Let the red woman taste her new lord

Her mouth moves with a passion that speaks of fear and survival instinct, and you revel in the power dynamics at play. Melisandre may have thought herself a player of the game, but now she is merely a pawn. As she continues to pleasure you, you can't help but think of the irony—the priestess who once whispered of destiny now kneels before you, her lips wrapped around your manhood, her eyes filled with a silent plea.

The red woman's ministrations are skillful, but you are in no rush to grant her life. You allow her to continue, using her mouth as a means to assert your dominance over her. You feel your climax building, and just as it reaches the peak, you pull away. Her eyes are wide with surprise and desperation, but you are unfazed.

The red woman kneeling begin to tell your future. Using her mouth she speaks her words of life. "You are the true king," she says between breaths, "the one who will bring balance to the realm. Together, we can conquer the seven kingdoms."

"What about the darkness?" You ask her.

Her eyes widen slightly as she realizes her mistake, but she quickly recovers. "Your dragons are the light that will dispel the darkness," she says, her voice earnest. "With their power and your wisdom, we will create a world where no one will ever have to live in fear of the night again."

She open her red ropes letting her pale body exposed to the cold air. Her perfect pert pink nipples and shaved pussy glisten in the candle light. She spread her legs showing her readiness to serve. "Take me, my lord," she pleads. "Let me be the vessel for your will."

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