Daenerys X Jon Novels & Stories

Humiliation clawed at my chest. I swallowed hard, forcing a tight smile. "Actually, I’m your new lecturer, Jorah." I stepped forward, extending my hand as if this was a normal, professional introduction. "Danielle Louis. You can call me Dany." He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. Instead, he gave me a slow, appraising glare—one so disgustingly condescending I felt like something he’d scrape off his designer shoes. Then he smirked. "Cute. Listen up, bitch."

"Thank you for asking." A small pause. He heard what she hadn't said, that she was well despite what had happened to Demi, that she was still standing, that the message they'd sent had not produced the retreat they'd intended. He absorbed it without changing his expression. "Caspian." He turned. The two men held each other's gaze with the specific quality of people who had known each other for two centuries and were currently on opposite sides of something significant, and both of them were too old and too precise to perform anything about it.

He was already mid-leap when Dathan turned, too slow to react. Xaren’s massive jaws clamped down on his neck and ripped. The sound was wet, final. Dathan’s body collapsed to the ground, headless, blood jetting from the stump. His bow dropped beside him, forgotten. Xaren landed heavily and let out a bone-shaking howl before looking to Triston, who had paused only briefly. Their eyes met. Nothing needed to be said. They were brothers in this war. Triston gave a sharp nod, then turned, blood trailing behind him, and continued his charge—limping now, but no less deadly. The castle walls loomed ahead and Reyes was inside. Waiting.

Daemon began to recount the long story, and I listened intently to every word, "You know that the Alpha of the Silver Moonlight Pack has a daughter, 'Daenerys,' and her mate was supposed to be her cousin, Kaos. But what happened?" I asked in astonishment, "What happened?" He continued, "Overnight, the daughter of the leader and Alpha of the Silver Moonlight Pack ran away with the leader of the Black Mountain Pack, known as 'Kazius.' Her father managed to bring her back, but discovered today that she had given birth to Kazius's child. Today, Daenerys gave birth to her first daughter from Kazius of the Black Mountain Pack after their escape and pursuit."

His thumb caressed her clit as he fucked her, and it was not long before she felt a blissful wave of climax come over her letting out a delightful scream of ecstasy. Daenerys moved around for his penis began slowly licking his glans. She continued by making her lips around it and licking it in her mouth with her tongue making circles around it. Daario could wait no longer; he must have her. He pushed her down onto the bed and thrust himself into her, wanting wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper and deeper until neither one of them could restrain themselves. She squirted on the bed like dragonfire as he came hard inside of her. Both were breathing hard as valyrian

Khaleesi's pov; "Please! Khaleesi please! You can't do this to me. We've known each other for years and have shared the same thing! Please don't kill me. Spare me!" Dan's cowardly cry and plea to be spared was like the sound of a bug in my ears, pestering me and asking to be let go. One sniff and all I could smell was blood. The blood of his fallen warriors and not even one of my mine or neither Aodhàn's around us.

"And it may not be denied?" "With one dragon, Xaro Xhoan Daxos would rule this city, but one ship will further our cause but little." Dany nibbled at an onion and reflected ruefully on the faithlessness of men. "We passed through the bazaar on our way back from the Hall of a Thousand Thrones," she told Ser Jorah. "Quaithe was there." She told him of the firemage and the fiery ladder, and what the woman in the red mask had told her.

"There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think." "Yet how are men to see him, if he is at Storm's End?" Stannis drummed his fingers on the Painted Table. "It is a difficulty. One of many." He raised his eyes. "You have more to say about the letter. Well, get on with it. I did not make you a knight so you could learn to

Dany mumbled exhaling some breath. Dany came outside to buy some food for her. Xenia was still unconscious. The moment she left the room someone dragged her to a corner. Everything happened so quickly that Dany couldn't even react. She was pressed against the wall by a tall muscular man. " You?" Dany shouted. Her voice was full of disgust and anger. She pushed the man away from her. " Why are you here? To see if she is still breathing or not! Huh!" Dany screamed at the top of her lungs.

He doesn’t look at us while he talks, and all we can do is respect his wishes. Slowly, all the wolves come to the standing area, leaving only Devin beside Xander’s pyre. Arya still hasn’t gotten up. Declan waits patiently, eyes on Arya. After several minutes, she stands and moves to her mate’s pyre. She stands beside Devin. They put their arms around each other, both holding Xander’s hand. Arya leans her head on Devin’s shoulder and he kisses her head. I hear him whisper, “Do you want me to stay?”