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I knocked on Dany's door gently, feeling incredibly awkward with the guards beside me. They were kneeling on the ground with their spears in front of them, heads bowed in respect. It made me feel uneasy. For I am not royalty yet. I still feel like a bastard.

"Please stand, it is much too early for such a thing," I said kindly. They looked confused for a moment before they began to move.

The door opened suddenly just as they were on their feet, and they kneeled down again. I rolled my eyes and turned to Daenerys with an annoyed expression. It turned into shock almost immediately. She looked like she was readying herself to be painted or sculpted. She only wore robes and her hair lie majestically over her shoulders.

"You've finally come to discuss our wedding I presume," she said, stepping to the side for me to enter. I walked inside the room trying to get my tongue to work again. How was it that the gods allowed me to be loved by such a beautiful creature?

"Yes, I wanted to go over the guest list. I have brothers and sisters of the bastard variety that I want to be present. Some of which I do not know. I want to send out an invitation to each house and have them legitimized at the wedding."

Daenerys hesitated for a moment before chuckling. "I thought you were coming here to finally bed me but you've come to speak of politics. You wound me, my love."

My face flushed and I looked away to hide my embarrassment. I knew she was blunt but damn it I wasn't ready. "Who knows. After you give me what I want anything can happen," I said, regaining my wit.

Daenerys' brows rose in amusement and she came to sit down beside me. Her robes fell open almost on cue, revealing her milky skin. I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering and to know that I didn't have to hide it turned me on even more.

"No matter how much you want to deny it, you are already a queen, Ashen. You have inspired quite the following. Fleabottom has been cheering since our announcement. You may do anything you please, within reason. No need to ask me," she said, sipping her cup of wine. I grinned discreetly.

"Good, good. I will send the ravens on the morrow. But, I am curious about who you wish to invite. You tend to be overzealous."

Daenerys became thoughtful, no doubt going over the houses that she could align herself with further. "Of course we will invite the Starks. I wish to meet them. It seems they have quite the influence. The Mormonts of course. Ser Jorah and his lady sister are always welcomed. Hmm, the Martells and The Tyrells as well. Maybe Daario Naharis. I wish to speak him about the state of Mereen."

I nodded along until the last name. I had heard her and Tyrion talking about him before.

"Isn't he in love with you? Are you sure that is a good idea? I don't want to kill anyone at our wedding. I've heard it's a bad omen."

"Daario is a reasonable man. He knows how to take rejection. Now, I'm done playing at politics for the night," she said, running her eyes over me. She took one last sip of her wine and sat it on the table. "Take off your clothes."

I just stared at her, wondering if she was serious. "I don't think I will, your grace. I'm not one of the little boys you've played around with. I'm a queen now."

Daenerys stood slowly, stalking toward me with all the poise of a predator. My lips quirked upward as she stood in front of me, one perfect brow arched in challenge. I couldn't help myself. I had to run my hands over her beautiful hips. She was so warm.

"You would question your queen?" Her voice was more sultry than I had yet to witness. It was doing wonders to my body. I don't think I have ever been as hard as I am right now.

"Yes. Do you plan to do anything about it?"

Daenerys grinned at me and lowered herself to her knees. My entire body flushed as her hands caressed my thighs. "It seems as if your loyalties are weakening. Should I give you something to fight for, your grace?"

I sat back in my chair as if it were a throne, smirking down at my betrothed. On the inside, I was shaking. "If you think you can, little Targaryen. However, I don't think my doubts can be shaken easily. Mine is the fury, remember?"

There was a fire in her eyes that I'd seen before. I learned not long ago not to ever say no to Daenerys Targaryen. Now, I wanted to see to what lengths she would take this little role play. From the looks of it she would take it farther than I hoped and thank the gods for that.

"We will surely see."

Daenerys hastily began to remove my boots like they were an enemy. I chuckled quietly as I watched a serious look come over her face. She was so determined to show me whatever it was that she wanted to prove. Once they were discarded she started on my trousers. The anticipation was killing me.

When she finally got them off, I removed my jerkin myself. I might need to learn patience but when a woman such as my betrothed desires me I will not keep her waiting longer than necessary. Her hands smoothed up my bare thighs to the place I needed her the most, resulting in goosebumps.

"I see that you've chosen your sigil quite well, your grace. A serpent in mind and body," she hissed, gripping my swollen member in her dainty hands. My body tensed up hard but I couldn't help laughing aloud.

"You're supposed to be showing me your worth not admiring my cock," I laughed. Daenerys only rolled her eyes at me, tightening her grip. I almost jumped through the ceiling.

Her lips wrapped around me gently, like a kiss. I took a sharp breath in at the soul shattering feeling. It had been a long time since I had a woman. If you call a month a long time. I had been so wrapped up in the rebellion and leading my people that I didn't make time for pleasure. Now, I wonder how I lived without it.

"Seven hells," I whispered, gripping her silver locks in my fingers gently. I could feel her smile around me but I couldn't look at her or my mind would be overwhelmed.

As time went on, my toes were beginning to curl painfully and I thought I wouldn't last much longer. I pushed her shoulders back gently, trying to get her to ease off, but she wouldn't stop. I wiped some sweat from my brow and tried to hold on for dear life.

"Daenerys, I don't want this to be over prematurely," I rasped, eyes rolling into the back of my head. It was like she didn't need to breathe. I could feel her throat constricting around me like a vise and I almost lost it.

She finally let me go, wiping her smirking lips. "Have you regained your faith, your grace? Or do you need another demonstration?"

I was over the games by now and I'm sure it showed on my face. The only game I wanted to play was in the bed and we would both be winning. I picked her up off the ground easily, ignoring her surprised yelp. I laid her on the bed hastily, ripping off the annoying robe.

"Your enthusiasm is exciting," Daenerys said, leaning up on her elbows. I rolled my eyes and pushed her back down on the bed, kissing down her ivory skin. She tasted so good already. "I could get used to this."

I wrapped my lips around her hard bundle of nerves and all of the annoying words she was planning on spewing died in her throat in favor of beautiful moans. I pushed her legs down before they could wrap around my head and dove in deeper. She tasted so good. Like Dornish wine and lemon cakes. My favorite.

"Oh gods!"

Daenerys arched her hips up into my mouth hard, bucking against me for more. The grip of her hands in my hair was hard but it urged me on. I couldn't help but grab my cock to give it some relief. I had never been so worked up in my life. Just knowing that she is mine does something to me.

I could tell by the way her breathing was coming sharp and the twitching of her hips that she was close, but I couldn't very well let her cum now could I? I wanted to feel that firsthand. When I pulled away, she whined pitifully but it didn't deter me.

"Why did you stop," she asked, sitting up to look at me with those lidded eyes. I pulled her down to the edge of the bed, ignoring her completely. I only had one thing on my mind.

I gripped her hip firmly, rubbing my cock against her entrance. I could already feel her warmth and I couldn't wait to get inside. It looked a bit ridiculous though. Seeing as she is much smaller than me in every way but from the way her hips were pushing towards me she didn't mind.

When I finally pushed inside her, I couldn't help the deep moan that came out of me. Daenerys gripped my arms hard, nails digging into my skin. I stopped for a moment to give her time to adjust, though I doubted that it was necessary. She was sopping.

Her hips pushed toward me And I took that as my cue. I began thrusting into her slowly, building up momentum. The sheer heat and tightness of her beckoned me forth like a siren. The sounds she made only served to make me that much more aroused if possible. I scooted up on the bed draping my body over hers, thrusting harder.

Daenerys pulled me down into a heated kiss. "Gods, I love you," she moaned into my mouth.

All of a sudden, the fire in me seemed to come to a simmer. The soft look in her eyes making my hips slow down. This wasn't fucking anymore. The weight of my love for her hit me hard.

I peppered kisses all over face gently, eyes beginning to water. "As I love you, Daenerys. I am yours."

I thrusted deeper into her over and over until her mouth dropped open, her body spasming hard. The iron grip around my cock threw me into my own orgasm. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body and I collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around me, kissing my neck gently.

We just lie there for a moment, completely connected and comfortable. After such an experience, I could only run my fingertips over her face. I felt a new appreciation for her, however superficial it may seem. Almost everything about her was perfect and enrapturing. I never stood a chance.

A thoughtful look came over her face and I kissed her lips. "What are you thinking so hard about? We're supposed to be basking in the afterglow," I laughed. Daenerys rolled over to look at me inquisitively.

"Are you able to have children," she asked quietly, moving my hair away from my face. I was surprised by the question but I kept my composure.

"I don't know but if a woman comes before us bearing a black headed child, we will have the answer," I laughed. I rolled off of her carefully, lying on my side to gaze upon her face.

She seemed to be thinking even harder now but about something unpleasant. I grabbed her hand gently. "My dragons are the only children I will ever have. I want you to know what you will be giving up for me," Daenerys whispered, staring me in the eyes.

It seemed as though she was close to tears. It hurt my heart to see her in so much pain. I grabbed her up in my arms and held her to my breast. "Are you sure of this? How do you know for sure?"

"When I was married to Drogo, I lost a child. He was to be the stallion that mounted the world but it wasn't so. A witch doctor cursed my womb to never quicken again."

Anger stabbed at me but I stamped it down in favor of consoling my love. Suddenly, I became overwhelmed with a sense of determination. "We will prove her wrong. The world will see the joining of our houses in the flesh again one day. I vow it," I said adamantly, holding her tighter.

Daenerys looked up at me with a soft smile, pressing her lips against my own. I dove into it with abandon, trying to show my devotion to her. The thought of seeing her with child made that fire burn below my waist again. She laughed when she felt it pressing against her stomach.

"Shall we begin now," she said, climbing on top of me like a mount. I smirked and grabbed her hips.

"We shall."