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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV), A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Jorah_Mormont/Daenerys_Targaryen, Khal_Drogo/Daenerys_Targaryen,
      (mentioned)_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Jorah_Mormont, Daenerys_Targaryen
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Fluff,
      Chivalry, Courtly_Love
  Series:
      Part 1 of On_That_First_Night,_I_Fell_In_Love_With_You
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-19 Completed: 2017-04-17 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 6900
****** L'amour Courtrois ******
by HunterByDayWhovianByNight
Summary
     “Chivalry does not imply that women are powerless. On the contrary,
     chivalry is an admission of women’s superiority.“ - Beth Fantaskey
     Only Jorah could bring that fantastical, Westerosi idea of chivalry
     to the great grass sea, in the midst of a Dothraki horde.
Notes
     I don't think I've ever written for A Song of Ice and Fire before! I
     read the books years ago and I've been watching the show a lot more
     recently. I adore courtly love and the idea behind it, plus it gives
     buildup and angst (which I also adore). I've loved Jorah and Daenerys
     since I first read the books, and it makes me really happy to write
     this. :)
     ~Hunter
***** The Bear and the Maiden Fair *****
Chapter Summary
     How Jorah immediately became engrossed in the manners of courtly love
     and with Daenerys.
Jorah had heard the stories of the little Targaryen princess, whisked away from
her Westerosi home before she was even born, and brought to the free cities.
The little girl with fair skin and violet eyes and silvery hair who had blood
of the dragon and of old Valyria in her veins who would one day come back to
Westeros with her older brother as the rightful rulers of the land. Although,
he thought the people would unite behind the girl rather than her cruel,
ignorant older brother. He was rather pompous and stupid while she had kind-
hearted ways and a strong will.
When Jorah saw Daenerys for the first time, she was dressed in a sheer lilac
dress, her silvery hair plaited and out of her face, and her eyes scared. She
was in a new place, surrounded by men and women she thought to be foreign
savages; her husband was the most powerful of the people and was several years
her senior, old enough to be her father. Daenerys looked more afraid than ever
throughout the revels, but when he approached her, he saw her fear slip away
momentarily. The girl’s small hands brushed his as he passed the books to her,
and she smiled up sweetly at him when he announced what was in the gift. Jorah
was sure he'd never heard someone thank him more profoundly, and it made his
old, blue eyes smile genuinely for the first time in many years.
Upon being told that he was also from Westeros, Daenerys’ violet eyes lit up
even more, but it was only for a moment. Being whisked away quickly by Illyrio
only seemed to hurt the princess more, seeing as the only person who had shown
her kindness from her country was rudely pushed away from her company.
When the sun set and cast its pinks and oranges over the sea, Khal Drogo had
whisked Daenerys away on her new silver horse for the bedding ceremony. In her
eyes, he could see, was the same look of anticipation and distress every maiden
on her wedding night wore. He sympathized with her, watching forlornly as she
rode off to get her innocence taken by a man who only wanted her body and the
thought that he had a beautiful, exotic girl for a wife; Jorah knew the way
Dothraki treated their women, and knew that no woman, no princess deserved to
be treated that way. He retreated to the outskirts of the revelers with his
wineskin in an attempt to keep himself quiet; he didn't want to risk his life
by drunkenly protesting the way Drogo was most likely going to treat his
Daenerys, the girl he would protect and serve as her knight.
The next morning, Jorah found Daenerys weeping while her new handmaidens
comforted her. He would find out later from Jhiqui that she was crying from the
soreness and the pain and the blooming bruises on her hips and thighs. Jorah
knew how painful it must have been for a girl of only 13 to be with a man like
Drogo, who was older and more experienced. On top of it all, she had to ride
all day when she wasn't used to that either. The little khaleesi would have to
get used to the hard life of the Dothraki.
                                     ~~~~~
During the day, Jorah would ride with his neglected protectorate. He would tell
her bits of Dothraki culture, get her used to the Dothraki tongue. He would
watch as she made gestures and statements worthy of a queen, but she would
correct him and say she was a khaleesi.In Jorah’s heart, though, Daenerys was
his queen and he treated her as such.
Jorah had never felt the need to be so chivalrous for any other woman or girl
before Daenerys. Maybe it was because she was lost and had never been shown
kindness, but Jorah knew that if anyone was deserving of chivalry, it was her.
The girl would often look to him for guidance and translating, and he'd help
her in any way he could. More and more, Jorah began to see himself as her
advisor and her friend, and whenever she needed his aid, a little rush of
satisfaction and warmth went through his chest. He enjoyed being there for his
queen, and was not hesitant to assist her. Finally, Jorah knew what all the
songs and stories meant about the knights loving their ladies and wanting to
honor and serve them until the death; he felt the need, no- desire to please
Daenerys and when he couldn't (which wasn't often) it left him feeling useless.
(He still had to keep those little flickers of less than pure, chaste
chivalrous love pushed down; Daenerys was only a girl of 13 and she was his
queen.)
Every night when they made camp, Jorah sat in his tent with only his wineskin
for company. Some nights he would join the other blood riders for a drink and
supper, but more often than not, he would be alone. Even spending an hour with
them was difficult; he would see Drogo get up every now and then and go to his
tent where Daenerys was.
Sometimes, either from his tent or from the fires, Jorah would hear the muffled
screams and cries of his queen as Drogo took her in the early dawn. All night,
Jorah would hear Daenerys weep alone in her bed with none to comfort her. Jorah
wished he could go to her and silence her tears and hold her until she was at
ease once more, but he risked his life doing so. If he had been caught with the
khaleesi,Khal Drogo would've personally had his head on a pike.
After weeks of hearing Daenerys every night, he mentions to her while they ride
of his service and devotion to her as her knight and protector. Daenerys smiles
at him with one of her rare smiles these days, and thanks him for being so
steadfast in his service to her. Jorah knew she knew all that, but never did
Jorah think that his words to her would amount to anything.
The next day at dawn, Jorah heard sniffles and crying in the entrance of his
tent, waking him from his sleep. He'd gone to bed hearing Daenerys’ cries from
her tent after the lonesomeness of her evening. He sat up in his cot,
immediately realizing his shirtlessness, and saw in front of him a shivering
Daenerys.
“Khaleesi,do you require something?” Jorah asked as he reached for his shirt to
cover his (rather hairy, Daenerys noticed) upper body.
“Can I stay with you? Just for a bit. I- I don't want to stay there any
longer,” Daenerys asked, trying to wipe away the tears on her cheeks.
“Of course, khaleesi,”Jorah said. In a moment, Daenerys had shut the tent flap
and made her way into Jorah's strong, muscled arms. For once, she felt safe.
Secure. Protected.
Daenerys nuzzled into Jorah's chest, inhaling his manly scent that was heady
with sweat and horses. She felt her tears subside and her breathing still the
longer she was in his arms. He rocked her gently, humming a soothing yet
slightly jaunty song to her.
In her chest, Daenerys felt a warmth spread. She hadn't been shown genuine
kindness by anyone else since her marriage to Drogo, and it was satisfying to
know that her honorable and chivalrous knight Ser Jorah would be there to help
her in her time of need.
“Ser Jorah?”
Jorah stopped his humming. “Yes, Daenerys?”
“What song were you humming to me? Just now, I mean,” Daenerys asked, looking
up into Jorah's kind blue eyes. They were the color of the ocean she could see
from her windows n Pentos. It was like home to look into his eyes. “It soothed
me. I was wondering if you had made it up or if it was in those books you had
given me.”
Jorah chuckled and swept a silvery curl behind Daenerys’ ear. “You may find it
in the books I gave you. It's The Bear and the Maiden Fair,”Jorah confessed.
Daenerys grinned and let out a huff of laughter. “Am Ithe maiden fair, Ser? Or
should I say bear?”
“If you wish to be the maiden fair, khaleesi,then you shall be,” Jorah told
her, adjusting his hold on her.  
“So be it, my sweet bear,” declared Daenerys. Jorah felt his heart swell at her
pet name, and it brought another smile to his face.
I want you to be my maiden fair, my queen, Jorah thought. I will always serve
you and protect you and love you.
“Will you sing the song to me?” Daenerys asked, batting her eyes up at Jorah.
In that moment, he was reminded of her youth and just how easily she could get
away with her innocent request. And so he sang to her. He sang to her softly,
making her smile and he felt the mood in the tent become lighter. When he was
finished, Jorah felt Daenerys flick her eyes down to his lips and back up to
his eyes. He found himself doing the same and immediately felt the need to kiss
her. He'd felt the need to do so for a long time.
“May I kiss you, khaleesi?May an honorable, chivalrous, and forever loyal
knight kiss his queen?”
There was a silence in the tent as Daenerys considered his proposition. Her
heart picked up speed a little and there was a slight wetness between her legs.
Jorah's piercing, blue eyes resembled sapphires in the sun that was filtering
through the tent and were pleading with her for permission to place a kiss on
her lips. A blond strand of hair was falling into Jorah’s eyes and Daenerys
reached up to push it back. For a second, Jorah thought that she would grant
him the kiss, but he was left wanting.
“I- I couldn’t, Ser Jorah. Not right now, my sweet bear,” Daenerys said. Jorah
dipped his head in defeat, mentally kicking himself for not knowing that she
would respond in that way; he should have expected it, really. She grazed her
fingertips over the swell of his lips and pulled up his chin so they’d be
looking into each other’s eyes. “I can offer my knight one respite; I would
truly let you kiss me if it wasn’t so late in the morning… I don’t want you or
I to get into trouble, sweet bear.”
“What is my respite, khaleesi?’Jorah asked, pulling Daenerys closer to his
body. Daenerys gave Jorah a little smile before lifting up and pressing the
sweetest and lightest of kisses on Jorah’s cheek, searing his skin and bringing
a smile to his face.
“Was that enough to satiate you, my sweet knight?” Daenerys asked him as she
moved out of his arms and stood. She cupped his cheek and brought it up to meet
her face, enjoying the slightly scruffy feel of his beard beneath her palm.
“Of course, my queen,” Jorah said, his heart singing and praising his adoration
for her even as she snuck out of his tent.
***** Vaes Dothrak: Part One *****
Chapter Summary
     Kind of filler, but necessary for chapter three!
     ~Hunter
Jorah could not bear to leave Daenerys’ side following that morning where she
came to his tent. He followed her around camp, hand on the hilt of his sword
and constantly scanning for any would-be attackers; he'd even taken to riding
closer to her with his hand on his sword, too. Daenerys pointed out his change
of behavior to him, to which Jorah blushed and said he was merely trying to
prove to his queen that he would protect her and serve her dutifully.
He found that Daenerys began coming to his tent following her supper nightly
and leaving before midnight to spend time with him. She would sometimes bring
the books he gave to her, and he would read or (try to) sing to her the ones
she liked best. They made her smile and laugh, which was more than she did
during the day. Jorah loved seeing her delighted and content as she lay with
her head in his lap and looking up at him. He didn't dare to make another
advance on her, but his love for her multiplied the more the days passed. There
wasn't a day he ceased to remind her of his devotion and his undying fealty for
her.
Daenerys, too, found herself growing more in love with Jorah. His declarations
of protection and honor only made her yearn for him even more, for his
chivalric manner was her only saving grace in a world full of undignified,
often savage people. Compared to the way her husband treated her, with little
regard except for when he wanted to mount her, Jorah was the sweet and
honorable knight from all of the songs and stories they had read together.
Jorah figured he must have some greater importance in Daenerys’ life when she
told him she was with child; he was the first to know. When she took his large
hands in her small ones and placed them on her barely-swelled belly, he could
feel the increased heat and the tremors within her. It pained him to know that
she was carrying another man's child, but he swore to always protect her well-
being, and that included her child.
                                     ~~~~~
When the horde stopped in Vaes Dothrak for the crones to bless Daenerys and
Drogo’s child, Jorah was already fed up with Viserys and his ignorant behavior.
He called Daenerys, his own sister, a whore and demanded that Jorah strike her
and teach her a lesson. By the end, he'd been walking or riding in the cart
with those not fit to ride horses. Even after Daenerys had convinced Drogo to
allow Viserys to ride at the front again, Viserys was still ungrateful and
cruel.
The day for Daenerys to be presented in front of the crones and name her child
soon arrived. Viserys was nowhere in sight, gods be good; he would've
interjected and ruined the ceremony anyways. Jorah watched as Daenerys ate the
horse heart in front of the crones, watching with bated breath as she struggled
to eat the whole thing. He prayed to the Warrior for her, to give her strength,
and when she got the last bit of the heart down, he let out a sigh of relief.
Watching her step into the pool bare made Jorah crave her, and he attempted to
hide his growing manhood as the ceremony concluded. When he watched as Drogo
pulled her out of the pool and took her in front of everyone, he felt a twinge
of jealousy and anger, but he remembered the words he had told Daenerys a long
time ago: there is no privacy in the  khalasar.
(That didn't stop him from retreating to his tent before the feast and
pleasuring himself to the thought of Daenerys riding him the way Doreah taught
her.)
At the feast that night, the blood riders and Drogo permitted Jorah to sit with
them around the middle fire, naming his skills with the sword the reason for
his place of honor. Daenerys, though, seemed troubled as to the location of her
brother. It was rumored that Viserys went off to the Western Market with a
longsword- a taboo in Vaes Dothrak since free men’s blood was not to be spilled
and weapons were not to be carried.
The tipping point was reached when Viserys came storming in, demanding to be
sat with the other  khals.  Jorah rolled his eyes at the stupid, ignorant boy
and wished he would just listen and learn his place for once, but it was in
vain. Despite his yelling in Viserys’ ear and his demands that Viserys just do
what he was told, Jorah could not get the other man to listen to him. Finally
finished with his ego, Jorah toppled Viserys to the floor.
But Viserys had another idea; he drew his sword and directed it at Daenerys,
threatening to rip her open and kill her child. Jorah wished he had his sword
so he could kill Viserys right then and there for even thinking of attacking
his queen. he felt utterly helpless, and the need to protect Daenerys was the
only thought in his mind; he reached for his phantom sword, just to give him
peace of mind, but it did no use. Drogo took charge, “crowning” Viserys with a
helmet of molten gold, killing and burning him with the heat.
When Daener ys visited Jorah in his tent that night, as she always did, Jorah
knelt at her feet, weeping that he could not protect his queen that night and
that he should've been able to serve her better. Daenerys placed a soothing,
comforting hand on his shoulder as he sobbed into her knees. It was the most
vulnerable she'd ever seen him, on his knees and declaring fealty and devotion
unto her again and again, dozens of times over, reminding her of his pledge to
serve her.
"Do not cry, sweet bear. You did all that you could, and I know that you would
do anything to protect me," Daenerys said to Jorah, lifting him to meet her
gaze. She gave him a smile, and he collected himself before standing before
her. Daenerys looked more beautiful than ever in her Dothraki clothes, her once
pale skin now tanned from the sun, and her silver hair pulled back in several
braids.
"So long as I do not displease my queen," Jorah said, affirming her statement
to ease himself. Her violet eyes twinkled up at him, into his blue ones, and
she cupped his cheek before bringing him closer. Daenerys laid her lips on
Jorah's, giving him a chaste and loving kiss that seared his mouth. Jorah
placed his hands on her waist, pulling her close and keeping her in place. When
she shivered against him, he felt blood and heat rush to his groin like it had
earlier. Daenerys felt a slickness between her thighs and a burning desire for
Jorah in that moment, but she dared not do anything tonight; her son was just
named the Stallion Who Mounts the World, and she did not want to be caught in a
compromising position with another man. Her consummation with Jorah would have
to wait.
Pulling away, Jorah apologized for growing hard against her; it was just the
effect she had on him, and he couldn't help it. With a blush, she assured him
it was nothing.
"I must go now. I just wanted to kiss my knight and thank him for his support
tonight," Daenerys declared. Jorah bowed to her, but when he rose again, she
pulled him close and whispered in his ear that Viserys was no true dragon, for
dragons do not burn. Her words were erotic in a way Jorah never thought could
be possible.
***** Vaes Dothrak: Part Two *****
Chapter Summary
     Final chapter! I may write more for this ship in the future, but
     right now I'm thinking about a SanSan story.
     ~Hunter
After her altercation with Viserys, Daenerys permitted Jorah to always be by
her side and not leave her; he regretted not being there to defend her when
Viserys pointed the sword at her and she figured it was her way of making it up
to him. Her handmaidens had taken a liking to him, asking him about Westeros
and his travels. He accompanied them when they went to the market and stood
guard outside Daenerys’ tent. Watching her be happy and safe warmed his heart
and made him in turn feel the same way. After a harsh beginning, it was only
fitting that Daenerys enjoy her life with her people, without having to worry
about her brother; she had a son to rule now.
Jorah and Daenerys still spent time alone together in the evenings, talking and
enjoying each other's company. Jorah longed to kiss her again, but wanted to
wait for Daenerys to initiate; it just seemed right, seeing that he served at
her pleasure. Daenerys, too, had been wanting to kiss him, but she could never
find the right time. Part of her wanted to sit in his lap and just kiss him,
but she's had more caution and self-control than the other girls in the horde.
One evening, Daenerys was curled to Jorah's side as he read her a story from
one of her books, one about the Night’s Watch. She couldn't help staring at his
lips, pink and slightly chapped, and felt the urge to kiss him. When Jorah came
to a pause, Daenerys pulled his face towards her.
“I would like a kiss, my knight,” Daenerys requested. Jorah let the book slip
from his hands to the ground and pulled Daenerys into his lap, making her yelp
at the surprise of being moved.
“Anything my queen requests,” Jorah complied, kissing her willing mouth. He
felt her small hands cup both his cheeks and pull his lips up to hers better,
and his hold on her waist tightened. Daenerys combed her fingers in Jorah's
thinning blond hair, tugging on it and twirling it between her fingers. Her
other hand moved down his chest, feeling the hard muscle and chest hair beneath
her palm.
Jorah's fingers slipped up the back of  Daenerys’ painted leather vest, feeling
the smooth skin beneath his calloused fingers. Teasingly, she rolled her hips
against his, making him choke back a groan. Like the night she first kissed
him, he grew slightly hard at the contact and had to stop himself from rutting
against her like an animal. No, he wouldn't do that; he would lay her down on
his bed and worship her like the queen and goddess she was to him.
“Oh,  khaleesi,  I need you,” Jorah said breathlessly when they pulled away.
Daenerys saw lust-blown eyes, ringed with a thin circle of blue, looking back
into hers. Jorah was a man possessed, and he needed Daenerys as soon as she
would allow him to have her.
“I'm mad for you, my queen. It makes me sick to see you with another man and to
know he would never be as devoted to you as I am,” Jorah said, toying with one
of the braids in her hair.
“If you can prove yourself to me, then I will come to share your bed,” Daenerys
complied. Even though she burned for him, she didn't want to give herself up to
him just yet. A show of protection would prove himself, and she knew that with
a target on her and Rhaego’s heads now, the threats would happen more.
Jorah almost balked at her response, but it seemed more than fair; he had to
prove just how much he wanted to protect her and where his need to do so came
from to have her. “I would do anything to earn your love, my  khaleesi,”  Jorah
complied, moving a silvery curl behind Daenerys’ ear and readjusting her so
that she was no longer straddling his lap, but rather lying in it.
“Don't think you won't be able to be with me, Ser. Because you will, one day,”
Daenerys said with a reassuring voice. “I know you'll prove yourself to me.”
She gave him a kiss on his cheek, and curled into him. Jorah was reminded of
the first night where Daenerys came to his tent and asked to be with him; the
night where he comforted her and dried her tears from her cheeks, back when she
seemed like only a young girl to him. Now, though, Daenerys was like a woman
grown, carrying a child and leading a  khalasar  at only 14. He admired her
more than he had admired any other woman, not just because she was his queen,
but because she was so strong and dynamic.
                                     ~~~~~
In the markets one day, Daenerys and her handmaidens came across a wine
merchant who spoke the Common Tongue, a consolation to Daenerys, who now
usually spoke rough Dothraki when she was among her people. The merchant drew
her in with compliments and sweet words, but Jorah watched the scene in
suspicion. He caught sight of the merchant bowing and scurrying off to find a
cask for Daenerys. Daenerys accepted the cask; Jorah walked briskly to her side
and cut in. She should know better than to accept gifts from strangers,
especially when she had a target on her head (according to the letter he had
just received).
“I have a thirst. Open it, wineseller,” Jorah said firmly. He held Daenerys
back with just a slight amount of force on her forearm. He was sure it was
poisoned. The merchant’s demeanor was suspicious, and Jorah wished to the gods
that he had his sword to slit the merchant’s throat already. When the merchant
kept insisting that the cask was only meant for Daenerys and not for “the likes
of him” and that he would not drink his own wares, Jorah knew that he was
guilty.
“You  will  drink,” Daenerys said with a cold, unmoving voice that sent a chill
down Jorah's spine. It seemed for a moment the merchant would drink the wine,
but he splashed it at Daenerys and attempted to throw the cask towards her and
hurt her. Jorah pushed Daenerys out of the way and into her handmaiden’s arms
as he saw the cowardly merchant try and run away before getting stopped.
Jorah looked back to Daenerys, who was being helped up. She had a steadying
hand on her swollen abdomen, in some kind of maternal protection for her unborn
child. Jorah rushed to her and swept her into his arms, holding her close to
him as she stroked the swell of her belly and tried to calm her restlessly
moving child inside of her. Jorah picked her up, allowing her slender arms to
go around his neck, and walked. Daenerys pressed her face into Jorah's neck,
and he could feel her wet tears on his skin and the fear in her bones.
When they returned to the campsite, Daenerys dismissed her handmaidens and
bloodriders to be alone with Jorah. When she asked if it was Robert Baratheon
who attempted to kill her, Jorah solemnly confirmed; just this once, he was
able to save his queen from poisoning, but other times he may not be so lucky.
“Oh,  khaleesi,  do not take gifts from strangers. You had me so worried, and I
thought I would lose you.” Jorah lovingly ran his thumb over her cheek and
chastely kissed her forehead.
“I- I didn't know, Ser. I should've known better, trusted my better judgement.
The Usurper has rats and snakes all over this land to do his bidding,” Daenerys
said, scolding herself and letting a few more salty tears run down her cheeks.
“Don't talk like that. You did what any other would have done, but in the
future,” Jorah tilted her chin up, “be careful. Especially when I or your
husband is not there by your side.” Daenerys nodded and they shared an embrace,
her petite body tucked into the hard muscle of his; Daenerys felt at home in
the strong arms of her sweet bear-knight, Jorah; he was all she had of
Westeros.
“Ser Jorah, I believe you have proved yourself to me,” Daenerys said to Jorah
once her tears subsided and she felt calm. “I promised you myself if you could
prove your fealty and devotion to me, and I think you saving me from near death
is enough to warrant that.”
“But,  khaleesi,  you had such a close call this afternoon. I don’t want to
feel like I’m taking advantage of your state,” Jorah assured her. Daenerys
didn’t seem to mind, though; she stroked down his chest, tangling her fingers
in his chest hair and slipping her hand back up his torso to cup his scruffy
cheek.
“I want to, Jorah. I want you,” Daenerys said, conviction in her voice and fire
in her violet eyes. He could tell she truly wanted him, and if she was
consenting and wanting, he wouldn’t deny her.
“Anything for my queen,” Jorah said, laying her down on the bed running his
hand down her side. He felt her skin jump and prickle into gooseflesh as he did
so and leant down to claim a kiss from her lips. Daenerys arched up to reach
his lips and clutched the fabric of his shirt. Jorah licked Daenerys’ lower lip
and her mouth fell open. He pushed his tongue forward and touched it to
Daenerys’, feeling the girl tremble below him. Jorah kissed down her jaw and
neck, over her surging pulse. With nervous fingers, Jorah untied the laces on
the side of her vest with little success before Daenerys sat up and finished it
off herself. Jorah watched in awe as she removed her top and sat before him on
her bed with her chest bare. Her small, barely-budded breasts fit her petite
frame well and the slight swell of her belly where her child lay made her all
the more beautiful, more beautiful than when he had first met her as just a
maid of 13. Though she was now 14, she retained that beautiful innocence and
charm and the mere sight of her was making him hard in his breeches and he had
to gulp to keep himself calm.
“You too, Ser Jorah. Take off your clothes,” Daenerys said, eyeing him down
with a cock of her eyebrow. Jorah smirked and unlaced his doublet before
tossing it to the side. Daenerys watched him with earnest, shifting in her
place as her arousal grew and as Jorah stripped off his shirt. Jorah wandered
his hands down to his abdomen, right above the laces of his breeches.
“Do you want me to go on,” Jorah paused,  “my queen?”
“Well,  your queen  commands it,” Daenerys said with a cock of her eyebrow. The
pair shared a smile, one that came with the ease of being around each other,
and each began to make quick work of their remaining clothes. Before long, they
were completely and totally bare in front of each other; Daenerys stole a
glance at Jorah's hardening cock and felt a shiver in her spine. Jorah wasn't
as long as Drogo, but he was still thick and substantial. He stroked himself
once, maintaining eye contact with Daenerys, and gave her a wink. She felt her
face get hot at his gesture.
Jorah pulled Daenerys into his lap so that she was straddling his waist,
fitting their bodies together. Daenerys leant in for a passionate kiss, feeling
Jorah wrap his arms about her body and respond to the kiss, giving her what she
needed from him. Daenerys ground up against Jorah, feeling him hot and hard
against her stomach.
Their bodies were so different: young and old, small and large, smooth and
calloused, slim and muscled. But inside, they both yearned for home; maybe
that’s what drew them together, and seeing the other was like home personified.
It’s why they dared not to let each other go and why Jorah most of all wanted
Daenerys safe. It’s because  she  was his home and his everything. He needed
her more than he could say, even to himself.
Daenerys pulled away from their heated kiss to look upon Jorah’s face. She saw
(and certainly felt) his desire, and there was no doubt that she desired him in
the same way, but she still felt nervous. This was her first time with a man
she dearly loved, a man who honored and protected her from all harm; a man who
loved her as a queen and a woman both.
“Do you not want to continue? I can leave now, if you would like me to-”
“Don't leave, Ser,” Daenerys interrupted. “Could you make love to me?” There
was a moment where she felt embarrassed for asking, but Jorah’s reaction
reassured her and melted any feelings of awkwardness away.
“Have you never been made love to?” Jorah asked as he slowly pressed her back
to the bed and travelled his lips down her body. Drogo had never done this with
her, but she could already feel the flames of desire in her belly. Between her
thighs was slick and warm, just like how it had been that night she first
kissed him.
“I would like to think not,” Daenerys said, breathing becoming more labored as
Jorah kissed the insides of her thighs, coming closer and closer to her
sensitive nub. Jorah flicked out his tongue and licked her nub softly, bringing
forth a gasp from Daenerys’ mouth, before looking right up at her.
He is like the bear in that song, licking the honey of my desire,  Daenerys
thought as she and Jorah shared a gaze. It was silly, she knew, but it only
made sense after Jorah explained it to her one night as they sat talking.
“Well I am the most lucky to have the honor to be your first, my queen,” Jorah
said with a gentle voice as he slowly opened her legs up for him to bury his
head between them. Slowly, he licked up her slit and teased her nub with the
tip of his tongue. He could feel her squirming above him and pressing his head
closer to her. With a fingertip, Jorah traced around Daenerys’ entrance before
gently easing his finger inside of her, feeling her warm, wet walls around his
finger.
“A-another, please,” Daenerys panted, needing to feel more of Jorah inside of
her. She hadn't realized until now just  how much  she craved his touch, and
she never wanted him to stop touching and kissing her. He obliged, and the
slight stretch made her whine high in her throat and grip the furs below her.
When Daenerys felt his fingers slip into her, her breath caught and pushed down
onto them, desperate for more. As Jorah continued to suck and tease her nub
with his tongue and thumb, he slid his fingers in and out in a languid, slow
manner that had her humming in contentment. Hearing his queen in pleasure above
him sent a wave of satisfaction through his chest and into Jorah's groin, and
he felt himself get harder. He wanted to rut against the bed, but he was a man
grown and not some green boy with his first woman.
“Ser Jorah,  please,  I'm close,” Daenerys said, running her fingers through
Jorah's thinning blond hair to pull his mouth closer to her. Jorah gripped her
hips tighter and fucked her with his tongue before gently scraping his teeth up
her slit. For the slightest moment, he bit down on her nub and made her gasp
before clamping a hand over her mouth to ensure nobody outside heard her. His
bite had her jerking against his mouth and gripping his hair as she came, licks
of pleasure going all over her body, inside and out.
Jorah rose so that he was over her once more and caught her lips in a kiss.
Daenerys could taste her essence on his mouth and melted under him. She could
faintly feel Jorah skim his calloused fingers up her side to her breast before
running his thumb along the sensitive underside, near the thin skin of her
ribs. Jorah could feel Daenerys shaking with the aftershocks of her climax, and
knew it would not be her first one.
“Can I go on,  khaleesi?”  Jorah asked, gently nudging open Daenerys’ legs so
he could fit between them. Daenerys shivered when she felt his hard cock
pressed against her, and felt herself grow damper between her legs.
“You can call me by my name when we're like this, Jorah,” Daenerys said. She
hoped it would relax Jorah and keep him more level-headed in their erotic
moment.
“Well, Daenerys,” Jorah paused and brought Daenerys’ small body flush to his
larger one, “can I go on?”
Daenerys felt a pounding in her chest that she never felt with Drogo, and for
the first time in their encounter, she was nervous. Her body tensed and she
breathed slowly, trying to clear her mind and adjust to the fact that She
paused for a moment, but then saw a kind, gentle intensity in Jorah's blue
eyes, pleading for her to let him go on.
Daenerys wrapped her legs around Jorah's waist, pulling him closer to her.
“Yes, you may,” Daenerys said. Jorah positioned himself over her small body,
and meeting her violet eyes in an intense gaze, he pushed into her and watched
as she let out a pent-up breath, her tensed limbs uncurling over the bed.
Daenerys felt the stretch of Jorah's cock in her, but the sting was brief.
Jorah let out a groan from deep in his throat as he felt Daenerys around him in
a way he only dreamed about. He'd denied women who were offered to him, just so
he could have Daenerys. It had been so long since he'd properly been with a
woman, and now that the woman was Daenerys, he wasn't sure if he would last.
“Move, Jorah…” Daenerys prompted, her words breathy and labored. She placed her
small hand on his face, her thumb brushing his lips; the position connected
their gaze and Jorah experimentally rocked his hips against Daenerys, finding
she matched them with rocks of her own. It was like she knew his body and every
movement he would make before he did. Jorah brought a hand down between their
bodies as he continued to steadily thrust into her and circled over her
sensitive nub, making a reedy whine come from her throat and making her back
arch.
In the warm air of the tent and in the soft furs of the bed, Jorah felt himself
falling deeper in love with Daenerys. Every movement and every second with her
like  this  was sending him over the edge. Daenerys’ soft moans and sighs were
music to his ears, and the way she dug her nails into his skin stung in a
pleasurable way; he desperately needed more of Daenerys.
“Daenerys, hold on tightly,” Jorah said as he momentarily stopped his
movements. He could've sworn he heard her whimper in discontent. When he turned
so that Daenerys was on top of him and they were face to face, he moved his
hands to her waist and said,“I want you on top, my queen.”
Daenerys felt a rush of blood go to her core at his words. Now, they were
sitting, her in his lap and their faces so close they could feel the other’s
breath. Daenerys leaned in, kissing Jorah before she rolled her hips, feeling
more of Jorah's cock inside of her. Jorah let out an aroused growl, gripping
tighter onto Daenerys’ hips to help her move. Daenerys wanted to chuckle,
noticing his resemblance to an actual bear in that moment with his growl, but
didn't want to spoil the moment. She clung tighter to him as they moved in
tandem, feeling her heart swell as he started to whisper sweet nothings in her
ear about how beautiful she was and how much he adored her. The sweet words
weakened her, and she felt herself slipping closer to her climax.
“Jorah,  bear,”  Daenerys sighed, her head in the crook of his neck.
“Are you close, Daenerys? Do you want me to touch you?” Jorah said as he slowed
his hips and brought one hand between their bodies.
“Yes,”  Daenerys said breathily, leaning into Jorah's hand. His slender
fingers, calloused and rough, found her nub and rubbed her there. She cried out
and squeezed her walls tight around Jorah, making him buck up his hips in
surprise. They continued to kiss, messily now, before Daenerys pulled away and
moaned as she came, body shuddering in pleasure.
Jorah cradled Daenerys in his arms as he continued to slowly thrust into her.
She nestled her face into his neck, holding fast onto him. The position let
Jorah bury his nose in her perfumed hair, the sweet and spicy smell
intoxicating.
“Daenerys, I'm going to spill,” Jorah stuttered as his hips became erratic. His
heart was racing and the edges of his vision were going white.
“Spill in me, Jorah,” Daenerys said in a needy voice, clearly being driven by
her lust and need for him. Moments later, Jorah climaxed, gripping Daenerys’
hips tight and saying her name breathlessly into her silvery hair. Daenerys
moaned at the feeling of being filled by Jorah, and could already feel his seed
spilling down the inside of her thighs. Jorah slipped his cock out of her,
causing more of his seed to spill out of her, but he laid her back down on the
bed with his arms around her. Together, the pair panted and came down from
their highs while still tangled in the other's embrace. Daenerys felt fire go
through her veins, and let out a long sigh. Jorah kissed Daenerys’ smooth, pale
shoulders as he grew calm before bringing up Daenerys’ chin to look into her
eyes.
“I love you, sweet bear,” Daenerys said, words hazy and dipped in pleasure. Her
pink lips were parted in a small smile and her violet eyes were still lust-
blown. Jorah grinned and pressed a kiss to Daenerys’ forehead.
“I love you too, Daenerys,” Jorah replied before closing in to kiss her again.
In that moment, everything else fell away and for the first time in years,
Jorah felt like he was home.
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