Forged in Fire

by CasualChemist1996

After a peaceful transition of power, Daenerys Targaryen has ruled Westeros for two years, ushering in a new age of prosperity. Though she has earned the love and trust of her people, she comes to feel that there is one thing missing: a companion, to share the throne and secure her legacy. Far from her court and the Red Keep, she finds a genuine connection in a young blacksmith.

12. Chapter 12

A/N: This chapter picks up directly after the previous chapter ends. It's my first time writing a proper smut scene (which is why it took so long!), and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! As always, I welcome any feedback or suggestions for improvement!

Also, with regards to the departure from my established "schedule," I won't orphan/abandon this fic without announcing it in a chapter and denoting it in the story summary. Some chapters just take a bit more time and effort to write than others, so it can be difficult to stick to the semi-consistent schedule I had adopted. I have absolutely no plans to abandon this story, just putting that out there in case there were some people worried that I had dropped the story. Thank you so much for reading and for all of your kind support!

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Jacen

Jacen lowered Daenerys onto his bed, her arms still draped around his neck and their tongues still firmly intertwined. Daenerys tightened her grip around him and pulled him down to the bed on top of her.

"Belt off," she said, her voice thick with urgent desire.

Jacen hurriedly stood up to comply, and Daenerys slid farther back onto the bed to accommodate Jacen's taller stature. As soon as his belt hit the floor, she grabbed his hand and pulled him fully onto the bed, intertwining her legs with his own as her hands went to the back of his neck, urging him closer still. He ran his hands up her body and through her hair, blindly exploring every curve that he could touch, and felt Daenerys do the same as she ran her hands down his body and slipped them under his shirt, delicately exploring his back. A soft groan escaped his lips as she gently traced his spine with an index finger.

"Good to know," she grinned into his mouth as her hands wandered beneath his waistband to grasp his bare backside, but he awkwardly reached back and grabbed her wrists and guided her hands back under his shirt to his lower back. She pulled away and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't want me to stop?"

"Not if your life depended on it."

"Very well," she laughed and resumed lightly scratching his back with one hand. With the other, she reached up and pushed Jacen's head to the side to rest on her shoulder. She scratched the back of his head once before slowly running her hand back down his body.

"Both hands," he grunted before giving her ear a not-so-light nip.

"Almost as impatient as me," he could hear the smile in her voice as she ran a hand down to squeeze his bare backside once again before returning to his back. He brought his own hands to rest one under her back and the other to comb through her hair. He smiled into her neck as he felt her sigh contentedly.

The feeling was otherworldly. Being held so tightly and lovingly by Daenerys Stormborn, their legs intertwined as their hands delicately explored each others' bodies, was a difficult concept to grasp.

I already feel like this and we haven't even taken our clothes off yet…

"I love you," he breathed involuntarily.

"I love you, too," she whispered. She kissed him on the shoulder and rested her head against his as she intertwined her legs more tightly with his.

Just as Jacen was starting to doze off, Daenerys stopped scratching his back.

"Don't fall asleep yet," she whispered into his ear, her warm breath sending chills through his body.

"You're sure making it easier to," he grumbled.

"Always my fault, I know," she sighed dramatically.

"Took you long enough to catch on," he sat up and smiled at her. She reached up and, with a delicate touch that only she could possess, smoothed his hair down where she had been playing with it. She then slid her hand back down his back and under his shirt, a warm smile on her face.

Responding in kind, Jacen slid his hands under her shirt, caressing her bare skin, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from her. He ran his hands around her body and cupped her breasts firmly in both hands, and he felt her arch into him, her grip on him tightening. When she slackened her grip and returned her hands to his lower back, Jacen lowered his hands to her hips and broke their kiss.

As he stared into her deep violet eyes, so full of passion, longing, and love, he found himself put perfectly at ease regarding the experiences that they were about to explore and share. He felt a new feeling in his chest, something unfamiliar, though completely familiar at the same time.

It wasn't until she smiled at him and ruffled his hair that he realized that it was a desire surpassing anything he had ever felt. He had wanted her ever since their first night in his bed together, but now he needed her.

He returned her smile and managed to contain himself as he went in to kiss her again, but she held up a hand to stop him. She pulled him close and gently traced his spine with a finger, relishing his groans of pleasure as his muscles tightened involuntarily in response to her touch.

"Clothes off," she whispered into his ear, her voice thick with the same overwhelming desire that had suddenly overcome him.

He felt his blood run cold as she pushed him off of her and sat up, noticeably less at ease. He lay on his back, hands folded on his chest, staring at the ceiling as Daenerys sat next to him. She looked over and clapped a hand on his stomach, causing him to double over and sit up.

"Uncalled for," he let out a small laugh, giving her a playful shove in retaliation as he sat up.

"You're keeping me waiting," she said matter-of-factly. "You do not serve a patient queen."

Jacen smiled in spite of himself. "You wanted to watch, then?"

She nodded as a sly smile crept across her face. "I need to make sure you're up to my royal standards."

"You didn't seem to care when you slept over, or when you asked to sleep over."

"I was blinded by lust," she admitted with a small smirk.

"Blinded by lust, she says," Jacen laughed and rose from the bed.

"Shirt first," she said as he walked to stand several feet away from her as commanded.

Jacen grabbed the hem of his shirt, but he froze.

What if she turns me away when she sees me? The thought crept unbidden into his mind for the first time. No one's ever even seen me shirtless…

"Everything okay?" Daenerys asked from the bed, her voice taking on a more serious tone.

"Fine," Jacen managed a nod. "Just nervous, is all."

"Too much?"

"I think so," he admitted sheepishly.

She smiled warmly and rose from the bed. "That's okay," she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing the side of her head to his chest as she squeezed him tightly. "Do you still want to do this?"

"I do."

"Do you want me to help?" She looked up at him.

"If you wouldn't mind."

"Of course I wouldn't mind," she released him and reached to gingerly grab the hem of his shirt, but he found himself stepping back.

She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, taking a small step back.

"No one's ever seen me without a shirt on…" He said, his face growing warm.

She smiled and reached up a hand to cup his cheek. "We won't do this if you aren't ready. I won't take it personally. I love you."

Jacen reached up and grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "I love you too, and I do want to do this. It's just… scary, I suppose."

"I know it is," she released his hand and took a few steps back. "Should I go first, then?"

"I think that would help."

"Okay, then," she shrugged her shoulders. "Come do it for me," she smirked at him.

He chuckled and walked over to her. He stopped in front of her and reached out to grab the hem of her shirt, but stopped short of raising it.

Why are you making such a big deal out of this? He demanded of himself. You love her and you trust her.

She looked up at him, a small smile on her face. A look of patient encouragement.

"Okay?" She asked, her voice soft and reassuring.

Jacen nodded.

She raised her arms above her head and fixed him with her deep violet eyes and a wide, excited grin. "Undress me, then."

Disarmed and put at ease once again by her gaze, he reached out to grab the hem of her shirt. In one swift motion, he raised the shirt and pulled it up over her head until her arms had passed through. He dropped the shirt on the floor and stared in awe at her, hardly believing that mere nights ago he had run his hands so lovingly over her body without actually seeing how truly captivating it was.

He slowly reached out for her, but she playfully swatted his hand away.

"Pants next," she chided him. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

"I would never," he smiled. "I'd like to try something, though."

The excited grin returned to her face. "What?"

He closed the distance between them in a single stride and pulled her into his arms, ignoring her previous playful refusal. He captured her lips in his, their tongues finding each others' instantly, but no sooner had their tongues met than Jacen pulled away with a mischievous smile.

He planted a kiss on her jaw before trailing down to her neck, relishing in the way her breath hitched at his touch. Stooping down as he moved lower, he kissed his way down her chest, stopping to lavish attention on each of her breasts in turn before continuing down her stomach. He could feel it quickly rising and falling beneath him as Daenerys reached down to gently comb her hands through his hair.

When he reached her waist, Jacen pressed a kiss just below her navel as his fingers deftly unbuttoned her pants and carefully slid them down her legs. He then placed a lingering kiss on her left thigh before tapping her bare shin, prompting her to step out of her pants. He looked up at her, running a hand up from her shin along the inside of her thigh, and he couldn't help but admire the flush on her cheeks and the subtle trembling of her hands.

"Impressive," she managed, her voice shaky as he stood back up, his touch lingering just short of where they both so desired it to be.

"Thank you," Jacen replied with a smile, taking a step back to admire her from head to toe.

Her skin was smooth and flawless, glowing with a natural radiance that seemed to illuminate the room. His eyes traced the curves of her body, from the gentle slope of her shoulders down to the curves of her waist and hips, accentuated by the soft light from the fire crackling in the nearby hearth.

Her breasts had an alluring fullness. He couldn't resist reaching out a hand to gently cup one, feeling the warmth and firmness under his touch. Daenerys gave him a content smile, her eyes locking with his in a silent exchange of desire and affection as she grabbed his hand and lightly squeezed it, holding it firmly against her skin.

Her stomach was flat and toned, and Jacen couldn't help but admire the way her muscles shifted subtly as she breathed. Moving his gaze lower, he took in the curve of her hips and the gentle swell of her thighs. Every inch of her seemed to radiate sensuality and confidence, leaving him breathless with a renewed desire. When he lifted his gaze again, Daenerys had another wide grin on her face.

"Do I meet your standards?"

"Possibly," Jacen stepped back and motioned for her to turn.

Excited that he was playing along with her jests, she theatrically turned on the spot, every curve of her body on full display. On full display for him.

"You'll do," he gave her a regal nod, and they both laughed as he pulled her in for what he hoped would be a deep kiss, but she pulled away.

"Now you," she said encouragingly, seemingly completely unbothered by being completely nude in front of him.

At least one of us is brave enough…

Jacen nodded and stepped back and took a deep breath. His eyes never leaving Daenerys's, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and slipped it off. When he dropped it on the floor on top of her own discarded clothes, he looked back up to see Daenerys's mouth hanging open, clearly as impressed with him as he had been with her, though Jacen found it difficult to believe. She slowly walked over to him and placed a hand on his chest.

"And I'm the first woman you've been with?" She asked in awe as she ran a hand down his muscular chest and abdomen, toned by years of working a blacksmith's forge.

Jacen felt himself blush, unsure of what to say or do. "Didn't you feel this yourself a few nights ago?"

"Feeling is one thing, but seeing…" She continued to run her hand over him.

"Would you like me to continue?" Jacen forced a confident smile in spite of his embarrassment.

Daenerys jerked her hand back with a small laugh as she began to blush as well. She nodded.

With a determined breath, Jacen reached for the waistband of his pants and slipped them off, followed by his undergarments, avoiding direct eye contact with Daenerys until he stood bare before her. As he watched her gaze travel over his form, he couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.

Am I too big? Too small? The uncertainties echoed in his mind.

As if she had heard his thoughts, Daenerys met his eyes and smiled as she walked over to him. She pressed her body to his, snaked her hands up his body to rest on the back of his neck, then pulled him down to her. His hands found themselves on her bare back as he leaned into her grasp and kissed her deeply on the lips.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers. "Do I meet your royal standards?" He whispered.

Daenerys smiled at him as her hands traced a trail along his back to squeeze his bare backside again. "You're perfect," she whispered. She then grabbed his hand and led him to the bed that had been so impatiently waiting for them for days. When they were seated, she looked down at his lap and ran a hand along his thigh. "Less nervous this time, I think?" She smirked.

Jacen gave a nervous laugh. "Slightly."

"Well, you already know my body inside and out. This is no different from what we've already done, just with nothing to hide what you want to see." She gave him a small grin.

"I suppose you're right," Jacen replied, unconvinced, his voice betraying a mixture of nervousness and desire.

"Do you mind if I…" She let her voice trail off as she gently placed a hand on his knee, clearly sensing his nervousness. The question that Jacen had been dreading.

"If you what?" He asked, a small grin on his face.

She grinned and leaned into his ear. "Touch your cock," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. She leaned back and adopted her most innocent stare.

Jacen nodded, but he knew that it was far from convincing, especially to someone who knew him as well as Daenerys did.

"Are you sure?" She probed, her tone one of warmth and understanding. "Don't let me pressure you into anything."

After a brief hesitation, Jacen nodded again.

"Say it to me," she said gently.

"I trust you," he said, his voice more resolute, some of the nervousness abated by her patient tone, "and I want this."

"Guide my hand, then," she smiled and withdrew her hand to rest it on her thigh for him to take it. He gave her a nervous smile, and she returned a smile exuding love and encouragement.

If going this slow is frustrating, she's doing a great job of hiding it.

He reached out and took her hand in his own and pulled it over to rest on his thigh, the feel of her soft hand making him harden instantly. He then slowly guided it up his thigh to allow her to take him in her hand and caress him, just as she had done when they were lying in bed together, but he didn't go limp in her hands this time. They both exchanged small smiles, Daenerys's eyes sparkling with an emotion that he couldn't quite recognize. It was an expression he had never seen — something beyond love and desire.

"Touch me," she encouraged him, her voice barely a whisper. "Don't be embarrassed."

Jacen reached out a hand and placed it on her bare thigh. Her skin was warm, smooth, and… perfect. A stark contrast to the rough skin of his own hands, worn by years of hard labor. He ran his hand up her side and over her stomach to rest on her left breast. He looked down at his hand and back up at her, and she laughed.

"You really like them, don't you?" She teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

"I must say I do," he felt himself begin to blush under her gaze as he gave it two quick squeezes of acknowledgement, making her laugh as she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek.

She released him and placed her hand on his chest. With a small smile she pushed him down onto the bed and lay down next to him. She pulled him onto his side as she maneuvered to be closer to him before grabbing his hand and replacing it on her breast.

"Better?" She asked as she resumed caressing him with her warm, soft hand.

"Much better," he breathed as he began to run his finger along the contours of her breast, this time able to see for himself when she pushed her chest out towards him, urging him on in his exploration.

The moment was one of startling closeness, simply staring into each others' eyes as their hands wandered and caressed. Jacen had expected to feel immensely uncomfortable, but he found it surprisingly easy to maintain eye contact with her. He relished the feel of her warm hands on him, as well as the feel of her firm breast under his hand. The experience was markedly different from the first night they had spent together, when they had been able to hide the full extent of their vulnerability underneath their clothing.

He ran his finger over a hardening nipple and adjusted his grip to give it a light pinch, and she laughed and tightened her grip as she continued to caress him. Jacen jumped at first, then felt a slight warmth radiating from his groin. He reached down and shoved her hand away.

"Can't take what you give?" She grinned knowingly.

"I don't think so, no," Jacen admitted, taking a deep breath to bring himself back under control.

"You'll learn," she winked as she ran a hand down his stomach to caress him again with a softer grip.

Neither spoke for some time as their hands explored, until Jacen leaned forward and kissed Daenerys gently on the lips. When neither pulled away, Jacen used his free hand to pull her closer to him. She released him and ran her hand up his stomach and chest to rest on the side of his neck as she leaned into his kiss. Jacen didn't realize that he was leaning towards her until he felt a hand on his chest pushing him away before he could push her over onto her back.

"Slow down," she laughed into his mouth.

Jacen pulled away and let his hand slide down her body to rest on her thigh.

"Why?" Jacen asked. "Did I—"

"You didn't do anything wrong," Daenerys smiled and stood up. "Right yourself." She gestured for him to lie lengthwise on the bed. "You'll see what I mean," she assured him when he gave her a questioning look.

"Keeping secrets already?" Jacen asked as she moved to do as she had told him.

"I'm going to finish you properly this time, and I'm going to make you scream my name louder than you've screamed in your entire life," she declared with a hint of mischief in her voice.

"You make it sound so simple." He watched, captivated, as she climbed onto his bed and settled herself between his legs, lying on her stomach.

"As usual," she gently took him in one hand, "can you promise to let me know if you need a break?"

Jacen nodded.

"I mean it," she insisted. "This could be intense for your first time."

Jacen nodded again.

"Promise me."

He laughed. "Should I be afraid?"

"No, just being cautious. I know that you won't tell me unless I make you promise."

"Fair enough," Jacen conceded. "I'll let you know if I need to stop. I promise."

"Very well," Daenerys nodded, satisfied, and began to gently caress him again. "Can you also give me a warning when you're about to finish?"

He nodded absentmindedly, unable to take his eyes off of her.

She gave a satisfied nod and ran her tongue from base to tip. "No trouble performing tonight, it seems," she observed with a seductive smile.

He could only nod again, struggling to maintain control of himself.

As if challenging his resolve, she ran one of her hands lower and cupped him, gently raking her fingernails across the sensitive strip of skin between his thighs. "Do you like this?" She asked, seemingly oblivious to his trembling legs.

"Very much," he managed.

"I assumed as much," she smirked before kissing him lightly just above her hand, making his entire body jerk violently in response, much to her amusement.

She laid her head on his thigh, still holding him firmly in one hand as she traced her other index finger along the inside of his opposite thigh with a tenderness that bordered on torturous. "You've done this yourself before, I assume?"

Jacen felt a sharp heat flooding his cheeks. "A few times, yes."

"What were you thinking about?" She asked, her tone both seductive and curious. "Or who?"

"A bit personal, don't you think?"

"Compared to what we're doing now?"

"True…" His voice trailed off as he considered her question.

"Were you thinking about me?" She prodded with exaggerated innocence, lightly tracing a finger along the vein that ran from base to tip and sending shivers through his body.

Jacen laughed nervously as his face grew warm again, and he found himself looking away involuntarily. Daenerys laughed and slapped him on the stomach.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Jacen. If it's any comfort," her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as she dragged a finger lightly across his stomach. "I used to do the same while thinking about you."

Jacen raised an eyebrow. "Did you, really?"

"I did," she nodded unashamedly, which Jacen found himself admiring. "Want to hear what I was thinking about the first time?"

"I do."

"Well," she gave him a mischievous grin, "I was thinking about what you looked like shirtless." She traced her finger up his stomach and across his chest.

"And how long ago was this?"

"After visiting your shop and making my sword together," she said. "When we kissed for the first time. Your muscular arms and hands guiding me were… divine, to say the least." A small shudder went through her body and her face gained a light red tint.

"What were you imagining?" He pressed.

Daenerys grinned at him. "Are you enjoying this?"

"I think I am, actually."

"Well, if you must know," she continued, delighted that he was enjoying this as much as she was. "I was holding onto your ass for dear life while you fucked me senseless."

"Were you moaning?"

"I most certainly was."

"What exactly?"

"Your name, begging you to finish inside of me, how much I loved you, and how your ass was the perfect mixture of round and firm."

"And did I measure up?"

"Oh, you did," she assured him as she swirled a finger around his tip, now soaked with his own clear fluids. "A chest sculpted by the gods, a tight and round ass that's perfect for squeezing or holding onto, and a cock that tastes as good as it looks," she leaned down and licked his tip clean, sending a violent shiver through his body and nearly pushing him over the edge. "Now you," she gave him a teasing smile.

"I have thought about you," he admitted.

"Oh, I know that," she waved him away with a light chuckle. "Be specific."

"I was thinking about your… breasts," Jacen responded, blushing at the sound of the word.

"My breasts," Daenerys repeated, an amused smile on her face. "We'll need to work on that. Be more specific. What was happening?"

"You were riding me. I had my hands on your back holding you while I sucked on your nipple."

"And what made you finish?"

"Thinking about that low-cut top you wore to my shop when you first started coming around more. Specifically after you took your coat off."

Daenerys laughed. "Yes, I can't say I'm surprised that you liked that one. That day was the first time I'd ever seen you flustered or nervous."

Jacen chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Would you like to hear a secret about that?" She asked, a sly grin creeping across her face.

"I would."

She leaned forward. "I wore that on purpose," she whispered. "I wanted you to think about me that night when you were all alone."

Jacen laughed and shook his head as she leaned back. "Well, I did. Multiple times."

She grinned and planted a hard kiss on his tip, sending another jolt through his body. Her grin only widened, as if she enjoyed teasing him and getting such a reaction. "So I take it I measured up to your expectations?"

"You've exceeded them."

"How so?" She pressed.

"How long do you have?"

She gave him a wicked smile. "As long as you can last," she ran her tongue along him once again, applying significantly more pressure than she had before

Jacen just laughed and pushed a hand through his hair as he tried to gather his thoughts. One look down at Daenerys told him that she was indeed enjoying this immensely.

"To start," Jacen began, finally regaining control of himself, "your lips are soft, almost like—"

She reached up and slapped him on the stomach. "Not my lips," she chided him with mock frustration.

"Of course," Jacen smiled. "My mistake. Your… ass is…" he stumbled, trying to find the right word, "firm, and—"

Daenerys chuckled and held up a hand to stop him. "We'll work on that too." Releasing him, she sat up, sweeping her hair back, and locked eyes with him. Slowly, she stretched her arms above her head, arching her back, a subtle invitation in her movements. Jacen's anticipation and desire surged, his pulse quickening as his gaze roamed over her body. He almost found himself drooling as she traced her hands from her neck, across her breasts, down to her waist. With a smug smile, she settled back between his legs and took him in her hands once again.

"Perfect," Jacen managed, his voice barely a whisper at the captivating sight before him.

Daenerys's only response was a sly smile before slowly running her tongue from base to tip, drawing forth a small stream of clear fluid from the tip that she immediately lapped up as Jacen's back arched slightly off of the bed and he let out an involuntary whimper. Daenerys glanced up at him, another wicked smile on her face, and all he could do was smile and shrug.

"Can't take it anymore?" She asked innocently.

"I don't think so," he gasped between deep breaths as he tried desperately to calm himself.

She reached out and grabbed his hand, which had been resting on his stomach. She gave it a light squeeze and gently traced her thumb across the back of it. "Ready?" She asked, her tone now soft, devoid of any teasing or playfulness.

He nodded in silent affirmation and squeezed her hand. His gaze remained fixed on her as she lightly kissed the tip one last time before slowly taking him into her mouth. The sensation was unfamiliar yet intensely pleasurable, her tongue delicately probing and exploring, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He held her gaze, captivated by the intimacy and intensity of the moment, as she expertly guided him into the feeling she had accurately described as intense. A new wave of sensation bloomed from between his thighs as he felt her fingernails tracing gentle paths along his skin, her touch both stimulating and soothing. The combination of her oral ministrations and the caress of her hand created a symphony of pleasure, each touch and movement synchronized to heighten his arousal and desire.

He almost let his head fall back onto the pillows beneath him as a flood of overwhelming sensations bombarded him all at once. However, he found himself unable to break eye contact with her, her captivating violet eyes more mesmerizing than ever, magnified by the intensity of their connection as she held his hand tightly. Despite the intensity of the moment, she managed to flash him a smile around him, a small wink adding a playful touch to the intimacy they shared. Slowly, she lifted her head, her tongue trailing lightly across his tip as she released him from her mouth. Jacen raised an eyebrow, barely restraining himself from begging her to continue.

"There's something I want to try…" She said slowly. "But I'll need both hands. Are you comfortable with not holding my hand?"

After a moment of consideration, Jacen nodded.

"Jacen… This is your first time, our first time, and I want you to be comfortable. If you feel like you need to hold my hand, or you just want to, tell me. I won't be angry."

"No," Jacen shook his head and released her hand. "I'll be okay."

"If you say so," she smiled as she ran her hand down his stomach to his groin and lightly grasped the base before slowly running it up the shaft to the tip. "You're doing amazing so far," she assured him, giving him a small seductive smile as she kissed his tip again, "just make sure to communicate what you want or need, and if you like something, please be vocal about it. There's nothing quite like the moans of pleasure from the one you love."

Touched by her words, he could only smile and nod before she began again. He watched, mesmerized, as her newly freed hand moved perfectly in synchrony with her tongue and her other hand. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and Daenerys Stormborn was like no other woman he had ever encountered. She never broke eye contact with him as her hands and tongue worked in perfect unison, passion and desire blazing in her violet eyes as she relentlessly pushed him to his climax.

Her tongue expertly traced over the exquisitely sensitive spot on the underside of his tip, eliciting a deep groan from him as his back arched slightly off the bed and his head lolled back onto the pillows. His voice, husky with desire and the impending release, escaped in a loud, drawn-out groan as he uttered her name. Daenerys chuckled lightly in response, the vibrations of her throat against him only served to push him closer to the edge, the warmth in his groin intensifying with each passing second.

Struggling to find words, Jacen lifted his head and locked eyes with her, the connection between them palpable. He reached out for her, and she ran her hand up his stomach to meet his halfway, their fingers intertwining as she squeezed it tightly. With renewed focus, her tongue worked fervently on that same sensitive spot, her thumb stroking the back of his hand in rhythm with his building climax.

As the intensity reached its peak, Jacen felt his climax approaching, his ears ringing, and his toes curling involuntarily. Daenerys gave him a small nod, a silent encouragement, and at that moment, his climax overtook him, as if his body had been waiting for her permission to unleash the overwhelming sensation upon him.

Her violet eyes locked onto his, intense and unwavering, as his back arched off the bed, a primal scream escaping his lips, echoing her name. In that moment, he felt a surge of ecstasy coursing through his veins, each sensation heightened to an almost unbearable intensity.

He squeezed her hand with a fervor he had never known, the pressure grounding him amidst the whirlwind of pleasure that threatened to engulf him entirely. The touch of her skin against his was overwhelming, sending sparks of sensation racing up his arm and igniting every nerve ending in his body.

As he released into her mouth, every pulse was like a thunderous wave crashing over him, his entire being consumed by the raw, unbridled pleasure she evoked within him. It was as if time had stopped, and he existed solely in this moment of euphoria, lost in the overwhelming sensations that swept through him relentlessly.

Amidst the ecstasy, her gentle touch on the back of his hand provided a lifeline to reality, a steady reminder of her presence and the connection they shared. Her tongue continued its rhythmic dance, a silent symphony of passion and intimacy that spoke volumes without words, affirming the love and desire they shared in that intense, transcendent moment.

As the waves of his climax slowly ebbed away, he leaned back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling with each deep, audible breath as he struggled to regain his composure. The aftermath of pleasure left him in a state of blissful exhaustion, his senses still tingling from the intensity of their shared passion.

Feeling Daenerys tap him twice on the back of his hand, he raised his head to meet her gaze. Her face bore a wide, satisfied smile, a glint of mischief in her eyes. Sure that she had his full attention, she opened her mouth to reveal a mouthful of the thick, white fluid he had released moments ago. A small string of it ran down her lip, glistening in the soft light cast from the hearth before dripping onto his leg.

With a dramatic flourish, Daenerys closed her mouth and swallowed, her expression teasing and daring. Without breaking eye contact, she then ran her tongue across his leg, claiming the remainder of what she had so thoroughly deemed hers. She gave him her sweetest smile, as if immensely satisfied that he had so thoroughly melted in her hands.

Jacen chuckled in disbelief and leaned back again, drawing another deep breath.

"I would've skipped lunch if I'd known you'd be giving me that much," she remarked as she squeezed his hand once before releasing it.

He could only manage a laugh between breaths as he adjusted himself to sit up and look at her. She was every bit as divine as he had always found her, but he seemed to see her differently now, after such an intense shared experience. He found himself more attracted to her than he had ever been, but it was for a reason that went far beyond the physical realm.

"So," she leaned her head on his thigh and ran a finger from base to tip once again, bringing forth another small stream of fluid that she eagerly took for her own. "Thoughts?"

"Amazing," Jacen responded simply. "Absolutely amazing."

"Well, I could tell that much," she smiled and ran a slightly sticky finger across his stomach. "It tasted almost as delicious as it sounded."

"Delicious enough to try again?"

She laughed and shook her head. "I should've known that I'd create a monster by doing that."

"And you did it anyway."

"And I did it anyway," she heaved a dramatic sigh.

"And now I'll be expecting it daily."

She laughed again and licked his glistening tip clean once more. "If you gave me that much every day, I just might be tempted."

"Really?" His curiosity got the better of him. "As much as I've heard people talk about this, I haven't heard of many women who enjoy it."

"Well, it's not so much the taste itself — more that it comes from you." She rose on all fours and slowly climbed his body until their faces were close enough for a deep kiss. Their tongues intertwined, and Jacen noticed an odd, tangy flavor on her lips and tongue. It was unexpected, but not altogether unpleasant.

She pulled away after several seconds and retreated to rest her chin on top of arms crossed over his chest. "How does it taste?"

"Odd," Jacen said slowly, reaching out to run a hand through her silver-blonde hair.

"It certainly does," she agreed, a contented smile playing on her lips as Jacen's gentle touch brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.. "Now, imagine tasting it while the person giving it to you is screaming your name, knowing that you caused that feeling to overtake them so dramatically that you holding their hand is the only thing anchoring them to this world. The only reason you're tasting it is because you made them give it to you. You took it, and they were powerless to stop you." She kissed him once on the chest.

"It does sound… appealing," Jacen responded, withdrawing his hand as he felt himself hardening beneath her.

"It was, I assure you," she reached down and stroked him gently. "I'd ask if you wanted another, but I have other plans for you tonight."

Jacen raised an eyebrow. "You have my undivided attention now."

"Oh, I know I do," she smiled as she sat up and slid off of him.

"Where are you going?" He asked as she slid off of the bed and stood up straight.

"To wash my mouth out," she stretched her arms behind her head and arched her back theatrically, clearly more for his benefit than her own. "I won't be long, I promise."

Jacen didn't respond, just watched her hips sway as she walked to the washroom, and he felt himself hardening even faster.

Gods… She's perfect.

Daenerys walked out of the washroom a few minutes later holding a towel in one hand, and she smiled when she saw him, now fully erect. "Be patient," she chided him gently, reaching a hand out to gently trace a finger along the vein that ran on the underside of it before she set the towel down on his nightstand and climbed into bed next to him. "Come here," she said as she slipped her arm under him.

Jacen moved towards her and allowed her to pull him closer to her. She put a hand on the side of his head and guided it to rest on her right breast, a position she frequently favored herself when falling asleep. She wrapped an arm around his neck and intertwined her legs with his own.

"I'm not going anywhere," she whispered into his hair, "and neither are you. You're mine tonight."

Jacen chuckled. "I wouldn't go anywhere for all the gold in the Seven Kingdoms."

She laughed and kissed him on the top of his head. "What's been your favorite part so far?"

"When you were scratching my back earlier, and when you grabbed my hand as you were finishing me."

"Excellent choices," she said, ruffling his hair. "I do love hearing you moan and whimper."

"What was your favorite part?" Jacen asked her.

Daenerys didn't respond immediately, just thoughtfully combed her hands through his hair.

"Undressing," she finally said as she stroked a thumb across his cheek. "Watching you open up like that and trust me… it meant a lot to me."

Jacen smiled and kissed the arm holding him against her. "What else?"

"When you reached for me, right before you finished," she said. "It made me feel… special, I suppose."

"You're awfully introspective tonight," Jacen remarked with a smile.

"So you expected something raunchier?"

"Admittedly, yes."

"Very well," he heard the playful smile in her voice that preceded her warm breath next to his ear. "The look on your face right before I swallowed," she breathed. "It made me feel more powerful and in control than the Iron Throne ever has."

The sheer passion in her voice made his heart race as she kissed him on the temple and leaned back again to rest her cheek on his head as she slowly combed her hands through his hair. He let out a contented sigh that sounded more like a groan than he would have liked, and Daenerys chuckled lightly.

"You like this too?"

"Very much so," Jacen mumbled, nuzzling his stubbly cheek against her smooth skin. He felt her leg jerk against him, and he smirked.

"Well, lucky for you, so do I," she buried her face in his hair and inhaled deeply.

"What is it you like about it?"

"That I can make you purr like a cat without even touching your cock," she nudged his hip playfully with her knee, "Your hair is also unbelievably soft, and you smell amazing."

"Do you prefer the soot smell or my shampoo?"

"A difficult choice, but I'd have to say your shampoo. Maybe because it's what makes your hair so soft," he felt her nuzzle her cheek against it, which sent a new wave of shivers through his body. "Why do you like it so much?"

"It feels good," Jacen shrugged his shoulders simply, "and it makes me feel… loved."

"You certainly are that," she kissed him on the top of his head again. "What else do you like?" She asked as she ran a hand slowly down his bare chest to rest below his navel.

"Playing with your… tits," he forced the word out.

She laughed and ruffled his hair. "We're getting there. Someday I'll have you saying the most vile things imaginable to me without a second thought," she whispered before lightly nipping at his ear.

Jacen couldn't help but laugh himself as he continued. "I also love how gentle and patient you are when showing me how to do things and how to touch you, and I love most of all that you always take the time to check that I don't feel overwhelmed. I just love that you… care, so deeply."

"Of course I do," she squeezed him once more. "Is there anything you want me to try? Anything I can do better?"

"Could you try touching other parts of my body when we're kissing, or maybe guiding my hands to parts of your body that you want me to touch?"

"I think I can do that," she smiled. "How do you feel about biting and pulling hair?"

"I like when you bite my lip when we're kissing or when you bite my ear, but I'd be open to exploring beyond that. Same goes for pulling my hair."

"Well, just so you know, I love it," she said, and he could hear the sly smile in her voice.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"I'll hold you to it, rest assured," she squeezed him again and rested her cheek on the top of his head.

"What do you like?" Jacen kissed the forearm that was holding him so tightly by the neck.

Daenerys didn't respond immediately, just continued to run her hands through his hair and occasionally lightly scratch his scalp with her fingernails.

"I like when you hold me. Tightly, like you did our first night together, and I love when you kiss me on the forehead. I don't know what it is about it, but it makes me feel particularly safe and loved, more so than anything else. I also liked everything you did when we spent the night together. There is something I'd like you to try, though."

"Let's hear it."

"Try using your mouth more instead of your hands. Experiment, and have fun with it. This is our time. Together."

"I will," Jacen nodded, thinking back to all of the times that his friends had said that women particularly enjoyed that.

"I also like when you nuzzle your stubbly cheek against me," she added. Jacen did so, and Daenerys laughed into his hair and lightly traced her index finger across his stomach below his navel. She laughed as he stood fully erect almost immediately. "Ready to move on, I take it?"

"To?"

"The part where I teach you how to fuck me, of course," she replied with her most regal tone of condescension. "Now that I've finished you once, you should last longer for this." She gave his hair a light tug and planted a kiss on the top of his head before she leaned away from him.

He sat up and reached for her as she leaned in to kiss him on the lips, her hand wandering lower to stroke him again. In response, he ran his hand down her stomach in search of the mound of pleasure between her legs. He felt her breath hitch as he dragged his fingers lightly over it, and he chuckled into her mouth as she leaned further into the kiss.

Throwing caution to the wind, he withdrew his hand and shoved her off of him onto the other side of the bed. She laughed in delight and opened her arms to him, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed behind her as he climbed on top of her and captured her lips hungrily in his. She let out a series of small whimpers as their tongues frantically danced between them, Jacen slowly moving to be completely on top of her as her legs gently guided him.

"Is this okay?" he breathed between kisses, startled at his own bravery.

She managed a clumsy nod, and their kiss deepened as Jacen opened his hands and moved them to grasp hers, their fingers intertwining as he held them firmly in place.

Their kiss was a tempest of raw passion and longing, heightened by the fact that Jacen had her hands pinned firmly above her head. His lips were hungry against hers, claiming her with a fervor that bordered on desperation yet was tempered by tenderness. Their tongues danced in a frenzied rhythm, exploring every inch of each other's mouths as if trying to map out every nuance of their connection. Daenerys responded eagerly, her own lips meeting his with equal fervor as she arched her back into him, a silent plea for more.

As they kissed, time seemed to slow down, the world around them fading into insignificance as they lost themselves in the intoxicating dance of their lips and tongues. It was a kiss that spoke of newly expressed desires and a deep connection that had yet to be explored, leaving them both utterly consumed by the intensity of the moment.

Jacen released her hands as he lowered his own to cup her head, deepening their kiss. Daenerys used her legs to guide him down her body, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted, settling on top of her as their faces aligned perfectly and her hands found their way into his hair, the intensity of their connection palpable in every movement.

As their kiss continued, she ran her hands down his back, her touch causing his muscles to tense. Her fingers found purchase on his backside, pulling him closer as they melded together in a passionate embrace. She gave it a hard squeeze and nipped at his bottom lip. He did the same in retaliation, and they both pulled away simultaneously, laughing, their heavy breaths mingling in the air between them. They locked eyes as the laughter passed, the depth of their emotions mirrored in each other's gaze, as they took a moment to catch their breath and recover from the intensity of their shared passion. It felt like an eternity as they remained intertwined, the warmth of their bodies and the intimacy of the moment creating a cocoon of serenity amidst the storm of their desire.

"I love you," he finally whispered, kissing her on the forehead.

"And I love you," she smiled and gently squeezed his backside.

As if they had never stopped, their lips met in another fervent kiss. Daenerys placed a hand on the back of Jacen's neck, holding him close as she leaned into the kiss with an intense determination. He responded eagerly, pulling her even closer, their bodies almost melding into one as their passion intensified. His hands trailed from her hips, up under her arms, and around her back, unconsciously avoiding her breasts.

She laughed softly into his mouth, the sound sending shivers down his spine. "Touch them," she whispered, her voice a command laced with desire, as she nipped at his lip and resumed kissing him with fervor. Jacen obediently ran a hand from her back to gently rest on her breast, giving it a tentative squeeze.

"I love you," she gasped between kisses, arching her back against him in response to his touch.

"I love you," he whispered back, his voice filled with adoration as he gave her breast another, firmer squeeze. In that moment, an overwhelming urge washed over him, an instinctual desire to put his mouth on her, to taste and explore every inch of her with a reverence that spoke of his deep affection and longing.

He pulled away, and Daenerys gave him a quizzical look as she gently combed a stray strand of brunette hair out of his face, her face flushed.

"Everything okay?"

Jacen nodded. "Is it okay if I kiss you…" he jabbed a finger into a spot on her right breast. "There?"

Daenerys laughed and leaned up to kiss him on the lips.

"Of course you can, my love. I appreciate that you're concerned about me, but you don't have to ask every time you want to try something. Just… try it," she gave him another excited grin that made his heart race. "Be unpredictable. I trust you, and I promise I'll tell you if I don't like something."

Unpredictable…

Jacen moved down, kissing the indicated spot on her breast before taking her hardened nipple into his mouth. Daenerys gasped in surprise, but her laughter rumbled through her chest as she ran her hands through his hair, encouraging him.

He teased her nipple with his tongue, relishing in her gentle moans as he brought her closer, his hand sliding around to her back to pull her tightly against him. Taking as much of her into his mouth as he could, he smiled to himself before giving her nipple a firm bite. Her reaction was immediate — a jump and a yelp of surprise, followed by laughter as she scratched the back of his neck playfully. Then, with a fistful of his hair, she guided him to her other breast, and Jacen obediently complied.

As he began to take her left breast into his mouth, a sudden thought interrupted his actions. "Was that okay?" he asked, though he was fairly certain of her answer. "Me biting you?"

Daenerys chuckled softly. "Very much so."

"Are you sure?" he pressed.

"Positive," she reassured him, her hand running through his hair in a soothing gesture. "Is it okay that I've been pulling your hair?"

"Very much so," he repeated without hesitation.

"Very well," she said with a playful tug on his hair. "You have my leave to continue, then."

Returning his attention to her breast, Jacen suckled and caressed it while she lazily ran her fingers through his hair. Their eyes met briefly, but soon her back arched into him, and her head fell back against the pillows with a sigh of pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him, a silent request for him to stay close.

"Just making sure you don't go anywhere," she teased, smiling down at him sweetly. "Now, carry on." She nudged his lower back with her heel.

He chuckled against her breast before giving her nipple another sharp bite, eliciting a delighted gasp from her. Jacen lost himself in the rhythm of their intimacy, savoring every moment as he explored her body with a newfound confidence. Daenerys continued to stroke his hair and occasionally grabbed his wandering hand to squeeze it, her responses fueling his passion and deepening their connection with each passing moment.

He felt one of her legs jerk violently against him, and she suddenly released her hold on him and shoved him away. Jacen gave her a questioning look as she took deep and measured breaths.

"Getting close," she managed.

Really? From just that? He made a mental note to ask Alex about this when she interrogated him about the evening.

"Isn't that the goal?" He asked slowly.

She laughed, her stomach jumping beneath him. "Yes, but not so soon. It's best when you take me to the edge, let me cool down, then take me there again."

"That sounds awfully frustrating, though."

"It is," she shrugged her shoulders, her voice growing steadier and her cheeks returning to their normal hue, "but that's the fun of it."

"If you say so," he gave a small smile and kissed her once more on her left breast. "May I continue?"

"You may," she nodded, taking a regal tone with him, "but can you go lower this time? Explore a bit more?"

"Of course. Any limits?"

She shook her head and lightly ran a hand through his hair. "Just do what feels right. With your mouth," she added with a grin, and he knew instantly that she wanted him to taste her as she had tasted him.

Jacen smiled and nodded. He gave her nipple one final bite before he began to move down her body, kissing along her stomach as his hands began to wander once again, acting purely on instinct, committing every curve to memory.

Thoroughly lost in the moment, he eventually found himself at the mound between her legs. She hadn't objected so far, so he assumed that he wasn't doing anything egregiously wrong. He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry. She laughed and nodded, then propped one leg on his shoulder and spread the other out farther to her side.

Kissing the inside of both her thighs, Jacen glanced back up at her. She continued to watch him, her breathing growing heavier with anticipation. With cautious determination, he set to work with his tongue, eliciting a loud moan of pleasure from her.

Remembering her comments on his unshaven face, he stopped and looked up at her.

"Did you want me to shave?"

She laughed and shook her head. "Don't you dare."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow.

She took a deep breath and nodded, clearly desperate for him to continue. "Really."

"As you say," he smiled and shrugged his shoulders before resuming.

He relished in both the warmth of her and the sound of her pleasure as he continued, watching as her chest rose and fell. He wrapped his right arm around her thigh and ran his other hand up her body to rest on her breast. He gave her nipple an exploratory pinch, and she laughed and placed a hand on top of his.

He could immediately see what she meant when she had told him of how she felt about his own taste. She tasted completely foreign, but inexplicably intoxicating. The hitches of her breath and the sounds of her moans accompanying each flick of his tongue only made her taste that much better, so much so that he wondered if he would ever be able to stop himself.

"You taste amazing," Jacen murmured as he looked up at her over the gentle curve of her stomach. He saw her blush as the rise and fall of her chest grew noticeably faster below his hand.

Was that a weird thing to say? Gods, it was, wasn't it?

As Jacen continued, still unsure of the exact reasons driving his instinctual actions, Daenerys responded with unabashed pleasure, her movements becoming more erratic and her moans that of utter ecstasy mixed with pleas for him not to stop, intermingled with his name uttered in fervent desire.

The thought crossed Jacen's mind: Does it always take this long? He remembered how quickly he had brought her to climax using only his fingers. Nevertheless, he marveled at his ability to elicit such pleasure from her, her escalating moans fueling his excitement.

I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought, exhilaration coursing through him. I can't believe I'm making you feel this way! His own heart pounded in his ears as he reveled in the intensity of their shared passion.

As Daenerys's breath quickened and her climax seemed imminent, she suddenly released his hand and pushed it away, gasping. Jacen stopped immediately, raising his head to look at her with concern as she grabbed a pillow and forced it down over her head with a shaking hand.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, withdrawing his hand from her breast.

"I think so," her voice was muffled but discernibly strained. "Just need a break. Too much at once."

Jacen nodded and slid forward and leaned his head on her thigh. "Is it something I did? Something you wanted me to do that I wasn't doing?" He asked, hoping he didn't sound panicked.

"No," Daenerys laughed shakily. "You were amazing. It's just that I've… I've never been with a man… like this. What you're doing. I've never had someone see me like this."

"Vulnerable?" He offered.

"Vulnerable," she nodded, still catching her breath. "I'll be fine, just give me a few minutes to collect myself."

"Of course," he reached out a hand and grasped one of her own and began slowly stroking the side of it with his thumb. "I'm here, and I love you."

She lowered the pillow and nodded and squeezed his hand before running her other through her tousled hair. She was blushing more than he had ever seen her.

They laid together like that for some time as Daenerys worked to regain her composure while Jacen offered silent support, occasionally squeezing her hand or running his thumb across the back of it as a reminder that he was still there with her. No words passed between them, but nothing needed to be said.

"Okay," she said, her voice noticeably steadier. "I think I'm okay."

"We don't have to do this if you find it too overwhelming, Daenerys," Jacen responded. "Tell me what you want and what you need."

"No, I'm okay," she repeated and waved it away.

"Very well," he nodded, "but can you promise me that you'll tell me when you need another break, or if you want to stop altogether? Fair warning, though: I do reserve the right to refuse," he added with a small grin as he raised his head and returned to his previous position

"Do you, now?" She laughed and squeezed his hand as she moved it to rest on her breast again. "I taste so good, that you would disobey the wishes of your queen?"

"Absolutely divine," he said, his voice carrying a longing to return to her.

"Then I shall not deprive you," she adopted a regal tone and squeezed his hand against her breast, "but, yes, I do promise.

"Very well, Your Grace," Jacen smiled before he resumed, her taste immediately drawing him in again. Every movement of his fingers and flick of his tongue elicited desperate moans and primal screams of his name from the woman he loved, increasing his desire for her, and his desire to push her over the edge as she had done to him.

As they intertwined their fingers, her grip on his hand tightened, her breath growing erratic as her climax approached. Jacen wrapped an arm around her thigh, holding her in place as he continued to pleasure her, determined to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible.

"Just like that," she gasped, her body tensing in anticipation.

Jacen responded with a gentle squeeze of her hand, and within moments her climax crashed over her. Her right leg jerked against him, and she screamed his name in ecstasy as she arched her back off of the bed, her pleasure echoing in the room. He maintained the pace with his tongue, reveling in her moans and gasps, marveling once again at his ability to bring her such intense pleasure.

Her legs tightened around him, holding his head in place as waves of pleasure tore through her relentlessly. Jacen paused momentarily to nip at her thigh before continuing, infusing her screams of pleasure with a new tone of longing.

More quickly than he would have liked, her moans subsided and her breaths became more controlled as the devastating waves of her climax slowly dissipated, Jacen slowly pulled away, allowing his tongue to linger for the briefest of moments, savoring her before kissing the inside of her thigh. Looking up at her, he was struck by her beauty and the raw vulnerability she displayed in that moment.

He squeezed her hand one last time before releasing it and climbing up her body. She opened her arms to welcome him into her embrace, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His hand moved to rest on her breast, but as his finger passed lightly over her nipply, she reached down to gently guide it away.

"Too sensitive," she whispered into his mouth.

"Sorry," he murmured, shifting his hand to caress her hair and the back of her head as the tenderness of their post-climactic intimacy enveloped them.

She pulled away and lowered her head to rest her forehead against his lips, still taking deep, measured breaths. Jacen kissed her lightly on the forehead and combed a hand through her hair as he quietly held her.

"How did you taste?" He whispered.

After a brief pause, Daenerys laughed and pulled away. "Not half as good as you did," she kissed him on the lips and reclined back on the pillows, running her hands up his back and slowly through his hair before letting them fall onto the bed. She gazed at him intently for a long while, then laughed again and reached up to smooth his hair back down. "Has anyone ever told you how perfect your hair is?" She twirled a strand between her fingers. "It's almost unfair."

"No," Jacen eased down the bed and crossed his arms over her chest and rested his chin on them, relishing the feeling of Daenerys playing with his hair. "Why?"

"It's so soft," she mused, "and it looks so easy to comb and maintain, though I do think the scruffy look suits you better." She ruffled his hair once more, drawing another light laugh before she smoothed it back down.

As Daenerys tugged at his hair playfully, Jacen couldn't help but revel in the sensation. "Having fun?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice betraying just how much he enjoyed her touch and how much he loved the sound of her melodious laugh, even at his own expense. In spite of the occasional pangs of discomfort, he felt a strange contentment wash over him.

"More than you think," she gave him a mischievous, lopsided grin and gave a clump of hair a sharp tug.

"It's certainly much easier to maintain than yours, I'm sure," He reached up and twirled a strand of hair that cascaded down her shoulders and let it fall through his fingers onto the bed.

"I can already tell that it is," she chuckled and smoothed down the strand she had been playing with. She then heaved a deep sigh and brought the heels of her hands up to her eyes, and Jacen realized that she was crying.

"Are you okay?" He sat up on his knees.

She nodded and opened her arms to him again. Accepting the silent invitation, he moved to lie down next to her and pulled her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest as Jacen gently rubbed her bare back.

"I'm sorry," she said, not looking up at him. "It's just… overwhelming is all."

"Stop apologizing," he murmured as he kissed her on the top of her head, relishing the sweet smell of sea breeze and lavender. "Cry. You're safe here with me, I promise."

As they lay together in the quiet embrace of the dimly lit room, time seemed to stand still. The only sounds were the gentle rise and fall of their breaths, creating a rhythm of comfort and solace. Jacen's arms wrapped securely around Daenerys, offering a sense of protection and reassurance. He could feel her heartbeat in a steady rhythm against his chest as her fingers traced soothing patterns on his chest, a silent expression of gratitude for his unwavering support.

Should I be doing something? The thought finally came to him after they had been lying in silence for some time. Will she let me know when she wants to continue? Do I ask?

He elected to say nothing, and he continued to rub her back in silence, placing a light kiss to the top of her head as a reminder that he was still there for her.

"Could you stroke my hair instead?" She asked, not looking up at him.

"Of course," he smiled and did as she asked, running his hands gently through her mane of silver-blonde hair and twirling it between his fingers. He felt her relax against him almost immediately. The silence was deafening, but Jacen didn't mind. He could have laid there with her all night.

"I guess it's a good thing we did this here instead of your chambers…" he said slowly when he started to wonder if she had fallen asleep.

He felt her stomach jump once, then she laughed loudly. Jacen couldn't help but join in, and she rolled off of him onto her side and propped herself up on an elbow. "You always know just what to say," she reached out and ran a hand along his cheek. "I suppose I can be a bit vocal, yes."

"You'll hear no complaints from me about that," Jacen smiled and reached out and flicked her bottom lip with his thumb.

She caught his hand as he withdrew it, planted a kiss on the back of it, then hugged it to her chest and lay down on top of it, resting her head on his stomach. "How're you holding up so far?"

"I'm… enjoying it, in case it wasn't obvious."

Daenerys laughed again. "No, I meant how you feel. Are you comfortable with everything? Is there anything you need me to do differently? Anything you want me to do differently?"

Jacen shook his head. "Nothing at all."

"Still nervous?"

"Not immensely," Jacen shook his head. "I've felt pretty well at ease so far."

"I can tell," Daenerys smiled and lazily ran her index finger across his chest. "You seem much more confident in yourself than you did last time."

"All because of you," Jacen smiled down at her. "You've been nothing short of amazing."

"I do try," she slid off of him to lie on her stomach beside him. She then propped her chin in her hands and crossed her feet next to his. "What's your favorite part been?"

He didn't respond immediately, mesmerized by the gentle curve of her back and backside. "You mean since the last time you asked?"

Daenerys chuckled. "Yes, since the last time I asked."

"Bringing you to tears, then holding you after. It felt… close."

"That it did," she agreed.

"What about you?"

"You pinning me down like that," she shifted against him. "If I'd known you were capable of that, we would've done this a long time ago."

"Capable?" Jacen raised an eyebrow.

Daenerys nodded. "Some people just don't like to be forceful or assertive, and I assumed you were one of those people. I thought I'd have to train you."

Jacen chuckled. "So more of that, then?"

"Much more, please."

"I'm that good?"

Daenerys laughed and reached up to run a hand across his cheek. "You are, indeed, and it will only get better with time."

A brief silence lingered between them, filled only by the soft rustle of their breathing and the gentle caress of Daenerys's finger tracing intricate patterns along Jacen's chest and abdomen. Her touch followed the contours of his bones and the definition of his muscles, a delicate exploration that sent subtle waves of sensation through his body.

"So what now?" Jacen asked, his gaze running again to her perfectly shaped backside. She laughed and reached up to grab him by the chin and turned his face to look back at her.

"Well," she began. "We start on round two." She ran a hand down his stomach to caress him, running a not-so-gentle finger from base to tip. Jacen winced slightly, the sensation more intense than he anticipated. "Still sensitive?" she asked with mock innocence.

"A bit, yes," Jacen managed as she continued with her finger, concentrating on the small flap of skin just underneath the tip that she had so expertly used to finish him earlier.

"Pity," she heaved a dramatic sigh, giving him an overly firm squeeze before she crawled on top of him and straddled his stomach. "Best hurry, the dragon can only wait for so long."

"Oh, so you're a dragon now?"

"I always have been," she replied with a smirk. "You just haven't seen it yet."

"Is that not what I saw earlier?"

She shook her head. "You'll wish for that."

He laughed and reached up and put a hand on the back of her neck to pull her down to him. He then kissed her deeply on the lips, and she responded in kind as she slipped her own hand behind his neck and ran the other through his hair. Their tongues danced a dance that alternated between fast and ferocious and slow and passionate as Daenerys arched into him. They had lost themselves once again until Jacen felt a sharp pain on his tongue as Daenerys bit down hard. Without thinking, he immediately slapped her on the backside.

"Cunt," he mumbled into her mouth.

She sputtered a laugh, saliva flying into his mouth. She then gently nipped at his bottom lip and pulled away to lean into his ear. "I told you… I'm a dragon," she whispered, the warmth of her breath making his skin crawl and further fanning the flames of desire that already threatened to overwhelm him.

"If you say so," Jacen laughed and pinched her hard where he had just spanked her.

She yelped and sat up, then a smile crawled across her face before she slapped him on the side of his head, ruffling his hair as his upper cheek throbbed.

"Don't start something you can't finish," she warned him before leaning down and capturing his lips hungrily in hers once again.

Forgoing words for action, Jacen pulled away and gave her a mischievous grin of his own. He then began to trail kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and finally to her left breast. Daenerys responded with a low groan, pushing her chest into his mouth as he gently guided her closer, his hand resting reassuringly in the small of her back. She rested her cheek atop his head, fingers threading through his hair as he took her hardened nipple between his lips.

As he had earlier, he alternated between sucking it, teasing with his tongue, and lightly biting it as she lazily raked her hands through his hair, her breath occasionally hitching in response to his exploration. At the same time, he ran a hand slowly down her body, seeking out her mound of pleasure. When he had reached it, he slipped two fingers inside of her and felt her grip on his hair tighten in response as she sucked in a deep breath.

He chuckled against her breast and ran his other hand gently down her back and gave her backside a hard squeeze as he began to work his fingers inside of her. He immediately felt her right leg jerk next to his, a signal that he had come to know well. He slowed noticeably, intending to draw out her pleasure for as long as he could.

"Close?" He asked, his voice muffled by her breast.

"So close," she whimpered into his hair, clinging tightly to him as the sensations overwhelmed her.

As her breathing quickened, he began to work his fingers faster and bit down on her nipple with steadily increasing pressure. He smiled and gave her backside a light squeeze as she began to arch her back into him, urging him to take more of her into his mouth. Her leg gave a final jerk, she clenched his hair and gave it a hard tug, and a guttural moan escaped her lips, echoing in the room as her body spasmed with the intensity of her climax.

He slowed down, easing her gently back from the edge, and withdrew his hand to gently trace her spine with slick fingers as Daenerys struggled to catch her breath, her fingers still tangled in his hair as she buried her face in it. He could feel the warmth of her breath crawl across his scalp and run down the side of his head as he lightened his grip on her nipple, but he continued to suckle and lick it as the aftershocks of her climax pulsed through her body..

"Think you can handle another?"

"No," she whimpered. "I need you. Now."

"I suppose I can oblige, but a question first: you say you're a dragon… whose dragon are you?"

He heard the smile in her desperate and longing voice. "Yours."

"Good, and never forget it," he smiled into her breast, his heart racing faster than it had all evening, before giving her nipple another hard bite and slapping her on the backside. She kissed him on the top of his head and ruffled his hair one final time before she began to work her way down to straddle his stomach.

"Already getting adventurous," she grinned down at him, her face still flushed.

"So that wasn't too much?"

She shook her head vigorously. "Not enough, I'd say."

"And this?" He asked as he reached up and ran a finger over her left nipple, surrounded by bruises and bite marks.

She took his hand in hers and squeezed it. "I trust you, Jacen. If I don't like something I'll tell you. You've been amazing so far, I promise." She brought his hand up to her mouth and kissed it lightly before lowering it to rest on his stomach. "Not to mention, I am your dragon, after all, and even a dragon must be disciplined every now and again." She gave him a mischievous smile.

He laughed and nodded, squeezing her hand before she withdrew it. "I suppose you're right."

He found himself marveling at her again as she drew herself up straight and pushed her hair out of her face. Catching his gaze, Daenerys smiled and leaned down to kiss him lightly on the lips.

"You don't have to just look, you know," she whispered.

Jacen leaned forward to continue their kiss as he slowly ran his hands from her knees up her thighs and along her back to rest between her shoulder blades, exploring each curve as if this were his first time touching her. Daenerys responded to his touch with a soft sigh, her body melting into his as she arched into his embrace.

She gently ran a hand around his side and down his stomach to trace the skin below his navel with a fingernail. "Ready?" She whispered into his mouth, her voice thick with the insatiable desire that he had heard only moments ago.

Jacen nodded and lowered his hands, and she began to adjust herself to move back down his body, but Jacen reached out and put a hand on her thigh.

"Can we try something different?" He asked, feeling his face grow warm. "I… liked being on top earlier."

Daenerys gave him another excited grin. "Of course we can!" She immediately dismounted him and moved to lie on the bed next to him. Following her lead, he navigated to his knees and climbed on top of her, and she eagerly opened her arms for him to pull him closer, but he jumped violently when Daenerys let out a loud yelp.

"You're on my hair!" She snapped, shoving him back.

Jacen laughed and leaned to the side and brushed a few stray strands of silver-blonde hair out from under his hand and arm. "Better?"

"Better," she smiled and pulled him closer to her and ran her hands down his back to rest above his backside. Her face was flushed, and in her deep violet eyes he saw pure vulnerability, trust, and love.

"I love you," he whispered as he kissed her on the forehead. "So much."

She smiled and ran a hand up his back and through his hair. "And I love you."

He gently guided himself towards her and pushed into a piece of unyielding skin and bone. He tried again, and this time pushed it between her backside and the soft sheets.

Really?

He looked down at his hand and then up at her sheepishly.

"Does my Master need assistance?" She gave him a teasing smile and ruffled his hair.

"If the dragon would be so kind," he forced a grin in spite of himself.

"Of course," she reached down to grab him and gently guided him inside of her, and he collapsed in a heap on top of her, his chin resting on her shoulder. He let out a long groan as Daenerys placed her hands on his backside and slowly pushed him deeper inside of her, breathing in a deep, shuddering breath herself as she did so. She gently scratched his back and kissed his shoulder.

"Everything okay?"

"Never better," Jacen responded, not moving, his voice muffled by the pile of pillows he had his face buried in.

"Focusing on not finishing too soon?" She teased.

"With all my might," he said, trying to hide the nervousness he felt.

He took a deep breath and pushed himself up. He placed a hand above either of Daenerys's shoulders and stared into her violet eyes again. They exchanged small smiles and she reached up and replaced her hands on his back. Ever perceptive, she moved a hand to the back of his neck and pulled him down until their foreheads were almost touching.

"Don't be afraid of disappointing me," she whispered. "I love you, and just sharing this experience with you is more than enough."

"Promise you'll tell me if you want me to do something different?"

"Promise," she gave him an encouraging smile.

He nodded and swallowed. He slowly pulled back and thrust into her, and he felt her shudder beneath him as her hands once again found his hair. He kept up this pace for several more thrusts, each drawing a deep moan from both of them. He found himself thankful that Daenerys had thought to finish him once earlier, because he knew that he would have lost control long before now if she hadn't.

As he continued to thrust into her, Jacen felt a surge of sensations coursing through his body. There was the tight warmth enveloping him, the slickness of their connection, and the jolts of pleasure emanating from their joined bodies. With each movement, he felt an intoxicating mix of desire and excitement, a primal urge driving him to seek deeper connection with her. The sound of her moans, the grip of her hands in his hair and on his backside, all added to the sensory overload, heightening his arousal and pushing him further into the moment with her.

"Deeper," she whispered. When he obliged, she moaned loudly as her grip tightened on his hair. She ran her other hand down his back and squeezed his backside, which he took as wordless encouragement, before she ran it up his body and found his empty hand near her shoulder, where she grabbed it and intertwined her fingers tightly with his before returning to his hair. It was as if their bodies were speaking a language of their own, conveying desire, passion, and love in every touch and movement.

Daenerys continued to urge him on, her hands having wandered down his back again to firmly grasp his backside. When Jacen hadn't felt his climax approaching within two minutes, he slowed down to catch his breath and rested his head once again on her shoulder. She squeezed his backside with both hands and lightly spanked him.

"Can't finish?" She asked.

Jacen shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, stop apologizing," she squeezed him again. "This is your first time, and I know you've put a lot of pressure on yourself. Tell me what I can do to make you less nervous."

Jacen shrugged his shoulders, unable to find the words to articulate his feelings.

"We can try a different position if you'd like," Daenerys offered. "One that may give you a bit more stimulation."

Jacen shook his head again and felt himself slowly going limp between her legs. His heart sank as tears of frustration brimmed in his eyes, and he buried his face further in Daenerys's shoulder. He made the mistake of sniffling, and he immediately felt Daenerys lightly grab a fistful of his hair and pull him up to face her. He saw on her face a look of sympathy, and she gave him a warm smile.

"Why are you crying?" She asked gently.

"Because I can't…" The words wouldn't leave his lips, so he laid his head back on her shoulder. She kept one hand in his hair, but she didn't try to pull him up again.

"What can't you do?"

Are you actually going to make me say it?

"Perform," he managed. "Give you the night you deserve."

"Jacen, do you think I'm not enjoying this?"

"Why would you?" Jacen asked, his tone suddenly laced with a bitterness that had suddenly come upon him. "You constantly have to show me what to do, answer my questions about what's okay and what isn't, and deal with my shyness and nervousness."

"And why would that make me enjoy it any less?"

Jacen shrugged his shoulders again. "You've been wanting this for a long time, and I'm sure it must be frustrating."

"It's not," Daenerys assured him, her tone both firm and gentle. "Not in the slightest. Sex is more than just physical pleasure, Jacen." She scratched the back of his head and rested her cheek against his ear. "It's so much more."

"Like what?"

"Well," she began. "It's about connection, trust, and exploring each others' desires. We've learned so much about each other tonight, and I've enjoyed it so much."

"I've enjoyed it too… I guess I just wanted it to feel good for you too."

"It did," she whispered, her tone patient. "You've made me feel so loved, desired, and cherished tonight. From the way that you always ask if I'm okay with what you're doing, to the tender way you explore my body, even down to the way you always try to hold my hand. And holding me while I cried? I don't think I can describe how that made me feel. Not to mention," she whispered, her voice taking on a playful tone. "Those sounds you heard me make weren't a performance." She lightly nipped at his ear.

Jacen gave a small chuckle, the bitterness lifting as quickly as it had come. "I thought not."

"Oh, did you?" She asked. "Your first time and you already think you're an expert."

"When it comes to your body, I am."

"I suppose you've proven yourself adequate, yes," Daenerys laughed and scratched his back. "Let's go, back to it," she kissed him lightly on the neck.

"And if I don't want to?"

"As if you have a choice," she purred as she gave his hair a light tug as her other hand wandered down his stomach. "I'll get you hard again myself if I have to, then you're going to fuck me until you have scratch marks on your tight little ass." She whispered before biting his ear much harder this time.

Jacen laughed, genuinely surprised. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"

"Does a woman need a reason to desire her partner?"

Jacen felt his pulse pounding in his ears at the sound of her words and the passion behind them. Before her hand had even reached his navel, he felt himself begin to harden against her leg.

"There we are," she grinned and pulled him up. "Now, as you were," she intertwined her legs with his and slapped him hard on the backside, making him wince. "Also," she leaned into his ear as Jacen adjusted himself to more comfortably lie on top of her. "I'd ask if you like to be spanked, but I don't care." She laughed and nipped him on the ear before spanking him again.

"If I'd realized this would be a safety hazard I might have reconsidered."

"If you thought mounting a dragon would be easy, you deserve it." She replied matter-of-factly and scratched his back before pushing him down her body until his face was level with her chest. "Kiss them, suck them, do as you will. Make me beg you to fuck me."

Jacen could only laugh again, but the raw desire in her voice made his heart race. He smiled up at her as he took her bruised nipple into his mouth and lightly dragged his tongue across it. She sucked in a deep breath as her hands found his hair once again. Wanting to truly test her resolve, he lightly traced circles around it with his tongue, occasionally passing over the tip and giving it a light nip, as his other hand moved down her body.

She chuckled and gave his hair a light tug, but before she could muster a witty response, he slipped two fingers inside of her and she melted in his hand. Her grip on his hair tightened and she arched her back into him as pleasure overtook her. She writhed in his tight grip as his fingers worked inside of her. He reached over to her other breast with his free hand and began lightly pinching and teasing her nipple, which only deepened her moans of pleasure.

He could feel her body tensing beneath him, her grip on his hair becoming almost desperate. Jacen's own heart raced in tandem with hers, his desire to bring her to climax matching her own urgency. As her moans grew louder and more desperate, he increased the pressure of his fingers inside of her, seeking to push her over the edge and send her spiraling into ecstasy.

As she writhed in his grip, Jacen found himself marveling at her once again, still finding it difficult to believe that this imposing powerhouse of a young woman could be reduced to a whimpering mess of primal desires by his own hands. He released her other nipple and ran his hand slowly up her body to comb through her hair. His mouth never leaving her breast, he watched mesmerized as it cascaded down to the bed between his fingers. Another loud, pleading moan filled the room, jolting him from his reverie as he felt her right leg jerk against him.

"I'm close," Daenerys gasped.

"I know you are," he chuckled into her breast, his hot breath sending a violent chill through her body. He then slowly withdrew his fingers from her and traced a slick path up her stomach. She let out another groan as he swirled a finger around her navel and rested his hand just above it, continuing to suckle and tease at her nipple.

She choked out a laugh amid deep breaths. "I need you. Now."

Jacen didn't respond, just lifted his head to meet her gaze as he slowly ran his slick fingers up her stomach and brought them up to his mouth. His heart was pounding violently as he slipped them into his mouth and sucked her delicious essence off of them. He grinned at her awestruck expression as he theatrically withdrew them and lightly placed them on her other breast and began teasing her nipple with his wet index finger.

She gasped a laugh and rolled her head back on the pillow. "I fucking love you."

Before he could conjure a witty remark, she looked back down at him and grabbed his hand. Jacen's heart sped up even more as she slowly drew it up to her face and took the same two fingers into her mouth. His desire became almost unbearable as he felt her suck at them and her tongue gently graze them, swirling around them as she claimed everything that he had left behind. She then withdrew them and smiled at him as she returned his hand to her breast.

They held each others' gaze for a few seconds until, driven by instinct alone, their lips met in a frantic and hungry kiss, each movement fueled by an intense desire that seemed to consume them both. Jacen leaned into her, allowing himself to be pulled into her embrace as if drawn by an irresistible force, and Daenerys welcomed him eagerly, her arms wrapping around him with a fierce urgency.

Jacen's mouth moved hungrily against hers, seeking and demanding, while Daenerys responded with equal fervor, her lips parting eagerly to welcome him in. Jacen's hands found their way to Daenerys's face, gently cradling her cheeks as he deepened the kiss, pouring all of his longing and love into the embrace of their lips. Daenerys's fingers tangled in Jacen's hair, pulling him closer as her tongue blindly sought out his own.

As their mouths moved together in a feverish dance, their hands roamed blindly, exploring each other's bodies with an almost desperate need. Whimpers of pure lust and desire escaped their lips, mingling with the sound of their ragged breaths as they surrendered themselves to the intoxicating passion that pulsed between them.

When they eventually parted, Daenerys put a hand on the back of his neck and grinned at him. "Try again?"

Jacen smiled and nodded as he began to adjust himself. He reached down to guide himself inside of her, but Daenerys ran a hand down his stomach and pushed his hand aside. Jacen looked back up at her, his face reddening.

"I think I can manage it this time."

"I'm sure you can," she smiled up at him, and with her other hand on the back of his neck she pulled him down to her and kissed him gently on the lips.

Their kiss deepened almost instantly as their tongues met, and Jacen felt his arms wrapping around her. As he lost himself in her once again, he was overcome by a violent pleasure that nearly made him collapse on top of her, a low moan escaping his lips as her warmth enveloped him. As Daenerys placed a hand on his backside to draw him in further, she chuckled and gave his backside another squeeze.

"I love hearing you," she whispered as she ran her hand through his hair, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Desperate for release, Jacen found himself struggling to maintain his composure. "Can you put your hands back there?" he managed, his voice strained with desire.

"Stop asking," she breathed, her breath hot against his skin as she squeezed him close to her and rolled her hips, nearly sending him over the edge. "Command me."

"I command you, then," he said, his voice barely a whisper as he fought to hold onto his last shreds of control.

"To?" she teased, her voice laced with anticipation.

"Daenerys," Jacen gasped, his words coming out in ragged bursts. "I can't hold out much longer here."

"Oh, okay," she sighed, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on his back. She rubbed his backside and gave it a light squeeze, then Jacen felt a sharp pain radiating from his thigh as she spanked him hard once again. This time, instead of a yell of surprise, a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. "Oh, I love it!" She laughed with glee.

Jacen gave her a small smile, his heart swelling with affection as he captured her lips in a deep kiss, each movement of their bodies syncing perfectly as he began to thrust into her. With each thrust, he felt her warmth enveloping him, her soft moans driving him to greater heights of pleasure. Her grip on him tightened, her nails digging into his skin in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. He groaned into her mouth as her hands wandered along his back and backside, each touch sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through him. The light pain from her occasional pinches and squeezes only served to fan the flames of desire burning within him.

"You're so tight," he gasped, his voice thick with desire as he sought to convey just how much he was enjoying her. He felt her leg jerk violently against him in response to his words, a small whimper escaping her lips. "You're so… perfect," he whispered, his breath mingling with hers as he ran a hand along her stomach, his fingers tracing the contours of her body before coming to rest on her bruised breast, where he gave it a hard squeeze. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath mingling with a moan of pleasure, and she spanked him hard in return, a jolt of pain and pleasure coursing through his body as their lips broke apart.

Closing her eyes, she leaned her forehead against his nose, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He felt her hands trembling against his skin as she lightly squeezed his backside and ran them up his back to rest on his shoulder blades.

"Okay?" He whispered.

She nodded, her breathing gradually slowing as she took deep, calming breaths. "Getting too close," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you?"

"Getting there," he responded with a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"You're…" She began, running a hand around his back and across his stomach and chest, her touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him. "Perfect," she heaved a contented sigh. "So, so perfect."

"Do I feel as good as I taste?" Jacen asked with a smirk that she couldn't see, his heart rate speeding up at the passion behind her words.

"So much better," she said quietly. "Better than I could have ever imagined." He felt her hand wander down to his backside, and a shiver shot up his spine as he felt her finger begin to trace intricate paths along one side and down to his thigh.

"You like my ass as much as I like your tits," he breathed into her ear, and he felt her breath catch in her throat as he planted a light kiss just behind her temple, drinking in the smell of her shampoo.

She chuckled lightly and kissed him on his collarbone. "And my ass?"

"Almost as perfect as these are," he whispered as he dragged a finger gently across both of her breasts, relishing the feeling of her shuddering against him as he passed over her nipples.

In response, she lifted her head and kissed him on the lips before spanking him once again. As the pain dissipated, she reached down and withdrew him from her and gave him a hard shove, pushing him off of her onto the other side of the bed. She then mounted him and quickly slipped him back inside of her, her movements clumsy and urgent. They both let out loud moans as she slid down to rest on his thighs, their hands fumbling for purchase on each others' bodies.

Their bodies came together in a frenzy of need, their moans echoing in the room as they struggled to find their rhythm amidst the intensity of their passion. With unspoken understanding, Daenerys seized his lips once more, igniting a flame of longing that burned fiercely between them. Jacen's hand found its way to her backside, delivering a firm spank that elicited primal sounds of pleasure from deep within her. Lost in the moment, he fervently explored her body, reveling in the sensation of her beneath his touch, spanking her again every time his hand passed over her smooth, firm backside that fit so perfectly in his grip. He found himself surprised at how comfortable he had become with the act of striking her, even if it was done out of love and with a profound sense of trust.

As he spanked her once more, harder than before, she bit down on his tongue in retaliation and sat up, her breath coming in short gasps

"Holding on?" Jacen asked, a knowing grin on his face.

Daenerys nodded and looked down at Jacen's chest. Even though her hands were planted firmly upon it, they were still visibly shaking.

"This one is going to be intense," Daenerys said quietly, her voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and a hint of apprehension.

"I'll be here with you," Jacen assured her, running a hand across her thigh.

"Will you hold me when it comes?" She looked up at him, fixing him with her deep, violet eyes.

"Of course I will," Jacen smiled and ran a hand up her stomach to lightly flick her bruised nipple.

Daenerys returned his smile, pushed her hair out of her face, and rolled her hips on top of him, making his ears ring as his head lolled back onto the pillows. He groaned her name loudly before leaning up to meet her kiss as his hands went to her backside once more. He could feel it moving under his hands as she rolled her hips and grinded on him, driving them both towards their climax at blistering speed.

As Jacen was beginning to feel that familiar warmth blossom in his lower body, Daenerys stopped and pulled away. Jacen gave her a quizzical look.

"Can we change positions?" She asked, tracing a finger along his chest. "I liked it more when you were on top… If that's okay," she added quickly, sounding uncharacteristically nervous.

"Do you think I care about your pleasure?" Jacen raised an eyebrow.

Daenerys laughed and slapped him on the chest. "If you care about yours, you'll learn to care about mine." She then slipped off of him and onto the other side of the bed. Jacen quickly joined her and allowed himself to be pulled on top of her into another kiss.

"I love you," he mumbled into her mouth.

"And I love you," she grinned and nipped at his tongue before pulling away. She placed a hand on his chest and slowly ran it down his body, gently tracing a winding path with her fingers until it came to rest below his navel. "May I?" She asked with her most disarming smile.

"If you must."

Daenerys laughed and leaned up to give him a quick peck on the lips as her hand wandered lower to grasp him and guide him inside of her. She withdrew her hand and ran it around his body to rest on his backside. "You may continue," she whispered.

Jacen smiled and kissed her on the lips with such force that she was pushed back into the pillows, her tongue desperately fighting his for dominance as he ran his free hand around her body to grasp her breast. She laughed into his mouth and spanked him, clearly enjoying his newfound fervor, but he couldn't help it. He had to see her finish. To feel her finish.

"Slow down," she whispered into his mouth, placing a hand on his chest to push him away. He looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. "Just need to readjust," she said as she moved under him to sit higher on the pillows. She then intertwined one leg with his and propped the other across his lower back. She tapped Jacen on the backside and he slowly thrust into her, but she still didn't appear completely satisfied.

"Can you move to the left a bit?" She directed him. "No, my left." She directed once again.

When Jacen had settled on top of her again, she leaned up and kissed him, an apologetic look on her face. It turned to one of surprise mixed with ecstasy as he slowly thrust into her. Her free hand suddenly flew to his back and pulled him tightly against her.

"This is it," she choked out. "This is definitely it."

"So the dragon is satisfied?" Jacen whispered into her ear. He received a shaky nod in return, and he kissed her lightly on the neck before raising his head again and gently taking her lips in his. Their tongues met and intertwined once again as Jacen slowly thrust into her, their kiss becoming more frantic as she chased the climax that Jacen was pushing her towards.

"Faster," she gasped.

Her moans became whimpers as her leg twitched against him, and he knew that her climax was almost upon her. Jacen wrapped his arms more tightly around her, and he could feel her grip tighten on his back as her other hand ran from his backside up his back to grasp a clump of his hair. Jacen couldn't resist a small grin as a thought occurred to him. He gently pulled away, careful to maintain the same pace of his thrusts, and began to kiss along her cheek and jaw down to her neck. He kissed her one final time and leaned into her ear.

"Come for me," he breathed.

Her breath hitched and her back arched against him as he returned to kissing her on the lips. She let out one final moan into his mouth as her leg jerked against him, and her climax crashed over her. Her grip tightened further still as she gasped his name, her legs trembling against him. He kept up his pace, driving her ever forward and drawing more whimpers from her lips with each thrust as he held her against him. He felt himself slowly approaching his own climax, but he did his best to push away the thought for the time being.

As the trembling passed and her whimpers became less fervent, Jacen slowed his pace and ran a hand up through her hair as he broke their kiss. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes closed and a contented smile on her lips as her chest rose and fell against his. He couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she looked basking in her afterglow — the remnants of a climax that he had brought upon her. He ran a hand around to rest on her cheek and stroked a thumb gently across her temple, pushing aside a few stray strands of silver-blonde hair.

"Hm?" She didn't look up at him.

"That was a quiet one."

"Sometimes the quiet ones are the best," she mumbled, adjusting herself underneath him and gently scratching his back.

"What did you like so much?"

"That you held me," she smiled fondly, her eyes still closed. "And when you whispered in my ear."

"Yes, I thought you would," he chuckled and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"Now it's your turn," she opened her eyes and turned her head to meet his gaze. Her violet eyes were so full of passion and love that it made his heart jump into his throat. "Me on top, or you on top?" Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned up to his ear. "Or… I can show you some of my more… advanced techniques with my mouth." She nipped him lightly on the ear before lying back down and smiling up at him.

"Me on top," Jacen kissed her on the lips. "You'll be insufferable if I give you the satisfaction."

She laughed and gave his hair a playful tug. "You know me too well."

"Unless you'll be too sensitive?"

Daenerys shook her head. "It's a bit different for women. I'll be fine. Could you wake me up when you're finished, though?"

"As if you could ever fall asleep with me moaning and gasping in your ear."

Daenerys twirled a strand of his hair around her fingers and shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose I'm a simple woman."

"Oh, you're anything but," Jacen grinned and kissed her on the forehead. He then ran a hand down her body and slapped her hard on the thigh. "Ready?" He began to run a hand around her thigh to guide himself inside of her, but she put a hand on his arm.

"Can I?" She looked up at him.

"Of course," Jacen smiled and ran his hand back up her body to rest on her breast as she reached down to gently take him in her hand, holding his gaze in her violet eyes.

She pulled him down into a deep kiss as she slowly slipped him inside of her. As their tongues met, he felt her place a hand on his backside and slowly push him further into her. She then raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

"Should let you go a bit deeper," she pulled away, her voice unsteady as he settled into her. "Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Scratching my back would be nice."

"I should have known," she grinned and leaned up to kiss him. "Can I play with your hair too?"

"Of course you can," Jacen returned her smile.

"Good," Daenerys ran her hand up the back of his neck and through his hair as her other hand wandered lazily up and down his back. She then nudged him with her heel. "Carry on."

He leaned down and captured her lips in his own as he slowly thrust deeper into her, her back arching slightly into him. He squeezed her breast and lightly teased at her bruised nipple, drawing forth a small whimper.

"Sensitive," she whispered into his mouth.

"I don't care," he grinned and gave it a harder pinch, and she laughed and tightened her grip on his hair. All at once, he felt his legs begin to grow numb as the climax that he had not reached earlier returned to him.

"Are you close?" Daenerys asked, easing back on their kiss.

Jacen nodded and leaned into her, but she ran her hand from his hair down to his chest to stop him. He reluctantly stopped and pulled away to find her staring up at him.

She moved her hand to rest over his racing heart and gave him a small smile. "Can I finish you?" She asked, her voice both gentle and unsure. "Please?" She added, and Jacen saw no hint of jest or teasing in her eyes — only pure, unwavering love.

He nodded slowly, and she leaned up to take his lips in hers as she rolled her hips against him, using her grip on him for leverage. Jacen nearly collapsed on top of her, and she laughed into his mouth, running her hand from his chest back up to rest on the back of his neck.

"Relax," she whispered. "Let me."

Jacen nodded and lowered himself to rest on top of her. He lightly trailed a hand up her body to rest on the back of her head as the other approached her breast, but she gave his hair a light tug before he could reach it. He chuckled into her mouth and instead ran it around her body to rest under her shoulder. She then broke their kiss again and stopped moving her hips.

"Daenerys—" Jacen began, frustration creeping into his voice.

She smiled her most loving smile and guided his head down to rest on her shoulder. She then leaned her head against his and ruffled his hair.

"Focus on me," she breathed into his ear, her voice laden with passion. "Only me, and the feeling of you inside of me." She began to slowly move her hips again.

Jacen let out a low groan as he surrendered himself to her touch and melted against her. "I love you," he breathed as he felt a gentle warmth radiating throughout his lower body.

She ran a hand down his back and lightly squeezed his backside. "And I love you," she whispered, ruffling his hair as she kissed the side of his head. "Do you like this?"

"Very much."

He could almost see her sadistic grin as she slowed her hips, easing him back from the edge.

"Why do you keep doing that?" He asked, frustration creeping into his voice.

"Because I want you to scream my name in painful ecstasy when I let you finish," she whispered into his hair, clearly satisfied with his reaction. "Like I said, you're mine tonight, and I have to make sure you know it."

"Cruel," he kissed her on her bare shoulder.

"You say that now, but you'll be thanking me soon," she gave his backside a hard squeeze.

"For some reason I don't believe you," he responded, his voice muffled by her hair and shoulder.

"You will," she laughed and spanked him as she began to move her hips again. No sooner had the warmth returned than she had stopped again, leaving him gasping for breath.

Jacen could only manage a small whimper as his head spun with the sheer magnitude of the stimulation she was both giving and taking away. She felt amazing, almost impossibly so, and he found himself exhilarated at the control she exuded over him and how gently she handled him. It was almost as if she thought that he would shatter if she handled him too forcefully, and Jacen was beginning to think that he would before the night was over.

"You're doing so amazing," she whispered as she scratched the back of his head. "Think you can handle another?" She gave his hair a light tug.

"I don't think so," Jacen managed, just starting to catch his breath. "Too much for the first time, I think. If that's okay."

She chuckled. "Of course it's okay. Can I finish you like this, then, or did you want it in my mouth?"

"Like this," he grunted, not lifting his head as he gently combed a hand through her hair. "Need to see if you're as good with your hips as you are with your tongue."

Daenerys laughed and spanked him. "I accept your challenge." She kissed him on the side of his head. "Ready?"

He nodded into her hair.

She kissed him on the side of the head as she began moving her hips again, and he could already feel himself careening towards the edge. Daenerys laughed against him as his grip tightened on her hair and he felt his toes begin to curl. "Yes," she grinned into his hair and tightened her grip on him with her legs. "You'll want to hold on to something for this."

He felt the pressure building in his lower body, a potent mix of desire and anticipation threatening to consume him. Nevertheless, his climax remained just out of reach, as if it awaited one final push before engulfing him completely.

As if she had heard his thoughts, Daenerys scratched the back of his head and pulled him closer to her. "Let go," she breathed into his ear, her voice warm and comforting. "I've got you."

With her encouragement, another wave of pleasure surged through him, more intense than before. He couldn't hold back any longer, his body responding eagerly to her touch as the feelings of ecstasy mingled with the sensation of her caresses amplifying the pleasure to new heights. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had ignited, sparking a wildfire of sensation that consumed him entirely. The pleasure was so overwhelming, so all-encompassing, that he felt as though he might lose himself in it completely. In that moment, all he could do was cry out her name, surrendering himself to her loving caresses.

Daenerys remained silent, her kisses on his neck gentle, her hands continuing their soothing motions through his hair as he pulsed within her, breathless whispers escaping his lips. All the while, her hips moved in the same steady, mesmerizing rhythm.

Once the crushing waves of his climax had subsided, he let out a deep sigh, his hands lightly threading through Daenerys's hair, her own hands still tenderly tracing patterns on his head and back. His body still tingled with the echoes of their passion, every nerve humming with the memory of their intimate connection. He pressed a light kiss to her neck, eliciting a soft chuckle from her.

"Still had a lot to give me, it seems," she remarked thoughtfully, "and I told you that you'd thank me," she added as she squeezed him against her, her tone one of smugness and satisfaction. She rolled her hips once again, and Jacen gasped once again and cried out in surprise. She laughed in delight and ran a hand down to squeeze his backside.

Jacen chuckled softly in response, his heart still racing as he basked in the afterglow of their shared intimacy. He quickly lost himself in the scent of her hair and the unimaginable softness of her skin on his cheek, fully spent and fatigued beyond words as his body succumbed to a blissful exhaustion. With each gentle stroke of her fingers tracing patterns on his back, he felt himself drifting further into a state of serene contentment. The world around them faded into obscurity as he surrendered to the soothing rhythm of her touch, lulled by the tranquility of the moment.

"Still with me?" She gave him a light shake, rousing him from his dozing.

"Hm," he grunted.

"That one really did a number on you, didn't it?" She asked, amused.

"Hm," he grunted again, adjusting himself to lie on top of her more comfortably.

"Yes, I know I've made the mistake of scratching your back," she laughed and traced a finger along his spine. "Planning to sleep like this?"

Jacen didn't respond, intoxicated by her gentle touch and the feel of her warm breath across his scalp and neck. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, though he didn't completely understand why.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"I think I'm starting to cry, actually." He raised his head and wiped at one of his eyes with the heel of his hand. He slowly met her gaze, suddenly feeling very nervous. "Would you…" His voice trailed off. "Hold me?"

"Of course I will," she smiled and reached forward to drag her thumb along his face below his left eye. "Can you hold out long enough for me to get cleaned up?"

Jacen nodded and slowly withdrew and rolled off of her, the resulting sucking sound drawing a small chuckle from both of them. She took his hand and squeezed it as she sat up and grabbed the towel from his nightstand. "I won't be long," she assured him, bringing up his hand to lightly kiss the back of it before rising and walking into the washroom.

Jacen stared at the ceiling and dragged his hands down his face, struggling to hold himself together in the aftermath of such an… otherworldly experience. Something he had never experienced, and had never believed that he would experience. And yet, here he was — lying on his own bed in tears after a night of pure ecstasy with the Queen of Westeros herself, barely holding himself together.

She exited the washroom in short order carrying a fresh towel and gave him a warm smile as she walked over to his bed. She gingerly stretched the towel over a small cluster of wet spots before climbing onto the bed next to him.

"Come here," she held out a hand, and he obediently slid into her grasp. She guided his head onto her right breast, and he felt a contented sigh escape her as he nuzzled his stubbly cheek against her. "Careful," she warned him. "Any more of that and I'll have to take you for another round."

Jacen laughed and wiped his eyes, unable to form a witty response.

"Want to talk about it?" She asked, ruffling his hair and kissing him on the top of his head.

Jacen shrugged his shoulders. "Just overwhelming is all," he mumbled. "New experiences."

"Very new," Daenerys agreed, "and experiences that you'd better get used to," she whispered. "You'll find that I'm… rather difficult to satiate."

Jacen laughed. "If you expect this much every night, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you.

"Well, if you come home smelling like sweat and soot, all you have to do is lie still and I'll ravage you myself." They laughed as she ran a hand around his head and across his cheek. Jacen closed his eyes and relished the feeling, adjusting himself to lie more firmly in her grip.

Home… The word sounded… right, coming from her mouth. It carried with it an essence of belonging that he had so longed for without even fully realizing it. It was more than a feeling or a place, it was… her. Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen.

"And how did I do tonight?" He asked.

Daenerys didn't respond immediately, just combed her hand idly through his hair as she ran her other hand down to grasp a hand resting on his stomach. "Amazing," she finally said. "Just… amazing."

"It wasn't awkward?"

"Oh, it was," she laughed, "but that's what made it amazing. It was real. Sex isn't always some earth shattering explosion of primal passion. Sometimes it's just two people who love each other exploring each others' bodies and desires."

"I suppose you're right."

"I am," she gave his hand a light squeeze. "It won't always be awkward. Eventually we won't even have to talk about what we want or like." She relaxed against him and rested her head on top of his.

Jacen smiled and squeezed her hand before nuzzling his cheek against her once again and falling silent. They lay like this for some time, the only sound Daenerys's even breathing against his ear and the light ruffles of her running her hands through his hair. He crossed a leg over hers and placed a hand lightly on her stomach, relishing the feel of her soft skin as her stomach rose and fell with each breath.

It wasn't long before he heard her start to quietly snore. As he had told her, they were the cutest and most pleasant snores he had ever heard, and he relished the sound of them. He gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, and her snores came to a stop as she squeezed his hand.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"You did," Jacen brought up her hand to kiss it. "I wish you could hear your snores."

"You like the sound of these "snores" you claim exist, and I like the smell of sweat and ash. We're quite a pair, aren't we?"

"That we are," Jacen chuckled. He then reluctantly sat up and turned to her. He could only marvel at her, so serene in the aftermath of their night of passion. "Sleep?"

"Probably for the best," she nodded. "I don't think your old bones could handle another."

"And you'd be right," Jacen smiled and clapped a hand hard on her thigh. "When you reach my age in a couple of years, I'll be sure to remind you that you said that. If I haven't left you for a younger and prettier woman."

Daenerys laughed and sat up next to him. "I heard those screams. You're not going anywhere, trust me."

Jacen shrugged his shoulders and leaned forward to plant a light kiss on her lips. "You know me too well, my love."

"I do, indeed," she smiled and rose from the bed. She gestured for him to rise, and they both set about straightening his sheets and comforter. As they worked, he began to notice several more clusters of wet spots scattered across the bed.

"Let's just change the sheets." Jacen gestured to a nearby closet where she would find another set of sheets and a comforter.

Daenerys considered this for a moment before nodding and turning to walk to the indicated closet. Jacen couldn't help but steal an extended glance at her backside before he set about stripping the bed. They worked in silence to redress the bed, neither having expected to have to go through this much effort when they were both already visibly exhausted.

When they were finished, the bed redressed and the old sheets in a pile on the floor nearby, Daenerys lay down on the bed and spread her arms out to either side. "Worth the effort, I think." She maneuvered to slip under the sheets and comforter and settled back onto a pillow on the side of the bed she had taken last time she had slept over.

"Agreed," Jacen took what he had come to see as his side of the bed. "Nightclothes?" He asked as he sat down on the bed.

She put a hand on his bare chest and gently pulled him down to lie next to her. "Do you think we're not going to fuck in the morning?"

Jacen laughed as he slipped under the sheets and settled in next to her. "If I can handle another."

"I'll make sure you can," she gave him a mischievous grin. "How did you want to sleep?"

"I want you to stroke my hair again," he responded immediately.

"Take that tone with me more often," she chuckled, her face turning a light shade of red as she settled onto the bed and held her arm out to him. He obediently slipped into her grasp and allowed her to guide his head onto her bruised breast. He ran a hand over it and under the sheets covering them to rest just below her navel.

"I love you, Daenerys," he said, feeling her steady heartbeat under his cheek. He couldn't help but wonder if she found it so divine when she felt his heartbeat.

"And I love you, Jacen," she ruffled his hair and kissed him on the top of his head one final time before they fell into contented silence.

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BEHIND THE CHAPTER

This chapter was… an experience to write. It was the most intensive one yet, mostly because of how thorough I wanted to be with describing everything and trying to capture the awkward passion of the moment. I proofread, revised, and proofread again more times than I could count, which is why this chapter took so long to come out (and why it clocked in at over 20k words!). This was my first time ever writing a proper smut scene, and I wanted to do it right. That being said, it's a huge relief to finally see it finished and ready to publish. It was a ton of work, but I think it's the chapter I'm the proudest of so far. It's definitely the chapter that I was most excited to publish.

My main holdup was that I would regularly get new ideas for cute moments or exchanges, and I would include them and make sure they flowed well in the story, even moving things around multiple times between versions. It quickly grew from just over 9k words (which I thought was a lot) to over 20k. I loved all of the little moments that I was able to add, and there are none that I would remove if I had to do it again, but wow did I get bogged down with them a couple of times. Like I said, it was my most taxing chapter so far, but also the most rewarding because I had a ton of fun and learned a lot about a genre that I had no experience with beyond reading it. Turns out that writing sex scenes is… quite different from writing other fluff/slice-of-life scenes or party scenes. Who knew?

To give you an idea of how long I've worked on this scene and how many iterations it's gone through, it was planned as Chapter 6 when I published the very first chapter of this fic. I've worked on it a bit here and there ever since then, but it wasn't until I'd published Chapter 10 and realized that the chapter would be coming up very soon that I really began to work more on it and think more about its place in the story.

The setting for this chapter was actually originally in the Red Keep in Daenerys's chambers. I decided to change it after finding that it would make much more sense to take place at his home instead. Plus, Daenerys has come to consider it to be more "home-y" than her own chambers in the Red Keep, so a scene like this seems better suited to a setting like this. This isn't anywhere close to the last smut scene in this story, but it will probably be the last one that's over 20k words…