Daenerys breathed heavily for a moment before Jorah began his thrusts again. She pressed up against him, her breasts squished against his chest while she looked up into his eyes. She kissed him hard to whisper in his ear.

"Give me a child, fill my womb with a son in the castle that rightfully belongs to us," she moaned.

Her legs squeezed around his waist as her hips rocked in rhythm with his thrusts.