Daenerys hesitated outside Jon's door. Not a soul stirred this late hour. The only sound she could hear was that of her own breath. She waited alone, pondering whether it had been wise to wake him so late after he'd had such a long day.

Suddenly, she heard a shuffling from inside his room. She held her ear close to his door to listen, hearing what she thought might be grunting. He's awake, she thought, raising a hand to knock.

Jon had almost immediately appeared from behind his door, looking startled.

"I couldn't sleep," Daenerys explained.

"Me either," Jon said, reaching for her hand to draw her inside as she shivered.

The room smelled like sweat as she entered. Jon's sweat. It was unmistakable. She felt the familiar ache stir within as the scent slowly enveloped her. Jon leaned against his door, lifting his leg as he rested the sole of his bare foot against the wood. Daenerys examined him for a moment.

His hair looked longer. It was wet. Glistening with sweat from head to toe, he wore only a tattered pair of dark linen trousers that hugged every curve of his lower body, particularly his thighs. It looked as though someone had spilled a mixture of red and violet paint onto his chest. She found herself wincing at the sight of the bruise that stretched over the length of it, as he folded his arms beneath the discoloration.

"What were you doing?"

"Exercising. It helps me relax."

"I could help you relax."

Jon scoffed at the idea, as if it were the most absurd thing he'd ever heard, "You're why I need relaxing."

Jon, in turn, examined Daenerys. She wore her white cloak over a muddy grey silken robe. The fabric was thin and did nothing to obscure her hardened nipples. Inevitably, his blood began to churn inside him like magma, as his too-tight trousers started chafing against his groin. Dany's gaze shifted to the bulge as Jon tugged the fabric away from it, trying in vain to find some kind of give in the fabric that wasn't there.

He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, as she all but drooled watching the bulge thicken beneath the nearly threadbare linen.

"I need to throw them out. I've long since grown out of them," he explained self-consciously, bring his foot back to the ground.

"They look great on you, "she breathed, still staring at the bulge as if it were her next meal and she hadn't eaten in weeks.

Jon cleared his throat. Dany snapped out of it.

"But, they'd look a lot better on your floor," her voice rattled from within her chest, flame licking each word. She let her fur cloak fall to the ground as she glided toward him, searing his flesh from the inside out. She looked into his eyes, startled to find the same deep indigo color staring back at her. Examining them further, she thought she could flecks of amber like hot burning coals. She had always found him wolflike, but there was something more there tonight. Something that had almost frightened her.

Retreating from him by only a few paces, Jon bared his fangs again in the same wicked smile he exhibited the first time he had attacked her. Ravenous, it was the word that sprung to her mind as he glared at her. He folded his arms tighter across his chest, narrowing his gaze.

"Take off your gown," he growled, his voice sounded deeper than usual.

Dany might have considered running away had she not trusted him with her life. Something about his demeanor had her truly frightened but had also deeply intrigued her. The anticipation of what was to come made her hands tremble as she untied her robe. She let it fall open, exposing one of her breasts and the thatch of silver curls that had always driven him mad with lust.

"Take it off," he repeated. Dany obeyed, letting the silk fall to her feet with haste. Vulnerability washed over her as she stood bare before him. Usually, when she was naked in front of Jon, she had felt entirely in control. Tonight, he had all of the strings tightly wound around his fingers, leading her wherever he wished to with a simple tug. She his puppet, and he, her master. She gulped.

"Come here," his tone had softened a bit. Good, she had thought, as it soothed her enough that she felt she wouldn't stumble as she moved toward him once more.

Dany ran her tongue over her trembling lips. She kept her hands at her sides, waiting for the next instruction as he eyed her.

"Turn around," he groaned. Dany's heart slammed into her ribs. Jon noticed the skin on her neck jump with her pulse, the way his wrists had done the first night. He grinned devilishly as she turned her back to him.

Anticipation gripped her, as she stood still before him, feeling subdued without her sense of sight. He didn't touch her. Rather, he examined her backside as he slowly unlaced his trousers. He pulled them off as she stood waiting there, bracing for whatever he had planned, his willing prey.

Dany nearly stumbled as she felt his fingertips grazing softly against the back of her thighs. Jon quickly secured a hand to her waist to steady her before returning it to her thigh. Just as she had eased into the gentle sensations of his fingertips dragging gently along her skin, he dug nails into her flesh hard as he grabbed two handfuls of her ass.

Before she could even gasp at the suddenness of the groping, Dany felt a hand wrap around the front of her neck, drawing her head backward. Jon's hand moved up the length of her neck and over her chin, finally resting his fingers against her lips. Wriggling one into her mouth, Dany began to suck his finger as she had his cock, swirling her tongue around his fingertip. Jon's breath quickened as she gently dragged her teeth down the length of his finger.

Suddenly, his other hand had found her clit without warning. She hadn't felt his hand make its way there, it had just suddenly appeared. She wanted to look down to inspect how he'd managed it, but he held her neck tightly as he restrained her. Jon's breath was hot against her ear, the air around them, humid. She felt his palm graze her opening as he rubbed his hand between her legs from behind. There had been something indecent in the way his hand had found its way to her cunt. It throbbed inside and out as he stroked her. Dany's ears began to ring as the torrent of her arousal came rushing to meet his eager hand.

The lascivious way in which he handled her had felt sublime. He held her still as his hands explored her from behind, dipping his fingers into her. She could feel her walls tugging at his fingers as he entered her. Jon cut to the chase tonight, using two fingers on her right off the bat. She felt trapped in this moment, unable to move or think or feel anything other than her mind slip away from this world and into some other realm. Though Jon couldn't see it, she had been skinchanging again.

She faltered a bit as he let go of her neck, sliding his hand down the front of her body until he found her clitoris once again. He kneeled a bit, so he could keep thrusting and massaging his fingers inside her from behind. Jon's other hand wandered around her clit; pinching, rubbing, pulling, stroking, swirling...

Whimpering helplessly, Dany felt desperate as she searched for a way to brace herself against the volley of sensations. Jon clenched the muscles in his biceps hard so she could hold onto them like railing.

She seized. Violent tremors coursed through her body as she gasped for air between fevered groans. Jon furiously rubbed her clit, in the same manner she had done to herself in the crypt. He extracted his hand from behind her as he grabbed her waist to steady her again. His pruned fingers slipped as he tried to hold onto her, the slickness had nearly foiled his efforts. Dany tore his hand from between her legs, stifling a scream.

"No more," she cried. Her body gave out as she fell forward. "No," Jon barked, just in time to catch her in his arms before she could fall. He pulled her back toward him. Dany let out another small yelp as she felt his cock against her swollen cunt. It had been unintentional on his part, but the unexpected convergence sent a shudder through both of them.

"Shh," he soothed her as he held her steady. As Dany focused on her recovery, Jon's eyes were free to wander down her back. Dany's ass was pressed against him, his cock had still been nestled between her legs, trapped in the delicious, sweltering heat. Jon groaned, seeing her ass against his body, right above his cock... he couldn't help but slip into one of his favorite daydreams. Taking her from behind.

There was something about the wolf in him that longed to bend her over and barrage her with thrusts as she arched her back before him, tangling his hands in her hair... He tried to shake the dream from his head. Instead, the thought manifested another jolt that sent his cock upward involuntarily, hitting her right against the hood of her clit.

"Jon," she gasped, pulling away as she turned to face him. The cool air felt like ice against his wet and swollen erection, threads of her hanging from him in her wake. The saliva came flooding into his mouth, nearly as wet as her cunt. He swallowed it back as he bit his lip, assessing her arousal. Her thighs were covered again, it looked as though her groin had been splashed with water. The room reeked of her, and of his sweat. His head began to swirl, unable to control the carnal instincts he felt overtaking him. I need another taste, he thought to himself.

"Please," she begged with an inaudible whisper. He had to read her lips with his eyes, as the ringing in his ears had deafened him.

"Please what?" he managed to ask, attempting to rub the ringing away as he massaged his temple.

"I don't know," she whined. "Take me again. Please."

Jon paused to consider, trying to muster the courage to follow through with what his body had been begging him to try, "I have one idea."

"Do it," she spat. "You have the best ideas."

Biting his lip as he grinned, he couldn't believe his luck. Again and again, he found Daenerys Targaryen at his mercy, nearly begging him to enact his fantasies with her.

"Tell me what to do," she cried, desperate and disheveled. Jon sighed. Stop stalling, his mind shouted at him.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said, motioning toward his bed.