Daenerys could feel his cock twitching and throbbing within her. It was a strange, but satisfying sensation. Drogo was usually pummeling into her so quickly that she hardly felt anything except how he drilled into her.

Her core tensed and squeezed. Daenerys began to circle her hips, letting him hit each and every angle inside her. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning too loud. But she was close, she was right there, feeling all the tension and heat pool in her core. Rising, tightening, all the way up from the base of her spine. She was close. Why had she denied herself for so long?

"Close...close...." she moaned back.

Wait...he was close...that meant. "You mustn't-!" she gasped, but couldn't finish her sentence. She was coming, hard. Daenerys dragged her nails along his skin and cried out, barely able to stifle her voice as her orgasm crashed over her. Her fluids burst from within her, dripping down his shaft and against her thighs. She couldn't let him come inside her though...she couldn't risk getting pregnant and giving birth to a non-Dothraki child. They would know in an instant the child wasn't Drogo's.

Even if Jorah was a far greater and more skilled warrior. No, he would have to pull out and spill outside her walls.