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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 breathed heavily for a moment as her body continued to tremble and quake from the intensity of her orgasm. As he kissed up along her belly, Daenerys smiled and stroked his hair again, running her fingers down the back of his head and down his spine.

She wanted to carry his child. Daenerys wanted to feel her belly grow round as his child grew inside her.

Her arms wrapped around him as he came up and kissed her breasts. She laughed softly in lust and kissed his temple. Her body arched into his, enjoying the weight of his body atop hers.

Jorah enjoyed those sounds of pleasure coming from her and he looked forward to continuing to bring her pleasure and joy. He continued to focus on her breasts as he ground himself up against her thigh. He was hard and ready for her. Unless she ever expressed a desire for him to take control one evening...he would always wait for her to give her approval before filling her.

Daenerys, overwhelmed by the thought once again of Jorah executing the Lannisters, and by the memory of his battle with Drogo, did indeed want him to take control. Her body arched against his and her hips began to grind insistently against his.

"Jorah..." she moaned softly. "Will you...will you conquer me?" She begged softly.

She wanted to see the more animalistic side of him.

Jorah looked deep within her eyes at her soft request. He smiled and kissed her forehead tenderly. He then pulled back slightly as he shifted his mind set. His eyes still had a hint of devotion in them. However, his eyes were filled with pure desire. His hands immediately began to work over her breasts with far more eagerness. His lips found the side of her neck where he left a faint mark. He shifted one of his hands to move hers to his hard length. "Undress me." He rumbled lowly with authority in his voice.

Daenerys smiled at that last moment of tenderness. She never could have imagined that he would do so well at her command. The authority he exuded surprised her, aroused her. Daenerys eagerly began to untie his trousers to loosen them. Then her hands went to his shirt to pull it off over his head. She wanted more of his skin, more of his body pressed to hers.

Jorah loved hearing her moan like that. He wanted to feel her body pressed up against him as well. He tore her clothing off to press up against her firmly. His hands grew rougher with her breasts as his mouth claimed hers in a deep kiss. He wasn't going to stop until they both passed out from exhaustion.

Daenerys gasped as he tore her clothing away. She had never known him capable of such ferocity. But she loved it. He was the perfect combination of devotion and passion. She pushed his trousers down and bared him completely. Her arms wrapped around him and she returned his deep kiss. Her teeth even nipped his lower lip as she arched her body against his.

Jorah pressed his lips insistently against hers. He continued his steady pace of fucking her as he already felt his cock twitching and throbbing in need. His hands continued with their rough touches as his thumbs rubbed over her nipples. His tongue dove into her mouth to truly show her his dominant side.

Daenerys felt her walls clamp around him, her tight and wet pussy fitting him perfectly. As if they were made for one another. Her tongue tangled with his as her body pressed against his and her hips began to grind in rhythm with his thrusts. Already her body was growing tighter and heat was building hot and hard inside her.

Jorah felt how tightly she was squeezing around him. He pulled back from the kiss for air before growling her name in pleasure as he slammed deep within her and filled her with his seed. He felt like he might just cum for an hour either how powerful this release was. He immediately began pounding into her again as his release began to slow to keep himself hard within her.

Daenerys was shocked at the sheer volume of his release. She cried out as he slammed into her over and over again. Once she felt his heat flood her core, Daenerys bucked against him. All the heat that had built in her core suddenly burst, and fluid, carnal heat erupted through her body. Daenerys moaned out his name over and over again as wave after wave of her orgasm made her tremble and quake beneath him.

When he continued thrusting, Daenerys whimpered and cried out in arousal. She was at his mercy, and she lives every minute of it.

Jorah did not stop fucking and filling her with his cock and seed for the next four hours. He never fucked her the same way twice. They were always in a different position. He slammed into her and finally stilled as his cock needed to truly rest. There was a pool of their combined fluids soaking the mattress beneath them. Jorah was panting heavily as he slowly slipped out of her and rolled onto his back. He used the last of his energy to slip his arm beneath her and pull her in tight to his body. He wanted her to feel safe and secure in his arms when she slept. They should honestly bathe. However, he did not feel that he had the strength to carry her to the tub. His legs were exhausted. He doubted she could stand on her own at the moment.

Daenerys lay against him and breathed heavily as they recovered from their multiple orgasms. She cuddled in close to him and was soon sleeping, sated and warm, safe in his arms.

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After many months of work and manipulation, Daenerys had her army. She had led them to the city of Mereen, marking the roads with crucified masters as she went.

But the scent of their rotted flesh had made her dreadfully ill. Of course, everyone knew why. Daenerys' belly was full and round with child. It was difficult for her to move and progress with the soldiers.

Instead of riding on a horse, Daenerys was carried in a small tented caravan. She ran her hands over her belly as they moved into the city, shielded from the sun by the curtains.

Jorah was relieved that they had taken Mereen and we're entering to cheers from the citizens within. He was proud that she was so pleased to be carrying his child. However, there was one detail that bothered him. One that he finally felt the nerve to discuss with her tonight. He felt a little nervous about it, but also excited.

Daenerys could tell that something was tricking Jorah. He had not quite been himself during their travels. She worried he was unhappy that they were having a baby.

Once in the city and brought to the main pyramid at the center of Mereen, Daenerys and Jorah were led to the main chambers. It was then that she turned to him and looked at him sternly. "Jorah, something bothers you, tell me what it is."

Jorah saw the stern look and smiled tenderly. "It is a secret my Queen. I promise to tell you before we go to bed." He assured her. He did not want to begin the topic with her cross at him. "Now, why don't I draw you a bath and massage your feet?" He asked.

That did not satisfy Daenerys. She was not cross or angry, merely concerned. She took his hand and laced her fingers with his. "Jorah...something troubles hi, I want to know what," since when did they have secrets from one another? She didn't like that idea, not one bit.

Jorah sighed softly as he stepped closer to her and kissed her forehead tenderly. "You know how much I love you Daenerys. Let me pamper you a bit. I feel like I haven't had an opportunity to tend to you like I truly desire. I know that half of what I do you do not need assistance with. I just want to help." He said softly as he tenderly rubbed over her rapidly growing belly.

Daenerys sighed, unhappy that he didn't answer truthfully. But she had not the energy to argue with the stubborn bear. His child that grew inside her waned on her energy. She nodded slowly. "Very well, the heat of Essos does indeed make a bath sound appealing."

Jorah smiled as he led her towards a bath that had just been prepared before their arrival. He kissed the tops of her shoulders before slipping her loose gown down and off of her body. He then offered a hand to assist her into the slightly cool water. He moved to where her feet were and knelt down next to the tub to ease one of her feet out to begin massaging it thoroughly before washing it and repeating with her other foot. There was nothing but love and devotion written across his face.

Soon her bath was finished and he assisted her up out of the water and to dry her off. He kissed her tenderly. "Do you feel refreshed?" He asked her.

Daenerys sighed softly in delight as Jorah undressed her. The gown fell and pooled around her feet. With his help she settled into the bath and sighed at the cool, clean feeling it gave her. As he massaged her feet, Daenerys closed her eyes and nearly fell asleep. But once they were finished she stood and let him dry her off. She smiled to him, but clearly there was distraction in her gaze. "I do, thank you love. But indeed, I am still concerned with what you withhold from me. Since when do we have secrets from one anothee?"

Jorah chuckled softly as he led her to the middle of their room. "You always speak of what is on your mind. That is one of the things I love about you." He said before kissing her tenderly. He then sank down upon his knees and kissed over her growing belly. "I wonder if you are carrying a strong daughter or a son." He said as his hands moved over her belly slowly.

Daenerys pouted and gave a slight tilt of her brow. Still no answer. She followed him to their chambers and stroked her fingers over his hair as he kissed her belly.

"And, up until recently, you had always been open and honest with me. That was something I loved about you," she replied with some small amount of bitterness and sarcasm.

Jorah looked up to her with love. "That's because I haven't been honest with myself. I love you Danaerys Targeryn. I will love our child. I will always be by your side. I cannot stand by as simply your lover. I am woefully unworthy, but I want to be at your side as your husband. Daenerys, will you allow me the honor of calling you my wife? I wish not to rule." He said as his hands had shifted to hold hers.

Daenerys was totally surprised. When he had shifted to his knees, she had thought only of their child, as he had often knelt before her to kiss and lavish her round belly with attention. When his proposal came, Daenerys gasped softly.

Her fingers held his on instinct. She looked into his eyes, her own glassy with tears. Slowly she nodded her head.

"Yes...yes!" She cried out and threw her arms around him, kissing his forehead.

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