Dark Magic

His arms were shaking out of fear. He demanded her to put a stop to whatever she was doing, but Melisandre ignored, standing above him and starting to chant in a strange language. Again he fought against his bonds. But to no avail, as they were wrapped tight. He tried to use his legs, but he couldn't pull them back. The very water was holding them in place!

The bath house was soon filled with Bran's demands to let him go and Melisandre's unholy chanting. Suddenly, there was a sensation. Terrible, it was. A huge pressure on his body from every angle underneath that liquid darkness. He heard the red woman's incantation get more and more fierce. As if the water was trying to **** its way inside him, Bran felt it filling the insides of his manhood, bloating it. And then it snapped. He screamed as the orgasmic pleasure he'd felt moments before turned into a burning pain. Luckily, it went away as soon as it came, everything between his legs feeling numb.

Unfortunately for the Stark, the witch was far from over. The sensation of a strange **** invading his body spread from his crotch. His hipbones felt as if something strong was pushing them outwards. There was another strange sensation, this time he felt it on his rear. Bran was sure that something was getting tight there. That sensation extended to his toes and ankles as well. His knees also felt a strange grinding pressure, and, for a moment, the Stark could've sworn that the water level was rising and the room was getting bigger.

There was much nausea the moment it had reached his stomach. Something was coming up. His screams of terror and pain were interrupted as he starting puking. Something slightly white coming out as well.

He felt himself getting slimmer and weaker. His binds feeling rather loose against his wrists. Not only that, but something was pushing his upper chest outwards. The red woman's chanting hadn't stopped yet. Bran looked up, pleading her to stop whatever it was that she was doing. The Stark's only response was her bare foot pushing his face inside the water.

He felt as if he might drown. His screams muffled by the pitch black liquid he was submerged in. More sensations had at it all over his body. They were painful and constricting, particularly strong on his spine. More and more, the feeling of the surface getting distant.

With the last of his breath, Melisandre finally lets him out...