A New Queen For Westeros IV(Jon to Melisandre Tg) (Patreon)

The day passed like a waking nightmare, interspersed with blissful interruptions whenever Daenerys gave Jon an order. Submissiveness was a strange sensation, especially when forced. Because she had told him not to leave if he could help it nor to make a commotion, he found himself unable to utter a peep to bring aid to his situation. Worse, whenever she gave an order, arousal flooded his body, only lifting once he followed what she wanted. It felt amazing to bend to her will, wonderful heat warming his core and spreading out at even the simplest task, larger ones nearly orgasmic. No matter how hard he tried, he could not resist her commands, her charisma overpowering any wants or needs in his body. No matter what his mind tried, he was enthralled and worse, the more he followed her orders, the more he liked it.

He felt so small, so weak, feeling like a little boy without his muscles, his body less textured and light with a build closer to some of the boys at Mole's Town than a proper warrior. It didn't help that he was also aroused by the sight of Daenerys who was enjoying her own gains from the night before. She was taller, a bit more rugged and there was strength in her body that she hadn't possessed before. Chances were she could more than easily take him in a fight if she so wished and it disturbed him to feel a sense of longing at the thought. Whatever magic this was was molding him each time, and now he was helpless to bow before it, his one chance at reversing it wasted by his own chivalry.

The shadows grew longer, the sun began to dip and as night fell an anticipatory hush fell over the room.

"Come here Jon."

Daenerys beckoned him over to watch the setting sun, his skin prickling as she gripped his shoulder. "While there are others I'd like to go through first, it's clear to me this won't go much further without a glamour for us both. I'm unsure how this will work with you aware, but I'm sure it will be interesting. Now come out, Melisandre."

The sun was nearly below the horizon, yet Jon felt warmer the more it fell, the nightly chill replaced with an insistent kind of warmth. It was like the cold was being repelled, his heart cooking the blood in his veins like the underground channels that kept Winterfell's springs hot in any season. Sweat began to trickle down the sides of his brow, his breathing a hint more labored as he moved from the balcony. He stumbled slightly, feeling his form restore itself as he fell onto Dany's bed, panting as he pulled off what few clothes he had on from the day before, groaning as the fire traveled through his veins, searching for a center to gather round. As it traveled, the skin over it redenned slightly, hair melting away as it made its rounds through his body, leaving his skin pristine and pale, unnaturally beautiful as spells worked to undo any creases or imperfections, a comforting glow radiating from his rosy body as he moaned.

The fire seemed to find its central area, heat gathering in the dip of his collarbone, building up between his clavicles. The apple in his throat was being roasted, smoke leaking from the corners of his mouth, his cries resonating queerly as they grew airier. The copious amounts of sweat made his skin look waxy at the center, a slight crumble noise sounding as each heaving breath molded his chest, a slight strangling sensation collapsing the bone as it shrunk inwards. His frame was pulling into itself, painless except for the discomfort of the shifts as pressure built and popped inside his shoulders and neck. He could hear the pops of his shoulders rounding, a slight spasm moving down his arms as they angled downwards, slipping inside to a petite form. Warm fluids dribbled down his throat, forcing him to swallow as not to choke, his gulps rising to a sultry mesmerizing tone as his neck slendered out to a tall beauty, his voice a perfect match for Melisandre as her thoughts began to plague his mind.

"Ah so this is where we're at. I knew she'd have need of me."

Melisandre's voice flowed like hot wine, trickling down the folds of Jon's brain as a film of magic pressed against his eyes. There was a warm tingle in his scalp as she talked, hairs shooting out as she inspected how far her magic had gone.

"I will admit, this is a much more convenient method to come back from the dead, though at least I was able to bring you back in one piece. How ironic that your fate was to be subjected to a series of "little deaths" by my own magic. Though perhaps it was fate. At least this is far more enjoyable than daggers in the night wouldn't you?"

To emphasize, his nipples swelled at her words, not yet ready to become breasts, yet the tenderness of them drove him wild with lust, his cock fully erect as their brownness turned a pink so vivid it was almost ruby. Speaking of the color red, it was spreading, his eyes burning with heat like they were coals dropped in a flame, a blaring red that shined with knowledge and fire as they angled inwards, slanting and plucking the eyebrows above as red threaded into the black.

"P-Please you must stop this. You said I was the chosen-"

"Oh you are still. One of them at least. There was always debate over the plurality of the prophecy and I do believe that you and Daenerys are both Azor Ahai reborn, this is just a necessary step towards achieving your goals."

Both paused their internal bickering, sighing as their nose sloped, crimping upwards while his limps plumpened to thick, pouty beauties. All at once the sides of his face collapsed, falling inwards to rounded, cherubic plumpness, his face enticing as his ears pierced, red hair streaming down their back as Daenerys stared with interest at the red color suffusing it all.

"That's odd, usually his hair remained the same."

He turned, smiling as Melisandre spoke, "Just further proof the draining is working as more of his gifts become yours and vice versa."

Daenerys was a little cautious around her, her usual teasing halted as she was unsure just how much control Melisandre had and it was usually a good idea to not mess with a strong caster of magic. As she went to ask another question, she held up a hand silencing her, the fingers twitching slightly as they shrank.

"I am still having a conversation with Jon. One second."

The last thing she wanted was his moody complaining to ruin her return, her red eyes shining as fire danced along her fingers, rising in a vortex around her arms as they slimmed, muscle softening up into fat before the flames rolled into her ears. For a second nothing happened, Jon staying eerily still as Daenerys moved to see if things were okay, only to be frightened by her sudden, ravenously horny cries of pleasure as their body thrashed against the bed like a person possessed.

To be fair, he was, Melisandre corrupting him, easing his worries with her visions from R'hllor as flames bathed his thoughts. She showed him a glorious future, leaving out that it was just a possibility.

"Feel unburdened with your worries, and let R'hllor's love flow through you. He gave you life, so why should you fight his commands? Besides I can guarantee it's much more fun to be a partner than an unwilling slave to fate."

In his mind she was riding him, showing his spirit unimaginable bliss as they coupled, their essences blending, melting into one another. Their senses were shared, each pump of his cock felt as both penetrator and the one being penetrated, Jon losing track of who he was, what he wanted and who was fucking who. He was being swallowed by her, his whimpers and moans lost to her influence as Melisandre rolled and moaned in the sheets, feeling the strong thrum of an orgasm roll through their body even if nothing came out. Finally her head was clear as her writhing stopped.

"Be grateful for the fire that melts the snow, for the night is dark and full of terrors Jon Snow."

Looking down, she smiled, his cock and toned body still unchanged past its hairless perfection, her circulation potently enhanced as the air around her warmed with her god's influence. It had been centuries since she had been this young, and the sparks of youth always ignited the strongest flames. Much like a fire, this vessel's form would be ever changing, ever consuming, a host of essences roiling in the inferno, never dying, always burning as long as he lived. Tonight she got to be the one in control of the fire, and she wouldn't waste the chance to enjoy a physical form once more.

"How ironic that night would be my rebirth, though what else is a flame for if not to illuminate the dark?"

"I take it Jon is out for the night?"

Daenerys knew how Jon talked and the overwrought speech was definitely Melisandre's voice, her scarlet hair billowing in an absent wind as she began to play with her nipples.

"Mmm yes. Now give me some time to finish this. Memories and body are easy to transpose, magic is harder."

At the very least, it was all incredibly pleasant which was a rarity in magic. Non sex magic at least, though this could technically qualify. Either way, it took tremendous focus to ensure her abilities were transposed, her body shivering in anticipation as she willed the muscle and bone in her core to shift, for her bosom to grow.

She cooed as it shifted, each ab flattening, tightening, the excess drawn upwards as it massaged the tough muscle of her pecs and spread the flesh wider, a warm embrace for her nipples as they puckered and pressed. Ever so slowly her vision was encroached upon, blocked by her gifts as the soft flesh surged. Each burst of growth made her gasp, her stomach sucking in as more of its girth was drawn upwards, increasing the sensation of her gropes and tweaks as her pert breasts finished forming, an anorexic looking core heaving in the aftermath as she stared down with disapproval.

Her body spread, her sides warming as she focused, light pressure mounting in the arch of her back and the dips of her sides. Slowly it constricted, squeezing her like a lover as the bones began to crunch. Again, smoke rose out her mouth as spare mass was burned like the trash in one of her lord's temples, a sacrifice to beauty as her curves emerged from the lanky masculinity left behind by Jon. She couldn't help but trace the edges of her abdomen, moaning as her navel widened against a painted hail, her stomach throbbing as it shrank in size, though felt ravenously hungry as it burned through inches of height, aided by the now periodic crunching of her spine. Soon her waist was as curved and enticingly feminine as her top, a dangerous beauty that enticed men like bugs to a campfire.

Her cock was bulging, a small trickle of precum dripping down the top as she carefully held back her ecstasy. It wouldn't do to blow her load now, she still needed to give her queen the essence she needed, but it was so hard to resist with such strange masculine desires plaguing her loins. She had to go slow, even if it meant making the pleasure all the more teasing, any sudden burst more than enough to make her cum as she massaged her flat ass cheeks. The heat treated her buns to a controlled rise, the pleasure hot but manageable as her cheeks pressed against one another, rising until they grew cramped in her hips. Her massaging at that point moved from teasing the cheeks to pulling them outwards, each one creaking as she shifted her hips to broader stances. Fat flowed in like magma, curving her sides, flowing down into her legs as her moans rose to surprised shrieks, her head swimming in the aftershocks as she accidentally squeezed her heart shaped ass, moaning as the pressure in her cock grew unstoppable.

"D-Daenerys I think you should MMM~ ohhh it's almost time."

It was terribly close now, each wave of it building as she beckoned Daenerys over. It was strange for her to be the one following orders for once after controlling Jon for the last few changes, yet this was all possible because of her and considering how worthless half her allies proved to be, it made sense to show respect to the one person who had truly stayed with her and gave her what she needed to conquer. She leaned down, taking the witch's cock in her mouth as Melisandre's body shivered, her panting hastening as there was no longer any need to hold back. Her thighs pressed against Daenerys's head, squeezing it as their muscle bloated to fat, Mel feeling her queen's face indent her thickening legs as her tongue ran up and down her shaft.

Both moaned as she came, her cock unloading Jon's essence, the quaking releases draining her as her balls gave up any seed left inside them. It was riveting, a novel experience for someone so ancient and learned and it wasn't even the ending as Dany's tongue pressed against one of her shrunken balls. Her queen's hot breath warmed the entirety of her cock, melting it as her tongue dimpled the softening flesh, making it recede, shaping it as thin trickles of masculinity dribbled down her throat. There was a moist, meaty tear, the witch screaming as she felt her own balls used to penetrate her, splitting apart to funnel hot estrogen coursing through her body. The burning femininity only hastened her cock's demise as it gave up even trying to resist the press of Daenerys's tongue, dimpling and crumbling under pressure to stab inside her forming pussy as the head plunged, hardening into a button begging to be played with, a request her queen was more than happy to deliver on as her tongued chased the rising ecstasy.

There was a harsh cry from Mel, her legs hugging tighter against Daenerys, pulling her deeper as her calves grew long and curvy, her toes painted red as her pleasured clenching honed each down to a dainty, curved thing, her cries echoing around the room as she finally came. With the fun out of the way, Daenerys could go back to teasing, smiling as she wiped her mouth clean.

"Did you enjoy the transfer Melisandre?"

The red witch panted for a bit, then smirked back.

"Of course my queen, though I will admit while I always wanted to get close to my chosen hero, I never envisioned us meeting again quite like this."

"Well thankfully your potion brewing is better than your foresight. It was my first time swallowing his essence. It was surprisingly sweet and chilly despite the warmth of the vessel."

"It is meant to be a pleasant experience for all, though I imagine there is a reason you've chosen me above the others you'll want to add to your influence. Is something wrong?"

Of course she'd figure it out properly without much urging, then again why else would she be whisked back to life? Before she could talk though, all that Jon essence was rolling through her, Daenerys moaning as her body bulked up, strength filling her limbs, making her clit drip with lust as she grew a foot in height, her body writhing as strength poured into it. Her legs were the newest thing to change, their curves torn and chewed into hard diamonds of muscle, subtracting an inch from her, but adding a great amount of stoutness to her stature.

Mel watched, waving her fingers as the top sheet moved around her, sewing itself into intricate patterns as the cloth dyed itself red. Soon she was cloaked in her usual garb as she studied Daenerys's progress.

"Ah, I see the problem. You'll need two glamours. Well it's a good thing we have the rest of the night to do this."

It ended up taking the full night, Melisandre ignoring the twinges of change as her magic drained, focusing on the two glamours while instilling her magic knowledge deep into the reforming mind of Jon as a parting gift, plus one other thing.

"It is done. Now no one should be able to NNGH tell that you're- oooooh hff hff... Daenerys?"

Jon was back, made naked as the magic faded from Mel's robes, returning to just a top sheet as it fell to the floor. Dany inspected him, knowing what he had gained this time as he gasped, his legs kicking cutely from his chair as his thighs bloated, bone crunching as they grew out to absurdly long lengths, a perfect set of legs awkwardly pasted between his thin hips and flat feet.

Daenerys didn't get to enjoy them for long though as she quickly placed the blue necklace left on the table onto him, smiling as the air around him warped before returning him to his true shape. Pressing against it, she found it to be like a veil, malleable to her touch, but convincing otherwise as she put her own on, returning to her regular form though she could feel the bristles on her skin, the muscle coating her body. She noticed Jon was blushing, giggling as she whispered to him, "I bet you must be feeling those new legs around your cock. Tell me do you prefer them to mine?"

There was no answer, only further blushing as she commanded, "It doesn't matter. Act normally today and be public, though Melisandre told me how resistant you still are internally. That will sort itself out soon enough, but I think for being such an unwilling servant to your queen there should be a punishment shouldn't there? Well tonight there will be a war council. And I have a feeling it will go late. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Jon swallowed, forced to smile and nod his head as he returned to his room, scared about what was going to transpire at the council.