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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 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?"

Jorah was indeed asleep. However, he was dreaming of Daenerys atop him as he was finally able to fill her properly. His dream was so intense that he nearly did not notice her weight stop him. Those words made his eyes open slowly. He was quite hard already and the feel of her hand over his cock had him fully hard for her in seconds.

He kissed her deeply before pulling back and noting her flushed face of arousal. "How shall I service you tonight Khaleesi?" He asked soft and low.

Had he been dreaming of her? There was no way for her to tell on her own, but she loved the idea. Daenerys rubbed lovingly over his cock and pressed her body more insistently into his, returning his kiss and moaning softly at the taste of his lips and tongue.

"I want you," she whispered. Her fingers gave his cock a squeeze. "All of you."

Daenerys rolled her wrist and pushed his trousers down a bit. She kissed along his earlobe and whispered into his ear. "I need you. I need you inside me. Take me, Ser Jorah Mormont. That is what your Khaleesi wants."

Jorah did nothing to stop her and his cock sprang free of his trousers eagerly. He heard her words and his eyes widened a bit. He gave a nod of understanding. "As you wish." He whispered before kissing her deeply again. One hand moved to run over her clit to make certain she was wet. He found himself surprised at how damp she was already. He moaned into the kiss as he quickly lined up his needy cock with her core. He could feel the ring of muscles around her entrance. He paused just a moment to give her the opportunity to change her mind.

No more waiting. No more hesitation. No more games. She had denied herself long enough. Drogo couldn't give her what she wanted. Only Jorah could.

She felt his tip at her entrance, and with how wet she was, he slid in easily. Daenerys gasped at the feeling of his cock stretching her walls, and for a while she just enjoyed that sensation. Her hands found his shoulders and gripped softly as she began to rock her hips forward and back.

Sweet gods did she feel good! Jorah groaned softly as he felt her walls stretch around him. He was genuinely impressed to find her still quite tight. He felt her shifting above him and he began to rock up into her as he slid in a circular motion within her. His hands found her breasts to squeeze and massage them to add to her pleasure.

Daenerys leaned down as he caressed her breasts. Both hands came to his jaw to hold him in place as she kissed him hard. Riding Jorah was not like riding Drogo. Drogo was hard, callous - not unlike a statue. Jorah was warmer, more real. Daenerys bounced her hips in a steady rhythm up and down. Taking him in and letting him slide out just a bit before slamming back in. Already her core was tightening around him.

She could never have dreamed that he would feel this good.

Jorah groaned softly as she began to bounce atop him. He rocked his hips up into her to slide in deeper. His hands continued to work on her breasts to add to her pleasure and satisfaction. He was very happy to finally be filling her properly and to satisfy her completely.

His cock was twitching deep within her. He could feel himself approaching a release soon. "I'm....close...." He rumbled lowly. He did not want to release within her of that was not what she desired.

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.

Jorah felt how she shifted atop him and he did everything in his power to hold off his release as she clamped down around him like a vice. Gods help him he wanted to finish in her so bad.

Jorah used his strength to lift her enough for his cock to slip out of her tight heat. He set her back down to pin his cock between their bodies outside of her center. He moaned her name softly as the realization that she had released hard on him sent him over. His cock twitched as his large release spurred all over both of their bodies. He was breathing heavily as his release ebbed and his cock very slowly began to soften.

Daenerys cried out in surprise when he lifted her so suddenly. He pulled out, and even though she had achieved orgasm, she moaned aloud in disappointment. Part of her wanted to feel his heat flood her core and fill her up to bursting. But her more logical side told her this was impossible. She was married to Drogo, and if her child was all Andal, the Dothraki would know.

All the same, she moaned at the feeling of his release covering her skin. "Gods, Jorah..." she moaned as she leaned down to kiss him.

Jorah returned that kiss as his arms wrapped around her to hold her close. He felt how their bodies were pressed together and he made certain his arms were wrapped around her so that she could feel secure and safe there. He kissed her temple tenderly as he just held her close. "I love you." He whispered softly into her ear.

Daenerys brought her hands to rest over his chest. She buried her face into his neck and took in his scent. She heard the words, he had said them before, but only now was she truly hearing him. Daenerys looked up into his eyes and kissed him softly.

"I love you," she whispered back, hardly believing her own words, but it was true. She did love him. He was for her, and she didn't know what she would do without him.

Jorah felt his breath stop when she said those words. He had not expected to hear that from her, he was happy....but surprised. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead tenderly. "I swear to be whatever you need of me. I will always be by your side. I will obey any command you ask of me. Even if it is just for conversation." He said with a soft smile. He loved her, but did not want simply to be physical with her.

Daenerys listened to each and every word. She kissed his chin when he was finished speaking and smiled to him. There was a slight sadness in her expression. They were in love - that should be the greatest pleasure and happiness in the world.

But she was married to Khal Drogo. She would have to carry his child.

"Stay alive, that is what I require of you. That is what I command you to do," she replied. "And...if the time comes and the Gods deem it necessary...you must watch me carry Drogo's child..." it hurt her to say it. But they had to accept the fact. She didn't want to think of how it would hurt him to see her pregnant with another man's child.

Jorah smiled, but there was indeed a hint of sadness in his eyes at her full command. He kissed her deeply. "I swear to remain alive. I also swear to help you when that time comes. I will step in to act as a nurse maid if that will allow me to remain close to you during that time." He said honestly.

He would not hope for tragedies to befall her that would give him the opportunity his heart and body desired with her. He could not allow himself to be that selfish.

Daenerys kissed him, happy that he agreed and knew the position they were in. A thought occurred to her and she leaned in slowly. She dropped her voice even lower.

"If I asked, could you..." she bit her lower lip. "Are you strong enough, could you kill Khal Drogo,if I asked it of you?"

Jorah returned the kiss and was beginning to set his mind to this unspoken agreement between them. Then she asked him to be selfish for himself. He paused as he considered if this was actually selfish since she was asking this of him.

He looked deep into those violet eyes of hers and gave a slow nod. He leaned in to speak lowly into her ear. "What would draw the least suspicion would be very painful and slow for him." He said. He had a blade and a bit of poison. It would not be unheard of for the great Khal to have gotten a small cut or two in his raid. A mild poison would make the cut fester and kill him. Being a khal he would be too stubborn to heal a small scratch. Not a single Dothraki would be suspicious, but he would suffer. Jorah would not act in this way unless Danearys ordered it of him.

Daenerys could not bring herself to order Jorah to kill her husband. He could very well die. But nor could she stand the thought of letting Drogo suffer. She thought long and looked up into his eyes. "Would it be foolhardy to think you could beat him in single combat? If you challenged him and won, the khalassar would have to accept you as the new khal, wouldn't they?

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