randomosity | [For Jorah] Under the Targaryen Banner

[For Jorah] Under the Targaryen Banner

The rebellion had been crushed.

The Baratheons were punished and Robert was beheaded for leading the charge against the Targaryen banner. Battles had been waged and fought all across Westeros, and luckily for the Targaryens, they had plenty of loyal supporters who fought for them. The Mormont clan were such supporters. Particularly Jorah Mormont, who was knighted by the King when the war was over.

But he didn't stop there.

Jorah's loyalty and devotion to the Targaryen banner was so great and his deeds were so admirable that the King took it a step further. He made Jorah Warden of the North, and sent his youngest child, his daughter Daenerys, to meet Jorah at Winterfell.

Another reward for Ser Jorah Mormont: She was to be his bride.

Daenerys wasn't sure how she felt about the North. On the carriage ride all she did was pull the furs about her tighter, to keep her warm. When they finally arrived at Winterfell, it began to snow lightly all around them. A Gold Cloak had been sent North to see that Daenerys was delivered safely, and he opened the carriage door for her to let her out.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Daenerys arched her body into his and her arms wrapped around him. She leaned up to kiss him hard as she felt her core tightening with his increased speed. Her body trembled beneath him and she moaned louder and louder with each thrust. She could feel tingling heat burning hard inside her, ready to burst at any given moment.

Jorah felt his body continue to speed up until he was on the brink. A few low grunts could be heard as he drove himself towards pleasure. With one final thrust much harder than before he reached his peak and spilled his seed within his wife.

As his thrusts grew rougher and faster, Daenerys pinched her nails into his back. She cried out against his lips as he drove into her again and again, until finally she cried out his name as her orgasm washed over her. Daenerys dragged her nails down his back as her core released in that rush of tingling heat.

Jorah felt the pinch of her nails and it seemed to extend his release. As they both came down from their peaks, he relaxed down onto her body, but remained buried within her for the moment.

He was breathing a bit heavily from the exhertion of that moment.

Her arms never released him, not for a moment. She kept him clutched close, her forehead pressed into his shoulder as she recovered. Daenerys glanced up to him and smiled softly, satedly. She nuzzled him gently, and already she could feel herself falling for him.

Jorah smiled down to her as he slowly slid out of her and moved to lay by her side. He offered an arm for her to use as a pillow if she so desired. He smiled to her, "You are beautiful when you smile Daenerys."

Daenerys shifted in his arms and rested her head against his arm, looking up to him with a slow smile. For a moment she just reflected on how fortunate she was to have him in her life - to have him for a husband. "You're so kind, Ser Jorah...and so handsome." Daenerys couldn't help fantasizing about what their children would look like.

Jorah smiled as he pulled her closer and gently kissed her forehead. "My father taught me to be kind, especially to beautiful women." He said as he looked into her eyes. "You are the most beautiful woman alive.". He said softly and reverently.

Daenerys' eyes lit up and she leaned up to kiss him softly. Then slowly and gently she pushed him over, climbing up on top of him, straddling his waist. She wanted to be on top. He had stoked a fire within her that she just couldn't quench on her own. Daenerys said nothing, she just leaned down and pressed her lips over his own.

Jorah enjoyed seeing her smile and was about to comment when she moved atop him. He stayed on his back and returned her kiss as he rocked into her, he was curious what she had in mind.

Daenerys kept her thighs spread, rocking against him. Her fingers slipped between them, finding his cock to rub his shaft carefully, playfully. To get him hard again for her. Then she kissed along his jaw, along his neck, nipping along his pulse point.

It was a very short wait for her to get him hard again. He rocked his hips up into her hand as she worked him over. He grunted lowly as his pleasure built from her hand.

Daenerys leaned back a bit, bringing her hands against his chest. Her hips arched up, and she positioned him so that his cock was at her entrance. Daenerys tried to slide down and take him in, but she was a true novice still, and instead Jorah's cock slid in front of her. But his shaft grazed over her clit and made her tremble. She liked it so well she did it again, rubbing her folds and clit against his shaft to send those sparks of pleasure rushing through her.

Jorah growled lowly in pleasure at her motions. He found the, what he assumed was unintentional, teasing to be very arousing. The fact that she felt pleasure from it as well just made this moment better.

Daenerys worked herself into a frenzy, rubbing herself against his shaft this way. Finally she couldn't wait any longer. Daenerys brought her hips up and took more time positioning his cock at her entrance before she took him inside and cried out as he once against stretched her walls. She sighed out his name as she just took a moment to adjust to the way he filled her.

Jorah was already leaking pre by the time she finally moved to slip him inside. He rocked up into her as he throbbed and twitched within her. The way she said his name was absolutely erotic and had him even more eager to see what she would do atop him. His rough hands slid up her thighs slowly until he reached her breasts that he began to work over slowly.

It had felt good to feel him slam in and out of her, but Daenerys was curious to try a few more things. She moaned out at the feeling of his rough hands moving over her body. As a reflex, Daenerys began rolling her hips in a circular motion. Allowing his cock to brush over every wall inside her. Daenerys again moaned and cried out his name, her arousal spiking.

Jorah rumbled lowly as she moved like that. He rocked up into her as his hands continue to work over her breasts and nipples. He enjoyed seeing how she was reacting as she moved atop of him.

Daenerys continued to roll her hips and body, chasing their combined pleasure. Her back arched to press more of her breasts into his hands. His rough touch was so strange yet so welcome over her body, she was greedy for more. Daenerys continued to rock her hips in steady circles, increasing in pace as she moved. "More...Gods, more..." she moaned.

Jorah growled at her words as his hands worked over her breasts as he thrust more eagerly into her as he felt his release approaching rapidly.

Daenerys began to roll her hips forward and back, faster and faster, her core aching to achieve release. Her movements bordered on the erratic as her core tightened and trembled around him. Finally she could feel that tingling heat rushing through her again, growing tight and ready to burst. "Yes, yes-!! Jorah!" she cried out as her climax rocked through her body. She leaned down quickly to seize his lips in a passionate kiss.

Jorah groaned lowly as he felt her moving faster atop him. When she claimed his lips, he growled as his seed burst from him to fill her with his seed once again.

Daenerys moaned at the feeling of his release filling her up. She rolled over slowly, letting him slide out so that she could cuddle next to him. Sated, satisfied, weary.

***

It had been a few days since their wedding, and Daenerys was slowly adjusting to the cold. Her brother had left, growing tired of the cold and lonely for his Kings Landing whores. So now, Jorah had told her of his interest to show her Bear Island, his ancestral home.

She had grown close to her husband, and her heart skipped whole beats when he was near. Daenerys found herself anxious to see her husband's ancestral home.

Clad in a thick, dark dress and a cloak of bear fur, Daenerys found her husband in the courtyard preparing for their departure. "Are we nearly ready to leave, husband?" She smiled, her violet eyes aglow with delight as she approached Jorah.

Jorah was absolutely thrilled about how excited she was to go to bear island. He was relieved when her brother had left and he was finally able to just enjoy spending time with his wife.

Everything was prepared for their journey and he turned to smile at her when she approached him. He kissed her chastely as he nodded his head. "We are indeed. Are you prepared my lady?"

Daenerys smiled and kissed him back. Then she in turn nodded and glanced to the castle. "I need only the luggage amassed in our chamber, but yes, I am ready and anxious to go."

Her hand wrapped around his, lacing her fingers with his as she looked up to him. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we conceived a child in the same place you were born?" She whispered.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject