Put Sam Out Of His Misery

You kept fucking Gilly with deep, punishing strokes, her pregnant belly swaying heavily beneath her as her cunt squeezed and fluttered around your thick cock. Your eyes flicked to Sam - red-faced, sweating, jerking his leaking cock with frantic, **** strokes while he stared at the sight of you claiming his woman.

“Melisandre,” you growled, not breaking rhythm, “put the poor bastard out of his misery. Make him cum.”

The Red Woman smiled, slow and wicked, her glowing eyes flashing with cruel delight. “As my king commands.”

She moved behind Sam, her enormous pregnant belly pressing against his back, the heat of her fire-warmed skin radiating through his clothes. One of her elegant hands slid around his waist and batted his own hand away from his cock. Sam whimpered at the loss of contact, but Melisandre immediately wrapped her long fingers around his throbbing shaft, stroking him with firm, practiced twists.

“Look at them,” she purred hotly into his ear, her voice dripping with mocking honey as she pumped him faster. “Watch how Jon’s superior cock stretches your Gilly’s pregnant cunt. Watch how her belly - full of his child - bounces while he breeds her.”

Gilly moaned loudly in agreement, pushing back onto you like a bitch in heat. “He’s so much thicker, Sam… He owns my womb now.”

Melisandre’s hand flew up and down Sam’s cock with ruthless efficiency, her thumb smearing the constant flow of precum over his swollen head. Her other hand reached lower, cupping and gently squeezing his balls while her massive belly pinned him in place.

“You’re going to spill like the pathetic little cuck you are,” she whispered, lips brushing his ear. “Right here on the floor while your woman takes a real man’s seed.”

Sam’s knees buckled. He gasped and shuddered, eyes glued to the sight of your heavy balls slapping against Gilly’s clit as you railed her. Melisandre stroked him mercilessly, twisting at the head on every upstroke until Sam let out a broken, humiliated cry.

Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, splattering pathetically onto the stone floor of the solar. Melisandre kept pumping him through it, milking every weak spurt while laughing softly.

“Good boy,” she cooed, giving his spent cock one last condescending squeeze before releasing it. “Now you know your place.”

Sam sagged, panting and ashamed, a thin string of his own cum still dripping from his softening cock as he watched you continue to hammer Gilly’s dripping, pregnant pussy without pause.

You gripped Gilly’s hips tighter and slammed into her harder, the wet sounds of her cunt echoing obscenely. “Good. Now stay and watch while I fill her again.”

Gilly cried out in pleasure, her walls clamping down around you as another orgasm approached, her heavy milk-laden tits dragging across the table with every thrust. Melisandre licked a trace of Sam’s cum from her fingers, eyes glowing with satisfaction as she rubbed her own swollen belly.