Do me (Patreon)

A bonus story this week, because in two weeks, I'll be publishing it for a Jonerys event on AO3.  Enjoy

“You are a life saver,” Daenerys swore through chattering teeth.

“I don’t think you can call me that until I make sure you don’t succumb to hypothermia,” Jon replied. “Here, let me get the heat.”

He turned the dial in his car to full blast and quickly closed off the vents by the driver’s seat.  Dany thanked him profusely and rubbed her hands in front of the blessed, warm air being pumped her way.  It was late May, not that you’d know it from winter’s stubborn refusal to bugger off.  It hadn’t snowed in a month, but King’s Landing was still far too cold, in her opinion, particularly if you ended up soaked to the bone from the freak thunderstorm she got caught in.

“What possessed you to walk out in this anyway?” Jon asked.

“It wasn’t raining when I left,” she grumbled.“Wasn’t a cloud in the bloody sky.”

“Really?” he asked in genuine surprise. “Guess I hadn’t looked outside much today.”

“Ghost didn’t need his walks?” she asked.

“My mum took him before she left,” he replied. “I’ve been stuck inside all day finishing up my last project.”

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” Dany said with concern.

“No,” he sighed. “I had just finished up.  Last time I leave anything to the last minute.”

“It’s all due Monday, right?” she asked.

“Two bloody days,” he grumbled. “I’m an idiot.”

“No, you’re not,” she said sympathetically.“You’ve just been distracted.”

“You’re right about that,” he muttered.

She winced at her own stupidity.  His ‘distraction’ had been the breakup of his first ever serious relationship.  Two years they’d dated, him and Ygritte Wylde; two years she’d had to suffer putting up with the ginger menace.  She sighed internally, hating herself for feeling even the slightest bit of satisfaction at her long-time rival being jettisoned out of her life when it had hurt her friend so badly.  She had hated Ygritte almost from the moment she laid eyes on her, something that seemed to have been mutual from that moment onand obvious to all exceptfor the boy who forced them into each other’s lives.  That boy was Jon Snow, Dany’s next-door neighbor, and best friend, who she just happened to be in love with.

They had met in the summer before fifth grade, when his mother, Lyanna, moved into the house next door to her family.  Said family included her brother Rhaegar, his wife Elia, and their children Rhaenys and Aegon.  The beginning of her life was defined by tragedy.  Her father, a lunatic by all accounts, obsessed with dragons, flying, and building his own planes, had taken her brother Viserys up with him in one of his experiments while her mother was pregnant and crashed it, killing them both.  The losses, combined with the stress of her completely unplanned, late-life pregnancy, proved too much for her mother, who died giving birth to her during a storm much like the one she was suffering at that moment.  She was taken in by Rhaegar and grew up with her niece and nephew, both of whom were older than her, as siblings.  The tragedy didn’t affect her, and she didn’t even learn about it until much later.  Rather, she grew up loved and happy, with family and friends and everything else a child needed.  Said friends included Jon, the boy next door, whom she saw as just a boy, until she didn’t.

He was a late bloomer in her defense.  Remaining young-looking and short into the first year of high school.  She didn’t care; he was her friend, her confidant, and though she would never have told him, she saw him as one of the girls.  He was the one she confided in about her crush on her first boyfriend and possible biggest mistake, Drogo Khal.  He had been the one whose shoulder she cried on when it turned out, shockingly, that the senior boy had just been looking to take advantage of her naivety and innocence and hadn’t wanted to actually date a freshman.  Then one day, seemingly overnight, Jon Snow transformed from her best friend, who was a boy, to the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

It wasn’t that quick, she was sure; she had just been blind to it.  All she knew was that she returned from the summer long vacation her family took after her first year of high school to find that Jon looked about a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than she remembered.  A combination of the intense interest in fitness he had developed when he was twelve and puberty hitting him like a truck had really worked out in his favor.  That hundred pounds of muscle she swore wasn’t there before had come with a hundred-pound girlfriend she appreciated far less.  So it was, cliché of clichés, that Dany realized she wanted her friend to be far more than a friend, only to learn that he was taken.

That had been the last two years of her life.  She started a relationship with Daario Naharis a few months later, another stellar decision on her part.  She had put up with his cheating arse for just over a year before deciding dating just wasn’t worth it, and Jon had continued to be her unrequited crush.  Her dearest girl friends, Margaery and Missandei, knew, but otherwise she had just put up with it, accepting that Jon was just out of her reach, utterly unattainable.  Until two weeks ago.

It had been building for a while, or so Marg had insisted for months, but to her it had been as out of the blue as Jon’s transformation.  An uncomfortably public fight just outside their school had ended with Ygritte screaming that they were done and storming off.  Dany had rushed to his side and helped her seemingly shell-shocked friend away.  He had opened up to her a little since, and she assured him that she was there for him, but she had still gotten very few details about what led to the public blowup.

“Feeling any better?” Jon asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Some thank you,” she replied warmly. “Summer can come any day now.”

“Suppose it is still kinda cold for a southern girl,” Jon teased.

Dany rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, earning a laugh from her Northern friend.  Although he had lived in the south for nearly half his life, he still liked to joke about how much better he could handle the cold.  She wanted to make some crack about how he should keep her warm but chickened out.  She had been chickening out a lot over the last two weeks, unsure of just how to handle her newly single friend.  She knew it would be a while before he’d be willing to move on.  She herself had only been on a couple minor dates since dumping Daario months ago, and after they went nowhere, she decided to swear off dating all together for a while.  Finally, their houses came into view, but before she could celebrate and focus on the very hot, very long bath she was going to take, Jon startled her.

“Oh no,” he hissed, going pale.

“What?” she asked.

“No, no, no, no,” he muttered, seemingly not even hearing her.

Without warning, he pulled quickly into his driveway and jumped out of the car, not even bothering to lock it.

“Jon!” she called after him.

He paid her no mind and tore off like a bat out of hell, opening his door as quickly as he could and practically tripping over his giant dog in his race to get inside.  Now thoroughly worried, she locked his car doors and rushed inside his house.  Ghost had taken off after his freaked-out owner, and she could see the path of water up the stairs.  She took off her shoes, something he clearly hadn’t bothered with, and rushed up to see him in his room, muttering expletives over a completely soaked piece of paper.

“Oh shit,” she whispered.

“I’m fucked,” Jon lamented, “completely fucked.”

“How many pieces did you lose?” she asked.

“Just the one, thank the gods,” he muttered. “The window must have blown open.  I swore I locked the damned thing.”

She looked around the room, noting the various artworks littered around, including a gorgeous painted landscape drying on an easel in the far corner.  It was clearly what he had been finishing when she called him.

“What was it?” she asked, unable to ascertain from the ruined page.

“A sketch,” he replied. “It was the first thing I did for the year-end project, the simplest thing I needed to do.”

“At least there’s that,” she piped up, trying to offer some encouragement. “Could you redo it before Monday?”

“Yes...uh, kinda,” he replied, “it wasn’t hard, but I’d need a model, and I can’t exactly ask my old one.”

Dany was too focused on the apparent lifeline to notice how much his tone darkened with that last statement.

“Model for what?” she asked.

“It was a nude piece,” Jon replied, looking back at the ruined drawing.

“Nude,” she thought to herself,“it was Ygritte, wasn’t it?  That’s why he can’t ask.”

The thought burned in her, and before she could even consider it, two words came rushing out of her mouth.

“Do me,” she said.

“What?!”

“What?!”

Jon and her brain had the same idea at that moment.  She belatedly realized that she had just offered to pose naked for him and froze like a deer in headlights.

“Uh, yeah,” she pressed on, despite her own internal panic. “Its only fair.  You would have noticed the window sooner if I hadn’t called you away...”

“You really don’t need to...” he cut her off.

“It’s no big deal,” she continued, “you need a model; I’m here and willing to help, why not?”

“Wow, Dany, that’s...” he trailed off for a moment. “Thank you, really.”

“Besides, it’s not like I don’t need to get out of these clothes anyway,” she finished, gesturing to her soaked form.

“Gods, you must be freezing!” he exclaimed, immediately concerned for her again.

“I’ve been warmer,” she quipped.

“Do you want to shower and warm up?” he asked. “I could grab you a towel and throw your clothes in the dryer.”

Her face lit up, and she forgot for a moment what she had offered.

“You’re the best, Jon,” she exclaimed, “though nothing I’m wearing should ever see a dryer.  If I hang them, by the time we’re done, they should do fine for the arduous trip home.”

He laughed at that a left to grab her a towel.

“What the hell was that?” she thought to herself the moment he left. “This is something Margaery would do.  Of course, Margaery would have somehow arranged for the original sketch to be ruined.  Love the girl to death, but she is scary determined when she wants something.”

Daenerys ducked into the bathroom and turned the shower on.  Thinking of her scary friend made her realize that she might be exactly who to turn to for advice.  She grabbed her phone, thankfully not ruined by her soaking, and called her.

“Hey Dany,” Margaery said, answering on the first ring. “What’s up?”

“You have to help me,” Daenerys said.

“Are you in trouble?” Margaery asked, sounding concerned. “Is that a shower I here?”

“Huge trouble, and yes, it’s Jon’s shower,” Daenerys replied.

“Good for you!” Margaery exclaimed, “look, if you need a morning-after pill, I can…”

“It’s not that!” Daenerys hissed. “I got caught out in the storm, and he came to pick me up because he’s just the perfect man, but his drawing got rained on, and it’s a nude, and I promised to pose for his replacement.”

“So, do you think you’ll need a morning-after pill?” Margaery snickered.

“Marg!” Daenerys exclaimed.

“Dany, this isn’t a problem; it’s a solution,” Margaery said. “I’m honestly impressed.”

“I knew I should have called Missy,” Daenerys groaned.

“Ignoring that,” Margaery said. “Listen, what’s the problem?”

“It’s Jon,” Daenerys replied.

“Yes, hot, gorgeous, newly single Jon, who you’ve wanted to fuck for two years now,” Margaery said.  “This is your opportunity to make him see you in that light, though I still insist he already has.”

“I just wanted the first time he saw me naked to be after a date,” Daenerys complained, “when I had had time to make sure I looked as good as possible.  It’s been so long, I haven’t even bothered to shave down there in ages.”

Margaery snorted, saying, “you think that feral bitch he inflicted on us for years ever did?  Your legs and armpits are done, right?”

“I swore off dating; I didn’t join a commune,” Daenerys replied.

“Then here’s what you’re going to do,” Margaery said, “you’re going to strip down and strut into the room like you belong there.  You’re going to lay down on his bed on your back, stretch your arms over your head, and give him your best ‘fuck me eyes.’  Once he’s done, walk over and look at the sketch.  Say something like, ‘is that what I really look like?’ while grasping his bicep, and when he compliments you, look up into his eyes, whisper that no one’s ever seen you like he does, and lean into him.  From there, it shouldn’t be hard to strip him down and ride him like the horse we both know he’s hung like.”

Daenerys’ shivered, and for the first time that day, it wasn’t because ofthe cold.

“You’ve got this, Dany, and I expect details, you hear?” Margaery finished and hung up.

A knock at the door startled her.

“Hey, I got you a towel,” Jon said.

She opened the door and took it, replying, “thanks, Jon, I’ll be quick.”

She set the towel down and peeled her clothes off her body.  She moaned softly the second she stepped into the stream of hot water, feeling the cold leave her.  Warming up did nothing to soften her pebbled nipples, though.  Her heart raced as the reality of her situation sank in.  She was going to be naked in front of Jon Snow.  Naked in front of a boy she had fantasized about for years.  As the last of the chill left her, she turned off the water and wrapped the towel around herself.

As she dried off, she turned the fan on to try and clear the thin layer of steam that clung to the mirror.  She took in the sight of herself with a wary smile.  She knew she was beautiful, but she differed a lot from Ygritte and didn’t know if she was Jon’s type.  The redhead was a head taller than her and athletic, with a well-toned physique.  Daenerys knew her body was softer, and while her somewhat larger breasts and significantly larger ass would generally give her hope, Jon had only ever dated the one girl.

She shook her head and took a deep breath.  Margaery was right; this was an opportunity.  She was going to be completely naked in front of Jon, which meant she would get to see how he looked at her.  Whether he looked at her with the desire she hoped, or not, it would let her know how he felt.  She didn’t plan to jump his bones immediately if he looked at her the way she hoped; he had just gotten out of a relationship, after all.

Resolved, she wrapped the towel around herself, gathered her still-wet clothes, and left the bathroom.  Jon was standing, looking down at his sketchpad.  He turned as the door opened and smiled at her.

“Hey,” he said. “I grabbed one of my mum’s clothes horses.  You can hang your things on it.”

“Thanks, Jon,” she replied.

She carefully hung her clothes on the drying rack, hoping that they would at least be mildly wearable by the time she had to leave.  It wasn’t as though she had much of a journey to take to get home, but she would still rather not put on fully wet clothes.  She turned to look at Jon and saw that he seemed perturbed, shifting as he stood and clearly trying to look away from her.  She took a step forward to ask him how he wanted her when her towel snagged on something and fell off of her.

“Ghost!?” she exclaimed at the furry culprit.  That dog was always too quiet for his own good.

“What’s wron…” Whatever Jon was going to say died on his lips as he turned back to her.  His eyes widened, and he dropped the pencil in his hand.

Daenerys froze as he stared at her; the look in his eyes was something she had never seen from him.  Lust, desire, hunger, it was exactly how she had wanted him to look at her for years, and she felt invigorated by it.  It made her feel sexy and powerful in a way she hadn’t in ages, and she found herself feeling more confident by the second.  She walked towards his bed, shaking her hips a bit as she went, and followed Margaery’s advice, lying back with her arms stretched behind her.  Her movement shocked him out of his trance, and he quickly shooed Ghost out of the room.

Looking him right in the eye as he turned back to her, she said, “will this work?”

“Yes,” he breathed, before shaking his head and continuing, “I mean no!  Dany, this is for the art show.  Everyone who attends will see it, meaning most of our classmates.  Are you really okay with this?”

That caught her off guard, and she brought her hands down to her sides.  It had been all fun and games when it was just Jon drawing her, but she remembered that this was both for his art class and the upcoming show.  Everyone they knew would see it if they showed up, even creeps like Theon Greyjoy.  Then it hit her.

Ygritte would see it.  Jon’s ex, with the loud mouth and fiery temper, was absolutely the kind of person to cause a scene over something like this.  There were so many ways this could turn out poorly, but as Dany looked into Jon’s eyes, the dark grey orbs awash with concern and naked desire alike, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“What did the original look like?” she asked.

“Ygr…” Jon cut himself off and grimaced before continuing, “it was Ygritte, and she held a sheet to her chest.  I can go get one, and we can experiment with a few looks.”

Jon didn’t mean it as a challenge; he couldn’t possibly have known to, but that was exactly how Daenerys took it.  The bold and wild Ygritte had felt the need to cover herself with a sheet, but she could be bolder.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary,” Daenerys replied as inspiration struck.  She brought her hands to the nape of her neck and brushed her long, still wet hair over her shoulders, covering her breasts.  She then crossed her legs and let her hands rest flat against the bed by her hips, pointed behind her.  “This should work, right?  All the naughty bits are covered.”

Jon swallowed audibly and sat down behind his desk, saying, “if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” she replied, “just try and focus on my chest first.  I don’t want to re-wet my hair.”

His eyes flicked down to her barely covered breasts for a second, and he nodded.  Margaery was going to be so proud of her when she told her about this.  Dany didn’t even know where that particular inspiration came from.  All she knew was that she wanted to outdo Jon’s ex in some way, and under his heated gaze, she felt bold enough to dare.

The lust never left Jon’s eyes, but as he started to draw, it was joined by determination and focus.  It was a look Daenerys had seen before when he was working on some art piece.  It was like he lost himself in a world of creativity.  The drive and passion he had felt ever since he discovered his talent for drawing and painting had never failed to impress her.  Seeing that passion focused on her was something completely different, however, and she found herself growing wet.

Daenerys’ position was comfortable, and she had no trouble keeping it.  Not needing to move; she could just sit there and bask in his hungry gaze, wishing more than anything that his desk wasn’t there so she could see if he truly was as turned on as she was.  He was part of the swim team at their school, and she knew just from seeing his competitions that he was a very blessed man.  Even if she hadn’t seen him in his swimwear, though, Ygritte’s frequent comments about how he was part giant would have been enough to know.

Dany let her mind wander as she continued to model for him.  She didn’t know if she’d ever stop kicking herself for not seeing how gorgeous he truly was until after he’d grown taller.  He had always been handsome, with his pouty lips, strong jaw, and sharp cheekbones.  If she had responded to the interest Margaery insisted he had back in their freshman year, they could have spent all that time together.  She just had to wait until he towered over her and developed his lickable abs, apparently massive cock, and the greatest ass known to man to decide that her friend was attractive.  She hated what that said about her.

“Done,” Jon’s deep voice rumbled, pulling her out of her reverie.

“Already?” she asked, wondering just how long she had sat there fantasizing about the man who was sketching her.  Given the throbbing in her core, she would guess a while.  “Can I see?”

“Of course,” he replied, wandering over to where the towel she had wrapped around herself had fallen.

She didn’t wait to cover up; she just walked straight over to his desk.  As she looked down at the sketch, she couldn’t help but gasp.

“Dany?” he asked, but she paid him no mind.

She looked gorgeous; there was no other word.  He had captured her from head to toe, set against a blank background.  The detail was exquisite, and while she knew Jon was phenomenally talented, she didn’t know if he’d ever captured a subject this well.  The first thing she noticed was that her hair hadn’t covered her breasts as well as she had thought.  Clearly wet strands covered her nipples, whether they actually had or not, and while her left breast was covered almost entirely, the hair covering her right breast had parted enough that the entire shape of the perky mound was fully displayed.

Her taut, flat stomach was captured in perfect detail, and the flare of her wide hips had been given particular attention.  Her shapely, if not terribly long legs looked lovely, and he had even bothered to include the dark polish on her toenails.  Nothing was as well detailed as her face, however.

Her heart-shaped face had been drawn almost lovingly, with such attention to detail that it was like looking at a photograph.  The jawline was defined yet delicate, and the cheekbones were prominent but not overly pronounced.  Her lips looked full and luscious, her nose straight with its slightly rounded tip, and both were perfectly proportionate.  Her eyebrows were well-defined and arched, and her large, expressive eyes were staring forward adoringly.

She had never felt so beautiful.

“Dany?” Jon asked.

She turned around and saw him holding the towel out through her shimmering eyes.  She asked, “is this really how you see me?”

“It’s how I’ve always seen you,” he said earnestly. “From the moment I met you, I thought you were the prettiest girl in the…”

She practically launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and doing her best to shove her tongue down his throat.  He dropped the towel and responded eagerly, grabbing her bare arse with one large hand and snaking the other around the back of her neck.  She was so focused on kissing him, pouring every ounce of pent-up passion into it, that it took her a moment to realize that he was holding her entire weight with one arm.  The realization that he was that strong made her moan into his mouth.

He broke the kiss to breathe and rested his forehead against hers.  “Dany, tell me this is real.”

He sounded so vulnerable that it made her heart clench.  “Jon, the only reason you’re not already inside me is that you’re still wearing clothes.”

Jon’s eyes were so dark with lust that they looked black.  He carried her, still wrapped around him, to the bed and carefully put her down.  She stared up at him as he quickly took off his shirt and bit her lip at the sight.  She was going to lick every ab.

She grew impatient as he started removing his belt and moved to help him, falling to her knees in front of him.

“Uh, Dany,” Jon tried to say as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down.  His warning came too late, and she got slapped in the face by the largest cock she had ever seen.

Daenerys froze, mesmerized by the positively equine cock standing tall right in front of her.  It dwarfed Daario; it was even bigger than Drogo’s.  She felt her pussy drool, a drop of her wetness running down her thigh, and she was surprised that she wasn’t actually drooling.

“I know its...big, but I swear I can be careful,” Jon said, sounding like he expected her to bolt out of the room.

“This isn’t big,” she breathed, earning a confused look from him.  “This is huge; it’s perfect.”

She wrapped a hand around the hard length, noting that her fingers didn’t even touch, and felt its weight.  No cock had ever felt heavy to her before, but this one did.  She pushed it up against his abs and held her forearm next to it.

“It’s nearly the size of my fucking forearm,” she moaned.

“I swear it was normal a year ago,” he said. “I just had this weird growth spurt, and before I knew it, I had what it takes for a career in bloody porn.”

She had never heard a man sound less enthusiastic about having a big cock before.  She wondered if maybe this is why Ygritte had left him, if he had gotten too big for her.  If that was the case, then she was even more determined to take him.

“You’re far too pretty for porn,” she said, giggling at the indignant look on his face.  She fondled his balls and continued, “even your balls are really big.”

“I’m amazed you’re not scared of it,” he commented.

“Jon, you’re only a little bigger than Mr. Girthy,” she replied.

“Mr. Girthy?” he asked.

“Marge got me a giant dildo for my last birthday as a gag gift,” Daenerys explained.

“Is that why you were so red-faced when you two left your bedroom?” Jon asked.

“Yeah,” Dany laughed. “I wasn’t planning to ever use it, but I returned home drunk from a party a few months ago and decided, ‘eh, why not?’  I was sore in the morning, but I had so much fun that I just kept using it, so when I tell you that you are perfect, I mean it.”

Jon groaned at the image, and she felt his cock twitch in her hand.

“Before we get to the kind of fun I’m talking about, though,” she said, “I’m gonna need to get this giant cock of yours nice and wet.”

“Ah fuck,” he moaned as she licked slowly from the base of his cock to the tip, keeping her eyes focused on his.  He sat down on the bed and spread his legs to give her easy access.  She grabbed his cock with both hands and gawked at how much was still fully visible beyond them.

Dany swirled her tongue around the bulbous head in quick, teasing licks and giggled at the look on his face as he sat back and groaned.  Her eyes never left his as she continued to tease him, kissing and licking along the shaft and flicking her dexterous tongue around the sensitive head.  There was lust, awe, and adoration in those eyes that just made her melt.  She knew that look was reflected in her own eyes.  Deciding that she had teased him long enough, she brought her full lips to the tip of his thick cock and took the first four inches into her mouth.

“Fucking hells, Dany,” he moaned.

She continued to move slowly, taking in less than half of him with short bobs of her head.  She alternated between that, swirling her tongue around the head again and massaging his throbbing glans with her pouty lips.  All the while, she kept her eyes trained on his, luxuriating in every pleasured grimace his handsome face made.  She could do this for the rest of her life and never tire of it if it kept making him look at her like that.

When she started humming gently around him, he moaned, and his hands found her head.  “That feels so fucking good, Dany.”

He didn’t push or put any pressure on her at all; he just tangled his fingers in her long blonde locks and held on as if he wanted to prove to himself that she was real.  She pulled back, letting him leave her mouth with an audible pop, and started stroking him with both fists.

“How much of this monster do you think I can take?” she asked.

“Whatever you can do will be great,” Jon assured her.

She just grinned at him and continued, “seriously, bet me; how much?”

“A bet, really?” he asked, clearly amused.  “What will I win?”

“You give me either a percentage or a number of inches, and if I go past it, you owe me a favor,” she replied. “If I fail to go past it, I owe you.”

“As if there’s anything I haven’t done for you when you’ve asked,” he chuckled. “Fine halfway.”

Her eyes narrowed as she replied, “half it is.”

Without warning, she took his cock back into her mouth and quickly swallowed him down to the root, until her nose was buried in his brown curls.

“Ahh, fuck!” he cried, his hands instantly back in her hair.

He popped back out of her mouth as she looked at him in triumph.

“Oh, ye of little faith,” she teased him.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he said, clearly awed.

“I used Girthy to train away my gag reflex,” she said. “I had read an article about how to gag less during blowjobs and figured, since I had a comically large dildo, why not use it?  Of course, that was back when I thought the dildo was comically large.”

He just stared at her, gobsmacked.

“So Jon,” she said,“I’m going to deepthroat you again, and when I do, I want you to fuck my face until you cum in my mouth.”

He just blinked at her.  “How are you single?”

“My only two boyfriends were a huge creep and a cheating arsehole,” she said with a shrug. “You’re not like them, though; I know that.  I trust you, and that means I trust you enough to be open with you about what I like and what I want, and what I want right now is for you to stand up and fuck my face.”

He stood up, and she didn’t say another word; she just took him back in her mouth, swallowing inch after inch as she watched him react.  His grip on her head was tighter than before, his fingers digging into her scalp.  Her lips were stretched wide by his considerable girth, and she knew when he got going she was going to drool all over his cock.  She buried her nose in his crotch again, his cock fully sheathed in her throat, and waited for him.  He pulled away until only half of his cock was in her mouth, and then pushed her back down on his length.

Dany kept her eyes locked on his, conveying as much as she could that she remained okay with what he was doing.  She remembered to breathe through her nose when she could and let him set the pace.  He wasn’t rough, much less as brutal as she knew both her exes would have been if she had ever let them do this, but he did grow more confident as he went.  The desire in his eyes was intoxicating, and she refused to look away from him for a moment.

Drool started to leak from her mouth, coating her cheeks, chin, and neck, but she didn’t care.  Being under Jon’s power like this and seeing him grow more and more confident and comfortable as he went was turning her on like nothing she’d ever felt.  Her pussy was dripping on the floor below her, and she knew that if she touched herself even a little, it would be enough to make her cum.  Rather than that, though, she moved her hands from his thighs, where she had been holding on for support, up to his incredibly muscular ass.  She moaned then, and the fluttering of her throat around him made him gasp.  She looked at him with mischief in her eyes and moaned again.

“Fucking hells, Dany,” Jon growled.  He picked up the pace, and she knew he was getting close.  She reluctantly took one hand away from his ass and cupped his balls gently, hoping to push him over the edge.  She got no more warning than a strangled cry as he came, pulling back to fill her mouth with his load.  Whether he hadn’t cum for a while or he just came more than most, she didn’t know.  All she did know was that he well and truly filled her mouth before he pulled out of her mouth with a pop and sat back down to recover.  She made a show of swallowing everything, noting that he tasted better than Daario ever had, and stood up.

She walked to the bathroom to clean herself up and let out a shuddering moan at the sight.  She was covered in drool, and her makeup had run from her tears.  She washed her face and neck as quickly as she could and returned to Jon, who had caught his breath and walked over to the bathroom.

“That was insane,” he said.

“It’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” she said, surprised that her voice wasn’t more hoarse than it was.

“Any other things you’ve always wanted to try?” he asked with a grin.

“I guess you’ll just have to find out,” she replied in kind.

Before she could so much as blink, he’d taken her in his arms and was kissing her.  She moaned in his mouth, amazed that he was willing to after she had just swallowed his cum.  Their tongues dueled for dominance as he walked her back to the bed.  As they fell into bed together, he kissed down along her neck.  She had been close to cumming while she was sucking his cock and had known that it wouldn’t have taken much more than playing with her clit to get her off.  As Jon started kneading her breasts and suckling her hard nipples, she felt herself getting close again.  He trailed down her flat belly until he reached her untamed silver-gold curls.

“Sorry, I didn’t exactly plan this,” she said sheepishly.

“Trust me, Dany, I don’t mind,” he said, his voice low and rumbling.

Jon buried his face between her legs and showed her that his talented mouth was capable of far more than just kissing her senseless.  He started teasing and licking her pussy everywhere, his movements deliberate and unhurried.  She pressed her back into the bed as he drove her higher and higher towards her peak.  Her moans echoed through the room as his tongue swirled around her throbbing clit lightly enough to keep from sending her over the edge.  She fisted his dark hair and looked down to see his eyes locked on her face.

“Oh gods, Jon!” she cried, “just a little more; I’m so close!”

She felt him ease off a little, apparently determined to torture her, and whimpered.  Just as she was about to beg him to finish her off, she felt his lips close around her clit and his tongue work some absolute magic that made her whole world go white.

“Yes!” she screamed, her thighs clamping hard around his head as her body shook.  He didn’t ease up in the slightest, drawing out her climax as much as possible.  When she came down from her pleasure, still feeling almost dizzy from the intensity of it, she was shocked to feel his mouth still on her, just staying away from her oversensitive clit.

His fingers soon joined, two thick digits stretching her dripping cunt.  He used them both together, kissing and licking her most sensitive spots while he fingered her.  She had just cum, but to her shock, she felt herself soaring towards another orgasm already.  His name became a prayer on her lips as he did his best to drive her mad.  It was all so intense, so far beyond anything she had experienced before, and when his probing fingers found a spot just inside her that made lights dance behind her eyes, she knew she was inf or something amazing.  He curled his fingers into that spot at the same time he sucked on her clit and she came.

“Jon!” she shrieked, cumming harder than she ever had in her life.  Her back arched, rising off the bed as her pleasure rocked her body.  Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his fingers, squeezing them tightly.  Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her from head to toe, her whole body erupting in bliss.  When it finally ended, she collapsed on her back, panting hard as she desperately tried to catch her breath.

Jon placed a kiss on her bush and continued kissing up along her body.  When he reached her face, she pulled him to her and kissed him deeply.  If he didn’t mind kissing her after she had gone down on him, she certainly wasn’t about to mind the reverse.

As they kissed, she felt something large and heavy on her leg and grinned.  She reached down and grabbed his cock, fully hard again.

“Fuck me, Jon,” she whispered.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he said.

“Um, was cheating what broke up you and Ygritte?” she asked.

“No,” Jon replied, looking uncomfortable.

She caressed his face and smiled up at him.  “I’m clean and on the pill; we should be safe.”

“If you’re sure,” he said, his face lighting up.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she said.

He kissed her again and moved to position himself between her spread legs.  When they broke apart for air again, she looked down and saw his bulbous head near her little pussy.

“You’re going to split me in two,” she said with a shudder.

“I’ll be careful,” he said.

“I didn’t say that was a bad thing,” she remarked with a grin.

He grabbed his cock, lined it up, and started to push inside her.  As wet as she was, she gave way quickly and gasped as she felt him spread her nether lips taut.  He was even thicker than her gag gift dildo, she realized belatedly.  Somehow, he hadn’t felt quite as thick in her mouth.

“Fucking hells, you’re tight,” he moaned in her ear.

“You say that,” she whimpered, “like you’re not pushing a fucking horse cock inside me.  You feel so good, Jon.”

He laughed, and she brought her hands to his back to hold him tight.  With slow, steady thrusts, he pushed further inside her, conquering her depths inch by inch.  He still had inches to go when she realized he had reached places inside her no other man had touched.  Margaery had laughed herself silly when Dany admitted after a couple drinks that she had used her gift.  The brunette had joked that she had ruined herself and that no normal man would ever compare to Mr. Girthy, the name she gave it through her laughter.  Daenerys didn’t know about that, but as Jon’s insane girth continued to stretch her, she wondered if she might not become addicted to that delicious little burn.

When Jon finally bottomed out inside her, he rested his forehead on hers and didn’t move.  She closed her eyes and just let herself take in everything she was experiencing.  The feeling of Jon’s strong back muscles under her fingers and his big cock inside her were both incredible, but the smell of his woodsy cologne and the simple realization that she was with Jon made everything so much better. At first, she thought he was just giving her a moment to adjust to him, something she was grateful for, but when she felt him shaking, she looked up and saw him just staring down at her with a look on his face she couldn’t place.

“Wanted you for so long,” he said.

Daenerys felt her heart skip a beat.  Margaery had been telling her for years that she thought Jon had wanted her for longer than she had wanted him.  Missy had agreed, but Daenerys never saw it.  She never saw the longing glances or how he apparently couldn’t keep his eyes off her arse from the moment it started to grow and flare out.  Back then, he had just been Jon, her friend, who was a boy, but she treated like one of the girls.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” she thought to herself.

“What?” Jon asked.

Apparently, she had said that out loud.

She just smiled up at him and said, “nothing, Jon; just make love to me, please.”

That look returned to him, a look she started to recognize as adoration and awe, tinged with disbelief, as if he couldn’t fathom how this was actually happening any more than she could.  She was sure that same look was mirrored on her own face.  He kissed her deeply and pulled out of her about halfway before thrusting back in.  His mouth caught her gasp and moan as his tongue danced with hers.  The two of them found a rhythm together so quickly that it was like they had been sleeping together for years.  When he broke the kiss for air, he buried his head in her neck, kissing gently along the slender column.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she cried out with his slow but powerful thrust.  “You feel so fucking good,Jon.”

He really did.  Stretching her out to what had to be her absolute limit, his thick cock felt like it was massaging every milimeter of her inner walls as he fucked her.  He felt so much better than Daario or Mr. Girthy; so much better than Drogo ever could have if she had let him get that far.

“Feels like you were fucking made for me,” he groaned.

She wrapped her legs around him tighter and dug her fingers into his strong, muscular back.  “Maybe I was.”

Daenerys felt her pleasure climbing to another peak.  It hadn’t been long since she had cum under his talented mouth, but just knowing that she was with Jon would have turned her on even if his cock didn’t feel so good.

“Harder,” she begged, “harder baby, I’m getting close.”

“Oh fuck Dany,” he groaned as he started fucking her more powerfully.  He didn’t pick up his pace much, knowing that harder didn’t have to mean faster.  Every thrust felt better than the last, and Daenerys started to feel her inner walls spasm around his pistoning cock.  He brought his hands to her breasts, bouncing on her chest, and kneaded them.

“Fuck Jon,” she moaned.

“Cum for me, Dany,” he said. “Cum for me, baby.”

The look in his eyes, the feeling of his cock inside her, even the way he called her baby, it was all too much.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” she screamed.

The pleasure was all-consuming, searing her mind, body, and soul with white-hot bliss.  Her nails raked down Jon’s back, and her back bowed, lifting off the bed and going taut as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.  She heard screaming in the distance that she belatedly realized was hers as all the tension that had been building in her body, not just since Jon thrust inside her but for all the years of yearning for him, was released in a single powerful burst.

Daenerys was so consumed by the maelstrom of maddening ecstasy that she didn’t recognize the words Jon groaned in her ear as he came inside her.  It was only when she felt his thick cock pulse even larger inside her as the first burst of cum splashed against her cervix that she realized what was happening.  He held his shaking form up through sheer willpower to keep from collapsing on her as he kept making shallow thrusts through his orgasm.

When their mind-melting peaks finished, as Jon pulled out of her and tried to roll over,she pulled him to her chest.  He seemed all too willing to collapse on her once most of his body was on the bed, and rest his head between her full, perky breasts.  It was such a perfect moment, a promise of everything she had wanted for the last two years.  Before she realized what was happening, she started crying.

“Dany,” he said as he pulled his head away from her chest, his voice full of concern.  “Dany, what’s wrong?”

She couldn’t say anything, the lump in her throat preventing words, and even if she could, she didn’t know what she would say.  She was happy and sad at the same time.  Elated to be where she was with Jon and to know that he saw her the way she saw him.  She was also sad that it had taken her so long to realize what a great guy he was, and she felt guilty for how shallow she turned out to be.  It could have been a combination of these things that made her such an embarrassing, weepy mess, or it could have been that her brain was still fried by the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced.  All she knew was that by the time she could speak again, she was resting her head on Jon’s chest, his short nails raking through her silvery blonde tresses.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” she murmured.  She thought about trying to explain what was on her mind but thought better of it.  “You just made me cum so hard I cried, you big jerk.”

Daenerys punched his shoulder lightly as she called him a jerk, and the both of them burst out laughing.  She settled her head back down on his chest and sighed, wishing for the moment to never end.

“How ever can I make it up to you?” he asked, his voice light and teasing.

She thought about it for a moment before replying, “promise me you’ll do it again tomorrow.”

Jon snorted, “I’ll be ready to do it again in a few minutes, Dany.”

She lifted her head off his chest and looked at him.  “Promise me tomorrow, Jon.  Just promise me we’ll be okay tomorrow.”

He took her hand in his and pressed his lips to her knuckles.  “You’re the most important person in the world to me, Dany; nothing will change that.  I’m not ready for another relationship yet; it’s all still so raw, and I’m still really fucked up.”

“Oh, Jon,” she whimpered, taking his face in her hands and kissing him gently, “I won’t rush you, I promise.”

“Thank you,” he said.

“And we can still have fun in the meantime,” she said with a grin.

He smiled at her and laid his head down on his pillow.  “I can’t believe she was right.”

“Who?” she asked.

“Ygritte,” he replied, “told me for years you were after me.”

She felt her heart sink. “Jon, is that why…”

“Not really,” he said, his voice growing bitter. “She didn’t leave me because she thought you wanted me, she left me because she didn’t trust me.  Two fucking years...”

She trailed her nails through his hair as she looked down at him.  “I know what kind of man you are, Jon Snow.  You’d never betray someone you care about.”

He just beamed at her and kissed her again.  She felt his cock harden under her.

“You realize she’s going to freak over the drawing, right?” she asked.

His eyes widened, and he groaned, “fuck, she’s going to make a scene.”

“That’s her choice,” she replied, making a mental note to take a picture of his sketch of her before he handed it in, just in case.  “Right now, I don’t want to think about her, or the art show, or anything other than this.”

She grabbed his cock and worked to coax it back to full hardness.  She delighted in the way he clenched his eyes and sighed under her touch.  As she moved to position over him, intending to ride him to another mind-shattering orgasm, she realized she’d put up with whatever came of what had happened between her and Jon.  She sank down and moaned as he filled her again.  So long as they were together, she was sure the two of them could weather anything.