Bend Your Knees
When you’re too hype for boatsex to wait for smut fest … how episode 6 could’ve went down. (This is part 1/3)
Warning: Smut ( lots and lots of it but hey)
“My Queen, if I may …”
She nodded her head and their lips met tentatively. They parted again, a centimeter of space between them. Their eyes met; and in a heartbeat they we kissing again, now with Jon’s hand cupping her cheek, pulling her closer.
In his mind he was still riding for the wall. Uncle Benjen’s horse was endlessly galloping below him, his body shivering all the while. When he finally woke he was sure he was dead.
His eyes fluttered open and his vision slowly came to focus. The silver hair of the dragon queen shown bright in the sun peering in from the window. Her face was solemn; eyes glossy.
He didn’t feel as if he was riding anymore. Suddenly the world was painfully still. Looking up at her from the furs he remembered.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m so sorry.”
Dany shook her head. Somehow he felt the pain of it. He could see the vision floating behind her eyes, her child speared in mid flight only to crash and sink under the same icy water he crawled out of earlier. He took her hand in his on impulse.
“I wish I could take it back. I wish we’d never gone,” Jon said.
She shook her head again, blinking tears away. “I don’t … if we hadn’t gone I wouldn’t have seen. You have to see it to know.”
She could see it so clearly still. The night king and his spear, the others closing in on all sides, Viseron falling … Jon falling. “Now I know,” she said.
She had sat there for hours waiting for him to wake, and now she had run out of words. He was staring up at her longingly. Just as Tyrion said he would. Only now, he didn’t look little as she said before.
His body stretched out on the furs below her, his scars decorated his muscles. His dark eyes were deeper than she had ever seen.
She had to pull herself out of them. Back to reality.
“The dragons are my children. They’re the only children I’ll ever have. Do you understand?”
Jon bowed his eyes to where their hands met in the furs. Her skin was suddenly warmer against his. He nodded and looked back up to meet her violet eyes; resisting the urge to pull her closer.
“We are going to destroy the Night King and his army. We’ll do it together. You have my word.”
I want more of you than your word, Jon thought secretly. He gulped that thought back. “Thank you, Dany.”
“Dany…” she breathed. “Who was the last person who called me that? I’m not sure, was it my brother? Not the company you want to keep.”
“Alright, not Dany,” Jon said. “How about my Queen? I’d bend the knee but …”
“What of those who swore allegiance to you?”
“They’ll come to see you for what you are.”
Dany’s breath caught in her throat. Somehow his word meant more than any others who had bowed before her. “I hope I deserve it.”
“You do,” Jon said.
Suddenly Dany became even more aware of his eyes bearing into hers. In truth she wanted to dive into them, memorize ever glint of dark color in them with their foreheads pressed together, her legs straddling his sides …
She snapped of it. Her eyes shied away and she tried to slide her hand free from his but Jon ever so slightly pulled back.
Their eyes met again and she understood. He was thinking the same way. But she knew she shouldn’t.
Jon rustled beneath the furs. Suddenly Dany was seated at the edge of her chair. Jon sat up slowly until their faces were inches apart.
Dany closed her eyes. Her lips parted ever so slightly. She could feel the heat of his breath against her lips. Her chest rose with hers, ever so slightly brushing against his bare skin. She waited for his lips to meet hers, ever muscle in her body clenching in anticipation.
“My Queen, if I may …”
She nodded her head and their lips met tentatively. They parted again, a centimeter of space between them. Their eyes met; and in a heartbeat they were kissing again, now with Jon’s hand cupping her cheek, pulling her closer.
Their tongues danced like dragons in the sky. Her hands grazed his chest, fingertips gliding lightly over the scared tissue. Jon’s lips traveled to her neck sucking at the skin that was exposed there. Before she could stop herself she was gasping, her fingers entwining in his curls.
As Jon flicked his tongue across her silky skin he realized they were not nearly close enough for his liking. He wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her off the edge of her chair and easing her gently onto his lap.
He kissed down to the base of her neck, feeling himself swell beneath her as she gasped, face tilting up to the ceiling. With the urge to kiss her more he reached up to unbuttoning her fierce black coat. He lifted it off her shoulders and down her arms until it lay at the foot of the bed.
She looked smaller without the coat, softer even. A black dress still covered her from the chest down, laced tightly at her back. Dany’s hands fell to his chest, her palms pushing flat against it as she guided his body back down against the furs.
Her legs straddled his hips now and she could feel his hardness growing beneath the furs. She ground her hips back against his just enough so he could feel her heat pressing against him through the furs.
Her black silk dress still flowed around her legs and squeezed her chest. As she leaned forward she kissed him with ferocity.
Jon pressed his lips hard against the heat of hers, all the while the subtle grind of her hips driving him close to insanity. The Queen knew what she was doing, but so did he.
His hands, which had settled around her thighs moved down to pry at her ass, gripping the skin and then releasing. He followed the rhythm of her hips.
In response, Dany reached behind her, pulling at the lace of her dress, loosening them until the cloth fell away from her pale chest and pink peaks, taught with excitement. The silk sank only to her hips, covering wetness that was pooling where her legs met.
Jon drank her in with his eyes and almost immediately began to kiss her nipples, his mouth toying with one and his thumb another. As he released the one in his mouth with a pop Dany let out a whimper, moaning and throwing her eyes to the wooden ceiling of the rocking boat. Her silver hair shook around her.
Jon looked up at her figure and couldn’t stand it anymore. He backed up on the bed, lifting her hips with his palms. He shimmied the black dress away from Dany’s hips and off her body until she was bare in front of him.
“gods,” he whispered, the word slipping from his mouth. Dany was staring down at him, her silver hair cascading down her chest and back.
She leaned down to kiss him again but Jon backed away with other intentions. Possibilities danced through his head. He lied back down on the furs, propping his head up on the pillow.
Dany began to push the furs back to reveal his length, ready to ride the wolf. But Jon pushed her hands away.
“I want to kiss you more.”
“Jon, I …” Daenerys’ heat was burning with an intensity. She needed more.
Jon wrapped her hands around her thighs again and began to pull her closer. He guided her forward until Dany’s cunt hovered over the top of his chest. The Queen looked down at him, confused. Jon said nothing to help her understand, just lifted her up so her knees lay at either side of her head, until he was staring up at her dripping cunt.
“Bend your knees my Queen.”
Dany had not been confused in bed for a long time, but he trusted the wolf. She obeyed, lowering her heat down until it sat right above his lips. She peered down at his dark eyes, checking to see if this is where he wants her.
Jon kept her eye contact and blew a hot breath across her wet cunt. Dany shivered. He nipped at her inner thighs with his teeth, reminding her again of the wolf he was.
Lust swam in his eyes and heat trickled through his veins. He longed to kiss her there. He dipped his head and licked upward, lapping up her juices.
Jon’s beard tickled her skin and Dany stifled a scream as he swirled his tongue around her clit. Her hips bucked. She leaned a hand on the wooden wall for support. No one had kissed her like this before. Not there.
She lowered herself back down for more.
Jon’s tongue dipped inside her and Dany felt pressure building. He kissed her inside and out until she was moaning and biting her lip to stop from screaming out.
“Jon …” she pleaded.
Jon felt her muscles clamp and held onto her thighs. He supported her above him, guiding her up and down his face so he could devour her like a wolf does his prey. He buried his face in her warmth, humming all the while. His tongue swirled inside her, his nose nudged her clit.
When she moaned his name again he knew she was close. He flicked her most sensitive spot with his tongue until he felt her legs begin to quake.
Dany was just at the edge, her toes curling, pressing into Jon’s shoulders. She didn’t know whether to beg for more or clamp her thighs around his head until she came. But before she could decide he stopped.
Dany raised herself up on her knees again, still leaning on the wall for support. Jon helped her climb back down the bed until her eyes hovered over his again.
She gripped his face and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, feeling where her wetness had dampened his beard.
She opened her mouth to ask where he had learned such a trick but only managed to huff out a breath, stuffing her face in his neck so she could kiss him there.
Jon let out a small huff of a laugh and she could feel him smirking, proud of himself.
It was her turn.
Intent on hearing Jon moan, she pushed the furs back with her feet, feeling his stiffness bump against her ass. Dany took him in her hand and rubbed his tip through her folds before lowering herself onto his length.
Jon let out a low growl, his teeth parting slightly. His eyes fluttered open and closed as Dany raised herself up again only to lower herself back down. She rode him with a steady pace until Jon was nearly panting.
He watched her with wide eyes as she twisted a nipple between her fingers and pushed her long silver hair out of her eyes and behind her back. He bucked his hips to meet hers.
His calloused hands glided over her soft skin from the curve of her breasts to the indent of her where her hips met her thighs. Jon concentrated on tracing careful circles there with his thumbs for fear he cum too soon under her control.
Dany bucked her hips more, her ass slapping perfectly against his balls. And when she noticed how that made his eyes roll back and his throat tighten she reached a hand back to caress him there.
“Daenerys … please.” Jon could feel himself climbing.
Dany just smirked down at him and quikened her pace, pleased with her power. Just as she was about to let a finger slide down to where their bodies met, Jon’s grip on her hips tightened.
She met his eyes and caught a glimpse of his need just before she felt her body being thrust around. Jon rolled them over so he was on top of her. His elbows, planted on either side of her head steadied him. He lowered himself down until he was just inches from her face, his mouth agape.
They breathed in and out, their chests heaving against each others. Dany craned her neck up to kiss him, but Jon pulled away with a sly smile. His hot breath tickled her neck and then he crashed his lips against hers. He pushed into her again and Dany moaned at his length.
Jon bucked his hips, grunts escaping him. His sweaty curls ticked Dany’s forehead. Then his arm hooked around Dany’s right leg, raising it up to where her knee almost banged against her own shoulder.
Still inside her, he held her leg in position, Jon nipped at the skin of her calf with his teeth making her gasp. He pushed into her harder.
Dany cried out this time, the angle finding her sweet spot. Her eyes scanned his scars before their eyes locked on each others and Jon continued pumping into her, his speed and force increasing.
Jons’ name escaped her mouth moaned again and again. Jon felt her muscles clench and he brought his thumb to her clit, using his shoulder to keep her leg suspended.
Dany bit back cries of pleasure, sinking her teeth into her own knuckles. She squirmed below him, unable to control herself, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her back arched off the furs. She felt herself shake around him and snapped her eyes open again when he called her name.
Dany watched as his mouth hung open in pleasure, his eyes squeezed tight. Jon felt her clench as he rubbed furious circles on her clit. She shook in his arms he felt his high coming too and quickened his pace, cumming inside her.
They were still for a moment.
Then they breathed out sighs at the same time. Jon pushed into her slowly a few more times before pulling out completely.
Dany opened her arms to him as he gently collapsed in pleasure on top of her.
Jon lay his head on her chest, listening to her heart beat as it began to slow. Dany wrapped her fingered through his dark hair, pushing the sweaty strands from his face. As she caught her breath she looked down at his back, watching it rise and fall with his breath.
“Daenerys?” Jon whispered, still catching his breath.
Jon nuzzled his cheek gently across her breast.
“I would’ve bent the knee sooner, if I’d known.” Jon smiled up at her. He lay a gentle kiss on collar bone.
“Me too.” Dany laughed.