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Being called a king and being a king are very different things.
Anyone can be called a king; it is not difficult. Just not to care about the kingdom, to indulge in gluttony, debauchery and tournaments, spending the gold from the treasury on this. All boring matters will be handled by the Hand. Such a king by name was the Usurper.
But it is much harder to be king. Such a king from dawn to dusk thinks about how to make the lives of his subjects better, how to secure plenty of food in storehouses and ensure the people's survival in winters, how to fill the treasury, how to protect the Kingdom and keep the peace. And the Hand does not replace the King in all this, only helps him not to lose his mind completely. Often there is not enough time for anything but the cares of the kingdom. Not even for family.
Jon was a king, and it wasn't easy for him. Getting the kingdom out of the shit the previous monarchs had driven it into was very difficult. The times when he had been Lord Commander of the Night's Watch now seemed like an easy ride. But now there was someone beside Jon with whom he shared that heavy burden.
When he met her on Dragonstone, he immediately drowned in those violet eyes, with no chance of escape. Those who said she was the most beautiful woman in the world were rather modest in their assessments.
She was beautiful, not only on the outside but also on the inside. She determined to bring peace and justice to the Seven Kingdoms, and for that she gained an army that followed her out of respect and love, not fear. She trusted him and set aside the war for the throne for the war for the peace of the living, knowing this was far more important than a throne made of a pile of corrupted swords.
How could he have hoped to prevent his heart from falling in that woman’s hands? Once Maester Aemon told him that love is the death of duty. But what if duty and love do not contradict each other? What if he did not have to forsake one for the other?
Jon nearly lost her when he learned the truth about himself. For a while he was ashamed of his origins, avoiding her, until Arya threatened to stick him with a pointy end if he didn't stop doing it. Then he cast aside any doubts and merely allowed himself to love this woman, no matter what. The night after the feast was decisive, and he made what he now believed to be the only right choice.
It was frightening to imagine what the future would be like without his Dany and their little Visenya.
They were married twice. First they did it in northern traditions, in Winterfell, Jon watched Davos cry as he witnessed them. Then, when the time came to unite the North and the other Six Kingdoms under one crown, they stood before the Seven. Jon, to everyone's surprise, covered her in a cloak with a dragon and a direwolf, which Sansa had sewn, after she finally believed in his wife's good intentions and even befriended her. It was time that they decided to reveal the truth about Jon to everyone.
His queen helped him learn to be the dragon he was supposed to be by birthright. When they won, Jon wanted to know more about his ancestors, so they forced the Citadel to hand over all the books and scrolls hidden for centuries in the depths of the Citadel that contained anything about the Targaryens. It turned out that the Targaryen family "madness" was just the slander of the Maesters, and that the truly mad had done so for perfectly understandable reasons. Now Jon was not worried about his wife and Visenya, who grew up to be a cheerful and kind child, a small version of the love of his life.
Dany brought him back to reality by gently stroking his arm unnoticeably by the others in the council chamber. She loved the sight of him when he was brooding, but here and now it was necessary to listen carefully to what was being said.
"...So I'm sure there will be enough crops in our fields for the United Kingdom to survive the winter," Willas Tyrell said. "Fortunately, the winters are much shorter and warmer than they used to be."
"That's good to hear," Jon replied unemotionally, meeting Dany's gaze. "I would not want to unnecessarily buy grain from the cities of the Bay of Dragons, as we had to do four years ago."
"I assure you, Your Grace, we have enough to fend for ourselves," Lord Representative assured him.
"Thank you, my lords and ladies," Dany said as she stood up. Her example was followed by everyone else, including Jon. "That's enough for today. We shall reconvene in two weeks."
"Your Graces," Lords said almost simultaneously and quickly left the hall. Missandei and Davos, the Hands of the Kingdom, were the last to leave, and soon the monarchs were completely alone.
Dany slowly walked over to Jon and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him close to her. There was a smile on her face and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Jon couldn't contain his smile at this sight of his beautiful little Silver Queen, his hands sliding down her back, settling on her plump thighs. Southern clothing was much thinner than what they were used to wear, and he could feel her warmth even through it. The scent of Essosi flowers and oils, previously subtly wafting in the air, was even stronger now.
"Hmm... What was my king thinking about that was more interesting than Lord Willas’ report?" she grinned.
"Anything more interesting than a report from Lord Willas, who's trying to win our favor for his son's engagement to Visenya," Jon grumbled angrily. It was horrible to even think of imagining Visenya in Dany's place. Sold like a piece of meat on the market, like a broodmare, just to satisfy someone else's ambitions.
"I think you're being too hard on him, my love. Lord Willas is trying to thank us for saving him, that's all," Dany said, stroking him on the back soothingly. "Everyone knows that our children will only be betrothed to people they want to be betrothed to. But I like the dragon in you, guarding your family," she murmured. Somehow Jon felt even hotter than before. He'd always felt himself melting like a candle here, in the South, but now there was something different.
"Yes, I'll always protect her," Jon answered softly. "Our children will have a life that we haven't. A life where they lack for nothing."
Dany snuggled harder against him, rested her head on his shoulder, and took a deep breath. Jon kissed her softly on the top of her head. It was their oath. To always be together, no matter what, to love each other, to trust each other. They knew too well what it was to live alone, without love, without a mother who could caress, comfort, support, give advice, and they swore to give their children a better life than the one they had.
For a while they stood like that in each other's arms, but then Dany suddenly lifted her head and looked directly into his eyes. Now the look in her violet eyes wasn't just mischievous, there was a fire of lust blazing in it. Instantly Jon felt his pants getting tight, in addition to the heat demanding that he get rid of his doublet. Had Dany used one of those special Essosi scents she told him about that made men want their women more? Here, with a lot of other men there? Or was it a special composition affecting only him?
If it was true, Dany shouldn't have done it. She had driven him crazy before, without the help of Essosi scent masters. Now his naughty, lecherous wife needed to be punished. But if they did not stop devoting all their free time to the throne, he couldn't do it. This must be changed.
"So, you still want to know what I was thinking?" A carnivorous smirk appeared on Jon's face. "I was thinking that we should spend more time alone together. We have good Hands, and we can afford to let them rule while we regain our strength. Even a dragon needs rest." Jon's hands went down to Dany's buttocks, and then gently but firmly squeezed them, making her moan. "I want to fuck my wife hard. Screw the Throne or anything else that will get in my way!"
"So while we were discussing important things, your mind was ocupied with thoughts of fucking me? Is that all?" Dany snorted playfully. "What a horny husband I have! Maybe I should rename Maidenvault and change its purpose. There, I could keep my husband all day if he has too many dirty thoughts, and release him in the evening. I would call it Horny Jail. Yes, that's right!"
Jon smirked even wider, mimicking her and raising an eyebrow. "Is that so? What about the queen? Doesn't she have dirty thoughts? Or did I marry a septa?" Jon asked ironically. "But I don't mind the King and Queen being locked up in Horny Jail, it's fine by me. The Hands can do their duty, as long as the monarchs help each other to rid themselves of sinful thoughts through debauchery."
"Then you would be Aegon the Unworthy, but preferring only his wife," Dany mocked her king frankly.
"No, I'm Jaehaerys the Missing-His-Wife, or Jaehaerys the Hungry, right here and right now," Jon growled as he felt Dany's hand slip between them and stroke his hardening cock.
"Oh yes, I can feel how much Jaehaerys misses," she laughed.
Jon, unable to help himself, moved closer to her and crushed her luscious lips with his, their tongues dancing, wriggling together. He reached for the ties of her dress, but at the last moment she gently stopped him, causing a feeling of incomprehension and a little resentment, as if his favorite treat had been taken from him.
And Dany was indeed his favorite treat.
"You can take me right here, right now, but if you're more patient, there's a lot more waiting for you," Dany purred. "We both want more, don't we?” Jon felt he can be anything but patient, but he nodded and listened to his wife anyway. “Then we need to make sure Visenya sleeps soundly, and there's only one way to do that."
"Dragons," Jon whispered, a smile stretching on his face. Even after all this time, they still amazed him with their power, their ferocity, and yet their malleability if he or Dany were around. Visenya adored them all, both Ghost and the dragons, but she was already too big for Ghost to take her on rides like they used to do when she was younger, but the dragons were too big and benevolent enough to allow her to climb them up and down, which in the end would get her very tired and leads her into a deep slumber.
"Be sure to wait for me, my love," there was a playful threat in Dany's voice. "If you don't, I'll be... disappointed, and then I'll have to punish you."
"I'll wait," Jon swore. "Otherwise what did I come all this way for?"
“Hurry up, Muña!” Visenya called out for her while she ran through the Dragonpit’s gates.
“Careful dear! There are too many stones on the ground! You might stumble into one of them if you don’t look ahead of you!” Daenerys warned her daughter.
“I won’t! I’m moving like my aunt Arya taught me!” The girl exclaimed. “Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Quick as a snake.” Visenya repeated the words as if they were a mantra.
Dany rolled her eyes. If only you were as swift and quick on your birthday!
Dany remembered that night all too well, as if it was a sunset ago. In that night, she went through the most painful experience in her whole life. But it was also the night that she felt the greatest joy in her whole life. Holding her own child in her arms.
Looking at her daughter now, she couldn’t believe how fast she has grown. She feared that if she closed her eyes or looked away, the next time her eyes fell on her daughter she would already be a grown up woman.
Dany shook her head. Stop thinking so much ahead of you! She scolded herself.
The moment they reached the main open ereana in the Dragonpit, two of the dragons were already there.
Syrax’s yellow and green scales were shining in the bright late afternoon’s sun. The she-dragon -or so they believed this one to be- was nagging at a piece of charred bone with her black razor teeth. It seems as if she came back from a hunting trip recently.
The other dragon, Meleys, was busy soaing in the attention Visenya was giving her. The young dragon has a strong connection between her and Visenya. When Visenya is old enough to fly on her own on the back of a dragon, Dany was sure they will barely touch the land or be separated from each other.
“Muña! Can I ride on Meleys today?!”
“No little one. You are far too young for that.”
“But Muña! I will—”
“No, Visenya. When you are older you can do as you wish, the two of you. But until that time comes, you will be only flying with me or your Kepa,” Dany said firmly.
Her daughter scowled, she turned back to her dragon and mumbled something about ‘why she prefers her father more’ but Dany heard it anyway.
He spoils her and I get to be the bad parent when I do what is right and deny her something.
Daenerys raised her eyebrows in a questioning way, “Visenya, look at me.” Her daughter knew better than to disoppy her order. “Even your father wouldn’t have allowed you to be in the air alone,” she told her.
But Dany knew her daughter is nothing if not stubborn, so before she opened her mouth again Dany said, “Come on now, if you don’t hurry up, there will be no ride, on Drogon’s back or anyone else. I have a very important meeting that I must attend,” Dany lied, biting her lower lips. Practically, it wasn’t a lie, she has a meeting, but just with her and Jon in it.
That seemed to work, because the next moment, Visenya was standing right beside her. Dany smiled and called for Drogon through their connection and in seconds he was descending to land in front of them.
Dany walked forward first, she stroked his jaw and he nuzzled towards her touch, closing his eyes and purring loudly, nothing like the stealthy dragon everyone thought him to be.
He has significantly grown as well. Some more years and he might reach Balerion’s size, Dany thought. No matter how much they search and entrust maesters of the Citadel to look into and find the reason why her first three dragons were growing up so quickly compared to other dragons of old, they found nothing.
Dany still wondered about the reasons, but she was thankful for it anyway. The dragons were her children, the faster they grew the stronger they became, and the less they were in danger. And the stronger they were, the better she could protect her family.
That’s why she and Jon made the decision to be different from their ancestors. They will not cage any dragons. Dragons were born to soar the skies freely. And she will make sure it continues to be so even after she and Jon are gone.
Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor.
A dragon is not a slave.
“Rytsas ñuha valītsos. Gaomagon ao mind lo mazemā nyke se Visenya va iā adere kipagon?”
Drogon purred in an answer. “Great!”
Daenerys settled into her usual spot on Drogon’s back, and Visenya climbed after her, refusing any help and insisting on showing her how her Kepa taught her to climb on Rhaegal’s back.
She tightened her hold on the spikes and asked Visenya if she was ready, which was met by an eager nod from her daughter.
“Sōvegon!” Dany called out and Drogon spread his wings and sprang into the sky like a thunderbolt, scattering everything down from them and making a cloud of dust that covered the arena of the Dragonpit.
Visenya let out a scream of excitement, but Dany could feel her tightening her hold on the spikes before her.
Dany was sure that that will tire her small body’s muscles faster and serve her case on getting her daughter to sleep early.
Good.
“Gūrogon īlva naejot Zaldrīzesdōron hae adere hae kostā, Drōgon!”
Dany and Visenya headed for the Dragonpit, while Jon went to their chamber to prepare it for what was to come. It wasn't that Irri and Jhiqui weren't able to fetch a bath, light candles, or change sheets. Both women served Dany for too long and were well capable of getting their work done. It was about something big, white, and fluffy.
Ghost was a good boy, but he had one weakness. When Jon and Dany weren't in the sleeping room, he'd climb on the bed and claim it as his, escaping the heat. The maids couldn't control him - he was completely unresponsive to attempts of pushing him, pretending to be deeply asleep. He ignored shouts and other loud noises, too. Only when Jon or Dany appeared and ordered him away did he reluctantly give way. And so it was this time. Ghost stretched out on the huge bed and slept, completely oblivious to Jon, Irri, and Jhiqui.
"Ghost! Ghost!" Jon called to the direwolf, but he only responded by perking his ears and wiggling his tail lazely. "I know you heard me, don't try to pretend to be asleep."
Ghost stretched even harder, but didn't move. Jon went over to him and tried to shake him off, but it didn't work. He could not drag the huge, resisting carcass off the bed. So he decided on a trick.
"Bad, naughty wolf," said Jon. "And you know what Dany does with naughty bad wolves? She forbids them to give them treats from the kitchen, and she also forbids them to play with Visenya! And if you don't go, she will."
Ghost did not press his luck. He rose lazily on his paws, yawned widely, and bit his tongue, leaving the tip outside as if to tease Jon. Jon stuck his tongue out in response, and the maids giggled. Then the direwolf jumped off the bed and left, but not before giving Jon a nasty look.
Irri and Jhiqui were finally allowed to do their work. Several Unsullied brought a bath for Jon, which they then filled with hot water and pleasant-smelling herbs.
Having cleaned himself up, Jon waited impatiently for his wife, comfortably ensconced in bed. But minutes passed, hours passed, and Dany was still nowhere to be seen. Feeling a little tired after a long day, part of Jon told him that he can use a little nap, after all, he won't be useful in their night activities if he was half asleep. "What harm can a little nap cause anyway?" the voice in his head asked. And Jon had to agree, no harm can come of that, right?
He'd better wake up before Dany gets here, or he'll be punished. Knowing his wife, Jon was sure she would be hard on him, but then she would certainly have mercy.
Waking up was slow and very unusual in sensation.
The first thought that appeared in Jon's mind, still floating in sleep, was that he had broken his promise after all. He didn't know how long he actually slept, but he was sure it was much longer than he had intended, unacceptably long. The night they had planned to devote to lechery was now hopelessly ruined, and it was all his fault; he shouldn't have fallen into a deep sleep. Dany must have returned long ago, seen him asleep, and was very upset. He didn't want to upset the love of his life, he wanted to always see only a smile on her face and had made every effort to make it true, but now he had failed her. It made his heart squeeze.
Sighing frustratedly, Jon tried to move, to get his muscles toned, but he felt his arms stiffen. He couldn't remember ever waking up in such a strange posture - extending to his full height, arms thrown up. Usually, he woke up in Dany's arms, or hugged her himself, and it was his nightmare to wake up without Dany by his side. Of course, for his transgression, Dany might have turned her back to him and moved to the edge of the bed before she fell asleep, but they were out of control in their sleep, and then the dragon blood took over, forcing them to be as close as they could be. He could not feel her warmth beside him, however, and that was very strange and disturbing.
He couldn't feel Dany's warmth, but he could feel the warmth spilling over the bottom of his stomach. Suddenly he realized it was from someone playing with his cock, gently stroking it. Someone was positioned between his legs and trying to make him hard.
With no idea what was going on, Jon shuddered and tried to get up, but his hands were tied to the headboard of the bed, and someone below had his legs pressed against the bed, not giving him a chance to break free. Judging by the tenderness with which his attempt to leave was foiled, it was undoubtedly a woman. But what kind of woman was it? At first he was almost certain it was Dany, but then another, utterly insane thought popped into his head. What if some mad maid had decided to take advantage of his condition by finding a way into the chambers that bypassed the guards? Jon had seen the devouring glances of many women, and that was no surprise, for he was considered one of the most handsome men in Westeros, but so far no one had dared try to steal a dragon from another dragon. This thought disturbed Jon even more when he realized that he had been stripped not only of his freedom, but of some of his senses as well.
When he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything because they appeared to be blindfolded with a black silk ribbon. It covered everything so well that he had no chance of seeing anything, and it fit so tightly that he could not get rid of it by moving his head. Very convenient for someone who wished Jon didn't know who was trying to fuck him.
When Jon tried to listen to what was going on, he realized that all he could hear was his nervous breathing and the rumbling pounding of his heart. The soft earplugs didn't make him uncomfortable, but they silenced all the sounds outside. He would not hear the moans of the woman who had taken him captive, nor would he be able to recognize her by her voice.
"Who are you? Let me go now!" Jon said without hope of hearing an answer. He tugged his restraints, but they were still strong and bit into his skin, making him hiss with a little pain. The only thing he wanted was for this woman to stop, untie his arms, and leave. The woman stopped caressing his cock. He could imagine her giggling gloating at his predicament. The formidable king of Westeros, who had defeated the Others, was now nothing more than a helpless toy, completely at her mercy, and she would do to him what any woman who had ever seen him had dreamed of doing.
The woman did not even think of releasing him. Despite his protest, she took his cock into her mouth in one quick motion, and Jon could barely keep from groaning at the sensation of the searing warmth and the embrace of her lush lips. The woman was trying to break him at any cost, and he wasn't supposed to give in to her, wasn't supposed to enjoy what she was doing. If it had been Dany, then she would have stopped after the request, but the woman did not.
The woman was very skilled at what she was doing. She slid smoothly up and down his cock, her tongue knowing no rest, either exploring it lengthwise or curling around it. She paid special attention to the sensitive spot on his cockhead, as if she knew about it beforehand, and gave Jon great pleasure and made him tremble with his whole body. The woman was enjoying what was happening, too; he couldn't hear it, but he could feel her mouth vibrating as she moaned.
Jon still tried to resist, but even his willpower was not enough to withstand the onslaught of the woman's lust and the growing pleasure of his own in this position. Nevertheless, he made one last attempt to stop this madness.
"You are committing a crime against the king and the queen! If you do not let me go, you will be severely punished! I will call the guards!" Jon said threateningly, in the timid hope of scaring the stranger woman. Would he have been able to shout really? After all, she didn't want to take his life, she only wanted his cock. But he didn't want to fuck her, he didn't want to cheat on Dany.
Hearing Jon, the woman pulled away his cock from her mouth, but it didn't look like she was going to leave. He could feel her presence, her movements across the bed, as if she was looking for something on it or changing her position.
I shouldn't have threatened her, he thought. She was preparing something to punish him for his impertinence, and he had no choice but to submit to her will. His heart pounded faster with anticipation, the uncertainty of what was to come.
Suddenly the stranger woman laid on top of him, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, scratching it with her hard nipples, her long, thick hair fell down over his shoulders, and his throbbing cock touched her incredibly wet folds. Jon almost growled at the new sensations and instead sucked in air greedily. His nose was filled with the scent of Essosi oils and flowers, which... was very familiar to him! Did this crazy woman have the cheek to use Dany's oils?
The woman grabbed him by the chin and pressed, forcing him to open his mouth, and then with a quick movement she shoved some sort of cloth into it. With horror, Jon realized it was smallclothes, soaked wet with her juices. He wanted to spit it out, but the stranger woman wouldn't let him, wrapping another ribbon around his head, now it was a gag. Involuntarily he had to taste this woman, and when he did, his eyes opened wide under the blindfold. He knew that taste. He loved it. Ever since that night on the ship, he had always enjoyed it. It was Dany!
"Awy!" Jon mumbled, and Dany kissed the tip of his nose, as a sign that he had finally guessed whose plaything he had become for this night.
Jon wanted to laugh nervously, but the gag prevented him from doing so. He really upset Dany a lot, since she decided to do this to him. They used to try it all one at a time, either tying or blindfolding, but now she decided to use it all together, introducing something new as well. But it couldn't be a real punishment for him; he knew his wife too well to believe that she would limit herself to that. He had one guess about that. He loved hearing Dany moan, loved the way she begged him not to stop, the way she screamed his name when she cum. What if his punishment was that this time he couldn't hear her?
Dany was in no hurry to return to his cock. She ran a trail of gentle kisses from his neck to his chest, stopping at his scars. Jon remembered how horrified she'd been the first time she'd seen them, and since then, Dany had always covered them with kisses. He felt the careful touch of her lips on those places, as if she could heal them with that.
When she thought that was enough, she continued her leisurely way down his muscular torso and caressed his cock. There was no need to restrain himself now, and with the anticipation of incredible pleasure, Jon moaned through his gag. Dany must have heard his reaction, and he had no doubt that she enjoyed it.
Dany began licking his shaft from root to tip, her hand playing with his balls, massaging them. Then she took his cock in her mouth again, but this time she acted more aggressively. She pressed her lips together harder, slid around him faster and took in more. Sometimes she would leave just the tip in her mouth to tease him with her tongue, and then she would move down sharply, taking his entire length. It made Jon squeeze his fists so hard that his nails dug into his skin and a shiver ran down his back. He was sure he couldn't tell if it was her cunt or her mouth that tightened around his cock if he didn't know what she'd done before.
The tension in his groin was building very quickly, and an orgasm was imminent. Jon's breathing became loud and heavy, his abs tensed, and he was close to bursting, but at the last moment Dany stopped and let him out of her mouth. Jon thought that now she wanted to ride him, but she didn't. He mumbled pitifully, hoping to get Dany's attention, but she was adamant.
This was his punishment, Jon thought frustratedly. Dany would only let him cum when she wants. He regretted falling asleep at the wrong moment again.
Dany went up to him again, but this time to remove the gag. Jon sighed greedily when his mouth was free.
"Dany, please! Please let me cum!" Jon pleaded, but he couldn't hear an answer, if she answered anything at all. He could imagine her triumph look when she heard this.
Dany gently ran her hand over his cheek as if soothing, reassuring him that he would get what he wanted, and Jon smiled relaxed. Then she brought her fingers to his mouth, moistened with her essence, and ran them over his lips. He greedily pounced on them and began to suck on them, enjoying the taste of her. He reached forward with his head, unable to wait too long for each new taste.
But that wasn't enough for either of them. Dany moved higher and settled on his face, letting him eat her dripping cunt. Jon laughed mentally, remembering how Dany had said that his tongue was his second most valuable treasure after his cock. He had proven his prowess back on the first night on the boat, and there hadn't been a night since when Dany hadn't cum from his skilled tongue. He was determined to make her cum now, then she could spare him and let him cum, too. At least, he really hoped so.
His tongue swirled around, caressing her wet folds, and sometimes he pushed it as deep inside as he could, then quickly in and out, fucking her, making her cunt clench around him. Dany ran her hands through his curls and pressed his head as close as she could, moving back and forth, trying to get more pleasure. A wisp of her soft hair tickled Jon's nose.
They knew each other's bodies well. Dany's body was trembling hard enough for Jon to feel it, his face and beard were already very wet from her juices, and he knew that Dany was close to cumming. He concentrated on her sensitive nub, sucking on it, and soon he felt Dany squirt on him. He so much wanted to hear her scream his name, but he couldn't.
Jon could feel Dany's frequent and heavy breathing as she experienced her orgasm. Her legs weakened and she collapsed helplessly onto his face, leaving only a little room for him to breathe in the air mixed with her maddening scent. Then Dany impatiently slid down and captured his lips in a demanding kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. Her hands were still trembling from her orgasm when she pulled all the ribbons off him and then finally released his hands from those terrible ropes that had been embedded in them.
Jon straightened from his earlier sleeping position, rubbing his sore wrists with his hands. The robs certainly left marks, he just hoped it won’t affect his daily swordplay training.
“Who taught you to tie the ropes like that?!” Jon asked his wife, trying to test the flexibility and rotation of his wrists.
Daenerys chuckled at first, then winced when she saw his scowling face. At least, she has the dignity to feel sorry when she looked at red angry marks. “It was Davos who taught me how to knot ropes when we were on one of our voyages,” she truly answered, it’s not as if she can lie to him and say a septa taught her that.
He stopped moving his hands and turned to look at her judgingly, “Fuck Dany! You used a sailor’s knot on my hands! Do you know how tight these can be?!”
She smiled nervously at him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to knot it so tight,” she apologized, although he was not sure if she was sincere in her words, she enjoyed what she did, very much so that it was hard for him to believe that she regrets any part of it.
But if he was honest with himself, it was partly his fault. If he had not struggled so much to break free at the beginning, his wrists would not have gotten so hurt. But then again how could he have known it was not someone else taking advantage of him while tying, blindfolding, gagging his mouth and plugging his ears?
He can forget and forgive that anyway. What he could not forget and was not about to forgive was the fact that she used him for her pleasure while bringing him to the brink of his orgasm and then withdrawing before he reached it, over and over again.
He was not going to make that pass without a proper punishment.
Without warning, Jon twirled on the disheveled mattress, grabbed her hands and held them above her head. Dany gasped in surprise as she was made to lay back on the bed.
Jon hovered over her, whispering in her ears, his breath caressed her skin, sending a shiver down her spin and to her cunt, stirring her core yet again. “Did you really think that I would let you get away with your deeds without punishing you?” Jon asked, but when Dany tried to answer he silenced her with a messy kiss to her plump lips.
He pulled back a little,“Oh sweet Daenerys, such a silly queen that I have.”
There was a dark glint in his that caused Dany to gulp, she knew it too well, it’s the same look of hunger that appears on her husband’s face whenever he is up to something. She felt her stomach knot in nervousness, excitement and with a little bit of fear. Not fear that she will get hurt, she knew in her heart that Jon would never hurt her.
However, she knew he can be cruel when he takes the rains. He would deny her and himself for so long that she sometimes thinks she will pass out before he decides to have mercy on them both.
“Silly,” he repeated, “and naughty,” he said, voice dropping low, like a wolf growling under his breath. He knew it drives her mad when he speaks in such a manner. Daenerys whined, feeling a pool or liquor between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to make friction and relieve the ache in her core.
It seems like the move drew Jon’t attention, because the next she knew, he planted his knees between hers, forcing her legs apart and holding them away from each other. He leaned down, kissing the pulse point under her ears and licking the skin there.
“You do not cum until I allow you so.”
That was the last thing he said before he reached with his free hand to something on the bedside, after fambling for a few seconds he seemed to find what he was looking for and when Dany saw what it was she smiled inwardly.
I wake the dragon, she thought.
“What are you going to do with this belt?” She asked, playing along and faking being afraid.
A smirk broke on his face before he answered in a husky voice, “What you did to me, my naughty queen.”
He brought the belt and tied her hands to the bed's headboard. The tie was tight, but she had to admit that his tie was better than hers.He also did it in a way that allowed her hands to get around the belt, so it was more flexible and it didn’t hurt her wrists.
How considerate he is, even at the moment, he's careful not to hurt her.
“Now I would have liked to repay you with your own coin for gagging me, if only I didn’t like the sweet sounds you make when I fuck you so much,” he said before he grapped the hem of her nightgown and tagged at it, ribbing it and exposing her to his hugery eyes.
Dany shrieked, she looked at him, feigning being angry, “Jon! This was my favorite nightgown! And do you know how many gowns you have ruined for me since summer started?!”
“Hmm,” he looked up at the ceiling, as if giving himself a moment to think of her question before he replied, “I don’t know. And I could have swore that you said the previous one was your favorite,” he raised an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, it was my favorite one, until you ripped it . And–”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence when he put his hand over her mouth. “You talk too much tonight,” she can tell that he didn’t like that. “And as for your nightgowns, I can bring you more than the ones that I ripped and then ruin them too. I’m the king after all. I can do as I like,” he said smugly, and she thought he was being ridiculous, it didn’t suit him.
“Now be a good queen, and let me hear your moans instead of your complaints,” he said before he pent down and took a pert nipple between his lips.
Unbidden, a moan left Daenerys’s mouth. That seemed to sprang him farther, his treatment of her breasts getting rougher, more urgent. Jon gave her nipple a light bite and soothed it with a lick of his tongue. He moved to its other twin, giving it the same treatment.
He drew away from her breasts, leaving her nipple with a pop sound, by that time she was already writhing and out of breath. He gave her a smile when he looked at her state before he drove down between her legs.
Dany cried out when she felt his tongue on her slit, he traced her nether lips with the pad of his fingers, parting it for his hungry mouth. He lapped at the hard nub over cunt, drawing circles around it, and his hand reached up and pinched a pebbled peak between two fingers.
Dany couldn’t stop the sounds she was making even if she wanted to, she moaned and whimpered at every flick of his tongue. In no time, she was on the brink of a new orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her.
“Jon! Please Jon!” She begged him.
“No,” was all he said.
He broke away from her slit, tracing a line to her hip and nibbling at the hip bone, and drawing it taut before he returned to devouring her, bringing her closer and closer to her release.
"So sweet, Dany!” He growled, not stopping his assault on her
He lapped at her gushing juices like a starving man, as if she was the first meal he had in days, and it took her all her restraint to stop herself from disobeying him and surrendering to her pleasures.
The swirl of his tongue and feel of his lips drove her crazy, but suddenly he inserted two digits inside her cunt, making her cry out again, this time she was certain even the guards at the hall entrance could hear her. But she didn’t care, it was too much, she tried to tag the belt to free herself and push him away, but the belt would not give away, so she tried to close her thighs, her way of telling him she can not take any more.
Jon did not seem to care, he clutched her hips in her hands and prayed her open for him again. He leaned back a little, nuzzling his nose to her over sensitive clit, huffing a hot breath against it.
“Too much Dany?”
She whined in answer, nodding her head.
“Just a little more,” he told her.
“Please Jon! I can not take anymore!” She whimpered.
He let out a chuckle. “You can, Daenerys. Or I will have to give you an even harder punishment.”
Dany closed her eyes, trying to prepare herself for what was coming.
Without any warning, Dany found herself flipped on her stomach and before she could grasp what happened she felt a stinging pain down her back. She turned her head to look at Jon behind her in time for her to see the second slap coming on her ass.
“Up. On your hands and knees!” Jon ordered her.
She moved to comply but not before Jon delivered a third smack to her bottom.
Jon moved his hand beneath the fabric of her nightgown, feeling the warm skin of her back and following the line of her spine until he reached the nape of her neck.
Her skin prickled at his touch sending a warm sensation straight to her core, and more juice poured from inside her, she was sure if she looked down she would find the sheet stained with her wetness.
“My dirty, naughty queen,” Jon rasped. “Filling her head with dirty thoughts while she is in a meeting with the lords of the realm,” he breathed against the shell of her ear.
She could feel his hardened shaft on her lower back. “I’m tempted to keep you hanging on the cliff for more time,” he whispered, moving his hands slowly down her back again.
He cupped one meaty cheek with his right hand. “If only I did not need to be buried inside your little cunt.” His hands kept moving, until he reached her cunt. He played with the mess she– HE made of her, spreading the witness in circles.
“And it’s all your fault!” He growled, one hand fell hard on her left cheek causing her to whine at the pain mixed with pleasure. He lifted his hand and landed another stinging strike on her red cheek, and drew a finger from her cunt, easing it into her puckered hole. A high pitched sound slipped from her mouth, the act was so sudden and unexpected.
“Jon,” Daenerys keened.
“You drove me crazy with your games Dany,” he said while pumping the finger in and out. “You need a proper punishment for that. But I will save that for later.”
Dany was barely able to speak, her mind so lost in seas of pleasure and focused on restraining herself to prevent her impending release. It was a task that she started to think would be impossible.
He pulled his finger out from her buttocks, and inserted it back in her slit, moaning at the feel of her silky and hot depth.
He coated his cock with her juices, she was plenty wet for him, but he wanted to make sure everything will go smoothly, that he would not hurt her.
“Are you ready for me, Dany?”
She moaned in answer, not trusting her words. That earned her another spank. She whimpered.
“Answer me. Let me hear you,” he ordered.
“Yes, Jon. I’m ready for you. Please, fuck me!”
He spanked her again. “I can’t hear you!”
“PLEASE JON! Fuck me! I need you so much! Please let me cum!” She begged him. Daenerys Targaryen never begged for anything, except in their bedroom.
“As my queen commands!” He said, shoving his hard cock in her hot core, causing her to cry out while he let a maon at the feel of her hot and tight cunt.
“Fuck Dany! So hot and wet for me!” He grunted.
He was so huge, and even after all his foreplay, she needed a few seconds to adjust to his size. Thankfully, Jon allowed her that much, before he started poundeding his shaft into her cunt. Dany was not sure how much her hands would support her, she felt they would give out at any moment.
“Cum for me, Dany! Cum for me!”
Dany closed her eyes. It took only one thrust after he said those words, and Dany felt earth spinning around her, her breath hitched in her throat, a white light flashing behind her eyes, before everything came crashing down on her.
She had never come so hard, wave after wave, it felt as if it would last forever, before she started coming down from her height.
Her hands finally gave out from under her as her face fell on the mattress, her breath coming fast and shallow.
“Fuck Dany! The whole Red Keep could have heard that! You could have woken Visenya!” Jon said, pounding into her with even faster pace, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust.
She did not know what he was talking about, she did not hear anything herself, and her mind was not yet ready to think about the consequences of the sounds they make when they are fucking.
Jon could feel that he was close to his climax, but he would not go without taking Dany with him for another time. His hand sneaked around their bodies, finding the hard nub above her cunt, drawing some of her juice over it and flicking with his thumb on it.
Dany felt the tightness building inside her again, but it couldn't be, she already came three times this night and she was barely clinging to her consciousness, there is no way her body can take another one.
“Jon,” she panted and writhed, trying to break free from his hold, but there was nowhere she could go with her wrists tied in that damned belt. “Jon,” she repeated, “I don’t think— I can tak— take it anymore… it’s too much!”
“You can!” He replied to her. “I know you have it inside you! You can cum one more time, for me Daenerys!”
He slowed down for a moment, crawled on his knees and urged her to move a little forward, his other hand found its way to her breasts, playing with her erect nipples and drawing her to himself so their bodies were flush against each other.
He rhythmically thrusts, returning to his earlier punishing pace, smacking against her ass with every thrust, and making her moans and whimpers louder and louder.
“You will wake Visenya!” Jon groaned, but she couldn't do anything about that, it was out of her hands, the sounds now slipped involuntary from her mouth. She couldn't control her body.
To her shock, Jon clamped his hand on her mouth, causing her moans to come out muffled and stirring a new feeling inside her, she felt her inner muscles concreting around his cock, making him grunt and groan.
“Jon! Jon! JON!” She screamed his name over and over again, like he was the only thread that keeps her mind from losing sanity.
Dany felt the knot in her gut, the familiar tightness in her core before everything broke around her and darkness swallowed her.
Dany felt the heart beating under her ears. It was something she was accustomed to, something that brought her a strange sense of comfort and reassurance. Reassurance that everything was alright. It never failed to put her at ease and bring her peace.
She opened her eyes slowly, her vision was a little foggy, and there was a weird feel of wetness on her lashes, as if she was crying?
Her eyelids sprang open and she looked at the ceiling above her, sure enough it was the ceiling of her room. She turned her head to her right and there was her husband.
“Welcome back, love.” Jon said while keeping his eyes closed, a smug smile stretching on his lips, and suddenly all memories of what they had done that night came rushing inside her mind.
Did I..?
She knew the answer, the smirk on Jon’s face was confirmation enough, but she wanted to make sure of that.
“Did I black out?” She simply asked.
The chuckle Jon was trying to hold back and failing was the answer she needed.
Oh Gods!
Jon shrugged. “ What can I say? I have a very naughty queen that enjoys her punishment so much to pass out.”
He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, taking a strand of platinum hair and talking it behind her ear.
“Ha Ha,” Dany rolled her eyes, “Very funny, Jon Snow! That’s all your influence on me. I’m but a little naive and innocent girl that the King of the Seven Kingdoms keeps corrupting,” she batted her eyes at him.
Jon snortet in answer and she smacked his shoulder playfully, then groaned from the effort and settled her head back on Jon’s chest. She was totally spent. He really consumed every ounce of power in her body.
All because I tied him to the bed and stopped him from moving. Maybe I should start doing that every now and then. Dany mused to herself.
Unbidden, a smile drew itself on her face.
Jon tucked her more into him, and as if he had read her thoughts he said; “Sleep well, my naughty queen.”
Dany didn’t fail to notice the extra emphasis he put on the word, but she didn’t find the power to fight him. She molded herself to his warm body, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.