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Her pussy was glistening, mesmerizing him in how slick and resplendent it looked as Dany slowly worked at her clit.
Jon's throat felt dry as the need to feast upon her almost overtook him. But he would not spoil her fun yet. She was treating him to a show and he was not one to be ungrateful. That didn't mean he would just stand idly by though. He tugged his own member, mimicking her pace and never taking his eyes off the goddess laying beneath him. "How does it feel?"
"Good," she lightly moaned. And then a pause, brows scrunched up together. "But not enough."
And that just wouldn't do.
"Why? What's wrong, sweetling?" he cooed, stopping all motions on himself as he brought his body closer to hers. He caged her in with his arms, bracketing both sides of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He shivered when the action caused her erect nipples to graze his chest.
Dany whimpered, clearly frustrated as she meticulously worked on her little nub, rubbing faster and faster, yet seemingly not being abled to reach that elusive high. "It's not enough. I need you, Jon. I was made for you as you were made for me."
Jon nearly came from just hearing those words fall from her luscious lips. He drank in the sight of his love pleasuring herself as her body called for him, eyes roaming every inch of her glorious body. He noted little tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she distraughtly rambled on, her breath catching every so often. "T- two parts of a whole, Jon. Never meant to be s- separate. My pussy meant to be filled by your cock. Meant to take you as you were meant for me to take."
His aforementioned cock throbbed painfully as she regaled him with filthy words of her ardent belief in their preordained entanglement. He groaned loudly, eyes shutting tightly as he concentrated on staving off his release before it came too soon.
Meanwhile, Dany's arms wormed around his neck (her fingers apparently done with her losing battle) and brought Jon's face down, his lips a wisp of a distance from hers. Her warm breath bathing his skin and her big, glassy amethyst eyes dripping with affection as she looked up at him. Defeated, yet sultrily, she pleaded, "please, Jace."
Oh, she knew what calling him by his Targaryen name did to him. How he loved it tumbling from her lips and how it drove him mad that it was the name that attached them irrevocably. The name given to him when he was brought into his world just mere minutes after her. To serve her. That combined with her begging for his touch...
Jon had half a mind to chide her for playing him so skillfully with her dejected act as she knew he could never resist her. But indeed, she'd woken the wolf within and Jon would finally feast.
Growling, he closed the gap between them and devoured her lips. Slanting his over her plush pink pillows, swallowing her tiny moans and pressing down even more on her body. His aching dick nestled over the warm and wet opening awaiting him between her thighs. He quivered as her fingers began to claw at his scalp, tugging his curls as she whispered his name over and over against his lips. "Jacaerys... Jacaerys."
He bit her bottom lip and licked at it until she gave him access so he could fully consume her. Then, Jon sneaked a hand between their chests, where he kneaded her right breast and delighted in how her back arched off the bed—in how her body craved his touch. He picked and pinched the already hardened nipple as her body writhed and he took from her mouth until he had his fill. And only when he was properly satisfied that she was as ragged and debauched as he felt, did Jon ease up and come up for air.
The image of her beautiful, round tits rising up and down in tandem with his own disrupted breathing stirred him. That coupled with her lust-lidded eyes and flush-tainted cheeks painted the most exquisite sight he had ever behold. And he felt absolutely gluttonous. Jon leered down at her as his hand slowly slid down from her breast to lower below, his lips following its trail. "Don't worry, sweet sister... I'll take care of you."
—
Daenerys could've cried in relief when she felt Jon's finger gently circling her pearl. Yet it was still not enough. And her brother knew it.
"Better?" he asked, deceitfully innocent as he toyed with her clit.
Dany hissed and wriggled her hips, elevating her cunt closer to his hand so he would pressed harder on her nub. But Jon stilled her hips with his other hand and Dany flopped back on the bed, deflated and staring up at the canopy bed ceiling. Now, she could cry in despair.
"You know what I want. I've asked. Nicely," she whined, with an annoyed edge to it. Her body was on fire and her beautiful, yet vexing lover was the only one that could quell it. If only he would stopped playing with his food.
She looked down at him to see him entranced as he started prodding at her entrance with his finger, already shining with her juices. An electrifying pulse struck her pussy just then, making her bite down on her lip to contain her moan.
"Patience," Jon said, not even looking up at her. "I want you to bask in this. I want to serve my Queen." His eyes finally locked on hers as he said so, his gaze heated and pupils blown. One swift glance below at his cock standing at attention and leaking pre-cum was enough to confirm that he was as affected by their ministrations as she was.
Laying back down on her elbows so she could take in the view of her beloved lavishing her sex, and once again employing her secret weapon, Dany drawled out, "then, get to it, Jacaerys Targaryen. Your Queen commands it."
Eyes flashing dangerously and wolfish grin spreading across his lips, he suddenly rammed his middle finger inside her. Dany stifled her yelp and her body jerked as she was somewhat roughly, albeit finally given some reprieve.
"As my Queen commands," Jon retorted, smirking.
He started pumping his long and skillful finger in and out, stimulating Dany into canting her hips to his beat as she let out little "oh"s and "yes"s.
"Right there, Jon. R- rig— Oh! Don't stop," Dany cried just as Jon curled his finger and hit that sweet spot that made her tummy flip in on itself.
Jon always made her feel heavenly. Sure, he would tease her, but he would never truly leave her wanting and aching. He would aways deliver on his word and worship her body in a way that no one had ever taken the time to do before. He was passionate and attentive, always listening to the little cues she didn't even know she emitted so he could find the best way to get her right where she needed to be. He also followed her verbal demands and encouraged her to enlighten him about what incensed her and what her limits were.
And Jon himself appeared to greatly indulged on servicing her so, their lovemaking always for the better after he had made her come at least once. Jon coveted her climax and eagerly descended on her after one as if rewarding her for accomplishing something incredible when he was the one that masterfully strummed her body until it sang. No one had ever made her feel as precious as Jon did.
Inevitably, Dany wanted to be good for him, too. She wanted to give him as much as he gave her, shower him in affection and make sure he never felt unwanted ever again. This beautiful man with his sincere eyes, his sculpted and defined body—made only more stunning by the scars on his pale skin telling the tale of all he overcame—and his head of luxuriously delicate curls. He was a stupefying vision and she would never tire of soaking in his bewitching comeliness.
"More?" Jon prompted and Dany all but screamed "yes" as he added a second finger into the mix. At this point, Dany was holding her eyes shut as she was sure she was going to climax in near no time, while Jon kept striking the spot that made her see stars. The squelching sounds of Jon playing with her creaming cunt filled the room and added to Dany's raging arousal. She was confident nothing could feel better than this.
But she should never underestimate her love.
Her eyes shot open as a bolt of pleasure ran through her body when she felt something wet lave up her slit. Upon looking down, Dany was treated to the sight of Jon's gorgeous curls bouncing about as his mouth preyed on her clit. His eyes were intently staring at her through the riot of his hair. All the while, his fingers kept up the work inside her channel.
Daenerys felt like weeping at the powerful assault that was overcoming her body and making it tingle in all sorts of pleasurable ways.
Following his new attentions, Jon lifted her left thigh upon his shoulder to change the angle and delve deeper inside her as he traded his fingers for his tongue. Dany's breathing was erratic now and she could barely think. Searching for something to ground her, she grabbed a fistful of his silky curls and drove herself against Jon's face. She threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy as Jon brought her ever closer to that edge.
Dany almost keeled over, it was just too much. The sensations, the sounds, the hunger in Jon's blown out pupils pinning her in place. Even the cold sweat dripping down her burning body and the silver hair tickling her back was bordering on too much. She felt hypersensitive and just about there.
"Pleasepleaseplease," her words slurred together incoherently. Tears gathering in her eyes again, she could feel the wave almost at her gate, ready to swipe her away and leave her feeling raw and new.
Noting this, Jon doubled his efforts. He switched back to his dexterous fingers that she adored so, barraging her sweet spot again and again with a fury. "I know, sweet girl. You're so close."
Dany nodded senselessly, unable to speak anymore.
"Let go, Dany. Let go."
Then, Jon put that wonderful mouth of his back on her sex and sucked as he pumped his fingers rapidly into her. At last, Dany saw white as her whole body combusted in euphoric tremors. "Jace!"
Even so, Jon didn't let up. He ravenously licked at her through her climax, lapping up all of her juices as if it was the first drop of water he encountered in the Red Waste.
Dany breathed heavily as she came down from her high and, after a minute or two, lightly tapped at Jon's back to silently beckon him to come up from her thatch of silver curls.
Dany loved when Jon set his mouth on her lower lips, but what she reveled in most was cuddling him after he had so expertly enticed an orgasm out of her as only he was proficient in.
Jon climbed up her body, mouth gleaming with her nectar, eyes finding hers as he once again leaned over her. He tantalizingly wiped at her essence that dribbled onto his chin with his thumb and then licked it clean, eyes never leaving hers. Dany felt another pang in her already spent pussy. Gods, what this unbelievable man did to her.
She then felt the same thumb pry her lips open for his own as he sensually kissed her. Dany could taste the honeyed tang of her juices on his lips, which further enamored him to her.
Jon pulled away first and Dany sighed dreamily as he tucked a few errant moonlit strands of hair away from her red tinged face. "Beautiful," he sweetly crooned, taking in her freshly gratified semblance.
Dany blushed considerably and giggled, which Jon returned with a dopey, love-drunk grin of his own. "Are you happy now, my Queen?"
"Mm..." Dany looked to the side as she pretended to ponder her answer, until a mischievous smile graced her lips. "Almost."
Without any warning, she hooked her legs around Jon's thighs and flipped them over, taking him by surprise. Jon now found himself on his back with Dany proudly arranged on top of him and softy rubbing her drenched cunt on his erect cock. Jon hissed and Dany let out another gleeful chime. "You have taken from me as dictated by the fate that brought us into this world together. For each other. Now... It's my turn."
Jon gasped as Dany gripped his member and hummed. "Mm... So big. So ready to burst. And all mine."
Jon's hands made their way to her hips, clutching tightly as she gave him a few strokes and he choked out, "D- Dany."
She smiled wickedly. "Worry not, little brother. I won't tease you although you taunted me so." Dany pouted. "As you know, I am too impatient for such games, thus, I will have you inside of me because that's where you belong. And I will not be further delayed."
—
Jon was in heaven. Blissful, agonizing heaven as Dany used the sticky pre-cum gathered at the head of his dick to slick the rest of it. His cock twitched as her small, warm hand gave another slow tug at it and Dany gave him a devilishly sweet smile. Jon's eyes rolled back as she leaned down and placed a kiss against his dick, murmuring onto it, "mine."
Then, she righted herself up and positioned herself over his cock. Jon was so keyed up, he feared that upon first contact he would blow up and end their coupling all too quickly. Which he could not have since he had to last for Dany and make it as enjoyable for her as it would be for him.
She was his sister, his love, his Queen. He was duty-bound to protect her and serve her in every way. And he also just desired to do so. Because there was no one as earnest, as kind-hearted and as compassionate as his Dany. She was unique, she was special, she was magic. She gave birth to dragons from petrified eggs after they've been gone for hundreds of years. She demolished the slaving trade in the Slaver's Bay, freeing thousands of innocents from the malevolent rule of their masters. She united the khalasars of the Great Grass Sea and the thousands of freed Unsullied that chose to follow her for her fortitude. And during the Long Night, Westeros' hour of greatest need and the North's most dire circumstance, Dany brought those same forces with her to save them all.
There was no living person in any continent that could measure up to her feats. No one that could've accomplished the things she did. That could've suffered through half the ordeals she had. That could've bathed in fire only to be reborn from the ashes unscathed and stronger than before as Daenerys did. She was the prized jewel of House Targaryen and he would treasure her as such.
He took a steadying breath to calm himself and helped guide her onto his cock. She slid down slowly, savoring him inch by inch and pleasantly humming to herself as she did so. In just a few seconds, she fully seated herself, content at finally being filled completely, his tenacious girl. Jon found himself surrounded by her warmth, her channel deliciously squeezing his cock, his brain blissing out for half a second.
Daenerys rolled her hips, slightly bringing them up and down again on his member, moaning deeply as she did so.
"Fuck, " Jon so eloquently expressed.
Dany beamed down at him as she picked up the pace. Her briskly bouncing tits and stiff, pink nipples awarding Jon with a mouth-watering sight. "Precisely, ñuha prūmia."
My heart.
That's another thing his beloved did that could send him into a frenzy. How he loved when she spoke Valyrian to him, the language of their ancestors expertly rolling off her marvelous tongue.
Gods, he was devastatingly infatuated with her.
"Dany..." he warned, but she just smiled down guilelessly at him before savagely bringing herself down on his cock.
He growled then, more than inflamed, and he tightened his grip on her hips as he started vigorously fucking into her womb. The lewd noises of their bottom regions slapping against each other making him feel impossibly harder inside her. Dany was almost unseated by the force of it, but she placed her hands on his scarred chest to balance herself and promptly matched his pace.
"Yes. J- Jace. Kessa. Kessa! Harder!" Daenerys keened.
And who was he to deny his Queen?
He thrusted deeply into her repeatedly, as she pushed back against his pelvis, both of them so close. And Jon didn't want to miss a second of her approaching crash. He lifted himself from the bed and adjusted Dany on his hips and thighs so she wouldn't be unsteadied again by his abrupt rearranging. Bringing his face right up to hers, he rasped, "I love you."
His love's glimmering violet eyes, glazed out with desire, found his and she repositioned her arms on his neck, never breaking their rhythm. One of Daenerys' hand tangled itself in the curls residing at his nape and brought him even closer to her. "I love you," she exhaled before claiming his mouth salaciously.
Jon moaned into her mouth and realized he needed to speed up her climax if he did not want to leave her wanting—for he felt merely seconds away from caving himself. He snaked a hand into the soft silver curls protecting her mound and started circling it at an incrementing pace. He immediately caught the shift in her as her hips began spasming and she parted from his lips, vocalizing raunchy wails from her mouth. Music to his ears.
Dany's eyes opened wide as she finally peaked. "JACE!" she screeched so loudly Jon was certain every soul on Dragonstone was undoubtedly aware of the activities their queen was up to and exactly who was making her squeal with such fervor.
By the Gods, was she ethereal. Tan skin glowing under the moonlight, silver hair unraveled with some sweat-soaked strands clinging to her skin, breathing uneven and violet eyes shinning with adulation for him. She was so perfect and divine. So pliable under his touch... The way her body could derive unequivocal rapture from his own engorged his pride so.
"That's it, Dany..." he mumbled as his pumping became wild. "Take it all."
He maneuvered her so Dany was on her back again, giving her a rest from their exertions as he searched for his own peak. Dany held him close when he buried his nose on the nook between her shoulder and neck. She smelled of exotic spices and lemons, utterly intoxicating. He placed sporadic kisses on the perspiration covered skin there, tasting the salt lingering on her sublime body.
Soothingly, she bid him between tender kisses to the crown of his head, "just like that, Jace... Give it all to me because what is yours is mine... Your cock, your seed... All mine."
"Fucking Gods, Dany," Jon groaned, wound up beyond belief as his dick gave one final warning pulse. After one particular thrust, Dany's pussy clenched on his cock as the aftershocks of her release were still cascading through her body, and Jon audibly howled. Her words combined with the sweet sensation of her warm cunt clamped around him making him spill his seed into her. He slowed down, but still lethargically slid into her as bursts and bursts of cum filled her womb to the brim. Until he felt her cunt had milked him dry.
Panting, he placed a loving peck on her lips, before removing his person from her body to settle down beside her. He turned his face to her to see his Queen already gazing back at him, her features relaxed into a beatific expression. Her hand reached for his face, fingers twirling around a silver curl in the mix of his ebony tresses, making Jon sigh happily.
The silver-haired miracle beside him shifted on her side so she had better access to him and leaned forward to lightly brush her lips on his overheated cheek. When she placed herself back down with her head resting on her arms, she winced uncomfortably and looked down.
Jon followed her stare inquisitively to spot his seed running down her thighs. Accommodating himself so he was also on his side and facing her, he crowded her space before languidly tracing his fingers down her body until he reached the area containing their mixed fluids. With his fingers, he pushed whatever had managed to escape back in and seductively uttered, "if what is mine is truly yours... Keep it inside where it belongs."
Dany shuddered against his red swollen lips, her eyes focusing on them and then curving her body against his while they're lips molded together once more.
—
Some minutes later, they lazily laid in bed. Daenerys' head resting partially on his naked chest and Jon drowsily rubbing her arm up and down. Dany was running her finger along the jagged scar that stretched diagonally across his chest. A reminder of the time he shielded her from an overly ambitious man who thought he could fell the Dragon Queen and become a war hero. She moved on from that one and began gently caressing the angry red crescents the Night's Watch betrayal had marred his skin with. She shivered as she did, thinking about how she almost lost him before she was even aware that he was her missing piece.
This man who had escaped from the jaws of Death one too many times. This man who was too honorable and made to suffer for having such a noble quality. This man who was forged to protect and cherish his loved ones. This man who was created for her to love in turn. This man who found his way to her over and over again, no matter what obstacles were thrown at them, because they were fated to be together.
"Jon?" she called softly as she looked over at her beloved with his closed eyes and slowed breathing.
"Mm?" he rumbled, clearly tired after they had sated themselves with each other's bodies, but never one to ignore her summons.
She was quiet for a second, staring at the tapestry of past battles that marked his chest and mildly mapping her fingers over them instead of directly confronting his countenance. Eventually, she expelled what was troubling her in a very small voice, "you'll never leave me, will you?"
She felt him stir and found herself staring straight at his mismatched eyes, for he had tilted her chin up with his thumb and index finger. Grey and red glinted down at her, devotion lighting up those eerily beautiful orbs. "Never," he lowly proclaimed with a great zeal permeating his groggy voice. His Northern burr and fervor sending butterflies scurrying around her stomach.
"What about you?" he flipped the question on her, eyes scaling down her body until he settled them on the recently healed scar occupying the left side of her torso. He reverently touched it, igniting chills up Dany's body, before staring up at her again. "Will you leave me?"
She shook her head vehemently. "Never."
"Good." He smiled, then wrapped his arms around her body to pull her closer and breath in her scent. "Because we were fashioned by the Gods for each other, to always be together and I could not bear this world without you."
Daenerys couldn't help but agree, as she poured all her passion and love for him into another soul quavering kiss.