It was their second time. This time, it wasn't on a rickety boat above disturbed waves but across a fire, on the wooden floor, engulfed in the warmth of dancing ember flames and tickle of the fur blanket on their skin.

It wasn't meant to have happened. Daenerys had strictly made an inner vow, an inner promise, to not let herself grow weak with the burdens of love in the midst of lunacy and looming darkness. But with each thrust, with each slight jolt of her body, it made her forget all concerns that lingered frequently in her intellectual mind.

Her fingernails were digging into his pale skin, moaning hotly in his ear as he quickened his thrusts, opening her lilac eyes to stare up at a distorted face of pleasure, a face that normally held that of broodiness and displeasure; it was a sight to behold, a sight to drink in, a sight that made her hairs stick up on end despite the sheen of sweat on their skin and the radiance of the flame.

"Oh-" sighed Daenerys, arching her back. "Harder. Faster. /Please, Jon, I beg you."

And above her peered Snow, angling his hips in such a way that his cock delved deep inside of her. Daenerys' innocent-sounding pleads spurred him on to comply to his Queen's demands, arduous moans and grunts becoming a filthy and frequent noise as Jon pounded into her.

All it had taken was one look— that /damned/ look— and they were kissing again. His lips were the sweetest, despite being so cool, and his body was the key to her raging libido. They had been arguing prior, something not too foreign for the pair, but Daenerys had given into her demanding urges and here she was, in Winterfell, allowing the King of the North to effortlessly slide in and out of her temple of a body. She suddenly turned over— something that was new for the fluorishing duplet and pushed him down, small hands pressing against his scarred chest.

This was the power that had been stripped away from her for so long.

"Gods, Dany.." muttered out Jon as the petite frame on his started to ride him, slowly, their skin glistening with sweat, something that looked strangely appealing for the silver-haired beauty.

Slowly, she guided his hands to her firm breasts, allowing him to squeeze and have his way with her erected nipples. She threw her head back, moaning and whimpering as he twisted and pinched them, the pain spurring her to ride him faster.

Their skin was smacking now, eager to fall off the edge and drown in an euphoric heaven, Daenerys bouncing gracefully on his cock as he writhed beneath her from wanting to release.

Daenerys gasped and sighed, falling on him as she spasmed around his throbbing and reddened cock, humming blissfully as she felt him spill inside of her. Daenerys felt so full.

Pressing her lips against his bearded jaw, breathing heavily against his skin, she said:

"We ought to argue more often."