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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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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.

Jorah enjoyed hearing that laugh. It made his heart swell to hear her so happy when her life began with such tragedy and so much responsibility was placed on her slender shoulders. He continued to fill her before he began to thrust into her at a gentle pace that went deep as he rolled his hips to stimulate all of those spots deep within her. His hands gripped her hands firmer with each slow thrust into her to increase the intimacy of the moment.

Jorah would be thrilled to break the curse she had and plant a child within her, but he would not raise his hopes that high. He would be content to be by her side and be allowed to freely love her to the end of his days.

Her own fingers tightened around his as he continued his intimate movements. Her platinum hair fanned around her head like a halo as she looked up to him. She'd dreamt of his, so many times. But this was real. This was incredible. She wanted more time, more opportunity to do this.

"Jorah..." she moaned softly as she leaned up to kiss him passionately. Her hips arched to grind against his as he moved within her. "My love..."

It was easier, natural, to say it now. As if she had been meant to say it all along. And now he was with her, would be by her side always.

He was all hers.

Jorah continued to move slowly and sweetly, making love to his lover rather than fucking his hearts desire. He returned the passionate kiss eagerly and happily. Her soft and loving words to him had him moaning softly. He returned her words lovingly. "My heart, life, and desire." He said softly before once again finding her lips to kiss gently and lovingly.

Daenerys enjoyed this change of pace - she'd never had such gentleness with Drogo. She leaned up to meet his kiss and moaned softly. Her hips rolled gently, forward and back, keeping him in nice and deep despite the nice and steady pace he was setting. Daenerys reached up and pushed her fingers through his hair as they kissed.

Jorah hummed lowly, it sounded almost like a pleased growl, when her hands moved through his hair like that. He continued the steady pace before with one more thrust deep into her he reached his release and he felt his cock fill her with his seed once again.

A part of him thought that perhaps it was a good thing she could not conceive right now. Otherwise she would likely be quite big with child by now.

Daenerys whined out as she felt him fill her and thrust in and out of her. When his release flooded inside her, Daenerys felt her own core shudder and quake around him, releasing her own fluids as she came shortly after him. Her eyes flashed as she moved to make eye contact with him as she rode out her climax. She moved to kiss him passionately. "My love...my Jorah..." she breathed.

Jorah felt her reach her climax as well and returned the passionate kiss. One hand moved to gently cup the side of her face as his thumb gently rubbed over her cheek. "My light and life." He said softly as he kissed her reverently and lovingly.

Daenerys kissed him and moved to wrap her arms around him. If this was the rhythm for their journey to Dorne, she could get used to it.

***

The journey to Dorne had not been in vain. Daenerys struck an alliance with the royal family and plotted to bring down the Lannister usurpers. She found the climate of Dorne very much to her liking. Warm during the day yet the sea made the nights cool on bare skin. In the night she relied on her bear to keep her warm. Daenerys called on Jorah each night to her bed. Not always with the sole intention of making love, she enjoyed just lying with him in bed and cuddling close to him.

So wrapped up was she in her plans for conquering Westeros that Daenerys paid no attention to her monthly bleeding. As it happened, she was late. She had not bled in at least two months.

But that was not what first alerted her that something was wrong.

Daenerys had arisen that morning, oddly enough the night before she had not sent for Jorah, she had been too tired, and promptly threw up into her chamber pot. Thinking herself under the weather, Daenerys had shrugged it off once it had passed and set about cleaning up promptly. But it was when her maids began dressing her that, as with before, they called attention to it.

Her breasts were a bit fuller, her belly slightly swollen. She was pregnant.

When the realization came to her, Daenerys cancelled her meetings for the day and sent her handmaiden to summon Jorah to her. Daenerys waited in the water gardens for him, dragging her fingers along the surface of the water, clad in a loose blue gown to hide her developing condition.

[For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

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