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

All of the lords stood and cheered at her words. They began to chant and unite even more behind their young Queen. Jorah stepped forward as the celebrations continued. He went with his wife to sit at the head table as the feast began in earnest. Many of the lords began speaking of how many men (and some women) they could muster for this battle.

Jorah leaned over to whisper into her ear. "Hold my hand the whole evening. I will tap your hand once if you should accept their offers for command and twice if you should recommend a different honor than what they request." He said as he offered his hand for her to take. He would be certain to position their hands where it would be easy for him to do without the lords noticing. He knew she would be worried, and he also knew that she might not follow all of his recommendations. However, he wanted her to know his opinion without appearing uninformed of each lord's strengths and weaknesses before them.

Daenerys followed Jorah to the table and squeezed his hand gently. She smiled to him and whispered her thanks. Daenerys had learned quite a bit of the North from her time here, but there was still much she needed to learn. So the fact that he was offering to help her choose in a way that didn't undermine her meant all the world to Daenerys.

He truly wanted her to succeed on her own merit, not for his laurels.

Dinner had been prepared, thankfully it was a dinner of roast lamb and citrus chicken that Daenerys loved.

Jorah was a man of honor, he refused to do anything that would demean his wife who was in line to rule. He would use his knowledge and expertise when needed. However, his primary purpose was to help his wife to grow so that one day she could be a strong ruler.

He would nod his head in greeting to every lord who approached and would silently signal to his wife his opinion. After the final lord had made his offer, he slowly raised the hand he had been holding to kiss the back of it gently. He spoke lowly for her ears only. "I swear to be a loyal husband and your King consort for the rest of time." He said tenderly. He lived to serve his entire life. He could never rule and he knew that, but Daenerys...she could rule. He would do everything in his power to ensure her reign was strong.

Daenerys kept very close to Jorah, leaning into him slightly and nuzzling into his shoulder. She smiled when he kissed her hand and leaned up to hear him. Daenerys kissed his jaw before he pulled away. "And I swear to be a loyal and fair wife and Queen. I shall need your advice in the coming days, years even." She squeezed his hand and smiled up to him. "We'll do this together."

Jorah smiled as he took both of her hands to pull her close. "I will always be there to give it." He swore as he leaned in to kiss her forehead gently. "This has been a momentous night for us. We should retire before they truly begin their celebration." He said.

Daenerys nodded in agreement. "Indeed - and we shall have much to plan and move forward on tomorrow." She bid goodnight to the nearest lords and to those who had expressed the most support, then moved to retire to bed with her husband.

Jorah gave brief nods and respectful bows as he took his wife's arm and led her back to their chambers. He shut the door and pulled her into a deep kiss. "You were brilliant my love. You have a strong core of loyal men who will give you good council. Placing the young Stark girl on your council was far wiser than I would have thought. Giving her such high honor ties the Starks even closer to you." He said proudly.

Daenerys walked beside him and leaned up into his kiss, parting her lips and tilting her head to deepen it. "All thanks to you - I could not have gotten this far without you my love," Daenerys smiled up to him and leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank the Old Gods and the New that all is well and we found one another." She leaned up and kissed him again.

Jorah easily lifted her smaller frame so that she could better kiss him. He smiled when she pulled back and spoke. He kissed her forehead gently before pressing their foreheads together. "Indeed, I thank them every day for being with you." He said.

He set her back upon her feet before speaking again. "Shall we get ready for bed?"

Daenerys smiled, bringing her hands up to slowly, teasingly undo the laces of his tunic. She took his fur cloak and dropped it against the bed. Then her violet eyes were focused on his.

"Indeed, we should," she leaned up and parted her lips as they closed over his and she kissed him deep.

Jorah smirked when she began to undress him. He submitted to her kiss as his hands found the clasps on her shoulders. He undid them in seconds as the thin fabric she was wearing pooled around her ankles. He was still considerably more dressed than she was, but he was more focused on her than anything else in this moment.

Daenerys blushed but smiled as her dress fell away. She found the clasps of his armor and unclipped it, letting the chest piece drop away first, then his belt. Her fingers slipped to his trousers, untying the ties and letting them drop. Daenerys gave a little shiver, leaning into Jorah's bare body. "All this time and I've still not gotten used to the climate here. I'm so cold, love...won't you warm me up?"

Jorah's cock was already hard when she leaned against him. It twitched when he felt himself pressed up against her stomach. Her words were met with the smallest of grins. He tilted her chin up to kiss her forehead and trail down to her lips slowly. He spoke between the kisses. "I will warm you from the inside out." He promised.

Jorah lifted her easily as he kissed her deeply. He carefully carried them both to the bed and eased down so that she was on her back upon the warm fur she had placed there. One of his hands moved to a breast and began to gently massage it. The other slid between her legs to gently coax her clit out before rubbing slow circles over it.

His mouth remained over hers as his tongue slowly explored the inside of her mouth.

Daenerys kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, though she was significantly shorter than him. She chuckled against his lips at his words, and smiled as he lifted her up.

She rested back against the fur, her pristine silver locks a distinct contrast to the black bear fur. Her back arched to press her breast more fully into his touch. Daenerys gasped softly at the attention of his fingers between her thighs. Her legs parted to give him more mobility. Daenerys parted her lips to let his tongue inside to tangle with her own. Both hands came up to push through his hair, tugging gently as she leaned up to press her breasts to his chest.

Jorah hummed lowly at the pleasure of feeling her lithe body pressed up against his. The sight of her silver hair atop the black fur had his cock throbbing with desire.

The soft gasp drew another rumble out of him as his rough, calloused hands continued their work. The hand on her breast alternated between gentle and firm squeezes while also switching breasts. The other hand continued to circle her clit before sliding down to massage those soft, sensitive folds.

Daenerys arched her hips and tipped her head back, sighing in arousal as pleasure rushed through her body, from her core to the top of her head and the tips of her toes. Jorah made the habit of coaxing her pleasure slowly, building steadily to an intense release. One hand slid down between them and squeezed around his already hard length. Her fingers slid up and down along his length and her thumb trailed circles at his tip.

Jorah enjoyed bringing her pleasure slowly. In the end, it always left her very satisfied. That was always his primary goal. He rumbled lowly when she returned the favor by beginning to stroke his cock. Her hand would find him hard and twitching. As she circled the tip, he moved to slide two fingers within her slowly.

Daenerys gasped softly as he slid his fingers inside her. Of course his fingers never compared to his cock and how it spread her walls when he entered her, but his fingers were indeed capable enough and brought her intense pleasure. She found herself rocking her hips against his fingers in rhythm with the motions of her hand as it stroked over his hard cock. Daenerys, in the meantime, leaned up and kissed Jorah deep.

Jorah felt how she was moving beneath him and how she must have been craving more. He continued the slow motions of his fingers before hooking the tips to bring her added pleasure. He shifted his thumb to brush over her clit as he continued to build her arousal. He always preferred to give her at least one orgasm before entering her, unless she demanded otherwise from him.

He returned that deep kiss and parted his lips to give her the authority she desired in the kiss.

Daenerys bit her lower lip but couldn't help crying out when he hooked his fingertips. Her hips moved in slow circles as his thumb teased her clit. Already she felt her core seizing, growing tighter with each brush of his fingers. She couldn't wait, she needed more. "Don't...don't stop!" She whimpered. Then she cried out as her climax rushed through her. Not nearly so satisfying as when he entered her, but still. It was drawn out by him, and it felt incredible.

Jorah felt how she reacted and continued his work to pleasure her absolutely. He felt her reach her peak and continued his actions to draw out her pleasure. His lips slowly trailed up to her ear. "Shall I fill the desire that burns within you?" He asked softly. He would happily slip into her, but he knew that sometimes she enjoyed being atop him. Something he greatly enjoyed.

The words were barely out of his mouth when she felt heat burst within her. Fire seemed to course through her core and up her spine, making her cry out. Her climax overwhelmed her and for a moment she simply bucked against his fingers, over and over again.

Daenerys took a moment to catch her breath, then she looked up and kissed him hard, leaning into him more, pressing her bare chest against his.

"Yes...yes my love, fill me and quench the fire within," she begged.

Jorah smiled as he kissed the corner of her mouth. "No need to plead my Queen. Command me however you desire." He said tenderly.

He then adjusted himself to thrust deep within her. His fingers laced with hers as he began to thrust deep into her small frame. His lips found hers for a deep, passionate kiss. He would fill her until he was utterly exhausted if she demanded it of him.

She was hardly queen yet; still, he treated her as one. But, if she were completely honest on that point, he had treated her as such from the moment she'd first arrived at Winterfell. Daenerys felt her entire body react to his initial thrust, arching as she moaned aloud for him. The way his cock spread her walls and filled her up, every time she thought it a miracle that she hadn't split in half. Daenerys kissed him back, suckling on his lower lip while her hips began to grind against his, generating more friction between them.

In his eyes she was always a Queen. She came from royalty and he vowed to always treat her as such. He also was always very careful whenever he entered her. He was large enough that he made certain she had at least one orgasm before he would enter her. He never wanted to hurt her, especially not on accident.

He kept his pace slow until she seemed adjusted. He then picked up his pace to give her more pleasure.

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