Chapter 67
Harry was in a freefall for at least twenty seconds before his feet hit solid ground with a booming thump. He bent his knees to absorb the shock of the sudden deceleration. The ball of light over his head cut through the overwhelming darkness of the cavern. Harry looked up and saw the hole he had just come down through. A normal man could never hope to return back through it. It was far too high and out of reach. Harry ignored it and studied his surroundings.
The cavern he was in was massive. It wasn't man-made. He could tell instantly that it had been carved from eons of erosion. The walls were slick and glistening from dripping water. Harry forced the ball of light higher until it reached the cavern roof. He then expanded the ball until everything was visible. The cavern was roughly oval-shaped, and he could see only two exits. The one furthest away from him was a jagged tunnel that disappeared into the darkness. The one closest was an opening in the wall the size of a beachball where water poured in. Harry went over to investigate.
The closer he got to the source of the water, the more sulfurous it smelled. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the opening produced a three-foot-wide river of pale, cloudy water that reached halfway down the cavern floor before curving right and disappearing into a deep crack in the ground. Small, milky white salamanders scurried across the river's bottom, desperately trying to hide from the sudden light. Harry ignored them and focused on finding the Old Ones. By all indications, they were somewhere down the dark tunnel. Harry recalled the light and shrunk it to a reasonable size before heading toward the tunnel.
The tunnel was difficult to traverse. The ground was incredibly uneven, so Harry levitated above and floated down it. He could feel the Old Ones' panic growing with every meter crossed. The tunnel was long and twisting. In certain parts, it branched out into multiple directions, and Harry was certain anyone who made it this far would get lost. Harry just followed their fear. He eventually reached the end of the main tunnel and exited into an even larger cavern than before. This one was different.
Before him was a small city spread out in every direction. The cavern was so large that Harry couldn't see where it ended. Like before, Harry pushed his ball of light higher into the air and over the city. It grew and grew until it was like a miniature sun, spreading light across the entire city. Loud, pained screeches filled the otherwise silent air, and hundreds of large, winged creatures flew out from the city's depths and circled high above. The buildings were ancient, though they appeared in relatively good shape. A foul mustiness hung in the air, which made his nose tickle. The buildings were large. The biggest of them was only three stories high. The only exception was a building located in the middle of the city. It towered over the rest. Harry guessed that that was where he needed to go.
The city was obviously abandoned long ago, though he had no idea why. Whoever built this city put a lot of time into it. The outsides of each building were decorated with ornate reliefs depicting various people and animals. The human carvings were all nude with exaggerated genitalia. Harry guessed they might have been placed there to honor some long-forgotten fertility god. Harry heard a deep thump as he passed one building. Pulling out his sword, he ignited the blade to lighten his path a bit more. He walked up to the door and examined it. The once thick wooden door was now rotted and barely hanging onto its bronze hinges. One swift kick sent the rotted wood flying into the building. An ear-piercing screech from just beside the empty door frame made him jump in surprise. Out of the building ran a rat-like creature. However, this was no normal rat. This one was the size of a large dog, and its tail was three times the length of its body size. The tail wasn't fleshy pink like a normal rat's. It was covered with a sleek coat of black fur and was decorated with white fur rings going down its length. It screeched angrily at Harry, bearing its beaver-like teeth. It charged forward, biting Harry's thigh. Harry just let it. He didn't care how strong that thing's bite was. Its teeth would never penetrate Valyrian Steel. The creature screeched in pain when its five-inch teeth clanged against the hardened metal. In response, Harry gave it a swift kick and sent it scurrying off into the city.
The closer he got to the middle of the city, the more he began to smell the foul stench of rotting flesh. It was a sickly sweet smell that turned his stomach. He continued down the narrow lanes, all the while, the flames from his sword cast strange shadows on the walls. He had a strange feeling that the shadows were looking at him, watching his every move. Besides the buildings, the city was completely barren. Nothing had been left behind. He didn't spot a single old cart or piece of broken pottery. There was nothing. When he turned the corner and came upon the skyward temple, he discovered what was creating that horrific smell. An army of rotting humans stood out front, blocking his path forward. Just by looking at them, he could tell that the majority were native Lengi … or at least had been. Now, they were eight-foot-tall animated corpses, lumbering and wheezing as they stood there. As Harry made himself known, they slowly turned and spotted him.
"You will go no further, infidel," a voice filled Harry's head. It tried to sound authoritative, but it was laced with fear. It was obvious who he was talking to.
"Do you think this pathetic heap of carcasses will stop me?" Harry verbally asked. He could feel the Old Ones bristling with annoyance. They didn't like being treated like petulant children. Harry expected them to lash out, and he wasn't disappointed.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw something coming straight down at him. At the last second, he threw up a magical bubble shield just in time to intercept the projectile. There was a loud bang and a shower of golden sparks as something large collided with his shield. It tumbled to the ground, and Harry got his first look at it. It was one of those flying creatures that were scared off by the light. Studying it closer, Harry discovered that it looked remarkably similar to the wyverns of Sothoryos. It was slightly smaller but no less vicious. It pushed itself upright and shook the cobwebs from its head. It looked at Harry and let out a high-pitched squealing roar. At the same time, the army of undead began running at him. The flying beast began flapping its large, bat-like wings, ready to take off. As it jumped into the air, Harry disappeared and then reappeared on the beast's back. It roared in disapproval as it struggled to remain in the air with the added weight. Still, it was able to go airborne. The undead creatures hissed in anger and looked up at him, only for a ball of magic to land at their feet. The explosion was concussive, tearing dozens of them into pieces by the blast.
Harry was forced to duck as another wyvern attempted to take his head off as it flew just over him. The one he was on was having some trouble flying. It didn't know if it should focus on flying or attempt to get him off its back. Its long neck curved to the side, and it opened its maw, revealing rows of needle-sharp, conical teeth. Another wyvern attempted to side-swipe him, but it quickly lost a wing with one swing of his blade. It tumbled out of the air, yowling all the way down. As another flew by, Harry blasted it out of the air with an explosive hex. Its body corkscrewed to the ground with one wing and its neck twisted into unnatural positions. The one he was riding then thought it was a good idea to snap at him. The butt of Harry's sword contacted the top of its head. A loud, meaty thunk told him that the blow had been severe. In fact, it was so brutal that the creature was knocked clean unconscious. Its wings stopped flapping, and Harry tailspun to the ground. Leaping from the creature's back, Harry overcharged his blade and landed right in the middle of the undead horde. His flaming sword slammed into the ground, and a shockwave of fire radiated out in every direction. Corpses were sent flying, their decaying flesh instantly igniting. The shockwave hit the front of the temple, blowing the silver door inward and tearing off the outer decorative facade.
Harry stood from one knee as chunks of stone and body parts rained down all around him. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of eagles were transfigured from the rubble and flew into the air. They made a beeline for the enraged wyverns still circling overhead. Many eagles were destroyed by the vicious hunters, but some got close enough to use their wickedly sharp talons and beaks to tear at the wyverns' eyes. Harry did his part by firing piercing bolts one after another. At some point, the few remaining wyverns decided it was best to tuck tail and run. They flew off to the farthest distance of the cavern, leaving the eagles to continue protecting the sky above him. On the ground, the corpses were still trying to attack. Most of them were in too bad of shape to do anything. It was hard to attack without arms or legs. A few severed heads clicked their jaws at him while others used their arms to crawl toward him, dragging their torsos that were severed at the waist. Harry ignored them and entered the temple.
As he got further away from the destruction at the entrance, Harry saw that the temple's interior was lavishly and ornately decorated. Silver plate covered practically every wall, though it had long since tarnished. The tarnished silver made the temple seem more eerie than it already was. Old torches lined the walls in their silver holders, and a snap from Harry's fingers made them burst to life. Harry concentrated, seeking the Old Ones. He then looked up. They were at the top. He went straight for the stairs.
He climbed staircase after staircase, and nothing came to stop him. When he reached the final level, Harry stopped in front of a massive set of double doors. Unlike the other doors, the plating covering these were made of gold. Harry took a moment to study the reliefs on the doors. Just as with the pillars he had seen before, three figures were depicted in the artwork. They were tall and lanky, holding spears at their sides. Each was sitting on a throne of equal size and style. This told Harry that they probably shared power equally. Above the figure on the left was a crescent moon. The one on the right had a blazing sun resting above his head. The one in the middle, who appeared to be female, wore a crown of flames on her head while a star hovered above it. The star was inlaid with a pale blue crystal. Harry immediately recognized it. The eye of the Ice Dragon constellation always pointed North. The tip of the tail always pointed South. He had seen this kind of stuff before. False gods always latched onto some force of nature and spun a tale to the uneducated masses. These three appeared to have chosen things that produced light … the sun, moon, and stars.
He placed his hand on the door to push it open and hissed in pain. With a thought, the armor from his arm disappeared, and he saw that his hand was blackened and withered. The curse crept up his forearm and almost reached his elbow when Harry concentrated and focused his magic. The curse stopped and slowly began retreating. It moved down his forearm, leaving unblemished skin in its wake. It reached his hand, then moved down his fingers. Once it reached his fingertips, the curse disappeared. Harry flexed his hand and wiggled his fingers. Relieved that no permanent damage was done, he magicked the armor back on his arm and blasted the doors in with a wave of his hand. The wood core of the doors splintered violently while the gold plating twisted and tore. The broken pieces scattered through the dark room, creating a loud echo. Harry stepped in before the pieces even came to rest.
The room was unnaturally dark, and his magical ball of light barely brightened the ground a few feet in front of him. The flames from his sword didn't do much better. The room was being kept dark through magical means … he was sure of that. He concentrated on locating the Old Ones but could barely feel them. They were trying to hide, but he knew they were somewhere in there. Harry took a step forward, and a quick flash of light made him react. His sword came up just in time to block a strike from a glowing spear. Fiery sparks burst from his sword as the two metals collided. The blow was powerful, and he felt the vibrations all the way to his bones. Harry grabbed the handle of the spear and pulled it with all of his magical might. A shadowy figure squealed in panic as it was pulled from the darkness. He grabbed the creature and spun it to the opposite side of him as another spear plunged forward. The spear struck the creature in the arm, making it cry out in pain. Harry didn't waste time. He thrust his flaming sword forward and pierced the creature's belly. A pitiful moan echoed across the room, but it quickly turned into a panicked, ear-piercing screech as Harry absorbed its power into his sword. Furious hissing came from two sides of him. The creature thrashed violently, trying to pull away from his sword, but it was no use. It quickly grew weaker as his sword pulsated with power. Finally, its legs gave out, and it dropped to the ground with a thump. It gasped one last time, and the room suddenly brightened a bit. Harry then got a good look at the two remaining false gods.
Both were tall, standing at eight feet or more. Their faces looked Lengii, but they had been twisted by thousands of years of foul magic. Their heads were mostly bald, but the female had a few wisps of long, silver hair. Both of their faces were withered to nearly skin and bone, and the skin was wrinkled and saggy. They wore long robes of black and gold, which mostly hid their bodies. Their hands, however, were gripping matching spears. Their fingers were long and bony and were capped with long, sharp fingernails. They were looking at Harry with the utmost contempt.
"You dare?!" the woman hissed, gripping her spear menacingly.
"I do," Harry simply replied, pushing the tip of the flaming blade into the downed Old One to make sure it was dead. The sword's tip pierced its forehead, and Harry pushed down until it contacted the stone floor. He pulled it out with a wet schlick sound.
"Why do you come here?" the male hissed. "You do not belong!"
"I came because you attacked me first. I usually do not let such insults go unpunished," Harry truthfully told them.
"We attacked because you brought R'hllor's whore onto our land!" the woman sneered angrily. "We will not tolerate this!"
"Why do you care if Melisandre is here? From what I know, there are other followers of R'hllor in Leng," Harry asked, confused.
"The others are insignificant. They hold no true power, but still, they will be dealt with. But the whore … she is the blasphemer's favored. We could feel it the moment she stepped foot on our land," the male angrily explained.
"What do you have against R'hllor?" Harry asked them. He didn't really care. Their fates were already sealed, but he wanted to sate his curiosity.
"He is a deceitful schemer who claims to hold dominion over our light. Through his deception, we were attacked and forced to hide in the shadows. Our followers have dwindled, and we are forced to feed on the scraps they provide us from above," he stated venomously.
"So you feed on light?" Harry asked. "Is that why this room is so dark? You've been absorbing the light my magic produces?"
"Yessss," the woman hissed. "And such an exquisitely tasteful treat it was. I look forward to drinking your magic. Perhaps we will finally grow strong enough to freely walk in the light and take vengeance on our enemiessss."
"You mean Melisandre?" Harry asked amusedly. The curvy redhead had a real talent for annoying self-conscious women. The woman sneered in return.
"The whore will be dealt with soon enough. Even now, our followers are closing in on her, and we will send her bloated head to the Red Temple. R'hllor will once again know our might!"
Harry rolled his eyes and sent a mental ping to his drones, just in case. "There's just one problem with that," Harry stated evenly. "By forcing others to do your will, you've angered the True Gods. There's a price on your heads … and I intend to collect," he told them as the woman stepped up to him while the male slipped around behind him. Harry didn't back down and remained calm.
"Is that so, Little One?" the woman sneered in a sing-song voice. Harry could see her decrepit hands tightening around the spear's shaft. The woman smirked at him, and Harry smirked back before disappearing. The spear of the lunging man behind him passed through the air right where his spine had been half a second before. The razor-sharp tip plunged into the woman's belly just as Harry appeared behind him. Harry kicked the butt of the spear, driving further into the woman's body. The end of the spear burst through her back and oozed oily black blood. She shrieked an agonizing cry of pain as she gripped the shaft of the spear.
"Mezkala!" the other Old One cried out, horrified by his mistake. Harry's sword pierced his unprotected back, and he drove it down to the hilt. His gurgling wails were the last thing Harry heard as he absorbed the creature's power. His body trembled and spasmed as it was sucked dry, and when its arms went limp, Harry flared the flames of his blade and set it alight. Pulling his sword from its back, Harry kicked it away from him and sent it tumbling to the ground. It remained there, a burning pile of withered meat. Harry then turned his attention to the woman. She had fallen to the ground with the spear still buried in her stomach. She was holding the shaft and looking up at him. Her breathing sounded ragged and wet. In a last attempt to save her pitiful life, she blasted Harry with as much psychic power as she had left.
He had to admit, it was very powerful. His head thrummed with her power, making him hiss in pain. He quickly severed the connection and kicked the spear's shaft. The woman screeched in pain, and the attack stopped.
"Unfortunately for you, Crone, I always collect," he stated before driving the blade of his sword into her open mouth. Her rotting teeth broke away as the blade sank through the back of her skull. The sallow skin of her face sizzled and blackened as Harry's sword siphoned off the last remaining bits of her power. Once she was dry, her body burst into flames, and the room brightened considerably. Harry pulled the sword from the corpse's mouth and stepped back from the smell of burning flesh.
As he looked around the room, Harry spotted the three identical thrones lined up side by side against the furthest wall. He examined them and found that they were also gold-plated. Wealth was hidden in this city, and Harry planned to have his drones come down here and strip it clean. Other than the thrones, there wasn't much else in the room. The only other thing worth looking at was a table near the thrones with what appeared to be a crystal ball sitting on top. Harry went over for a quick look.
It was spherical and made from very high-quality glass. On the inside, dark purple smoke lazily danced around a blood-red gem. He wondered what they were using for. Harry placed his hand on the orb and studied the magic within. "Ah," Harry said, nodding his head. It was an amplification tool. They used it to amplify their psychic powers to reach the farthest places on Leng. This was how they could mentally coerce the guards to attack him from so far away. Harry snapped his fingers, sending the orb to his ship where he could study it further. With nothing left for him here, he decided to check on Melisandre. He disappeared, leaving behind three corpses, two of which were still smoldering.
Chapter 68
Harry appeared just down the street from where Melisandre was staying. On the ground, writhing in pain while clutching their heads, were dozens of guards. They moaned and groaned in pain while trying to push themselves to their knees. 'The psychic backlash from the Old Ones dying must have scrambled their brains,' Harry guessed. He knew the discomfort would be temporary, and not wanting to cause a scene, Harry hurried into the small room and found Melisandre reading in front of three lit candles. She looked up and smiled at him before snapping the book shut. She rose to her feet.
"My Lord," she smiled sexily at him. Though he was in a bit of a rush, he still found time to run his hands down her curves and pull her in for a steamy kiss. Melisandre moaned into his mouth while her arms slid around the back of his neck. He ended the kiss too soon for her liking.
"I'm afraid our time here is at an end," he smiled at the sexy redhead. "Did you accomplish everything you were hoping to?" he asked her while cupping her shapely ass.
"I did. My brethren have received your donations of food, supplies, and gold. They asked me to thank you for your generosity," she told him.
"That's good to hear. Do you need help packing?" he asked, looking around the room. There were only a few things scattered about. She shook her head as Harry let her go.
"It will only take me a few minutes to gather my things," she said.
"I'll go check on the girl before we leave. I'll be back soon. Wait here for me," he told her before disappearing.
It was easy to find the girl since he had a Tracking Charm on her. He appeared a few feet away from her, invisible. Harry took in his surroundings and found himself in an ornately luxurious bedroom. Kiana was at a desk in a far corner, working on something. He guessed that this was her bedroom since she was in there alone. He made himself visible and placed a Silencing Charm around the room in case she screamed. Harry then cleared his throat. Kiana squeaked and turned her head. Her large eyes went wide in shock. "Harry!" she gasped quietly. "How did you get in here?" she asked.
"I snuck in," Harry chuckled as she stood up.
"You shouldn't have," she said quietly, taking a quick peek at the closed door. "It's not safe for you!"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he stepped up to her.
"My mother is being unreasonable. She doesn't believe me when I tell her that you saved me. It's like she can't see reason," she told him.
"Ah," Harry replied, nodding his head. "I think that will all change soon, but for the time being, I'll be leaving Leng. I came here to check on you and make sure you're safe."
Kiana blushed in embarrassment and tossed him a small smile. "I am," she assured him. "Thank you for rescuing me and bringing me home. I owe you a great debt."
"It was my pleasure. Stay safe, and I promise we'll meet again in the future," he smiled at the young woman. She blushed harder and looked shy while nodding. Harry waved goodbye and disappeared, leaving a shocked and confused girl behind.
He appeared next to Melisandre, who was packed and ready to go. "The drones will bring your stuff to the ship," he told her, holding out his arm. Melisandre snaked her arm through his and held on. A moment later, they were back on his ship. Melisandre sighed happily and sat on the bed.
"I was quickly growing tired of that uncomfortable, flea-infested room. Do you think I've gotten spoiled by you?" she asked. Harry chuckled and scooped her into his arms. Melisandre wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.
"I think we both know the answer is yes," he teased. "But that's not necessarily a bad thing. Know your worth, I always say," he joked. Suddenly, Melisandre found herself on his lap in a spacious bathtub. Both were completely nude, and Harry wasted no time in soaping her large breasts. Melisandre smiled and rested the back of her head on his shoulder. She mewled as he massaged her slippery tits.
"Mmmm," she hummed delightedly as he flicked his fingers over her stiff nipples. Harry kissed the side of her neck and pinched the little, crinkled nubs. He rolled them between his fingers, making her back arch with a moan. He smiled into her sweet-smelling neck and lightly nipped at her skin. "That feels good," she mewled and began grinding her ass against him. Her legs parted, and she reached between him.
Her hand found his lengthy cock, and her nimble fingers quickly encircled it. She angled it toward her and pressed the top of his shaft against her lips. With the palm of her hand, she began massaging the underside of his shaft while grinding her warm pussy against the top. She turned her head to the side and captured his lips. Harry loved Melisandre's lips. Her kisses were always very passionate. He lightly tugged on her hard nipples before letting them go. His fingers caressed the sides of her round breasts, and he tickled the soft skin of their undersides. Melisandre mewled into his mouth and mashed her pussy against his shaft so hard that her plump lips were hotdogging his cock. Her hips bounced up and down, smearing her womanly juices up and down his length. Harry smiled into her lips and moved his fingers down her stomach. When he reached her belly button, he tickled the little hole while his other hand caressed her bald mound. Melisandre couldn't take it anymore.
"Take me to bed!" she gasped while trying to stuff his cock into her wet opening. Harry broke the kiss.
"But I haven't finished cleaning you yet," Harry teased, moving his fingers down her mound and flicking her throbbing clit. Melisandre squealed and mashed her clit against his fingers.
"I don't care!" she moaned, which made him laugh softly.
They suddenly appeared on his bed, fully dry. Harry hovered over her, and Melisandre expertly flipped him over and straddled him. Her hips immediately began to roll. Harry caressed her smooth thighs while thrusting his hips upward. Her pussy was so wet and hot, and it felt incredible against the skin of his cock. She then surprised him by turning her body around so her back was facing him. Her ass lifted up, and she wiggled it at him. Taking his cock in hand, she moved it into position and stuffed the head inside of her. Harry watched her taut lips spread as they enveloped his head. His head slipped in, and he could feel the scalding heat of her insides. He felt her hands grip his shins just before she drove her ass down. A loud, wet squelch filled the room as her pussy lips slid down the length of his shaft until her teardrop ass came to rest against his lower belly. Again, she wiggled her ass from side to side before lifting up. Inch after inch of his shaft reappeared from her depths, slick with juices and streaked with her white cream. Her pink inner lips stretched downward as they desperately clung to his skin. More than halfway up, Melisandre slammed her ass back down, creating another loud squelch. Harry couldn't stop the moan from escaping his mouth. Melisandre turned her head and looked at him with a smirk. She loved pleasing her Lord.
Taking it to the next level, she spread her knees wider and lowered the upper half of her body so it was lying flat against the bed between his legs. She then began to bounce her ass, starting off slowly but rapidly increasing the pace. Harry squeezed her jiggling ass cheeks and moaned from the sudden rush of pleasure. Spreading them apart, he brushed his thumb over her tight hole, making her shudder. Melisandre got a little too enthusiastic with her bouncing, causing his cock to slip out. She whined and shook her ass at him. Harry lightly beat his wet cock against her pussy while she was attempting to take it back in. "My Lord!" she whined in frustration, which made him laugh. He pressed the head against her slit and angled it so it easily slid in when she dropped down.
Harry locked his fingers behind his head and let Melisandre do all the work. He just stared at her ass while she took pleasure from his body. He very much enjoyed the way her thick cheeks clapped together with every bounce of her ass. It wasn't long before she was cumming on his cock.
Melisandre let out a whorish moan as her body began to tremble. Her bouncing slowed, and her body spasmed while her pussy squeezed the life out of his shaft. The smell of her wet pussy grew stronger, and he could feel her inner walls fluttering around him. He gently caressed her lower back while she came. Sitting up, she took a deep breath and turned around to face him. His cock slipped from inside her, but that was quickly rectified by her taking him into her mouth. She hummed on his cock as she half of him into her throat. Her head started bobbing, and he could feel the flat of her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his shaft. Harry reached out and threaded his fingers through her thick red hair. With one hand, she grabbed him at the base and started tugging on it while sucking him off. Her other hand cupped his balls, and she worked them in unison. She then lowered her head until her face touched his lower belly. Melisandre remained in that position until she couldn't take it anymore. She pulled off with a loud gasp.
His cock was covered in saliva, but she quickly grabbed his cock and began stroking it, smearing it into his skin. She leaned down and licked him from his balls all the way up to the tip. She looked at him cutely. "Will you please give me your offering, My Lord?" she asked, kissing the tip of his head while jerking him with both hands.
"You need to earn it, my dear," Harry teased back while she flicked her tongue over the tip. Melisandre responded by straddling him and sliding back down on him. Her eyes fluttered, and she dropped forward, catching herself with her hands. Her upper half was hovering over him, and her big breasts were dangling in front of his face. Her body started rocking back and forth as she drove herself down on him. Her tits smacked his chin, and her hard nipple brushed across his face. The next time it passed his lips, Harry latched onto the hard bead, sucking it while massaging the tip with his tongue. Melisandre seemed to like this. Her pussy started squeezing his cock again, and he knew it wouldn't be long before her previous orgasm flared up. While riding him, Harry grabbed her breasts and switched nipples. Melisandre mewled and pressed her tit against his mouth harder. It seemed this time she was actively trying to get him to cum fast. Her pussy was tighter than he had ever felt it, which told him that she was using her inner muscles to squeeze him.
Melisandre squealed as her orgasm arrived first. She pushed herself into a sitting position and rolled her hips faster, causing her big, round breasts to swing and bounce. The scent of wet pussy hung heavy in the air, which added to his arousal. Her soaked pussy was practically sucking him off by that point, and he could feel his orgasm nearing. "I'm close," Harry groaned.
She jumped off him and sat on her knees with her head tilted up and her mouth open. It was obvious what she wanted, and Harry was happy to provide it. He stood up and let his cock call against her face. She gripped him by the base and placed the head flat against her tongue. When her hand started moving, it only took half a dozen tugs before cum erupted from the tip, flying directly into her mouth. She quickly wrapped her lips around the tip and pumped the cum straight from his balls. Harry moaned and caressed her hair while she sucked him dry. Once drained, Melisandre let go of him with a wet pop and looked up at him with a happy smile. Her hand was still fondling his drained sack. "Thank you, My Lord," she said, and then leaned in and kissed all around the base of his cock. Harry chuckled as her lips climbed up his stomach.
"My pleasure," he joked and dropped back on the bed. Melisandre snuggled up to him and held his cock firmly.
"Where are we going next?" she asked as her hand worked him with long, slow strokes. Harry responded by wrapping his arm around her and cupping her breast. Melisandre hummed in pleasure when his fingers found the stiff tip of her nipple.
"Asshai," he said, kneading her breast while flicking his thumb over her pale nipple. "We'll pass by the Manticore Isles, but I don't plan to stop there."
"Good," she smiled and kissed his chest. "Those islands are home to nothing but savages and wild beasts. Even the people of Asshai refuse to go there," she told him.
"Are there any resources there? I could return another time," he asked her. Melisandre knew this part of the world much better than he did.
"Not that I know of," she answered and let go of his cock. Her hand moved down and cupped his balls. She began massaging them in the same way he was rubbing her breast. "The islands are very rocky with patches of thick jungle. Fresh water is sparse, though it does rain heavily. The rumors are that the savages drink the fresh rain from puddles, though I don't know if that's true or not. The Asshai'i used to go there to harvest salt. There are deep caves with salt the color of salmon meat. However, the Asshai'i stopped going when traders began supplying us with salt from their kingdoms. It was cheaper and much less dangerous than harvesting it ourselves," she explained while peppering his chest with kisses. Her long red hair tickled his skin. He removed his hand from her breast and slid it down her smooth back. He cupped her shapely cheek and slid his fingers between them.
"How long ago was this?" Harry wondered while toying with the rim of her asshole. Melisandre mewled from the pleasure.
"I was a young woman the last time I tasted the pink salt. I do miss it. It had a pleasant, earthy flavor," she told him.
"Really?" Harry said more to himself. He might have to visit the Manticore Isles to see what they had to offer. While he was thinking, Melisandre took the opportunity to mount him.
"Can we go again?" she asked, shuddering as she dragged her wet pussy along the underside of his cock. By then, her core was burning hot and dripping wet.
"Do you even have to ask?" Harry joked and flipped her onto her back. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her ass up. Melisandre reached back and spread her cheeks apart, letting him know exactly what she desired. Harry summoned a bottle from the nearby cabinet and popped the top. He poured the sweet-smelling oil down her ass and into her crack. He watched the viscous oil roll down her pale skin, over her puckered hole, and onto her pussy lips. Harry closed the bottle and placed it aside. He rubbed the oil into her ass, massaging her cheeks.
"Right here," she stated in a sensual voice, rubbing her asshole with her finger. Harry didn't need to be told twice. He settled behind her and pressed the head of his cock against her tight hole. With a bit of pressure, the head popped in, which made her moan. Melisandre pressed her face against the bed and gripped the sheets tightly, readying herself for what would come. Harry slowly thrust forward, careful not to harm her. Melisandre whimpered as her hole was stretched around him. He lovingly rubbed her lower back while sliding into her at a steady pace. When he was halfway in, he slowly pulled back and re-lubed his cock. Holding onto her flared hips, Harry began fucking her with slow, shallow thrusts. With every thrust, Melisandre squeaked as he went deeper and deeper. When two-thirds of his cock had penetrated her, Harry pulled back until only the head was in. He thrust forward, filling her with his entire cock. Melisandre cried out in pleasure and trembled from the feeling of being completely stuffed. Harry ran his hands down her nude back and gripped her shoulders. He then began thrusting.
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The bed muffled Melisandre's moan as her asshole was reamed by her most beloved. She loved the exquisite pleasure only he could provide, though her only thought was to make him feel as good as he made her feel. She clenched her hole shut, making herself as tight as possible. She was rewarded with a deep moan as his hefty balls slapped against her soaking twat. The roughness of his balls repeatedly striking her slit and clit felt incredible to her. It was even better when he reached between her legs and started rubbing her folds.
"Oh …" she squeaked. "My Lord … Please … More!" she begged, grinding her sloppy, wet pussy against his fingers. She could immediately tell that his fingers were absolutely coated in her juices by the way her silky fold glided across them with no resistance. He answered her by pushing his fingers between her lips until they touched her swollen clit. His fingers began dancing in circles, massaging the area around her hardened bead. The intense pleasure made her asshole pucker, which made him even more eager to please her. He leaned down and kissed her between the shoulder blades while his fingers rolled her clit. Melisandre's eyes fluttered, then rolled into the back of her head. She had to bite down on the bed sheets to keep from squealing like a pig.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?" her Lord teased as he slid his fingers down until they were at her opening.
"YES!" she cried out in a warbly voice when his fingers parted her damp lips and penetrated her. Her tight pussy desperately clung to his fingers while he continued to take pleasure from her ass. Melisandre delighted in the naughty pleasure of having both holes taken simultaneously. While being fingered, his thumb rubbed circles over her clit, adding to the pleasure. Lights began flashing behind her eyes, and she knew she couldn't hold on for much longer. A high-pitched squeak escaped her lips, and her pussy began attempting to milk his fingers. He pressed down hard on her clit with his thumb, which made her body shudder. She was suddenly taken by surprise when he switched holes, pulling out of her ass and quickly thrusting into her cumming pussy. Melisandre felt herself release and spray her juices around his cock.
Her brain began growing foggy from an overload of pleasure. Her pussy was fluttering on his cock while her beloved Lord furiously pounded it. Wanting him to finish inside of her, she squeezed him as hard as she could. After another minute, she felt him shudder right before her insides were flooded with his hot seed. Melisandre mewled and rocked her body back and forth slowly, fucking herself on him while he pumped his seed into her. Eventually, he pulled out and slid it back and forth between her cheeks to clean it off. Rolling onto her back, she spread her legs and looked down only to see his cum dripping from her used cunt. The sight filled her with pride. Her Lord dropped down next to her, and Melisandre took her place at his side, lovingly caressing his slick cock. By then, the ship began to leave port, but she was too tired to care. Resting her head against his chest, she dozed off while being held by the only man who mattered.
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Asshai was a massive city that sprawled across both sides of the river Ash. Harry had heard tales of its monstrous size and was glad to see that those tales were only slightly exaggerated. The city was dark and cold, and every structure was built from the same greasy black stone he found in Sothoryos. They say it was greasy to the touch, but Harry had no desire to test that rumor. One thing was right, though. The black stone did appear to absorb the light, casting the city into an unnatural darkness. It immediately made him think of the Old Ones and how they also feasted on the light.
Despite the massive size of the city, few people walked the streets. Everyone he saw wore lacquered masks to hide their identities. Why they did this, he had no clue. It was something he would ask Melisandre about when in private.
"As strangely as it sounds, it's good to be home," she said, looking at the city with a small smile gracing her gorgeous face. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You've got to be jesting," he said, looking around. This place would be a city of nightmares for a regular person.
"This is the main seat of the Lord of Light. Here, his followers are the most devout. I can feel his power in the air," she said, breathing in deeply.
"I'll take your word for it," Harry said as a rat lay on the road, wheezing and squeaking out its last breath. "I assume you'll be heading straight for the temple?" he asked her. Melisandre nodded, eager to get back.
"Shall I escort you? I'm not sure how safe this city is," he asked her. Melisandre laughed merrily.
"I have no fear of this city, My Lord. I assure you, I will be safe," she smiled at him and wrapped him in a hug. She kissed him deeply before pulling back.
"Very well. I'll see you soon," Harry said, eager to explore the strange city. She nodded happily and began walking away from him. Her red hair and dress contrasted starkly with her dreary surroundings. 'Follow her,' he sent his drones a mental message. She may have believed she was safe, but Harry could feel the evilness of these rotting lands. With that taken care of, Harry moved further into the city to begin his adventure.
Chapter 69
Asshai was a dreadful place, Harry quickly discovered as he ventured further into the city. The air was crisp with an unnatural chill that didn't seem to overtly affect any of the permanent residents. Most people walked, though he spotted a palanquin carried on the broad shoulders of a dozen harassed-looking men. Harry couldn't see who was inside because the curtain of black silk was pulled tightly closed. Though no animals lived in the city, it somehow carried a faint smell of rot that never seemed to go away.
Melisandre had mentioned that no children lived in the city either. No reason was given, and Harry wasn't eager to ask. He just assumed that their underdeveloped bodies couldn't adapt to the foulness of the shadowlands. The river Ash was one good example of the toxic nature of these lands. During the day, it flowed through the city, black like a river of crude oil and fouled with the smell of dead fish. At night, it radiated a phosphorescent green light that bade people to stay away. It was only at night that the river's aquatic life could be seen. Blind fish, deformed and milky-pale in color, lived in the tainted water, and only the shadowbinders dared to eat its contaminated flesh. Harry hadn't asked Melisandre if she had ever tried it. Some things were best left unknown. He was told that the water was undrinkable, and after seeing the river for himself, he tended to agree. The residents of the cursed city got their drinkable water from traders.
Despite its outward offensiveness, the city was actually quite welcoming to those with strange or different beliefs and customs. The city was open to all practitioners of magic and worshippers of any faith. On his journey down the street, Harry had seen the statue of a pale child outside of a temple. It was one of the few statues not carved from the greasy black stone. The child's body was chiseled from white marble, though the black sword in its hand was carved from the black stone. Harry instantly knew the temple was for the worshippers of Bakkalon, also called the Pale Child. Bakkalon was a god of death worshipped in various places in Essos.
By the time Harry got even partway through the city, the daylight hours quickly faded. The walled city was enclosed by tall, jagged mountains on either side, which blocked nearly all of the fading sun's rays. Before he knew it, the streets had emptied, and looking around, he could see that most of the buildings' windows were dark or shaded. Only a handful were lit with candles or torches. Melisandre had explained that the most hardcore practitioners of dark magic preferred to work at night; thus, everyone else made themselves scarce. Harry had no fear of these people and continued exploring.
An hour later, it was getting difficult to see. The sun was completely hidden behind the mountains, and any remaining light was absorbed by the oily black stones. Still, he continued forward. He eventually came upon a grand temple that reached fifty feet in height. Two ornately carved columns as thick as tree trunks stretched upward to the apex of the floor, where they held up an overhang. Resting atop that overhang were five braziers that suddenly burst into flame.
The temple itself was tiered, with each story a bit smaller than the one below it. Harry remembered that the Mayans from his original planet had built similar-style temples. The temple's double doors were wide open, and Harry could see light from within. Suddenly, a scream from within the temple pierced the night sky. A few seconds later, a young man stripped to the waist ran out in a panic, his chains jangling with every step. His bare feet were shackled at the ankles, and his dirty trousers were ripped at the knees. If Harry had to guess, he would say the young man was probably in his early twenties. He was very skinny and obviously malnourished. His hair was shaggy and unkept, and his face was covered in a dark, thick beard. The young man looked over his shoulder in terror and tripped as he reached the road. He hit the stone road roughly and wheezed painfully. Four dark-robed men came flooding out of the temple, heading straight for him. Their faces were covered with dark cowls, giving them a menacing look. They grabbed an arm or leg each and lifted the young man up. He screamed in terror and thrashed violently, but it was no use. He didn't have the strength to break free of their grip. As they carried him back toward the temple, another robed individual stepped out and waited at the threshold. Harry saw that his dark robe was stitched with gold threads, and on top of his head sat a helm with goat horns. He looked at the young man before turning his gaze to Harry. Harry stared back, unafraid of these dark priests. He turned his attention away from Harry and walked back into the temple. The four priests quickly followed, carrying the young man back inside. The double doors closed behind them, sealing the young man's fate. Harry didn't know what would happen to him, but he was sure it was nothing good.
Harry shook his head and continued further down the street. To his right was an empty, dark, and eerie bazaar. He cut across the street and entered it. His first thought was that it appeared to be abandoned. The few wooden stalls left behind were broken and rotted, and the tattered material covering the tops flapped in the icy breeze. Harry reached out with his godly senses and held out his hand. Several items flew toward him, ripped from between the uneven cobbled stones covering the ground. Before he could examine them, he heard a crunching sound coming from deeper inside the abandoned bazaar. Harry slipped them into his pocket and went to investigate.
The open-air bazaar was flanked by two buildings, one an old hall and the other an abandoned palace. As he got closer, he discovered the noise coming from the old hall. Wooden shutters had once likely covered the window holes, but they had long since rotted away, leaving them wide open. Harry quietly approached and looked in. It was so dark that he could see anything, but he could hear it moving. Waving his hand, he conjured a ball of light inside the room. What he saw was disturbing.
The head of a wretched, old crone snapped up and looked straight at him. In her hand was a human arm, and when she hissed angrily at him, Harry saw that her brown teeth had been filed down into points. She dropped the arm and lunged at him with a disturbing screech. Harry took a step back just before her clawed hand swiped at him through the open window. Harry caught her arm at the wrist and, with a powerful tug, pulled her through the window. Her body shot forward, and she landed hard on the stone ground of the bazaar. Her body rolled a few feet before she righted herself into a pouncing position on her hands and feet with a quickness that was unnatural. The ball of light followed her and remained above her head.
Harry got a good look at the crone. The skin of her face was withered and tinged an unhealthy greenish gray. Her lips were black and so thin that they were almost non-existent. The tip of her long, crooked nose sloped downward, and her nostrils were abnormally large. They flared repeatedly as she sniffed the air. Black, beady eyes stared back at him, and the white parts were yellowed like an alcoholic's. The only normal part of her body was her hair. It was long, thick, and darker than the night sky. She looked enraged as she screeched again. She pounced at Harry, swiping at him again with her long, dirty nails. Harry stepped aside and let her pass by. Again she pounced, and Harry caught her by the hair and threw her toward the middle of the bazaar. Apparently, the light was bothering her. She looked up at it and shrieked in pain when it blinded her. She jumped straight up and slashed at it with her hand. As her hand passed through the light, she howled in agony and clutched her hand to her chest. Harry could see smoke coming from the wounded hand. With one last desperate effort, she jumped forward with both hands out in front of her like she was about to wring his neck. Harry's sword appeared in his hand, and stepping aside, he clobbered her over the back of the head with the flat side of his blade. The metal clanged loudly, and she hit the floor unconscious. Her body slid a few feet before coming to a rest. She didn't move.
He walked over to her and nudged her unconscious body with the toe of his boot. Nothing. He ignited the blade and was about to drive his sword through her head when another shriek cracked through the air. Harry looked toward the opposite end of the bazaar and found three more crones looking back at him. They all looked similar to the one at his feet. None of them appeared eager to approach him. One of them stepped forward and threw something to him. A metallic clang rang out as it bounced off the cobbled stones and came to rest a few feet away from him. Harry walked over and picked it up. It was a large skeleton key with some kind of symbol engraved on the head. The crone screeched again, and it looked like she was trying to shoo him away. Harry then realized she was trying to pay for the other crone's safety. It was a fair trade. After all, the other crone only attacked after he butted in to her business. Harry extinguished his sword before it vanished from his hand. He put the key into his pocket and left the crones in peace.
Wanting a safe place to examine the key, Harry concentrated on the drone watching over Melisandre and faded to him. When he appeared, the first thing he saw was a large temple built from the same stone as everything else in the city. The temple was several stories tall, and most of the windows were lit up. Harry walked over to the thick wooden door and used the metal knocker. After three loud thumps of metal on wood, Harry waited. It wasn't long before the door creaked open. An older bald man with a wicked scar going down his face and through his eye answered. The man was tall, lanky, and had flames tattooed all over his scalp. He turned his one good eye on Harry and examined him suspiciously. "Who do you seek?" he finally asked, his voice hoarse and croaky.
"The Red Priestess Melisandre," Harry answered confidently. The man studied him again before closing the door. Harry sighed and quelled his urge to kick down the door and teach that priest a lesson for shutting the door in his face. He had a feeling it might upset Melisandre if he did. Instead, he chose to wait patiently. His patience eventually paid off, and Melisandre opened the door ten minutes later.
"My Lord … Please come in and make yourself at home," she said, ecstatic that he chose to visit the temple. Harry smiled at his beautiful partner and entered the temple. Inside, it was quite warm, which wasn't at all surprising. Dozens of lit torches lined the walls, bathing the room in light and warmth.
"I was hoping you could provide me with a warm bed," Harry smiled at the woman. She smiled back and nodded.
"My bed is always open to you," she assured him, hugging his arm. Her perky breasts pressed against his bicep. "As is my body," she reminded him, her eyes heavy with lust. It seemed Melisandre hadn't been eager to go to bed alone. Harry chuckled at her words.
"I always find your forwardness refreshing," he said with a smile as she led him down a long hallway. On each wall was a line of painted portraits, all of which seemed to be former priests. Melisandre saw him looking and smiled.
"Mondros, the Fist of Fire," she said, pointing to a lethal-looking man in red armor. "It has been over two hundred years since he last walked these halls. He was unpleasant to be around, but devout in his beliefs," Melisandre explained.
"Do you have a portrait hanging on these walls?" Harry asked her, scanning the portraits.
"A portrait is only hung after the subject has joined our Lord in the Eternal Fire … and even then, only the most devout followers earn the privilege," a new female voice sang from behind. It was soft and melodic. They turned, and Melisandre smiled warmly at the newcomer.
The woman was pretty, he had to admit. However, in his opinion, she didn't compare to Melisandre. Her hair was styled similarly to Melisandre's, but dark in color. Her dress fit snugly to her chest and belly before flaring at the waist and ending at her ankles. It was a darker red than Melisandre's and not nearly as revealing, but the neckline was low-cut and showed off a decent amount of cleavage. The long sleeves fit tight to her upper arms and flared once they reached the elbow. She wore a pleasant, pretty smile on her face.
"My Lord, may I introduce the High Priestess Kinvara, the Flame of Truth, the Light of Wisdom, and First Servant of the Lord of Light," Melisandre stated proudly.
"I will admit that the number of titles is a bit ostentatious, but they have been earned through many years of sacrifice and loyalty. So, I hold them with pride," Kinvara walked up to them with a slight smirk on her full lips. Her hips swayed from side to side, attempting to capture his attention.
"As well you should," Harry agreed as she came to a stop before them.
"You need not speak of your titles, for I have heard them all," she said with a knowing smile.
"Oh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Indeed. I am the High Priestess of the Red Temple in Volantis and was there during its sacking. The peasants sing your praises while the old guard mutter curses under their breath. I have never met a man who is so equally loved and hated by the masses," she teased.
Harry chuckled and shook his head slightly. "You can't please everyone," he wisely stated.
"You certainly cannot," she answered, her eyes shimmering from the fiery chandeliers above. She joined his side and wrapped her arms around his free arm. Like Melisandre, she was pressing her breasts against him. "May I walk with you, Your Grace?" she asked sweetly.
"It would be my pleasure, and please, call me Harold," he told her as they turned and headed toward Melisandre's room.
"Of course, Harold. You may call me Kinvara," she said happily, squeezing his arm a little tighter.
"So, how is Volantis doing?" he asked her. "I haven't visited in quite a while."
"Much better than before," she truthfully told him. "Now the people have hope, and the peasants are free to worship. The Lord of Light has obtained many new followers in the city," she explained as the clicks of their boots echoed off the stone walls.
"I'm pleased to hear it," he said as Melisandre let go of his arm and opened a door at her left. Harry and Kinvara followed her in. Kinvara released his arm and closed the door behind them. The room was already filled with light, and Harry spotted the out-of-place mattress in the corner of the room. He looked at Melisandre with a smile.
"Before leaving the ship, I asked the crew to deliver my bed to the temple," she explained, not looking sheepish at all. "I hope you don't mind, My Lord."
"Have I ever?" he teased. Melisandre giggled and shook her head. Harry then reached into his pocket and pulled out the trinkets he had gathered during his exploration of the city. The first item was the broken tip of a dagger, about an inch long. He examined it under the light. "Dragonsteel … but poorly made. That's probably why it broke," he said, tossing it onto Melisandre's table.
Next, he held up a coin to the light. "It's old. I don't recognize it," he said.
"May I?" Kinvara asked politely. Harry handed her the coin. She examined it and smiled.
"I have not seen one of these in a very long time. It's an old silver coin once used in Yi Ti. It was likely plundered from Yitish tradesmen by Shadowmen pillagers," she said, handing it back to him. Harry then pulled out a gold ring. It wasn't in the best shape. He didn't see anything special about it. He handed it to Kinvara to see what she thought about it.
"It appears to be of Qaathi design, though I cannot be sure. The damage is severe," she said, returning it to him. Harry tossed it on the table next to the dagger tip.
"What about this key?" he asked, pulling it out. The two women studied the design on the head closely. Neither knew anything about it, except that it was an old, outdated design. Harry sighed and returned it to his pocket.
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Kinvara slinked up behind him and pressed herself against his back. He didn't stiffen up, but remained calm. She smiled sweetly and rested her chin on his broad shoulder while her hands snaked around his waist.
She had been running the temple in Volantis, but had business here in Asshai that needed to be taken care of. She had been here for several months before the Lord of Light communed with her through the morning fire. He told her that Harold and Melisandre were on their way, and that she should offer her services to him, just as Melisandre had done. Kinvara obeyed without question and waited for their arrival. When he arrived, she was pleasantly surprised by how handsome he was. It was superficial and made no difference, but she was pleased nonetheless. Her hand crept down his stomach until she reached his groin. She squeezed his bulge, sending a clear message as to what she desired. Melisandre sat down on the bed and crossed one leg over the other, intent on watching the show she was putting on.
"I've come to offer you my services, My Lord," she said, emphasizing the words my lord. "Will you accept me as you did Melisandre?" she asked cutely, massaging the bulge in his trousers. He looked at Melisandre, and she slowly nodded.
"Are you certain you wish to take this road?" he asked, his voice even. "I demand unwavering loyalty from my followers," he told her. The Lord of Light would always be her number one priority, but he was the one to demand this of her.
"I am," she assured him, greedily groping his crotch. He then faced her and placed his palm on her chest. Suddenly, Kinvara felt power racing through her skin. It was difficult for her to describe. It was like stretching out a sore muscle. There was pain but also relief. Kinvara threw her head back and squealed as she felt her skin being pulled tight. Her spine twisted and popped, and her muscles tightened. The feeling of relief quickly ended, leaving only pain. Kinvara was no stranger to pain. She had lived with it for hundreds of years. She could take whatever he was doing to her. The pain suddenly became blinding, and she felt her vision going dark. Just when it became almost too much to bear, it ended. She dropped to her knees, breathing heavily. Melisandre joined her side, rubbing her back gently. Kinvara looked at her friend and blinked through the blurriness. Embarrassed to show weakness, she shakily pushed herself to her feet. Doing her best to stand proud alongside her fellow priestess, she waited for him to act. He snapped his fingers, and she felt her ruby-studded choker fall from her neck.
There was a moment of panic as it dropped to the ground with a clink. Kinvara was hundreds of years old. Without her glamor magic, he would see her for what she truly was … a shriveled old hag without an ounce of appeal. She was about to reach down and pick it up when she saw her arms. Her skin was pale and smooth instead of wrinkled and blemished with age spots. She looked at Melisandre with confusion and wonder. Melisandre smiled and removed her choker as well. She remained young and beautiful. Melisandre then tugged down her dress, revealing her shapely nude body. She then began undressing Harold. Kinvara was too stunned to even move. She watched in a daze as his naked body was revealed. Melisandre's hand wrapped around his impressive girth, and she led him to the bed. She pushed him down onto his back where his long, thick cock stuck straight up in the air. Melisandre then came up to her, which snapped her out of her daze. "Are you ready to prove your worth to our Lord?" Melisandre asked her.
Kinvara nodded, and Melisandre slowly walked behind her. Harold watched her, his cock stiff and ready for action. Kinvara couldn't take her eyes off it. It had been a very long time since she allowed a man to touch her. A sensation she hadn't felt in a long time washed over her. Her pussy tingled, and she felt herself grow damp. Melisandre pushed her dress down over her shoulders. She pushed it even further until her bare breasts escaped the tight fabric. Much to her delight, they were big and very perky. They bounced around merrily for him. Her nipples were incredibly hard and stuck out a centimeter or so from her pink areolas. Her dress continued to be pushed down, and Kinvara pulled her arms from the sleeves. Melisandre then pushed her dress over her hips, and it cascaded down her curvy body and pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of the dress as Melisandre knelt down. Kinvara watched as Melisandre removed her boots and began kissing up the fronts of her smooth thighs. She gasped when she noticed that her pubic hair was gone. Her mound was completely smooth. Melisandre's lips found her smooth mound, and she could feel her warm breath tickling her clit.
Melisandre looked up at her, her eyes dancing in the candlelight. Her lips followed the center of her body, first reaching her belly button, and then the underside of her large breasts. When she wrapped her lips around one of her stiff nipples, Kinvara tilted her head back and moaned. It had been so long since she last had her nipples teased in such a manner. Melisandre let go of her nipple much too soon for her liking. She went behind Kinvara and cupped her big tits.
"Do they please you, My Lord?" Melisandre asked, displaying her tits by bouncing them around in her palms.
"They do," he assured her, stroking his cock while studying Kinvara's body. Kinvara's cheeks began to heat up, and she was certain her lips were soaked with arousal. She could feel Melisandre's hard nipples lightly brushing against the soft skin of her nude back. Melisandre then reached between her legs and ran her slender fingers along the length of her wet slit. Kinvara moaned, and her eyes fluttered from the touch.
"She's ready for you, My Lord," Melisandre told him while stroking her slit.
"Then bring her to me," he commanded, and Kinvara swallowed loudly, ready for what was to come.