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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 had been glad to be of so much help to his Khaleesi. He had stopped spying on her before he had even begun. She was so young and beautiful that he could not bring himself to betray her in such a manner. He was very happy to be considered so useful to her and enjoyed how she confided in him. He had strong feelings for her, but could not hope of acting on those while she was married....at least that was until he noticed her watching him a bit longer every so often.

He tried not to let those looks go to his head. However, he was growing more and more tempted to test her intentions. He had seen her watching for a time before going into her tent. He finished defeating the one he was sparring against before moving behind her tent under the guise of going to pee. When the Dothraki who had been watching him had all dispersed, he waited to be certain no one was looking. He then slipped into his Khaleesi's tent and bowed low before her. "Was the fight displeasing to you Khaleesi?" He asked.

Daenerys had dismissed her handmaids once she'd been dressed in a loose gown - the heat of the desert was too much for her to sleep at night. She had thought herself alone for the evening. She certainly didn't expect to see Jorah in her tent.

So when she turned, hearing the tent flaps open, Daenerys almost jumped, startled. She stared for a long while in disbelief, and for a moment she struggled to find words. His shirt still clung to his muscular form, open and leaving his chest revealed, glistening slightly with sweat.

"...no, not displeasing at all," she replied. "You did well, Ser Jorah. As always. As I expected."

What more could she say? She couldn't say that she had loved watching him move and the strength he exhibited. She couldn't give into her feelings.

Jorah noted her state of dress and bowed his head to slightly avert his eyes out of respect for her. However, when she seemed at a loss for words and her eyes lingered over his form...he chose to push a bit more.

He looked up and focused his gaze upon her face. He stepped forward slowly, until he was standing close enough to easily kiss her if he wanted. "Khaleesi...are you well? I cannot recall a time when you were rendered speechless." He asked low and soft. He was a fair amount taller than her and he could feel her body heat from how close he was to her.

He was too close. Too close for her comfort and she tried to show displeasure in her expression. But she couldn't. She wanted him near - as he could feel her body heat, she could feel his. And she wanted more.

"I'm fine," it was not a convincing answer. "I am...distracted of late."

She looked up to him, lips parted and full. He was so much taller than her, then again, so was her husband. The husband she had never wanted; the husband who hurt her. The husband she desperately wished was the man standing before her.

Jorah saw the discomfort, but also noted that she didn't pull away from him or order him away. That very unconvincing answer kept him close to her.

He leaned in a bit closer as he felt emboldened by her hesitation to send him away. "How can I help Khaleesi?" He asked lowly.

He continued to slowly ease closer to her. He could feel the fabric of her loose gown brushing over him as he continued to lean down to look at her. He saw a stray hair that was in front of her face. He reached up to gently brush it off of her face and to tuck it behind her ear. He was slow with the action to see how she would react to the touch.

She inhaled sharply when he brushed the hair from her face. His touch, had she felt it before? She must have...but it felt as though she was feeling him touch her for the first time. Sparks jolted beneath her skin where his fingers made contact. Her violet eyes looked up into his and she bit her lower lip. Be was closer now, Drogo would tie him up behind his horse and run for days...

If he knew.

Daenerys took another long pause before breathing in deeply. "You can't," she replied. "...you are my distraction."

That inhale filled him with more confidence. How she bit her lower lip was convincing him more and more that she had feelings for him as well.

Those words pushed him to act. He slowly closed the gap and kissed her. He knew he could die for this, but he loved her and would rather have experienced kissing her than to die without knowing.

Daenerys brought both hands up as he leaned in and kissed her. She meant to push him away, her palms made contact with his chest and for a moment, she hesitated. Why should she push him away? She was khaleesi and queen, if she wanted this, she would have it. Besides, his lips felt so soft and warm - chapped by the heat and wind, but still, she enjoyed it.

She kissed him back, claiming his lower lip and moaning softly at the taste of his kiss. This was so different from Drogo's kiss. Jorah was softer, but nonetheless strong. There was passion in that kiss.

But he was not Drogo.

Only theneed, after a good long moment, did she push Jorah back. Even then, it wasn't far. He was still close. Close enough to touch and hold her.

"No," she shook her head, again biting her lower lip. "We can't..."

Jorah saw her back up and stepped forward to close the gap between them again. He boldly used his arms to pull her close to him so that she could feel his muscular body pressed up against hers. His lips brushed over hers as he spoke.

"You are Khaleesi. You can do whatever you will. I am your humble servant...I will obey any command you give me." He said lowly as he left a short trail of kisses along her jaw.

Daenerys gasped as he pulled her closer. She looked up to him and moaned softly as her lips brushed against his while he spoke. Daenerys considered his words, but again shook her head.

"I am khaleesi, I must set an example," she replied. "I must be true and loyal to my husband."

A husband who hurt her, yet promised her the world. More than. Anything she wanted to give in, but she couldn't. Daenerys looked to him again.

"Drogo would kill you, at any rate, if he found you here."

Jorah heard the moan and his hands firmed their grip as he kept her pulled up against him. His lips were kissing along the side of her neck as he listened to her speak.

His lips were on her ears. "We will hear his return long before he gets to this tent. I can be gone well before he arrives." He said softly. "Why should you deny yourself Khaleesi? It is not right for you to have unsatisfied desires." He said.

He was very hard for her and knew that she could feel his length pressed against her belly.

Daenerys kept her body close to his even as she tried to push herself away. Her violet eyes focused on his exposed chest and the curve of his lips. "I..."

It was wrong. She shouldn't do this. She shouldn't want this.

"This isn't right," But even as she whispered it, her lips were closing over his.

Jorah felt her trying to push away. However, her lips closing over his was all of the encouragement he needed. He returned the kiss with passion as his hands moved down to cup her ass as he pulled their bodies even tighter. He knew this was wrong, but he didn't care. His Khaleesi was attracted to him and he would be a fool not to take this opportunity.

Daenerys couldn't stop herself. She'd been watching him for weeks, pining for him and dying for want of his touch. She needed more. Daenerys kissed him with all her pent up desire. She felt his hard cock pressing against her belly and sighed at the size. Drogo was big, but...was Jorah bigger? Or was she imagining it?

Daenerys wrapped her arms around him, surrendering to her desire. Just this once, she convinced herself, and her hunger would be sated.

Jorah felt her melt into him and he lifted her slightly to carry her back to her bed. He was going to make the most of this moment and be certain that he pleased her very thoroughly.

Daenerys gasped slightly as he lifted her to carry her to bed. When he lay her down, she leaned up against him and moaned at his taste. Her tongue brushed over his lower lip, craving more. Already she was pleased, already she was greedy.

Jorah smirked at that sound. He continued to kiss her as he set her on the bed and his hands moved to her breasts to squeeze and knead them gently. His mouth moved to kiss over her jaw and neck lovingly and tenderly. "Allow me to spoil and pamper you Khaleesi." He said lowly.

He fully intended to pleasure her with his mouth first. He highly doubted she had experienced that before.

Daenerys sighed at the feeling of his hands working over her sensitive breasts. Even through the fabric the sensation of his fingers against her breasts made her cry out softly. But she had to be careful, she couldn't alert the others.

"Proceed," she whispered.

Jorah gave a smile when she spoke. He looked up at her with awe and devotion. "Thank you Khaleesi." He whispered.

He began to kiss down her body slowly as his hands moved to pull the thin material up to expose her fair skin beneath. He finally reached between her legs and kissed over her core tenderly before licking over her folds to get her nice and wet.

Daenerys sighed as he moved the fabric up her body. On instinct she reached down to run her fingers through his hair. His kisses made her sigh, but the licks and feeling of his tongue against her folds made her cry out sharply. Her hand flew to her mouth to silence her cries, lest they be discovered.

Jorah felt emboldened by her sighs of pleasure. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it to her to use as a way to muffle herself if she so desired. He continued his licking before moving to focus his attention on her clit. He would suckle there to see how much her toes would curl from the situation.

Honestly, he would get into less trouble being caught in this position than if his cock was buried to the hilt within her.

Daenerys pouted as he peeled of his shirt. She had longed to remove it herself. To feel his muscles and skin beneath the fabric. But the shirt was a welcome alternative to muffle her noises. She arched her body down, knees bent and pressing slightly against the sides of his face with her thighs. Daenerys bit down on his shirt, savoring the scent of his skin and stay in the fabric as she moaned. Shocks rushed through her core from his efforts at her clit. She felt as if she would burst.

Jorah saw the pout, but in all honesty she would have ample opportunity to peel more of his clothes off if she truly desired that.

Jorah continued what he was doing and added a few low rumbles and light suckling to intensify the stimulation to her and send her over into pleasure. He was being honest when he said that he wanted to spoil and pamper her.

Daenerys had never felt a man between her legs before. Drogo was not one to submit himself, unless she were riding astride him. So this whole sensation was new. New and incredible. Daenerys moaned and cried out against Jorah's shirt as her hips began to grind in reaction to his motions. Her entire core and walls were tightening, squeezing. She gasped and felt her hips begin to buck and grind erratically.

"Jorah..." she whispered his name, her nails dragging over the animal pelt that served as her bedsheets. Until it was too much - her climax came upon her so quickly it was impossible to warn him. The tension within her burst and sent sparks and tingling heat rushing through her. Fluid burst from her core and wanting pussy, coating his chin to make it slick with her juices.

Jorah smiled when he heard her whisper his name like that. He did not stop his actions as he felt her moving more beneath his actions. He felt her gush over his face and eagerly drank down her sweet essence. Gods it was worth the risk for this reward.

He was certain to lick her clean before kissing over the top of her folds and up to kiss over her belly button. He continued to kiss up her body until he reached her breasts and he kissed over them through the thin fabric she was still wearing.

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