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Aerion still felt the sharp sting on his cheek from where Maekar had slapped him.
Perhaps it had only felt worse because of the damage Ser Duncan had already done to his face.
But Aerion had every right to a Trial of Seven did he not?
“Stupid fucking—”.
Aerion didn’t have a clue what the Hell’s he was referring to.
Maekar? That too-big Hedge Knight? This whole damn tourney?
All of the above apparently.
Aerion decided then and there he needed some air.
The Omega truly was missing home; any of them, The Red Keep, Summerhall, even Dragonstone.
The tourney always smelt like smoke and mud, it made Aerion’s nose wrinkle the second he was out of Ashford Castle.
He wasn’t stupid enough to just walk out there, basically putting a target on his own head, he’d seen what his actions caused by killing that damn horse, he couldn’t imagine how some of these peasants would react after he’d assaulted that girl.
The thought made him huff through his nose.
Instead he decided to keep to the shadows, atleast to get someplace that he could have some peace.
It wasn’t too hard, a cloak to hide his ashen hair and for the first time he thanked the God’s they’d bestowed him with slightness.
He felt a wave of relief the moment he got to a clearing by a river, near an oak tree reminiscent of the gardens back home.
Aerion almost sat down.
Almost.
He would have if it wasn’t for the splash in the water making him freeze in place, his eyes squinting to get a good look at whatever— or rather whoever it was.
Aerion stared, his mouth slowly falling agape in shock, in awe.
It was Dunk, in his all too-tall glory, standing in the moonlit lake as he bathed himself but— no.
It wasn’t just that.
Aerion stared at the vermillion scales adorning his body, the long tail protruding from the the end of his spine and from his angle Aerion could just see the slight curve of horns nestled in his hair.
Aerion didn’t know what to do, he felt frozen in place like he’d just come upon something forbidden.
And the thing in question was the damn Hedge Knight.
Even so it was so clear what he was;
A dragon.
Just thinking it made Aerion shudder and slowly he walked towards him, carefully minding his step as if he was approaching a wild animal, though at this point it wouldn’t be so far off.
“What—”.
Perhaps Aerion shouldn’t have disregarded this man’s perception, he watched as Dunk sniffed the air and Aerion stuttered in place once more, standing still as if he would turn invisible if he did it long enough.
He also hadn’t quite realised his scent was so potent.
Dunk turned, his eyes immediately finding the Omega and he stared back at him, eyes just as surprised.
“Seven Hell’s!”
Dunk almost fell back, he would have looked like an idiot if his body splashed into the water.
“What are you doing?!” Perhaps he shouldn’t be screaming bloody murder at the same Prince who basically wanted him executed— and perhaps Aerion was here to do that exact thing, Dunk had been so caught up in the moment he hadn’t realized;
Oh fuck, he saw everything, I’m completely exposed.
Aerion would have been interested in Dunk’s glowing eyes, slitted pupils and the scales adorning his body if he hadn’t been met with Dunk’s lower half;
He had two cocks.
Two. cocks.
Aerion’s tongue absentmindedly swiped across his bottom lip as he stared.
The dragon had been one thing, he was never quite prepared for something like this.
The Omega forced a swallow despite the saliva pooling under his tongue like some unhinged mutt, he could have scolded himself unceasingly if his mind wasn’t so clouded with the feverish want suddenly rising in him and the heat pooling inside his stomach.
His hands even felt twitchy with the pulling urge of needing to climb the man— no, the dragon in front of him and mount him.
Then Aerion was on him, grabbing onto Dunk’s arms in an obsessive nature, feeling over the sharp scales, the rough raised texture against his finger tips sent a jolt up his hand everytime he stroked over them and he was almost ready to press his tongue against some just to know how they’d taste, how they’d feel.
He would have if Dunk hadn’t stopped him.
The man’s body had flushed in embarrassment although concealed by the darkness of night, but Aerion was close enough to him to catch it; even his scales shone a different hue.
He didn’t even care that Dunk grabbed his wrists, nor did he care by the sudden manhandling.
Dunk hauled him backwards, Aerion’s feet struggling to get a footing on the wet ground as the Alpha moved them both from the lake.
The grip Dunk had on his wrists felt violent, even if it was only accidental, Dunk’s claws— ones Aerion never recalled him having before, dug against his flesh.
It made Aerion moan.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Dunk hissed through his teeth, he knew full well he shouldn't be handling the Prince like this, he was already in it deep from his assault in the tent and this could just tip the already losing scale he was on.
But Dunk was far more concerned about his secret than anything else.
Aerion stared up at him, though his dazed expression turned into anger to rival Dunk’s own as his face contorted, a scowl pulling to his lips.
“What the fuck are you doing!” He countered, his scent flaring angrily despite his aroused state.
“Keeping this from me!” He tried to get his hands free from Dunk’s grasp but the Alpha just tightened his grip.
“I’m a Targaryen, I’m meant to own you!— how dare you hide this from me!” Aerion finally tugged his wrists away from Dunk’s grasp with his sudden outburst making the dragon falter.
Aerion was immediately on him again, grabbing Dunk’s face in his hands and dragging him down.
“You are mine”. Aerion declared in such a way that indicated Dunk had no say in the matter.
“Yours?” Dunk questioned, he actually laughed because he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, just hours ago Aerion had declared for his head with a Trial of Seven now he was saying what? That Dunk was now his property.
“Mine”. Aerion growled like some rabid animal, the heat that had been blooming without him was becoming more and more potent by the second and Dunk was only starting to catch on that he’d influenced Aerion into an early heat all because he found out his true nature.
Aerion’s tongue flicked out and he licked his dry lips again.
“You have to have me”. It was another demand.
“I am a dragon, I am your other, you must”.
For a moment Aerion wanted to dig his fingernails against Dunk’s cheeks to really make him understand but he dare not mark the scales there.
They were too sacred.
Dunk couldn’t even believe what he was hearing, Aerion was demanding him something that was forbidden and the Alpha shouldn’t even consider it and yet?
Yet here he was, standing in the moonlight as his mind slowly clouded, enveloped by Aerion’s scent pulling him in, the air around Dunk thickened, sweet with the smell of amber and smoke and something else invading his senses that he couldn’t quite pick up on but it was the most pleasant thing he’d ever smelt in his life.
“God’s”
Dunk felt dizzy from the pheromones, it wasn’t making it any better when Aerion’s fingers started to stroke at his own scent glands.
He was going to the super Hell’s whether he liked it or not.
“Stop—”. Dunk sucked in a breath, but he couldn’t get another word out before Aerion was lunging at him again, wrapping his legs around Dunk’s torso the action had caught the Alpha off guard, his eyes flying open once more as his hands reached for Aerion’s waist on reflex as they both fell to the ground.
Aerion seemed crazed above him, his eyes showcasing his sudden obsession and the lust that was quickly overtaking him.
The Omega’s hand immediately went to one of Dunk’s cock’s making his hand look dwarfed in comparison and his mouth watered even just thinking about taking one inside his cunt, nevermind both of them at the same time.
“Fuck— what are you fucking doing— you’re insane”.
Dunk groaned he made no attempt to move despite Aerion being half his size, he was at his mercy.
“You’re been hiding yourself from me”. Aerion bared his teeth still akin a rabid animal before leaning down and licking his tongue across Dunk’s lips.
“All this time and you were in Flea Bottom of all places just waiting for me”. Aerion sucked in a breath like he was genuinely upset with himself, his hand tightening around Dunk’s cock and in turn the Alpha shivered.
“A Dragon hiding from a Targaryen? They called me crazy but I knew it would come to this, knew you’d be waiting for me”. Aerion laughed to himself as his thumb stroked against a prominent vein against Dunk’s cock, the other tips of his fingers tracing against the scales.
If he had known a dragon had caused him to bleed he would have not made such a scene, actually, he might have pulled Dunk’s breeches down there and then swallowed his cock in front of the crowd.
By now Aerion knew he was soaking, his slick leaking everywhere, but he cared more about getting out of his own trousers than having his bare arse on some grass.
It wasn’t the most pleasant place to mount a dragon but Aerion didn’t want to waste anymore time.
God’s above he could just imagine himself round with child, breathing a fire in his belly and the thought only enticed him further as he stripped off his pants and undergarment, his slick coated thighs sticking together.
Dunk could smell him more potent now, a rich fiery scent.
And he couldn’t help himself because at the end of it all, he was but a man fuelled by his desires as an Alpha and an Omega was offering him his all.
“Fuck”.
No doubt this was some sort of treason to the crown if his cock entered Aerion’s cunt, nevermind if he actually bred him and yet breeding was the one thing that his mind chanted over and over and over again.
Aerion moved his hips, his cunt pressing up against the two large cocks and he had the urge to just rut against them, the scales would catch deliciously against his clit but Aerion needed more than just release, he needed to stake his claim properly, he needed Dunk to knot him full of dragon seed.
The Omega’s eyes flickered, staring at Dunk just to make sure he was looking and oh, he was, his eyes fixated on Aerion with the gaze of a man already half-doomed.
A smirk pulled to Aerion’s lips as he raised himself, hovering over one of Dunk’s cocks as he lined it up with his hole.
And he sunk down, his cunt opening up and greedily taking him in.
Aerion had never felt a stretch like this before, Dunk’s cock felt like it was already filling him to his limit and yet Aerion continued to sink down, the ridged scales adorning the dragon’s cock scraped against his walls causing Aerion to let out a whimper.
All the while, Dunk’s claws sunk in Aerion’s hips, drawing blood from the flesh but naturally Aerion revelled in it, Dunk marking him like he was just as much as his own territory as Aerion thought this dragon was to him.
A long moan fell from Aerion’s lips the moment the Omega’s cunt took all— one of Dunk’s cock’s inside, a prominent bulge distorting his stomach.
Aerion stared down at himself, a small laugh pulling from him again, breathless.
He brought his hand to his belly, his fingers ghosting.
“Look how much you fill me, like you were made just for me”.
Dunk couldn’t look away, eyes half lidded as he watched Aerion’s thighs tremble like his legs were fighting hard to keep upright from both the sheer mass of Dunk and the size of his cock.
Aerion contemplated just sitting like this, his cunt warning Dunk’s cock as if it was his very own trophy he intended to keep safe and locked away but it would be such a waste of the other to be neglected, and worse yet; a waste of not allowing himself to be impregnated by the dragon.
He was too much of selfish man to not take what was owed to him.
The Omega finally raised himself before dropping down, once— twice, Dunk’s ignored cock slapping against Aerion’s pussy everytime the Omega raised his hips up and down again and again.
He already looked like the portrait of debauchery, Aerion’s back arching as his hands splayed themselves on Dunk’s chest for leverage.
Though Aerion wasn’t the only selfish man here, despite Dunk’s stop, despite his prior denial he was eating every bit of Aerion’s depravity up.
“Need— Hmggh”.
Aerion gasped the moment Dunk’s hips fucked up into him suddenly, the abrupt movement making him lurch forward, Duck’s cock kissing against his cervix.
Bittersweet pain shot through him but his conscience was telling him;
Take it all.
Aerion was quick to get his bearings back— or as composed as he could be when he was fucking himself to oblivion on dragon cock.
“—more, need more”.
Aerion’s words hiccuped as he reached down and grabbed Dunk’s other cock, angry and red against his cunt just begging to be buried in it.
“F-Fuck”.
Dunk groaned, his eyes falling from Aerion for a moment to watch the blond pump his cock then move himself back just enough so he could line his cunt up with the other one.
There’s no way it should even fit.
Aerion was going to make it fit.
The Omega’s copious amounts of slick was doing justice, his body opening up for the second cock despite all odds.
The burn felt like nothing he’d ever felt before as if this was Aerion’s own divine punishment for taking so long to find his dragon.
His eyes watered and his nose scrunched up as inch by inch he took the second cock into his lithe body.
Sweat glistened against his porcelain skin— or perhaps it was from Dunk’s own body from whence he’d been in the water, but it mattered little when by the end of this both of them would be drenched in cum and slick.
Aerion’s eyes rolled and his mouth fell agape the moment he had Dunk’s cock fully inside his cunt, both of them nestled in the very spot they were destined to be.
A sense of pride overwhelmed Aerion which was quickly taken back over by his sheer unbridled lust.
His breathing skipped as he tried to move his hips again but he was stuffed so full he could barely grasp the rhythm again.
“Duncan—”.
His voice was pleading.
“—Take what is yours”.
Dragons were animals of greed after all.
Aerion cried out the moment Dunk flipped their positions, the Alpha had pushed Aerion back against the grass, manhandling Aerion’s legs over his shoulders and mounting him.
The only other time in Dunk’s life is ever felt so alive is when he held a sword in his hand for the first time.
But this?
This was another type of adrenaline.
His hips pulled back before pressing forward, Dunk’s thrusts unyielding.
“God-d’s!” Aerion’s whole body jolted against the grass, his nails dug into Dunk’s back and tearing at his scaled skin.
He cried out again, and his back arched off the ground, every single time Dunk fucked into him he couldn’t stop the plethora of moans falling from his lips.
He felt Dunk’s tail curl around him, a strange feeling of safety mingling with the ecstasy.
“Please—pleaseplease”. Aerion whined, his thighs shaking against Dunk’s shoulders and he felt the buildup of his climax, his cunt spasming around Dunk’s cocks.
He sucked in a breath and it burned the back of his throat when Dunk didn’t let up, when his begging had only escalated the Alpha to go harder.
Aerion felt like he blacked out for half a second the moment he came, his orgasm ripping through him with such ferocity, he felt his cunt convulse around Dunk’s cocks as slick gushed out of his hole.
He was trembling yet Dunk continued; relentless, driving himself deep inside of Aerion again and again and all the Omega could do was whimper and take it.
His whole body shuddered in overestimation but that didn’t deter him for his obvious goal; he needed Dunk to knot him, to claim him, to put a fucking pup inside his belly.
As many times as it took.
“Do it”.
Aerion’s voice was raw.
“Knot me”.
Dunk, even in his own bliss was still aware, his chest heaved up and down and he panted.
“You’ll tear—“.
Aerion growled at him, low and guttural like he meant his words with his entire being, his hand moved from Dunk’s back to grab at one of his horns, jerking the Alpha’s head to aside.
“Fucking do it!”
The Omega demanded before his teeth sank viciously into Dunk’s claiming gland.
Dunk’s eyes flew open, his whole body shuttering from Aerion’s sudden onslaught, his rational side of him withering away which was once again replaced with need.
His hips continued smacking against Aerion’s, once, twice— thrice before Dunk’s knots began to swell once he spilled inside him, heavy and full inside his cunt, locking them together.
Aerion exerted a sigh, his eyes fluttering closed.
Finally, he had a purpose.
They’d figure the rest out in the coming morning.