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Jorah liked that surprised yelp from her along with how she curled into him afterwards. He set her down once they were inside and the rest of the guests streamed in soon after them. He removed her cloak and his own before setting his bearskin atop her cloak near their table. A symbol for what would happen later in the evening.

Daenerys smiled, happy to be on her feet again beside her new husband. As he removed her cloak she looked at him again with wide violet eyes. The same way she had looked at him the night before, she leaned up a bit, trying to give him a silent clue that she wanted another kiss.

Jorah smiled down to her. He saw her lean towards him wanting another kiss. He closed the distance and kissed her with a little more passion this time, but he kept his tongue within his own mouth for now.

As soon as the Prince arrived the feast would begin. Jorah was eager for the feast to end so that he could enjoy time alone with his wife.

Daenerys was too happy to have another kiss from her new husband. Her lips closed over his lower lip as he kissed her, and the people seemed overjoyed to see them both happy. When Viserys stepped into the main hall, there was much celebrating and rejoicing, eating and drinking. Daenerys made it a point to enjoy the abundant roast lamb and the assembled berry tarts.

But soon enough, Viserys wanted to see their marriage consummated and the calls for a bedding ceremony began.

Jorah enjoyed the festivities greatly. He sighed softly to himself Shen the bedding ceremony was called for. When negotiating this ceremony, he had only conceeded to a bedding if those who escorted them remained outside of their room. They could listen, but not stand in the room. He knew his bride was a young virgin and he did not want her to be watched by her brother during her first time.

He nodded to begin the ritual and his trusted men slowly swarmed around his wife to keep her safe from the truly drunkards who would attempt to grope her. He went along with the women who swarmed around him, eager to get to his wife.

Viserys had not been thrilled when the negotiations had been set for the bedding ceremony. He wanted things done his way, or no way at all. But in the spirit of the happy occasion, he had agreed to let those who escorted them to the bedding ceremony remain outside the room.

Daenerys was happy that Jorah's promise that only his trusted men would drag her off to their bed chamber would carry her off and touch her came to pass. Her gown and jewels were stripped from her form until they made it to the bedchamber and she was pushed inside along with Jorah. Odd, how she had been curious and anxious for this part, but indeed Daenerys was a true maid and knew not the touch of a man, nor how to really please a man no matter how she'd heard her brother talk about the matter. She found herself looking upon Jorah with wide, curious eyes, her cheeks bright red as she settled back against the bed, pulling up some of hte furs to cover herself.

Jorah was a rather large man in all aspects of his body. His cock was fully hard once he saw her beauty on display. There was a gentle smile on his face when she hid beneath the furs. There were many black furs on top of the bed to keep the bed clean from their consummation.

He walked towards her slowly and drifted his fingers over her exposed calf. "No need to hide my dear." He said tenderly.

Daenerys blushed at the sight of his cock, fully hard as he approached. She worried now that he wasn't so gentle and kind as he seemed. Daenerys looked up as he approached, but still didn't drop the bear skin that covered her.

"Have you...ever been with a woman before, Ser Jorah?" She wondered if he was as inexperienced as she, or if on the other hand, he made sport of women - like her brother had.

Jorah smiled gently at her before slowly raising her foot to kiss over her soft skin and up to the inside of her ankle. He looked up at her before answering her question. "I must confess that after a few battles in my youth, I allowed myself to get carried away from ale and I do have some experience with women." He said.

Daenerys blushed at the feeling of his lips working against her skin. She was not disappointed to hear he'd been with other women. But she was curious: "Do you often get carried away by ale?" She wondered if he drank himself into oblivion every night and took any harlot who appeared into his bed.

Jorah smiled as he shifted to kiss over her other foot. "I do not drink as much as I used to." He said.

He slowly kissed his way up to the inside of her knee.

Daenerys found her breath caught in her chest as he kissed up higher along her leg. She watched carefully as he moved. Surprised when she found she wanted him to move higher. "W...will you be faithful, husband?" it seemed a childish thing to ask, but hours after their marriage seemed as good a time as any. Outside the door she could hear yelling and calls for them both to do depraved and lecherous actions to each other.

Jorah saw how she was reacting and slowly trailed his fingers up the inside of her thigh and towards her core.

"I will always be faithful to you." He promised with absolute sincerity on his face and in his eyes.

She could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it put her at ease. There were no more questions that she had for him. Daenerys simply nodded a little, slowly. She reached down to him and brushed her fingers under his chin, tipping his head up to beckon him upwards. Daenerys let the bear skin fall away, revealing her bare body to him once again.

Jorah felt relief when she beckoned him closer and dropped the skin away. He slowly moved closer to her and pressed some of his weight down on her small frame. He could feel his length rubbing along the inside of her thigh, but he was going to go slow.

He kissed across her shoulder and up to her jaw. He slowly made his way to her ear before speaking softly into her ear. "I will go as fast or slow as you want." He knew the first time was going to have a moment of pain for her no matter how careful he was.

Daenerys settled back, letting him move atop her. The feeling of his lips brushing over her neck and jaw made her sigh in delight. She paused, considering both options before nodding a little. "I want...to ease into it," she admitted. "But I want you to enjoy it as well..."

Jorah smiled as he brushed his lips over hers gently. "I am already enjoying myself greatly." He assured her as he kissed her lips gently. He slowly began to kiss down her neck as his hands found her breasts to begin to knead them gently as his lips sought out a nipple to suckle on gently. If she wanted to ease into it, he was more than eager to slowly explore her body to be sure she was properly prepped to give her the least amount of discomfort.

Daenerys gasped softly against his lips when his hands teased over her breasts. When she felt his mouth wrap around her nipple, she gasped again, blushing as she looked down to watch him. Her own hands moved up, wrapping around him to keep him close. Daenerys trailed her fingers down his back, her nails dragging along his spine. "Gods..." she whimpered, arching her back to press her body up into his.

Jorah felt her arching into him and enjoyed that sensation. He stayed focused on her nipples since it was so enjoyable to her.

He then slowly began to kiss his way lower down her body. He was going to enjoy taking things slow with her tonight.

Daenerys watched as he trailed lower down her body. The lower he moved, the more she tensed, though in a pleasured way. She wanted to see him go lower, wanted to see what he would do next. Her fingers trailed up along his back, pushing through his hair a bit.

Jorah could feel how she was reacting and looked forward to giving her even more pleasure. He continued to kiss down her body before finally reaching the sweet spot between her legs. He kissed over her virgin slit before sliding his tongue along the wet folds slowly.

Daenerys had obviously never felt such a sensation before. Even at the kiss alone to her womanhood, she couldn't help gasping and the tremor of surprise and pleasure that rolled through her entire body. She breathed heavily a moment, but at the feeling of his tongue sliding along her folds, Daenerys moaned loudly. Her hips arched a bit, wanting more of his mouth, more of his tongue - wondering what other sensations he could draw from her with just his mouth.

Her strong reaction filled Jorah's eyes with pleasure and desire. He wanted to draw as many sounds out of his small bride as he could.

He brought one calloused hand up to gently part her folds so that he could lick over her entrance and more easily find her clit.

Another shudder raked through her body as his rough hand touched over her sex. With his tongue moving over her clit, and moving more fully against her entrance, Daenerys moaned out that much louder - then blushed, realizing that surely there were people listening at the door, waiting for evidence of the consummation of their marriage, and she was basically handing it over to them.

Jorah loved the sounds she was making and had every intention of continuing. He was growing harder and had begun to leak pre as he continued to pleasure her.

Soon his tongue moved to penetrate her as his fingers moved to stimulate her clit. He assumed he would bring her to orgasm at least once while preparing her for his large cock.

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