"...and now, as this long summer draws to its close, know that a great darkness stirs in the frozen north, seeking to loose its icy breath upon the world," Melisandre said.
"All is not lost, however, my prince," Kinvara continued, "for the Lord of Light has granted the world a mighty champion who will lead the people against this darkness that shall flee from him. He will wield the red sword of heroes, Lightbringer, and end this ancient evil once and for all."
"Our champion is you, Prince Daemon," Melisandre said, her crimson eyes alight with fervor as she stared at him. He was the one from her visions; she just knew it.
The red priestesses of R'hilor were used to getting a variety of reactions from people when they spoke on behalf of their god, ranging from devotion to scorn and everything in between. What they were not used to, however, was laughter.
"I'm your great champion, am I?" Daemon chuckled, looking deeply amused. "Listen priestesses, there is a very long line of petitioners behind you that I need to see to today and I don't have time for prophecies and the like."
"My prince, you are the one I have seen in the flames, I assure you," Kinvara said. "The prince that was promised, Azor Ahai reborn. You were born amidst salt and smoke, during a time of great trouble for these lands. You will…"
"I won't be told what I will do," Daemon said, his purple eyes hardening.
"You want me to throw these witches out, my prince?" one of the petitioners behind them asked, and Melisandre was momentarily overtaken by a desire to set the man alight.
"No, that won't be necessary," Daemon replied, sounding amused again. "You two are free to go about your business in the village, though I would caution you against proselytizing. The locals often take poorly to preachers from other faiths."
Melisandre went to argue when Kinvara took her hand and said, "As you wish, my prince."
Swallowing thickly, the redhead followed her brunette counterpart outside of the newly rebuilt castle of Summerhall, unable to stop herself from making the braziers near the entrance flare almost dangerously as they passed.
"Recollect yourself," Kinvara hissed, and Melisandre took a deep breath to calm herself.
"My apologies," Melisandre said sheepishly. "It is just frustrating to travel all the way from Asshai, spending over a year going from port to port on my way to this land of heathens, only to be dismissed completely."
"We will succeed yet," Kinvara reassured her. "It is His divine will, and so it shall be."
Melisandre took heart in her fellow priestess' words. As the right hand of High Priest Benerro, Kinvara's presence here was an honor and not something that she had expected when she brought her visions to the high priest in the Temple of the Lord of Light. After consulting the nightfires for three straight nights, he decided that the two priestesses would go together to meet their lord's champion.
This was the most important assignment she had ever been given, and in truth, Melisandre was nervous. It was not that she doubted her lord or even her visions, but she doubted herself. Her god's divine knowledge and wisdom were absolute, but she was a mere mortal, and it was possible for her to misinterpret his will.
"His mirth didn't reach his eyes," Kinvara said suddenly, breaking Melisandre out of her reverie.
"What?" she asked.
"Prince Daemon sounded and appeared amused by us, but that amusement didn't reach his eyes," Kinvara replied. "They remained tense and even wary. As dismissive as he seemed, I don't think that he was quite as certain as he sounded that we were speaking nonsense."
"Curious," Melisandre murmured. "Perhaps he's just wary of the idea of being our lord's chosen one. It will be a great burden, and there will be many trials to come, but if he can find faith, he will succeed."
"We're going to need to consult the flames and see if the Lord of Light is willing to give us any further clues about our task now that we've arrived at Summerhall," Kinvara said, and Melisandre paused as they just happened to reach the local sept.
Staring at the wooden idols meant to represent the seven false gods outside the building, she remarked, "If we need kindling, I have a few ideas."
Kinvara laughed softly and grabbed Melisandre's hand, saying as she led her away, "Not yet."
"Gods be good," Daemon groaned as he sat down in his solar.
"Long day, or just really annoying petitioners?" Maester Sam asked.
Daemon looked up at his old friend and grimaced, saying, "Both."
"Ah," Maester Sam said, pouring a cup of wine from the jug in the room and handing it to him.
"Thank you," Daemon said, taking a sip. "Help yourself.
His friend smiled and nodded, pouring a second cup, and when Daemon pointed at the chair across from him, he sat down.
"I hear that we were visited by a pair of red priestesses today," Maester Sam remarked. "Were they the annoying part?"
"One of them," Daemon muttered. "They spoke of prophecy and how I'm apparently some great champion of their god meant to lead mankind against a great evil."
"The prince that was promised," Maester Sam breathed, and Daemon glared at him.
"If I never hear those words again, it will be too soon," he hissed. "As if my father hasn't caused enough trouble over them, now we have a pair of foreign priestesses on about the prophecy."
"He's still working to get your brother married to both Princess Rhaenys and Princess Daenerys?" Maester Sam asked.
"I almost wish that he could hear the red priestesses' claim that I'm the mighty champion instead of Egg, if only to see the look on his face, but I fear what drastic changes he'd make to his plans if he did," Daemon muttered.
His father was a good king, all things considered, and certainly an improvement over his predecessor, but his greatest flaw was his obsession with prophecy. Daemon had always thought that it was idiotic, thinking that when it came to prophecies, there was little point in worrying over them at all, for they'd either happen, if they were real, or not happen, if they were horseshit as he suspected they all were. His father could not be swayed, though, and remained convinced that a great darkness would envelope the land if he didn't prepare his son, the great prince that was promised.
"What did you do with them?" Maester Sam asked.
"I told them to go about their business and keep the preaching to a minimum," Daemon replied. "I fear that if I reject them too soundly, they'll go to my father, which is the last thing that I, or indeed the realm at large, want to happen. I don't want to try anything violent either because I don't know what magics they could wield, so for now, I have to hope that if I just wait them out, they'll get bored and fuck off back to Essos."
"Daemon, they're red priests, the equivalent of our septons," Maester Sam said. "Do you really think that Septon Gramyon would just give up out of boredom if he believed that the gods wanted something from him?"
"Fuck," Daemon muttered. Admittedly, he hadn't thought that it was a good plan, but he just hadn't thought of anything better in the moment.
"I'm sure you'll think of a way to get them to leave peacefully," Maester Sam said. "We both know how persuasive you can be."
His old friend smiled at that comment, and Daemon grinned in return, recalling how he'd convinced the man's father, Lord Randyll Tarly, to let him study at the citadel instead of sending him up to the Wall instead. That had been relatively easy, however, as he had managed to rangle his brother into joining him when he met with the lord in question and made his suggestion. Lord Randyll was a proud man, but not one stupid enough to anger the future king and hand over something as trivial as sending his son to Oldtown, especially when making Sam a maester ensured that he wouldn't inherit Horn Hill anyway.
This was unlikely to be as simple, as he doubted that he could offer the priestesses anything that they would accept other than him taking them at the word and likely inviting them into his newly formed household to guide him along his path. Even if he wasn't concerned about their magic, he'd still be reluctant to try and kill them just for fear that they'd take some of his men with them, and then the incident would reach his father's ears anyway. He'd have to think of something, but for now, the most prudent thing would be to wait and see what they did next. With any luck, they would decide that they had misheard their god and return to where they came from.
"The vision is unchanged," Melisandre sighed as she closed her eyes and willed them to settle after staring into the fireplace of their room at the inn they'd made their way to earlier that day. "A white wolf with black draconic wings stands against the Great Other; a man clad in black armor with dark hair and purple eyes leads a great army of the light against the darkness; and that same man, with two maidens, one with light hair and the other with dark hair, frees dragons from stone as the stars bleed."
"Hmm," Kinvara murmured, sitting down on their less-than-comfortable bed and tapping her fingers against the wooden frame of it. "The dragon-wolf is undoubtedly Prince Daemon Targaryen, who resembles the man in your other visions, and the maidens are likely the princesses Rhaenys and Daenerys. It all fits. There were no changes at all? Even the most minute differences could be our lord's way of telling you how to convince the prince."
"No," Melisandre grumbled. "The visions are, as before, a triptych telling me the story of one man, albeit, presumably in reverse order. The figures in them are the same, right down to the clothing they're weari…"
"What is it?" Kinvara asked.
"Every time I've seen the visions, the dark-haired maiden has worn red while the white-haired maiden has worn black," Melisandre replied.
"The colors of House Targaryen, further suggesting that they are the princesses," Kinvara surmised. "Did they switch?"
"No, but the colors were all that I ever took notice of," Melisandre replied. "They could have been wearing gowns, robes, or cloth sacks for all I knew, but this time I saw that they were wearing dresses in the Qartheen style. Could the Lord of Light wish for us to go there?"
"I don't think so," Kinvara replied, shaking her head. "Qarth might play a role in what will come, but I could not see our Lord waste such time while this long summer draws to its close like that. Sending us so far west only to send us east could be detrimental if winter comes while we're sailing too and fro."
"What could be the significance, then?" Melisandre asked. "Is it the princesses? Perhaps our words would reach the king more easily than they did his son."
"That's also possible, but I can't help thinking that there might be some significance to the Lord of Light showing you an image of two women with bare breasts on either side of his champion right after we reached his castle," Kinvara replied.
"Ah," Melisandre said as she realized what her fellow priestess meant. It wouldn't be the first time that she'd performed such acts for the will of her god's divine will.
"Like Azor Ahai before him, Prince Daemon is a man, after all," Kinvara said, grinning.
"Your observation about his discomfort with us might help us reach his chambers," Melisandre said as she looked out the small window in their room. "Isn't that one of those learned men? The Westerosi captain of that dreadful ship we took from Lys said that they wore simple robes like that."
"Either that or one of their heathen priests," Kinvara murmured, "and I wouldn't expect one of them to be quite so well fed."
"They preach on behalf of false gods," Melisandre spat. "Expecting any grace from them would likely be a mistake. Still, we can go find out."
The two of them left their room and caught up with the man she'd spotted relatively quickly, noticing that he was looking through the wares of a local herbalist.
"Pardon me," Kinvara said as they approached, her eyes focusing on the man's chain. "You're one of the so-called masters in these parts, yes?"
"Maester," the man corrected her. "I am Maester Samwell, and you two must be the red priestesses I've heard about."
"We are," Melisandre replied. "Is it true that one of you is assigned to every keep in Westeros?"
"At least," Maester Samwell replied. "Why...um...why exactly are you here?"
Kinvara smiled warmly at his stutter and said as gently as she could, "We believe that your prince is destined for great things and wish to assist him however we can. I got the impression that he was somewhat reluctant to discuss such things publicly during our brief conversation."
"What Prince Daemon does or doesn't want is his business," Maester Samwell replied, starting to sweat, likely not from the summer heat.
"The Lord of Light has given us a task which we must perform," Melisandre said. "We could speak with your King Rhaegar instead if we must, but I believe that it is Prince Daemon whom we must aid, and both Kinvara and I believe that he might prefer to meet more privately."
The maester's eyes widened as she mentioned the king, something that neither of them failed to notice, and they grinned as they realized that they'd likely just secured the meeting that they wanted.
Daemon growled to himself as he waited in his chambers for his unwanted guests to be brought to him. Wondering again if he shouldn't just have them disposed of, his hand was stayed again by his fear that he could lose men to their magics only for word of their visit and the reason for it to reach his father anyway. He needed to find a way to keep them quiet and hoped that he might be able to convince them that not only was he not this fabled champion, but that said man hadn't been born yet. He had no idea how he might do that, but he figured it would be the ideal way to rid himself of them.
"The red priestesses, my prince," Ser Barristan said as he led them in.
As annoyed as he was by them, he had to admit that they were beautiful women. The one who had introduced herself as Kinvara was tall and shapely, with light brown hair and violet eyes. Her slightly round face was very pretty, with prominent cheekbones, a straight nose, and full lips. The redhead, whose name he couldn't recall, was even more striking, mostly because of her eyes, which were a deep red of all colors, not that her face or body were any less pleasing than her companion's.
"My prince," the redhead said as Kinvara just smiled at him.
"Not technically," Daemon replied petulantly. "What is your name again? The other petitioners were being loud when you introduced yourself before."
"Melisandre," she replied, "and this is Kinvara."
"Alright," Daemon said, getting up. "Would you two like any wine?"
"Yes, please," Kinvara replied as Melisandre nodded.
He poured three cups of wine and set them on the table as he sat down and gestured for them to do the same.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet us," Kinvara said as she sat down. "I got the sense that the public nature of our petition bothered you before."
"Well, prophecies, and that one in particular, have done little good for my family in recent generations," Daemon replied. "What exactly makes you think that I am this prince?"
"I have seen your face in the flames," Melisandre replied. "A great prince with dark hair and purple eyes, represented by a wolf with dragon wings. The Lord of Light has given me these visions for a reason, because you are the prince that was promised, the one who will lead the charge against the coming darkness."
"Forgive me if I don't take your word for visions that you alone have claimed to see," Daemon snapped.
"You could see them too," Kinvara replied. "As our lord's champion, with instruction, you could be taught to see in the flames as we do. Melisandre here is particularly gifted in this regard."
"I came all the way from Asshai to meet with you and to aid you in the conflict to come," Melisandre said. "You're going to need our guidance, Prince Daemon, for the night is dark and full of terrors."
"And who better to light my way than red priestesses?" Daemon asked sarcastically.
"One of our many talents, prince," Kinvara said, focusing her will on the fireplace next to them.
Daemon's eyes widened as the flames grew larger for a moment, only to return as they were once the brunette relaxed.
"So you can cast magic," Daemon breathed, standing up.
"Our Lord has given us many gifts," Melisandre said, her long, thin fingers ghosting over the large square ruby she wore on the choker around her neck.
"And our talents could be yours, if you accept our help," Kinvara added.
Looking at her slender throat, he saw that she also wore a similar ornate choker with a large ruby in the center. It wasn't identical to Melisandre's being slightly less bulky, but the precious gem in the center of it was, and like the redhead's ruby, it seemed to pulse light at different intervals depending on the time.
"Is it possible that you've misinterpreted your visions?" he asked. "I mean, you're trying to understand the will of a god; it would be only natural to get some of it wrong. Perhaps I am the dragon-wolf figure in your vision, or perhaps it represents a future child of mine or even a later descendant. You said that the coming darkness will follow a long summer, but this isn't the longest summer of this past century, and it already seems to be coming to an end."
"It is possible," Melisandre admitted. "As you say, interpreting the visions given by the Lord of Light can be extremely difficult, as his divine mind is not easily comprehended by mortals, but in this case, I think that I'm right and I'm not the only one. High Priest Benerro himself concluded much the same after communing with our lord."
"So it's not just you two," Daemon said, a sinking feeling taking him as he realized that it was possible that the entire bloody priesthood knew.
"No," Melisandre replied. "As I said, I was in Asshai when I first had the vision and made my way to Volantis as quickly as I could."
"Which wasn't fast, I imagine," Daemon commented, struggling to recall where in the seven hells Asshai even was.
"It was not," Melisandre replied, shuddering slightly, "but it was my lord's will that I make my way here, and there is no hardship too great to endure for Him."
Kinvara nodded in agreement, and Daemon downed the rest of his cup as he considered their words. It was clear that killing these two would be highly difficult and ultimately pointless for one reason or another. If this High Priest Benerro knew about Melisandre's apparent vision and believed it, then there was a good chance that he'd be inundated with these fiery cunts before long, and if one of them managed to catch his father's ear, playing upon the man's greatest weakness, that could end poorly for everyone. Stroking his beard, he tried to think of how best to keep this contained when Kinvara stood up, and Melisandre quickly followed, moving to stand next to the brunette.
"I know that you haven't accepted the truth yet, my prince," Kinvara said, "but know that Melisandre and I can be useful to you in general."
"We have both seen much and could be helpful advisors as you deal with your new castle and responsibilities," Melisandre added, "but we could also help you in...other ways."
Before he could ask what they meant, the two of them reached up to the shoulders of the simple dark-red dresses they were wearing and pulled them aside, letting the garments fall to the ground. Daemon's eyes widened as they were left completely naked and they quickly raced across their voluptuous bodies.
The two of them were similarly tall, with Melisandre being about an inch taller than Kinvara, and their figures were quite similar as well. They both had large, full breasts that sat high on their chests. Melisandre's nipples were a dark pink, while Kinvara's were so pale that they almost disappeared next to her porcelain skin. Their waists were narrow, their hips wide, and their legs very long.
"I see at least part of you likes this idea," Kinvara giggled, staring down at the prominent bulge in his breeches.
"I…" Daemon trailed off as he realized that this could work.
Even ignoring the obvious reasons why he might want to fuck them, he was an unwed man, and few in the castle would question him for keeping a pair of whores about as paramours. Some would think it wrong, but not wrong enough for word to spread that far, and since very few had seen them earlier, he might be able to pass them off as random women. This would give him more time to try to convince them that he wasn't the prince they were looking for and that it would be one of his descendants who would save the world from whatever they thought was going to threaten it.
He also just wanted to fuck them.
"I think that our prince could use some more convincing," Melisandre said, her voice sultry and tempting.
She and Kinvara walked up to him slowly, the both of them exaggerating the roll of their hips with each step, and they sank down to their knees as they reached him. As they each placed a hand on his thighs, his breath hitched.
"Don't burn them off," he warned them, and they both laughed.
"We would never do anything to harm you, my prince," Kinvara cooed.
"You are our lord's chosen champion, after all," Melisandre added, undoing his belt and tossing it aside.
Daemon stood up just long enough for them to pull his breeches down and groaned in relief as his cock, which had begun to press against them painfully, sprung free of its cloth prison. Kinvara's breath hitched while Melisandre just stared at him with wide red eyes as she stared at his long, thick cock.
"Oh, wow," Kinvara breathed, wrapping her hand around his shaft. "I would say that this is befitting a prophesied champion."
"I don't recall reading those passages," Melisandre grinned, "but I must concur."
"Is this my lightbringer, then?" Daemon chuckled.
"Impressive, but no," Kinvara replied, sounding as unamused as Melisandre looked.
She lowered her face towards his cock and kissed the bulbous head, making him gasp. He gripped the armrests of his chair as she peppered his shaft with hot kisses and groaned as he saw her move aside to make room for Melisandre, who quickly joined in. Their eyes fixed on his as they teased him slowly, kissing up and down along either side of his cock, moving in unison so well that he wondered if they had done this before or if they could somehow communicate silently. Either way, it was deeply erotic and something that he'd not experienced before.
He had had his share of lovers and whores through the years and had had many pairs of lips wrap around his cock, but he had never bothered getting two women to work his shaft with their lips and tongues together before and realized that he should have. When Kinvara finally decided that she'd teased him enough and took the head of his cock between her plump lips, he groaned. Melisandre moved lower a second later and sucked one of his large balls inside her mouth.
"Oh fuck!" Daemon moaned as Kinvara started bobbing her head up and down along his cock, sucking it as well as any whore ever had. If septas were like this, he might actually go to the sept now and then.
"You're a prince, the lord of a sizable castle, young and handsome; how are you still unmarried?" Melisandre asked.
"My father's focused on Aegon, and I have...oh fuck, that's good...yet to meet anyone that I want to take to wife," Daemon replied. He was also content, as he was for the time being.
Kinvara bobbed her head faster, taking more and more of him as she went, and Daemon snaked his fingers into her wavy brown hair. She was incredibly good at this, and he swore that her mouth actually felt hotter than that of a normal woman. No sooner had he thought this than she grew even warmer, and he cried out in pleasure.
"Ca...can you affect your temperature?" he groaned.
"As we said, my prince," Melisandre purred, "our lord has given us many gifts."
She leaned in then, and he noticed how beautiful her heart-shaped face really was. She leaned in and kissed him, and he returned the kiss hungrily. Their tongues dueled for dominance in their mouths as Kinvara swallowed his cock down into her impossibly warm, tight throat, taking him to the root.
"Ugh, gods!" Daemon groaned. "Stand up."
Kinvara let his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop and smiled impishly up at him as she rose to her feet. He stood up quickly as well and noticed for the first time just how tall these two women actually were. He was not short by any means, standing taller than his own father, and Melisandre and Kinvara were only a few inches shorter than him.
"That was incredible," Daemon said.
"You didn't finish," Kinvara pouted.
"I can think of better places to finish," Daemon rumbled, pulling her in and kissing her deeply as she wrapped her arms around him.
Taking Melisandre's hand, he walked Kinvara towards his bed and pulled the redhead along as well. He might be doing it partially to try and contain the priestesses within his old holdings and slowly convince them that they were wrong, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to enjoy himself thoroughly.
He pushed her down gently onto the bed, not breaking the kiss for a moment, and climbed on top of her. She spread her legs wide, and he took the opportunity to grind his turgid length along her heated cunt.
"I don't think you're wet enough just yet," Daemon murmured against her ear, nibbling on the lobe for a moment and making her cry out in pleasure.
"Perhaps not for your cock," Kinvara said, reaching down and grasping his shaft, "but you're still slick with my spit and should fit well enough."
Turning to Melisandre, Daemon said, "I have a better idea. Get her ready for me."
Melisandre's crimson eyes widened for a moment before she grinned and climbed into bed.
"Happily, my prince," the redhead purred, burying her face between Kinvara's thighs and spreading her brown curls to reveal her fleshy nether lips.
"Ahh!" the brunette cried as Melisandre started lapping at her folds.
"Don't cum," Daemon whispered in her ear, making her shiver. "If you feel yourself getting close, tell me, and I'll bury every inch of my cock inside you."
"Y...yes," Kinvara gasped, and Daemon grinned.
Kissing a trail down the slender column of her neck, he nipped at her pulse point as he reached it, making her cry out and continued further. Her breasts were extraordinary, large, heavy, and soft, yet wonderfully firm. He had no idea if magic played a role in making them so and wouldn't be surprised if it did, but he wasn't about to complain. Cupping the gorgeous mounds, he kneaded them with his large hands and brought his lips to one of her hard, pale nipples.
"Oh, fuck!" Kinvara cried, her whole body squirming as Daemon and Melisandre pleasured her. "Oh, please don't stop."
"Just remember to tell us when you're getting close," Daemon murmured, grinning up at her. "I want you to cum on my cock."
"I will," Kinvara gasped, snaking her fingers through his long, dark hair. "I promise."
Daemon grinned and switched her other breast, swirling his tongue around her nipple and sucking the hardened nub into his mouth. He had yet to give her arse an extended look, but he knew that he was going to want to take her on her back, at least to start with, just so he could watch her tits jiggle with his every thrust.
Kinvara's gasping moans grew louder and more frantic as Melisandre continued to devour her sopping sex, and she reached up behind her to grab at the headboard. Daemon moved back and admired her body, noting that her skin was utterly flawless, something that she had in common with the other priestess, and he figured that magic had to be at play with her. If so, it was magic that he wished every woman in the world had access to.
"Stop!" Kinvara cried a moment later, the single word sounding as reluctant and mournful as any he'd ever heard. "By the Lord, I swear just one more swipe of your tongue on my clit would have made me cum."
Daemon grinned as he looked down at her, believing her completely about that. She was shivering and shaking, her entire body covered in a sheen of sweat that only enhanced her considerable beauty. Moving over to Melisandre, he wrapped a hand around her head and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, groaning at the taste of cunt on her lips and tongue. Kinvara looked at them and whimpered, too aroused for words. Daemon looked over at her and smirked.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered.
"Fuck me, my prince," Kinvara begged, spreading her legs even wider. "Please, I need you."
"How could I deny such a request?" Daemon chuckled, settling in between her parted thighs.
Taking his cock in hand, he placed it down on her flat stomach, enjoying the way her eyes widened as she realized just how deep he was going to reach inside her. He used the bulbous head of his cock to brush her slick folds, making her gasp and whimper, shaking with need.
"P...please," Kinvara mewled pitifully.
Daemon decided to show her mercy and lined himself up with her dripping hole before thrusting forward, burying himself to the hilt in one long, slow thrust.
"Yes!" Kinvara cried, clawing at the bedding on either side of her as she felt him stretch her to her absolute limit.
"Gods, you're tight," Daemon groaned as he felt her hot, slick inner walls cling to him as they yielded to his invading cock.
"You're as big...oh...as a horse!" Kinvara moaned.
"How does he feel?" Melisandre asked, staring down at her fellow priestess with lust-darkened eyes.
"So good," Kinvara replied, breathing heavily already. "I don't know how long I'm going to...gah fuck!"
Daemon grinned as he felt the head of his cock brush against what felt like a little pocket deep inside her sweltering cunt. He had never found that spot inside a woman so easily before and wondered again if she truly was magically enhanced. The sheer heat of her body couldn't be natural either.
"Right there!" Kinvara cried, throwing her head back into the pillows as her back arched upward. "Don't stop, please don't...YES!"
Her already tight tunnel started spasming around his cock, and Daemon groaned at how good it felt. Pressing her down into the bed to hold her steady as she began to writhe and thrash under him, he worked up to a steady pace, fucking her through her climax. Kinvara's screams echoed through his room as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her entire body, and lights went off behind her eyes. Next to them, Melisandre whimpered, and Daemon looked over to see her rubbing her thighs together.
"You'll get your turn soon," he chuckled as Kinvara went limp under him, panting hard.
"Incredible," she gasped, her eyes glassy as she stared up at nothing.
"Took the word right out of my mouth," Daemon said.
"We'll be yours nightly, my prince," Melisandre purred in his ear. "A fitting thing for our lord's chosen prince."
Changing positions, Daemon raised himself and stared down at Kinvara, whose purple eyes focused on him as she recovered from her orgasm.
"She's right," the brunette smiled. "We'll happily warm your bed if that's what you'd have of us."
Daemon smirked and looked over at Melisandre, whose arousal he could see dripping down her thigh in the soft orange light of the fire.
"Such a needy thing you are," he murmured.
"I burn for you, my prince," Melisandre replied, gasping as he brushed his fingers through her red curls.
"I can feel that," Daemon said. "Sit on Kinvara's face as I fuck her."
"Ye...yes, my prince," Melisandre stammered, looking over at Kinvara, who did not object.
He had figured that the brunette was the ranked superior of the two and grinned as he watched Melisandre move into position and start straddling the other woman's face. Lowering her dripping cunt down onto Kinvara's mouth, a breathy sigh escaped her full lips almost immediately as the other priestess began lapping at her slick folds.
Daemon picked up his pace, fucking Kinvara harder and faster as he watched Melisandre start grinding her heated cunt on the woman's mouth. As he fucked her harder, her breasts began to jiggle and roll across her chest, drawing his eye. The sight was every bit as hypnotizing as he'd imagined, and as he moved her legs up onto his shoulders and picked up his pace again, his eyes never left them until Melisandre started moaning loudly in pleasure.
"Oh fuck, right there, right there!" the redhead cried, reaching out to him for support. As he held her steady, her mouth hung open, and her eyes started rolling back as she drew ever closer to her peak. "YES!"
She fell forward as she came hard, and Daemon caught her, not pausing his thrusts for even a second as he continued fucking Kinvara. The brunette's moans and cries were muffled by Melisandre's cunt and drowned out by her screams, and yet Daemon was sure that he heard her. When the redhead slumped against him, gasping for breath, he reached down and pulled her forward, freeing Kinvara, who stared up at him with wide, adoring eyes.
"I love your cock, my prince," she moaned, sounding like she was already soaring towards another mind-melting peak. "Please don't stop. Please don't ever stop."
Daemon laughed at that, though in that moment, the idea of spending the rest of his time in this world fucking these two sounded bloody marvelous. Reaching down, he brushed her throbbing clit with his thumb and grinned as she gasped in response. He felt her tight cunt start to flutter around his pistoning cock again and changed his angle slightly so that he could hit that deep spot that had made her cum so hard before.
"Gah, yes!" Kinvara screamed. "Right there, right there, FUCK!"
"Mmm, please fuck me, my prince," Melisandre whispered as she caught her breath, still leaning against him as he fucked a convulsing Kinvara underneath them.
"Ride me," Daemon ordered, pulling his long, thick cock out of Kinvara's gaping quim and lying down next to her.
"So...good!" the brunette panted, sounding mindless and exhausted.
"You're so strong, so fierce, and so clearly gifted," Melisandre purred as she ran her hands over his muscles and down towards his aching, hard cock. "How could you ever doubt that you were special?"
Daemon snorted at that, doubting that having a warrior's body and a large cock were normally considered signs of divine favor, but decided to say nothing, just looking into her red eyes, which were nearly black with lust, and waiting for her to move. She lifted his cock, still hot and slick with Kinvara's fluids, and lined it up with her wet cunt. After taking a moment to ensure that it was nestled in the right spot, she pushed down, gasping as she felt him pop inside her.
"Ahh!" Melisandre cried, going still. "Oh wow, that feels even bigger than it looks."
"Fuck me, you're hot," Daemon said through gritted teeth.
"Our god is a being of flame and shadow, of light and life," Melisandre grinned as she continued lowering herself down onto his cock. "His power flows through his chosen followers."
"Life? Is he a fertility god?" Daemon asked.
"He stands in opposition to the Great Other, a being of ice and death, so in a way, you could say that," Melisandre replied. "If you're asking whether that makes Kinvara and I more fertile than most, let's just say that you're unlikely to put babes in either of us this night."
Daemon furrowed his brow at the odd reply but said nothing as Melisandre bottomed out on his cock and immediately started riding him. She felt every bit as exquisite as her fellow priestess had, and he started to feel his control slip a bit. Knowing that he was going to cum soon, he brought one hand up to cup one of her large, firm breasts and started stroking her clit.
"Oh fuck," Melisandre whimpered as he pinched one of her nipples gently.
"I certainly hope you decide to keep us around," Kinvara sighed as she came to and sat up.
"I think we've...oh fuck...convinced him," Melisandre moaned as she started riding him harder and faster.
"Definitely," Daemon grunted, desperately trying to hold on long enough to make her cum. "I'm close."
"Just a little more, please," Melisandre begged.
"Hmm, I can help with that," Kinvara purred, crawling on shaky legs around Melisandre and embracing her from behind.
Grasping her free breast, she kneaded the pale, supple mound and peppered the redhead's neck with kisses. Melisandre cried out in pleasure, and her movements grew erratic as she raced towards her own peak.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh GAH!" she screamed as she came, and Daemon immediately let go with a roar, filling her impossibly hot cunt to the brim with seed.
Kinvara let her go, and Melisandre fell forward into his arms as she continued to writhe in pleasure. She landed on his chest, and Daemon, panting for breath as she slowly came down from his own high, wrapped an arm around her instinctively. Staring at the ceiling and feeling supremely relaxed, he considered his original plan for the two of them.
He still wanted to keep them from going to his father, potentially enticing the man to consider a new angle on the prophecy that had haunted him since his youth. While it was possible that Rhaegar would dismiss them outright, it was also possible that they would get through to him, and he didn't want to know what his father would do if he came to believe that he, rather than Aegon, was the fabled prince that was promised.
Keeping them warming his bed while he slowly worked to convince them that they were wrong had been his plan before he'd actually bedded them, and he still thought it would work, but he'd also really enjoyed them. As he wondered how he might be able to draw things out a bit while still ensuring that they didn't meet with his father, his cock softened and slipped out of Melisandre's leaking slit. As the redhead shuffled down to rest her head on his chest, Kinvara slipped in next to her, and he wrapped an arm around her as well.
"You seem lost in thought, my prince," the brunette murmured.
"I'd have hoped that we'd tired you out too much for that," Melisandre pouted, looking up at him.
"Just considering a few things," Daemon replied, rubbing their backs gently.
"What we discussed before?" Kinvara asked.
Daemon paused for a moment before replying, saying, "I'm still not entirely sure that I am this prince that was promised, but I'd be willing to hear more over the coming moons. Your presence here could cause trouble for me, however, so I will need you to remain inconspicuous and avoid preaching to the locals about your god."
"We can do that," Kinvara said quickly, as though she didn't want to give Melisandre a chance to reply first.
"You'll see the truth in time, my prince," Melisandre said, her red eyes staring up at him. "I know it."
Daemon gave that comment no reaction, just closing his eyes and enjoying the comforting warmth of their bodies in peace. There were a few ways in which this could go wrong; he was aware of that, but if he was careful, it didn't have to. No matter the outcome, however, he knew that there were going to be some rather incredible perks to this arrangement for the foreseeable future.