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Chapter IV: Daenerys
Ghost rushed into the streets of the city as soon as they stepped on the quay. Beside her Ser Davos laughed at this. “Poor boy”, joked the old sailor. “I do not think he's made for the life of a sailor.”
“No, indeed Ser Davos”, agreed Daenerys with a smile.
Poor Ghost had hated being on the ship, trapped on it for five days, shaking and moaning. A real heartbreak.
Soon Ghost returned, the huge wolf about the size of a pony standing beside her. Daenerys rubbed his head, receiving a loving lick from Jae’s wolf. Daenerys smiled, Ghost had been her most fierce protector since Jae's exile.
Quentyn, this vermin, it was more than once a complaint. Well, now he has something else to complain about.
Thinking of her former fiance reminded her of Rhaegar's letter. Her mood darkened, how much could have been avoided if her brother had taken the time to explain things. Jae could have spent the last three years with her and she would not have to worry every day that the love of her life might have died fighting the savages on the battlefield.
Ser Barristan followed the wolf and soon found her standing at the harbor. The old knight had insisted on exploring the city before she set foot there and Ser Davos too had taken his side.
“Prince Jaehaerys returned from a three-month campaign a week ago”. Informed the old knight.
“Who told you that?” Asked Ser Davos, curious.
“Hmm ... ladies?” hesitating the knight, blushing.
The knight's words startled Daenerys. Had her Jae forgotten their love? Has he been finding comfort in the arms of another? A hint of worry shadowed her face as the ill thought made way into her mind. That had always been her biggest fear, losing him.
Jae was hers! He is mine. She reflected, raising her chin with conviction.
Unconscious of dark thoughts raging in the princess's mind, the two men continued their discussions.
“Oh? And what did his ladies look like, Ser barristan?” chuckled Davos.
“Uh ... they were very... desirable ... and very under-dressed too.” the old knight hesitated. “They wore a strange white mask”, he said, sounding more perplexed than embarrassed this time.” I think she was a kind of priestess?”
“Oh? Was it near a black stone building with golden inscription? Statue of black cats with a white skull mask for face?” enquired Davos.
“Yes, yes it is exactly that.” Barristan was the one sounding more inquisitive this time.
“I see”, mused Ser Davos. “Did she tell you where we could find Her Holiness?”
“High city, the priestesses say. They will have to inform us near a building bearing the colors of the Black Compagny ... in front of the Golden Company,” finished more severely Barristan. No doubt the remember of the slaughter from the Ninepenny War come to his mind
“Priestesses?”, Daenerys asked perplexed.
Davos hummed. “Oh yes, a strange goddess of fertility and death if I remember correctly? Do not be vexed, princess,” Ser Davos smiled softly, “Prince Jae did not forget you”, reassured the old smuggler smiling sweetly at her, as always.
As often, the words of the old smuggler warmed her heart. He had been the first to discover their truth and had always helped them in every way he could. The old sailor had found them while she and Jae were kissing each other in one of the obsidian caves. To their great surprise, Ser Davos had neither denounced nor implored them to separate. Instead, the old man had dragged them to his home at Dragonstone.
What followed had been the most embarrassing moment of her and Jae’s lives, Daenerys remembered blushingly. Davos took Jae aside, while she stayed with Ser Davos's wife. The adorable old woman took the next hour to educate and inform her of all the subtleties that a woman must know before their relationship became more...carnal.
When Daenerys had planned to escape before her marriage, Ser Davos was the first with whom she had confided. Of course, the idea had quickly reached the ears of her mother, Rhaella, who, to Dany’s utter disbelief, helped her in turn. All of this ... under the silent gaze of Rhaegar.
Her brother had known for a while that she was planning to abandon Quentyn before the wedding and run away to find her love. Of course she had changed her plans, but the idea of publicizing her refusal had come from her mother. In clearly proclaiming her refusal to marry Quentyn before the Great Septon himself, Daenerys had made sure that no member of the Faith would marry her. The humiliation of the Dornish prince was a nice bonus.
Daenerys drove those sour times out of her mind, sincerely hoping that she would never see the toad again. Her brother had been very clear that she and Jae must return only after the exile of her beloved ended and not before. She would have preferred to take Jaehaerys with her and return home and start a family. And that after so many years spent fighting, her love would find peace. Unfortunately, politics and appearances had to be preserved. But at least, from now on, they would both be together. As should have always been the case.
Daenerys and his companions roamed the streets of Azantyr Egros. The streets seemed breathtakingly clean when you were used to King's Landing.
The biggest difference was not the cleanliness of the city, but the bewildering number of armed soldiers. Sitting at tables, drinking mugs, or watching spectacle, mercenary men and women were omnipresent.
As they climbed to the upper town, the streets became even wider, The small brick houses had given way to town mansions. The closer they got to the Citadel of the larger Hegemon, the buildings became more elegant, rich and adorned. Various flags fluttered in the winds as full-fledged men in uniform patrolled the buildings.
Daenerys and her party had arrived at the Place des Epee and Daenerys’ eyes were seeking the standard of the Black Company. As luck would have it, Ghost saved them the trouble of having to ask directions to Jae. The trusty Direwolf had taken the smell of his companion. and he hastened to run to an unknown destination, knocking over a poor sentry as he galloped towards his destination.
She gave an apologetic smile to the poor man before turning to her fellow travelers. “Let's follow Ghost.”
The intelligent wolf had not obviously forgotten them, more than once Ghost stopped to wait for them, although Daenerys could swear that the ferocious animal was becoming less and less patient. Daenerys’ eyes frantically searched for any indication she was near Jae. Her heart was beating louder and louder within her chest and her hand became moist in anticipation.
Finally they arrived in front of a fortified manor overlooking the bay. The portal was wide open, without waiting for his companions, Daenerys followed Ghost. Very quickly she was intercepted by a young man followed by three other men. Everything about this man reminded her of the North.
The man widened his eyes in disbelief when he saw the princess and the wolf. He hastened to kneel before her. His companions looked at each other uncertainly before following the example of their leaders.
“Greetings, Princess Daenerys”, respectfully saluted the young man.
“Salutations, Ser. My apologies, the long journey has abstracted my senses and I cannot seem to recall your name.”
“Asher Forrester”, replied the Northerners.
Before she could ask the young Forrester to guide her to Jae, Ghost uttered a low groan that made the four men tremble. Ghost sneaked into the mansion.
“I apologize for Ghost, he can not wait to see Jaehaerys again”, Just as I, she thought. Daenerys followed the wolf, leaving behind the four soldiers in the yard.
Daenerys completely ignored the decorations of the manor, following Ghost through the hallways, up a flight of stairs, and then let Ghost open a door for himself.
“Gh …”
All that Jae was going to say was stopped as soon as the huge wolf jumped on him. The adorable wolf was ecstatic to see his friend again, and Daenerys could not help but smile as Jae took the wolf in his arms, burying his face in his fluffy coat.
Daenerys advanced into the room, her gaze totally focused on the love of her life. Finally Jae looked up and their eyes met. Jae left Ghost, who sat on his hind legs watching the long awaited reunion of his ruby eyes..
Daenerys could read in his beautiful eyes, disbelief, hope, worry and love. She wanted to say something, anything at all, but her throat was dry and her tongue was not moving. All she could do was gaze at the man she loved with all her heart. Dany's vision became murky as tears beaded in the corners of her amethyst eyes. Her Jae took a step forward, beckoning her in his deep voice:
“Dany…”
Jae's voice pulled Daenerys out of her languor. She threw herself in Jae’s arms. His lips immediately sought that of his beloved and she kissed him until she lost her senses. Daenerys hoped to make her Jae feel how much she loved him, and how immensely she had missed him.
With the same desperation Jae embraced Daenerys, his arms holding her in a strong embrace. For the young princess it was as if she finally found a part of herself that she knew was lost. Something essential, something that only made her life complete.
The couple separated, both breathless. Daenerys put her hand on Jae's cheek. Her love had changed so much in his last three years. Daenerys's fingertips followed the scar that adorned his face. The one near his eye, another on the cheek and the last at the corner of his mouth.
The features of his face had become harder, where previously Jon had Rhaegar's sweet features, today he had the face of a northern warrior. But his eyes, his eyes were the same as always when he looked at her; dark opal and looking at her with the magnificent mixture of love, admiration and lust .
“Daenerys ... I ... how? Your marriage?” Jae's eyes darkened like a winter’s storm at the mention of the wedding.
Oh my poor love, how you must have been hurt by Rhaegar's letter!
Daenerys kissed Jae's lips. “I love you Jaehaerys, there's only one man who will marry me and I'm in his arms,”Daenerys told him, kissing him again.
Daenerys's words made Jae smile. As always, Daenerys' heart missed a beat, Jae's smiles were as rare and precious as diamonds.
“I have so much to tell you,” whispered Daenerys, burying her face in Jae's neck.
Daenerys and Jaehaerys chatted until late in the night. Exchanging in turn the events that had happened to them. Rhaegar's explanations had angered Jae. Unlike Jae, she had the entire yoyageat sea to think about it. Several kisses and sweet words were enough to calm the fury that was boiling in the exiled prince. Both of them then moved to the terrace overlooking the little garden of the manor.
Daenerys had taken her place on Jae's lap, the arms of the young man both intertwined. Daenerys was enjoying time as never before. Daenerys kissed Jae in the back of his neck, looking up to see Jae smiling, his eyes closed. The prince’s hand went back from her hip to the curve of her buttocks which did not fail to make Daenerys smile.
Can you feel it, my love? My desire for you? Daenerys thought.
Daenerys continued to kiss Jae's neck, while gently undoing the laces of his shirt. Jae meanwhile slipped his hand under her dress. A warm welcome blossomed between her thighs. The touch was as soft as silk but at the same time burning like the Fourteen Flames.
Daenerys moved her mouth to Jae's chest. The princess's hands finally finding the folds of the black linen shirt. Daenerys stopped kissing him for taking off his shirt revealing to her eyes the chiseled chest of her lover. Despite the greenish-yellow spots and scars, she could not help but find him beautiful.
Jae's hand reached her silk panties and Daenerys spread her thighs slightly, almost immediately she could feel the palm of his hand against her thighs. Jae started slowly going back and forth, caressing both the sensitive skin of her thighs and her femininity.
The princess closed her eyes, her hips following the slow back and forth which the palm of her lover lavished on her. It was a slow torture, Jae loved it ... and she too.
Daenerys leaned toward her lover's bare chest. Two could play this game. She kissed Jae gently on the lips, but before they deepen the kiss, she retreated to kiss her neck. Her lover uttered a plaintive moan that made her smile. Then she attacked one of Jae's weak points.
Dany used her tongue, savoring the taste of her lover's skin. She finally stopped on his left nipple. Gently she blew and licked. As always, she felt her lovers thrill under her caresses and then moved to his other nipple offering him the same tender attention. Below, her beloved gave a groan of pleasure.
The stormy eyes of her nephew reopened. They were darkened by desire to the point that they looked like two obsidian gleams and an almost painful heat developed in his crotch.
Jae then lifted her off his lap, onto the table Without waiting, he attacks her lips. Daenerys bit his lips slightly, just enough to make him moan. Gently, Jae slid the lace straps of her dress, revealing her chest. The fresh wind from the bay hardened her pink nipples.
"Do you like that you see Jae? Daenerys asked in a voice made hoarse by desire.
Her lover, just nodded before starting to attack her breasts. While taking care of her breasts, Jae's hands slipped under her silk dress. Reassembling slowly this one. Each movement was a soft caress like silk. Very quickly, her beautiful dress found herself on her stomach again.
Her belly became cold with anticipation. How many times in the last three years she had imagined this while touching herself down there? Daenery licked her lips, watching her nephew as he knelt between her legs.
Her lover, began kissing her knee first, his divine mouth bifurcated, kissing the ivory skin of her thighs. His lips made her mad, impatience won her. But she knew that a complaint from her would not translate to seeing her pleasure delay. Daenerys bit her lip as finally Jon reached for her panties.
"So wet for me," hissed Jon. His hot breath on her femininity, made her shiver as she tried to hold a groan of pleasure.
She would have liked to answer him. The tease, the heat. But the only sound that left her mouth was a strangled moan, when Jae put his mouth on her core. Through her silk lingerie, he began to suck. It was divine.
Jae took off her panties, revealing her pink lips and the thin silver fleece that crowned them. Jae paused for a second in contemplation admiration as much as lust shone in the abyss of his eyes.
"A goddess. You're a goddess, Dany ... mine,” Jaehaerys murmured, his voice taking possessive accents that filled her with love.
"Yes ... yes, as much as you are mine, my love."
The young man spread her lips as his mouth attacked his clitoris directly. Licking and sucking her sore point, the princess no longer withheld his moan of pleasure.
Her moan turned into a mew of pleasure when Jon's fingers penetrated her core. Two of his fingers caressing her insides in a back and forth rhythm. Daenerys could feel the pleasure overwhelming her as she came. Panting, she took hold of his elbow and looked at her man.
Jae still standing between her thighs. The lower part of his face gleamed under the moonlight, soaked by Daenerys' juices.
The vision, revived his excitement. She wanted her lover in her now.
"Take me, my love" It was as much an order as a supplication. Her need to feel it buried in her only growing as the seconds passed.
Jae nodded, his eyes went hungry, which only increased Daenerys's excitement.
Her nephew put her strong arms under her hips and lifted her up. Daenerys gave a cry of surprise while clinging to his neck. Jaehaerys' eyes, while still hungry, had an amused glow that danced. Daenerys shook his head with a smile before kissing him. In just a few steps, Daenerys found himself in front of Jae's bed.
No, their bed from now.
Jae lowered her on the tiled floor and turned her over. Daenerys did not allow him, however. Gently she pushed back her soulmate as she dropped her dress to the floor. She untied her hair and let them fall around her shoulders. She knew how much Jae liked when her hair was free. Her lover took a step forward, but with a wave of her hand she stopped him.
Daenerys lay down on the bed, with her elbows she stepped back, without taking her eyes off Jae as he stepped out of his last clothes. Naked as the day of his birth, he was a divine vision. Daenerys's amethyst eyes rested on his crotch, his erection hard as steel ready for her. Her love joined her on the bed. Inviting, she spread her legs, revealing herself in all her glory to her beloved.
Jae laid down on her. Dany wrapped her arms around him, savoring him. It was not long before her love penetrated her. The gesture was almost liberating. Finally, finally they were one.
Both remained for a moment without moving, taking full advantage of the feeling of being united at last. The two lovers kissed each other. It was a kiss filled with pure love. Slow and sweet, loaded with desire and pleasure. When they broke up, it was Jae who spoke.
"I love you, Dany. More than anything, "he said hoarsely.
The statement fill the heart of Daenerys with love.
"I love you too, Jae," returned Daenerys, kissing him.
When their kiss ended, Jae buried his face in her neck. Her beloved began his comings and goings. It was slow at first, but soon, his pace increased. Daenerys gasped, moaning his name as she buried her fingers in the back of her love.
Daenerys squeezed her legs, imprisoning her lover in a straitjacket he would never want to leave.
"Dany ... oh Dany ... my love," Jae whimpered in her ear.
"Jae, my Jae, my beloved," she returned with the same devotion and love.
For the two lovers, it was the seven heavens. Neither Jae nor Daenerys could tell how long they made love. But Daenerys could feel how her lover was stretching. Just as she could feel her own pleasure coming. Daenerys squeezed his legs even harder. She was determined to have Jae's seed in her.
"Inside me Jae, come inside me, please," she asked, she pleaded.
When her lover came, Daenerys could feel his semen pouring into her even as her own pleasure took her.
Both found themselves panting, their skins covered with sweat. Jae dropped to the side, and lay on the side, a move that Daenerys copying to find herself face to face with him. Jae's arm came to take her hip, pulling her until their legs were entangled and Daenerys's head snuggled into Jae's chest.
"I'm finally home," Jae murmured softly.
Daenerys could only agree with him. She lifted her head to look him in the eyes.
"Yes, we are finally home ... together ".