Another Bastard

The camp was quiet under a starless sky, the fires low and the wind howling softly beyond the ring of sentries. Melisandre slept deeply in your tent, her enormous belly rising and falling, one hand protectively cupped beneath it even in rest. The child had been active tonight, kicking hard enough to keep her exhausted.

A soft rustle at the tent flap. Then Gilly slipped inside like a shadow, wrapped only in a thick fur cloak. Her hair was loose, cheeks flushed from the cold and from something far hotter. She let the cloak fall the moment the flap closed behind her.

She was naked underneath. Her full, heavy breasts swayed with each step, nipples already stiff. Her hips looked even wider in the low lantern light, her belly soft from her last pregnancy, and her cunt already visibly slick, lips puffy and glistening as she approached your furs.

“Sam’s asleep,” she whispered, voice husky and urgent. “He won’t wake. I… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

You sat up, cock already thickening at the sight of her. “What do you want, Gilly?”

She crawled onto the furs, eyes locked on yours with raw, wildling hunger. “I want you to breed me proper this time. Not just my arse. Not sharing with Sam. I want your seed deep in my cunt. I want another child. Your child.” Her hand slid down between her thighs, spreading her folds to show you how wet she already was. “Sam’s a good man, but he’s not you. I felt you tonight… how strong you are. How much you spill. I need it inside where it belongs.”

She straddled your lap without waiting, pressing her slick heat against your hardening cock. “Melisandre’s got one in her belly already. I want one too. Fill me. Knock me up again.”

You gripped her hips and flipped her onto her back, spreading her thighs wide. Gilly moaned softly, pulling her knees back almost to her shoulders, offering her cunt completely. Her hole winked, dripping with need.

You rubbed the thick head of your cock up and down her slit, coating yourself in her juices, then pushed in with one long, slow thrust. She was incredibly tight and hot, her walls fluttering around every inch as you sank to the hilt.

“Gods… yes…” she gasped, nails digging into your shoulders. “So much bigger than Sam. Deeper.”

You started fucking her with deep, deliberate strokes - pulling nearly all the way out before driving back in, grinding against her cervix with every thrust. Gilly’s tits bounced heavily, and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying out too loudly. The wet sounds of her cunt taking your cock filled the tent.

“You want my bastard in you?” you growled, pounding harder.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Want it to catch. Want my belly swelling with your seed. Want to feel it kicking while you keep fucking me.”

You hooked her legs over your arms and folded her in half, fucking her harder, faster. Her cunt clenched greedily around you, sucking at your shaft with every withdrawal. Sweat glistened on her skin. Her eyes were glassy with lust and determination.

You felt your balls tightening. You buried yourself as deep as you could and started grinding, stirring her insides.

Gilly’s voice broke. “Please… cum inside me. Breed me. Give me your strong seed…”

You groaned and let go. Thick, heavy pulses of cum flooded her womb, rope after rope pumping directly against her cervix. Gilly came with you, her cunt spasming wildly, milking every drop as if trying to pull it deeper. Her whole body shook, thighs trembling around you.

You stayed buried inside her long after, plugging her full. When you finally pulled out, a thick trickle of your seed leaked from her well-fucked hole. Gilly quickly reached down, pushing it back inside with two fingers, a dazed, satisfied smile on her face.

She leaned up and kissed you fiercely. “I’m not leaving until you’ve filled me again,” she whispered against your mouth. “I want to be sure it takes.”

Outside, the wind howled louder. Inside, Gilly rolled onto her hands and knees, presenting her dripping cunt for the next breeding round, ready to carry your child into the Long Night.