Locked and Loaded
Summary: As the clock ticks the seconds away, Daenerys’ fears are slowly brought to light.
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, unwanted pregnancy, implied kidnapping, entrapment.
Characters: Dark!Jorah Mormont x Daenerys Targaryen
A/N: Dark Jorah is back and he’s come back strong! I honestly thought I’ve wrote the last for these two but you never know what life brings you really. This drabble is connected with Je te vois and Third Time’s the Charm.
A drabble this may be, your feedback is highly valuable to me. Likes are definitely welcome though reblogs would help this story flourish further. And as always, I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤
Sitting at the edge of the tub, Daenerys fiddles with her hands as she stares at the timer on her phone, dread running up her spine as each second ticks by.
She didn’t want to do this. At best, she tried to ignore it. Every sign that presented her worry to be true, she brushed it off, thinking that she was simply coming with the flu and that sleep would do her some good.
It’s what she told Jorah, which he believed. But he caught her one morning, storming out of their bed and into the bathroom, heaving her empty stomach down the toilet.
Jorah’s looming shadow made her bones chill. His blue eyes pierced her as he looked down at her naked frame, hands clutching the edges of the bowl. He was gentle then, his words soft as he crouched down and asked the question she dare not hear. His hand lightly caressed her stomach before he stood up and called for the maid, instructing her to go to the pharmacy to buy a test.
“Just to be sure.” He told her before leaning down to press a kiss on the top of her head.
The timer goes off and Daenerys could feel her heart stop as the annoying sound fills her ears. She stops it and goes to stand, walking towards the sink with shaky legs.
“Please no. Please no.” She whispers under her breath.
“What does it say?” Her head turns to the side when Jorah appears at the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, a dark green Henley, and boxer briefs only covering his frame.
“I— I haven’t—” She can’t find the words to say, her tongue going stiff.
She moves aside when Jorah stalks in the en-suite, Daenerys dropping down on the covered toilet as she allows Jorah to find the answers himself.
Please no. Please no. She continues to say in her head. But the smile that forms on Jorah’s lips and the way he looks down at her only seals her fate and brings her fears to life.
“You’re pregnant.” He says, joy in his voice yet the words only slice through her heart.
No!
“Aren’t you happy?” He asks and she only realizes that she’s started to cry when he reaches down to wipe away her tears. “You’re to be a mother, Daenerys. You should be elated.” There’s a slight edge to his voice and she fights her tears from falling as to not strike the match of his anger.
“I am—” She lies. “I’m just—surprised.” A smile forms on her lips, one she hopes would satisfy Jorah. “I wasn’t expecting it to be so soon. With the wedding happening and all.”
“The wedding will have to come sooner then.” Jorah hums, his demeanor slowly turning, a smile forming on his lips as he reaches for her hand, pulling her to her feet and wrapping his arms around her. “We should celebrate.” She feels him smirk against her hair, a shiver crawling up her skin when Jorah pushes the strap of her camisole off her shoulder, his lips pressing a sensual kiss on her skin.
“But I can’t drink, Jorah.” She tries to act naive, hoping such a ploy would stave him off from his depravity.
“You know what I mean, Darling.” He growls and her tears once more stain her face when Jorah turns her around and gently pushes her down against the sink. Her hands grip the edge as she sees Jorah slip his boxers down from his hips.
Her pajama shorts come next, the silk fabric sliding down her thighs and pooling around her ankles. A gasp then escapes her when she feels his cold hands cup her sex, fingers searching her sacred bud and rubbing against it slowly.
She hates how her body continues to react to his touch. The slick immediately gathers at the apex of her thighs and she lets out a moan when Jorah dips his fingers through her folds, her walls clenching around his thick digits.
“Oh, how your body continues to amaze me, Darling,” Jorah growls against her ear, his lips kissing her cheek and then her shoulder once more. He then bends his knees, Daenerys closing her eyes when she feels the tip of his cock prodding against her cunt.
“Open your eyes, Daenerys,” Jorah commands, Daenerys yelping when he grabs her hair, making her face forward to stare at their reflection in the mirror. “I want you to watch yourself as I make you come over and over again.” The devious smirk he gives her bites into her soul and the breath in her lungs is pulled out of her as Jorah slowly pushes himself deep.
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