randomosity | [For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

Jorah was immensely relieved when the plan to once again free the dragons had worked so well. His Queen was the happiest she had been in a very long time now that two of her children were once again close to her. He had been sending a few groups out to try and find Drogon. He had discovered where her favorite child had made his large nest. It was a few days ride from the city and they were loading the ships for her grand return to Westeros to reclaim her throne.

Jorah had three large rafts made that had metal atop them. They would be pulled behind the three largest ships in the fleet so that the dragons could have a place to rest when they grew tired of flying. Upon discovering Drogon's nest, Jorah had sent men to leave a trail of animals for the dragon to follow. He also took one of Daenery's old outfits that had the scent of the other two dragons on it as well and left a piece of that clothing near the trail of animals. His hope was that Drogon would follow and see them on the sea.

Their were two ships that carried nothing but livestock for the Dragon's to eat. All weapons were kept well out of sight and all of the crewmen wore a lotion on their bodies that made them smell foul to the dragons. They had been sailing for half a day when the last ship in the fleet reported a sighting.

Jorah walked up to his Queen with a smile on his face as he bowed. "Khaleesi, the ships at our flank have spotted something on the horizon behind us and gaining fast." He looked up at her. "It's Drogon."

Daenerys had noticed Jorah's movements as of late. The groups he spoke with and sent out. Grey Worm knew something, she suspected, but refused to tell her - he simply stated that it was something that would make the Khaleesi happy. It was Daario who spilled the details of Jorah's plan to her. Daenerys had rolled her eyes and waved Daario off at the time, but inside her heart had swelled, thinking of the trouble Jorah was going through for her. To reunite her with her child.

She did not tell Jorah that Daario had told her about his plan. But nor was she certain it would work. Drogon was strong and stubborn. He would not come if he didn't want to.

When Jorah approached her on deck, Daenerys tilted a brow when he said something was pursuing them. But her violet eyes lit when he told her it was Drogon. She could hardly believe it.

His plan had worked.

Without a word she bolted for the back of the ship and leaned over the railing to get a glimpse of Drogon. She spied the great black beast approaching, faster than his brothers by far. Daenerys had a huge smile on her face. "Drogon!!" She called out to him.

Jorah signaled for all of the crews to go below decks to be safe except for the men steering in specially designed to keep them out of sight from the dragons. He then went to join Daenerys at the back of the ship. "It seems your favorite child has finally desired to return to his mother." He said as he kept a careful eye on her so that she did not fall overboard.

Daenerys paid no mind to the sounds of the crew climbing below deck. She was too focused on Drogon as he approached. She bit her lower lip as tears welled in her eyes. Tears of pure joy. She glanced up to Jorah as he appeared beside her. "You did this, I know you did..." Daenerys threw her arms around his neck and she kissed him passionately. She didn't care who saw.

Jorah smiled as he pulled her close and returned that kiss. His closeness with the Queen was well known amongst the fighting men and if she did not care to hide her affection for him then he would not hold back either.

He pulled back and kissed her forehead as he heard the beating of the largest wings as Drogon approached their boat quickly. "You know? Perhaps I am no longer as stealthy about surprises as I used to be." He said with a chuckle. "Or did one of my brothers rat me out?" He said as Drogon landed on the raft behind their ship. Jorah used the chain to pull the raft closer, Drogon was large enough to rest his head on the railing from the raft.

Daenerys kept close to Jorah until Drogon was brought close enough to rest his head upon the railing. She reached down and gently stroked over his snout, Jorah's words lost to her as her world revolved around the prodigal dragon son. Daenerys nearly cried, feeling his warm scales beneath her fingers again. Then she glanced her violet eyes back to Jorah.

"I'm afraid someone revealed the nature of your meetings and your plan to me. But I am surprised and glad to see it achieved," Daenerys leaned up to kiss him again. "How am I to reward such a gift you've given me?"

Jorah chuckled as he realized it must have been Daario. The joy on her face for her favorite son to have returned to her put a smile on Jorah's face. He looked into those violet eyes with love. "Your happiness and returning to your kingdom are all I have desired of you." He paused for a moment. "If you desire a different reward I do have a request. Once we reach Westeros I have no doubt that all lords with lands and titles still to their name will request your hand in marriage for the advancement and safety of their house. All I ask is that you will allow me to stay close to you, I am willing to be a member of your Queensguard if only to be by your side whenever you have need of me."

Jorah was no fool. In Dorne he would still be able to enjoy her bed more freely if she desired. However, north of Dorne it would be seen as a scandal. He no longer had his title in Westeros and did not see himself worthy of asking for her hand. He had earned his honor and respect back with those who traveled on these ships. However, in Westeros he was still an outcast.

Daenerys had been planning on restoring Jorah's title when they returned to Westeros. But being Lord of Bear Island would take him far to the North. Away from her. She didn't want that. But it had been his desire so long ago; he'd gone so far as to betray her for it.

She smiled weakly and trailed her fingers along his jaw. Daenerys figured it would be best to figure out just what he wanted when they returned to Westeros. Would he want his title back if it meant being away from her, even though he'd only just expressed his desire to be close? "My knight...I wish to restore the honor you lost. If it is your desire, I would grant you a royal pardon and make you Lord of Bear Island once more. But if it would please you more to be in the Queensguard, I would be more than overjoyed to grant that title to you as well."

Even if it meant he could not wed - not even the Queen. And she would not be the laughingstock of Westeros like Cersei Lannister, taking her brother, a member of the Kingsguard, to her bed. It would please her more to have him named the Hand of the Queen. There would be less scandal in that, but scandal all the same.

But damn the scandals! She was the Queen, was she not? So long as she managed the country properly, far better than her father, did it truly matter who she took to her bed?

Jorah smiled and brushed his thumb over her jaw gently. "I thank you for the offer, but my younger sister has ruled bear island well and I am so fond of my little sister that it would be remiss of me to be named the lord of bear island and take away what is hers." He said.

He could see the struggle in her eyes and he held hope that perhaps there was a possibility for him to remain close to her. "What would please me most would be to walk by your side, to be the shoulder you cry on should you need one, to be the one to hold you close at night, and the one who keeps you safe from dangers without and within." He said. He would not outright ask, he did not feel he had earned enough honor for that privilege. He would be willing to support her, but not rule. He had seen her grow as a woman and a leader and he would love nothing better than to see her shine as Queen and rule the seven Kingdoms with justice and peace.

Daenerys smiled as she looked upon him. "I sent you away once, I do not wish to be without you again."

She considered long and hard what she might do. "But I do not like the role of Queensguard for you - would it please you, Ser Jorah, to be named Hand of the Queen?" Daenerys bit her lower lip, hoping he would accept.

Making him Hand would give him the chance to earn his honor back in the eyes of the people, not just Daenerys. He could be the lord he was once again without taking the lordship of Bear Island from his sister.

Jorah was surprised at the offer she made and found himself a bit overwhelmed at the offer. "I am humbled by the offer your grace. If you feel that I am worthy of such a responsibility then I would be honored to be your Hand." He said.

As he thought of it, it would be a way for him to be closer to her than a Queensguard. It would also give him a slim opportunity to possibly earn her hand without her loosing face as the Queen.

Daenerys smiled, taking his hand and lacing their fingers. Overjoyed that he had accepted her offer. Daenerys gave one last loving look to Drogon and rubbed her free hand over his snout. The dragon gave a short sniff before curling up on the raft to rest. Daenerys started to tug Jorah from the railing and towards the cabin.

"Shall we celebrate your new rank, Lord Hand?" she smirked teasingly.

Jorah smiled when he saw how happy she was that he had accepted. At first he was a bit puzzled as to what she was planning, but that smirk told him everything he needed to know. He reached out with his free hand to slide along her side slowly. "Indeed, as your hands it is my duty to always serve at your pleasure." He said with a little smirk of his own as he followed her willingly and eagerly towards the private cabin she had on the main ship.

Daenerys rolled her eyes but smiled at the pun. She led him back to the cabin, paying no mind to the looks from the servants aboard the ship as they disappeared behind the door together. Instantly her arms wrapped around him and she leaned up to kiss him hard. He had brought back her son, given her the stability her kingdom required. She owed him everything.

In his eyes she owed him nothing, but he owed her everything to make up for the betrayal from what was beginning to feel like a lifetime ago.

His arms wrapped around her as he lifted her slightly to make the kiss more comfortable and to deepen it. He pulled back from the kiss and smiled at her. "How can I serve you during this celebration?" He asked with a slight smile on his face.

There were times that Daenerys thanked the gods above that there was such a difference in their heights. It made her feel very much like a maiden fair, and also gave him an excuse to lift her on more than one occasion. When he pulled back from the kiss, Daenerys smiled up at him playfully.

"The way I see it, Ser Jorah, this is a celebration in your honor, therefore I should be at your service," she pointed out, pushing him back against the small bed against the wall.

Jorah smiled at that and went as she moved to push him towards the bed in her cabin. Her words put a smile on his face, "What pleases me most is for my Queen to be pleased in all things." His hands moved to squeeze her breasts gently. "Although, I do so enjoy watching my Queen ride." He said with a hint of a smirk.

"Then a ride you shall receive, dearest. Though not before..." Daenerys trailed off on purpose. She dropped down in front of the bed and maneuvered her body between his legs. Daenerys pushed his thighs apart and rubbed her palm gently over his bulge. She leaned forward, gently pressing her lips over his still trouser-clad crotch. Giving him a clue what she had in store for him.

Jorah smiled when she called him dearest. His jaw dropped when she knelt down before him and kissed over his clothed, but very hard cock. He looked into her violet eyes and almost asked if she was certain, but he knew that she would not do anything she did not desire as far as pleasure went. "You are too kind Daenerys." He said lowly.

Slowly her fingers moved to untie the laces of his trousers. Her fingers slipped into the fabric and pulled his cock free. It was only then that she looked up and caught his gaze. Her eyes told him she was absolutely certain what she wanted and what she would get. "You've been so kind and done so much for me, I only wish to be so kind to you."

She leaned in and trailed just the tip of her tongue up along his cock. Teasing him with that first little motion.

Jorah saw her determination and desire to treat him like this. He would remember this night for the rest of his life and would be sure to pleasure her thoroughly afterwards to be sure she was properly thanked for spoiling him in such a manner. He leaned back and gasped at the pleasure he felt from that first teasing motion. Right now it felt surreal to him that she was even doing this.

Daenerys smiled triumphantly as he moaned out for her like that. She trailed her tongue up along the underside of his cock in circular motions as she came up to his tip. Then Daenerys wrapped her lips around his tip and flicked her tongue against his slit relentlessly. Only after she'd been doing this for several minutes did she finally bob her head down and take his cock all the way into her mouth.

Jorah's eyes fell closed when she moved her tongue over the underside of his cock like that and teased his slit so relentlessly. His hips were rocking into her mouth from the stimulation and he was already steadily leaking pre into her mouth from how fantastic this felt. He had never had a woman whom he loved do this and it was utterly amazing.

His eyes went wide when she bobbed down his whole length and he felt the warmth of her mouth slide along his throbbing cock. "Gods Daenerys...." He rumbled as he felt his release building rapidly.

Daenerys kept her lips at the base of his cock for a moment before she pulled back slowly. She bobbed her head forward and back a few times before she brought her hand up. Gently she squeezed his base and moved her fingers in tandem with her mouth, up and down along his length. His moans only spurred her to move faster, wanting to draw out more moans from him. After a few more passes she looked up at him with wide violet eyes, wanting to hold his gaze as she continued to move her mouth and tongue over his length.

Jorah was breathing heavily as she worked over his cock with both her mouth and her hand. He groaned as he felt himself on the brink of his orgasm. When he saw her eyes flash up to look at his he moaned lowly before his eyes closed slowly and he thrust slightly before his seed erupted from his cock and into her mouth. Once he finished his eyes opened slowly and they were filled with love and devotion to the woman between his legs.

[For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

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