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[ungentle]

Daenerys knew the North very well by now, as much as she knew it wasn't hers.

She'd spent practically her whole life in Winterfell, under Lord Eddard's -- protection?  Care?  Watchful eye?  Possibly some combination -- and truly, she was grateful of it.  Surely her life could have taken other, less civil turns: exile, perhaps, or being killed like the rest of her family.  She wasn't a Stark, she had always known she didn't quite belong, but she was looked after by the Starks, this for reasons she was only just beginning to understand.  (It fascinated her that not killing children was considered a matter of politics and not of basic decency, but then, she was only a young girl, she wasn't meant to understand these things.)

It wasn't uncommon for the once-princess to seek out privacy and quiet when her day's work was done.  She'd been a striking girl and she'd grown into an even more striking woman, and even despite the whispered worries about her lineage, she had always received a great deal of attention; she was as good and polite as she could be when approached, but this tendency to run off and hide, though not entirely ladylike, stemmed from a desire to avoid such attention.  She often retreated to the godswood, though not from any particular religious inclination so much as that she knew it was unlikely she'd be disturbed there, at least by anyone who wasn't welcome to disturb her.

Today's earlier raven from King's Landing, though innocuous enough, had sent Daenerys into a mood: carefully disguised, hardly noticeable to most, but nonetheless one she felt she needed to be alone, or mostly alone, to sort through.  If anyone were to look for her, or just to stumble across her, they'd find her in the godswood, bundled in a cloak and deep in thought.

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[blackbastard]

He hears Daenerys say the word "yes", but when combined with the dreamy look on her face and the sound of her voice, Jon's desires turn the word into "more". And so he endeavors to do, moving his mouth faster, his tongue deeper and more firmly. Jon believes he remembers that there's a kind of finish line to this race, but doesn't rightly know what will happen when she gets there.

It does occur to him, though, that it'll be the most pleasing race he's ever seen. The whole mixture of sights and sounds and Daenerys is somewhat taking its toll on him, though. Jon shifts his weight, trying to relieve the hardness that is almost painful.

[ungentle]

"More" is something she wouldn't have thought to ask, but it's the most glorious thing she can think of right now, too. She thrusts her hips against his mouth and spreads her legs yet wider, responding by pure instinct. She can feel the warmth spreading from her belly through her body, she can't hardly control the moans falling from her lips.

"Jon," she breathes, "Yes, keep -- there." She braces one hand against his shoulder, fingertips pressing into his skin so as to urge him on.

[blackbastard]

He feels the hand on his shoulder, hears the urgency and command in Daenerys' voice and Jon wants to crow in satisfaction. Not only is he pleasing her, it seems like he's doing a damn good job of it, and if there is what the lady wants, it's what she'll get.

Jon concentrates his efforts wherever makes Daenerys moan the loudest, drunk on the taste of her, his own lusts temporarily forgotten in his need to satisfy her.

[ungentle]

They're alone, the chance of them being found out is all but nonexistent, but Daenerys is still so startled by the volume of her moans that she tries for a moment to quiet them with her free hand, for a moment almost succeeding before sensation overtakes her so much that she can barely find the will to keep her limbs held any way but where they might fall.

"I -- I think --" Her body feels so wound up tight, shivers and waves of heat rush through her alternately, and all she can think is close.

[blackbastard]

He can feel the tension, pulling Daenerys taut like a bowstring. In his mind, Jon can almost picture her standing on the edge of a great height, but instead of wanting to catch her or pull her back, everything inside of him is demanding he push her right over. And so he does everything he can to do just that, reaching up as he does to find Daenerys' hand, instinctively lacing his fingers with hers so she can squeeze as hard as she likes.

[ungentle]

Oh, she'll take advantage of that, and the pressure she puts on his hand increases and increases and she keens and thrusts her hips against his mouth hard as she can and her eyes flutter shut and --

"Jon," she wails, and just like that her grip on him lessens and she knows she's reached it, she's sated and feeling so, so wonderful.

[blackbastard]

He's surprised by the strength in Daenerys' hand as she squeezes his, and even more by how hard her hips move against his mouth, but by the looks of it, the strongest thing of all is the feeling that blows through her body like a storm, hard enough to make her shout his name. And hearing that? Jon's sure he's never been prouder of himself.

When it seems her body has calmed from the experience, he crawls back up her body, wiping his mouth on his arm before kissing her stomach, her breasts, her throat. Jon notices immediately that in his concentration on Daenerys, his own readiness has slipped a little. Moving on instinct, he gingerly guides her hand to his cock.

[ungentle]

She doesn't even really register how powerfully she's gripping him (she'd likely apologize if she did) but what it amounts to is she's channeling all of her passion into just that one little action, so of course it's going to be uncommon strong. She's too worked up to do anything but.

When she notices where he's moving her hand, though, Daenerys smiles slow, playful as she can in the aftermath. Here, the hold she has on him is nothing but careful, tender even, and it's almost testing the waters as she runs her hand up his length then back down it. "Let me," she whispers. It's the least she can do after he managed to bring her to that

[blackbastard]

His body and breath shudder when Daenerys' had circles his cock and begins to gently stroke it. Jon's had a few goes at pleasuring himself before, like most healthy young men, but the her touch is otherworldly in the way the sensations rush from her fingers straight through his body like lightning. "Oh... Oh, Daenerys... That feels so good..."

The words sound entirely inadequate, but they're the best Jon has got at the moment. If the stories are true and his manhood has even more pleasures to experience, Jon's not sure he'll survive them.

[ungentle]

"I should hope," she murmurs teasingly, moving her hand up and down slowly. "You deserve to feel just as good as you've made me feel." With a raise of her eyebrows that indicates that someday soon, she intends to properly reciprocate, but right now she can't imagine anything that would mean they'd have to break the close position the were in.

She brushes her thumb over the head, circling it and then moving to trace the tip. His expression tells her that her goal is very much being met.

[blackbastard]

"Believe me, I do." But then Jon sees the expression on her face and the implication registers. His eyes go wide because just the idea that she would consider it, let alone have a look of anticipation about it is enough that he's swelling even more quickly in her grip.

He groans loud and long. There's lightning and fire coursing all through him, and they haven't even started doing it yet. "As much as it would be heaven to have you do that some more... I'm ready again." Which is an understatement. He's seen bars of iron in the blacksmith's shop less rigid.

[ungentle]

There's no reason in her mind that she wouldn't consider it, look forward to it. She wants to know his body as intimately as he's quickly learning hers, it's fair and appealing both. She hopes he's excited about it too, but then she's got all the proof she could need that he is.

"Good," she murmurs, but her hand doesn't yet leave him. She's waiting for him to prompt her, really. "Good, because I -- I need you."

[blackbastard]

If there's something Jon knows he should remember, it's that Daenerys Targaryen is not and never has been like other women, and so he really should stop being surprised about things like her interest in pleasing him. The fact that they're... whatever they are... was a big enough surprise to start with.

"I need you, too," he whispers. "And as far as I have a say in it, you'll always have me, Daenerys." Jon shifts back into position, stretching out above her, with his cock pressed between her legs. He reaches down and between his hand and hers, Jon finds himself at her entrance and slowly begins to press inside.

[ungentle]

The other thing he should remember is that he, Jon Snow, is not and has never been like other men. Not in the ways constantly being held over his head -- those don't mean anything, as far as Daenerys is concerned. But he's not crude and harsh and selfish, he's caring, he looks out for others, why wouldn't she (or anyone else, but anyone else doesn't matter right now) care for him and want him?

She moves her hips to meet him, smiling encouragingly; all her nerves are vanished, have been since that first exquisite high was reached. "Always," she repeats. "I like the sound of that."

[blackbastard]

It's a bit of slow going-- part because Jon is just overwhelmingly concerned about not hurting her and part because this is their first time and, well, Jon would leave it at the idea he's never been so happy to be squeezed so tightly. But his efforts have definitely eased the way and soon enough, he's sheathed completely inside of her and it takes his breath away.

He's never felt so warm and so wanted. He's never felt this kind of affection wrapping itself around him, and all those feelings are being doubled and increased by the sheer physical sensation of being inside of a girl for the first time. When his head stops spinning a little, Daenerys' words register with him and he smiles. "Yeah, I do, too."

Jon knows he's filling her. He must be considering how she feels around his length. "Are you all right?"

[ungentle]

It's slow, impossibly slow; there's a part of Daenerys that feels almost like telling him to hurry it along, though she knows he's going carefully out of consideration and that she'll likely be thankful for it. The second he starts to enter her, though, she starts to feel impossibly needy, her heart's going even faster, she wants him to hurry and take all the time in the world and never, ever stop.

It's a strange feeling, having him inside her like this, but it's -- it's a good strange, like now they're just that much more together. "I am," she assures him, holding his gaze and nodding very determinedly. She isn't sure how to ask for what she wants, she's not even sure what it is, but she settles for rocking her hips against his, hoping he'll keep it up.

[blackbastard]

It feels good. Amazing, fantastic, unbelievable... all words that just seem too small for what Jon's experiencing, and somehow it seems to not just be the fact that he's buried inside of Daenerys-- it's the way she looks at him and holds him and how very badly he wants to always be this close and this connected.

Jon finds that he understands now why so many of the men's stories of sex describe it as fast and hard and rough. It's taking strength for him not to chase the sensation with abandon, disregarding his lover's needs and comfort. But he can't, not with her gazing up at him as she is. Now that they've settled, he starts to move against Daenerys and the good becomes incredible.

[ungentle]

Daenerys hasn't heard a terrible lot about what it actually feels like; she's overheard bragging and innuendos, but no real descriptions. Maybe there isn't a good enough way to, or maybe it feels different for some people, lots of people don't get to lay with someone they feel this -- this connection to. That must be it.

The absolute instant Jon begins moving, though, Daenerys keens, her hands traveling up and down his back. She bites her lip, getting used to the rhythm of him and the way he fills her.

[blackbastard]

Jon's eyes close almost immediately as soon as he's moving, because the sensation of stroking inside of her is overwhelmingly good. He could be connected this way to her pretty well forever, as far as he's concerned. Between the heat and the wet and the pressure of her around his length, he's certain he's found heaven.

He opens his eyes, though, when Daenerys makes a sound he's never heard before, immediately praying that it was a good one, as he's been moaning and groaning quite a bit already. A look into her eyes reassures him and he presses against her some more, making his gasp out her name.

[ungentle]

It's more of that instinct that tells her to move with him, to arch her back and push her hips against him like she had when it was his mouth working at her, and so she does. She wants little more than to bring him the kind of joy he's already brought her.

When he says her name like that, she's sure she's going to, and though they keep moving like this, their bodies quickly learning each other's patterns, she brings his face to hers so she can kiss him, swallowing his sounds greedily.

[blackbastard]

Admittedly, Jon had been a little bit worried about the prospects of two virgins getting together being able to end up with a result that was satisfying for the both of them, but as it was turning out, having not a lot of preconceived notions about sex was helping things along. For instance, he'd never have thought of Daenerys moving with him, their bodies rising and falling in rhythm. But with the way that feels, it has to be massively better than if she were simply lying there and taking it.

As the sensations intensified down there, so did their kisses. Jon's tongue swept inside of her mouth, tasting her and teasing her. "Gods... Gods, you feel so good, Daenerys."

[ungentle]

Daenerys hasn't given too much thought to the act in any context, really. It wasn't a thing that nice ladies spoke of, and what innuendo she'd overheard -- well, she tried not to pay that much mind. She understood the basics, but that the rest was shaping up to be rather something her body could figure out in the moment, something their bodies could figure out together, that was really rather beautiful, she thinks.

And she did know that the reason, or one of the reasons, she'd chose to lay with Jon was that with him, she wouldn't want to just take it. She'd want to participate.

Her tongue meets his, her mouth twists up in a smile, her hands trace up and down his back. "You, too," she murmurs (this dirty talk business is going to take a bit longer, she thinks). And then, with a glint in her eye, she moves one of his hands to her breast.

[blackbastard]

Kissing Daenerys was-- well, he couldn't fairly say it was his most favorite thing in the world, not anymore-- but it was still pretty amazing, and he was sure it always would be. It was almost disappointing when she moved back from him, but that ended quickly. Jon gently caressed her breast, and even chanced to give it a slight squeeze.

"I know I sound like such a man, but I really do love these," he said, not really able to keep from laughing softly.

And with all that, they still moved against each other, the pleasure washing over him like waves.

[ungentle]

Daenerys joined in his laughter, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you might," she replied as lightly as she could, arching up a bit as if in an invitation for him to play more.

The feeling of his hand at her breast combined with that of him inside her was, she thought, one of the most splendid things she'd ever experienced, and she moaned at it unashamedly, leaning to press her mouth against the skin of his shoulder.

[blackbastard]

As they continued to move and writhe together, Jon's explorations continued. After a bit, he craned his neck downward some to take the rosy tip of Daenerys' breast into his mouth, suckling it gently and marveling at the way it tightened under his lips. "I'd like to spend a very long time finding out all the things that make you feel good," Jon mused.

And even though it wasn't likely they'd have very much of that time, it was a very pleasant thought indeed. He groaned again while warmth continued to grow and swell in his belly as he stroked inside of her.