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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 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.

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.

Jorah said her name softly like a prayer when he felt her reach her release as well. Gods it was incredible to finally fill her with his seed like he had wanted to for so long. He remained within her for a few moments before looking deep into her eyes. "I love you Danaerys." He said before kissing her tenderly.

Daenerys leaned up and nuzzled against him. Her walls remained clamped around him for a while longer, fluttering and steadily loosening. She kissed him deep and looked into his eyes. "I love you too, Jorah Mormont. Will you remain by my side? For now, and for always?"

Jorah smiled as he nodded his head. He looked deep into her eyes with love. He tenderly brushed his thumb over her cheek. "I swear to be by your side for all of eternity." He swore to her with absolute love in his eyes and voice.

Daenerys smiled and cuddled in closer to him. She kissed along his jaw. Then the gravity of it all sank in. The Khalassar would look to her for instructions and orders. She would need to figure out what to do moving forward. "...what comes now? What are we to do?" She knew what she wanted; she wanted to return to Westeros and claim the Iron Throne. But to do that, she would need a larger army.

Jorah smiled to her before he heard her worries. He tightened his jaw for a moment before he thought of an option. "We must go further east. To the slaver cities. You could buy an army of unsullied to grow your strength." He suggested. He knew what she wanted and knew she would need a stron military, not just a band of sell swords.

Daenerys looked worried for a moment, and looked up into his eyes. "Buy? With what money? What have I to offer the merchants?" Then another thought occurred to her. "How could I purchase another living person? That's not right..."

Jorah saw the concern in her eyes and shifted to his side to hold her. "You do not approve of slavery?" He asked her softly.

Daenerys curled into his side and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "I...I do not," she replied. "I know you...that you used it as a form of income for a time, but still. That is not you anymore. And I will not suffer slavery in my kingdoms."

Jorah held her closer and kissed her temple. "If that is what you desire then that could be how you begin to build your army. However, a few units of Unsullied would go a long way towards giving you military strength." He said. "They are very well trained in war, they are excellent at following every order to the letter. Not even the greatest army in Wedtros can brag about having an equal amount of discipline in their armies." He said.

Daenerys considered his words and his suggestion. She cuddled in close and nodded slowly. "On my own terms, perhaps."

She looked up and kissed over Jorah's strong jaw. "But you will be by my side the while time, won't you?"

Jorah smiled. "I would have it no other way...Daenerys." He said tenderly. He smiled widely as he kissed her forehead tenderly. "Death could not part me from you." He said.

Daenerys smiled and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around him to pull him in tight against her. She needed to feel the pressure of his body. He said he would be beside her, but she needed to feel it more than anything.

Jorah quickly moved to press against her more fully. He would not hesitate to be closer to her if that was what she desired.

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They had survived crossing the vast deserts and they had just been invited into Qarth. Jorah knew she had bloodriders ready to protect her, but he was concerned about possible assassins in this city. He had returned with some sweet wine for them to share with the good news he had just learned. He bowed as he entered their tent. "Khaleesi, I have learned some wonderful news from Westeros. The usurper Baratheon has been slain by a boar and his eldest son was poisoned by his own uncle at his wedding feast. There remains one daughter and a young boy with their Queen mother. There are rumors of a war against what remains of the Stark clan against her. Perhaps your enemies will destroy each other completely by the time we acquire a military and ships." He said with hope.

Daenerys had settled into their tent when they arrived in Qarth. One of the merchants of the city had offered to let her stay in his home, but she wasn't certain if he could be trusted. She was still juggling his offer when Jorah arrived with sweet wine. She smiled and turned to him when he entered.

When he gave her news of the Usurper Baratheon, Daenerys' violet eyes went wide and she looked up to him. "By a boar? Gods..." she brought a hand to her mouth and shook her head. "Well...serves him right, I only wish that I could have brought him down myself." But he was right. Perhaps her enemies would kill each other long before she returned to Westeros.

"Then the people will have need of a monarch to look to," Daenerys surmised.

Jorah smiled as he nodded his head in agreement. "That is right. A long lost Queen to reclaim her family's throne." He said as he moved close to her and press up lightly against her.

Daenerys smiled and leaned in to kiss him deep. She reached up to the wine he'd brought and looked up into his eyes. "Then I think a celebration is in order, don't you?"

Jorah smiled as he eagerly returned that deep kiss. His eyes followed her with open desire as he moved to open the wine. "Indeed it is. I am not certain that there is enough wine to properly celebrate with." He said as he began to pour the wine.

Daenerys smiled and held a cup that he filled with the wine. "True enough," she agreed. "But the battle is not won just yet. We shouldn't get too far ahead of ourselves." She held her cup out in toast. "To us, and the destruction of those who stand against us."

Jorah raised his glass in toast to her. "To us and the defeat four enemies." He said with a smile. He took a sip with her before smiling to her widely.

Daenerys took a sip of her wine and smiled as she settled into his arms. She kept the small cup at her lips, taking in the sweet scent of the wine. Daenerys took a sip and stood up, kissing him again and letting him drink the small amount of liquid from her own mouth.

Jorah smiled before drinking that wine from her lips. He then continued to kiss her as he remained pressed up against her even more boldly.

Daenerys set the cup down on the nearest table and wrapped her arms around him, savoring the taste of wine between their lips. Her body pressed up against his as she leaned back, breaking the kiss slowly. "So then...who sits upon the Iron Throne now?"

Jorah did follow after her, but stopped when he realized she wanted to speak. His eyes glittered in delight at her question. "The young son who remains. It is said that he is barely a man and that those around him rule. However, he does wear the crown and sit upon the throne for the moment." He said.

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