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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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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.

A forehead kiss was not satisfactory for Daenerys. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, taking his lower lip between hers. Daenerys needed him inside her, but was not prepared to go so far just yet. As much as she needed him, she could not yet betray Drogo.

"He would kill you..." she whispered, vocalizing her true fear.

She consisted his offer and shook her head. "No, I will clean up. If you stay much longer, the Blood Riders will wonder where you are."

Jorah rumbled lowly into the kiss as he submitted to her desire willingly. His eyes were filled with hope at her words. "Not if I am cautious and clever." He whispered.

He gently brushed his thumb over her cheek as he leaned down to whisper into her ear. "If you never desire me again, I will be content if you give me permission to dream of you at night." He whispered lowly into her ear.

Daenerys kissed him deep, her arms wrapped around him as she held him close for just a few minutes more. She considered his thought, but shook her head.

"I can't...I can't take that risk, not with you," she showed her true concern then - that she would lose him. She wouldn't be able to handle it.

But...nor could she give her true answer on seeing him again. "...I want to see you...." she betrayed herself. "But it cannot be...it can't. Drogo will kill you."

Jorah could see and feel her desire for him. He understood how dangerous this was. However, he kissed her deeply again before looking deep into those violet eyes. "I promise to be careful. I will only come to you if there is an opportunity such as this. I also swear to only pleasure you as you desire, even if it is only with my mouth and hands." He whispered softly.

He then kissed her forehead tenderly. "I promise to not be so bold as to get myself killed. I could not live with myself if I ever caused you harm or emotional distress by being too bold." He said with a slight smirk.

She almost pushed him away when he kissed her. But his lips...they were rough and war-bitten but not so callous as Drogo's. There was a devotion in his kiss that made her weak in the knees, and she couldn't push him away. She needed him too badly.

"......come to me when it is safe..." she whispered, shocking herself with the order. "Do not get yourself killed, Jorah Mormont...I...I command it!"

Jorah felt a surge in confidence at her words. His eyes danced with joy, but he bowed low as he kissed the back of her hand tenderly. "As you command Khaleesi." He said before listening outside the tent and moving to slip out a side panel that contained a secret entrance. He made certain that he was not seen until it would seem like he was returning from the camp bathroom area. He worked on adjusting his clothes then, it was far less suspicious this way.

She watched him go and her eyes lingered on the tent flap even after he left. Then she quickly went about turning over and hiding the soiled leathers and pelts. Her dress would hide wetness easily, so she was in no danger. In the morning, after Drogo returned for the night and would likely claim her before going to sleep, the servants would clean the pelts and likely think nothing of seeing Jorah's release on the pelts amidst Drogo's. It was impossible to tell the difference, after all.

Return Drogo did, and there was no suspicion as he took her to their bed once again after he returned. He was rougher, far rougher than Jorah had been. It was then that Daenerys realized how much she preferred Jorah - and how deeply she cared for him. It was hard not to call out his name as Drogo made love to her that night.

Jorah returned to his tent and had finished washing himself off. He was very relaxed and had laid down to sleep. He heard Drogo return and dressed enough to step out of his tent to show respect to the Khal and his blood riders. He knew the Khal would claim his wife and he returned to his tent. He laid down and wondered if she was thinking of him or not.

Daenerys did indeed think about Jorah that night. She thought about Jorah each time Drogo took her to bed. And each time Drogo left for a hunt or passed out drunk from too much ale, Daenerys would meet Jorah in the night and took him to bed. Though she still, even after all this time, did not allow him to penetrate her. He was only permitted to use his fingers to fuck her.

Tonight was different. Tonight Drogo had taken her to their tent, had touched her and squeezed over her breasts, gotten her wet and wanting, only to pass out drunk from too much strong wine onto the pelts that covered their bed. Daenerys was disappointed. She was wet. She was horny.

Daenerys donned a hooded cloak - something simple to keep her hidden. She moved silently through the camp. Most of the Blood Riders were drunk, and she went unnoticed. Daenerys slipped behind the tents, behind the tent with slightly darker pelt - Jorah's tent. She knew the Dothraki celebrations didn't interest him if she wasn't there, that he would likely be sleeping.

She slid into the tent silently from the back. Sure enough, she found Jorah asleep. Daenerys stepped up to the cot that served as his bed, letting the cloak fall from her shoulders. She wore a sheer gown that could be seen through - her slender figure and perky breasts.

"Jorah the Andal..." she whispered, crawling into the bed beside him, letting her leg slip between his and she pressed into him slightly. Her hand slid down his chest, over his loose sleeping trousers to press over his cock. "My Jorah. Will you wake for me?"

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