Voyage to Essos

They left quickly, Dany urging him to leave before anyone could contest them and were at sea on their way to Pentos within nightfall. Jon’s crew did mostly as they were bid, but the Kingsguard accompanying him did raise some complaints about bringing the princess along. Jon was able to talk them down, though it was very clear that they were uneasy with the course of action.

Every night aboard the ship was filled with their mad fucking, Dany seeming almost addicted to the feeling of his cock inside her. They were perhaps a week away from Pentos when a curious thought began to take root in his mind. He had Dany on the bed below him, both of them devouring each other as he slowly pushed himself into her. His cock stretched her, and Dany flexed her hips, driving him deeper into her. When he filled her completely, he stilled and let them both savor the sensation.

She clutched at his shoulders desperately, wrapping her legs around his hips and pressed her heels into his ass. He pulled his cock out until just the tip of his head was still inside her. Dany groaned but her groan was turned into a moan when he plunged back into her. He moved in her then, flexing his hips over and over, driving his rigid length into her slick tightness. She chewed on her bottom lip and groaned as his repeated thrusts rocked into her, trying and failing to stifle herself. She reached her wandering hands up to cup her own breasts and stroked her fingers over her nipples in a mad fury. Eventually it was too much and she finally screamed out, closing her eyes shut as her peak hit her hard. Her cunt pulsing and fluttering around him. Jon was still rock hard inside of her and continued to pound into her dripping wet cunt. Arms and legs wrapped about him, Jon had **** but to release deep inside her.

They lay coiled together for a few moments, gathering breath and enjoying the final moments of lingering pleasure. Eventually the fog of lust faded from his mind and he rolled off of her, watching the roof of their tiny cabin.

“How many times have we done this?”

Dang laughed a little. “Let me think,” she stretched out in their shared bed, “probably every day for the last month.”

“I’ve released inside you almost every time,” Jon said quietly, turning to face her, “and I haven’t seen you drinking any moon tea.”

Those purple eyes danced with mirth. “That’s because I haven’t,” her hand reached out and stroked circles in Jon’s chest seductively, “the idea of you putting a child in me is a delightful one.”

“Dany...” he sighed, “you need to be serious. You are promised to a Prince of Dorne, you can’t have my bastard.”

There was a tittering laugh. “I thought the Dornish loved Bastards,” she pinched him lightly, “so what if it upsets the Martells and Rhaegar? They’re forcing me into this, so they’ll have to suffer the embarrassment.”

Jon frowned. “The child will be the one to suffer,” he told her bluntly, “You won’t be able to take it with you to Sunspear, and I can tell you being a motherless child growing up in King’s Landing is not a pleasant experience.”

“Well, the child will have you to look after them,” she replied petulantly, “so they’ll be fine, won’t they?”

Without waiting for his response she turned over and ended the conversation. Jon watched her for a moment, trying to work out the woman before him and went to sleep that night wondering if he hadn’t made a bigger mistake than he previously thought.

They arrived in Pentos and were well received by the locals. The magister of the city, Illyrio Mopatis even personally invited them to dinner at his manse. He might have been the largest man Jon had ever seen, and he devoured enough food to sate three people, but he was a warm host and did all he could to ingratiate himself with the two Targaryens in his home.

“Did you know, Prince Jon,” he said between mouthfuls of chicken, “that on the morrow I am hosting a rather large gathering here? A sort of get together where those with power can exchange ideas on the betterment of the city. Naturally it would be my honour if you could attend.”

Dany looked eager, but Jon had trained himself to be more neautral to such matters. “I will think on it Magister, thank you for the invitation.”

“You would not be the only foreigners to attend,” he said casually, “we have people from Tyrosh, Lys, Norvos and Asshai all on their way,” his eyes gleamed as he leant forward, “and...a Dothraki Khal.”