Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Melisandre of Asshai

Harrenhal was not just the largest castle in Westeros but also had been the sight of many significant historic events that had shaped the realm over the centuries. Be it the destruction of House Hoare by dragonfire, the legendary duel of dragons between the Rogue Prince and Aemond Targaryen during the Dance or even Rhaegar's scandalous actions during Lord Whent's tourney, this castle had witnessed many crucial moments in time.

And now once again, this ancient fortress would be the place where Robert would not only begin to enact the plans for his vengeance against the ones who betrayed him. But also receive the boons and blessings of the Gods themselves.

Robert watched the Red Priestess move around bonfire that burned brightly at the center of a clearing on the Isle of Faces, while they were surrounded by several weirwoods on all sides. As the foreign priestess chanted her words, the clearing seemed to radiate with a strange power. It made for surreal scene that could send goosebumps along one's skin as Robert recalled the events that led him here to this moment.

After Edmure's wedding, Robert's caravan had departed from Riverrun after the King had made sure to instruct both Roslin and Amerei in what he required from them. Both women had assured him that they would not fail him and pledged their loyalty once again in the way that he preferred the most.

Robert had decided to visit Harrenhall to contemplate his next moves and was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by the Lady Melissandre. He had tales of the foreign Red Priestess who had arrived at Dragonstone, preaching of her God. The fact that his rigid and dour brother, Stannis, had welcomed her into his castle was intriguing enough. But after laying eyes on the fiery beauty, Robert suspected that perhaps his dutiful brother did have something in common with him after all.

His newest mistress and recently appointed personal physician, Lady Talisa had informed him of all that she knew about the Red Priestesses and their God, R'hllor who was worshiped extensively around Essos. And so, when the Priestess requested an audience with him, he granted it in order to sate his curiosity and perhaps his lust as well.

"Your grace, I thank you for granting me this audience," Lady Melisandre said as she bowed before him in his chambers.

"No thanks are necessary, my lady. To be honest, I've heard quite a few intriguing tales about you since your arrival at Dragonstone," Robert said. "Besides, any woman who managed to charm my stick in the mud of a brother must be quite interesting. Especially, a Priestess from the other side of the Narrow Sea."

"Neither me nor my siblings have ever been too devout in matters of religion and worship," Robert stated casually. "However, recent events have forced me to realize that perhaps there are greater forces at work in the world than just the machinations and schemes of men."

"You are correct. I'm certain that your encounter with the servants of the Northern Gods has played a part in piquing your curiosity in such matters," Melisandre said, causing surprise to flash across Robert's features.

Before Robert could voice his queries, the Red Woman launched into a fantastical tale of receiving visions from her God in the flames,

instructing her to journey across the Narrow Sea to aid his chosen champion.

"After arriving on Dragonstone, I had first believed Lord Stannis to be the Lord's chosen but soon enough the visions became clearer and I realized that it was you and not your brother that I must serve," Melisandre said in a passionate voice.

"However, my time at Dragonstone was not pointless or wasted as the Lord guided me in collecting certain objects and knowledge that will be of great aid to you in your quest."

The Red Priestess went onto elaborate about the various visions that she had witnessed in her fires and the significance of all the events to come. By the end of it, Robert was convinced that both the Reeds and the Red Woman were telling the truth in regards to his destiny.

And thus, he had journeyed with Priestess to the Isle of the Faces, making sure to take a small but trusted group of guards along with them. However, his guards were left back at the banks of the Gods Eye while he along with the Priestess made his way to the Isle by themselves in a small row boat.

Melisandre had explained that the ritual she was about to perform would endow Robert with gifts and powers from both R'hllor and the Old Gods. She had learned of this ritual after Robert had shown her the mysterious tome gifted by Lord Reed to him before his departure. The book was written in a language that was a mix of the Old Tongue and High Valyrian and if Lord Reed's tales were to be believed, it had been penned by Garth the Greenhand himself, the legendary first High King of Westeros.

"This tome is the missing piece to the sacred texts of R'hllor that only the most devout of his servants are privy to, at the High Temple of Volantis," Melisandre said excitedly. "Further proof, that you have been chosen by the Gods themselves."

Melisandre had requested a few drops of his blood to add the concoction that she had been preparing using ingredients like the wood and leaves of the weirwood along with grinded dragon bones collected from the graveyard of fallen dragons on Dragonstone.

As soon as the contents of the mixture were fed to the flames, the fire rose higher and a strange energy began to fill the clearing before it was pooled into Robert's being.

The feeling was indescribable as Robert felt like his entire body was on fire while lightning coursed through his veins. It was like he was being born again. His mind was flooded with knowledge and visions that he could barely comprehend.

But one thing was clear, his next war would be fought using magic and his bedroom skills more than swords and arrows as images of several past and future encounters flashed in his mind's eye.

And the Red Priestess would be the first woman to be claimed by the recently anointed champion of the Gods.

It was a draining ritual in some respects but Robert was both ready and eager to claim the Red Woman. Plus, she was a potential asset that would be very useful in the future, in more than one way.

Flexing his new powers, Robert shot a wave of energy from the palm of his hands that enveloped the foreign Priestess causing her robes to burn away. The glow of energy soon faded away to reveal a curtain of dark red hair along with a glowing pair of vibrant blood red eyes. A pair of luscious round breasts was next on the visual buffet that was Melisandre's body and Robert continued to eye her from top to bottom, locking onto even more of her shapely body. The Stag King was quite pleased with what she had to offer, her flat stomach, toned legs, along with a shapely ass. She had the perfect hour glass figure and was extremely beautiful.

"My lord," Melisandre stated as her eyes glowed.

"You're mine now and you shall serve me," Robert told her as he cupped her chin.

"Yes, yes, yes," Melisandre breathed as she dropped down to her knees. She was not wasting any time; she was eager to serve her Lord's chosen.

"Let's start…. down here," Melisandre said as she undid Robert's breeches before she began to fish out his manhood with a wide grin plastered over her face.

Melisandre grabbed Robert's cock in her slender hand and began to stroke it up and down until it reached full mast. She kept her eyes locked onto the divine instrument, drool appearing from her mouth and she could not wait to have this in her mouth. For now, she settled with using her tongue to work him over.

Robert watched her lick her tongue but he grabbed her head and lined his cock up with it. Melisandre got the hint straight away and speared herself down onto his member.

Robert closed his eyes as pleasure washed over him as his member worked down her throat. He could hardly believe that such an undercurrent of pleasure was working over him. Her mouth sucked his cock and her hand snaked around, working over his balls which throbbed with the motions that she worked it over. The Red Priestess kept up the pace, using her nose to rub down onto his pelvic bone.

"Oh, that's…. that's amazing," Robert told her as he grabbed the back of her head and coaxed her mouth onto him. "That's it, suck me off, show me what a slut you are."

Melisandre's mouth bobbed up and down onto his throbbing cock as Robert pushed himself back against the wall and felt her talented mouth work him over. The Priestess was amazing at what she did; she slurped and bobbed up and down on him. Robert continued to push into her mouth as she continued the magnificent blowjob.

Robert decided that after a few minutes of deep cock sucking, it was time for him to sample the treats that rested between her thighs and ran his fingers down between her nubile thighs. The Red Woman closed her eyes and felt him work down her lips, trying to collect her dripping juices.

She sucked him even harder as Robert played with her pussy.

The sounds of her mouth slurping his cock was amazing and Robert ran his hands all over her body, feeling every single part of it, using his hands to stimulate her arousal. He was really going to take all that she had to offer and then some.

After a while, she slid up and Robert moved her over to a bed of thick moss and grass under the shade of large weirwood located at the edge of the clearing.

Melisandre turned over and got on her hands and knees before she wiggled her ass enticingly at him. "Come and get it, my King."

Robert was not about to turn down an invitation that was so inviting. He grabbed her hips around with his hands and squeezed her supple ass before he lined up with her. His cock was aimed towards her center and then he plunged into her.

Melisandre felt the amazing sensations of his cock plunging into her center and she grabbed onto the shoots of grass, pushing herself back as he rode into her. The Priestess was feeling up to the challenge as he continued to keep going into her.

The strokes were slow and tender, making her body tingle with the pleasures of what it was like for a man to make love to a woman as the King's hands roamed over her body.

"Oh you're…. you're the real thing, oh keep it up, you're so great," Melisandre moaned as she clenched around him tightly as his cock took a steady motion into her centre. The woman tightened around

him with her walls as Robert pushed back and kept spearing into her centre.

Robert felt amazing as her tight walls hugged around his probing cock as he pushed in and out of her. The lusty King continued to use his manly tool to work a steady path around her.

"Oh so wet, this is a divine pussy," Robert told her as he cupped her breasts and continued to thrust into her from behind.

"Yes, I know, yours, it's your divine pussy," Melisandre panted as she clutched onto the ground and bit down onto her lip as Robert thrusted into her tight centre.

He drove her to another orgasm and Melisandre's body and mind were consumed by the need for even more. Her pussy burned as she thought about the promise of having even more and she clenched around Robert's cock as he continued to hammer into her from behind.

"Oh Robert, give me more, that's it, fuck me harder!" Melisandre breathed as she wrapped around her. "Make me yours, mighty King!"

Robert grabbed her around the waist and used his cock to slam deeper and deeper into her womanly depths. He was going to bring her to the brink of her passions and he sped up the thrusts into her.

Melisandre was screaming out loud as her tight centre was being drilled by the stampeding cock that worked into her. The King continued to plunge into her sopping wet centre and he reached over, to capture one of her tits in his hand as he squeezed it. The red head screamed out loud as his thick cock continued to violate her in the best way possible.

"More, more, more, please, more!" Melisandre shrieked as she worked around him. Her tight cunt tightened even more around him. He was being milked by her thrusts and Robert kept up the heat as he continued to work into her.

Melisandre was biting down on her lip as Robert worked into her from behind, taking a few moments to really take her to town. He was going to make her his in every way.

"Another bitch, another ass to claim," Robert growled as he bit down on her ear which caused her even more pleasure.

"Yes, take my ass, take it, take it with your big cock!" Melisandre yelled.

"Oh, I'm going to take your ass alright, it's mine," Robert commented as he grabbed Melisandre around the tight ass.

He speared his throbbing cock into her ass and she closed her eyes before she screamed with even more passion. Robert took Melisandre's ass with a series of rapid-fire thrusts as he continued to pummel into her.

Melisandre tried to play with herself but she could not for her hands were now bound behind her back. She did not know how Robert did it in the midst of having sex; all that she knew was that he did it and now that she was at his mercy, it was all that she could do to keep from screaming to the high heavens. She bit down on her lip before her screams continued to escalate.

"TAKE THIS ASS!" Melisandre exclaimed in pleasure.

Robert smiled as he did just that, he took her ass, he pounded it for everything that it was worth. He was going to take down.

"You're my little anal slut, aren't you?" Robert growled in her ear.

Melisandre nodded furiously as she bit down on her lip to muffle the pleasure before she decided to let it all hang out because it felt so good. Twelve inches of divine and royal meat was now being rammed into her ass.

Robert rubbed his thumb against her smooth mound, sending jolts of magical and sexually energy into her molten core which caused her to lose sense of herself. Melisandre bit down on her mouth and screamed to the highest heavens. There were more screams that rattled through her as the King kept up the pace slamming into her ass harder and harder.

Robert was having the time of his life with his cock rammed up into her tight ass but he wanted to pick things up and finish inside her.

Melisandre was flipped over, her arms and legs tied, spread-eagled on the ground. The Priestess's eyes widened and she started to chew on her lip.

"I wonder if I should finish in you," Robert remarked to Melisandre as he cupped her molten hot center, which was gushing with the juices of her arousal. "You're going to be my loyal servant, aren't you?"

"Yes, I will, I'm your servant, King Robert," Melisandre told him with lust burning from her eyes and dripping from her tone. "Take me in any way you want, or every way. I want you."

"I'd like you nice, wet, and hot," Robert informed her as he ran his hand down her smooth sex.

"I'm… like… FUCK!" Melisandre screamed as his cock plunged into her pussy and she arched her hips as much as the restrains allowed her. His mouth worked to lavish her breasts, switching to the right breast, and then to the left breast.

The maelstrom of sensations was nearly too much for Melisandre to deal with, she was becoming undone with his huge cock working into her. His hands roaming her body sent the jolts of pleasure through her as well.

His large manhood thrust deep into her tight lips and Robert cupped her breast rather tightly as well as he continued to saw a steady path into her pussy. The tightness enveloped him as he picked up the

pace. He thought that he could cum at any second if he allowed himself to be lost underneath her spell.

Robert corrected himself, he was not under Melisandre's spell, she was under his, and he refused to back down as several more plunges of his cock assaulted her folds.

Melisandre panted, biting on her lip to the point where it would be leaving a mark. He worked his cock into her center, pushing up and down into her. The King kept thrusting into her as he worked into the homestretch.

Robert was about to take everything that he could manage out of her pussy, as it wrapped around his probing length. She summoned all of the strength of her dripping core to work him out but Robert was amazingly keeping up the pace. The King refused to be backed down by any means whatsoever. He kept fighting, kept pumping away at her dripping core.

"Please, my King, I need your seed," Melisandre cooed as she hit another peak as she thought of Robert injecting several lines of his burning divine seed deep inside her.

He grabbed her thighs and kept slamming into her center, working it out until he passed through her once again.

The dance continued to heighten with passion as Robert smashed his lips onto hers roughly. She returned the kiss with equal vigor as he slammed into her tight center, utterly wrecking her, making her feel more pleasure that she could ever realize.

It was not too long before her tight walls clenched around Robert and he kept pumping deeper into her, before he fired his seed into her.

His burning hot seed shot into her walls, injecting deep into her. Melisandre collapsed, feeling the release of sexual fulfillment.

Robert slid back as he saw Melisandre sprawled on the ground, magically bound to him and gave her freshly fucked form a going over.

'Look out women of Westeros. For now, I have become a true demon of the sheets and soon you all will belong to me.' Robert mused to himself before letting out a great laugh that echoed through the clearing.