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[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.

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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.

She would never fault him even if he did hurt her. Daenerys knew it was never intentional. Her fingers carded through his hair and pressed her forehead against his. As he sped up, Daenerys grew wetter, and felt him move easier within her. Her core was already tightening around him as she felt her climax mounting. "Jorah..." she whispered his name, moaning it really, as he continued moving within her.

Jorah felt her growing wetter and he also felt how much tighter she was growing. He returned the intimate touch of their foreheads pressing together as he continued what he was doing. He rolled his hips to shift his angle ever so slightly within her. "Daenerys...my Queen." He whispered as he felt himself on the brink. He would try to hold back until he brought her to pleasure first.

Daenerys arched her body and cried out as he rolled into her. Over and over again. Deep inside her; she wrapped her legs around his waist and kept him close. She looked up into his eyes and bit her lower lip. "So close....so close, don't stop!"

Jorah hummed and grunted lowly as he felt how that small shift caused her to have so much more pleasure. He did not stop, he continued until he could hold back no longer. He thrust a little harder than any other time and stayed buried deep within her as he filled her with his seed.

Daenerys cried out and moaned as he buried himself into her. Just as he released, her own core gave a sudden rush of carnal feeling that overwhelmed her. Heat rushed through her body and made her head drop back against the bed.

Jorah felt her reach her peak as well and remained fully sheathed within her. Gods did he love her. He slowly eased his weight lower before wrapping his arms around her and rolling. He managed to keep himself inside of her through the action. He wanted to freely her body fully pressed against his, but he fear he would squish her if he was on top.

His arms were wrapped tightly around her. He nuzzled his chin over the top of her head. "I love you." He said softly.

Daenerys leaned up and kissed along his jaw as he rolled them over. She cuddled beside him, moving to let him slide out of her so that she could lay more comfortably. She pressed her breasts to his chest and nuzzled against the crook of his neck.

She kissed along his neck and collarbone before looking up to him. "I love you too," she whispered, pressing her lips to his. "You know, it will be difficult leading a war effort if I become pregnant," she teased.

Jorah kept his arms wrapped around her protectively. He chuckled at her words as he continued to hold her close. "It would indeed. However, I will never promise you a weak performance when called upon to pleasure you my love. I will happily take your wroth and your joy should that happen." He said as he brushed her jaw with one of his calloused hands.

Daenerys loved how he held her so protectively. He held her in his embrace like a great bear. She chuckled and kissed him softly. "Oh no, I wouldn't expect you to do anything like that," she smiled. Daenerys brought her hand up to rest over his at her jaw. She loved the feeling of his war-bitten hands against her soft skin.

Jorah smiled as he relaxed against her, but continued to hold her protectively. She was indeed strong in her own ways, but he still wanted to protect her from everything. He continued to nuzzle her as she leaned into his touch. "Thank you my love, my Queen." He said softly.

Daenerys nodded a little, nuzzling into him and cuddling close atop the bear skin that covered their bed. The pelt was always something that comforted her and kept her warm; a hallmark of house Mormont. "So. When should we move on King's Landing?"

Jorah smiled at her question. He gave her a small kiss on her forehead in happiness. "See? You are a natural leader." He praised. He held her close as he considered her question. "We need to rally the North and make our way to claim the Eerie and the Twins. No one from the North will betray you. We can make an offer for those strong families along our way to either stand beside us, or be considered traitors and dealt with as such. Once we make those bold statements, our archers will need to shoot down every crow in the sky to prevent news travelling to your brother. We could then fortify ourselves and wait for your brother to act. With the whole of the North secure behind your back, you will command more men and land than your brother. We could send a trusted envoy to the Sunspear to make an alliance with Dorne. Then your brother would be surrounded." He suggested. It would be a wiser move to wait for the hot headed Viserys to attack them. He would be blinded by his rage to listen to wise council and demand his armies forward. The real problem would be whenever he chose to involve his dragons in the fray.

Daenerys nodded and considered his plan. He was the more militant of the two of them, she would be relying heavily on his skills and experience. Daenerys traced patterns on his chest as she lay beside him, her legs tangled with his.

"We need to find a way to separate the North in the meantime," she pointed out. "Crows can be killed but are harder to see in the dark. Also a single scout could escape to King's Landing and warn Viserys. Should we have one of my dragons create a wall of fire to separate us? It would look random enough to not be considered a military move, and it would completely cut us off from the south until we are ready to move."

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