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[For Jorah] Secrets Beneath the Stars

Daenerys Targaryen had been married to Khal Drogo for some months now. She'd adjusted to the life of a khaleesi very well, but Daenerys was not drawn to her wedded husband. He was hard, unyielding and unfeeling. Khal Drogo knew nothing of softness and compassion - the Dothraki had no use for such things. While Daenerys valued a man of strength and a commanding presence, she also needed that soft touch every once in a while.

She found solace in Jorah the Andal.

He was kind, and they spoke often of the Seven Kingdoms and the world she had been forced to leave behind. The world she would retake when she returned to Westeros. Daenerys was happy to be able to have that kind of intellectual stimulation in Jorah Mormont.

But more and more lately, she found her eyes lingering upon his form longer than they should. She found herself wondering what it would be like to peel back the dusty layers of his clothing and leathers to let them fall to the sand beneath their feet. It was those times that she separated herself from him, fearful of what she might do or say. There was many a night that, as Drogo fucked her and even afterward, she thought of Jorah and what it would feel like to lie beneath him or sit atop him. But of course she was married and could not entertain such a thought - Drogo would likely kill Jorah for Daenerys even thinking of it.

So she said nothing, and focused on minor day-to-day tasks. This particular evening, Khal Drogo and the majority of his men had ridden out for an evening hunt. Daenerys sat outside her tent, and couldn't help watching with interest as Jorah sparred with one of the few men who had been left behind. She could see how his shirt was drenched in sweat and clung to his muscular form. Daenerys excused herself and retired to her tent after watching the exchange for a long while. She felt her control slipping.

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Daenerys gasped as he pulled her closer. She looked up to him and moaned softly as her lips brushed against his while he spoke. Daenerys considered his words, but again shook her head.

"I am khaleesi, I must set an example," she replied. "I must be true and loyal to my husband."

A husband who hurt her, yet promised her the world. More than. Anything she wanted to give in, but she couldn't. Daenerys looked to him again.

"Drogo would kill you, at any rate, if he found you here."

Jorah heard the moan and his hands firmed their grip as he kept her pulled up against him. His lips were kissing along the side of her neck as he listened to her speak.

His lips were on her ears. "We will hear his return long before he gets to this tent. I can be gone well before he arrives." He said softly. "Why should you deny yourself Khaleesi? It is not right for you to have unsatisfied desires." He said.

He was very hard for her and knew that she could feel his length pressed against her belly.

Daenerys kept her body close to his even as she tried to push herself away. Her violet eyes focused on his exposed chest and the curve of his lips. "I..."

It was wrong. She shouldn't do this. She shouldn't want this.

"This isn't right," But even as she whispered it, her lips were closing over his.

Jorah felt her trying to push away. However, her lips closing over his was all of the encouragement he needed. He returned the kiss with passion as his hands moved down to cup her ass as he pulled their bodies even tighter. He knew this was wrong, but he didn't care. His Khaleesi was attracted to him and he would be a fool not to take this opportunity.

Daenerys couldn't stop herself. She'd been watching him for weeks, pining for him and dying for want of his touch. She needed more. Daenerys kissed him with all her pent up desire. She felt his hard cock pressing against her belly and sighed at the size. Drogo was big, but...was Jorah bigger? Or was she imagining it?

Daenerys wrapped her arms around him, surrendering to her desire. Just this once, she convinced herself, and her hunger would be sated.

Jorah felt her melt into him and he lifted her slightly to carry her back to her bed. He was going to make the most of this moment and be certain that he pleased her very thoroughly.

Daenerys gasped slightly as he lifted her to carry her to bed. When he lay her down, she leaned up against him and moaned at his taste. Her tongue brushed over his lower lip, craving more. Already she was pleased, already she was greedy.

Jorah smirked at that sound. He continued to kiss her as he set her on the bed and his hands moved to her breasts to squeeze and knead them gently. His mouth moved to kiss over her jaw and neck lovingly and tenderly. "Allow me to spoil and pamper you Khaleesi." He said lowly.

He fully intended to pleasure her with his mouth first. He highly doubted she had experienced that before.

Daenerys sighed at the feeling of his hands working over her sensitive breasts. Even through the fabric the sensation of his fingers against her breasts made her cry out softly. But she had to be careful, she couldn't alert the others.

"Proceed," she whispered.

Jorah gave a smile when she spoke. He looked up at her with awe and devotion. "Thank you Khaleesi." He whispered.

He began to kiss down her body slowly as his hands moved to pull the thin material up to expose her fair skin beneath. He finally reached between her legs and kissed over her core tenderly before licking over her folds to get her nice and wet.

Daenerys sighed as he moved the fabric up her body. On instinct she reached down to run her fingers through his hair. His kisses made her sigh, but the licks and feeling of his tongue against her folds made her cry out sharply. Her hand flew to her mouth to silence her cries, lest they be discovered.

Jorah felt emboldened by her sighs of pleasure. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it to her to use as a way to muffle herself if she so desired. He continued his licking before moving to focus his attention on her clit. He would suckle there to see how much her toes would curl from the situation.

Honestly, he would get into less trouble being caught in this position than if his cock was buried to the hilt within her.

Daenerys pouted as he peeled of his shirt. She had longed to remove it herself. To feel his muscles and skin beneath the fabric. But the shirt was a welcome alternative to muffle her noises. She arched her body down, knees bent and pressing slightly against the sides of his face with her thighs. Daenerys bit down on his shirt, savoring the scent of his skin and stay in the fabric as she moaned. Shocks rushed through her core from his efforts at her clit. She felt as if she would burst.

Jorah saw the pout, but in all honesty she would have ample opportunity to peel more of his clothes off if she truly desired that.

Jorah continued what he was doing and added a few low rumbles and light suckling to intensify the stimulation to her and send her over into pleasure. He was being honest when he said that he wanted to spoil and pamper her.

Daenerys had never felt a man between her legs before. Drogo was not one to submit himself, unless she were riding astride him. So this whole sensation was new. New and incredible. Daenerys moaned and cried out against Jorah's shirt as her hips began to grind in reaction to his motions. Her entire core and walls were tightening, squeezing. She gasped and felt her hips begin to buck and grind erratically.

"Jorah..." she whispered his name, her nails dragging over the animal pelt that served as her bedsheets. Until it was too much - her climax came upon her so quickly it was impossible to warn him. The tension within her burst and sent sparks and tingling heat rushing through her. Fluid burst from her core and wanting pussy, coating his chin to make it slick with her juices.

Jorah smiled when he heard her whisper his name like that. He did not stop his actions as he felt her moving more beneath his actions. He felt her gush over his face and eagerly drank down her sweet essence. Gods it was worth the risk for this reward.

He was certain to lick her clean before kissing over the top of her folds and up to kiss over her belly button. He continued to kiss up her body until he reached her breasts and he kissed over them through the thin fabric she was still wearing.

Daenerys let his shirt fall from her grasp when she came down from her orgasm. She breathed heavily, trying to recover her breath, but Jorah seemed intent on keeping her breathless. Daenerys whimpered in arousal as he moved up her body and trailed kisses along her skin. When she felt his lips and tongue over her sensitive nipples, even through the fabric of her gown, Daenerys gasped. It was a strange, wonderful sensation that had her entire body tingling.

Both arms wrapped around his back, feeling the muscles beneath his skin and trailing down along his spine to find his pants. Her fingers slid beneath the fabric and gave his ass a teasing squeeze to keep him pressed close.

Jorah was pleased to feel how she kept him pulled close to her. He noticed that her breasts seemed to be quite sensitive indeed. He continued to work on those to really build up her pleasure again towards another orgasm.

He very much doubted that her husband never attended to her pleasure.

Drogo had never made love to her. He'd fucked her, but never had he been so kind and slow and tender with her. When they joined in bed, it was for mutual orgasm. Here, now, Jorah seemed completely devoted to her. Completely devoted to bringing her to pleasure with little consideration for himself.

Her body arched, offering more of her breasts to his mouth. Wanting more, needing more.

Jorah felt how she arched beneath him. He worked on getting her bared. He continued to focus on her sensitive nipples to bring her pleasure. He would not stop until she asked, and he would not dare slip inside of her without her express permission. He would not be that bold without her consent. He loved and respected her too much to do that.

Daenerys writhed beneath him, arching her body and rubbing her hips against his in an effort to achieve her heightened pleasure. She needed more. Daenerys brought her hands up and squeezed his powerful arms. Her body quivered as pleasure pooled as tingling heat in her core.

One hand found his, and guided it further south to the junction between her thighs. Letting him feel how her pussy dripped for him and how much she desperately wanted him.

Jorah felt how she was writhing beneath him. His cock was achingly hard and throbbing as it rubbed against her upper thigh. He wanted to slip within her so badly. His hand found her folds and his eyes looked up to meet her violet eyes. His eyes were clearly asking permission to free his cock to fill her, it was obvious to him that she needed more.

Daenerys gasped at the feeling of his rough fingers over her folds. At that expression from him, her leg came up between his legs and she rubbed her thigh over his hardening cock. She bit her lower lip as she looked down and met his gaze. Her hand guided his fingers, pulling two of them to press against her sensitive, throbbing clit. She gave no answer to his silent plea - she gave no permission yet to allow him to loose his cock.

Jorah's fingers immediately began to rub in circles over her clit. He was not going to stop his pursuit of pleasuring her, even if she did not give him permission to fill her with his cock.

He would not simply claim her like the Dothraki. That was not the way of Jorah the Andal.

Daenerys arched her body as she felt his fingers working over her swollen clit. She continued to writhe, moaning softly while her face contorted in pleasure. Each circle of his fingers sent sparks of hot, sharp arousal through her core and up her spine. "Jorah..." she moaned. "...inside," she begged.

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