Daenerys writhed and pressed herself up close to his body. Needing him. Wanting him. She did as he told her, but not because she needed prompting. Daenerys was approaching her climax, felt her body trembling and quaking.

"Yes! Gods, Jorah!" She screamed to the night air. "Yes, right there!"

Each pass of his cock struck all the right places. Daenerys leaned up to kiss him hard. "Cry out for me," she whispered. "Cum with me, let them hear us climax together. Let them know how we are inseparable."

She wanted all the whores who already eyed the King Consort to know he was hers. But the sooner the crowd was dismissed, the sooner he would be all hers.