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Aerion had never been this humiliated. After being attacked by a mad man after punishing a stupid whore who disrespected the dragon. The mad man had asked for a battle to prove his innocence, Aerion challenged him to a trial of the seven. Knowing the man had no way to get six other knights.
Waiting for the trial to start Aerion knew this would be an easy win. There was no way a peasant like him would be able to get seven knights to fight alongside himself especially without payment.
he was so confidant that he even put his hand in marriage on the line. No alpha had defeated him before and that won't change now. This alpha— Duncan was no different, he wasn’t special, and there was no way he would let this joke of a knight defeat him.
Though all these thoughts left his body as he made contact with the muddied floor. Rage and shame flowed through the man. “Do you surrender?” Dunk asked him sternly. Aerion said nothing though he knew he had lost this battle. His body was pinned against the floor and there was no way he could overpower Duncan not with brute force.
That day not only did Aerion lose his uncle but lost his dignity and his hand in marriage. He was now the disgraced Targaryen who was to wed a peasant and taint the blood that his descendants have worked to keep pure. He was a failure.
That night after losing the battle his father had gone into a rage. Yelling and screaming “You’re marrying a peasant! You have brought shame upon our name” he yelled “you should’ve just let us deal with it when we had a chance” “I won’t let a lowly hedge knight dishonor-“ “And look at where it landed you!” Maekar yelled. “I knew I shouldn’t have let an omega do as he wished”
“Don’t-“ "Don't! Don’t! You don’t have a say in things anymore!” Aerion said nothing, his chest tight with anger and shame. “Get out… I’ll deal with you later. I have to go plan my brothers burning”
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Duncan didn’t know what to feel. He had won the trial of seven proving his innocence but now he had to wed the very one who caused this entire situation. He just couldn’t catch a break.
Sitting in the room that was being provided to him by the Targaryen family. He was startled as his door opened. Walking in Egg looked concerned. “My lord?” “You don’t have to call me that, you know?” Egg shrugged.
Duncan sighed looking down at his feet. “You can call it off” Egg suggested, his voice quiet. “No… I don’t think so” Egg said nothing. Looking at Egg Duncan could see the fear written on the boy's face.
Duncan gave him a smile “it’ll be alright Egg I knew what I signed up for the moment I agreed to the trial. Be grateful that I’m still alive” “you might not be for long. Aerion is a sadistic man he’ll likely try to kill you in your sleep” Duncan sighed. The kid was probably right but he didn’t want Egg to worry further—“I’ll be fine Egg I defeated him once I can do it again” Egg gave him an unsure look not convinced but chose to not pry further.
Tossing and turning Duncan could not sleep. The silence was deafening. It left Duncan with his own thoughts which at this moment he didn’t like.
He didn’t know how to feel. His thoughts. His feelings. Everything was all over the place. There were moments where he felt he needed to cry and moments where he felt nothing but anger. But most of all there were moments where he just didn’t know what to feel. Moments where he questioned himself. Was this all worth it? Should’ve he just kept his head down like he was always told? Should've let Aerion break the puppeteer's fingers?
But it wasn’t like he could do something. The past was the past and there was no way to go back and change it. He was now stuck; he couldn't refuse. The Targaryen family would probably see that as disrespectful and gods know what they would do.
Letting out a big sigh. Duncan laid there staring up at the ceiling; the pit in his stomach refused to go away. The tightness in his chest made it hard to breathe. Closing his eyes he tried to sleep even for just an hour.
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The wedding was held soon after the burning of former Prince Bealor. Aerion knew what this event marked. He no longer was the grand prince and he was ruined. He was the omega that stepped out of place and is now forced to marry an alpha of lowly birth tainting the ever so pure Targaryen blood. This event marked his downfall.
Aerion hadn't seen the taller man since the tournament. He just knew that the cunning alpha would be celebrating his win. Finally taking down the omega who was full of it. Aerion was sure of it all alphas thought that way.
Walking to the ceremony he finally got a glance of Duncan. But it was not comfortable; he felt his body filled with rage. Anger bubbling in him. But he could do nothing. He was now seen as property of Duncan.
He could feel Duncan's eyes on him. Staring with hate? Pride? Sadness? Anger? Aerion did not know neither did he wish too. He was already angry and staring at the alpha any longer would only anger him further.
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Shortly after the ceremony the "celebration" commenced. Nobles from around had been invited. Duncan felt suffocating. Duncan was nervous, his hands sweating and clammy. He couldn't focus on anything; seemingly out of it.
Duncan looking over at Aerion A sense of calm washed over him. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad? Though Duncan knew better. Despite the omegas pretty looks deep down Aerion was psychotic, sadistic, and nothing short of evil. Aerion was everything Duncan hated and stood against. Though then again that's what got him in this situation.
Despite that though Duncan couldn't help but continue to stare. Even when Aerion glared back at him he didn't dare look away. They sat there for a moment. Just staring in each other's eyes. It wasn't till lord Lyonel walked up that Duncan ripped his eyes off Aerion.
Walking away Duncan still felt Aerion's eyes lingering on him. Duncan could only imagine what face Aerion had on his face–Anger. Rage. Disgust. That's what Duncan imagined. He wouldn’t put it past the omega. He could hear that lord Lyonel was talking to him but he couldn't focus on him. The tightness in his chest grew as he continued to imagine his omega angered. Disgusted. Disappointed. He has a sudden feeling that he had to fix it. He had to make it right, he had to please omega. Make him happy.
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Aerion knew what was coming. As he was quickly taken away from the celebration. He dreaded this moment but there was nothing he could do to get out of it. Now fully naked he laid in bed. Just waiting. Waiting for Dunk to come and “claim” him. Mark him as his.
Dread filled him. He knew what alphas were like as soon as they saw an omega slightly revealing any type of skin. Disregarding how the omega themselves might feel. And now he laid naked. Just waiting. Gods knew what Duncan would do to him just thinking about him filled him with fear.
Duncan wasn’t afraid to hit him before, what was to stop him now? Aerion shook his head. He would not let the alpha see or feel his fear; he would sit there and take it. Tolerate it like many before him have had too.
It wasn’t long before Duncan entered. Aerion was wearing nothing, only slightly covered by the silk sheets on the bed. “M’lord” Duncan whispered, his voice deep and hoarse. Aerion didn’t look at him. He refused too.
Duncan for a long time stood there saying nothing. Doing nothing. Looking up, Duncan's face was red but filled with worry. “Are… are you alright M’lord?” “you don’t have to call me that anymore” Duncan gave him a shrug. As if shy.
Aerion tensed up as he felt the alpha sit at the edge of the bed next to him. “M’lord…” Duncan said softly, bringing his hand up to cup Aerion’s cheek. Softly rubbing his finger across Aerion's cheek, Aerion felt confused.
Most alphas would’ve jumped any omega if they were naked. But not Duncan. He sat there creasing his cheek almost… lovingly.
Duncan leaned in to bring their lips together. The kiss was soft and tender. Almost. Almost reassuring. As if he were trying to comfort the smaller male. Duncan continued to place small pecks on Aerion’s lips as if he were scared to fully kiss Aerion.
“M’lord… may I?” Duncan asked. Aerion for a moment stayed quiet, before nodding. Pulling him in again the kiss this time was deeper and rougher.
As Duncan’s tongue entered Aerion’s mouth, he pushed him back on the bed carefully laying him down the bed. Aerion felt exposed. He had never let anyone treat him like this or well… kiss him like this.
Duncan’s pheromones filled Aerion’s lungs. The earthy fresh smell made his body react. Feeling the slick leak out of him he felt disgusted. His body reacting to a few mere kisses? He was no better than a whore.
Aerion’s mind went wild with insults towards his secondary gender but just as quickly as he fell into that he was quickly pulled out. Duncan’s heavy breath thin his ear whispering “gods you’re beautiful” he repeated it over and over. Duncan’s lips going from his lips down his neck and onto his scent glands.
“Just- get it over with” Aerion said through gritted teeth, Duncan pulled back and suddenly Aerion felt colder. Looking up at his eyes there was uncertainty mixed with lust.
“I. I hate how gentle you are. I’m not some delicate flower that must be protected” Duncan’s lips pursed together. “You are now my flower M’lord. And I can do as I wish” rage flooded Aerion’s body. “You are lucky to bed me, you low blood. You’re not worthy of me” Duncan hummed. “You’re right m’lord I'm lucky to have you. Therefore I must protect my flower”
Resting his head on Aerion’s shoulder he took deep breaths letting the scent of saffron and smoke sink deep within his lungs.
“I do not mean to offend you m’lord” Duncan said in a low voice. Aerion said nothing, choosing to let the warmth consume him. “You are the most beautiful person in the world putting the most beautiful flowers to shame”
“Get off me you oaf. You’re squishing me” Duncan listened and got up. Duncan did nothing but stare. “M’lord” he finally spoke up. “May-“ “just hurry up and get this over with”
Duncan gave him a look before grabbing Aerion’s knees, spreading them open. Aerion's face went red. The thought of someone as low born as Duncan seeing such intimate parts of him enraged him. Especially since Duncan wasn’t doing anything he was just staring.
Dunk felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Gods he was blessed. Despite his nasty attitude every single part of Aerion was beautiful.
Duncan laid down on his stomach, his head in between Aerions legs taking Aerions cunt in his mouth. Aerion's body jumped in surprise, grabbing Duncan’s hair he pulled his head back “What the fuck are you doing?!” “You said to hurry up and get it over with?” “Yes! Don't do whatever you're doing!” Duncan said nothing.
Grabbing Aerion's wrist Duncan continued to have his way with Aerion's cunt earning himself a few whimpers from the omega. Duncan felt as if he were intoxicated. The pheromones of his omega and the taste of him was enough to drive Dunk insane.
Moving up Duncan took Aerion's cock in his mouth, thrusting two fingers into Aerion. Who’s hands were now buried in Duncan’s hair. Duncan was losing every moment of this. Looking up Duncan noted just how beautiful Aerion looked.
Legs wide open inviting the alpha, head thrown back putting his neck on full display for him, back arched. Aerion was truly the most beautiful person in the entire nation.
Pulling off of Aerion; Duncan placed a trail of kisses from his hip, stomach, chest, neck, all the way to Aerion’s mouth. Pulling him into another heated kiss he made himself comfortable between Aerion’s leg.
Hooking his hand under Aerion’s thigh he pulled it up letting Aerion's leg rest around Duncan’s waist. “You’re clothes” Aerion said, his voice raspy. Duncan quickly sat up, getting his shirt off and throwing it off to the side. Pulling down his pants as far as he could his cock sprung out hitting Aerion in the thigh.
Before Aerion could get a glance at it Duncan Leander down again crashing their lips together. The kiss was desperate tongues fighting for dominance, Aerion wrapping his arms around Duncan’s neck— Duncan went down kissing Aerion's neck. Aerion's eyes were closed his mouth was left open letting out small gasps escape from him lips.
Duncan's big arm wrapping behind Aerion back lifting him up pressing their body together. Legs still wrapped around Duncan’s waist Aerion could feel the tip of Duncan's cock poking his entrance.
Feeling the warmth that teased the tip Duncan was losing it. His mind could only think about two things. Mark his omega and impregnate him.
finally thrusting into him Duncan’s mind went blank. The warmth that engulfed him was euphoric. The tightness he felt. How wet Aerion felt. The yelp his omega let out was music to his ears.
Letting Aerion back onto the bed he sat up to take in the image of his omega. His silver hair sticking to his temples, the way his skin glistened under the firelight, his eyes glazed over, the way his chest was rising and falling, and the way his hole wrapped perfectly around Duncan's cock. God, he was beautiful.
Thrusting his hips, the sound and heavy breathing, skin slapping against skin, the pretty sounds coming out of his omega's mouth. Duncan was on cloud nine.
Leaning down he licked Aerion's scent glass gracing his canines against them. Aerion reached up: pressing Duncan’s head further down as if begging to be marked. Gods knew how long Duncan was lost in the music of his omegas moans but he felt himself get closer to finishing.
“Aerion” Duncan gasped out “Aerion… I’m close” Aerion nodded. Duncan's thrusts became sloppy and erratic. Cumming he buried himself deep within his omega, biting harshly down on Aerion's neck screaming Aerion came. Aerion felt as if he was being torn apart, Duncan’s knot forming deep within him.
Laying there they let themselves a moment to catch their breath. Turning over Duncan let Aerion get comfortable. Covering his eyes with his forearm Duncan's mind was a blur. He has really lost himself in that. It wasn’t his proudest moment. But at least it is over with now.
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The next morning Aerion found himself on new bed sheets and wrapped the knight's arms. Looking up, Duncan was dead asleep. But Aerion couldn't look away. He looked so peaceful. The man was dead to the world.
Finally ripping his eyes off the man’s face he wiggled his way out of the man’s arms. Standing up his hips ached and his legs trembled. But worse of all he felt as the man’s seed spilled from out of him.
Looking at his wrist, a deep purple bruise was left a great contrast to his pale skin. Picking up the hand mirror he finally got a better look at the mark his alpha left on his nape.
Dread and shame filled him, getting whatever clothes he could find he dressed, leaving the chambers.
He had completed his duties and he had no obligations to continue to please the alpha. His job was done. He accepted his punishment and now he was done with it. He was free to do as he wished.
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As the weeks passed Duncan and Aerion avoided each other. Though Aerion did feel Duncan’s eyes linger on him but never said anything. Not like he cared though. Things were better like this they did what they had to and it stopped at that.
Aerions days these days were cold and boring. Though his day was disturbed by being called on by his father. Walking in he was surprised to see Dunk standing there. “Aerion. I have decided to send Ser Duncan on a quest” Aerion scoffed. “Do as you wish” turning on his heel he walked out ignoring the pit in his stomach.