Daenerys
Jon had me pinned, on the wall of my cabin. Half-naked, in nothing, but my semi-transparent under garments. Somehow, he had discarded his heavy tabard, but apart from that, he still had everything on. His lips, hungrily, devoured me, not giving me any respite, not even for air. His hands frantically roamed my form, feeling and touching every inch of my stimulated body. Those first kisses were like a sensuous dance. Slow and awkward at first, so teasing and provocative. However, once our lips and tongues synchronized together, the kisses grew in depth and increased in speed, melding not only our bodies, but, our very souls as well. The heat that had surrounded me all my life, was finally tempered, by his cool interior, and, as we kissed, we transmitted our essence, into the other. Finally, Jon, allowed me to breathe, but continued to plant kisses all over my face, before biting my bottom lip, gently. I closed my eyes, unable to keep them open, as sensation, passion and ardour, overwhelmed me.
Jon began to plunder my lips again, simultaneously, he seductively lowered the straps of my flimsy underwear, exposing my precious mounds. Reluctantly, his mouth left mine, but this was temporary, as he started trailing kisses, down the shaft of my neck. His strong fingers, traced my areolas; The attention instantly hardened my nipple. My pussy tingled, as he trailed his fingertips in between the ridge of my breasts, down to my stomach, settling there for a while. His caresses effected every erogenous zone in my body, and unable to do anything else I bite my own bottom lip.
His mouth, latches onto my breasts, the emotions I am feeling, I can only describe as wonderful. Descending my thighs, are those magical fingers, and I pant deeply, in wanton anticipation. I know what's coming, and when his tentacles find their destination, I gasp. They enter me and stretched me, probing my hot, throbbing hole. He brushes my clit, and all I can do is moan and spontaneously, discharge all over his hand. Jon smiles a wry smile, and looking intently into my eyes, he lowers himself onto the floor. Unexpectedly, he is kissing my stomach, and places soft kisses along my womb. He ceases for a brief minute, and my body immediately mourns the loss of his touch.
Suddenly, I feel his beard, coarse on my thigh, but there is no movement from him, all I can feel is his hot breath, and the anticipation is killing me. I feel his tongue flick the little nub, and in seconds I writhe as another wave of pleasure washes over me. I don't know, if, I am coming or going, but as his tongue introduces itself to my sacred place, I lose all control, saturating him with my own juice. I can't think of anything else now, not one thing is of any consequence. I feel a numbness rise in me, I can't describe because I have honestly never felt this before. I can't catch my breath, I can't think about anything, except what Jon is doing to me. He is gentle, flicking me one minute, and gorging on me the next. Overwhelmed, my body begins to buck and I now I am completely undone. My legs shake, unsteadying me, but he is there, his hard body, bracing me as my one crumbles. I look him square in the eye, His face soaked with my juices. I cannot speak, all I could do is breathe deeply, attempting to come down. I can only ask myself one question, just who is this King in the North?
Jon
My cock, had been rock hard, since I had knocked that cabin door. From our first meeting, I was always semi hard in her presence, Daenerys had that effect on me. Every time, I saw her, my cock stirred, and, when I shut that door, I was overcome, with lust fever. I had never wanted a woman so badly, and I had no qualms in showing her the extent of my longing. The attraction between us was so strong, that when we initially kissed, I felt a wave of tranquillity, overcome me. I couldn't stop kissing her, and when my hands explored her body, it was like feeling warm velvet.
Those breasts, that she hid under her heavy apparel were better than I imagined. They were perfect, round and firm; and I enjoyed exploring her cleavage and feasting on her nipples. It was when, I tasted her nectar, that I was blown away. I had never had anything but compliments from Ygritte regarding the 'Lords kiss', and I had guessed correctly that My Dragon Queen would enjoy this talent, also. However, the way she came undone, I knew I had excelled myself.
Her pussy was so wet, and so sweet, licking it, enraptured me. I had not been inside her yet, but after tasting her, she owned me, and I knew I owned her. The way her eyes had rolled back into her head, and how her whole-body shock, it did not surprise me that her breathing was still laboured, even though time had elapsed. Attempting to walk unaided towards the bed, Daenerys turned around and held out her hand to me, I took it, and let her lead me. I wanted to watch her as she sashayed to the bed, the underwear in rags, drunk, from love, and wobbly on her feet. At this moment there was not a woman sexier than Daenerys Targaryen, in all the seven kingdoms.
Daenerys forcefully pushed me on the bed, signalling it was her time, to take control. I lay back, expecting her to go for the jugular, but instead of going for my cock, she lifts my left leg and pulls off my boots. I smirk, has the Queen done this for a man before, I wonder! As she pulls it and off and discards it across the room, it drops with a thud, then the other. I thought, I'd help her out by pulling off my upper garments, but when she sees my scars, her countenance changes. I see the same look, she gave me on the boat, I swear I can see tears welling in her eyes. Her fingers lightly brushed the scars, as she closes her eyes feeling the roughness, of the betrayal, that ended my life.
"I was dead,' I said as her hands soothed the skin with her touch. "The red witch brought me back,'
"lucky for me,' she said, straining a smile, her hands still running along my chest, then her touch strayed lower. Her fingers played with the fastening of my breeches and within no time at all, she had me free.
Like any self-respecting northerner, I stood to attention, ready for action. Daenerys held me in her hands, playing with me and acquainting herself like I had to her peach earlier. I had expected her mouth, but she clambered on top of me, slowly sinking on me, until every inch was buried to the hilt. It felt good, better than good, and when she began to move, I had to steady myself so I did not scream out. Every time she moved, I felt her rosebud hit my base, and the total connection we have. Moaning, my hands caressed her lust swollen nipples, as she ebbs and flows on me. It is my turn to feel helpless, to her onslaught of pleasure.
I guess by the ease My Queen rides me, she has experience in this position, as it gives her the upper hand, but from this night, until our last, neither would ever need the upper hand. I thrust rapidly up into her, and she tries to maintain her pace. I do it again, and then again, and I feel her crumple on top of me. I know she was created for me to love her, and as her body spasmodically shakes I pull her in, for yet another kiss. I am still rock hard, and still inside of her. Her on top had been a delight, but I needed to really fuck her. As her body still quivered, I flipped her on her back, our bodies fitted so naturally together. I don't rush it, but move in and out slowly, teasing her with long, lovingly strokes. I know by the way she moans my name; no other man could ever touch her again.
Daenerys
I had lost count, regarding the amount of times, I had unravelled due to Jon. Each climax was more intense than the last, I felt like I had lost my maidenhead on this very night, and that Jon had unremittingly unlocked the secrets of my body.
Before, there were two unique people; Now, there was only one mass, as we organically fused together. I had never had this, Drogo I had grown to love him, yes, and Dario, well I had enjoyed his dick, but Jon Snow took it to a whole uncharted level. He pushed the right buttons, he matched me, I would say surpassed me, because it was not all about his wants, and needs. He was an unselfish lover, with a dominant streak and intense passion.
Jon begins by fucking me slowly, each thrust is lingering and calculating, hitting the jackpot every time. His dark pupils reveal, the rise in his intensity, and he begins to fuck me so hard, so raw, that my moaning increases, and I am sure the whole ship will know what is going on, in the Queens cabin. He moans too, as he pounds away at me, this is both delicious and brutal. He licks me, then begins to bite my neck, then I watch the most perfect bottom rise and fall, and wrap my legs around him to get him to go even more deeper.
I lay underneath him, receiving all, he is giving me, our exquisite bodies soaked in sweat, and other juices. We don't break eye or lips contact, or the connection our bodies have made. Abruptly, he stops, and looks at me, with such love and passion, that I want to cry. My lips swollen from his onslaught, eagerly awaits his lips again. I am not disappointed, as he plants a smacker on me, and rides me the hardest I have ever been ridden in my life.
We both climax together, it is bliss, the waves crush us like the ones surrounding the boat we are on. He does not pull out, but shoots stream after stream of himself into me.
"I think we need to find the Ship's captain," he said between pants.
"why" I asked, not sure why he would need him.
"To Marry us," he said in his gruff northern accent. "There is no Septa on the boat, I cannot wait until we get to Winterfell, and I want you to be my wife, if you will have me?"
"What will the Lords in the North say? "I replied without answering.
"Don't care, this isn't about them, it's about us, what do you say, will you Daenerys of house Targaryen be my wife?"