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[For Jorah/Hannibal] Homecoming

In Essos, Daenerys had given birth to a healthy and lively baby girl. She had her father's dark eyes but the light hair and full face of her mother. It was shortly after her birth that a letter arrived from across the Shivering Sea - too far for a raven to fly. It came from King's Landing and bared the Bolton seal. The letter invited Daenerys back to Westeros, but not to reclaim the Iron Throne. Apparently, Hannibal Bolton had taken control of King'sLanding, and the Starks had all but been demolished. The Lannisters, in turn, had also been eradicated.

Daenerys was shocked. But more than that, she suspected treason. As did Tyrion Lannister. With her newborn daughter to her breast, Daenerys took council with Jorah, Grey Worm, Missandei and Tyrion.

"Who does this Bolton think he is?" She snapped. "Inviting me back without promising to relinquish the throne to me? It is mine by birthright, I will not allow some savage northman to take what is mine."

Lannister, Baratheon, Bolton - the name didn't matter. A thief was a thief.

"If he took King's Landing and defeated the Lannister army, my queen, then we can conclude that he indeed has a powerful army of his own," Tyrion pointed out.

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A few weeks had gone by, and Margaery's belly had begun to swell only slightly with their fourth child. Of course Olenna could spot this a mile away and was already declaring name options. Aenar was with the pair of them while they took tea in the gardens overlooking the ocean. The boy was now sitting up on his own in his mother's lap, but still feed from her breast. The twins were studying with their tutors.

"So tell me child," Olenna sipped her tea. "What is your husband's intention by inviting the Targaryen girl back here?"

Aenar cooed when Roose came close and he patted his hands over the dragon's nose. Margaery glanced up to her grandmother, who added more to her question.

"Don't tell me he means to surrender his throne to her, now that they have a confirmed common lineage?" Olenna scoffed.

"Certainly not, grandmother," Margaery replied sharply. "Do you honestly think my husband is the type of man to relinquish power? No. But if you're so curious, all him yourself, he should be joining us shortly."

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Daella smiled and gave a little squirm. She was on her tummy on the bed, but every so often her control of her neck gave and she was forced to press her head against the covers. This frustrated her, clearly. But she was determined to keep her head up to look at her father for as long as possible.

Daenerys smiled and lifted Daella. The bed was small, not big enough for the three of them to have their own space despite Daella being still so small. Daenerys settled on the other side of Jorah, Daella in her lap. She cuddled close to Jorah, allowing him to wrap his arms around her if he so chose. "Better?"

Jorah smiled and praised her as she looked up at him and worked on holding her head up for longer. He did slip his arm around her waist to hold her close to him. "Indeed, this is much better. At this rate I will fully heal in a few days." He noticed how little room she had and shifted slightly. "You can always sit in my lap if that would be more comfortable. It's below my knee that I am injured." He said as a genuine offer.

Daenerys shifted a bit closer to him, careful of Daella's position and holding her tight. Not quite in his lap just yet.

"You need to be especially careful in the ship, darling," she kissed his jaw. "There are no Maesters to heal you should something go wrong." She feared he would try to heal quicker than his body would allow, and by the time they would get back to Essos, it would be too late to fix.

Jorah smiled as he kissed her temple. "No, I would not risk a permanent handicap in this place. I just don't want you to fall off of the bunk." He said.

Daenerys chuckled and nuzzled his jaw. "I'm not falling anywhere, I'm more stable and stronger than I look."

"Daaaddy!" Daella had been repeating her first word over and over, delighting in how it pleased her parents.

Jorah chuckled and smiled at their young daughter. He smiled to his wife and kissed her temple tenderly. "I'm worried this is her first word. I feel like she will be using this as she grows older for me to dote her with something." He said with a teasing light in his eyes. The hand around Danaerys waist held her firmly and even drifted enough to give her ass a slight, playful squeeze.

Daenerys chuckled and cuddled in close to him again. "As if you could refuse our daughter anything," she pointed out. Her eyes flashed at him as he squeezed her ass. She brought her fingers up and traced designs over his chest. "Now, now my lover, don't start what you can't finish." She glanced to their daughter, who tugged at the ties of Jorah's shirt and even chewed on them slightly.

Jorah just grinned as he picked up a string to his shirt and used it to play with their daughter a bit. He then smirked to his wife. "If you desired to go for a ride Inwould not stop you.@. He said. He shifted slightly in his spot and gave her ass a firmer squeeze. "Unless you are not desirous of going on a ride?" He said with an even bigger teasing look in his eyes.

Daella giggled and reached to grab the string and tug it sharply. Daenerys shot him a sharp look, but smiled all the same. "I have desired a ride for some time. However, we have an obstacle," she pointed to their daughter, who rolled onto her back and vigorously kicked her legs. She showed no signs of being ready to go down for a nap anytime soon.

Jorah's eyes lit at her look and comment. He turned to young Daella and rubbed over her belly in a circular motion. He hummed a soft lullaby. It took just a minute before she struggled to keep her eyes open. She looked to Danaerys and reached for her in her plea for a nap. Jorah looked triumphant and waited for her to go lie their daughter down for a nap. He felt his cock stirring to life rapidly at the though of feeling his wife's tightness around him.

Daella giggled, but did indeed become sleepy and reached for her mother. Daenerys stood up and took her baby in her arms and smiled down at her. "Come little love," she whispered as she carried Daella to the small portable crib and set her down so that she could sleep. Then she returned to Jorah and climbed into bed with him, her knee carefully placed between his as she leaned up to kiss him.

Jorah groaned softly when she put her knee there. He had made slow, but steady adjustments so that she could more easily sit astride him. He kissed her deeply and his hands moved to her perfect breasts. He had missed this with her for the past few days. Gods he hoped he healed soon so that he could please her properly.

Daenerys had missed this as well, though she hadn't blamed him for being so wounded. She sat up a bit, straightening her back as he ran his fingers over her breasts. Her own fingers ran through his hair as she adjusted her legs, straddling him more fully as she leaned over him. Carefully she reached down, undoing the ties of his pants and slipping his cock free of the cloth prison to stroke his shaft over an over again.

Jorah moaned softly as she fully settled astride him. Gods she was perfect. He continued to work over her breasts to work her up and get her as aroused as he was. She would find his cock rock hard and eager for her as she slid her slender hand along his shaft. He was more than ready for her.

Daenerys chuckled against his lips as she felt how hard he was against her palm. She squeezed softly along his shaft before arching her hips and rolling her body in a slow rhythm. Generating friction between them. "Mmmm...I have missed your touch my love," she whispered. Daenerys still wore her gown, and was not patient enough to remove his trousers fully. Instead she raised her body and settled herself so that his cock was against her entrance, and she eased herself down to let him in completely.

Jorah noticed how anxious and eager she seemed to be with how eagerly she took his cock without bothering to even partially undress either of them. He groaned and his cock twitched as it slid deep within her. He shifted and rolled his hips a bit as he felt how tightly she clung to his cock.

Daenerys had to take a moment, still atop him as she kept him tight inside her wet, needy core. Her back arched, pressing her hips down to take him in as deep as possible. Only after she adjusted, feeling his cock stretch her walls, did Daenerys start moving, rolling her hips in rhythm with his own movements. "Oh Jorah..." she moaned softly.

Jorah groaned as she settled atop him. He felt how deep his cock was and it took great restraint no to rock into her with more enthusiasm. He didn't want to injure his leg anymore than he had already. His hands were on her breasts as she shifted around his hard, throbbing length. "Gods Danaerys." He whispered reverently.

Daenerys could feel him holding back and of course she knew why. Carefully she braced herself by gripping his shoulders and began riding him a bit harder, taking him in deeper. Her core squeezed and grasped his cock as she moved faster and faster. Daenerys locked eyes with him, pressing her forehead to his. "Will you plant another child within me? Will you give me a son?" Unaware of Hannibal's potions and trickery.

Jorah leaned forward to press their foreheads together. One hand slid down to rub over her clot as she moved atop him. The other traded out on her perfect breasts to build her pleasure as well as she was building his. His eyes were locked onto hers and he nodded before kissing her deeply and passionately. It had taken them some time with Daella. He had no doubt that she would be with child soon.

Daenerys breathed heavily from the way he pressed against her clit and the way he stroked over her sensitive breasts. She kissed him back, returning his passion in full force as she continued to ride him, taking him in deep and letting her tight, wet walls squeeze and massage his cock while she moved.

Jorah groaned her name softly in bliss as he felt himself rapidly pproaching a release. Gods it had been too long if it was this easy for her to bring him to pleasure. He did not stop in his efforts to bring her to pleasure.

Daenerys rolled her hips, arching her body back. Though she was still covered in her gown, he could easily push her dress away and reveal her ivory breasts. Daenerys arched back to let him in deeper and hit the more sensitive areas deep inside her. She moaned softly, her voice barely audible over the crashing waves. They would compete with the Drowned God for volume.

Jorah groaned a bit louder as he felt how close she was getting based upon his thrusts. He continued to rock into her until he could hold back no longer and he gave one final thrust before spilling his seed within her with her name on his lips.

As she felt the heat of his release fill her, Daenerys' mind was flooded with thoughts of carrying another child for him. All her memories of carrying and birthing Daella flooded back to her. It was a unique, fantastic sensation. The memories of how it felt to have his baby growing inside her, combined with the heat pooling in her core and the sensation of his release, Daenerys was overwhelmed and soon went crashing after him into her own orgasm.

[For Jorah/Hannibal] Homecoming

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