Sam’s Discovery

The Long Night had been pushed back, if only for a season. Winterfell’s halls were drafty but alive with torchlight and the uneasy alliance of wildlings, Northerners, and the remnants of the Watch. Months had passed since that night in the tent. Melisandre’s belly was now massively swollen, round and heavy with your son, her skin glowing like banked embers beneath stretched pale flesh. Gilly’s pregnancy had taken just as fiercely - her smaller frame now carrying a prominent bump, her tits grown even larger and leakier, hips wider as your seed took root deep in her womb.

Both women were unmistakably yours.

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It was late when Samwell Tarly pushed open the heavy door to the Lord’s solar, a stack of ancient scrolls clutched in his arms. He had been searching for you to discuss a passage about dragonglass and the Others. What he found instead stopped him cold.

The room was warm, lit by a roaring hearth and several candles. Melisandre lounged naked on a wide bench, her enormous pregnant belly resting on a pile of furs, legs shamelessly spread. One hand lazily circled a dark, leaking nipple while the other stroked between her thighs.

In front of her, Gilly was bent over the large table, her own rounded belly hanging heavily beneath her as she gripped the edges for support. Her full, milk-heavy tits swayed and dragged against the wood with every thrust. And you, Jon Snow, stood behind her, cock buried balls-deep in her dripping cunt, fucking her with slow, powerful strokes that made wet, obscene sounds echo through the chamber.

Gilly moaned like a bitch in heat. “Harder… please, Jon… fuck your baby deeper into me…”

Sam’s face went white. The scrolls slipped from his hands and scattered across the floor.

You didn’t stop. You kept driving into Gilly’s tight, pregnant pussy, one hand gripping her hip while the other reached around to rub her swollen clit. Her belly swayed in time with your thrusts, visibly full with the child you had put there.

“J-Jon…?” Sam’s voice cracked. “Gilly…? What… what is this?”

Gilly looked over her shoulder at him, eyes glassy with pleasure, cheeks flushed. She didn’t pull away. If anything, she pushed back onto your cock harder. “Sam… I’m sorry. But he… he breeds me so much better. Look.” She reached down and lifted her heavy belly slightly, showing the clear swell. “It’s his. Not yours. His seed took the moment he filled me proper.”

Melisandre let out a low, throaty laugh, fingers sinking deeper into her own cunt as she watched her lover’s reaction. “The wildling girl begged for it. Begged to carry the King in the North’s bastard. Just as I did.” She rubbed her massive belly in slow circles, the faint crimson glow pulsing beneath her skin. “Feel how strong his blood runs. Both our wombs quickened so easily for him.”

You pulled your glistening cock out of Gilly’s pussy with a wet pop, thick strings of her cream and your cum connecting you. Turning slightly, you let Sam see everything - your thick, veined shaft, still rock-hard and shining, Gilly’s puffy, well-fucked lips, and the steady trickle of seed leaking from her.

“Sam,” you said evenly, voice rough with lust, “you’ve known she wasn’t fully yours. Tonight you see it.”

You gripped Gilly’s hips again and slammed back into her, making her cry out in pleasure. Her pregnant belly pressed against the table as you rutted her harder, deliberately letting Sam watch every inch of your cock disappear into the woman he thought was his.

Gilly’s voice broke into **** moans. “He cums so much more than you, Sam… It floods me. Makes me cum so hard I see stars. This one’s his. The next one will be his too if he wants.”

Melisandre rose awkwardly, her massive belly leading the way, and waddled closer. She pressed her naked, swollen body against your side, one hand wrapping around the base of your cock as you thrust into Gilly. “Watch how a king breeds his sluts, Samwell,” she purred. “Watch how we both swell for him.”

Sam stood frozen, mouth open, unable to look away as you pounded Gilly’s pregnant cunt right in front of him. Her moans grew louder, more shameless, until she shattered around you with a sharp cry, her walls rippling and milking your cock while fresh milk beaded at her nipples.

You kept fucking her through it, staring at Sam the entire time.

“Stay… or leave,” you growled. “But these two pregnant sluts are mine now. Their cunts, their wombs, their milk… all mine.”

Gilly whimpered in agreement, pushing back onto you, her round belly swaying. Melisandre smiled wickedly, fingers still buried in her own dripping slit, clearly aroused by the raw humiliation unfolding.

The truth had finally hit Sam in the most visceral way possible - watching the woman he loved take your cock and carry your child while she begged for more.