[For Jorah] Secrets Beneath the Stars

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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 smiled and leaned into him. The dragons cooed and burrowed into the furs and leathers on the bed to keep warm. She buried her face against his neck and breathed deep his scent, his heat. "As am I." She brought a hand up and tilted his chin towards her so that she could lean up for a kiss.

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Jorah kissed her deeply. He brushed one hand over the side of her face and drifted into her long, beautiful locks. He could not believe she was so fair and here next to him. He truly was the luckiest man in all of the kingdoms.

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Daenerys brought both her hands up to cup his jaw and hold him in that kiss for a few moments longer. She leaned back and pulled him with her, taking care not to lie atop any of her newborn dragons. "Hold me," she whispered against his lips, pressing her body in against his.

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Jorah moved with her quickly. His strong arms wrapped around her petite frame and he kissed her temple tenderly. "Always." He whispered into her ear.

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Daenerys smiled and buried her face into his neck, kissing along the groove there. Her arms wrapped around him to keep him close. Despite the heat of the desert, she craved the heat of his body, wanting more.

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Jorah felt how tightly she was holding him and continued to nuzzle the side of her neck. His body was indeed warm as he held her tightly. "I love you Danaerys." He whispered. He finally felt he had a close enough connection with her to use her proper name.

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Daenerys paused when he said her name. Slowly a smile broke across her face as she replayed the sound of his voice saying her name over and over again. "Say it again," she whispered as she kissed his cheek and his jaw. She wanted to hear him say her name once again - that, and the words aloud that he loved her.

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Jorah smiled, "I love you Danaerys." He said more boldly. It filled him with pride that she wanted to hear him say that again.

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Daenerys grinned and kissed him hard. She pressed into him and wrapped her arms around him to pull him closer. She wanted him. She wanted to hear him say her name over and over again.

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Jorah smiled and returned that kiss. He rolled her onto her back and kissed along the side of her neck. He whispered her name over and over again as he kissed down to her breasts before his hands began to tenderly massage them. Her name was now a litany upon his lips. He would never stop saying it unless she said to.

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Daenerys sighed in delight as he kissed and massaged her breasts. "Gods, yes, Jorah..." she whimpered. Her body arched up into his, desperate for the feeling of his body pressed against hers. Daenerys reached under his tunic to push it up and over his head.

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Jorah felt a surge when she moaned his name like that. He helped her in removing his clothes. He tore his shirt off of her to kiss and worship her breasts directly. Gods she was perfect.

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Daenerys cried out softly when his mouth found her breasts. Her body arched against his to let him have as much access to her breasts as he wanted. The feeling of his mouth and lips exploring her skin was incredible. Even better now that she didn't have to hide it.

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Jorah would proudly serve by her side and give her council. He was growing so attached that if she ever pushed him away...he did not think he would have the strength to be apart from her. He continued to worship her sensitive breasts with love and devotion.

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Daenerys wanted him near her always. She never wanted to know a day where she didn't have him. Losing Drogo in the manner that she had made her realize how much she treasured Jorah and his love - how much she loved him in turn. Thus she was determined to keep him by her side and absolutely happy. She kissed him hard and let her hands roam along his chest and down his abdomen.

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Jorah moved up as she had silently demanded and returned the kiss with passion. He continued to worship her breasts with his hands as his covered, but achingly hard cock, rubbed up against her thigh.

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Daenerys sighed and arched her body against his. Her fingers traveled further down his body and into his trousers after feeling his cock brushing against his thigh. She squeezed his shaft and rubbed up along the length. She kissed and nipped along his jaw, caught up in the feeling of tingling heat and lust that rushed through her body.

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Jorah moaned at the touch before pulled his mouth back to look deep into her eyes. "I want to finish properly with you Danaerys." He said. He wanted to fill her and truly satisfy her as she deserved. With love, affection, and respect.

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Daenerys nodded slowly and kissed him deep. Her body arched against his, bringing him tight against her. "Do it," she whispered. "Enter me, fill me and finish within me." She begged, moaning against him as her fingers continued rubbing over his length and pushing his trousers down.

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Jorah smiled as he quickly removed his trousers. He kissed along her jaw before kissing her passionately and tenderly, but there was a hunger behind it that drive his hands to her breasts. He shifted above her before sliding deep within her with a low hum. Gods she was perfect. He set a steady pace, but rolled his hips to make certain he was pleasuring every inch of her. His hands moved up to lace with hers in a sign of love and respect as he made love to her.

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Daenerys arched her back to push her breasts more insistently into his grasp. Once he was atop her, Daenerys wrapped her arms loosely around his middle, and as he slid inside her, she cried out. Her walls clamped down around his cock and she arched into his touch. When his fingers laced with hers, Daenerys leaned up and kissed him deep as he drove deep inside her.

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Jorah moaned into the kiss as he set a steady pace of fucking his queen, his Daenerys. His fingers remained laced with hers as he made live to her. He made certain he added rolls of hisnhipsntonadd to her pleasure.

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Daenerys sighed in delight as he thrust deep and hard inside her. The roll of his hips let his cock hit every wall and sensitive point within her. Her fingers tightened around his and her body pressed up into his. She was openly expressing her love and desire for her knight, they didn't have to hide it anymore.

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Jorah felt how she was returning the motions of pleasure. Gods did he love the perfect woman beneath him. He continued to fuck her with a hint of aggression, but mostly gentle. He felt himself on the brink quickly. He kissed her deeply and gave her slender hands a gentle squeeze as his thrusts became slightly sporadic before he pushed deep within her and finally filled her womb with his seed.

He did not think about any differences between himself and her former husband. However, he did fill her with a large amount of his seed compared to other men similar to him.

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Daenerys gasped as he drove into her; Drogo had been aggressive to the point of pain. But Jorah was far different. She liked his aggression. "Yes, gods, Jorah!" She cried out. Her entire body spasmed with him as he came. Her core squeezed before suddenly releasing everything. Heat burst through her body and made Daenerys cry out for him. Her body bucked up against his and she kissed him hard.

She only knew Jorah and Drogo when it came to men. Daenerys was surprised by the sheer volume of his release. But the heat of it was incredible. She was surprised that none spoiled out of her tight core.