Melisandre entered the weirwoods as quiet as a ghost. Oblivious of her presence, Jon hung his head low in respect to the old Gods. He felt that an impossible task had been asked of him. Preparing the Night's Watch for the coming night was dubious at best. Even before the attack by Mance Rayder's wildling army, their numbers were few. However now their situation was just laughable.

Jon pressed his fingers, massaging his temples. Making me Lord Commander will be the end of us all. He thought to himself. Lord Mormont had no answer for the depletion of men. What chance do I have?

'What's the matter, Lord Commander?'

Jon flinched from the unknown voice. Only to find himself staring at the Red Priestess. 'How'd you sneak in here?'

'Sneak, Lord Snow?' Melisandre smirked. She usually smirked whenever Jon said anything to her. As if she saw right through his words and intentions. 'One does not need to sneak to be granted an audience with Jon Snow. Not even a single guard around.'

Jon granted her that. 'I guess I never thought I needed to protect myself from my own Brothers.'

'Perhaps you should reconsider. By now, I suspect half of them would like nothing more than to burn your dead corpse.'

'The wouldn't…..'

'Why not? More than half of them didn't even vote for you, the murder of Lord Mormont has proved otherwise, and you just sent an envoy to Hardhome for the sole purpose of inviting hundreds of Wildling's south of the Wall.' Jon stared at the ground, unable to refute any of it. 'You have no idea what you are doing, do you?'

'My Lady, I have been elected Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. Whether I know how to lead or not, I must do what is expected of me.'

'Was that supposed to be encouraging?' She asked dryly. Jon only stared in irritation. 'Let me give you some advice.'

Melisandre strided closer, causing evident discomfort for Jon. The feminine grace she evoked was challenging enough for a man of the Night's Watch. But the way her provocative red dress displayed her wide hips and shapely breasts was truly overwhelming. Even now Jon could see the priestess' smooth, pale thigh between the slit in her dress. God's, is she not cold?

'If you want to make a good leader, you are gonna need to do things that boys are never ready for.'

Jon sighed, desperate to change the subject. 'Why did you not leave with Stannis? Surely he has a need for you?'

'Azor Ahai, is destined to succeed. I've seen it in the flames.' Jon wished he shared her confidence. 'And I believe I can be more useful here. You obviously could benefit greatly from my counseling.' Melisandre took notice of his annoyance. 'My apologies, I did not mean to offend.' Didn't you? Jon thought. 'The fact that I've taken an interest in you proves that you are destined for great things.'

'Let me guess, you've seen it in the flames.'

She smiled 'I don't need to see the future to notice your potential, Lord Snow.' Melisandre came even closer, her face inches from his. Jon then flinched feeling her hand caressing the front of his trousers.

'I….what do you think you're doing?'

'What would you have of me, Lord Snow? Send me away? Along with all who praise the Lord of Light.' Her hand cupped his scrotum through his trousers. 'What are you afraid of? He shows the truth to anyone who's willing to look.' Jon's thoughts began to fade as pleasure took hold of his mind. 'Your prayers fall on deaf ears. The old gods care not for you. It is, R'hllor who will protect you.'

Jon took hold of her forearm, before pulling away. 'Control yourself, my Lady. I have taken a vow…..' Jon turned, walking away from her. '...and it was not to your Lord of Light.'

Past sunset, Jon sat in his room writing letters to the Lords and Ladies of Westeros. Despite their need for more men, he couldn't help but feel he was wasting his time.

A knock was heard on his door. He sighed. No one ever knocked on his door anymore unless bad news was to be given.

'Come in.'

'Apologies, Lord Commander. I know it is late.' Val strode in, closing the door as quietly as when she opened it.

'That's quite alright, my Lady.' Jon's mood suddenly uplifted. 'You are always welcomed.'

'I appreciate the hospitality you have given my people. The wall is a beautiful thing, when you are on the right side of it. Many of us, on the other hand, have been having difficulties adjusting.'

'My men haven't been giving you any trouble I hope.'

'Nothing we had not expected. We are more troubled by these Fire worshipers.'

'Ah yes…..them.'

'I simply do not wish for things to escalate between our people. We wildlings have worshiped the old gods since the beginning. Yet already, young, curious minds have begun asking questions about this Fire god. Many, including me, are not happy about it. I worry that if any of my people were to convert, blood would be shed on both sides.'

'Ay, I agree this worries me as well. Many of the night's watch have been getting too enraptured with the Red priestess and her gospels.'

'Your men are very easily swayed by women, I have noticed.' Val laughed.

Jon smiled grimly. 'Yes well…..it has been quite a while since we've seen any living under our roof. It's to be expected. Anyways, I'll have a talk with the Priestess and make sure her followers keep their distance from your people. If this issue persists, it may be time we sent them on their way.'

'Thank you, Lord Commander. I've never met a Crow that was so courteous to Wildlings before.'

'If we are to survive, past differences need to be put aside.'

'I couldn't agree more.' She said, smiling tenderly. 'I've been meaning to ask why you never visit me?'

'I….what do you mean?'

'Whenever we have conversed, I have always come to you. Why is that?'

'A…apologies, my Lady. I'm not avoiding you if that is what you are thinking. As Lord Commander, my responsibilities leave me little time to socialize.'

'That must be very lonely.'

'Ay, it can be.'

Val hovered over Jon's desk, her cleavage level to Jon's eyes. 'You needn't torture yourself. Even if it's just for a little while, I can keep you company.'

Jon swallowed hard. 'I don't think that is a good idea.'

Her attitude was not swayed by his words. 'Well if you change your mind, my door is always open for you.' She stared back at him teasingly before walking out.

Later that night Jon dreamed of a familiar face. He recognised the cave as well. This was where he'd done it with Ygritte. He placed his hand in the water, it was as warm as the real thing. It brought back bitter-sweet memories.

'Do you intend to just stand there?' The woman's voice mocked. 'Is the boy so frightened of a woman's body?'

'Ygritte?' Jon stared dumbfounded at the redheaded woman, her impish smile, her slim naked body. Despite his confusion, he felt himself become engorged.

'Get in here already.' She taunted.

Jon threw off his cloak and garments in quick fashion. Walking into the water, he felt completely at peace with the warmth. And the closer he came to Ygritte, the more aroused he felt.

'Take me Lord Snow. Make me your woman.'

He stared at her longingly. 'I took a vow.'

'You southerners and your silly rules. Don't you realize how they hold you back. They keep you from fulfilling your potential. All your life you had to endure scornful looks and insulting criticism. Just because of a stupid rule that says you must be born a certain way. How unfair.' Her hand went beneath the water, taking grip of his manhood. 'But don't you worry, on this side of the wall, there is no such thing as bastards, no honor, no silly vows.' She pressed her lips against his, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Jon couldn't help himself anymore. His member was erect and his mind was full of erotic desires. Ygritte brought a leg into the air, letting it rest on Jon's shoulder. Jon stared at her now wide pussy. Like a shameless dog, Jon shoved his tip into her. She heaved and gasped as she was stretched open. Jon did not wait for his lover to catch her breath. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper. He was a dog in heat now, nothing on his mind but the act of pumping his seed into his bitch. The feeling was overwhelming. Jon pulled her in close, nestling his face into her neck. He loved the smell of her, he loved her erect nipples pressed against his chest, and he loved that she was all his.

'That's it, Snow. Take what is yours, pump your seed into me.'

Jon felt unnerved. Not from her words but her voice. It was different now. Her body too, it felt heavier. Her breasts were bigger, this he had no doubt. 'Ygritte?' He pulled back to look upon her face.

'Ygritte's dead, Lord Snow.'

'Val?' Jon was horrified to find Val in place of where his dead lover stood. 'How did you….'

'Don't you remember? She died, for the sake of your southern honor.'

'No…' Jon tried pulling away, but Val held him close. She was strong, stronger than him, Jon realized. Val pinned him against a rock, pressing her wet body against him. With his cock still inside her, Val thrusted like a wild beast.

'What's wrong, Lord Commander? You have already forsaken your vows. Why not give in.'

Jon could not help but become aroused by Val's voluptuous body, the way her breasts glistened, how her plump pussy tightened around his member. 'Gods, please stop…..I'm gonna….'

'Go on, Jon Snow. Cum for me, shoot your seed deep inside.'

Jon opened his eyes and spurted out a load of cum. He sat up drenched in sweat, smelling like a musty whorehouse. Groggily, he looked about the dark room, finding his trousers and bed sheets soaked in his own semen. Cold as he was, Jon stripped himself of his clothes, and adorned clean attire.

Pouring himself a mug of ale, he sat in front of the hearth, poking the smoldering ashes with the iron stoker. I must be at my wits end. He thought to himself. How am I to make rational decisions in this state? Perhaps I should minimize time spent with Val. At this rate, I may take her flirtatious advances seriously.

Bringing his attention to the fire, he was satisfied to be able to bring the smoldering coles back to flame. More than a simple flame, he realized. The hearth began to flare in a scorching fire. Jon fell back out of his chair, convinced the fire was going to shoot out of the hearth and claim him. But the light began to dim again. Jon, still laying on the floor, stared into the flames, waiting for it to ignite again. Instead, he began to see images, visions within the flame. Some familiar, others not so much. The Others, an army of Others, marching in a blizzard. There's got to be millions of them. How does one even overcome an army with that many numbers? A Dragon is then seen flapping high in the air. Jon was mesmerized by the beast, but his outright awe quickly turned to horror. No no, don't do it. The beast opened his maw, breathing down a hellish inferno onto the wall itself. The Wall, and everyone on it burned into a smoldering ash. With this, the Others charge over the smoldering ruins, killing everything in sight.

Finally, Jon tore his gaze away from the hearth. Crawling to his feat, Jon cursed. 'Damn witch. This is her work. I have no doubt this is her work.' Grabbing his scabbard, he marched out the door.

Storming through the halls, men of the Night's Watch stood in attention as he walked by. Jon paid them no heed. Only one thing was on his mind. Tonight this sorcerous leaves. Whether she wills it or not, she leaves tonight.

Without any warning Jon slammed open Melisandre's door. Finding her sitting next to her own hearth. She looked neither surprised nor angry. She knew I would come. 'Pack your things, you're leaving.'

'Of course, Lord Commander.' She was calm as ever.

Jon hadn't expected it to be that easy. But he was thankful he didn't have to call in his men for support. He nodded curtly and turned to leave.

'May I ask what you saw in the flames?'

For fucks sake. 'You know, sorcerous.'

'Despite how I may present myself, I don't know everything, Lord Snow. The Lord of Light shows only what he wishes you to see. And that can be different for each person. Please tell me, then I will leave without a fuss.'

Jon sighed, turning back to the red woman. 'I saw the Wall fall.'

'How?' Her voice was shaken, Jon noticed. He hadn't expected such emotion from her.

'A Dragon, it melted the wall like it was nothing.'

'Then the rumors must be true.' Jon stared at her curiously. 'Surely you've heard of Dragons reappearing in Essos.'

'News doesn't usually travel this far North.'

'You understand that this changes things. I must stay.'

'My mind is made up.'

'I understand if you don't trust me, but I promise you, I am on your side.'

'You have done nothing but try to indoctrinate me and my men. You have sewn discord throughout my ranks and have cursed me with nightmares and visions. You are leaving tonight, by force if need be.'

'NO….' Melisandre did not open her mouth, and yet Jon heard it loud and clear. The hearth behind the priestess flared up, just like in Jon's quarters.

'Do not raise your magic at me. If you kill me, you will never make it out of this castle alive.'

'Still you think I mean to harm you, Lord Snow. No, that would not do. In truth I need you, just as you need me.'

'I'm not convinced.'

'Go on then…..' Melisandre moved to the side, allowing Jon sight of the hearth. '...look into the fire, and you will know my words to be true.'

A ruse if I ever heard one. Jon thought to himself. And yet he felt inclined, tempted to look. Not only to prove her wrong, but to remove the doubt he felt within him. How am I going to stop a Dragon? What right do I have to send this woman away. Not even a year has passed since I was a steward. And now I'm claiming to be able to protect the entirety of Westeros from an army of undead. 'Very well, Witch. Let's see what answers your God has for me.'

The Red Woman smiled impishly. 'A "Witch"? Very well, Lord Snow. Call me what you like. By the end of this you will be regretting those words.'

'We will see about tha…..' The hearth flared again, flashing visions deep into Jons mind. He tried to pull away from the visions, glancing around the room for anything to focus his attention. He had not recalled falling and yet he found himself lying on his back. Flashes of images took hold again.

Once Jon's consciousness returned to a state resembling normal, he laid on the floor paralyzed. Despite his circumstances, Jons body felt warm and pleasant. Soft hands began caressing his manhood. The lips of a woman placed warm kisses on his groin. 'Who's there?' Jon said, startled.

'Hush boy…..' The woman whispered in his ear. '...a bastard like you should know his place.'

'Who are you?' Jon insisted.

'Quiet! You dare speak out. I am the Lady of Winterfell, and the mere presence of you is an insult.'

'Lady Caitlyn?' The grip tightened around his cock.

'If you are to remain under this roof, then you will serve without objection.' She stroked his cock until it was rock solid. Then the naked Caitlyn squatted down onto it, swallowing it whole. She moaned and gasped as the cock penetrated her cervix. 'At least you're good for something.' She said panting. Caitlyn leaned forward planting her hands against his chest. Her hips began thrusting against his cock, her whole ass shaking with her rhythm.

Jon couldn't tell if this was real or a memory. He could recalled the Lady of Winterfell coming into his bedroom some nights. How cruel she spoke to the young boy. And yet every time, she would use the boy to satisfy her womanly pleasures. 'Lady Caitlyn, please….'

'Shut it, boy. I'm very close.' Her shapely ass slapped against his thighs as she ravaged Jon's pole. 'I'm gonna cum.'

Jon grabbed hold of her arms. In one motion, he rolled on top of her, his cock still deep inside. Caitlyn tried pushing against him, but Jon only pressed more his weight against her, pinning her to submission.

'What is this?' Caitlyn protested.

Jon pressed his face against one of her breasts, his tongue lubricating her nipple. Forgetting herself, Caitliyn moaned like a lover. One hand pulled Jon's head tighter against her, while her thighs opened wide.

'Damn bitch, you think you can use me, abuse me, treat me like a filthy dog. I may be a bastard, but you are a glorified breeding sow. Your only purpose is to get fucked, give birth, and then get fucked again.'

'Wait…..you're too rough.'

'I can tell you havn't had a good fucking since my Father left. But don't worry, I won't put you out to pasture. You will have plenty of work as my own breeding wench.'

'Oh..…'

'Did you hear me bitch?'

'I heard you, brother.' In an instant, everything that resembled Caitlyn Stark, her face, body, and voice morphed into Jon's dear sister.

'What the fuc….'

'What's wrong Jon? I'm yours, your breeding sow.'

'Sansa? What is going on?' Just when Jon was about to pull out, Sansa wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his cock deep inside her.

'Go on Jon, cum inside me.'

'N…no. I couldn't….' Sansa held him tightly against her groin. 'I'm not letting you go until you release all of it inside of me.' Jon struggled despite the pleasure. 'Can't you feel it, my insides, they're hugging you so tight. My body needs this, Jon, it needs your manhood.'

'Oh….fuck, you smell so good.' Jon buried his face into her auburn hair. 'And this body….' His hands groped her womanly curves. '...I can't get enough of you.' Jon began thrusting harder. Everytime he slammed his cock deep inside, Sansa squealed in pleasure. 'I….I'm about to…..'

'Go on, Jon, make me yours.'

Jon clutched her tight, letting his member reach the deepest part of her. She moaned and purred as his semen flowed into her.

After Jon's euphoria diminished, he pulled his face from the red hair he had been so enraptured in smelling.

'You are quite the beast, Lord Snow.'

While staring dumbfounded at the woman he had just ravished, all memory of the moments leading up to his confrontation with Melisandre returned to him. 'You tricked me.'

'How so?' She said affectionately, rubbing his cheek.

'You said your God would prove I needed you and you needed me…..'

'Yes, that is what I said and I spoke truthfully.'

'What are y….'

'We are bonded, you and I. Just look and see." She looked down to her nether region and Jon did the same. The sight of Melisandre's vagina leaking the Lord Commander's semen distressed him greatly. 'We were destined to be together. For the sake of Westeros and for the sake of our child.'

Jon's expression was one of pure denial. 'You seek salvation in the wrong man.'

'What?'

'I'm a man of the Night's Watch. I took a vow.'

'What childish nonsense.'

'Excuse me?'

'You cling to your Fathers honor the moment things turn in your favor. As if punishing yourself for your own birth. You will never get anywhere that way. You will never stop the Others with such idiocy.'

'These are my Fathers values, they are my values.'

'Not any more. If you are determined to save this Kingdom, you must become more than some nameless bastard of the Night's Watch. You can take these men you call your brothers and march to Winterfell. Avenge your family, unite the North, and claim your rightful seat. No longer the bastard, Jon Snow, but Jon Stark, Warden of the North.'