Jorah could not sleep. As soon as I step foot on this retched boat, all hope of rest fades with the coast, he thought to himself. He had nearly a month of sound sleep on that island. At least I can be grateful for that.
As he lay there in the dim orange glow of his cabin, he allowed his mind to wander. What better to do? Jorah was not one for reading. His thought went to earlier that day. He recalled his queen's naked form. Her flawless beauty. The sight of her body slick with water, and shining in the sun was enough to leave him dumbfounded, and the memories created a stirring in his loins. He could feel the twitching of his manhood as it gently swelled. He remembered how she had sat on the ship, her breasts clear for all to see, and what a perfect sight she was. His cock pressed against his breeches as he thought of how she spread her legs to steady herself when the ship hit a wave, and her womanhood was suddenly there, right before his eyes. He had seen it many times, but this time was different. He began to undo the string of his breeches when he heard a creak outside the door. Another creek. A hand on the handle of the door and suddenly there she was.
Her tiny feet made barely a sound on the wooden floor of the Cabin as she crossed the room. Jorah's senses returned to him and he stood and greeted her formally, though he knew why she had come. "Your Grace….." he began, but she put two slender fingers over his lips. She removed the fingers, and with a movement of her shoulders, her blue silk robe slid down her naked body to the floor. The flickering orange light of the lone candle shimmered on her skin. At first glance it looked as if her body was aflame, the small fingers of fire flowing over her skin like sunlight on the sea. Jorah reached out and placed his hand on her waist. His large hand looked like the hand of a giant on her slight frame. His other hand rested higher on her body, below her breast. When Daenerys began to undo the string of his tunic, He let his hands roam more freely. One he moved to her buttocks, his hard hands deftly gentle, massaging her soft, shapely rear. The other hand he moved to her left breast, softly squeezing it in his palm. Her breasts looked nearly large on her small frame, but in truth they were less than a handful to the knight.
She lifted his tunic from the bottom when she had finished with the string. Jorah took over removing the garment when she reached as high as she could. He pulled the brown woollen tunic over his head and let it fall to the floor. He went back to her breast. After gently rolling her small, pink, erect nipple in his fingers, he lowered his head , and kissed her slender neck. Daenerys' hands ran down his chest, down his stomach, and her fingers began tugging at the knot of his breeches, were Jorah had begun to undo it. His kisses trailed down her body until he reached her nipple. He took the tiny thing in his mouth, and his tongue slowly swirled around it. He could hear her quiet sighs and gasps in his ear. Jorah moved his other hand across his queens stomach, and down between her thighs. Heer sex was warm, with the slightest hint of wetness. His breeches fell to the floor, and Jorah stepped out of them. His back began to ache from bending so far to her chest. He moved his hands to her back, and gently pulled her in for a kiss. She pushed her tongue forcefully in to his mouth.. When they broke the kiss, Jorah stood up straight, his back giving a slight crack that brought a smile to Dany's face. Jorah slowly moved his hands along her back. She put her hands on his broad chest. Her hands looked a child's on his muscular torso, sun browned and dusted with greying brown hair. Jorah's hands came to his Khaleesi's sides, by her breasts, and he lifted her, gently and easily. Dany wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist, pulling his head to her for a kiss.
Jorah could feel the throb of his manhood on her thigh. As Jorah kissed her deeply, she reached down and took him in her hand. Without breaking their kiss, she lifted herself onto his cock. She eased down on to it. Her tightness made it hard to fit all of him in at first. He felt her bite down on his lip as he plunged deeper, and she breathed a moan in to his mouth. Jorah let her lift herself off of his manhood, and push herself back down until his every inch felt the warmth and tightness of her sex. As soon as he was in her fully, he felt her speed up her gyrating. He placed his hands on the cheeks of her rear, pushing her down and lifting her off as she did. She rarely opened her eyes when they made love. She kept them shut in pleasure, and her moans confirmed her pleasure. Jorah could feel his climax approaching, but he stifled it as best he could. My Queen comes here to be satisfied, not to satisfy me, he thought as he thrust his cock into her.
Her moans were more intense now. Minutes of thrusting had pushed her to the edge of her pleasure, Jorah could feel it. Her nails dug deeper Into his shoulders with each passing second. He could feel the sweat between them as it ran between her breasts, down her stomach. Her face was red and slick and her hair clung to her face. Jorah turned around, and took the few steps to the bed. He could feel the ache in his muscles. She may not way much, but I am no young man. He bent down, and lifted his knee on to the bed. Daenerys continued to bury his cock in her as he moved. Jorah dropped his queen softly on the bed, and placed his hands either side of her head. She opened her eyes for the first time in a long while, and they met Jorah's. He got lost in her eyes in that moment. The violet of her eyes looked as deep as the Sunset Sea this night, and as vibrant as the fruits of Sothoryos. She put her hands on his rear, pulling him, harder and faster inside. Heer moans rose sharply, to a near shout, and she buried her nails in the flesh of his buttocks. Joorah kissed her to muffled her groans. You'll wake the whole damned fleet, child, he said to himself, smiling as he kissed her.
As soon as her screams had started, they stopped, and her voice caught in her throat. Her hands darted from his butt to his back, where her nails once again pressed hard. He could feel the tightness of her cunt double around his cock, and he could barely continue entering her. He moved his mouth from hers to watch her face as she climaxed. Her left eyelid twitched closed a thousand times a second, before her enchanting purple eyes rolled and the was nothing to see but white. As her body began to shake beneath him, Daenerys let out a screaming grunt loud enough to wake the dead. The voice of the girl was gone for that one sound. It was deep and dark and full of pleasure, grumbling and high-pitched all at once. He could feel her tightness in fits and starts around his manhood and the wetness on his thighs. He kept going, though she feeble tried to stop him. He could feel his seed burning within him again. He thrust and thrust, his thighs slapping hers, but before he had reached his finish, Dany started to shake again and her womanhood squeezed him tight again. With several more thrusts, his cock began to twitch and he pulled it from her. His seed spilled on her stomach, the first whip shooting up her chest and landing in a strip across her right breast. Jorah slid back on to his heels when he had finished spilling. He panted as he regained his breath. The small pool of seed began to run down her belly to the patch of silver blonde hair as she breathed.
When she had finally escaped the fringes of her pleasure, Dany called him to her. "Come" she said gently patting the bed beside her "Lay with me, Jorah. I require arms to fall asleep in"
Jorah was more than happy to oblige. He crawled up the bed to her side, and lay down. He could feel the dampness of the sheets, soaked in the sweat of his Queen. She turned over, stretching her arm out over his chest, and resting her head on his shoulder. Jorah wrapped his arm around her. He could feel how wet her skin was, and her hair was as if she'd been an hour in the rain. The smell in the room was sweet. In fact, he could think of no sweeter smell. He kissed Daenerys' head, tasting roses and sweat.
"You please your queen beyond words, valiant Knight" she said, teasing him and thanking him.
"Seeing you pleased brings me more pleasure than I deserve, Your Grace" he replied.
She laughed and ran her finger around his nipple.
"Thank you, Jorah" she said, kissing his chest.
"I love you, Daenerys" he replied. He knew he would get no reply, though he craved one so.
The two drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, not even aware of the rocking of the ship.