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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 smiled as she slipped into her tent. Her eyes lingered on him even as he left, the feeling of his kiss still upon her cheek and hand. Then the flaps were drawn on the tent so that the queen could be dressed.

The gown was made of the softest silk and the most gossamer lace. The sleeves came down just past her wrists to lightly brush over her knuckles. The train was long but Missandei could manage carrying it alone. Daenerys' hair was pinned back partially and secured with a special pin in the shape of a dragon with a large ruby clutched in its claws. A fine, thin veil was put over her face and Daenerys was led out to the center of the camp. She nearly burst into tears, seeing Jorah so handsome in his new armor. But Daenerys kept strong and did not cry, but she couldn't smile any bigger if she tried.

Jorah felt his breath stolen away when she approached. She looked like an absolute angel as she walked towards him. The ceremony seemed to take forever, but also seemed to fly by at the same time. He finally removed the cloak of her house and placed his own upon her shoulders. When the septon reached the end of the ceremony, he raised the veil to look into her face with love.

He turned her towards the tree and they made their vows to each other and the old gods before he turned to face her again to kiss her. His heart soared as he was finally able to kiss her in public without having to worry about the whispers or rumors it would start. He pulled back after a few moments and offered his hand to walk her back down the aisle and towards the wedding banquet that was prepared for them. He knew the tradition of a bedding ceremony, but he decided to allow his Queen to make the final judgement on if there would be a bedding ceremony or not.

Daenerys couldn't take her eyes off of Jorah even as the ceremony progressed. It felt too good and comforting to be wrapped in the cloak that bore the sigil of his house. When he raised her veil Daenerys nearly burst into tears of joy.

She stood with him before the tree and recited her vows to him, then leaned up and returned his kiss. This was it. She could hardly believe it. They were married, husband and wife. They could do as they pleased now in public without fear of rumors. Eagerly she took his hand and followed down the aisle. She settled into her lavish seat and waited for Jorah to take his seat beside her. But she was not yet willing to relinquish her hold on his hand.

Jorah smiled as the feast began. He kept his hand around his wife's and danced multiple times with her throughout the evening. Soon enough a few began to call out for the bedding ceremony.

Jorah looked to his wife and kissed her gently before her blood riders and a few unsullied pulled her away to undress her as she was moved towards their wedding tent. Quite a few of the women, and her maids worked on undressing Jorah as he also went towards the tent set up for them.

They were both pushed into the tent, but no one else entered. The 'witnesses' would stand around the tent, but none would stand in the room itself. Jorah looked over her body with love and passion as he gently cupped the side of her face. He pressed his forehead against hers and spoke lowly so that only she could hear. "I will plant another son within you tonight." He said before scooping her up in his arms and kissing her deeply as he led her towards the bed to consummate their marriage.

Daenerys was not opposed to the bedding ceremony. It was important to her to keep such traditions alive. Besides, with the Unsullied she was handled properly, with the respect a queen deserved. They carried her to the wedding tent and gently ushered her in, completely bare with Jorah. She grinned to him as she glanced up to take in his form in the candlelight. His words filled her with hope and arousal.

She would carry a child again. Bring the baby to turn and have the heir the throne demanded and the child for which they so longed.

"Yes, my love," she smiled as she leaned up to return the kiss. Daenerys moved back easily and dropped back to the bed once she felt it behind her. She slid back to allow him room and beckoned him forward with a playful curl of her finger. "Come to me."

Jorah smiled as he crawled onto the bed as his rock hard cock slid along the inside of her thigh as he slid atop her. He drug his lips up the side of her neck before kissing over her jaw gently. His hands moved up her sides and arms to lace his fingers with hers as he lined up with her entrance. He then slid into her slowly and steadily as he kissed her passionately. He set a slow and stead pace, wanting to make love to her gently for the first time as husband and wife.

Daenerys sighed softly at the feeling of his cock moving along her thigh. Her head tipped back almost on instinct as he kissed along her neck and jaw. Offering more of her skin. Wanting more of his lips. Her fingers squeezed over his hands as he slipped inside. Daenerys parted her lips to kiss him back, moaning softly against his lips as he made love to her.

Indeed, their first time as husband and wife.

"I love you," she gasped softly for him. "You fought for me...you won, for me..."

Jorah rumbled lowly at her words as he continued to slowly and steadily fill her. For once he didn't care about the eyes and ears around the tent, his world was entirely focused on her and this moment. He kissed her nose gently, "I love you and would have done 100 tests to earn your hand had you asked." He rumbled as he began to roll his hips to fill and stimulate all of her with his cock. He wanted to fill her with absolute pleasure as well as his seed.

Daenerys arched her body and moaned aloud when he rolled his hips. Her arms wrapped around him and pulled him down harder against her. "Never leave me," she begged. "Never leave my side again, be with me forever." Even as she begged, she could feel her body tightening and twitching all around his cock as he slipped in and out of her tight wet core.

Jorah kissed over her jaw and neck as his hands squeezed hers as he heard her pleas and he continued to fill her steadily. His lips found her ear and he spoke lowly and lovingly. "To the end of time my heart." He said as he sped up his pace slightly. He could feel how close she was getting and he wanted to give her pleasure so that the 'audience' would be dismissed.

He nibbled at her ear. "Cry out my love. Let them hear how well I pleasure you." He rumbled as he rolled his hips as his pre began to leak out steadily into her body.

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.

Jorah felt himself on the brink of a release at her words. Gods she was absolutely irresistable! He growled her name with a roar of love and passion as he thrust into her to release his seed deep into her womb for the first time as her legal husband.

As he continued to thrust into her and he cried out her name, Daenerys cried out herself and she went over right with him. Her core fluttered before squeezing tight and releasing suddenly around him. Fluid leaked from within her as she cried out his name again, cumming with him and solidifying their union.

It took her a long moment to reclaim her breath. She dropped back against the bed before looking up at him. Daenerys smiled before kissing him hard again. Already she could hear the footfalls of the people leaving from around their tent.

Jorah returned that deep kiss as he rested up against her lovingly. He also heard the unsullied dispersing the crowd as he nuzzled into her neck and kissed along the soft column lovingly. "I love you Daenerys. My Queen and love of my life." He said softly into her ear.

Daenerys slipped her hands from his and wrapped her arms around him, pulling Jorah close against her. She kissed his temple and ear softly, sighing contentedly. "As I love you, my Jorah, my knight, my dearest heart, my love."

Jorah's heart swelled with pride when he heard that. He nuzzled into her as one hand moved to run through her silver hair lovingly. He kissed her forehead gently before looking into those eyes of hers. "Let me plant a son within you my heart. One to ride beside us on Dragonback and to be the heir to the throne." He said softly but lovingly.

Her violet eyes glinted in love and devotion as he spoke. She leaned up to kiss him softly and smiled wide up at him. "Yes, yes my love. Take me again, let me conceive. And I will deliver you a son - we will have a son. A son to be the image of his father."

Jorah felt his cock twitch deep within her at those soft, sweet words. He nodded his head as he rolled his hips to stir their combined fluids before kissing her forehead again. "An image of his father with the strength and wisdom of his mother." He said before kissing her deeply and passionately as he began to rock his hips and once more move within her.

Daenerys moaned softly as Jorah rolled his hips inside her. That had been two human children that she'd lost, she was anxious to be pregnant again. But her time with Drogo had also made her anxious and strong. She clamped her thighs about his hips and rolled to flip them over, so that she mounted atop him and smirked down to him, pressing her hands against his chest.

"The strength of his mother indeed," she teased as she began to roll her hips astride her new husband.

Jorah felt her legs squeeze him and he moved with her as he allowed her to roll them both over. He thrust and rocked his hips up into her as she began to ride him. His hands slid up her body slowly to give her breasts gentle, but firm squeezes as his eyes watched her. "Gods you are beautiful." He rumbled in awe.

Daenerys liked to think of herself as a superb rider after her time with the Dothraki. She bounced up and down, letting Jorah slide in and out over and over again. It felt so good, having him inside; she felt complete. His hands st her breasts made her moan and cry out for him. "So good...you feel so good," she moaned aloud.

Jorah groaned when she rolled into him like that and rode his cock. His hands continued to fondle her breasts and tease them as she continued to ride him with her expert skill. "As do you my heart. You are absolutely fantastic." He groaned as his hips rocked up into hers to fill her even more.

Daenerys cried out and leaned down, simultaneously bringing her hands down to pull him up gently to kiss him. Her hips continued their movements, rocking forward and back and even trailing in circles to let him hit every angle inside her. "My love, my bear knight-" but no, he'd been given a new title, hadn't he? Daenerys couldn't help laughing softly against his lips. "My dragon knight."

Jorah leaned up and kissed her eagerly and lovingly. His hands continued to worship her breasts as he rolled his hips in the opposite direction she was moving her hips to stimulate her even more. At her words he smiled as he kissed her deeply before testing a little and lightly nipping at her lower lip to see how she would react. "Should I become more aggressive with my new title?" He rumbled teasingly as he gave a small thrust into her to go a little deeper into her sweet core.

Daenerys yelped in surprise when he nipped her lip. But she enjoyed it. She wanted more of that aggression indeed. Daenerys leaned in and met her forehead with his, smirking down at him. "So my bear does indeed have some bite, I love it," she laughed softly in lust before kissing him again and moaning loudly as he thrust up into her, deeper. Her fingers pressed into his shoulders as she continued to ride him. She felt her body growing tighter, ready to go over into her orgasm again with him.

[For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

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