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Aerion rolled his eyes as the Lord of Storm End stumbled his way back to the royal’s table, his obnoxious laugh louder than the minstrels hired to play for the celebration.
The prince snatched his cup from the table before Lyonel Baratheon could knock it over, taking a sip to keep from making a snide remark.
Lyonel chuckled to himself as he dropped into his chair, adjusting his ridiculous antler crown as he caught his breath. “With music as lovely as this, how could I not dance?” The lord said to the king beside him.
Of course he had to be sat beside Aerion.
“With a guest as esteemed as you, Lyonel, how could I not bring in the best King’s Landing has to offer?” His uncle said as they leaned in to better hear each other. “It is your night, indulge in all you would like, my friend.” Baelor offered, patting the drunken lord’s back.
“Well,” Lyonel started. Aerion bit his tongue as the lord nudged him with his elbow, trying to include the princeling. “When the king orders you to have fun, how could we say no?” He said, letting out a bark of laughter before downing the rest of his cup in one breath, slamming it down on the table. “You there! Another cup!” Lyonel yelled to the servant girl, holding his emptied cup towards her to fill.
Aerion quickly tapped his own before she could step back, signalling her to top him off. He would need a lot more to get through the night.
“Say, is that–” Lyonel paused to stifle a belch. “Ser Duncan the Tall? From uh.. Where was it– that tourney in Ashford?” The beta asked Baelor, pointing towards the corner Aerion had purposefully ignored all evening.
The omega’s hair bristled at his mention, his uncle beginning to speak.
“Aye,” his uncle nodded. “A knight as strong as he, I could not allow him to wither on the hedge. He is my dear nephew’s guard now.” Baelor said, Aerion could feel his eyes on him. “Only the best knight for our royal omega.”
“Of course, of course.” Lyonel said, sparing the irate princeling a quick glance. “Say, would you mind if I beckoned him over? We spent many a night together in Ashford and I have grown quite fond of the oaf.. I would love to catch up with the ol’ boy.”
Aerion felt a snarl creeping up his throat as the lord eyed his knight from a far, a look he recognized immediately pooling in the beta’s dark eyes. A look of hunger, like a predator setting its sights on its prey.
His uncle looked surprised for a moment, blinking his eyes as he followed the lord’s gaze to where Ser Duncan stood at his post. Thinking for a moment, Baelor tilted his head. “I don’t see why not. We have many guards.. I suppose I can let him off for the eve.” The king said, sitting back in his chair to beckon over the head of the white cloaks, whispering to him to have another guard replace Duncan.
“Wonderful!” Lyonel yelled, clapping his hands together as he stood.
Aerion sneered in disgust as the Lord of Storm End clambered his way onto the table, drawing the entire room’s attention to him as he stood.
“Ser Duncan the Tall! Your king and lord require your presence!” Lyonel bellowed over the noise of the ball.
For the first time that evening, Aerion’s eyes turned to where Duncan stood. He watched the alpha’s face turn red as all eyes turned to him, the ballroom going quiet as he looked around at all their curious faces.
Looking behind him, Duncan turned back to the Lord of Storm End, pointing a finger to his chest to make sure it was him the beta was calling for. As if there were another Ser Duncan the Tall, as if there were another man in all of the seven kingdoms quite like him.
“Yes!” Lyonel yelled, nearly doubling over as he laughed. “You! Get your ass over here!” He called out before jumping down in front of the table to await the knight.
Seeing another guard approach to relieve him, Duncan nodded to them before quickly making his way to the front of the room, bowing before the royal family.
“Yes, m’ lord?” He said, his brow furrowed in worried confusion.
“Oh hush with all that, boy.” Lyonel said as he waved formalities away. “Have you no time for a friend? At his own celebration? Come! Sit with me.” The lord said as he wrapped an arm around the knight’s shoulders, directing him around the table to where a servant had brought up another chair, placing it between Aerion and Lyonel.
Turning a look towards his uncle to see if he was actually allowing this behavior, Aerion growled under his breath when all Baelor did was chuckle, bringing his cup to his lips as he shook his head.
Aerion made a sound of disgust when the servant girl accidentally brushed against him as she set a cup and plate of food down for the knight, shooting her a sharp glare. “My apologies, your highness.” She quickly said, her gaze falling to the ground before hurrying away.
The princeling’s jaw clenched angrily as Ser Duncan bowed his head to him prior to taking his seat. “Yer highness.” He said in that lowborn accent that drove the omega mad.
“Don’t touch me, you dolt.” The princeling hissed as their knees brushed against one another underneath the table, making the alpha’s face red all over again.
“Oh, do not mind him—omegas and their mood swings.” Lyonel grumbled teasingly under his breath. “How has King’s Landing been fairing for you, my boy?” He asked, not seeing Aerion’s seething glare as he cupped the back of the alpha’s neck with his hand. “Have the Targaryen’s been treating you well? Or shall I whisk you away to Storm End, puppy?” He whispered the last part in Duncan’s ear.
Aerion felt his blood begin to boil as he watched the drunkard’s fingers scratch at his nape, making goosebumps rise on Ser Duncan’s skin.
“The—” Duncan stuttered as it took everything in him not to glance at the omega beside him. “They treat me very well, m’ lord.” He said, swallowing as he met the king’s amused smirk. The knight quickly snatched his cup as soon as it was filled, taking a deep gulp to wet his tongue dried by nerves.
“Yes, I think we have all grown quite fond of our hedge knight. If you want him for your own guard, I’m afraid you will have to take him from my cold dead hands.” Baelor jested, getting a playful laugh from the lord in return.
“Oh, seven forbid— Long live the king!” Lyonel bellowed into the crowd, eliciting an echoed roar from them.
Aerion rolled his eyes as his uncle clapped the lord on the back.
“I still remember the days of our youth—oh, you should have seen him, puppy.” Lyonel purred into the knight’s ear again, much too close for Aerion’s comfort. “He fought like a god amongst men! He was untouchable.”
“I bear far too many scars for that to be true.” Baelor said, chuckling into his cup. “You held your own as well, if I recall.” The king said. “Like a rabid honey badger, he was. Could send even a giant like you running for his mother.” He spoke to the knight.
“I still could.” Lyonel said, pointing a finger towards the king.
“I do not doubt it, my friend.” The king said, clinking his cup against the lord’s.
Aerion did not understand how anyone could stand the insufferable fool.
Not long after their reminiscence of days past, the king excused himself from the table to make his rounds about the ballroom, leaving Aerion to suffer the maddening torture of having to watch Lord Baratheon throw himself at Duncan like a common whore.
Quickly losing control of his pheromones, Aerion furiously chugged his drink as Lyonel clung to Duncan, whispering stories into his ear whilst he flirtatiously walked his fingers up the knight's arm.
To think Lyonel could become even more loose than he already was at his normal, Aerion was irate to learn it only worsened the drunker he became, if it was even possible. The prince had seen whores with more dignity than Lord Baratheon.
“You should see the chambers they stuck me in, puppy. Grander even than my own in Storm End. Though I think you would like them all the same.” Lyonel said, chuckling flirtatiously. Aerion’s nostrils flared with rage as he spotted the lord’s hand disappearing under the table from the corner of his eyes.
Confirming its placement with a surprised jolt, Duncan’s entire spine straightened as the Laughing Lord’s hand felt up his muscled thigh, making his entire face redden.
Stuttering to catch his tongue, Duncan squirmed in his seat as he quickly glanced at the prince. “Y-yes, the Red Keep is–is.. Even grander than they say.” He said, clearing his throat before leaning forward to shovel food into his mouth.
Aerion watched the beta lean back in his chair with an amused chuckle, his eyes trailing down the knight’s broad back. Unable to help himself, Lyonel reached out to tug softly on a strand of the alpha’s dirty blonde hair, running his palm down his back. The omega could see as Duncan’s entire torso tensed in response.
“I see the kingsguard has been putting you to work. You feel even firmer than our last encounter–” Lyonel paused when the princeling stabbed a piece of potato so hard it jostled the table, the attention he was drawing to himself making his mood perfectly known.
“..My prince, it appears something troubles you tonight. Perhaps the.. Excitement of the ball has made you weary.” Lord Baratheon stated. Aerion’s nostrils flared at his condescending tone.
Sliding back into the conversation with ease, Baelor patted his nephew’s shoulder as he rounded the corner to retake his seat. “Yes, nephew. Perhaps it is time for you to retire for the eve.”
“I am fine, right where I am.” Aerion growled as he stabbed another piece of food, his teeth scraping across his fork as he angrily ate the bite.
Raising his eyebrows in acceptance, the lord turned to converse with the returned king, his hand still resting on the small of Duncan’s back, scratching at it mindlessly.
With the elders distracted, Ser Duncan risked finally turning to the omega in his guard, his eyes wide with fear for his fate come the end of the night.
“Yer–.. Yer highn–” Duncan tried, but was stopped before he could even start.
“Just because Lord Baratheon invited you to sit with us, does not give you the permission to speak to me, you oaf.” Aerion hissed, stilling the knight’s thick hand from touching his thigh midair.
The omega’s jaw clenched with irritation as Duncan’s hand faltered for a moment before retreating, falling into his lap.
It wasn’t just Lyonel’s shameless behavior that bothered him, but the familiarity of it. Touching Duncan in places Aerion thought only he knew would make the alpha shiver. Speaking to him in ways only two who had been familiar in such intimate ways would speak to one another.
Unable to simmer the boiling rage in his blood, Aerion forced himself to sit through the entire ball, long after he would have normally taken his leave. Watching the lord make a fool of himself, watching his knight squirm beside the dragon a hair away from burning the entire kingdom to ruins.
Never feeling such anger before, Aerion couldn’t bring himself to leave his alpha knight unattended. And it wasn’t because he was frightened, he told himself. It wasn’t because he couldn’t trust the knight. It was him. It was the notorious rake of a man, Lyonel Baratheon he couldn’t trust.
The fucking bastard.
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The walk back to the prince’s chambers was dead silent as his knight escorted him through the keep, his angry pheromones filling the corridors with trails of smoke.
Storming into his chambers, Aerion could not even look at the alpha as Duncan gently closed the door behind them, careful not to upset the omega any more than he already had.
“Yer highness?” The brave knight finally dared to say as Aerion nearly ripped the laces of his doublet open, throwing the fabric haphazardly across the room.
“Yer highness, are–.. Are you cross with me?” He stupidly asked, making Aerion laugh bitterly.
“I don’t know. Do I have a reason to be? Puppy.” He spat, his eyes narrowing as he finally turned to find the knight standing awkwardly near the door. A quick exit, smart.
“Aerion, please–” The prince cut him off.
“Did you actually bed him?” He asked, his brow furrowed with anger and honestly, disbelief.
Duncan’s mouth quickly closed shut as all the color drained from his face. The pale look of guilt marring the knight’s face being all Aerion needed to know it was true.
“It was before I had met you.” The alpha tried to explain, crossing the room to stand before his omega.
“You disgusting wretch.” Aerion snarled as he shoved Duncan’s chest, his close proximity sickening him. “I cannot believe I allowed you to touch me.” He screamed, smacking away the alpha’s hands that tried to reach for him.
“How was I to know I’d meet you right after?” Duncan’s voice grew louder, more desperate as he continued to try and appease the princeling. The knight’s lips pursed in frustration as Aerion slapped him. It was a good slap too, instantly leaving a red handprint upon his cheek.
“Please, sweetlin–” He dared using that name.
“Don’t call me that!” Aerion screamed at him, the thought of hearing the term of endearment making him seeth with rage. He felt anything but sweet right now. “How dare you speak to me like that, you dog. I am your prince!”
“It was–” Duncan paused to let out a huff of exasperation. “It was the first time someone had offered themselves to me without having to pay them afterwards.”
Aerion’s mouth fell open, a look of utter disgust contorting his face. How he thought that admittance would help, Aerion had not a clue. But Duncan was never the smartest.
“You fucking–whore!” He said as he shoved Duncan back, his hands alternating between hitting his chest and slapping his maddeningly handsome face.
Only able to take so much, Duncan bared his teeth in a fierce growl as he grabbed the prince’s wrists, easily stopping his assault. The omega was no match for his strength.
“Yer highness–” The knight growled through clenched teeth.
“Do not speak to me! Don’t–touch me!” Aerion cursed as he struggled to free his hands, snarling as his skin ached from how hard he fought against the knight’s grip.
“Aerion!” Duncan bellowed in a voice only an alpha could possess, nearly making the omega submit. Nearly.
Finally yanking himself free–but it was more likely Duncan simply let him go– Aerion snarled as he stumbled back. The prince panted as he corrected himself, his eyes as sharp as daggers as they looked upon the knight.
“Strip.” He snapped.
He watched as Duncan’s face balked with confusion. “What?” He asked, dumbfounded by the command.
“If you want to act like a whore,” Aerion started, his chest still heaving. “Then I will treat you as such.. Strip.” He growled as he furiously began untying the laces of his trousers, kicking off his boots.
The alpha’s nostrils flared with a mixture of frustration and animalistic hunger as the prince shoved his pants down, pulling them free from his ankles before ripping his tunic over his head. Raking his eyes down the omega’s lithe form, Duncan’s chest began to heave with heavy breaths as he pulled at the laces to his own pants.
Not moving fast enough for the maddening prince, Aerion grabbed Duncan by his tunic, ripping it open as their mouths crashed together in a heated kiss, their teeth clashing together. Aerion heard the quiet ‘plink’ of buttons hitting the floor as they flew in every direction.
Feeling the knight’s giant paws reaching around to grope his ass, Aerion bit Duncan’s bottom lip as he growled, swiveling them around so he could shove the alpha back onto his bed.
Bouncing atop the mattress, Duncan’s tongue poked out to lick the bead of blood coming from his lip, swiping it away with his hand to inspect. When he met Aerion’s gaze once more, the omega noted how quickly his eyes had darkened with lust.
The knight only managed to pull his pants down far enough to free his cock before Aerion was climbing onto him, straddling his hips. The omega was already dripping wet as he dragged his cunt against Duncan’s hardening cock, throwing his head back as a buzz of pleasure ran through his core.
His thick hand’s exploration of the prince’s thighs was cut short as Aerion slapped him again, tearing his belt from his pants before pinning the knight’s wrists above his head. All Duncan could do was watch as the princeling fastened his wrists to the headboard of his bed.
“No more do you get to touch me with your filthy hands.” Aerion said, his voice breathless with exhilaration. The alpha growled in pain as his restraints were tightened, cutting into his skin.
Rolling his hips down onto the thick body beneath him, a corner of Aerion’s lips curled as the alpha whimpered, his brow furrowed fearfully as he stared up at his clenched hands, straining against the leather of his own belt.
“Aer–”
“Shut up.” The prince hissed as his own hands trailed down the man’s chest, his fingers scratching through the thick blonde hair growing there. “Good dogs only bark when commanded to.”
The omega purred smugly as Duncan quickly bit his lip, his eyes screwing shut as his hips bucked up, desperate to be inside the prince.
Reaching between them to take hold of the alpha’s cock, Aerion raised himself up on his knees, sinking down onto the impressive length in one quick drop. The prince growled as he took the entirety of him, his velvet-soft walls spasming uncontrollably around Duncan’s cock as it tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Aerion shuttered as he felt slick rush out of him, his body trying desperately to ease the pleasurable burn of its stretch.
“How many were there?” He asked breathlessly, needing a moment to adjust.
He sneered as Duncan shook his head, his eyes glued to where their bodies became one. “Not–” He whimpered when Aerion rose and fell in an experimental thrust. “Not many–I swear.” He said. “Only when I was in rut and Ser Arlan had the coin–” Duncan growled through clenched teeth when Aerion lifted his rear until only the tip was still inside. “It wasn’t often!” He swore, trying to draw his feet up so he would not slip from the omega’s moist folds.
Slamming back down onto his cock, Aerion bore his fangs in a sneer as he imagined how many giant, blue eyed bastards roamed the seven kingdoms. The thought sickened him.
“And Lyonel Baratheon?” The omega snarled the name, his small hands closing around the knight’s neck.
“Fuck, Aerion–enough of this!” He tried to sound stern, but all Aerion could hear was how desperate he was, how the wood of his headboard creaked from Duncan’s efforts to free himself.
Falling into a slow but brutal rhythm, Aerion ignored his pleas as he fucked himself on the alpha’s cock, Duncan’s tortured expression and sounds bringing him more pleasure than any cock or tongue.
“Did his hole feel better than mine, puppy?” He asked as he leaned down, their lips a breath apart. Duncan’s brow furrowed, his eyes lidded with pleasure as he shook his head quickly.
“Did his kiss taste sweeter?” He hissed, flexing his fingers into Duncan’s neck.
“No!” The alpha yelled, choking himself as he tried to kiss the prince, but was stopped by the lithe hands still around his throat.
“Were his moans prettier than mine?” He asked, breaking the last of the alpha’s restraint.
Letting out a furious growl, Duncan broke through the wooden bars of the headboard, flipping them over before the omega could even think to react.
His hands still bound by the leather belt, Duncan kept them tucked underneath the prince’s neck as he rammed his cock as deep as it would go inside Aerion’s cunt, making the princeling bare his teeth in a guttural scream as his cockhead bruised his cervix.
“He wasn’t even half of you.” Duncan growled, his voice so low he sounded more beast than man.
Shocked by the sincere fire burning in the alpha’s blue eyes, Aerion felt his heart clench with an unfamiliar feeling.
Aerion’s breath hitched, left speechless as the knight sat back on his knees. He watched Duncan use his teeth to gnaw the belt loose, tossing it to who knows where and who fucking cared before grabbing Aerion by the backs of his knees, folding the omega in half.
Pinned to the mattress by his unyielding hands, Aerion screamed as the alpha pounded into him mercilessly, the weight of his gargantuan form slamming down against him. Aerion knew he would wake with bruises come the morrow.
The knight acted no better than a beast, growling just the same as he pistoned his cock into the poor omega’s cunt. The disgustingly lewd squelching of their bodies could be heard even over the princeling’s pathetic cries of pleasure.
Leaning down to snarl into Aerion’s ear, the omega whimpered as he instinctively exposed his neck to the alpha, completely submitting to the man.
“Aye, he was fun for a night. But you,” Duncan said, dragging his aching fangs against the princeling’s offered scent glands. It took every last ounce of restraint left in him not to claim the omega right then and there. “I could take you for a lifetime and never tire.” The knight growled.
Looking into the alpha’s eyes, Aerion’s vision blurred with tears, of pain, of pleasure, of utter devotion as Duncan captured his lips in a passionate kiss.
Feeling the unforgettable sensation of the alpha’s knot beginning to swell inside him, Aerion’s moans were swallowed up by Duncan’s fierce kiss.
Ripping his mouth free to gasp for air, Aerion whimpered as the knight kissed along his jaw, nipping at his throat like a bad dog. Or perhaps it made him good, for it was exactly what the omega wished for him to do.
“You’re mine.” Aerion panted breathlessly, his fingers threading through dirty blonde hair.
“I’m yers.” The alpha grunted into his ear. Aerion’s eyes rolled back into his skull as his knot yanked painfully at his rim. He moaned pitifully as his cunt tried to cling onto the bulbous knot instinctively, not wanting to let it go.
Ramming his cock into the boy one last time, they groaned in unison when Duncan finally forced the swollen base past the omega’s loosened hole, stretching it even further as it engorged to its full size.
Cradling Duncan’s face against his scent gland, Aerion’s entire body shook with pleasure as his climax crashed over him, his entire mind going blank. Aerion’s breath got caught in this throat as the knight continued rolling his hips into him, carrying him through his orgasm as he grinded his knot into his quaking sex.
All he could feel were the twitches of Duncan’s cock pulsing inside him, all he could think of was sinking his fangs into the alpha’s neck.
“I’m yers.” The knight whispered breathlessly, his body melting on top of the omega from fatigue. One of Duncan’s hands came up to cradle the back of Aerion’s head, pulling at his short silver hair to better expose his vulnerable neck. The other groping at Aerion’s thigh as they wrapped around the alpha’s waist.
The fact surprised even he, but Aerion had very early on discovered he loved the weight of Duncan’s body atop him. It made him feel.. Calm. Cloaked in his warmth, the source of his settling scent inches from his nose.
Wrapping his arms around the alpha’s broad shoulders, the purr that came from him was hoarse from screaming. His eyes fluttered from his exhaustive bliss as he gently dragged his nails down Duncan’s back, slick with cooling sweat.
“Anyone with a pretty face could have Lyonel Baratheon.” The knight spoke after finally catching his breath, raising his head to look his prince in the eyes. “But you chose me.. Over lords and ladys, princes and princesses.. You chose me to give yer heart to.” He whispered with such sincerity, it made the omega feel as though he could melt, his rough hands caressing Aerion’s cheek like he was the most precious thing in all the seven kingdoms. “Yer an honor I do not take lightly, my prince.”
Blinking back the mist growing in his lilac eyes, Aerion forced himself to look away, the knight’s declaration making him feel shy. “So you think yourself pretty?” He said to cut through the overwhelming emotions he felt.
The alpha chuckled softly as he turned Aerion’s chin towards him once more, capturing his pouty lips in a gentle kiss.
“I must be if even a beauty like you will take me to bed.” He said, kissing the princeling sweetly once more.
As soon his knot deflated, Duncan rolled off of him, falling onto the mattress with a sated sigh.
Not satisfied, the omega was quick to climb back on top of his lap, rubbing his seed-soaked cunt against the alpha to rouse him once more.
Ignoring Duncan’s tired, confused look, Aerion brought one of the knight’s hands to his cocklet, wrapping his callused fingers around the quickly hardening length.
“Again.”
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Aerion sat with his knees drawn up to his chest as he watched the morning sunlight begin to lighten his bedchambers, thinking about the last time he took his moon tea. His walls clenched uncontrollably as he felt the alpha’s seed oozing from his sore cunt.
They had gone until that dreadful night was no more and Lyonel Baratheon was nothing but a distant memory.
Having taken three knots and countless other climaxes inside him, there was not enough moon tea in all of the seven kingdoms to stop a pup from catching.
Crossing his ankles, Aerion tried to stop anymore from leaking out as he looked at the sleeping alpha beside him, his tree trunk sized limbs sprawled out across the bed. Aerion exhaled as he rested his head on his arms, just.. taking in the sight of the lowborn who filled him with madness. That turned his entire world on its axis. That made him want for things that would offset the balance of their world.
But Aerion was never one to fear the tipping of scales.
Draping himself atop the knight’s furry chest, Aerion’s purr was hoarse and crackly as he nestled his face into the crook of Duncan’s neck, rubbing his scent into the alpha’s skin despite how useless it was. They already reeked of each other. Probably would for days.
Good, he thought. Perhaps it will ward off Lyonel’s filthy hands.
“Mmph.” The exhausted man murmured, half asleep. The omega’s eyes fluttered shut as he lapped at Duncan’s scent gland like a kitten, nipping the skin softly before soothing it with a kiss.
“Please, Rion.” Duncan murmured sleepily. “No more.. I’ve nothing left in me.” He slurred.
Ignoring his weak pleas, Aerion trailed kisses up the knight’s jaw until he could capture his lips. “Yer— tryin’— to kill me.” Duncan said between lazy kisses. The man could not even open his eyes, but he made sure to return each sweet kiss from his prince, savoring each one.
Rolling them onto their sides so he could trap Aerion in his thick arms, a tired rumble came from deep inside the alpha’s chest. Aerion felt his eyes grow heavy as his knight dragged his callused fingers up and down his spine.
The prince’s body relaxed into Duncan’s embrace as a languid kiss was smushed against his forehead.
“My beautiful boy.” The alpha murmured sleepily. And Aerion felt a peace only his hedge knight could bring.