This was inspired by S08E05 of GOT.

What would have happened if Jon didn't pull away from Dany, but instead showed her that he loved her.

It was really intriguing reading some of the discussions regarding the latest episode, on how if Jon had only stuck his dick into Dany, that the massacre could have been prevented. I've always felt Dany's spiral into desperation, especially after she realised the Northern people would never love her the way she wanted, no matter how hard she tried.

But I've always envisioned Jon to be more steadfast in his love toward her. I think my ideal Jon would have put bloodlines aside and chose Dany regardless. So here's my take!

"Far more people in Westeros love you than love me. I don't have love here. I only have fear." Daenerys confesses, tears brimming in her eyes. Her eyes, once bright and hopeful, now only filled with desperation and despair.

Jon looked at her. The Queen he once knew now broken down. She had weathered too many storms after stepping foot in the North. Three dragons she had once commanded, now she only had two. Her best friend beheaded — a victim of the ongoing war with Cersei. And her confidante and most loyal companion, Jorah, also taken away from her.

He was reminded of the times she had spoken with him, her violet eyes full of ambition and dare he remember — a hint of playfulness. Yet now, these violet eyes stare back at him, filled with unspoken grief and the bitterness of betrayal.

Jon takes a step towards her. Closing the distance and instantly he feels the pull of her body towards his. How she has this effect on him, he will never know. All he knows that the war be damned, blood lines be damned. He craved her, and it's been too long.

"Dany...you know you're my Queen. Nothing will ever change that. I love you." Even with that confession, he hesitates. He feels his conscience holding him back. The fact that they are kin. That she is his aunt.

"Is that all I am to you? Your Queen?" She asks. Anger fills the gaps between her words, but even then, her lips quiver and the tears she's been holding back threaten to spill.

Before she could say more, Jon pressed his lips against hers to shut her up. He didn't know what to say, but he knew what he had to do.

Damn it, Targaryen.

She tasted so good, almost exactly like the first time, but something felt different. He tasted her salty tears before he saw them.

She was crying.

He felt her desperation and her sense of loss. This wasn't her. Executing Varys, sending her army into battle before they could recover from the war against the Night King. This wasn't what she wanted. But she had gotten so desperate without him, that she would do anything to feel like her old self again.

His hands moved lower as he felt the familiar curve of her breasts beneath his palms.

"Jon.." Daenerys moaned. "Are you sure...?"

He wasn't sure of anything any more. Troubled by the claim to the Iron Throne, by whether they would come out of this war alive. But if there was one thing he could be sure of, it would be how his heart belonged to this silver haired woman.

He ravaged her mouth with a sense of urgency and relished the feeling of her tongue entwined with his. Her breathless whimpers sent blood straight to his cock and her hands in his curly black hair never felt so good.

Dany could feel herself burning with want. Her cheeks flushed when his deft fingers removed her clothing. One by one they fell to the floor until there was nothing left but her naked form in front of the fire.

"You're so beautiful..." Jon was certain if he looked harder, he could see fire under her skin. Not just a mere reflection, but actual fire coursing through the blood in her veins.

He reached out to touch her, only to be stopped.

"I want to see you too." She whispered. Barely audible, a plead for him to shed all his inhibitions and show himself to her again.

Buckles were loosened, breeches dropped. And they stood before each other, naked and wanting. He scooped her up into his arms and laid her down, bending his knees and worshipping her. He could smell her need and anticipation and he wanted it.

He parted her legs and instinctively reached out to part her folds.

So wet. So soft, so inviting.

"Please Jon..." Dany never begged, but it seemed like a Queen had her needs as well. Jon chuckled darkly, he could see her arousal, feel it on his fingers. And he wanted a taste.

Flattening his tongue, he lapped at her from the bottom up, giving the nub at her opening more attention than she had anticipated. Her back arched and her hands flew to his hair, grasping it in a grip that caused him pain, yet brought him pleasure.

He was hard. So hard, he was sure he was about to explode. But he wanted to show her how much he loved her. Needed to know she wasn't just his Queen. She was so much more. His own needs could take a back seat.

His tongue worked, lapping at the juices that he craved. Making her writhe beneath him, her moans once hushed, now loud. She called his name out in abandon and every time it happened, it made him impossibly harder.

She was close now, he could tell. Her skin flushed under the light of the fireplace and a thin sheen of sweat had coated her body. They never had the luxury of sweating in the North, but he loved seeing her like this even more.

"Jon, I'm so close. God your tongue, please please don't stop"

He licked at her clitoris, knowing it was where she was most sensitive. Then as if knowing exactly what would send her off the edge, he slid two fingers into her, curling them upwards to hit that spot. That delicious sweet spot he know would make her cum.

"Fuck! Jon, I'm going to...oh God, I'm gonna... I'm cumming!"

Daenerys arched her back off the recliner and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Jon could feel her walls clench against his fingers and to his surprise, a small flood of her wetness pooled in his mouth. Did she just squirt?

Dear lord, how could this woman get any hotter?

Before he could even recover, Dany had pushed him down on the recliner, her fingers running across the scars on his chest and stomach, before descending even lower.

Was she going to? No she would never, a Queen never bends the knee.

But even before he could finish that thought, he say her, on her knees in front of him. Her bright violet eyes flickering with that spirit he loved so much. She held his cock in her small hands and opened her mouth and instantly, Jon felt his precum beading at the top of his shaft.

"Dear Gods..."

Jon moaned loudly as his body jerked. Daenerys had taken the tip of his cock into her mouth and it had almost made him lose it there and then.

"Dany, if you keep doing that, I'm not going to last very long..." Jon breathed out between his moans.

But she didn't stop. She swirled her tongue around his head, before taking almost his full length into her mouth, feeling his tip slide into her throat.

"Shit, Dany I'm not kidding. Oh Gods, please..."

It took all of Jon's self control to hold himself back from thrusting into her warm wet mouth. The moment he thought this was it, he would cum inside her mouth and lose all respect for himself, Dany let his cock out with a pop and stood up, a smile on her face.

How long haven't he seen her smile? Is this all it took to make his Queen happy? Not winning the war, not defeating Cersei, not all the riches in the world? Just being with him made her so happy?

"Jon, stop looking at me and fuck me...please. Don't make your queen wait." Dany had laid herself on her back, one hand kneading her breast and the other playing with her clit. She looked the perfect embodiment of lust and beauty.

He didn't need to be told twice. Positioning himself between her legs, he stroked her entrance with his cock, making her moan out in desire. She was so so wet. And it felt so good to be outside, just stroking her. He wondered how good it would feel inside her again.

Jon pushed himself into her, slowly, enjoying every inch of her pussy around his cock.

"Ohhhhhh, Jon. Jon Snow, your cock feels so good inside me" That was all the encouragement he needed as his slow strokes turned into deep hard thrusts. She felt so tight and warm around him, her pussy a hot glove milking the seed from his cock.

He leaned down to take her lips into a kiss, as her tongue slid into his. Exploring his mouth, teasing him. Jon groaned into her mouth, his pleasure written on his face.

He had lost himself inside her for a moment, the only sounds that filled the room were their breathless pants and endless declarations of love for each other.

How he had waited so long to be back with her again, he never knew. All he knew was that from this moment onward, nothing mattered. He was going to have her, to hold her, to marry her.

"Jon, I'm so close. Your cock, please. It's...I need more." She begged with her eyes closed shut and her mouth half open, curled into a small o as Jon continued pumping into her.

He could feel his orgasm building up from deep within him. He moved his fingers to find the swollen nub at the tip of her entrance and the moment they connected, Daenerys let out a sharp cry and he felt her walls tighten around him.

"I'm gonna cum, Jon, I'm going to cum for you oh God, please don't stop!"

Jon could feel her walls clenching around him as she reached her climax and even though he had wanted to be the gentleman who let the lady cum first, he could not hold back when her juices squirted out of her and into him while she convulsed.

"Oh shit Dany, I'm cumming with you. Oh God.." He thrusted into her erratically as he felt himself empty into her, his hot seed prolonging her climax and sent her over the edge again and again. Her juices coated his cock and as much as he wanted to control himself, he couldn't. As he continued to plunge into her warm slick cunt as his orgasm rocked through his body.

"That was..."

"Amazing" she finished his sentence and proceeded to give him the biggest smile she had worn since the war had begun. Jon laid beside her as he stroked her hair, both of them catching their breaths.

"I do love you Dany. You're not just my Queen. I've never loved anyone like I love you. I would do anything for you, that includes giving up the Iron Throne. You know that."

Daenerys did not respond. Instead she looked into his eyes and let her own tears fall. She had felt so lonely after the news of his parentage came out, the anger that coursed through her when she thought he would end this. But now, looking at this man swear his love for her. Everything seemed alright again.

So what if she couldn't be loved by every one? She had the love of this man. And even though it took her some time to be reminded of it. She realised, this man was enough.