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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 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.

Jorah looked up at her and smiled in relief at her answer. He stood and kissed her deeply. He was beyond overjoyed that she had agreed. Gods he had been worried that she might have said no to him. He held her close, but not so tight as to possibly cause difficulties for their child. "Shall I find someone to wed us today?" He asked with a teasing grin.

Daenerys kissed him back, tears of happiness streaming down her face. She kissed along his chin and jaw as he asked his question. Daenerys smiled and nodded. "I should like our child to be legitimate and not a bastard." Her hands came to his jaw and she kissed him again.

Jorah smiled as he kissed her once more. He pulled back slowly. "I will be back soon. Shall I send Messeni in to assist you my love?" He asked. All traces of worry were gone. He was excited and moving like a far younger man in his excitement.

Daenerys smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I shall indeed need a gown to be wed in, send Missandei and make the arrangements!" She smiled, happy to see him back to his old self.

Jorah smiled as he kissed her again. "I will wed you before the sun goes down." He swore as he kissed her again before moving to the door to send the young Missandei in and going out to find a Septon. He wanted them to be joined Westrosi style if possibly, to solidify their legitimacy and assist her with retaking her throne.

Daenerys smiled and kissed him again over and over before she finally let him leave. When Missandei arrived, they went through Daenerys' clothes and put together a fine white outfit. They were limited in their options considering her pregnancy. But they managed all the same and waited for a messenger from Jorah.

The messenger came in an hour. He reported that there was a fine celebration ready for her to attend. He led her to the top of the pyramid on a wide balcony. Her captain Grey Worm from the unsullied was there as a witness along with the only priest he could find. A red priest who used to be a sept. At least he could incorporate some of the traditions. Grey worm offered a cloak with the Targaryn colors in it and a second officer held a cloak that sported the colors of bear island. It was the best Jorah could do so quickly. He smiled at how beautiful she looked and watched her come close before taking her hands. He could not wipe the smile off of his face even if his life depended on it.

Daenerys was led to the balcony, and stepped up to the small alter that had been prepared. Grey Worm put the Targaryen cloak upon her shoulders, and the Bear Island cloak on Jorah's. The red priest began the ceremony, and a dark ribbon was wrapped around their hands and bound them. Daenerys was so happy that tears glistened in her eyes. All that remained was for Jorah to switch the cloaks and for their final vows to be said.

Jorah saw the tears of joy and he couldn't feel any prouder. He reverently switched the cloaks before he moved back to say his vows. They were the simple vows of a soldier in love, but he meant every word and he even spoke the last phrase in high valeryn. He waited patiently for her vows to be said so that he could kiss her.

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