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[For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

Jorah had left her chambers early in the morning to avoid being seen by the servants. Daenerys had given him one last kiss goodbye, still reluctant to let him go. But she knew it had to be done. She knew that she had to remain strong and that he would have to publicly earn her trust again. If he wanted to be in her circle again, he would have to win the right.

Ser Barristan and Daario would not permit Jorah withing three feet of their Khaleesi without some proof that he could be trusted.

Thus, after she dozed off for a little while longer, Daenerys rose from bed and had the servants dress her for the day in a gown of blue and white fabric. She then made her way to the throne room and settled into her seat to receive complaints and concerns from her subjects. This was the open forum during which they could bring issues to her attention without fear.

Barristan and Daario were already there, the latter gave the Khaleesi a little wink, now that he had returned from his brief mission. Daenerys gave a weak smile, and blushed as images of Jorah flashed through her mind from the night before.

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In a way, this was more intimate than him filling her with his cock. Her chest pressed against his as his fingers slid inside her. She was already wet and aroused from how she had used her mouth on him. Her lips sought to seize his in a passionate kiss as her hips rolled in rhythm with his fingers.

Jorah surrendered to her in the kiss and matched her passion. His fingers began to alternate back and forth within her to spread out her core. His thumb continued to stimulate her clit to bring her pleasure as he pressed into her as well.

Daenerys pulled back briefly to moan and cry out when she felt his fingers moving inside her. Spreading her walls, stretching her out. Gods, but it felt so good! Both hands came up to push through his hair and run down his back, digging her nails through his tunic to hold him close. "So good..." she moaned before leaning in to kiss him hard again.

Jorah was panting lightly when she pulled back from the kiss. His fingers continued to move before he hooked his fingers to add to her pleasure. His cock was slowly beginning to harden once again and he looked forward to experiencing the ride she had promised soon.

Daenerys moaned as he hooked his fingers within her. This allowed him to tease an all-new angle within her. Astride him as she was, she could feel his cock hardening against her thigh. Daenerys moaned against his lips, kissing against the corner of his mouth. "Undress me," she begged.

Jorah felt how his fingers were pressing up over new spots within her that was likely to stimulate her in new ways. That begging tone in her voice stirred his cock even more. The hand in her hair moved to pull her simple shift up and off over her head. His eyes were filled with love and devotion as he moved in to brush his lips over her jaw. The hand within her continued to work to bring her pleasure.

Daenerys slipped her fingers between them so that she could tease him in a similar fashion. As his fingers slid into her deeper and probed her insides, Daenerys let her fingers slide up and down and alternate between brushing over and squeezing his cock. She wanted him inside, but this felt too good to stop anytime soon. Daenerys continued bouncing and rolling her hips over his fingers.

Jorah moaned when she began to tease him in return. He too wanted to fill her with his cock as he became hard once again rapidly under her touches. However, he would wait for her before pressing into her. He knew that waiting would enhance the moment.

Daenerys enjoyed his fingers for a few moments longer. Then she slowly moved to press him down against the bed. Daenerys made sure to lift her hips a bit so that he could pull his fingers out while they moved so that he didn't hurt himself. It wouldn't do to have this moment ruined with pain. Still, she remained above him, straddling his waist and smiling down at him playfully.

Jorah kept his hand out of the way as she pulled back and off of his hand. He laid back as she so desired. His eyes were filled with love and desire. "Your mount is prepared Khaleesi." He said with a low growl from his arousal.

Daenerys smirked down at him as she adjusted her hips, guiding his tip to brush over her clit and settle just at her entrance. She made certain to lock her eyes with his as she brought her hips down to take him inside. With a sharp moan, Daenerys arched her back and slowly rocked forward and back, allowing his hilt to brush over her clit over and over again.

Jorah allowed her to move and place him as she so desired. He groaned lowly in pleasure when he felt himself sheathed within her deeply. He resisted the urge to buck up into her too much as she began her ride. His hands moved to run up the center of her body slowly and to cup her breasts, but not to inhibit her movements at all.

It only took a few passes of her hips for Daenerys to decide she still wasn't satisfied with this positioning. She reached down and gripped Jorah's shoulder, tugging upwards, indicating she wanted him to sit up, to bring her lips closer to his without her having to bend down and loose the incredible spot his cock was currently moving over.

Jorah could feel his cock moving deep within her and he looked forward to filling her even more. When she signaled for him to sit up, he did so eagerly. He sat up and was able to run his hands over her breasts better as he waited for her next command whether it was spoken or not.

Daenerys cupped his jaw and tipped his head up. She moved to kiss him hard as she rode him. Her hips bounced up and down, over and over astride him, taking him in deep and hard. Filling her up and making her feel whole for the first time in a long while. She felt the scratch of his stubble against her palms, but she loved it. The scent of his skin and the heat that built between them in this small cabin were heady perfumes that clouded her mind in lust.

Jorah obediently and eagerly kissed her back. His hands continued to worship her magnificent breasts and he could not help himself from bucking up and into her motions. He was already leaking large amount of pre from how fantastic it felt to have her moving in such a way atop him. He would not last much longer before filling her with his seed.

Daenerys moaned against his lips as she continued moving her hips. Up and down, forward and back. Soon she started circling her hips to let him hit each and every angle inside her. Her Jorah. Her knight. Her bear. "Don't ever leave me," she begged against his lips as she felt her core trembling and tightening, preparing to go over the edge. "Please..."

Jorah rumbled in pleasure as he felt his cock twitching and throbbing deep within her. He felt so privaleged to have her riding him so eagerly and passionately. At her pleading voice he looked deep into those violet eyes with love and passion. "Never again will I leave your side my Queen." He swore as he thrust up into her as he found himself on the brink of his release and holding back for her release.

Daenerys arched her hips down to meet his thrust as he drove into her. She pressed her forehead against his and mumbled feverishly against his lips. "Again, again, please-!" she moaned. She moved her hips more fervently, desperate for her release. Another thrust, another bounce of her hips and she cried out his name as that tingling heat burst inside her, rushing through her body in a fluid rush of pure carnal feeling. "Gods...oh yes, Jorah-!"

Jorah was grunting as he tried desperately to hold off his own release until after she received her pleasure. He groaned as he felt her reach her release and called out her name in pleasure as he released his seed deep within her with a low growl of pleasure.

As Daenerys basked in his heat as it flooded her core, she arched her back and sighed in satisfaction. Her arms moved around him and clutched him close. Her lips trailed over his neck, his jaw, his lips, overwhelmed with emotion, all directed at him. He held her heart in the palm of his hand.

Jorah wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his body. He gave her full access and returned those gentle kisses as best as he could. He knew how she loved him and that she had trusted him with the most precious gift of her heart. He would do everything in his power both in public and in private to protect her heart.

He continued to hold her close before kissing just below her ear and whispering softly. "I love you Daenerys." He had been waiting to tell her this for some time. It felt like this was the moment to tell her.

He had told her before. On his knees in her throne room, begging to be beside her. She had denied him then, but she could not deny him now. With a single finger she tipped his head to face her. Daenerys held his gaze. "I love you, Ser Jorah Mormont."

Her lips closed over his, one hand cupping his jaw. She had not said such words since she'd been married to Khal Drogo. Even then, it had not been the phrase 'I love you'. It was a purely Westerosi sentiment, that only Jorah could appreciate. She knew this. "With all my heart," she whispered against his lips.

Jorah knew he had said it in the past, but he wanted to say it again now that he had earned her trust again. However, he was worried that he had overstepped when she moved his head to look into his eyes. When he heard those words from her lips tears of joy filled his eyes. He had never dared hope she would utter those words to him.

He poured his love for her into the kiss and only pulled back to hear if she had more to say. When he heard that last point he could not deny his natural instincts. He lifted her and rolled them so that she was on her back in the middle of the bed. He kissed her passionately and sweetly as his hands sought hers to lace their fingers together. He rolled his hips to slowly stir himself within her as those words had managed to make him hard once again.

Daenerys let out a little yelp and laugh of surprise and lust when he flipped them so that he was on top. She loved it. He was growing more comfortable and confident with her. Her legs wrapped around him as he lay her back. But her lips remained with his, kissing him feverishly, as though she couldn't stop. Feeling him press into her again made her moan softly, craving more already. She was only whole with Jorah by her side, and this act alone seemed to prove it. He stirred their fluids together, and the fleeting thought at the back of her mind of mothering his child made her heart swell.

[For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

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