Hi everyone! I'm Christy and I'm new to the Game of Thrones/ASOIAF world as far as writing goes though I have been involved in fandom for years. This idea would not leave me alone as I feel Dany should get to experience The Lord's Kiss. So this idea would not let go and here we are. It was supposed to be shorter than this, but I can't seem to write smut without fluff, so this is what came out. Hope you like. Without further adieu, I give you The Lord's Kiss.
Jon hovered above Dany, his lips coursing ever lower as he pressed himself to her below. He wasn't ready to enter her just yet. He had something a little different in mind than their earlier lovemaking session. Not that it hadn't been satisfying.
She'd been pliant and loose in his arms and everything he could have hoped for. Every thrust she met with fervor with a thrust of her own lithe body meeting his in the air, as their coupling threatened to break them both in half, was like a prayer to the gods. He had never felt as he had with Dany. He couldn't help but think of her as thus. Though they'd not talked about it again, she was just that. His Dany.
He didn't know if he could lay claim to her like that, but his heart said that he could and the way she gazed at him told him she felt the same way. She'd cried out his name when she'd finally fallen apart in his arms and then he'd followed soon after, his seed spilling deep within her.
And he prayed as it did to all the gods, old and new, that his seed would quicken within her. She'd been told that she couldn't have children and Jon was okay with that, but it couldn't hurt to hope. He wouldn't mind a piece of the two of them brought into this world.
Besides, though she voiced her barren status as something she had long ago accepted, her eyes told a different tale. He knew the dragons were her children and his heart broke for her having just lost one of them, Viserion, the beautiful gold and white dragon. He wondered if a child of theirs could be a balm to her broken heart. It would be terrible timing with the Great War ahead of them, but he couldn't help himself. He had gone soft in the head, he thought, thinking about a life with Dany. He had never thought such things possible.
As the bastard of Winterfell, he had known that such a life would never be possible for him. But so much had changed since then. What he'd seen north of The Wall had changed his perspective on everything. Once you were faced with the undead army of the Night King, things like societal expectations and norms did not mean much anymore.
Once you'd had your own brothers of the Night's Watch knife you down in the courtyard leaving you to bleed your last and you somehow find your way back to the living world, nothing else mattered much. It faded away like the winds of winter.
If someone had told him a half year ago even that he would be in this bed, on this ship with Daenerys Targaryen, making love to her, he would have told him they were more delusional than the Mad King, Aerys.
But here he was and here they were, naked in her big bed on this boat, tucked away deep in the bowels of the ship. Alone, at last.
He smirked to himself as he flicked his tongue across the beaded pearl of one nipple, the rosy bud firm and warm between his lips as he suckled and he smiled against her skin as she began to writhe beneath him. He pulled himself from her breast and began to scoot himself lower, letting his lips trail over the flat expanse of her belly, tasting her navel and letting his hands wander to her slim hips.
So far, she had not questioned his actions and the course he was taking, but just as his lips reached the final swath of pale white skin and transitioned to a triangle of darker curls at the top of her sex, she raised her head.
"Jon?" His name coming from her lips, soft and sultry was nearly his undoing and he almost abandoned the task at hand to crawl his way back up her body and enter her with one long thrust. He took a deep breath and placed a kiss just at the top of her sex, the curls of her mons tangling in his beard for a moment as he lifted his head and he let his eyes rake up her perfect body. Gods, she was fucking beautiful laid out like this.
Her wide violet eyes took him in, questioning, wondering, curious but he just shook his head slightly and smiled shyly. How could he tell her what he hoped to do? He was not all that experienced after all and though he'd done this before, this quite specifically, he had been told that it was something to be enjoyed and since the thought had formed in his mind earlier, he could not rid it from his thoughts. He had to taste her.
So he used his hands to communicate what he was about to do. His fingers skated down over her hips, smoothing over her slim, but supple thighs and traveled on lightly trailing finger-steps, right between her knees to press them apart, coaxing her legs open, spreading her wide.
He watched her face as he did so and her mouth formed a small 'o' as she realized his intent and opened her thighs to his open gaze and if wasn't already lying in front of her, he'd be kneeling at her feet, begging to drink her in, all those pink folds glistening, beckoning.
He'd already sworn fealty to her but he did so again and claimed her most secret place as his very own as he flicked out his tongue and took one swipe up her warm center, and she moaned above him, her thighs instinctively clamping around his head and he reached up with both hands, sliding his palms against her bare bottom and pressing her firmly to his face as he placed small licks on her outer folds, teasing her, tasting her in compressed time.
She tasted just as sweet as he'd hoped, tang and musk sliding over his tongue as he delved in deeper with each lick, loving every delicious drop she was giving him as she sighed and bucked against his mouth.
"Jon. Oh gods." She was saying and it was music to his ears and his cock throbbed against the mattress, longing for release. But he could wait, for no song could be sweeter than hearing the sounds of Dany enjoying the pleasures he was giving her and he wanted to take his time with her. They were on a boat heading North; they had plenty of time.
Feeling relatively certain that she wasn't going to slip away from him, he took one hand from underneath her to bring it up to join his tongue to help her along. He wanted to see her fall apart beneath his lips and give herself over to what he was doing. He traced one finger over her outer folds, and took a moment to glance up to see her head thrown back in rapture and then he dove back in again, his tongue flicking up her slit and finding that hardened nub at the top of her sex.
His tongue laved over the bud with slow and easy strokes and she was moaning louder and louder and he couldn't find it in himself to quiet her. He liked hearing her moan and groan and sigh out his name and as he ran his finger up her center, finding her warm and wet and waiting, he slid one digit inside her tight walls and felt her begin to quiver all over.
She was close and he continued his oral quest, licking and laving at her core, using his finger to slide in and out of her as the flat of his tongue stroked that hardened nub over and over again until her thighs began to quake against his cheeks and she came with a loud cry, keening in pleasure. He continued lapping at her while sneaking glances and then finally when she was spent he licked her one time more for good measure. Her small form gave a final tiny shudder of pleasure and then she sighed and he just rested his head against her thigh, taking one hand up to run over his beard where she'd very nearly soaked them both in her release and it just barely hid the smile he couldn't help but let go.
As he looked at her, his heart swelled anew at the picture she made; flushed, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat at what he'd just put her through, chest heaving with each breath, jostling those pretty breasts of hers. He couldn't believe he was here with her.
Finally, she opened her eyes and propped herself on one elbow to take one long gaze at him, her violet eyes raking over him hungrily as she smiled at him softly and he'd never seen anything like it in his entire life. He could stay here on this boat for the rest of his days, drinking up Dany and their love and the world outside them be damned. The Night King be damned. The whole damn world could fall around their ears right now and he couldn't find that he cared. He was, well and truly, in love with this woman, his Queen.
"Come here, My Lord." Dany crooked a finger at him and oh she looked so comely with her fresh kissed lips and mussed silver hair and that look in her eyes that he was only beginning to understand meant he was well and truly done for.
He didn't waste time in heeding her command and he wondered at how he'd resisted bending the knee when he'd first arrived at Dragonstone. She had galled him then demanding that he bend the knee and swear fealty to her and her quest for the Iron Throne. There were other pressing matters at hand that he had come to address with her.
He'd wondered when he walked into that throne room and he refused to bend the knee, if he'd always been meant for this moment. One could not be in Daenerys Targaryen's presence and not feel some allegiance to her. She commanded the respect of thousands and Cersei Lannister could learn a thing or two from the woman with him.
But that seemed eons ago now that he'd stood in her throne room. Now, he made his way up her body, stopping along the way to place small kisses on her belly, one breast and then the other and finally stopping at her lips and pressing his mouth to hers, letting her taste herself on his lips.
They kissed for a few minutes, for they'd found that once they started kissing, it was often hard for them to stop again. Then she broke away from him and her eyes scanned his face and on her own she was wearing a small smile.
"And where, might I ask, did you learn that clever little trick with your tongue, Jon Snow?" She said and he laughed. He couldn't even help himself and once he did, he found that he couldn't stop laughing and then she joined him too. He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed at all, let alone this hard.
"I demand to know what's so funny." She said, still laughing and he just shook his head.
"Nothing." He protested with a grin, smoothing her hair back from her forehead and placing a kiss there too for good measure.
"You're laughing at me." She said, pretending to pout and he looked at her in surprise. She was an enigma.
He shook his head, quite serious now and looked straight into her eyes. "I would never laugh at you, My Queen." She seemed to understand that he was about to reveal something important to him so she relented on the questions and she placed her hands on either side of his face, and he had never felt more sure of anything in his life.
He was glad she was looking straight into his eyes. He wanted to see her face when he said it. He had never said those three words to a woman before. He had never told Ygritte and then she was gone. He'd always regretted that he never got to tell her.
He wasn't about to make that same mistake now. Especially, not with how things had been going for them lately. Who knew when he would get another chance?
"I love you, Dany." He said simply and then waited and for a space of two heartbeats, maybe three and he wondered if she would say anything to him or if she would just look at him with those contemplative eyes the exact shade of lavender and make him guess at what was going on in that beautiful head of hers.
But he didn't have to wait long. Her eyes filled with tears even as she smiled at him. "And, I, you, Jon." She pressed her lips to his and he moved between her legs then, entering her in one fluid stroke and she gasped into his mouth at their sudden coupling, his own body shuddered, and he wondered if it would be that way every time for them as their bodies became one. He hoped it would. He hoped he had a million more memories just like this one to recall while he was out fighting for his life and that of the world they lived in.
She was content for a minute to let him take the lead again as he pulsed himself in and out of her in long strides and he looked deep into her eyes as he did so, taking in every moment, every flush of her cheeks, every flicker of the candlelight in her eyes, every tiny bead of sweat that was gathering on her skin.
He leaned down to capture her lips with his own and her tongue entered his mouth, sliding alongside his, teasing, licking, tasting him and he groaned into her mouth. She took advantage of his momentary loss of momentum to flip their positions and suddenly he found himself pinned beneath her, her lithe body slipping over his and impaling herself on his length as if they'd never missed a beat.
He cried out then as it felt so good. Too good and he reached up to still her hips a moment before this was all over before he really got to enjoy it. Because there was something really spectacular seeing Dany above him, her breasts jostling with each rocking movement of her hips into his, riding him as she would a stallion.
Gods, he couldn't get over it. "You're so beautiful." He said and then she smiled at him and began rocking herself over him again, his length sliding in and out of her deliciously on each movement. She pressed her knees to his sides and somehow shifted them so that he was fully seated inside her on each thrust and he began to thrust up against her, meeting her stride for stride and she was moaning above him now, bracing her hands on his chest.
Her fingers came out to trace one scar and then another and she leaned down to press her lips to each one in kind, her lips leaving an imprint no knife could ever carve out of him, of that he was sure. Her hair cascaded down over them, and he felt like nothing could touch them. Not him. Not Dany. Not this room or this ship.
They were a force. Together. Riding out a crest of a wave in this storm their bodies had created. He felt the quickening of her release coming before she did, he thought, as her walls squeezed rhythmically around his cock and she cried out his name as she rocked over him again and again, pulsing out her climax and then he felt his own coming on like lightning down his spine.
A starburst of light behind his eyes and he was sure he was ascending up into the Heavens and he held onto her hips as he bucked up into her because if the gods were taking him on a night flight into the sky, then she was coming with him.
She continued to rock herself over him a few more times until they were both spent and then collapsed beside him in a messy, beautiful heap of sweat and hair and a scent of lavender he was starting to realize was branded into his skin.
Finally, as they lay breathless side by side, they were finally quiet, both of them soaking up the moment. They'd had yet to leave the bed and that would probably have to change soon because they'd bound to have worked up an appetite with all this activity.
She folded herself against him, tucking her head into his arm and he pulled her into his embrace and kissed the side of her head. She sighed quietly and for a minute he thought she'd gone to sleep. He'd like nothing better than to watch her sleeping peacefully in his arms.
But then she spoke. "I'm glad you came to Dragonstone." She said and it was not what he expected her to say but it gave him pause for thought. Because he was glad too. He couldn't have imagined any other outcome.
"I am too." He said simply.
As they lay there in the quiet, he thought his father, Ned would be proud that he hadn't let fear win and keep him away from taking a chance on an unlikely ally.
He thought he'd won more than just a successful military alliance with the woman who lay in his arms. He'd found the love of his life and now that things had played out like they had, he couldn't imagine it any other way. He didn't want to.
Well this is my first real venture into the world of Jonerys and Game of Thrones writing and it's quite different. I hope you liked this one shot. I am also in the process of planning a couple of fics to write over this LONG hiatus. One is in canon verse and the other is an AU. I will let you guys know when things are more firmed up on that. If you liked this, please let me know in the comments. Or if you didn't. lol But please be kind, it is my first Game of Thrones/ASOIAF fic. Lol Thanks for reading xoxoxo