Chapter 70
Melisandre led the High Priestess Kinvara to the bed, where she stopped short. Melisandre bumped into her nude back, and the sensation of rubbing her hard nipples against Kinvara's silky skin made her shudder with need. Kinvara stared down at Harold's nude body in wonder. It was obvious she didn't know where to start. Melisandre snaked her hands around the sexy woman's belly and tickled her belly button, making her mewl in pleasure. Her Lord was staring at them both, studying their curvy bodies while his hand stroked his impressive penis. "Don't be shy," he teased Kinvara.
Melisandre giggled as one of her hands moved down Kinvara's belly. Her fingers softly grazed over Kinvara's mound as her other hand rose higher up her body. Melisandre groped the naked breast in her hand, lightly caressing the stiff tip of her nipple. Melisandre knew that her inner thighs were soaked with her wetness. She could feel fat drops of her arousal dripping from her womanly petals and cascading down her gloriously smooth skin. Seeing that Kinvara was too mesmerized by the sight of his perfect cock, Melisandre decided to help her out. "Crawl between his legs and prove your devotion to him," Melisandre told her while lightly pinching her nipple and rolling it between her fingers. In response to her suggestion, her Lord opened his legs wider, displaying his mighty cock and massive balls.
Kinvara did as she was told and climbed onto the bed and crawled between his open legs. On her hands and knees, she came face to face with his manly slab of flesh. She could feel the heat radiating from his body. Her head tilted up, and she looked him in the eyes as though waiting for his command. "Do you swear your loyalty to me?" he asked her. Kinvara swallowed loudly. The Lord of Light wanted her to follow this man, so she would to her dying day.
"I swear it," she stated with confidence. Harry sat up and pressed a finger to her ruby choker. Instantly, Kinvara felt a surge of power. She cried out and arched her back. It felt like her body was being stretched and twisted. It wasn't exactly painful, but it wasn't pleasant either. She thought she could feel her bones shifting and muscles tightening. Just when it started to get painful, the ruby in her choker shattered, and the pain suddenly stopped. Kinvara's shoulders and head slumped as she breathed heavily. It was then that she remembered her ruby shattering. Panicked, she looked down at her body and saw nothing but taut, smooth skin. Instinctively, she reached up and brushed her fingers over the choker. The ruby was gone. 'This shouldn't be!' she told herself. Her body should be that of an old, twisted crone without the protective illusion the ruby cast on her. Instead, her skin was flawless and silky. She looked back at Melisandre with wide, confused eyes. Melisandre smirked and reached behind her neck. She unclasped her choker and let it drop to the floor. Like her, Melisandre's body was smooth and perfect without the need for illusions.
"Our Lord is a man of many talents," she smirked, staring at her Lord with love and devotion. Melisandre ran her hands down Kinvara's sides, caressing her ribs before squeezing her wide, fleshy hips. Kinvara shuddered at the sensation. Melisandre's fingers felt incredible on her new body, and she quickly wondered how his fingers would feel. "I think it's time you properly thank our Lord for his generosity," Melisandre suggested while exploring her soft body. Kinvara looked at the handsome man in front of her and blushed deeply. Questions could wait. Kinvara had other things in mind.
She gasped when she felt talented fingers caressing the length of her wet slit. Kinvara looked over her shoulder and found Melisandre smirking at her. Kinvara's eyes fluttered as her fingers brushed over her damp and swollen clit. For decades, sex had been an afterthought for her. Her entire life had been devoted to the Lord of Light, greatly limiting her time for recreational activities. It had been so long since she enjoyed someone else's touch that she almost forgot how good it felt. 'Perhaps that was a mistake,' she thought as she studied his manhood in great detail.
It was big. In fact, the word big wasn't sufficient to describe its incredible girth. It was monstrous. It was nearly as big as her forearm and laced with throbbing veins of manliness. She was nervous to even touch it, but her body had already decided. Without even thinking, her shaky hand reached out, and she brushed her fingers along the bottom of his length, committing his exact shape to memory. His skin was so soft and temptingly warm. His scent was amazing, she quickly discovered. It was clean with a hint of musk, and his scent alone was sending her body into a sexual frenzy. One whiff and her pussy was puckering as though it were being fucked by this majestic slab of man meat. Her fingers drifted lower, and she cupped his balls in the palm of her relatively small hand. Kinvara gently squeezed them and found them heavier than expected.
"They're full of hot cum, ready to be spilt inside of you," Melisandre teased her from behind while her thumb pressed harder against her slit. Melisandre began sliding it up and down, forcing her lips apart and rubbing her delicate inner lips. Kinvara whimpered from the pleasure. "Our Lord fills me up every night, and I fall asleep while his thick, delicious seed drips from my freshly-fucked cunt," Melisandre huskily whispered into her ear. As she finished her perverse statement, she slid a finger into Kinvara's hole, penetrating her to the last knuckle. Kinvara shuddered as her pussy clenched Melisandre's finger tightly. Melisandre slowly eased it out before stuffing two fingers back in. Kinvara moaned, and her upper half dropped down. Her face mashed into Harold's groin, and the underside of his cock pressed against the full length of her face while her lips rested against his bloated, cum-filled sack. She couldn't help but inhale deeply, breathing in his manly scent. Unable to stop herself, her tongue slithered from her mouth and gently lapped at his skin.
"Mmmm," Kinvara moaned as she tasted him for the first time. Her soaked pussy squeezed Melisandre's thrusting fingers as she went in for another taste. Instead of gently lapping at his balls, she dragged her tongue along his smooth skin, practically bathing him with her mouth. One of her hands was softly toying with the skin of his thigh while the other moved over and gripped his heavy pole. Her nimble fingers wormed around it, and she discovered that his cock was heavier than his balls. She pulled it from her face and slowly started working it. Up and down her hand bounced, pleasuring his cock with her soft, delicate hand. By then, her lips were attached to his balls, and she eagerly sucked on them while tickling his skin with her tongue.
Melisandre watched as her High Priestess devoured his balls. A cute giggle left her lips when she felt Kinvara's already tight pussy squeezing and clutching at her fingers. Melisandre turned her hand palm down and continued finger-fucking her at a new angle. Kinvara squealed as the pleasure increased. Melisandre let her thumb dangle down and used it to massage Kinvara's stiff clit. The effects were immediate. Kinvara's pale, smooth body began trembling, and she moaned into her Lord's balls. The smell of Kinvara's arousal rapidly intensified, and her penetration began to sound wetter. Melisandre used her free hand to spread Kinvara's cheeks apart, revealing her puckering asshole. Smirking, Melisandre leaned in and licked her naughty hole, causing Kinvara to squeak and buck. Melisandre was glad to see that she never removed her mouth from his balls. She continued pleasuring him through Melisandre's erotic treatment of her body. Melisandre softly kissed both of her cheeks before returning to her hole. The tip of her tongue wiggled around the rim of her puckering hole while her stuffed pussy began to slosh with wetness.
Kinvara moaned and sucked hard on his sack. She tried to take as much of him into her mouth as possible. Harold's hand found her head, and much to her delight, he didn't try to dictate her actions with his superior strength. He caressed the top of her head and lightly grazed her scalp with his short fingernails. She found that she really liked the sensation and mewled into his balls. Wanting to please him more, she let go of his sack with a wet pop and began laying passionate kisses up the length of his shaft. She made sure to use plenty of tongue along the way, and when she finally reached his massive domed helmet, she pressed the tip to her lips and let her tongue slither all around it. Kinvara heard a manly moan from above, and it filled her with pride knowing she was the reason for his pleasure. She had gone so long without sex that she was afraid that her hard-earned skills had faded. She was glad to see that that wasn't the case. She was still very skilled with her tongue and mouth. As if to prove herself correct, Kinvara began sucking on his head while wiggling the tip of her tongue around the tip of his cock. His hips jerked slightly from her licking his most sensitive area. His fingers played with her scalp some more, making her body tingle pleasantly. Slowly, she began bobbing her head, sucking off just the head. Kinvara didn't want to just jump into it and make a mistake. She took her time, remembering all the intricacies of properly pleasuring a man.
Behind her, Melisandre pulled her fingers from Kinvara's pussy and found them wet. They weren't just wet, Melisandre discovered … They were absolutely soaked. Her juices coated the full length of her fingers and even dripped down her palm and the back of her hand. Melisandre sucked her fingers clean, enjoying the taste of her High Priestess. She then heard the sound of sucking, and up toward her head. Kinvara had half of his long, impressive cock down her throat, and she was trying to take more in. Melisandre smiled happily. Kinvara was treating him the way he deserved. It was their duty to bring him as much pleasure as possible. Melisandre watched her suck him off for several minutes, all the while, kneading her tits and pinching her nipples. Melisandre couldn't lie; she wanted him in her mouth as well. Deciding to join in, Melisandre kissed Kinvara's jiggling cheeks and groped them one last time before kissing up her spine. When she reached her upper back, she brushed Kinvara's hair aside and kissed right between her shoulder blades.
As she pushed against her side, Kinvara scooched over but never released his cock. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his member, and it didn't look as though she would let go any time soon. Melisandre leaned down and peppered his sack with kisses and licks while Kinvara bobbed on his cock. Kinvara forced her head down, taking a couple more inches down her throat. She gagged loudly and quickly pulled off of him. Her face was red, and her eyes were watery as she sucked in some much needed oxygen. Melisandre took the opportunity to take over. She smiled sexily at her Lord and kissed the tip of his cock before opening her mouth and taking him in. "That's good," he moaned, lovingly stroking her hair. "Sharing is caring, after all," he joked while Melisandre bobbed her head like a pro.
Her plump lips glided down his wet shaft with ease, and when he hit the back of her throat, Melisandre relaxed her muscles and let him slip further down. Kinvara watched the Red Priestess work him over while massaging his inner thigh. Her other hand reached for his sack and began massaging it while Melisandre fucked him with her mouth. It annoyed her to have to admit that Melisandre was better at pleasing him than she was. However, it was unfair in her favor. Melisandre was obviously a regular visitor to his bed, so it was only natural that she had more practice. Kinvara was determined to get her fair share of practice in the coming months and years.
Kinvara watched as Melisandre pulled off his cock and used her hand to smear her saliva into his skin. She then dragged her tongue from the base to the tip. Not wanting to be left out, Kinvara joined in and dragged her tongue up the other side. When she reached the head, she came face to face with her fellow priestess. Their gazes met as their tongues swirled around the head, occasionally brushing against one another. When their lips were very close to touching, Harry moved his cock, and their lips pressed together. Melisandre's lips were incredibly soft, Kinvara discovered as they danced with hers. Kinvara opened her mouth and allowed her to deepen the kiss. It took less than a second for Melisandre's tongue to slip in her mouth and even less time for hers to join in.
Harry couldn't help but smirk as he watched the two sexy women make out above his cock. As if by instinct, Melisandre reached down and gripped his shaft. Her hand began pumping it while Kinvara was too caught up in the kiss to notice. Instead of touching him, her hands climbed up Melisandre's belly and cupped her large breasts. There was something very sexy about the way she fondled Melisandre's breasts. It was a bit shy and exploratory at first, but after a minute or so, she was full-on groping them. Melisandre's nipples were stiff, and Kinvara seemed to enjoy playing with the crinkled tips. Her fingers pinched and tugged on the little beads, and when she rolled them between her fingers, Melisandre gasped into her mouth and then moaned deeply. Melisandre then broke the kiss, leaving Kinvara struggling for breath. "It's time to prove yourself," Melisandre told her. She then moved from between his legs and crawled around to his side.
Melisandre's hand gripped the base of his cock while looking at Kinvara. She wiggled it with her hand, and Kinvara understood what she was getting at. Nervously, Kinvara crawled on top of him and straddled his waist. "Lean forward," Melisandre instructed. She leaned forward, presenting her wet pussy to the Red Priestess. As she did, her big tits dangled in front of Harry's face. He didn't pass up the opportunity to lean in and take her nipple into his mouth. Kinvara gasped, and her eyes fluttered when he began sucking on it. Down below, Melisandre was cheekily using his cock to massage her soaked slit. She slid his thick head back and forth along the length of her damp pussy. As the head passed over her opening, it was nearly swallowed by her plump, smooth lips. When the head popped back out, it was coated in her juices. Melisandre giggled.
"My, my, High Priestess," she giggled again. "I've never seen a cunt so wet." Just as she said that, a fat drop of her juices plopped down on his shaft and rolled down to his balls. Melisandre used her thumb to rub it into his skin. She heard Kinvara moan and looked up. Harry's mouth was latched onto her hard nipple. He then lightly bit the tip and tugged on it with his teeth. Kinvara's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she began rocking her hips, trying to get the cock inside of her. Melisandre ran her fingers along her pussy, smearing her juices all over her hot lips. She then pushed the head along her slit until it hit her clit. She kept the head there and moved his cock in a circular pattern so the tip was tracing a circle around her swollen clit.
"I need it!" Kinvara begged through a moan. Harry let go of her nipple and smirked up at the gorgeous woman.
"Are you teasing her, Melisandre?" Harry asked in a teasing manner. He knew full well she was. He could feel the tip of his cock flicking back and forth over the hard, little bead.
"I'm just trying to get her ready for you, My Lord," Melisandre giggled and continued to tease Kinvara with his cock.
"I'm not sure this poor girl can take it," he said, staring at Kinvara, who was trembling with need. Her body was quivering, causing her big tits to shake and jiggle. Harry slowly ran his hands up her sides and tickled the smooth skin of her underarms. Kinvara shuddered violently and squeaked. Down below, Melisandre giggled harder.
"I think she just came, My Lord," she happily stated as her hand worked his shaft. "She just squirted on your cock," she added and then burst into giggles. Melisandre ran her fingers up her pussy and tickled her tight asshole. Kinvara cried out in pleasure.
"I'm not used to this new body," Kinvara squealed through the pleasure, trying her best to explain herself. "It's so sensitive!" She then pulled Harry's head between her tits where he started kissing, licking, and sucking on her soft skin. Melisandre teased her further by pressing her finger against Kinvara's asshole. She gasped loudly and looked over her shoulder. Melisandre smirked as she eased the finger in deeper. Kinvara's mouth hung open, and she gasped for breath as it passed the first knuckle. She whimpered pathetically when Melisandre reached the second knuckle. When it was fully in, Kinvara cried out and came again. Melisandre kissed her lower back and began sliding her finger back and forth, slowly finger-fucking her.
Kinvara whimpered and pulled Harry's head tighter against her bosom. It had been a long time since she last had sex and even longer since she experimented with anal. The last time she experimented, it was with an inexperienced partner who was a little too enthusiastic. The pain from his fumbled attempts had put her off the act. Now, she was forced to rethink the whole thing. Melisandre was slow and gentle with her actions, and the naughty sensation made her pussy tingle with need. Suddenly, Melisandre moved Harry's cock until the head was pressed tightly against her opening. Not wanting to wait any longer, Kinvara eased her hips down until the head pushed through her tight lips. Slowly, her hips sank, and her lips stretched around him. Melisandre's finger never stopped penetrating her. It pistoned back and forth at a slow but steady pace. Kinvara's body was shaking badly by that point, and she could no longer hold herself up. She cried out as her hips dropped dramatically, and she was suddenly filled with his meat. Harry lay back, and Kinvara collapsed on top of him. Her breasts were mashed against his chest, and she breathed heavily into his neck.
"I think she likes it, My Lord," Melisandre teased as she continued to finger-fuck her ass. Harry's hands caressed the full length of Kinvara's nude back, and when he reached her ass, he spread her cheeks open, giving Melisandre more room to play.
"She certainly does," Harry chuckled. "She's practically choking my cock. She doesn't want to let go," he teased, gripping her cheeks tightly. Harry began thrusting his hips, trying to loosen her crushing grip on his member. Her pussy was extremely tight, but thankfully soaking wet. With every thrust, her wet pussy produced a perverted squishing sound, and when he pulled back, her narrow walls constricted further, desperately trying to milk the cum from his balls.
"Her lips are stretching so far out, it looks as though they might tear," Melisandre giggled as she stared at the point of penetration. As Harry thrust into her, her stretched lips were pushed back into her body. When his shaft pulled back, her light pink lips stretched far from the rest of her pussy, attempting to keep him inside. Kinvara squealed and trembled against his body as the duo brought her more pleasure than she could ever dream of. His hips started to move faster, and her wide hips began clapping from the force of impact. Melisandre was forced to pull her finger from her ass but quickly replaced it with her tongue. Kinvara's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her back arched. Harry tilted her head up and kissed her deeply while Melisandre's tongue slithered against her hole. Down below, her pussy was smearing his shaft with a thick coating of her white cream, making her pussy even more slick and pleasurable.
Melisandre reached between her parted knees as she wiggled her tongue all around her hole. Her fingers found her slick pussy, and she began playing with herself while Kinvara squealed above her. She knew it wouldn't be long before she came all over his cock, and she patiently waited for her turn. As it turned out, she didn't have to wait long. Kinvara cried out in pleasure as pussy juice began squirting from her quivering cunt. Melisandre pulled away and watched as squirts of pussy juice leaked out from around his shaft. Harry started fucking her hard and faster. Kinvara squealed and rolled off of him as the pleasure became too much to take. Melisandre smirked as the older woman thrashed on the bed next to him with her thighs tightly shut. Her pussy was stills squirting while spasming uncontrollably. Melisandre then turned to him and found his cock rock-hard and waiting for action. She crawled between his legs and took him into her mouth. She moaned around him while bobbing her head and sucking him clean. Her Lord moaned as well and threaded his fingers through her luscious red hair. It didn't take long for him to cum. As the first blast of cum hit the back of her throat, Melisandre guzzled it down without a problem. She pulled back until only the head was in her mouth and wrapped her hand around his thick base. Up and down her hand jerked, pumping cum down her throat. Once his balls had been sufficiently drained. Melisandre sucked on the head like a tasty treat, making sure to get every last drop of his hot seed. Kissing him up his stomach and chest, she lay by his side and snuggled against him. He wrapped his arm around her back and held her close, which filled her with love and affection.
"How was she, My Lord?" Melisandre asked while Kinvara continued to squeal and cum.
"Her body pleases me, but we need to work on her longevity," he teased while caressing Kinvara's cumming body with his strong hand. Melisandre giggled and kissed his shoulder. She then took her turn straddling his waist. Melisandre smirked as she felt his hard shaft rest between her swollen lips. Her hips began rolling, and her wet pussy glided along the length of his shaft. By then, Kinvara was just coming down from her orgasm, and she raised her head in time to see Melisandre dropping down on the long, thick shaft that had just caused her to orgasm explosively. She shakily pushed herself into a sitting position. There was no way she was going to miss out on the fun. She crawled over to them and joined in, intent on having the time of her life.
Chapter 71
Harry's eyes opened, and he let out a loud yawn. Two bodies squirmed next to him, and he angled his head down and saw his two women on each arm, using his chest as a pillow. Melisandre was the first to wake. Her lovely eyes fluttered open, and she blinked away the initial sleepiness before setting eyes on him. She smiled prettily and sat up. Her hair was a tangled mess, but she still looked incredible. Her naked tits bounced and jiggled, and when she raised her arms to stretch, her large breasts lifted as well, stretching upward. She, too, let out a loud yawn, which woke Kinvara.
Kinvara slowly sat up, her eyelids heavy and her hair messy. She ran her fingers through her tangles, and Harry took the opportunity provided to check out her naked body. Her breasts weren't as large or perky as Melisandre's, but they were still very fun to look at. Unlike Melisandre's, Kinvara's nipples were already stiff and ready to be sucked. Harry slowly ran his hands up both of their nude backs, letting his fingers gently caress their soft, smooth skin. Kinvara shuddered loudly at the intimate touch. Melisandre couldn't help but giggle.
"Our Lord loves early morning fun in the bedroom," Melisandre explained as her hand slipped under the bedsheet and found his soft cock. She cupped as much of it as she could in her palm and began playing with him. She smiled cheekily when she felt it begin to inflate.
"I suppose that could be arranged," Kinvara said with a soft, sexy smile. Her makeup had rubbed off during the night, but she was still very pretty. "May I first go freshen up?" she asked him for permission.
"Of course. You don't need to ask," he told her with a smile. His hand moved around her back, and he gave her breast a quick squeeze. He let his fingers graze her hard nipple, which made her inhale deeply and loudly.
"I'll join you," Melisandre said and yawned again. She fluffed her messy hair and pulled the sheet down, exposing all of their nude lower halves. Both women sat up on their knees while Harry indulged himself with their soft, silky skin. "We'll be back shortly, My Lord," Melisandre assured him and climbed off the bed. Kinvara followed her, and his eyes followed them both as they walked out of the room, their wide hips and asses bouncing from side to side. Harry had to smile. He was a lucky man. He let out another loud yawn and stretched his arms and legs. With a snap of his fingers, his body and teeth were completely clean and fresh. He snapped his fingers again, and the bed and sheets were clean and suddenly smelled spring fresh. He did the same with their dresses. All it took was a snap of his fingers for their dresses to levitate off the ground and clean themselves. He mentally conjured two clothes hangers and hung the dresses on one of the old torch mounts on the wall. He lay back down on the bed with his hands behind his head, patiently waiting for his bed partners to return. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait too long. Fifteen minutes later, the Red Priestesses came bouncing back into the room.
Both women were still completely nude, and Harry could see that their skin was still wet in places. They had obviously done a quick wash of their bodies before brushing their hair and applying just the bare minimum amount of makeup. Harry helped them by snapping his fingers. Melisandre knew what was coming, but Kinvara squeaked in shock when she felt an invisible soapy brush caress every inch of her body. Their hair billowed out, caught by an unseen gust of warm, pleasant-smelling wind before settling back into their normal hairstyles. Melisandre didn't miss a step. Her gorgeous, lustful eyes were locked on her prey, and she sauntered over to the bed sexily before climbing on. On her hands and knees, she crawled to him, her big, pale breasts dangling low and swaying sexily with every movement of her curvy body. It only took a few seconds for Kinvara to snap out of her momentary shock. Seeing that Melisandre had already made a move, she quickly followed and crawled onto the bed after them.
Melisandre moved to his other side, letting Kinvara take the side closest to her. Harry was still lying there with his hands behind his head and a small smile gracing his handsome face. Seeing their naked, jiggling bodies had his cock fully hardened and ready for action. Melisandre was the first to make a move. One hand settled on his muscular thigh, and she gently toyed with his skin with the tips of her delicate fingers. Her other hand moved down his muscled abs and found the base of his shaft. Her fingers enclosed the thick rod of meat to the best of their ability, but even so, the tips of her fingers weren't able to touch. That didn't stop her from forming a tight grip on him. She took a moment to let her fingers glide across his skin, studying the exact shape of his manhood … not that she didn't already know it by heart. Still, Melisandre would take every opportunity to play with his body. Slowly, her hand began bouncing up and down, working his cock while Harry watched Kinvara's large tits swaying as she crawled next to him. Her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass, and when she got close enough, Harry cupped one of her dangling tits and lightly tugged on the hard tip. Kinvara's eyes fluttered, and she practically lunged forward, eager to be as close as possible to him. Her dark eyes started at his face.
Kinvara's cheeks heated up when she remembered how handsome he was. It wasn't just that he was handsome. Harold was by far the most attractive man she had ever seen in her very long life. He was like a marble statue of a god come to life. Feeling flush, she moved her eyes away from his smiling face and moved them to a safer place. The muscles in his chest bulged with strength, and her pussy tingled just from looking at it. All she wanted in that moment was to lean over and drag her tongue along his skin. Kinvara desired to taste him again. She quickly moved her eyes lower. His washboard abs didn't do anything to quench the fire between her legs, and when her eyes finally reached his cock, she realized there wasn't a safe place for her to look. Every inch of him was utter perfection. Every part of his masculine body made her pussy clench and her spine tingle. Melisandre seemed to understand this because she appeared to be having the time of her life as she caressed his muscles and stroked his glorious manhood. Kinvara couldn't take her eyes away from the sight of Melisandre's feminine hand sliding up and down his pole. Harry's hand was on the back of Melisandre's bare thigh. His fingers crept to her inner thigh, and he moved them so close to her womanhood that Kinvara thought she felt her own pussy twinge. Melisandre responded by spreading her knees wider apart, a clear invitation to touch her more. Kinvara was done sitting and watching. She wanted to play too.
As Harry's hand slipped between Melisandre's legs and his fingers began stroking her damp slit, Kinvara moved into position and leaned down, giving into her base urges. Her lips found his stomach, and her peppering kisses quickly turned into licks. Within seconds, her tongue was slithering along his body, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin. Like Melisandre, her ass was up in the air and pointed toward his head. She jumped slightly when she felt his hand creep up her inner thigh. His strong fingers tickled her soft skin, and before he could reach the promised land, Kinvara parted her knees, giving him plenty of room to explore. Harry cupped her pussy in the palm of his hand. His fingers drifted over her smooth, hairless mound while his thumb laid flat along the length of her moist slit. Kinvara moaned into his skin when he moved his thumb from side to side, repeatedly bumping into her hard clit. For her part, Kinvara wasn't content with just licking and kissing his skin. She wanted more.
Her lips moved down his body until her forehead bumped Melisandre's fingers, which were firmly wrapped around his throbbing shaft. Melisandre gave way to her High Priestess, moving her hand further up his shaft to give her room. Kinvara immediately acted on it. Her lips found the base of his shaft, and she kissed as much of it as she could reach. A squeal left her lips when two of Harry's fingers slipped between her plump, hairless folds and penetrated her. Her wet pussy instantly tightened around his wandering digits, clutching them as though her life depended on it. Harry slowly eased his fingers back and slid them forward again. Kinvara could hear how wet her pussy was, but she wasn't embarrassed by it. It was just the opposite, in fact. It was proof that the Lord of Light made the correct decision when he demanded she offer her loyalty to her new Lord. Harold was an impressive figure to behold, and he could get her pussy wet with a mere few touches. She was proud that her body responded to his touch in such a way. Kinvara was convinced she had made the right choice.
Melisandre smirked as she watched the High Priestess kiss around the base of his shaft. Kinvara had always been a very proud woman, so it was amusing to see her act like a bitch in heat. Her tongue slipped from her lips and touched his shaft. She then dragged it all the way up and over Melisandre's fingers. Her tongue didn't stop until it reached the tip of his head. Her tongue stopped there and swirled around the tip, tickling anything it could reach. Harry certainly seemed to like it. Melisandre felt his cock jerked against her palm. Melisandre moved her other hand to his balls and cupped the cum-ladened sack. She gently squeezed and tugged on them while her other hand pumped his hard shaft. Meanwhile, Kinvara had wrapped her lips around the head and was sucking on it like she was trying to extract some tasty treat. Melisandre could certainly understand her enthusiasm. She had done the same thing to him many times before. Though she didn't want to, Melisandre removed her hand from his shaft and let Kinvara slide her lips down his pole. She angled her head to the side and let her lips and tongue glide down the side of his shaft. When she got to the bottom, she pressed the flat of her tongue against his length and licked him all the way back up to the head.
"I think she's addicted, My Lord," Melisandre giggled as she watched Kinvara work his shaft with her mouth. Kinvara didn't pay her words any mind. She continued worshipping his cock with her tongue. It didn't take her long before his cock was shiny and wet, coated in her saliva. Melisandre looked over her shoulder at her Lord and saw him smirking.
"I believe you may be correct, my dear. Just listen to how wet she is," he said and began rapidly pistoning his fingers into her pussy. Kinvara's pussy began squelching loudly as it sucked on his thrusting fingers. Melisandre giggled harder.
"Now, now. There's no need to tease our High Priestess. Especially when you're no better," he teased her. He then began treating her body the exact same way. Melisandre's eyes fluttered, and she moaned when his fingers began rapidly fucking her tight pussy. Soon, their room was filled with the sounds of two wet pussies getting stuffed. Kinvara moaned around his shaft, keeping her lips tightly around it while her hand pumped the base.
Harry had had enough of the teasing. He wanted to get on with the main event. He gently eased Kinvara's head up until his cock slipped from her lips. He patted his lap, letting her know exactly what he wanted. Kinvara quickly and eagerly got into position and threw a leg over his lap. She grabbed his cock and slid the head back and forth across her slit, making sure the head was nice and slick. Melisandre wasn't one to be left behind. She threw her leg over his head and sat down on his face. She immediately felt his warm tongue slide down her slit, making her eyes flutter. Melisandre was facing Kinvara, and she could see her breathing heavily as she stuffed the head into her opening and slowly sank down on it. Melisandre became incredibly aroused watching her High Priestess slowly devour his cock. Her spread lips slid down his pole, stretching to accommodate his impressive size. When she took him down to the base, Kinvara's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she sat there still, momentarily transfixed by the sensation of having her pussy completely stuffed. Melisandre wiggled her wide hips, smearing her wet pussy all over his face. Harry's hands came up, gripped her thighs, and he pulled her pussy back into position. Melisandre loved the feeling of his strong tongue lapping at her folds and licking up her juices.
Kinvara leaned forward and rested her palms on his muscled stomach. Her breathing was ragged, and her eyes were wide with pleasure. She, too, wiggled her hips while her pussy clutched his shaft. She then slowly raised her hips, and Melisandre saw his thick shaft descending from her wet depths. His cock was streaked with cream, and when Kinvara reached the peak, her hips dropped. Her thick ass clapped against his thighs, and the loud, perverse squelch of suction met Melisandre's ears. Kinvara threw her chest out and squealed. Her back bowed, and she steadied herself by holding onto his powerful thighs. Her body shook and trembled, causing her large, perky tits to quiver enticingly. Melisandre couldn't help herself. She leaned in and pulled Kinvara forward. Her mouth quickly found her quivering tits, and her lips wrapped around one of her stiff nipples. Kinvara gasped loudly and looked down at Melisandre as she licked and sucked on the hardened tip. Her pussy tingled badly from the extra stimulation, and all she could do was push down hard on Harry's cock and grind her hips. She let out a wild moan when Harry's massive cock rubbed every millimeter of her sensitive inner walls. Wanting more, she rolled her hips in a figure eight, making sure his cock touched every single sensitive area inside of her. Kinvara brushed the hair from Melisandre's face and watched her switch breasts. The Red Priestess laid soft kisses around her areola, occasionally letting her tongue out to lick at the crinkled tip. Kinvara heard Harry moan, and she looked over at his face. It was completely covered by Melisandre's wide, pale bottom. Her smooth, creamy thighs were spread wide, emphasizing the shape of her womanly hips. She could hear him licking her and slurping up her juices. Kinvara pussy clenched tightly around his shaft, and when Melisandre began humping his face by rolling her hips from front to back, she followed course and began riding his cock the same way Melisandre was riding his face.
Melisandre teased her by tugging on the hard tip of her nipple with her teeth. Kinvara shuddered and watched her. Melisandre looked up at her cheekily and let her nipple go. It snapped back into place, and Melisandre continued to watch her expression as she teased her by wiggling her tongue all around her areola and tickling the tip. Kinvara threw her head back and moaned while grinding on Harry's cock. She suddenly felt a soft hand slide down her belly and over her smooth, hairless mound. She instantly knew it belonged to Melisandre, and her hand didn't stop until her fingers reached her clit. As Harry's cock reshaped her wet pussy, Melisandre's fingers touched her little nub and began massaging it. Her fingers danced in circles around the hard bead, sending jolts of pleasure racing up her spine.
Melisandre smirked into Kinvara's hard nipple. The High Priestess had lost herself in the pleasure of having her pussy fucked and clit rubbed. She flicked her finger over her damp, swollen clit, making the sexy woman squeal and buck her hips. Just then, Harry's tongue hit a very pleasurable spot, which made her gasp. Her hips began to rock faster, dragging her wet pussy over his lips and back again. Harry held her hips in place, and his tongue found her ass. Melisandre moaned like a whore as the tip of his tongue swirled around the rim, teasing her tight hole. Melisandre was greedy and wanted more. She used all the strength she had to try and grind her pussy against his face, but Harry was too strong. The best she could do was grind her clit against his chin, which provided a surprising amount of pleasure. When the tip of his tongue began wiggling over her hole, Melisandre moaned into Kinvara's nipple, and she lightly pinched her clit and rolled it between her fingers. The area all around Harry's cock was slippery with Kinvara's spilled juices, so Melisandre gathered some on the tips of her fingers and used it as lubrication to further tease her hard clit.
Kinvara felt every inch of her smooth body tingle from the overload of pleasure. Her soaked, quivering pussy was already fluttering and squeezing Harry's shaft. Her delicate, silky skin rippled around his cock, tugging on it while trying to get him to spill inside of her. Some of his fat, bloated sack snuggled between her parted cheeks, rubbing against her asshole and smearing her fragrant arousal all over the tight hole. Melisandre then pinched her clit and rolled it, making her cry out in sexual bliss. Her back arched violently, and she wasn't expecting Melisandre to lean in and capture her full lips in a fiery kiss. Kinvara was too far gone to even think twice. She reached out and began fondling Melisandre's large, full breasts, kneading them and brushing her nipples with her elegant fingers. Melisandre's mouth opened, and Kinvara followed her lead. Their tongues met, and both women moaned as their lips danced and their tongues twirled. Melisandre could feel an orgasm rapidly approaching. Her pussy was starting to contract, which was furthered by Harry's tongue leaving her ass and sliding down her slit until it found her opening. His thick, warm tongue slithered between her plump lips and entered her. Her damp walls immediately began squeezing it as though it was a thrusting cock ready to explode inside of her. However, before she could cum, Kinvara's body was the first to break. The sexy priestess squealed into her mouth, and she roughly squeezed Melisandre's breasts. Her body began shaking badly making her lovely tits bounce wildly. Melisandre rapidly flicked her fingers over her clit, and she could feel that Kinvara's wetness had doubled. She didn't see it, but Kinvara was squirting around Harry's cock while she repeatedly lifted up and drove her hips down with a wet clapping sound. Down below, Harry lifted Melisandre's backside and latched onto her clit with his lips. She didn't know what he did, but it suddenly felt like a lightning bolt of pure pleasure striking her clit and causing her pussy to explode. A torrent of girl cum sprayed from her cumming twat and drenched his face. Harry was unfazed by her flood of womanly juices. His lips tugged on her throbbing clit while his tongue wiggled circles around the swollen bead. Like Kinvara, Melisandre's body began shaking violently, and she broke the kiss and cried out loudly.
Both women arched their backs so much that their breasts and nipples were rubbing together. Kinvara creamed Harry's cock while Melisandre drenched his face. The two women looked at each other. Both had wide, dazed eyes clouded with lust, and both of their mouths hung open as they let out high-pitched squeals of pleasure. Kinvara was pounding her hips down on his groin, trying to get the brute to finish inside of her while Melisandre's hips swung back and forth, smearing his face with her arousal. Melisandre felt the vibrations against her pussy as Harry deeply moaned. Kinvara's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she pressed down hard on his cock. Her hips rocked slowly, and Melisandre knew that Harry was pumping her full of cum. Harry then latched onto her clit again, but Melisandre was too sensitive for another round so soon after cumming. She rolled off his face and flopped onto the bed, her chest rapidly rising and falling with every labored breath. Kinvara's body bucked a few times as she spasmed on his cock. She then collapsed forward into his arms, and Harry lovingly caressed her nude back while she rode out the waning waves of pleasure.
Melisandre crawled to his side and turned on her side. His hand slid behind her neck, and she gratefully snuggled into his side. Kinvara gave one last moan before she rolled off of him. Melisandre saw his long, hard cock slip from her depths as she rolled over and rested on his other side. His cock bobbed a few times before coming to rest, pointed straight at the ceiling. Melisandre's hand slipped over his stomach and moved down until her fingers wrapped around his shaft. She liked holding it while they rested. Before she could even say a word, she heard light snoring coming from Harry's other side. He looked over and chuckled.
"I think we wore her out," he joked while his fingers caressed her nude back, making her soft skin goosebump. Melisandre giggled at her friend's expense.
"She'll get used to it," Melisandre joked as well. Though in reality, it wasn't much of a joke. She also experienced a transition period where her body had to acclimate to Harry's insatiable sexual appetite. 'That certainly was a fun and pleasurable time,' she reminisced while nuzzling Harry's chest with her lips and nose. His hand moved down her back, and he cupped her ass possessively. Melisandre smiled and kissed his chest while her hand slowly began pumping his cock, intent to keep it hard until she recovered from her latest orgasm. The morning was still young, and there was plenty of time to play.
Chapter 72
"Are you sure this is wise, My Lord?" Kinvara asked nervously as Harry slung a heavy bag over his shoulder. Much to her amazement, he showed absolute courage in the face of what surely would be a dangerous journey.
"I assure you, my dear, we'll be fine. You can always change your mind and stay here. I won't think less of you if you do," Harry kindly told her. Beside them, a fully nude Melisandre bounced from side to side, pulling a tight pair of leather trousers over her wide hips. Harry smiled as he watched her large, round breasts bounce tantalizingly.
Kinvara swallowed the lump in her throat. There was a reason that even the Shadowbinders refused to visit Stygai. The City of the Night was steeped in darkness for most of the day, with light reaching the city around noon, and even then, it only remained for a short time. Foul creatures prowled the darkness, and it was said that living corpses inhabited the otherwise abandoned buildings. She had no idea why he wanted to go there, and even less of an idea why Melisandre asked to tag along. The Red Priestess was putting a lot of faith into their Lord. Kinvara was less sure, but there was no way she would be left behind. The Lord of Light wanted her by Harold's side, and she was ever faithful. However, that didn't mean she wasn't frightened.
"I will stay by your side," she stated, trying to sound as confident as possible. He smiled handsomely at her, and it made her stomach pleasantly flutter. Her new favorite pastime was subtly staring at his beautiful face. If possible, she would sit there and stare at it for hours at a time. At the moment, his face was etched with determination.
"I won't let anything happen to either of you. I promise," he said with a smile. For some strange reason, this made her feel a lot better. Melisandre looked up while buttoning her tight trousers and smiled beautifully at her Lord. Kinvara could see that there was no doubt in Melisandre's mind, which made her feel guilty about her own doubts. Kinvara steeled her nerves and sat down on the bed. She grabbed the leather trousers that he had provided her and stuffed her bare feet into the legs. Like Melisandre had done, she stood up and tugged the tight trousers up her shapely thighs. She struggled when they reached her wide hips and jutting ass.
Harry watched Kinvara struggle to get her leather trousers over her large ass and chuckled. He had made a set of clothes for each of the women. While the trousers were leather, he magically adapted them to make them softer and more comfortable, along with temperature regulation. He purposely made them extra tight because he was certain they would look bloody fantastic in them. As he eyed up Melisandre's curvy form, Harry was glad to see he was correct. The trousers fit her body like a glove, and he had to stop himself from throwing her onto the bed and taking her right then and there. He stepped up to Kinvara and jammed his thumbs between the waistband and the flesh of her hips. He tugged the trousers up and over her ass, making her naked tits jiggle against his chest. Kinvara blushed slightly and gently ran her hands down his forearms. "Thank you, My Lord," she said sweetly.
The girls then put on the socks and boots he had provided. When done, they both stood there, still topless. Their nipples were hard and poking out of their light pink areolas. Harry wrapped an arm around each of their waists and pulled them close. Their backs pressed against his front, and his hand immediately slid up their soft bellies and onto their large, perky breasts. Kinvara gasped, and Melisandre moaned as he freely groped their tits and toyed with their nipples. Melisandre ground her ass against his hip while Kinvara arched her back. He pinched the hard tips of their nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. Harry then kissed the side of each of their necks and then smacked them on the ass. "Put your shirts on," he told them. They quickly complied and pulled the black tank tops over their heads. They pulled them down, covering their breasts, but luckily for him, they still showed off a lot of cleavage. He could see their hard nipples tenting the thin fabric. All in all, they looked very sexy in his opinion.
The Dread Lord of Essos
Kinvara was surprised that when she left the warm comforts of the temple, she didn't immediately freeze her ass off. The Shadowlands were a cold, dark place, and she didn't think the small shirt she wore would sufficiently blanket her body from the chilly winds. She was glad to discover that she was wrong. She felt quite warm, even though a cold chill was blowing in from the sea.
"Do we have enough supplies to last us the journey?" she asked. The path to Stygai was a long and treacherous one. They would have to head northeast, following the River Ash through the Vale of Shadows. She wasn't looking forward to the journey.
"We aren't walking," he stated and whistled. Both women flinched as the piercing whistle cracked through the quiet city, echoing off the greasy black stone walls of the buildings. Before she could wonder why he had whistled so loudly, she heard a mighty roar high above. All three craned their necks upward, and Kinvara gasped when a monstrous winged figure broke through the low-hanging gray clouds and circled the city, roaring menacingly. Though it was the dead of night, the dozens of lit windows suddenly went dark. She was certain that the people of the city heard the beast's roar and thought the city might be under attack. If they were, she doubted that hiding in the shadows would keep them safe. The beast circled the city, flying lower with every pass. It then flew overhead and flapped its massively powerful wings. Dust and dirt formed a cloud around them, and the women were forced to shield their eyes. Slowly, it lowered and touched down in front of them.
This was the first time Kinvara had ever seen a dragon, and she wasn't ashamed to say she was terrified. It was bigger than she could possibly imagine and covered in sharp scales thicker than any armor. The beast was dark in color, though not quite black. One thing that surprised her was how much heat it radiated. From thirty feet away, she could feel the intense heat expelled from its nostrils as it breathed. It was so big that it barely fit in the courtyard outside the temple. If it moved even slightly, it would surely rip huge chunks out of the nearby buildings. Its throat was rumbling, though it wasn't quite a growl. Still, she could feel the vibrations in her bones. Her Lord began walking toward the beast, and Melisandre quickly followed him. Kinvara couldn't quite get her legs to move. She stayed there, locked in place by her sense of self-preservation. Everything inside of her was screaming to stay away. Only a lunatic would dare get that close to an unshackled dragon. Melisandre turned her head and waved her over, not looking too pleased at her hesitation. Kinvara sucked in a shaky breath and forced her legs to move. The closer she got, the more she expected the beast to swing its head and swallow her whole. She was very pleased to be proven wrong. Kinvara joined them right by the dragon's side.
Harry climbed up on Daemon's back and held out his hand. Melisandre climbed up and grabbed it, and Harry pulled her up and sat her directly in front of him. He did the same for Kinvara. It was obvious she was very nervous about being so close to Daemon. He certainly didn't blame her for that. Daemon was an imposing figure, to be sure. Her body trembled as she followed them up, and once she took his hand, Harry pulled her up and sat her in front of Melisandre. Harry used his powers to make sure they wouldn't fall off mid-flight. "Are you girls ready?" he called out.
"Yes!" Melisandre called back.
"No!" Kinvara squealed as she held on for dear life. Harry laughed merrily and reached over Melsiandre's shoulder. He gently rubbed Kinvara's back, easing her stress.
"Don't worry, Kinvara. I won't let you fall," he promised her. Harry rubbed her back until he felt her calm.
"Alright …" she finally said, though he could still hear the nervousness in her voice. Feeling it was the best he was going to get, Harry patted Daemon's side and mentally commanded him to rise. Daemon pushed himself up until he stood on all fours, and their heads were even with many of the three-story buildings' roofs. In front of him, he could see the muscles straining on Kinvara's forearms as she held onto Daemon's scales with a death grip. Harry chuckled and shook his head. She didn't understand how wonderful it was to fly, but she was about to learn. Harry gave the mental command, and Daemon reared and began flapping his wings. They immediately shot twenty feet higher, and the tip of his wing clipped the corner of a building and tore a chunk out, sending stone tumbling below. The wind whipped violently, sending their long hair flying in all directions. Kinvara squeaked in terror and hunched low, afraid she would fall off. Melisandre was nervous as well, but she tried not to show it.
Higher and higher they rose with every flap of his wings. Soon, they were much higher than the tallest tower in Asshai. At that height, the salty wind blowing in from the sea was very strong and cold, but Harry's magic and Daemon's body heat did a great job keeping them all warm. They started moving forward, and before long, they were on their way.
Kinvara shut her eyes as they lifted off, scared to fall. She felt the beast moving, and since she hadn't fallen off yet, she felt it was a good time to open them. Her heart jumped when she saw how high they were. Down below, the city's northern boundary slipped past them, and they were heading straight for the Ash. The river was easy to spot. It glowed green in the darkness, and she saw that glow winding and snaking into the far distance. The river had cut a deep valley between the jagged mountains, and they flew through it, avoiding the highest peaks. "How are you doing?" Kinvara heard Harry ask. She could clearly hear the amusement in his voice.
"It's frightening being so high up!" she loudly called out to him. The wind rushing past her ears made it hard to hear, but she definitely heard him laugh.
"You'll get used to it! Trust me, it's much better than walking!" he practically shouted. Though it was hard to see, she knew the ground below them was very uneven and treacherous. That didn't even factor in the near-constant falling rocks that tumbled down the mountainsides or the vicious animals lying in wait. She had heard rumors of giant cats in these mountains. Tales said they were twice as long as a man was tall, and their claws were sharp enough to pierce stone. As much as she would like to see one, Kinvara definitely didn't want to come face to face with such a beast. Still, she craned her head and looked over the side of the dragon, hoping to see one of these elusive cats prowling the mountainside.
"What's that?!" Melisandre called out and pointed into the distance. Kinvara followed her finger and squinted. It looked like a dark, shapeless blob silhouetted against the night sky. They kept an eye on the shape, and it appeared to grow in size as they got closer. In fact, the amorphous shape was rapidly growing by the second. It seemed like in the blink of an eye, it was upon them. The women squealed and ducked their heads right before Harry threw up a magical shield.
A barrier of silvery mist appeared in front of the dragon, and whatever the creature was, it slammed right into it. There was a blinding flash of light as the magical shield flared from the contact. However, Harry was wrong about one thing. It wasn't one big creature. The shield flared dozens of times, which was followed by dozens of high-pitched screeches. Harry turned and looked down over the side of Daemon, and he saw the large creatures tumbling down toward the mountain. He thrust his arm downward and summoned one of them. It flew right back up, and Harry grabbed hold of one of its twisted, broken wings. He whistled appreciatively when she saw what it was.
"What creature is this?" Melisandre asked, angling her body to get a better look at the dead creature. Kinvara did likewise.
"Some species of bat," Harry said, looking at its head. The eyes were black, round, and beady, with a snout similar to a fox's. The bat was extremely large. It was by far the largest he had ever seen. From the tip of the snout down to its stubby tail, it must have been four feet long. Though he couldn't see it, he guessed the wingspan must have been at least ten feet. Its fur was mostly black but peppered with silvery gray hairs throughout the body. Its teeth were long and vicious-looking, like dozens of slightly curved needles.
"I've lived in Asshai for hundreds of years, and I have never seen one of those. I didn't even know they existed," Kinvara told him, studying the large creature. Harry dropped his shield and tossed the dead bat over the side. Just as he did, Melisandre cried out.
"There's more of them!" she called out over the rushing wind. Sure enough, another dark shape was moving toward them. Instead of throwing up another shield, Daemon opened his deadly maw and belched a torrent of fire into the dark shape. Burning bats tumbled from the sky, yowling agonized screeches as they burned alive.
"We're off to a good start, huh?" Harry joked good-naturedly. Kinvara had her head on a swivel, constantly scanning the horizon for potential threats while Melisandre leaned back and rested her back against his chest.
"If you're going to terrify me, then you can at least hold me until I calm down," she called out, which made him chuckle. Harry wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her mostly bare shoulder. Melisandre squirmed against him to get comfortable.
Thankfully for them, they didn't run into any more strange creatures during their journey. Even at the high speed of a dragon, it still took them hours to follow the Ash upriver and reach their destination. Daemon pulled up and hovered in place. Harry ordered him to fly higher, and he beat his powerful wings and rose. Eventually, they got so high that the morning light was finally able to reach them. Melisandre and Kinvara basked in the light and prayed to their god as Harry studied the city below.
Stygai was known as the city of corpses to the locals, and no one dared venture there. It was said that ghosts haunted the abandoned city, and demons and other twisted creatures prowled the dark streets. Down below, the ancient city was built into the very point where two canyons joined. The single canyon then stretched out on both sides of the Ash and would continue downriver until it met Asshai. From so high up, Harry spotted something very strange. The two tributaries that fed the Ash met somewhere in the city, but that wasn't what was strange. Harry could clearly see that the water from the two tributaries didn't shimmer with the same pale green phosphorescence. The water only glowed green when it left the city. Something weird was going on down there.
The city itself was a sight to behold. A tall, fortified wall stretched from one side of the valley to the other, and an arched opening allowed the green glowing water to escape the city. The city itself consisted of towering spires that seemed to climb up the rocky junction between the conjoined tributary valleys. Everything was made from the same black, greasy stone found in Asshai, and the entire city was shrouded in shadows. Just beyond the city wall, a winding path was cut from the mountain and led up to the city. Harry couldn't see a single light anywhere in the city.
When the women were done with their prayers, Harry ordered Daemon to land beyond the wall and near the lowest part of the path. The closer they got to the ground, the fierce wind from Daemon's beating wings sent rocks tumbling in all directions. A large stone rolled across the ground and tipped into the green waters of the Ash. The putrid water began bubbling and churning, and Harry was certain something was down there. Still, he was unperturbed as the dragon touched down. Harry slipped from Daemon's back and held up his arms. Melisandre hopped down, and Harry easily caught her in his arms. He set her on the rocky, uneven ground and did the same for Kinvara. Harry then smacked Daemon's haunch and said, "Stay above the city. Keep the skies safe."
Daemon roared in agreement and started flapping his mighty wings. Harry protected the women with his magic to keep them safe from the flying, jagged rocks the wings were kicking up. As soon as Daemon was up in the air, Harry began scanning his surroundings.
"The air is foul here," Kinvara stated, wrinkling her nose cutely. Melisandre agreed.
"It stinks of death and decay," she added, staring at the bubbling surface of the Ash. Harry walked over to the river's shore and scraped his booted foot across the ground. Every inch was practically covered in bones. He knelt and grabbed one. Examining it closer, he saw that it was a deformed fish skull. One eye socket was almost fully closed, and the other socket was misshapen and elongated. He dropped the skull, which broke apart upon hitting the ground. That slight noise was all it took for the lake's surface to explode.
The foul, green water sprayed in all directions, making the women shriek and jump back. Something erupted from the water's depth, though he couldn't see what. It lunged forward, and with his cat-like reflexes, Harry jumped to the side. After not striking him, the thing continued forward at the speed of a crossbow bolt, aiming directly for the women. Harry's hands shot forward, and he gripped the creature. Its skin was warm and very slimy. It smelled wretched, and the stink was powerful enough to make his eyes sting and water. Not only that, but the palms of his hands began to burn. He blocked the pain from his mind and held onto the powerful creature. Its forward momentum was stopped, dropping short of the women who were smartly stepping back. That was when Harry got his first look at it.
It was definitely a snake of some sort, only larger than any he had ever seen. Even the pythons and anacondas of his original world couldn't compare to the size of this beast. Its skin was scaleless, milky pink, and appeared to be rotting in places. Half of its body was still underwater, and it thrashed violently, trying to break free of his grip. It screeched loudly, and when he looked toward the head, he saw both Melisandre and Kinvara holding out their hands. A dark, smoky mist shot from their palms and encased the creature's thrashing head. It continued to screech, but the piercing noise was somehow muffled by the darkness smothering it. Harry tugged the creature backward and away from the women. By then, the pain in his hands was agonizing, but he continued to block it from his mind. He tugged again, and the rocks underneath the gargantuan beast crunched as it was dragged across them. Once the beast was sufficiently distanced from the women, Harry let go, and quicker than they could blink, his flaming sword sliced through the air and cut the creature clean in two. Soupy brown blood sprayed from both severed ends while the back half slowly slid back into the river and out of sight. The front half flopped across the ground like a fish out of water, and the women were forced to move further away out of fear of being crushed by the long, two-foot-thick body.
With his sword in hand, Harry went up to the head, which was still shrouded by the black mist. He dropped his boot down, pinning the snake against the ground, and thrust his flaming blade into the mist and pierced the top of the skull. A pitiful wail echoed across the valley, and the flames of his sword dispelled the mist. When the mist vanished, all that was left was the partial body of the rotting snake with a sword through the top of its skull. Harry left the sword in its head, keeping it pinned to the ground. Harry hissed and looked at his palms. The women quickly joined him. They looked down at his upturned palms and gasped with revulsion.
"R'hllor help us!" Melisandre gasped at the sight of his ruined hands. The skin was almost completely melted off, and most of the muscle and even some bone were showing. Kinvara's face paled at the horrific sight.
"I think the slime on that thing was slightly acidic," Harry joked through a wince. Melisandre didn't look too pleased at his comical attitude toward his devastating injury. "Calm yourself, my dear," Harry told her. "I'll be fine," he assured them. His hands began radiating golden light, and soon, the women were forced to shield their eyes. When the light dimmed, much to their amazement, the skin on his palms had been completely healed. It was like he had never been injured. Melisandre grabbed his hands and gently caressed his healed skin. His skin was just as soft and smooth as before. She looked up at him in disbelief. Harry smiled handsomely at her and leaned in, kissing her forehead. Melisandre closed her eyes and appreciated the romantic action.
"How is that possible?" Kinvara asked, stepping up to him and testing his new skin as well. She held the bottom of his palm and gently ran her fingers over the top.
"I'm very good at what I do," was all he told her. He then grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Kinvara's arms instantly wrapped around his neck, and she leaned into the kiss, opening her mouth. Harry gave her shapely bottom a squeeze before breaking free of her grasp. He left her standing there, slightly out of breath, as he walked over to the dead snake and pulled the sword from its head. The head was the size of a serving tray, and he could feel how heavy it was when he pulled the sword out, causing the head to lift up before plopping back down. The stench was foul and overpowering, and the pool of watery, brown blood was washing over the ground and nearing his boot. Harry waved his hand and magically cleaned all three of them. He didn't want the stink remaining any longer than it had to.
"It appears Stygai holds danger at every turn," Kinvara stated as she looked at the dead beast. Harry flicked his hand, sending the grotesque corpse splashing back into the river.
"Indeed," Harry agreed. "So stay close and do as I say … Understand?"
Both of them quickly nodded and joined his side. Practically pressed against his side, the two women followed their Lord onto the winding, rocky path that led up the mountain and into the heart of darkness.