The evening sun slowly began to set off in the horizon casting a hazy orange glow as Daenerys stood upon a flat rocky cliff, looking off into the distance. Warmth surrounded and embraced her as the winds of summer whipped fiercely against her milky pale skin through a lavender-silkened dress and long, wavy, platinum locks of hair. The fabric floated swiftly about in the breeze clinging tightly against her small curvy frame; huge waves of water crashed violently against the rocky shore, the salt of the sea hitting her nose, a scent she'd remembered far too well. This was our wedding night, she'd thought to herself, the memory bringing a sudden nervousness into the bottom of her belly.
The great Khal as she remembered him stood proud and strong with his back turned to her awaiting her arrival. Several small braids were noticeably braided intricately into a long, dark, thick braid embellished in tiny chingling bells that fell down the middle of his muscular backside, swaying about in the winds against his copper-tanned skin. Timidness became a feeling as she'd recalled the night when they consummated their marriage, the agony, fear and dread that her younger self once knew stirred deep within her. Far as she remembered she'd later learn how to love him, the savage of a great king who had once led an almighty Khalasar who'd followed his strength until he'd took his last breath. She'd later learn a great deal from him, life lessons of how a leader should lead and conquer, rule with an iron fist but had also been compassionate towards the people who'd believed and followed him.
Slowly she made her descent off the rocky cliff she stood upon towards the shoreline to the man that she'd once loved. The nerves in her body quickly died down as she inched her way closer to his intimidating stance, his back still turned to her as he continued gazing out across the shimmering sea. A sudden gust of wind swirled and whipped around her vigorously; puffy white clouds moved rapidly across the evening sky. She covered her eyes as sharp rays of light blinded her view from the man who had stood before her. Carefully, she removed her hand that shielded her fluttering eyes as gusts of wind continued swirling around her long lost love until he'd suddenly vanished away, only to reveal a man who she'd suddenly felt an instant drawing to...a connection that she couldn't quite understand.
Daenerys stood frozen in place as the seemingly muscular figure of the man stood in the same stance as Drogo did only moments ago with his back turned toward her. Judging from the attire he wore she'd realized that he was not of this land and maybe of her homeland across the Narrow Sea. He wore a leather jerkin and tunic, well worn britches and boats in the color of black from head to toe, and a scabbard that held what appeared to be a sword hung low around his waist. His mane of raven black curls drifted smoothly around him as the winds of the sea began to die down slowly. Where is Drogo? Who is this man that now stands before me, why do I feel like I know him so well.. .was the only thought that echoed in her mind. Suddenly, the man before her turned smoothly around to face her as warm rays of light gleamed brightly down on where they both stood, hindering her vision from her eyes once more as he now stood fully turned around to finally meet her gaze.
She stood frozen in place as she attempted to make out the face of the man as he suddenly took one step forward, carefully revealing himself to her as the blinding light moved away from her glimmering eyes. His face now came into full view and she quickly noticed how comely he was, with skin the color of ivory and broad chiseled features. His scruffy beard laid dusted along his cheeks and jawline around his noticeably soft lips. She stared into slate gray eyes in complete awe as so did he, questioning her connection to this man who she'd now realized at that very moment he'd completely and utterly stolen her breath away.
She felt strangely relaxed in his comforting presence and suddenly it had hit her that she'd realized who this enchanting stranger was, the man who had always remained a shifting shadow in her dreams. He'd always been the one who she'd envisioned deep down in her soul that would eventually come and rescue her from what was always yet to come. Taking one step forward closing the distance between them both, as steel gray and narrowed eyes of violet locked into one another, she let out a breathless whisper into the saltwater breeze. "J-Jon… is it really you?" He let out a soft sigh answering, "Yes," in return as he smiled at her question. The sound of his rough foreign accent vibrated straight into her chest, the tremble in his voice caused her heart to quickly stammer as shockwaves slowly trickled down the back of her spine into the pit of her stomach, radiating all the way down to her plush nether lips.
Instinctively, they'd reached out to one another as they'd held on into a tight embrace. She closed her eyes as she hummed into his chest letting out a soft sigh; feeling safe in the comfort of his arms was a feeling that she had never felt before by any man let alone anyone and she'd gladly accepted it. As they stood at the edge off the coast of the Narrow Sea, she opened her eyes and whispered, "Take me with you...wherever you go, take me with you". Slowly, he'd bent down to kiss her on the top of her forehead as they'd caught each other's gaze once more. "Not now Dany...as much as I'd like to sweep you away from here I cannot..In due time you'll see me again. Be patient my love."
As she silently began to weep against his rough leather jerkin, he'd reached up to her as he cradled her face into the palms of his strong yet gentle hands. "Please don't weep Dany, you are strong….you know that we both have our own paths to follow...there's work to be done. When the time is right we will be together again…". And with that he pulled her face in, kissing her tenderly as her tears streamed down heavily onto her reddened cheeks, like a river flowing into the ocean.
She was breathless and weak by the action as she'd never been kissed that way before….or had she? They stood still savoring the feel of one another, panting into each other's mouths as he brushed a gentle thumb lazily over her bottom lip. Reclaiming her sweet mouth once more he slowly dragged his tongue over her plush pink lips, an act that quickly sent shivers down her spine. " Kiss me again, she thought desperately to herself. And as if he read her mind he'd kissed her with complete fervor as she opened her mouth to him; tongues massaging and caressing one another, the feeling of it all so overwhelming as he dragged his teeth down to her bottom lip giving a gentle tug. Bolts of want and desire shooted straight down into the inferno now lit at the bottom of her belly, radiating all the way down to her dampening nether lips.
The feeling of it all was so exquisite as if he had been touching her there but he had only been kissing her, as she noted how his hands had still remained on her face.
She groaned softly against his mouth as the sensations grew more and more intense now. Her soft, perky breasts ached to be touched as her nipples stiffened hard as red rubies as they continuously brushed against the front of his leather jerkin. The silky-smooth sheerness of her dress created a sensual friction as she stood with her breasts pressed firmly into his rock-hard chest. How is he doing this to me with only his mouth, making me feel this way ...She felt a slow trickle of her essence creep down to the innermost part of her thighs as he continued ravishing her mouth until their lips were swollen red, and suddenly everything around her and the face of him vanished as she was left standing alone in the darkness.
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Even though he had swept abruptly away from her in her dreams, she'd noticed his presence was still felt around her, the feeling of being touched there as they'd stood kissing one another. Closing her eyes in the darkness she noticed how cold it suddenly became around her, as the throbbing between her legs became so strong and felt so good to her she couldn't help but let out a moan. She was wound as taut as a bowstring, feeling as if she was close to her pending release. And suddenly, soft glowing rays of light crept slowly under her heavy eyelids, causing her to open them up and awaken from the sweet dream she'd dreamt of him.
Sharp, intense pleasures began to build and pull at the center of her thighs as the glow of moonlight shined brightly amongst her naked form. Still feeling quite groggy from her sweet slumber, she'd finally became aware of her surroundings, quickly realizing that she'd been with him in reality this whole entire time. Turning her sleepy head to her left she saw that he was not there beside her; she signed in a breathless moan as she slowly skimmed her lavender eyes down the valley that laid between her heaving chest and breasts, pass her belly grown, into the darkness.
There was no need to question herself any further of his whereabouts as she'd let out a sudden gasp, catching the vision of his tell tail mane of dark, raven curls at the center of her thighs. It was a sight to behold, with his head bobbing up and down inside of her quivering channel as he made love to her with his wondrous mouth and tongue.
She felt the strength of his strong arms and hands as he held her legs spread wide-apart like a cracked open oyster, lapping and suckling and fucking her in a rhythmic sensation at the treasure he had found. Her legs began to tremble and quake as he continued his relentless sweet torture of pleasuring and coaxing her into her orgasm. Her senses was in full overload now, as the fire crackled in the hearth and the sounds of her sticky-sweet nectar coating his fingers as he pumped in and out of slit, dripping all the way down unto the soft linen sheets they'd laid upon. She threw her head back, relishing in her own ecstasy as she came close to her release.
Tears began to well up at the back of eyelids as tiny white stars exploded like fireworks as everything around her went pitchblack again. She came hard, pulsating around his tongue and fingers like the waves from her dream that crashed amongst the shore, licking her dry of her sweet honeyed nectar from her slit to the top of her swollen-pink nub. She was ready for him to be inside of her again, her enchanting stranger who had always been apart of her dreams.
His identity was discovered as he emerged from the darkness at the foot of the bed, hovering over top of her trembling body with a small, sly smile amongst his face. "Oh Jon there you are.. the love my life, the King of my heart." The thought of him there with her was so overwhelming as it was the very truth. They'd both been through so much and accomplished a great deal in their precious young lives. The sight of his beautiful face made her heart skip a beat as her watery eyes finally unleashed a flood of tears. She'd told him she loved him as they soothed one another's healing souls, embracing one another in the most passionate of kisses.
She needed him now more than ever as she felt the tip of his rock-hard cock brush lazily against her tight, weeping entrance. As she slowly ran her tongue along the side of his neck, she grasped his earlobe between her teeth into her searing hot mouth as she whispered sensually into his ear, "What a lovely way to wake your Queen up from her dreams. Now my love there's work to be done, for it is my turn now to make you soar amongst the stars."