He realised that he needed Daenerys like no other. His body had grown too used to her. His fingers needed to thread through her silken silver locks, his lips needed to touch hers and pressed on her soft, creamy skin. His eyes had to see the look on her face and how her violet eyes would dilate when she’s about to reach her peak and his ears needed to hear her exquisite moans and groans, and of course his cock needed to be sheathed in her warmth.
“Has it always been like this for you?”
Jon asked her when they were lying wrapped up in each other’s arms in the King’s chambers that morning. He didn’t know why but suddenly he was curious of her past lovers. He probably needed some assurance that with him it is different.
“Never…” She replied. Daenerys looked at him, wide violet eyes gazing right at his. “It’s never been like this. I never loved any of them the way I love you.”
Jon nodded and pulled her close, kissing her deeply as he rolled her over so she would be on top of him. The kisses grew deep and hungry like all their kisses do. An insatiable all consuming passion that feels like it could burn him alive. She nipped his bottom lip and Jon felt her tongue entering his mouth, and he started to suck it. Daenerys let out a soft moan and giggled when he did that. He felt her slide downwards as she sat on top his waist.
“I feel like riding the White Wolf today Husband….” She said in a soft, seductive voice. Jon groaned when he felt her hands touching his cock and caressing it. It was getting hard and thick.
“Let me taste you first Wife…” Jon told her and Daenerys gave a naughty smile and bit her bottom lip.
He knew that his Queen could never resist that. It always made her weak in the knees. Jon took her arms and pulled her up so that she would be sitting astride his face instead. He spread her thighs and her dripping wet honeyed mound was right at his mouth where he could lick and taste it while she would squirm uncontrollably and moan in pleasure, sometimes to the extend of even having tears in her eyes when she’s too overwhelmed by her own climax. Nothing would make the King happier than seeing his beautiful Queen coming undone by his own loving ministrations.
Do people who have watched Game of Thrones but not read A Song of Ice and Fire even know that Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the First of her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Shackles and Mother of Dragons goes by the nickname Dany?
Did I just miss someone talking about this because I was busy with work this week?
Okay why haven’t we discussed the iron rings on the posts of the bed on Dany’s ship????
I have very specific knowledge of mostly useless things like good recipes for Chicken Marsala and the key differences between Shakespeare’s sonnets and those of Edmund Spenser. Unfortunately beds are not one of my areas of expertise. So I am sure some Bed Expert™ is going to appear in the notes to give us all the practical applications of iron rings on bed posts. Or maybe it’s just something obvious that doesn’t even need an expert’s explanation and I’m just unaware.
But either way, ssshhhhhhhhhhh.
I’m convinced these exist simply so that Jon and Dany can tie each other up when they have wild boatsex on their 30 to 45-day journey North.
I will accept no other explanation. These are kinky sex installations on their bed. You’re welcome.