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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 felt him hardening again inside her. With a soft smirk she squeezed her core muscles to clamp tight around his length, just to tease. But the grip he had on her breasts, she couldn't help whimpering softly in lust. "You will. You have. And our son will be proof of that."

The feel of her squeezing around his length like that caused him to get harder faster. He heard that lusty sound from her and his hands continued what they were doing. Normally, he would wait for her to decide she wanted something other than a ride. However, he was going to show a little aggression now. He made sure they were in the right position before rolling them so that he was on top of her once more.

He rolled his hips to stir himself within her as his hands continued what they were doing. His lips moved along her neck slowly as he grazed his teeth along the colomn of her neck to tease her.

Daenerys moaned and laughed softly when he turned them over. Her legs wrapped around him, crossing behind his back as he kept her so close. The rolling of his hips made her moan, and that motion combined with his kissing of her neck only made her noises louder. "Yes...Gods, Jorah..." thank the Seven he had loved her enough to return - what would have happened if he had not come back to her chambers that night? She didn't want to think about it.

No, they were happy now - they were together and would be forever.

Jorah felt a surge in confidence when he felt and heard her reaction to his initiative and aggression. He continued to roll his hips as his cock was once again fully hard and throbbing deep within her. His mouth had moved to the other side of her neck before he spoke with a low rumble in his voice. "Gods...you should have knighted me sooner...it appears to have improved my endurance." In the past they had eventually gotten to this many moments. However, this was the quickest that he has gotten to a third round without feeling tired.

Daenerys dragged her nails down his back, along his spine as he continued to roll his hips into her. She chuckled softly at his words before nuzzling his temple. "We're home, my love. We're wedded, husband and wife," all was right with the world. That is what made his endurance so much better, in her opinion. "And it is our wedding night, after all," she purred. She nuzzled against his neck and arched her hips to give him more ease of access.

Jorah rumbled as he continued to roll his hips before he began to thrust into her once she raised her hips up into him. His hands continued to work over her breasts before giving both of her nipples a firm squeeze as well before going back to her breasts. "Then I should take every advantage of spoiling you and testing your endurance." He rumbled. He would very likely have to use his mouth and fingers to truly wear her out this evening, but Jorah did just set himself a high goal for the evening.

Daenerys' eyes flashed at his words "Oh? A competition is it, my love? Very well, be it so!" She had been growing weary but she would hold out now for sheer stubbornness. Daenerys moaned and arched her chest into his touch, enjoying the pinch of his fingers over her nipples. Her nails scratched over his back and pulled him in close. "Oh Gods, my love..." she moaned softly. "Yes, don't stop!"

Jorah growls slightly at the scratches and does indeed continue the firm squeezes to her nipples. His movements to fill her slowly began to speed up as her arousal from his more aggressive actions encouraged him to move faster to please her. "I will never stop." He rumbled lowly.

He would never stop, never leave - and she would never stop loving him for it. As he filled her faster and faster, harder and deeper, Daenerys buried her face into the crook of his neck. Her teeth pinched a bit at his collarbone as she felt her core tightening around him. With another deep thrust, she gasped his name, and her core suddenly released in a rush of fluid and tingling heat.

Jorah had been building towards a climax but was not quite there when he felt her reach her peak. His cock did twitch as he slowed his pace a bit to draw out her pleasure. As she was coming back down, he switched back to his gentler side. One hand moved down to rub gentle, but insistent circles around her clit as the other gently worked over her breasts in turn and gently rubbed her nipples. His lips left a trail of soft, gentle kisses along her skin as he moved in and out of her slowly but ground his hips in a circle when he was buried deep within her.

Daenerys sighed and moaned once she came down from her orgasm as he continued his movements, albeit gentler. As he touched and teased her clit, Daenerys moaned and writhed beneath him. The circling of his hips was stimulating every wall, every surface of her core. Daenerys leaned up to kiss him hard, wanting to feel his release inside her yet again. She wanted him to impregnate her. She wanted to conceive. She wanted to have his child. His son.

Jorah happily returned that deep kiss as he continued to roll his hips into hers and stimulate her clit. He wanted to give her another orgasm before he reached another release of his own. He would have to continue with his mouth and hands if he had not made her tired after his next release.

He also wanted to plant a child within her, and hoped that he had tonight.

She couldn't have another orgasm. No - it was impossible. She'd go mad! Daenerys continued to moan and writhe as Jorah continued to move and tease her. She mumbled unintelligibly, how she couldn't go on, how mad she'd be if he continued - and yet she felt her core growing steadily tighter around him.

Jorah heard her mumbled words, but didn't sense any request from her to stop. His hand on her clit doubled it's efforts to send her over as he began to fill her faster as he felt himself on the brink of a release. With a low grunt he slid as far into her as he could get before releasing within her again.

Daenerys whined and moaned as he continued. Her core became so tight from his attention - too tight! This was too much, she couldn't handle this! Daenerys cried out for Jorah, a higher pitch than usual. But as he continued filling and fucking her, she felt that tightness began to slack, and suddenly, as she felt his warm release fill her up, her core released all the pressure that had built up. A second orgasm following the former so quickly, Daenerys couldn't help crying out for him long and loud.

Jorah heard the change in her sounds and felt how tight she was as he filled her. He also felt her release as he stayed deep within her to ride out both of their orgasms. He was breathing heavily as he kissed her gently and lovingly.

As she recovered from her intense orgasm, Daenerys leaned up to meet his kiss, just as gentle, just as loving. She kept her forehead pressed against his as she just lay there and breathed for a long moment. Surely they had conceived this night.

Surely, soon enough, they would have a son.

"I love you," she whispered softly, exhausted and weary but elated all the same.

Jorah smiled brightly as he returned that gentle kiss. He felt himself softening within her, but he did not want to leave her tight heat just yet.

Her soft words were met with a look of love in his eyes. "I love you Daenerys." He responded softly before he kissed her eyes gently. "You look tired, perhaps we should retire for the evening." He said with a little playfulness in his eyes.

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