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Chapter 22 by The Archmaester The Archmaester

Go North or West?

The Red Woman (Bonus)

Evening came quickly at Dragonstone, the black stone walls seems to chase the sunlight away. My sister had already gone to bed but not before we fucked in our new bedroom. Daenerys was as enthusiastic as ever during our love-making but recently she had been feeling a little under the weather.

On the boat as we sailed from Essos, I had noticed her belly had started to bulge slightly but Daenerys believed her morning sickness was simply her being sea sick. I now wondered how long till she realised she was pregnant.

Despite the quickie with my sister, I was still feeling horny and I wandered throughout the unfamiliar castle looking for either Doreah or Missandei to sate my lust.

I walked into what I thought was the servants room till I realised it was the Dragonstone sept or rather it used to be the sept. The statues of the Seven were burnt and several braziers surrounded the room creating eerie shadows. It was now consecrated to the red god R'hllor, the Lord of Light.

"Azor Ahai reborn." said a sultry voice from behind me. I turned around and my cock began to harden at the sight. Melisandre the Red Priestess emerged from the shadows wearing nothing but a large ruby encrusted necklace.

"Once I believed Stannis was the one who was promised. But I now see that I was wrong. The Lord's fire burns fiercely within you, granting you his power. The power to create life... create light and create... shadows..." her deep voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect and as she guided my hand to her soft full breasts, I wondered if I was already under her sway.

My eyes closed as my lips inched closer to hers, awaiting the moment it makes contact with hers but before I could indulge in her sweet lips, my fingers came into contact with the necklace at her neck. I dont know if it was the scorching heat from the necklace that broke me from my trance or the sudden realisation of the necklace's purpose. It was a glamour charm, designed to hide her true self; a frail old crone.

"My King, what is it?" said Melisandre noticing my distress and the deflating bulge at my pants. I was in a state of confusion. I was horny and in the presence of an attractive redhead but then again she also wasnt.

After a minute or two I finally regained my wits and approached the naked sorceress. Despite her protests, I turned her around and began to take off the tight necklace. As the necklace was unfastened I took a deep breath and made her face me.

Melisandre covered her privates with her hands almost shyly awaiting for the magic of the necklace to wear off and after a minute, her body indeed started to change.

What happens?!

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