Fic: As The Queen Commands
Title: As The Queen Commands
Author: erolyn2
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire
Pairing: Dany/Jorah
Rating: M. Things are gonna get pretty adult. You've been warned.
Word Count: 1673
Summary: Dany finds a new way to test her knight's loyalty.
Author’s Note: Written for the porn battle at Game of Ships, for the prompts "enslaved", "restraint", and "lessons learned".
Many thanks to mrstater for beta-ing, and for her encouragement.
Queen Daenerys had summoned her knight to her, but now that he was here before her she wasn’t sure what to do with him.
He had only returned to her service the previous day, and already she felt she had waited too long to speak to him. She had spoken to him in front of her court, of course, when he had begged her for forgiveness; though she had agreed to restore him to her service, a part of her wasn’t certain why she had done so, or whether she felt she could trust him.
It was late now, her bedchamber illuminated only by soft candlelight - Dany had spent most of the day trying to find the courage to send for him - and Jorah Mormont stood before her clad only in an ill-fitting tunic and breeches, which she could only assume had once belonged to a former Second Son. A slightly smaller one, from the look of it.
As she looked him over, she wondered for the hundredth time that day whether he was truly there, in the room with her. In the Dothraki Sea she had heard his voice through the grass, but he had only been a fever dream - and now here he stood. She remembered how much she had wanted to see his face, to let him wrap her in his arms.
But this was no dream, and she could not allow herself to forget what he had done. That he had lied to her, betrayed her.
And paid the price. Or so it seemed. But has he truly learned? She brushed her fingers over the slavers’ brand that marred his cheek, ignoring the way he flinched when she touched it.
“You were an unruly slave, Ser Jorah.”
He was watching her very closely, but said nothing.
“The imp told me you only broke when you heard I had wed.”
She waited, but still he was silent. Only I can break you. She regretted her power over him, and all the pain it had caused them both, but she could not deny that some part of her also enjoyed it. If you had succumbed before, if you had only apologized, perhaps all of this might have been avoided. She needed to be sure he understood - that he could put aside his pride and allow her to rule. Dany traced the demon’s face slowly with her thumb before removing her hand and settling it on his chest.
“You would not be unruly for me, would you, my bear?”
His face twisted a little in confusion. “I swore a vow to obey you, Your Grace.”
“Do you believe your vows still stand, ser? After I have named you traitor, and banished you from my service?”
“I will swear them again, if you wish it. Every hour of every day.”
Dany pressed a finger to his lips before her knight could continue. She had no desire to hear more of his braying about loyalty and love, not now. Not when she was still unsure whether she could believe any word that left his treacherous mouth.
“And you would do anything I asked?” she murmured, undoing the laces of his tunic to slip her hands underneath, across his broad chest and around to the sides of his neck. His pulse was warm against her fingers.
“Anything.”
Without further discussion, she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him.
At first he stood shocked, but soon Jorah’s lips melted into hers, and she allowed him to grip the back of her neck as their tongues met. She had almost forgotten how he tasted. She nearly slipped back into the memory of the first time - the last time - he had kissed her, but then he reached for her waist and Dany had to slap his hands away.
“Did I grant you permission to touch me, ser?”
He paused for a long moment, perplexed.
“No,” he growled.
“I am your queen, and you will obey me. Is that understood?”
The knight swallowed slowly, his eyes searching hers. He nodded.
Dany slid her arms back around his neck and resumed their embrace. She reached for his hands and settled them at her hips, and was pleased when he did not attempt to move them further. For a moment she allowed herself to relax, to enjoy the press of his mouth and the roughness of his tongue, to let her thoughts fade and simply feel. But then she remembered - I must not let him gain the upper hand.
She withdrew her mouth, ignoring Jorah’s low grumble of protest, and stepped back, out of his embrace. Silently, she pulled her thin gown over her head and perched on the edge of her bed, dangling her legs over the edge.
“Kneel, ser.”
Her knight obeyed, his eyes locked on her bare breasts as he dropped to one knee before her. She spread her legs apart and leaned back.
“I command you to pleasure me.”
Jorah shot her a curious look, as though he couldn’t possibly have heard her correctly, and for a long moment he simply waited for confirmation. When she raised an eyebrow, he smirked in return and leaned forward. His hand curled around one of her legs as his mouth trailed slowly up its length, and when he reached the center he planted a slow kiss there as well.
Dany leaned her head back and moaned softly as his expert tongue dipped between her folds. You’ve done this before. She immediately chastised herself for the thought; his past was no concern of hers. Wasn’t that the purpose of this exercise - to ignore the past?
Her fingers gripped the thinning hairs at the back of his head, her back arching as he explored her, and when he found the right spot she cried out, and suddenly something inside her unwound and she broke against his mouth, biting back a scream.
Jorah waited for her to catch her breath before he rose to stand before her, awaiting his next instruction. Dany could see the outline of his arousal through his breeches. Did you enjoy that, my bear? She reached out to untie the straining laces and freed him from the confining cloth. He gasped as she took him in her hand, stroking her fingers along his length.
“Are you my man now, Ser Jorah? Mine and mine alone?”
“Yes,” he moaned, “Always. Khaleesi…”
“Lie down,” she ordered, releasing him.
Dany scooted down a little to give him room, and waited for him to tug his breeches off before he stretched out next to her. She considered toying with him a bit, now that she had him in a compromising position, but found she didn’t have the heart for it. Instead she swung her legs around him an d lowered herself slowly down until he filled her completely, and began to move the way Doreah had taught her, so long ago.
“Daenerys…”
“Your Grace,” she corrected.
Her bear only groaned in response, digging his fingers into her hips as he pulled her roughly into him. Again she slapped at his hands, pushing them away from her, and sat perfectly still.
“Oh, gods, don’t stop,” Jorah moaned.
Dany sat back, incensed. “Do you presume to command me, ser?”
“No, I…Daenerys…Your Grace…please…”
She smirked at the “please”, at the desperation in his voice. That’s right. Beg for it. Traitor.
“What did you say?”
“Khaleesi…”
I suppose that will have to do. She was already tired of teasing him. Dany rocked forward again, increasing her pace, and replaced Jorah’s hands on her thighs.
She had intended to remain calm, to keep control, but before long she forgot to think, forgot to remember that she had a point to make, forgot that there had ever been a moment when they were not connected like this, that they were separate beings. She forgot to discipline her knight when his hands slowly worked their way up along her torso and found her breasts, tracing her nipples in slow circles with his thumbs. For a moment, the queen even forgot to avoid her knight’s gaze, and when his eyes caught hers she gasped in surprise, and remembered.
My bear. How many times had she looked to him for advice, for comfort? How often had she glanced at him and seen those same eyes looking back at her with devotion - with love - just as they were now, in spite of everything: the lies, the anger, all her failures…
Control, she thought desperately, Everything I have tried to control has turned to ashes. In her darkest hours all she had longed for was guidance, for someone to show her the way. I want my bear.
“Jorah…fuck me…”
With a growl, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her back. He was still inside her, but only moved to nip lightly at her throat. Dany tugged at the ends of his tunic until he lifted it swiftly over his head and breathed a heavy sigh when his skin finally met hers.
Only then did he obey her demand, pounding her roughly into her sheets. She tried to grip his back for support, but wherever her fingers landed they found scars or half-healed welts, and she found herself struggling to blink back tears before Jorah could see them. But he must have noticed her distress, because he shifted his weight to one arm and cupped her face with the other and kissed her hard until she forgot the scars and gave over to the rhythm of his thrusts. When he finally succumbed, shuddering against her, she went with him, crying out his name.
For a few long minutes he hovered over her, trying to catch his breath, and nuzzled his nose along her neck and up to her face, where he paused.
“May I kiss you, Your Grace?”
Dany smirked and tipped her head up to meet his lips. “Daenerys,” she corrected
She watched a slow smile spread across his mouth as he pressed it to hers.
“Daenerys.”
Author: erolyn2
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire
Pairing: Dany/Jorah
Rating: M. Things are gonna get pretty adult. You've been warned.
Word Count: 1673
Summary: Dany finds a new way to test her knight's loyalty.
Author’s Note: Written for the porn battle at Game of Ships, for the prompts "enslaved", "restraint", and "lessons learned".
Many thanks to mrstater for beta-ing, and for her encouragement.
Queen Daenerys had summoned her knight to her, but now that he was here before her she wasn’t sure what to do with him.
He had only returned to her service the previous day, and already she felt she had waited too long to speak to him. She had spoken to him in front of her court, of course, when he had begged her for forgiveness; though she had agreed to restore him to her service, a part of her wasn’t certain why she had done so, or whether she felt she could trust him.
It was late now, her bedchamber illuminated only by soft candlelight - Dany had spent most of the day trying to find the courage to send for him - and Jorah Mormont stood before her clad only in an ill-fitting tunic and breeches, which she could only assume had once belonged to a former Second Son. A slightly smaller one, from the look of it.
As she looked him over, she wondered for the hundredth time that day whether he was truly there, in the room with her. In the Dothraki Sea she had heard his voice through the grass, but he had only been a fever dream - and now here he stood. She remembered how much she had wanted to see his face, to let him wrap her in his arms.
But this was no dream, and she could not allow herself to forget what he had done. That he had lied to her, betrayed her.
And paid the price. Or so it seemed. But has he truly learned? She brushed her fingers over the slavers’ brand that marred his cheek, ignoring the way he flinched when she touched it.
“You were an unruly slave, Ser Jorah.”
He was watching her very closely, but said nothing.
“The imp told me you only broke when you heard I had wed.”
She waited, but still he was silent. Only I can break you. She regretted her power over him, and all the pain it had caused them both, but she could not deny that some part of her also enjoyed it. If you had succumbed before, if you had only apologized, perhaps all of this might have been avoided. She needed to be sure he understood - that he could put aside his pride and allow her to rule. Dany traced the demon’s face slowly with her thumb before removing her hand and settling it on his chest.
“You would not be unruly for me, would you, my bear?”
His face twisted a little in confusion. “I swore a vow to obey you, Your Grace.”
“Do you believe your vows still stand, ser? After I have named you traitor, and banished you from my service?”
“I will swear them again, if you wish it. Every hour of every day.”
Dany pressed a finger to his lips before her knight could continue. She had no desire to hear more of his braying about loyalty and love, not now. Not when she was still unsure whether she could believe any word that left his treacherous mouth.
“And you would do anything I asked?” she murmured, undoing the laces of his tunic to slip her hands underneath, across his broad chest and around to the sides of his neck. His pulse was warm against her fingers.
“Anything.”
Without further discussion, she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him.
At first he stood shocked, but soon Jorah’s lips melted into hers, and she allowed him to grip the back of her neck as their tongues met. She had almost forgotten how he tasted. She nearly slipped back into the memory of the first time - the last time - he had kissed her, but then he reached for her waist and Dany had to slap his hands away.
“Did I grant you permission to touch me, ser?”
He paused for a long moment, perplexed.
“No,” he growled.
“I am your queen, and you will obey me. Is that understood?”
The knight swallowed slowly, his eyes searching hers. He nodded.
Dany slid her arms back around his neck and resumed their embrace. She reached for his hands and settled them at her hips, and was pleased when he did not attempt to move them further. For a moment she allowed herself to relax, to enjoy the press of his mouth and the roughness of his tongue, to let her thoughts fade and simply feel. But then she remembered - I must not let him gain the upper hand.
She withdrew her mouth, ignoring Jorah’s low grumble of protest, and stepped back, out of his embrace. Silently, she pulled her thin gown over her head and perched on the edge of her bed, dangling her legs over the edge.
“Kneel, ser.”
Her knight obeyed, his eyes locked on her bare breasts as he dropped to one knee before her. She spread her legs apart and leaned back.
“I command you to pleasure me.”
Jorah shot her a curious look, as though he couldn’t possibly have heard her correctly, and for a long moment he simply waited for confirmation. When she raised an eyebrow, he smirked in return and leaned forward. His hand curled around one of her legs as his mouth trailed slowly up its length, and when he reached the center he planted a slow kiss there as well.
Dany leaned her head back and moaned softly as his expert tongue dipped between her folds. You’ve done this before. She immediately chastised herself for the thought; his past was no concern of hers. Wasn’t that the purpose of this exercise - to ignore the past?
Her fingers gripped the thinning hairs at the back of his head, her back arching as he explored her, and when he found the right spot she cried out, and suddenly something inside her unwound and she broke against his mouth, biting back a scream.
Jorah waited for her to catch her breath before he rose to stand before her, awaiting his next instruction. Dany could see the outline of his arousal through his breeches. Did you enjoy that, my bear? She reached out to untie the straining laces and freed him from the confining cloth. He gasped as she took him in her hand, stroking her fingers along his length.
“Are you my man now, Ser Jorah? Mine and mine alone?”
“Yes,” he moaned, “Always. Khaleesi…”
“Lie down,” she ordered, releasing him.
Dany scooted down a little to give him room, and waited for him to tug his breeches off before he stretched out next to her. She considered toying with him a bit, now that she had him in a compromising position, but found she didn’t have the heart for it. Instead she swung her legs around him an d lowered herself slowly down until he filled her completely, and began to move the way Doreah had taught her, so long ago.
“Daenerys…”
“Your Grace,” she corrected.
Her bear only groaned in response, digging his fingers into her hips as he pulled her roughly into him. Again she slapped at his hands, pushing them away from her, and sat perfectly still.
“Oh, gods, don’t stop,” Jorah moaned.
Dany sat back, incensed. “Do you presume to command me, ser?”
“No, I…Daenerys…Your Grace…please…”
She smirked at the “please”, at the desperation in his voice. That’s right. Beg for it. Traitor.
“What did you say?”
“Khaleesi…”
I suppose that will have to do. She was already tired of teasing him. Dany rocked forward again, increasing her pace, and replaced Jorah’s hands on her thighs.
She had intended to remain calm, to keep control, but before long she forgot to think, forgot to remember that she had a point to make, forgot that there had ever been a moment when they were not connected like this, that they were separate beings. She forgot to discipline her knight when his hands slowly worked their way up along her torso and found her breasts, tracing her nipples in slow circles with his thumbs. For a moment, the queen even forgot to avoid her knight’s gaze, and when his eyes caught hers she gasped in surprise, and remembered.
My bear. How many times had she looked to him for advice, for comfort? How often had she glanced at him and seen those same eyes looking back at her with devotion - with love - just as they were now, in spite of everything: the lies, the anger, all her failures…
Control, she thought desperately, Everything I have tried to control has turned to ashes. In her darkest hours all she had longed for was guidance, for someone to show her the way. I want my bear.
“Jorah…fuck me…”
With a growl, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her back. He was still inside her, but only moved to nip lightly at her throat. Dany tugged at the ends of his tunic until he lifted it swiftly over his head and breathed a heavy sigh when his skin finally met hers.
Only then did he obey her demand, pounding her roughly into her sheets. She tried to grip his back for support, but wherever her fingers landed they found scars or half-healed welts, and she found herself struggling to blink back tears before Jorah could see them. But he must have noticed her distress, because he shifted his weight to one arm and cupped her face with the other and kissed her hard until she forgot the scars and gave over to the rhythm of his thrusts. When he finally succumbed, shuddering against her, she went with him, crying out his name.
For a few long minutes he hovered over her, trying to catch his breath, and nuzzled his nose along her neck and up to her face, where he paused.
“May I kiss you, Your Grace?”
Dany smirked and tipped her head up to meet his lips. “Daenerys,” she corrected
She watched a slow smile spread across his mouth as he pressed it to hers.
“Daenerys.”