It didn't look right. He was in her tent, breaking every rule there is about a knight's behaviour around his queen. Suddenly, the years of training were forgoten, the rules abandoned, manners no longer functional. She came in, wearing that amazing blue dress that makes her looking like a Goddess. And at that moment she was nothing less to him. Thoughts in his head were not at all suitable for a knight. He loved her before, but now, he desired her. He could finally want her properly. Well, as proper as it can be, given the circumstances.

He came so close he could hear her heart beating. The warmth of her tiny body an inch or less away from his. She closed her eyes, leaning closer to his lips. Jorah thought this is heaven. He got more courageous, slowly introducing his tongue to her mouth. Dany moaned. She pulled him closer, wanting more of him. He was a good kisser, despite the years out of practice. He tasted a bit awful, but what could one expect from a werebear? She didn't mind. Instead, she pulled his yellow shirt over his head, revealing his masculine chest and well-bulit arms. Dany wanted to get her dress of but he stopped her. He wanted that pleasure.

The godly dress fell down, under it a godly body of his Khaleesi. His breaths got deeper and faster, kissing her again, this time more agressive than earlier. Her nipples hardened before Jorah could reach them. He was pleased she wasn't completely forcing herself into this, but acctually wanted it at least a little bit. He ran his finger down her body, reaching a very intimate area. He broke up from the kiss to see if she trusts him enough. She knew he stopped just above it. She took his hand and placed it. Jorah felt the warmth of her, massaging her with his fingers.

Her sudden moves told him just how much she enjoyes this encounter. She pulled his fingers to her mouth and licked them slowly, then put them inside of her, making a noise of pleasure. He knew his way around, touching the exact spot she wanted. He got rougher by the minute. His massage became faster and deeper, as deep as it got, using only his fingers. She couldn't stand anymore, it felt so good. She leaned on him while he continued working his magic.

He used his other arm to direct her for another kiss. She stopped him before he reached her mouth.

»Ser Jorah...Your clothes are difficult to remove.« He noticed she had problems undoing his trousers. He wanted to help by removing his own fingers from her.

»No,« she cried, »stay in there, I'll do this.« She finally managed to completely undress him. Seeing his manhood for the second time today scared her in some way.

»I don't know if I'm quite ready for you, Ser.«

»Now, why would that be,« he asked her playfully, still massagin her. »You look ready to me,« he smirked.

»No, it's just that...I've never seen such a big...« She pointed in the direction of his waist. »That's what I'm not ready for.«

»Oh.« He felt flattered. »Well, you don't need to worry, I will be gentle.« Somehow, that didn't sound as reasuring as it should.

He took control of the situation, laying her down on her back, while he kneeled down, spreading her legs. Dany was nervous. She hasn't done this in quite a while. She kissed Jorah once before, but this was a very different area of expertise. When he got ready, he looked at her face, seeking lust he'd already spotted minutes ago. It was still there.

»May I?« Why, even now, aroused as he was, he asked her permission.

»Ser Jorah, I'm ordering you to go as deep as you can, or I shall tell everyone where you've been going every full moon.« He grinned and kept looking at her face while going in. She closed her eyes, feeling every inch in her, shivering until he filled the space. And that was deep, as she ordered. He started moving in her, slowly at first, but when her body got used to the sensation, the moving got faster and harder. But Dany had no intention staying under Jorah much longer and she turned him around like a professional. He was surprised at first, being in an unknown position. She sat on him now, slowly moving her hips, taking care he was always all in. Jorah swallowed hard and looked up. If he kept looking at her for too long, he'll be over and done with in no time. She knew exactly what to do, balancing herself on his chest, softly scratching it with every move of her hips. Afterwards, she leaned, grabbed his wrists and pulling them up above his head but still moving her hips. He was her prisoner now. A slave. The only time she supported the idea of having a slave.

It was becoming evident he couldn't hold in any longer. She let him massage her breasts for a little before he finally reached the point of orgasm. He didn't make noise which men usually do, but his facial expressions spoke louder. After he finished, she kissed him. A long kiss that was...

»So, when do we know if it worked?« She asked after they parted.

»Well, not before the next full moon.«

»So we have a long time to practice in case it doesn't help the first time.« Jorah smiled and kissed her again. Heaven on Earth.