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When Jhogo sees her first, he is expectedly intrigued.

She is probably the most beautiful little thing he’s ever seen; with her strange purple eyes that seemed too big for her soft face and her silver hair that looked as if the moon had taken residence in it (it glittered like daylight under the noon sun, he noted).

The Khal aptly calls her moon of his life.

She’s small and slim, the outline of her breasts, revealed by her sheer plum dress, barely the size of apples (he watches a bead of sweat as it trails from the line of her fragile throat, past her beating pulse, to curve around a protruding collarbone until it dripped between her breasts and vanished).

No, her unfamiliar beauty was certainly awe-striking, his fellow ko’s constantly attested to it and he could see it in the eyes of the Khal, Drogo, as he beheld her. He was pleased with the beauty he had battered his horde for; she was worth suffering the annoyance that was her brother. Viserys Targaryen seats lounged with the fat merchant that accompanied him. A permanent sneer marring what could’ve been a handsome face. Most of the sneers were directed at his sister who looked on the verge of tears.

She was smiling of course, her brother made sure of that if the bruises around her arms were any indication. Jhogo didn’t like it. Not the faux smile that ruined her perfect face, not her sniveling brother who looked at her with such distaste, not the wedding, not the Khal and guests who carried on like nothing was amiss.

But no one cared for his wants and this had always been the way of the Dothraki. He should be honored with having been hand-picked by the Khal himself, even if he was to be his Khaleesi’s blood rider instead.

The wedding ceremony passes in a blur, and the Khal stands to lead his new bride away. Daenerys (Jhogo likes the way the strange syllables test his tongue), gets up with only a bit of imperceptible shaking. She’s frightened but refuses to let it overcome her. The Khal wraps his beefy arms around her tiny waist, lifts her as if she were a child (she was) and seats her on the silver mare.

Jhogo is holding the reins and as he passes it to her, she gifts him the first glance of the day. And Jhogo’s breath hitches.

Her amethyst eyes are too sharp, too watery, and too red; and the twinkle in them are gone. Her lips are bitten and bruised and there are tears where a flush of innocence should be, gleaming of pale skin. Beautiful even in her unhappiness, he muses.

As she grabs the reins, her fingers brush against his minutely—truly not even a quarter of a second in length— but he feels it in his bones regardless, like a phantom that has gripped his chest.

He pauses there, struck dumb and doesn’t notice that she’s already moving away.

It’s twelve paces away (he is counting) until she turns slightly and looks over her shoulder at him. Jhogo doesn’t understand why she did, but he notices; the tears have left her eyes.

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Life has been long and grey for Jhogo.

Filled with expectations and failing to meet them. there are flickers, small flashes of light that bring color to the world: the hot earth beneath him, the sun beating on his oil slicked arms as he races on steeds with his brothers.

But these are only flickers: few and far between battle and the exhaustion of service.

His new Khaleesi doesn't notice him much, and he doesn't really mind, because she's brought color to his world again that he never thought to ask for and he is grateful. She’s a sweet and quiet thing, a petite mouse hiding in the grass sea, and he leaves her there in his memory.

Jhogo realizes soon enough though, that she isn’t without fire. Her fire is tempered by her gentleness and dimpled smiles but it is fire nonetheless.

She makes him love his blood bound service. He loves protecting her from her volatile brother (wishes he could do the same against her husband that makes her sniffle into the night). Adores how she focuses her gaze on him each time and grips his arm in a way that shoots bolts up his spine. Loves her sigh of relief and her steadily growing dependence on his protection.

Now, If only the Andal got out of the way. Jorah Mormont was all hair in all places but where it mattered. Jhogo amusedly compared his thick dark braid where two bells hung to the Andals patchy baldness. He wondered how his Khaleesi wasn’t repulsed by such ugliness. It must’ve been that kindness in her, he figured.

Nevertheless, Jhogo was not fond of the way the Andal was trying to replace him as her guardian. He had betrayed his actual hire, Viserys, for Daenerys. However deserved, Jhogo despised oath-breakers and Jorah Mormont smelled like he broke more than a few.

And what truly infuriated him, what made him clench his fists and curl his lips into a sneer—the Andal wanted Daenerys.

Just like him.

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When Jhogo is certain she cannot awe him anymore, she steps into the blazing pyre the dead Khal, her baby and the treacherous Maegi burned under, and comes out unburnt.

She doesn’t come empty handed. Three scaly snakelike things in varying colors of red, white and green wrap around her body, one suckling from her breast. He catches the Andal whisper “dragons” under his breath.   

Jhogo was the first to lay his arakh at her feet. “Blood of my blood,” he murmured, pushing his face to the smoking earth.

It only took that moment, even if her eyes missed him and failed to distinguish him from the rest of the world to know that she might stand still and world could and would revolve around her, and his place was with her, winning and reveling in such godlike divinity.

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The first time he notices his little Khaleesi’s interest in him is in the bustling marketplace of Qarth.

“What are they looking at?” Daenerys had curiously asked.

Jhogo rode back to her. “A firemage, Khaleesi.”

“I want to see,” she requested in eagerness, adorable in her excitement.

“Then you must.” Jhogo offered a hand down. When she took it, he pulled her up onto his horse and sat her in front of him, where she could see over the heads of the crowd.

He clenches his jaw painfully to stifle a groan. She fit so well against him just like he’d imagined. He had been hard all day ever since his Khaleesi had donned that decadent Qartheen gown. Baring a pink-tipped teat that he imagined would fit perfectly in his palm (and his mouth).

Now she sat perched in his lap, right against his hardness, and instead of the relief he’d expected, his cock ached even more. He was under no illusion that she could probably feel him, and her own soft gasp was the confirmation.

Jhogo slid one hand about her waist and leaned close. ”The Milk Men shun him. Khaleesi, do you see the girl in the felt hat? There, behind the fat priest. She is a—”

“—cutpurse,” finished Dany, slightly breathless. Jhogo glanced down at her and noticed the red covering her ears and the cheek angled at him. He’s gripped with the sudden desire to kiss it. To trace the red all way down her bared breast, to find where it ends and lick back to its source.

Jhogo’s grip on her waist tightens and she gasps again, wriggling in his lap. Daenerys turns a bit to meet his eyes, hooded purple against burning onyx.

He is just about to give in to his carnal curiosity, right there atop that horse (the Dothraki take each other under the stars after all) until they are interrupted by a spawn wrapped in shadows.

Jhogo could almost huff.

soon, he assured himself.

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When they make it back to the estate of the ridiculous looking man called Xaro, he escorts his Khaleesi to her rooms— bidding Aggo and Rakharo leave to scout and guard.

As he walks behind her, he observes the sway of her hips.She stops before a door and enters. Jhogo pauses, unsure (waiting).

She does not close it behind her, and after a few beats Jhogo approaches.

She’s standing before her bed, in the process of undressing as if he isn’t there. As she lowers the only strap of the dress down, Jhogo jingles the bells in his braid to alert her of his presence—incase she had been unaware.

She is unmoved and now her dress is past her knees, revealing a round sun-tanned arse for his viewing. His Khaleesi steps out of it and turns to face him, walking.

Although, this isn’t the first time Jhogo has her seen her in all her naked glory, he still feels himself close to bursting nonetheless. The red waste had stripped all the flesh pregnancy had gifted his Khaleesi, but she was still sinfully beautiful. Her pretty teats bounced slightly with every step making  his cock twitch.

Her small waist flared to generous hips where it connected to delicate toned thighs (the result of relentless riding, he surmised). He directs his gaze lower and only catches a glimpse of silver curls before she is upon him.

Daenerys stares up at him with her pupils blown black and a blush on her bashful face. She opens her mouth as if to speak but nothing comes out.

Jhogo understands regardless. He gingerly embraces her, hand cupping her chin, eyes boring into her own and whispers to her pouted wet lips,

“Khaleesi?”

She nods and as if that wasn’t enough breathes, “Yes. please .”

That’s all he needs. He carries her to the bed where he promptly releases her. She flops a few times before he’s on her.

He presses a teasing kiss to the corner of her pouted mouth, Daenerys— no dany— whines in frustration. Jhogo brushes her short hair away from her beautiful throat and presses his mouth to the hollow of it. Her skin is soft and warm and he kisses her demandingly, possessively.

Dany whimpers and he traces his lips to an ear lobe and bites, making her cry.

“Please, blood of my blood. Do not tease me,” she begs.

Jhogo smiles into her skin. She’s just the cutest little thing. The Dothraki weren’t known for being gentle, and with her own experience, Jhogo endevoured to be as patient and tender as possible. Even if it tortured him. 

“Slow, Khaleesi. I’ll give you what you need.”

He kissed her collarbone and inched towards her breasts. With a kiss to her sternum, Jhogo dived in. His lips wrapped perfectly around a nipple, tongue lapping and swirling until they were tight, red and hard for him. Dany screamed, sinking her fingers into his hair and pulling. He groaned, thrusting his aching cock against the bed for some relief.

She whimpered, begged and whined as he kissed and teased the swollen peaks. Alternating between left and right, squeezing an unattended mound each time. Suckling on her the way a child does its mother. Her breasts still hung slightly with the mother’s milk and Jhogo coaxed it out of her as he slurped.

She tasted like citrus and spice, Jhogo didn’t think he’d ever get enough. He felt absolutely gluttonous.

He bit teasingly on a swollen nipple and she cried louder. No doubt everyone could hear them but Jhogo could not be pressed to care. Better for him if the Andal heard.

Jhogo unlatches her nipple with a pop, and starts his descent down her torso, licking all the way to her silvery curls. This seems to jolt Dany from her pleasure-filled stupor and she glances down at him in confusion.

“What-,”

She tries to snap her legs shut, embarrassed now that Jhogo’s face was right in front of her soaked opening, but he stops her in protest.

He watches the wetness that seeps from her slit. She is pretty and pink and wet. He wants to ruin her.

Using his hands to pry her thighs apart even more, he tells her soothingly. “Don’t. you have the prettiest cunt. let me see, Khaleesi.”

She’s still embarrassed, looking down at him with amethyst gems unfocused and bleary with lust. She bites her lip and relaxes her spread legs. Jhogo smiles assuredly and leans closer to blow puff of air on her nub. Dany jolts and thrust her hips. So sensitive, he groans.

“What are you doing?” she demands, bewildered and breathless.

Jhogo doesn’t budge and stares up at her from below, entranced by her heaving breasts.

“I want to taste you,” he replies simply, “Lick you clean, and make another mess until you’re ready you for my cock.”

That brought a deeper blush to her cheeks yet Dany conceded.

“Watch, Khaleesi.”

Jhogo urges her onto her elbows so she can see him devour her. He has never tried this act before, infact he’d only recently caught sight of it in one of the Qartheen brothels he’d fetched Jorah Mormont from. Of course, his khaleesi wasn’t aware her “bear” frequented such establishments, looking for silver haired young girls; and Jhogo in his rush to service her, had forgotten to tell her.

Now she was looking at him breathing on her cunt with the most singular focus she’d ever offered him. He would not disappoint.

His tongue licks the inside of her thigh where it met her sex, teasing, and her breath hitches. Finally, Jhogo’s mouth met her slick slit and the girlish squeal that left her was sure to have alerted the whole household. He draped her legs over his shoulders and pressed down onto her inner thighs to keep them apart as he feasted.

If her skin had tasted like heaven, her cunt took him there. All honey and musk, her arousal melting on his tongue  so sweetly and he groaned approvingly.

Dany was truly crying now, mewling and jolting and whining as he flicked her nub. Sucking on it with a slurp and then soothing it with a kiss.  She gripped his shoulder as if to resist but still dany’s eyes did not leave her bloodriders, watching his ministrations with teary and hooded eyes.

“How. Is. It. Khaleesi?” saying each word with a tap of his tongue on her clit.

Dany can only answer with a low moan. Jhogo held her gaze as his tongue circled her nub and he sucked it out of its hood. Nibbling on it slightly as dany sobbed until she slumps flat on her back, writhing.

“Oh, Jhogo ,” she whines, thrusting herself on his tongue, on his nose. “s—so good.”

“This is best dish I’ve ever had, Khaleesi, how will I dine ever again. I will need your sweet little cunt to sate my hunger,” he purrs heatedly against her before pulling her clit into his mouth.

“ Please, please, please, please-“

Her toes clench as her thighs shake when she climaxes, and Jhogo diligently laps after her. She screams when he inserts a thick finger while she’s still peaking. Pistoning and splicing, enjoying playing with her so filthily, until she shudders and snaps her legs shut, moving away from him. Overstimulated and aftershocks running up her body as she whimpers.

Jhogo kisses her ankle affectionately. Pulling his fingers free with a squelch and sucking them into his mouth as he rises.

“Are you tired khaleesi? We may stop.” He soothes, even as his bulge strains painfully against his leathers.

Dany takes a few moments to recover before she goes flat on her back and beckons for him.

“No, gods no. I want you inside me, Jhogo. Please.” Jhogo, just the way she says his name and begs for him to fuck her could’ve made him shoot right then.

Jhogo quickly loosens his leathers, tossing aside his vest. He pushes his leathers down and his cock springs against his stomach, angry and inflamed, cockhead leaking.

He smiles smugly as Dany watches in awe. He wasn’t as tall as Rakharo nor as muscular as Aggo but he made up for it with his lean rippling muscles and sizeable cock.

He leans towards her, perching a thigh between her legs, for a kiss. She grasps his braid and untangles the long knot as she opens her mouth for him.

Jhogo cradles her throat in a gentle grip as he presses his mouth to hers. At first chaste and curious, his nose bumping into hers as he angles his face to take more sips from her mouth. Now, he kisses her with such desperation and possessiveness that it almost hurts. Sucking her swollen bottom lip into his mouth before nibbling it. Dany gasps and he thrusts his tongue into the cavern of her mouth.

Licking the roof before he tangles with her own. Giving her tongue one last suck, Jhogo backs away, a string of saliva connecting their mouths as they catch their breaths.

While she is demure in the presence of others, dolled up in her queenly attire and commanding; she is different here.

His little khaleesi looks divine with her silver hair fanned around her as her breasts heaves. Pretty face flushed, lips red and swollen from his attention and numerous love marks marring her skin.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Khaleesi,” he says against her ear. He positions his cock against her slit and taps, loving the wet squelches it makes.

Dany whines, “Please. Stop making me beg. Do it .”

Jhogo grins down at her deviously, “Do what?”

Dany glares at him as she flushes. Attempting to sink her fingers into his hair but he evades. She soon relents and gazes at him with beautiful, beseeching eyes.

“F-fuck me.” Jhogo mentally applauds himself for being the one to coax a curse out of his regal queen.

“I live to serve, my Khaleesi.”

He thrusts himself inside of her in one hard stroke. They moan in unison, her tight wet heat gripping him so perfectly he feared he’d come. He stays still for a moment, helping her adjust to his size. Dany whimpers and he kisses her eyelids, nose and the corner of her mouth to soothe her.

“Shhh, you can take it, Khaleesi. You can do anything,” He praises.

Jhogo is almost undone himself, she’s even tighter than he imagined. When Dany relaxes and whines for more, he takes that as his signal.

Grinding his teeth and sucking in a breath before beginning a hard and deep rhythm, stroking the lengths of her hot walls; concentrating on her pleasure.

Brushing his lips against her wet mouth, he kisses her passionately as he fucks her. Their breaths and tongues mingling, and her mewls are music to his ears as she archs her back, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

With every hard thrust, she moves up the bed, pretty breasts jiggling. Jhogo grasps her legs and pushes them towards her chest, nearly folding her in half as he fucks her.

The sounds of their love making fills the room filthily, wet squelches and slaps of skin against skin. Jhogo is driven half wild.

“So perfect, so pretty. All mine,” he purrs, “Just like i’m all yours, Khaleesi,”

Dany sobs and her cunt gushes as she tightens on his cock as he stretches her. She opens her eyes and gazes at him with such adoration, Jhogo is almost struck motionless.

“Dany. Call me dany, please. I am yours.”

Jhogo groans and lunges for her mouth. “ Dany ,” He whispers between kisses.

Jhogo wants to take her from behind, but is afraid of scaring her. He does not want to marr their love making with past haunts. So he shifts her legs to settle on his shoulders as he pistons, hips snapping in a blur.

“ O-ohhhhh ,” Dany keens.

He holds her by her plump arse, lifting her torso slightly off the bed as he grabs her cheeks. He swats at one and Dany makes a desperate noise. Her arms lift to shield her face as she mewls and howls.

“You are so loud, Dany. What if your “bear” hears?” Jhogo teases mockingly.

“I don’t care,” she mummers lowly, bashful. Jhogo seizes her arms away from her face.

“Look at me,” he demands, “Watch as i take you. So there isn’t ever a doubt that it’s me, Jhogo, the blood of your blood. Not the Andal, not these Qartheen. Not any of the insects who lust after you. Me .”

He punctuates that last word with a rough thrust. Dany holds his gaze as she submits, toes curling as he grips her throat slightly. She is about to peak and he can feel it with the clenching of her cunt. She’s made a mess all over herself and him, arousal damping the bed below them. Jhogo groans and feels himself about to burst.

He licks his thumb and presses the pad of it to her nub. Rubbing in quick, tight circles as she shrieks and convulses.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-“ she sings as she explodes, wetness streaming.

And with an animalistic howl, Jhogo follows her. Grasping her thighs open as his seed spurts into her. Plugging her full.

He takes a lungful of breaths, feeling himself throb inside her still. He brushes strands of her disheveled silver locks away from her face. 

“Do not play with my heart, Khaleesi,” he breathes into her lips, every word laced with the burden of his love. “I’ve loved you longer than I have known you.”

Dany is still trembling from the aftermath of her release, but she manages to widen hazy eyes and lifts a hand to cradle his face. Jhogo kisses the palm of it as a tear slides down his cheek, unbidden.

“This may be nothing to you when the sun climbs the sky, but I will forever remain trapped in this moment,” he admits in earnest.

Just the mere thought of this having been nothing but a tryst, of them going back to their roles of Ko and Queen— as if nothing happened. As if he hadn’t had her.

It’s suddenly too difficult to breathe.

“i love you.”

Dany murmurs as she leans up and kisses his wet cheeks as if he’s the only one she could ever want. “I may not have loved you for as long, nor as you deserve, but I love you regardless. As sure as dawn and the beating of my heart for as long as I live.”

She holds his face as they gaze into each others eyes and he can suddenly breathe her in the ebbing silence like he never has before, can see the break in her armor as their desperate battle ends just as capriciously as it began - her eyes flutter and he can see the individual lashes as she smiles.

“I love you .”

Jhogo showers her neck and face in kisses instead of replying. Slipping his cock from her puffy cunt and watches as his seed leaks. I want to give her another baby, he thinks. He slips between her thighs, pressing a soothing kiss to her sore flesh and falls deeper in love with her.

His heart is hard to translate, so he hopes his actions will suffice.

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"Jhogo." 

Dany says with a smile, dimples dancing, chest heaving as she perches upon her silver mare."I crept up on you, did I not?"

She’s sweet. Daenerys Targaryen is sweet and beautiful and basking in her victory as Rakharo trails behind her, defeated. 

She’s of an age with him and a good girl, the perfect Queen (even when she’s messy and disheveled under him; especially under him).

They’d set out that evening for a quick scouting mission around Astapor which quickly dwindled into a race between his competitive love and Ko.

His Khaleesi is dismounting her steed, caressing the mane of the mare she named ‘Silver’ and exhaling a breath as if she's summoning a tempest that Jhogo has to walk through, and he does, armed with a crooked grin. 

“You rode like a true Khaleesi, blood of my blood,” He praised.

"Jhogo," Dany says again, looking up, her voice quiet and tender. She walks forward and reaches for the wide straw hat on his head, places it on herself, and rests it on a slant. The tips of her ears poke through the thicket of glossy moonlit hair, and she smiles at him, sweet as honey. 

(He had memorised the way she laughed against his skin, the smiles she pressed into his collarbone.)

"Thank you. Although it’s Silver who deserves the praise in my stead. As fast as the wind, this one.”

"Even the best steeds may be as slow as a tortoise without an able rider. And you are beyond able, Khaleesi," He says, returning the smile with full brightness, fully intending on the suggestiveness of that comment.

Jhogo had always been a boy that was quick to laugh. He’s got a multitude of smiles: easy smiles, charming smiles, smiles that work best flecked with blood and bright white teeth. But his best smile, his favourite kind of smile, is the crooked smile he saves for Dany. 

Pink seeps into the apple of her cheeks as she registers the innuendo, and she swats at him bashfully. Jhogo barks a laugh and shakes his head. How is it that even after all they do together behind closed doors, she’s still painfully shy. 

Jhogo grasps her hand and kisses the palm of it, uncaring for Rakharo in the periphery. He, like everyone else in their company, was likely already aware but chose to act oblivious for Dany’s sake. The murderous glares from the Andal, for instance, were a clear indication.

“It is true what Aggo says about absence making the heart grow fonder. You have been gone for mere minutes and I’m already reduced to pitiful longing,” he proclaims with a charming lilt, his face contorted in an exaggerated display of despair.

Dany rolls her eyes, though she smiles as if he's succeeded in charming (he has), her shoulders seem swallowed by the slip of a dress she has on and the silk of her hair. "I see Aggo’s poetics are rubbing off on you. Did Irri or Jhiqui tell you I liked poetic men?” 

She looks so cute when she pretends to be annoyed. Jhogo thinks about leaning in a little too close and crowding her in the back of an alley while the sun is still high before he gives her an answer, curious to see if she'll tremble like she did in her bedchambers.

Instead, he gives her his classic crooked grin and draws her closer by the waist, settling for a peck on her nose. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Dany giggles as the scruff of his wispy mustache tickles her skin, melting into his touch like she always does. “You do really need to stop trying to impress me. I love you the way you are,” she whispers that last part, almost timidly.

Once again, Jhogo finds himself pondering what it is that frightens her so. Is it the fear of her enemies exploiting their blossoming relationship, or is it the fear of love itself? Every time she had opened her heart before, she had faced pain.

"Dany,” the syllables of her name seem so pretty and pearl shaped in his mouth, “It brings me happiness to partake in the things you enjoy. Don’t mistake this for anything but my own selfish desire.

A rueful look flickers onto her face for a second and the dips of her mouth, lush and pink, curves into a smile. 

“Is that so?” Her voice changes into something low and husky and she takes his arm when he offers it to her, nodding with an appreciative hum, when he asks like a noble knight if he can escort her back to their tent, and she grins coquettishly. "I hope you can partake in something I very much enjoy and sate your selfish desires.”

"It would be my utmost pleasure,” Jhogo says with a fiendish grin, catching on.

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She has been so close to him for a while now, yet his body still holds mysteries for her. 

Dany runs her fingers over his scars, gently presses her cheek against his face and neck, and playfully nips at his jaw. It feels like a game to her as she pushes him onto his back and kisses her way across his chest.

Her silver locks tumble over her shoulder and she delicately brushes the tendrils over his stomach and his thickening cock. Then, she indulges in her curiosity and touches him, swiping up his length with a finger. Jhogo groans and she gives him what she thinks is a coy look.

“Do you like this?” she asks while she glides her fingers along his length, moving slowly and gently, observing his reactions. “You remember Doreah don’t you? The Lyseni tasked with tutoring me on the bed arts. Well, the things she showed me were quite wicked.”  She bites her lip, meeting his intent gaze.

“Somethings like this…” she wraps her hand around him; he feels thick and hot, hardening in her palm. Her heart thuds in her chest, a rush of power flooding her body. Her loyal bloodrider, who's usually so skilled and strong, is almost paralyzed by just her touch. 

She throws a leg around him and slips down his hard body. Leaving a trail of hot kisses and moonspun hair. His breath hitches when she rests her head on his navel, breathing on his cock, sitting up slightly to view her better. He instinctively reaches for her hair, caressing and gentle. 

“… and things like this,” she demonstrates by licking a stripe down his shaft. Jhogo stiffens and growls, pulling her hair away from her face so he could meet her eyes.

Dany keeps her eyes locked with his as she sucks his inflamed tip into her mouth, swirling the salty wetness that seeped from it. She’s never tried this before, with anyone, not even Drogo. Doreah had taught her the act but Drogo had never taken her mouth in that way; she summed that it perhaps was not the Dothraki way. 

Nonetheless, she was resolute to have Jhogo this way. Having already savored the delights of Jhogo’s mouth herself, she was curious to find out if she could elicit the same mind-numbing pleasure with hers. 

After toying with his slit, Dany takes more of his length into her mouth. Jhogo groans lowly. 

Jhogo is well endowed and mostly in his girth. Dany struggles to get even half way, using her fingers to stroke the rest of him as she splutters. Her hand is too small to envelop him, so she uses her other hand, tightening her grip.

He is panting now, one hand tightening in her hair while the other lingers on her cheeks, mouth stretched around him. She feels herself gush just from the euphoric expression on his face, brown eyes even darker than usual.

She attempts to take him deeper but it hits the back of her throat and leaves her gagging. 

Jhogo pulls her away from his cock, cooing assurances all the while as she struggles to catch her breath.

“Dany, my love. It’s okay, you did so well,” he wipes her drool stained mouth and cheeks. “As pretty as you looked with my cock in your mouth, it’s a good thing you stopped before I finished.”

Dany isn’t convinced and almost cries from the sheer disappointment she feels. 

“I wanted to pleasure you…” she trailed off.

“Dany,” Jhogo repeats, and gathers her in his arms again, “ You pleasure me more than you can even imagine. We have all the time in the world, don’t rush my love. Let me take care of you.”

“But-” Jhogo silences her with a kiss, devouring her mouth in a way that makes her toes curl.

She instinctively rocks against his thigh, moaning softly, losing herself in his kisses. She tugs at his hair, turning it wild and unruly while she moans into their open mouthed kisses.

She doesn't resist as he slips his hand between her legs and spreads them apart. He places his palm over her mound, softly caressing the silver curls before sliding his finger into the moisture that has begun to accumulate.

Jhogo ran a possessive hand over Dany’s cunt. He cups her and she feels herself weeping through his fingers. Dany is squirming in his arms, perching her hands on his shoulder to hold herself steady. His name a purr and a moan as he explores her depths with deft fingers. She was leaking with desire.

"That's it," he detaches from her lips to whisper softly into her ear. "Surrender to me." He inserts another finger within her, while his thumb traced patterns against her glistening entrance.

Daenerys feels odd, nearly lightheaded as if she’s consumed too much wine, yet she is acutely aware of his every action, every tiny flick of his tongue against hers.

A breath left her lips. “Please,” she pleaded.  

He slid his finger between her folds. “Turn around and open your eyes,” he ordered. 

Dany whines. He withdrew his finger. With hesitation, she complied and opened her violet eyes.

Her dressing mirror lay opposite to her. She faces her reflection and was briefly startled at her appearance. Shoulder length silver hair disheveled, lips bruised and glistening, cheeks ruddy and wetness trickled down her thighs. 

How wanton.

Jhogo appeared behind her and kissed her neck. Moving his hand along her waist to the curve of her chest as she gasps for air. 

He plays with her breasts, tweaking her nipples until all she can do is pant.

“Look at you. See how pretty you are.”

As his fingers slide into her, she lets out a wail and slumped against his chest, her limbs weak and unable to support her. She was pliable in his grasp. 

Jhogo molded her from the inside—pushing and rubbing against her inner walls. 

Dany widened her thighs further for his wandering hand. “Jhogo,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”

“I don't plan to. Not until I’ve ruined you enough to warrant all the next council meetings canceled.” A delicious electricity ran down Dany's spine at that promise.  

He fucked her with his fingers.

He started gently, gradually sliding his fingers into her tightness, sensing the depth of her womb as her folds brushed against his knuckles. She watched him plunge in and out of her through the mirror. Whenever he withdrew, she fervently pleaded for more.

He readily acquiesced to guide her to the ecstasy she craved so intensely. 

It arrived like a river crashing onto the rocks. She gripped Jhogo’s arm as her body shook, a cry ripped out of her throat. He continued to stroke her through it.

It felt like forever when she finally relaxed in his grip and her breath evened. 

Jhogo pulled his fingers from Dany’s cunt. Her eyes fluttered open, a pleased smile gracing her lips as she observed him savoring her. 

“Sweet like summer wine, taste it,” he brought his middle finger to her lips and she parted her mouth for him. She meets his eyes as she sucks on his finger. It was an odd taste, tangy but warm and slightly sweet.

Jhogo gave her his crooked smile when he caught her look of wonderment. A dangerous need burned in his dark eyes and Dany realized she’d forgone his pleasure for too long.

“Come here,”

She nudges him away and crawls towards the center of the bed. Giving her back to him as she kneels on all fours, sticking her butt out. She looks over her shoulder to see Jhogo unmoved. Hesitation marrs his features and Dany has an inkling why.

Dany had never liked this position. Drogo had always been too callous, too rough, and it left her so sore that it was an immense pain to even stay seated on her mare. 

Doreah had taught her how to seduce him into her favored position, riding on top, just to avoid it. 

But she knew it would be different with Jhogo. He had an uncanny talent for transforming her every fear into a stepping stone, into pleasure. He would never hurt her; she had never felt more certain of anything in her life.

Dany flashes him a teasing smile, effortlessly easing his apprehension. "What are you looking at? Come here and take me.”

Jhogo hesitates for a moment longer before finally making his way toward her. He cups her jaw and kisses her gently, his nose bumping, sliding past hers, and Dany is left with the taste of sunshine and home. He smells a little bit like sunshine as well. 

She’s the ‘Unburnt’ but his touch sets her aflame. 

"You," he finally replies, “Always you.”

Jhogo moves cautiously behind her, letting his hands glide gingerly down her sides before placing a soft kiss to the center of her spine. Her whole body tingles.

He drags his lips down until he finds her weeping entrance and gives it an appreciation lick. Dany bucks forward and arches her back more for him. She buries her face in the soft linen beneath.

Spurned on by her reaction, Jhogo spreads her apart to devour her better.

His tongue was warm and sweet and firm as he delved between her folds. She moaned his name while he indulged in her, completely lost in a haze of base desires.

Her thoughts swirled as he reveled in her pleasure. Lashing her nub until she was squirming under him.

He held her squirming legs apart and pushed his tongue inside her until she convulsed, mewling.

Dany gripped him tighter, murmuring a prayer. He held her as the sensations coursed through her body, reaching her fingers and toes, until a deep, satisfying groan of his name erupted from her throat.

As Dany's chest rose and fell and her eyes opened, he hovered above her like a celestial being. His brown skin glistened with sweat, shimmering like stars in the soft light. His thick ebony braid had come undone, strands scattered across his skin.

Beautiful, she thinks.

He gazes at her heatedly, eyes alight with affection and lust. She folds her arms and rests her cheek on them so she could still catch a glimpse of him. 

Jhogo holds onto her hips as he lines himself with her slick and quivering entrance. He sank into her inch by inch and she felt she would come undone before he even reached the deepest reaches of her.

They moan in unison.

This angle allowed him to explore depths of her she never realized were there. She involuntarily clutches him with a vice-like grip. His fingers dug into her flesh and she heard him growl, a deep rumble within his chest.

He seats himself fully, and she goes blank; mind addled in bliss. 

“Seven hells!” She whines.

Jhogo lets out a strained chuckle, “I know.” 

Pressing his hips against her before pulling out. He continues this rhythm, over and over, until he’s making love to her at an agonizingly slow pace.

She pushes back her hips to meet his movements. His restraint snaps as he thrusts into her faster causing her to yelp.

They complemented each other seamlessly, their movements in perfect harmony as their hips rose and fell together. He filled her so completely that she could not tell where she began and where he ended. A sense of tranquility enveloped her, a feeling that assured her this was exactly where she was meant to be. 

The silent tent filled with the sounds of their love making. The music of skin against skin echoed around them, accompanied by their cries that expressed every wave of pleasure. Each gasp and moan intertwined with the melody of their bodies, building a stairway to heaven with their intimacy that filled the air with raw emotion.

Dany could feel her wetness pool on the featherbed. She had never felt so aroused, so wet, just tentative of bursting.

Jhogo was not faring any better. He growled like a wild animal as he bucked in abandon, leaning down to bite her shoulder, soothing it with a kiss right after. Through a half-lidded eye, she watched his beautiful hair sway with each thrust. Dany bit her swollen lip.

She had never heard him be this loud before. It filled her with an odd sense of pride. She arched her back further, offering more of her.

Jhogo ran his hands down her back and fondled her breasts.

“Ngh-”

She sensed he was nearing his limit. He intertwined his fingers with the hapless hand beside her. And gods, the waves within her were rising again.

In that instant, his other hand slipped between their bodies, his fingers teasing her sensitive skin as they found her clit once more, quickly rubbing it in circles.

His hips thrust, the tip of his cock striking the perfect spot deep inside her, while his fingers drew out waves of pleasure. 

“I’m going to fill you with my seed.” Jhogo whispers as he bites at her earlobe.

This time, as she reached her climax, he did too, and their entwined hands clutched tightly. 

He remained within her, twitching and pulsing, before withdrawing and collapsing beside her. Gathering her in his arms, she snuggled into him.

Her limbs held him close, his hand gliding over her face, a look of adoration on his face. 

Dany realized then she truly loved this man. She had struggled to grasp the true meaning of love, but in this moment, everything was clear. She felt it in his every breath, in the melody of his heartbeat, in the warmth that enveloped her. 

It was a feeling that ignited her very soul and filled her with a sense of fulfillment she had always yearned for. The house with the red door and lemon tree. He was home.

She brushed his hair from his face as she beheld him. Her hand is warm against his sweaty skin and she places it over his heart. His speeds up one, two, three.

“I love you,” she echoed her thoughts, “Truly. Utterly. To my demise.”

She looks him in the eyes, his orbs reflecting the emotions that could never truly be relayed by mere words. For a moment, they just stare at one another, smiling like two children experiencing their first love.

There is no need for words.

Their lips collide once more and he has a musky taste. She realized he tasted of her. It only made her want him more.