Sam, the Cuck

Sam stood frozen for a long moment, face pale, eyes wide with shock as he watched your thick cock stretch Gilly’s pregnant cunt again and again. Then something shifted. His breathing grew ragged. His gaze dropped to where your shaft disappeared between her swollen pussy lips, to the way her heavy belly swayed and jiggled with every deep thrust, to the obscene wet sounds and the trickle of mixed juices running down her thighs.

His cock twitched visibly in his breeches. Then hardened rapidly, straining against the fabric.

Without a word, Sam’s hand moved almost involuntarily. He fumbled with the laces, pulled his own modest but fully erect cock free, and wrapped his fingers around it. His eyes never left the sight of you breeding his woman.

“Gods…” he whispered hoarsely, shame and lust thick in his voice as he started stroking himself slowly.

Gilly moaned louder when she saw him, a wicked little smile breaking through her pleasure-drunk expression. “Look at that, Sam… you’re hard watching him fuck me. Watching him claim what’s his.”

You kept pounding her steadily, deep and powerful strokes that made her pregnant belly swing pendulously beneath her. Each thrust **** fresh squelching sounds from her cum-filled cunt and pushed more of your earlier load out around your shaft.

Melisandre laughed softly, low and throaty, as she waddled closer. One hand rubbed slow circles over her own massive glowing belly while the other plunged two fingers deep into her dripping slit. “Poor Samwell,” she purred. “He finally sees the truth and it makes his little cock leak. Stroke it faster. Watch how a real king breeds your wildling slut.”

Sam’s hand sped up, jerking his cock with short, **** strokes. His eyes were glued to the place where your thicker, harder cock claimed Gilly’s pussy so completely. Precum drooled from his tip, slicking his fist as he pumped.

“Fuck… she’s so wet,” he muttered, almost to himself. “She never got like that for me…”

“Because she needed this,” you growled, slamming into Gilly harder, making her cry out. You reached around and squeezed one of her heavy, leaking tits, pinching the nipple until a thin stream of milk sprayed onto the table. “She needed a proper cock. Needed real seed in her womb.”

Gilly pushed back onto you eagerly, moaning like a whore. “Yes… Sam, he’s so much deeper. I can feel him against the baby. He put it there… he knocked me up the first proper night he took me.”

Sam whimpered, stroking faster, his balls drawing up as he watched you rut his pregnant woman right in front of him. Melisandre moved beside him, her enormous belly brushing his arm as she fingered herself shamelessly, crimson eyes glowing with wicked delight.

“Cum to the sight of it, Samwell,” she whispered hotly. “Spill your seed on the floor while Jon fills her womb again. This is what she wants now. What both of us want.”

You felt Gilly’s cunt start to flutter and squeeze around you. She was close again, her pregnant body trembling as you drove into her without mercy. You locked eyes with Sam while you fucked his woman, letting him see every inch of your cock disappear into her greedy, swollen hole.

Sam’s hand flew up and down his shaft, flushed and leaking, his face a mask of humiliated arousal as he jerked himself raw to the sight of you breeding Gilly.