*A month later*

There it was. A full moon, shining, rising to be seen on the horizon. Jorah was nervously waiting in his tent. Waiting. Gods, the waiting.

She entered the tent.

»Jorah?« The first time Dany called him only by his first name. She's always been very formal.

»Khaleesi.« He wanted to go on, but she pressed her finger on his lips.

»I think it's about time you call me Daenerys, Jorah. We did make love after all.« He blushed.

»Forgive me, but I am just a humble knight, you are a Queen. I couldn't call you Daenerys. He called her name so delicately, with hi rusky voice, she almost wanted to force him to call her by her first name. Queen or not, he sounded so perfectly calling her...

»Jorah, you may be a knight, but you are my friend, and if we are alone, there are no problems with my authority. I don't see an issue, my bear.« He nodded.

»If you insist. Daenerys,« he said, smiling.

»Good. Now, are you feeling any changes?« He looked at his own body.

»No, nothing at all. It seems it worked.« She smiled, getting closer to him. His heartbeat rised, started to sweat. She held his hand.

»Are you sure? Because I don't mind repeating the actions from the last time.«

He touched her face. His soft blue eyes were so loving. Her hands found their way behind his neck, leaning him closer to her. He could feel her warm breath on his face before finally reaching her lips. She shivered in excitement, knowing what kind of kissing master he was. And he was never going to disappoint her.

She pulled him closer, wanting him to work his magic with his tongue, to taste him. Red wine. She smiled, pressing her hips to his lustfully. He moaned, knowing what kind of reaction will her move cause. Holding her around the waist, Jorah started twitching in his limbs. He broke away, trying to hold his screams in excrutiating pain.

The change.

So it didn't work, he thought when he collapsed on all four, his face started changing. But Dany remembered what helped the last time.

»No, Jorah, keep looking at me,« she ordered him and pressed his changinf lips back on hers. Although the taste of him was horrendous, she kept going.

It stopped. Just like that. His body went back to normal shape. Jorah was still shaking, not realizing what just happened. Khaleesi held him in her arms. She was on her knees, holding him, supporting him like he alwys supported her.

»Jorah?« His breathing was sudden and shakey. He looked at her with his blue eyes.

»I'm...I think I am better.« Smile. »Thank you for everything. Dany.« Finally, he got comfortable calling her by her first name. She unbuttoned his shirt, only to discover some wounds and bruises. She started massaging his shoulders. The knight made a loud noise of pleasure. This kind of relaxation was not at all familiar to him but it was sensational. She was just strong enough to press hard, but not too hard, making him close his eyes. Her technique showed him she wasn't doing this the first time. Khal Drogo was a lucky man. Eventually, he lifted up and turned around, facing Khaleesi.

»Turn around, Dany.« She was surprised with him giving her orders; despite that, she gladly obeyed. He placed his hands on her shoulders, just stroking her at first, then slowly started pressing, working on her, giving her what she gave him moments ago. He was perfect, rougher than her but amazing anyway, finding just the spot.

»Jorah...lower...,« she cried. He obeyed her order, moving his hand lower, getting closer to her bottom. She passionatelly grabbed upper parts of his legs, dangerously close to his manhood. He grinned.

»Dany, your hand...« He moaned while she reached it, introducing him to a completely different kind of massage, still showing him her back. It only took her a minute or two to make him as hard as Valyrian steel, while he changed the position of his hand, now slowly and gently massagin her breasts with one hand, while the other moved lower to her vaginal area. He knew she liked a deep massage with his fingers. She leaned on his chest and he kissed her on the neck, travelling with lips, finishing behind her ear.

But he was still blocked by her sandy dress.

»Do you want me to take it of?« he asked, already starting to remove the dress. She turned around, standing up. Gods, what have I done, thought Jorah. But she wasn't angry.

»Stand up, Jorah the Andal.« He did as he was told but his already unbuttoned breechers fell of him. Her eyes were now naturally drown to his very impressive errection. She licked her lips.

»I want you to look at me while taking my dress of, Jorah.« Now, he had to lick his lips, too. He got close to her, staring into her eyes, not even blinking, while his hands found a way to remove her dress. Sandy piece of clothing fell on the ground, revealling her beautiful tiny body.

»We're equal now, Jorah. We are one.«