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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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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.

Jorah hummed lowly at her words as he moved to slide two fingers within her immediately at her command. They pumped in time with how his hips were rocking his aching length along her thigh. He had yet to undress himself further...yet.

His mouth and free hand continued to lavish her breasts with attention.

Daenerys moaned and her nails dug against the pelt beneath them as his fingers slid inside her. Her eyes closed a moment, imagining the rhythm of his movements and the deep curl of his fingers that he was indeed inside of her, fucking her into sweet oblivion. Daenerys moved her hips in time with his, feeling her entire body tighten and clench. Pleasure in tingling heat pooled in her core and began to move up along her spine.

"Yes...right there-!" She moaned as she felt his fingers graze her soft, sensitive spot and send more powerful jolts through her body.

Jorah heard how she moaned and was certain to curl his fingers within her to bring her pure pleasure as his mouth and free hand continued to work over her breasts. He made certain that his mouth and fingers would bring her a lot lot of pleasure, so that if she gave him the opportunity to fill her with his cock, he could truly send her over into a powerful release.

She wanted his cock. With each slide of his fingers inside her, filling her and stroking her, Daenerys realized how badly she wanted it. But she couldn't. No, that was too much. She couldn't allow herself to give in that much. That was too ultimate a betrayal of Drogo's trust.

For now she was satisfied. Daenerys felt her walls clamping, seizing around his fingers as she quaked. Daenerys felt herself coming undone, and it's all she can do to arch her body and cry out as she came hard. Fluid burst from her core, dripping down her thighs and coating his fingers. She moaned aloud and whispered his name over and over.

Jorah continued to satisfy her until he felt her go over again. He boldly loved one of her hands to touch his still covered cock in hopes of being given permission to have a release at her hands or within her. He wanted nothing more than permission to fill her and he was praying fervently to enough of a falter in her resolve for her to confess her true desires.

Daenerys was almost startled when she felt his cock against her palm. He was bigger than she expected. She moaned softly, wanting him inside her. But she couldn't. Her fingers slipped beneath his pants abs squeezed his bare cock. Slowly her fingers ran up and down along his shaft. Her body arched against his, mimicking the motion as though he really were fucking her.

Jorah moaned softly into her breasts as he felt her moving over his cock with her hand. "Please allow me the honor of filling you Khaleesi." He said softly. He desperately needed a release from how much he had done to satisfy her.

Daenerys blushed at his request, but her fingers never faltered. She kept moving, up and down, grinding her hips into his. A thin sheen of sweat covered her ivory skin as she touched him, stroked him. But ultimately, she shook her head.

"N...no," she whispered. "I cannot..."

Jorah was mildly disappointed that she did not desire him enough to want that. He continued to work on her breasts before moving to kiss along her collarbone. His eyes looked up to hers with longing and a hint of worry that he had disappointed her in some way. "Do you desire that I leave then?" He whispered softly.

He wanted her so much that he might die if she did indeed send him away now. Although, he was staining her hand with his precum that was leaking steadily from his cock.

Jorah was mildly disappointed that she did not desire him enough to want him inside her. He continued to work on her breasts before moving to kiss alon her collarbone. His eyes looked up to here with longing and a hint of worry that he had disappointed her in some way. "Do you desire that I leave?" He whispered softly.

He was staining her hand with his precum that was leaking steadily from his cock. It would not be long before he reached his peak.

She wanted him. So badly she wanted him. But she couldn't. Even as her hips moved so desperately against his to generate more friction. She couldn't betray Drogo that way. Bad enough she had another man in their bed.

"No, no! Please, don't go..." she whimpered. Daenerys needed more. But she couldn't feel him inside her, not yet. All she could do was stroke his cock, squeezing and rubbing her deft fingers along his length. Already she felt his precum coating her fingers, and she longed to feel his release over her hand.

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Jorah slid up her body more. His mouth was kissing over the side of her neck and moved up to her ear. His voice was a low whisper that nearly sounded like a growl. "Close...a little....more." Gods he wanted to feel her tight hear wrapped around his cock. He would not beg for a just once time. He would wait if that was what she wanted. It would be very difficult for him though.

Daenerys arched her body, further generating the friction between them. She was frustrated, wanting more, needing more. But she would have to settle for this. Her fingers squeezed and moved faster, desperate to feel him spill his release.

"Come...come for me, my Jorah..." she moaned.

Jorah groaned from the actions of her hand. He whispered her name on a breath by her ear as he reached his limit and came over her hand. He had completely ruined his trousers and she would likely note that her entire hand up to her wrist seemed to be covered in his cum. He was breathing heavily as his cock softened halfway. He did not go completely limp, but he would need only a moment or two to become hard and ready again...if she desired that.

Daenerys gasped as she felt his heat coat her hand. There was so much of it, she hadn't expected that. For a moment she just felt it dripping along her fingers. Then she lifted up and kissed him hard. Once she pulled back she ran her tongue over her soiled fingers. His taste was heady and thick.

She had never tasted Khal Drogo's cum, and didn't intend to.

Jorah was shocked to see her taste his seed. He impulsively kissed her deeply, not minding in the least the flavor of his own seed. He pulled back slowly from the kiss. He looked deep into those violet eyes of hers. "Have I fully satisfied you Khaleesi?" He asked softly.

Daenerys was startled by the kiss, but she kissed him back, deep and hard. She let her tongue brush over his lower lip. She held his gaze for a long moment.

"You've satisfied me...but not fully," she wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel his cock stretch her walls and fill her up. "But, to fully satisfy me...we can't. We just can't."

She shouldn't have even done this, as it was.

Jorah seemed disappointed in himself when she began speaking. However, when he heard why he kissed her deeply before brushing his thumb over her cheek as he looked deep into her eyes with love and devotion. "I love you Khaleesi. I hope that one day I might have the opportunity to fully satisfy you." He said softly before kissing her forehead tenderly. "I will go now. Unless you desire my help in cleaning up." He said. Even if he wasn't here, it would not be good if a mess was left for Drogo to see.

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