Melisandre has other plans

Bran felt Melisandre stop. She stood up, her naked and wet form above him. The Stark was anxious, why had the red woman so suddenly stopped?

Much to his manhood's dismay it didn't have the chance to finish. The young lord breathed heavily as the orgasm that had been building up died slowly and painfully inside his cock.

His hostess did not seem to care much about his situation. In fact, she partially dressed herself with the clothes she left on the ground.

"What are you doing? You can't leave me like this!" Bran protested as he struggled against his constraints and watched those red garments of hers conceal what he wanted to see. It was a tragic thing, and he was seriously conidering trading some lands in the North for her cunt. Melisandre, on the other hand, seemed amused at his plight.

"Do not fret, milord. The Lord of Light and I will make sure that you'll not be kept this way ever again." The Lord of what now? And what in seven hells did she mean with 'not kept this way ever again'?

After taking a sip of wine, the red woman revealed what looked like to be a baby tooth from under her plate. Bran had absolutely no idea as to whom it belonged and what purpose it served at the moment.

The red mistress stepped up to the edge of the pool and held the mysterious tooth in front of her face. She loosened her grip and it fell on the water. Bran opened his mouth as it fell in order to ask her what was that about.

But there was a big splash, like someone had dropped a rock, when the tooth hit the water, startling the young lord. The Stark then watched in horror as the clear water turned pitch black. He could not see anything past that void in liquid form, not even his own body that was underneath it.

All the flames in the room went out save for the lit candles around the pool, around him. Bran looked at the red lady scared.