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As Aerion rode Balefire toward Summerhall, the warhorse seemed just as desperate as his master to reach the safety of the castle walls.
Summerhall was barely an hour away, and the relentless pace across the great, sweeping plains of the Kingsroad did nothing to quiet Aerion’s mind. As the stallion’s hooves thudded rhythmically beneath the earth floor, the young prince thought back to all that he had done to reach this night.
He had defied every law forged by the blood of House Targaryen. When Duncan had presented as an alpha, Aerion had quietly decided to bend his own nature to become his omega—willing to become the laughingstock of the Seven Kingdoms if it meant keeping him.
But the gods had laughed at his intentions. They had sent her—the mousy, plain seamstress whose scent marked her as Duncan’s fated mate.
The memory of Duncan’s blissful, oblivious confession—stammering out that he had found his true omega—he may as well ripped into Aerion’s chest and tore out his heart. It had killed him. In the months of agonizing torment that followed, watching the only man he lived for give his heart to another, Aerion had realized the bitter truth: the gods would never grant his wishes.
Left alone, fate would have kept Duncan apart from him.
And a world without Duncan was no world at all.
So, he had turned to the dark. He had consumed himself in the forbidden arts of Old Valyria, learning how Targaryen blood could bind a soul and turn an alpha’s fated will to ash. He had woven a seamless web of whispers to ruin the seamstresses, executing a cold and callous cruelty to banish the woman from the keep entirely. He had played the monster, accepted the casualties, and traded secrets in the shadows with his great-uncle and the sorceress.
All of it—every blood spilled, every sacrifice, every hidden malice—led to this night.
As the woods thinned, the silhouette of Summerhall peeked through the tree line, emerging from the dense forest. Splattering through the mud, Aerion threw himself from the saddle before Balefire had even fully halted. He ignored the sudden chaos behind him—the shouting servants, the panicked neighs as they scrambled to steady his warhorse. Aerion continued to storm through the castle corridors, he had no mind to pay attention to anything else, not when his alpha was screaming for the one that he’s been waiting for all his life, clawing through his chest to stake a claim, to possess, to lock away on the one who they had been starving for all their lives.
He’s waiting. Our omega. Hurry.
The closer he drew to his chamber, the harder the scent hit him. A thick wave of wild honey swept past, so potent he nearly stumbled. Aerion gasped, his lungs freezing as the sweetness suffocated him. Catching himself against the cold stone wall, he struggled to steady his breath. He felt a warm, wet trail slipping down his chin and wiped it away, staring blankly at the saliva on his trembling fingers before letting out a sharp, breathless laugh.
Be patient. Duncan will be ours. After this heat.
Pushing himself off the wall, he pressed forward, blind to the wreck he had become. Frantic, with his pupils blown wide and his lips parted in shallow pants, he looked like a man starved. Every ounce of his usual pride had been stripped away. He was reduced to nothing more than a desperate soul, clawing his way toward the only person who could make him whole again.
“Aerion.”
Aerion spun around. Maekar stood at the end of the corridor, his stern, fierce gaze fixed intently on his son. Aerion balled his fists, the dragon in his blood rearing up, preparing for a battle to the death to claim what was inside. But something shifted in his father’s eyes—something resolute, almost begrudging.
Slowly, the older man gave a single, firm nod.
“Go.”
The heavy iron bolt of the chamber door slid into place with a deafening click.
Aerion stepped into his chambers, the true gravity of an omega’s heat slammed into him. If the hallway had been a wave, then here in this room, he was in the deep ocean. The rich, cloying scent of honey flooded his senses, drowning out everything else. For a moment, the prince stood frozen, his mind blank as his chest rose and fell in tandem with his ragged breaths.
He was trembling, the knots in his stomach tightening—not with fear, but with the ache of anticipation and sheer want. He greedily inhaled the stifling air. For the first time in what felt like eternity, he could finally breathe. The hollow ache in his chest was beginning to fill. He took a shuddering breath, closing his eyes to compose himself.
Duncan. On my bed. My omega, drowning in heat. Waiting for me—only me—to claim him.
The realization hit him, sending his heart pounding loud and heavy in his ears and his blood nearly boiled, a raging inferno settling deep within. The scent of his omega in heat snapped something primal inside him, and his alpha woke instantly, roaring furiously to hunt down the source and mark it as his own.
He’s here. Mine. Ours.
Take him. Break him. Claim him now.
Aerion bit his lip until it bled, No, settle, he reasoned. A dull ache throbbed through his jaw from how hard he was clenching his teeth, fighting the raw instinct to hunt and conquer. He was trembling, almost delirious with want, yet a fierce and protective madness overrode the hunger. He needed to hold back. For now. After all, an omega’s heat would last through a sennight, and he had all the time to thoroughly claim his body. But for now, he had to gain his omega’s trust.
To prove to his Duncan that his new reality changed nothing between them. Past or present, alpha, beta, or an omega— none of it mattered. Duncan belonged to him, and in exchange, Aerion would be his world. He would provide. He would protect. He would be exactly the good alpha his omega needed him to be.
His eyes scanned through his chambers, zeroing in on the bed. There, tangled in the center, was a nest made in a desperate hurry—a chaotic hoard of the prince’s own silk tunics and cotton pillows. He approached closer, his footsteps quiet and slow. Violet eyes bored into the center of the pile, trailing the soft, uneven rise and fall of the linen. Something was hiding beneath his sheets, waiting for him.
Aerion’s brows furrowed as he strained to listen. Quiet, muffled sniffles were coming from deep beneath the fabrics.
“Duncan.” Aerion breathed out.
A soft hitch of breath cut through the quiet before the linen shifted. A figure began to sit up, a head slowly poking out from the hoard.
nownownow—
Take him now.
Aerion exhaled loudly, struggling to rein in the raging alpha within, to keep from lunging forward and tearing into what was his. Shut up, damn it, he snarled inwardly.
The omega was breathtaking—and completely ruined by the fever. His soft, fair skin was flushed with a deep, feverish pink, his striking blue eyes hazy and unfocused under the heavy onslaught of the heat. Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks, highlighting his swollen lips, which showed a deep, bruised red—where he had bitten them raw.
Duncan scented the sudden shift in the air, his large blue eyes widening even further. "Alpha?" he whispered hoarsely.
Aerion stepped closer, now looming over the nest. His eyes greedily drank in every detail of Duncan’s features. He raised his hand, hovering over the omega’s flushed cheek—so close, but not yet touching. His palms ached with an overwhelming urge to cup that feverish face, to gently wipe away his tears, and then selfishly map every inch of his skin. His alpha was screaming at him to close the distance, yet Aerion held back. He knew omegas in heat were incredibly fragile; any sudden movement could send them spiraling into a fearful panic.
If he had to wait days for Duncan to make the first move—to take him by the hand and crave his touch—then he would do so willingly. It was then, and only then when Aerion would make his move.
For his omega, Aerion refused to be a threat; he would only ever be his protector. Having loved and longed for Duncan for far too long to succumb to primal instincts, he refused to force him when he was so vulnerable. No, now that Duncan was in arms, he would cherish and treasure him as he truly deserved, remaining entirely devoted to catering to every need of his aching body. And if he had to tear off his own arm to contain the beast throttling within him, then so be it.
The prince frowned once more as a fresh wave of tears tracked down his omega’s flushed cheeks. He stared down, watching intently as Duncan’s bottom lip wobbled.
“Your tears…” Aerion croaked, his throat entirely dry. At the sight of his love in such distress, his thoughts began to spiral. Why are you crying? Are you sad? Do you hate me?
Would you rather go back to her?
But as if his omega could read his thoughts, he shook his head furiously before grabbing onto Aerion’s stretched hand, leaning forward to nuzzle deeply into his open palm.
“Gone.” Duncan whimpered out, but his omega thrashed inside crying.
You were gone, you left us alone. Where were you? Do you not want us?
Aerion stiffened, exhaling the bittersweet scent of his mate in sorrow, before he growled out, “Never again. You are mine, and I am yours. Nothing will ever take me from your side again.”
The room was already heavy with the sweet aroma of blooming honey, but it was instantly smothered by a potent wave of dragon fire and smoke.
A small warmth bloomed in the prince’s cold heart when he saw the omega sigh softly, pressing his nose to the inside of Aerion’s wrist to inhale his alpha’s smoky scent. Slowly, with his breaths growing shallow, the frantic omega inside him finally went still, entirely content to sink into the alpha’s intoxicating fragrance.
Alpha is here.
Our alpha will take care of us.
Duncan whined softly, melting against the cool press of those fingers—a brief relief to his flushed, feverish skin. Hungry for the alpha’s touch, he shifted closer and caught Aerion by the wrist. With a gentle tug, he pulled the prince down, drawing him directly into the sacred space of his nest.
Aerion followed obediently, tumbling softly into the tangle of sheets and allowing Duncan to coil around him, desperate to coat himself in his alpha’s scent. Duncan remained entirely oblivious to the death grip Aerion kept on the bedding, of how knuckles turned stark white against the rich black fabric. He had no idea the alpha's lip was bleeding, split open by his own teeth. Beneath the surface, Aerion was fighting a brutal war against the dragon within—the beast growing more restless and impatient by the second, now that the nest had finally opened to him.
In his haze, Duncan clumsily reached up to press his lips against Aerion’s neck, gently sucking right beneath the jawline to drink him in. He nibbled softly at the alpha’s scent gland, humming in delight as through all the charred taste of fire, a subtle trace of vanilla melted onto his tongue.
Alpha is pleased.
The thought of pleasing his alpha sent a wave of heat down Duncan’s spine. Pressing his face into the crook of Aerion's neck, his lips wandered upward, catching a small bead of sweat as it rolled down the pale throat, drawing a low whine from his chest at the sharp, salty taste of him. Intoxicated by the alpha flooding his senses, Duncan slipped deeper into his heat fever—his omega resurfacing stronger than before.
Clumsy, shaky fingers carded gently into Aerion’s silver hair, and as Duncan guided the alpha closer, his eyes narrowed at the blood on the alpha’s lips.
Blood. Our alpha’s hurt.
The omega began to fret, cupping Aerion’s face and running the soft pads of his thumbs across the prince's chin to wipe away the trickling blood. He leaned down, slowly bringing their lips together to soothe the ache, but Aerion’s restraint was already at its limit—and the ghost of his omega’s breath on his lips snapped it entirely.
Duncan was far too slow, far too gentle, and all his life, he remained blissfully unaware that the man beneath him had spent years locked in silent agony, desperately longing for this exact moment. Before he could have a chance to pull back, Aerion shot a hand behind the omega’s neck, anchoring him in place as he surged upward to claim his lips. It was no gentle greeting; it was the fierce, terrifying hunger of a man starved for a lifetime, finally devouring what he had burned for.
A sharp gasp of surprise caught in Duncan’s throat, but Aerion swallowed the sound whole, driving his tongue deep inside Duncan’s parted lips—laying claim to what he had always known to be his.
Aerion’s hand traveled up the nape of Duncan’s neck, tangling viciously in the straw-brown strands to pull him impossibly closer, starved for the taste of wild honey coating the omega’s mouth. The omega shuddered, his chest heaving against Aerion’s as he struggled to find air. But the alpha's mouth was all-consuming. Aerion seemed determined to devour him entirely, his lips sealing so tightly over Duncan’s that he drank in every desperate breath and helpless gasp the omega tried to form.
Duncan’s hands slid down to grip Aerion’s tunic, bunching the rich fabric in an attempt to ground himself. The large chambers—once always too cold, always too bleak—now felt impossibly hot and suffocating, thick with the heavy blend of their shared heat and scents.
Scent-drunk on the alpha’s musk, Duncan sank deeper into the kiss, languidly tangling his tongue with Aerion’s in a slow, slippery rhythm. Aerion’s alpha rumbled in satisfaction, watching his omega melt on top of him.
Aerion pulled back just enough to leave a glistening thread between their lips, before he slid upward, effortlessly shifting his body to pin the larger omega beneath him.
Duncan whimpered at the sudden loss of heat, his head tilting up blindly as he tried to recapture Aerion’s mouth, begging to taste the smoke and vanilla for a moment longer. Aerion chuckled softly, immensely amused. Never one to deny his omega, he leaned down, caging Duncan securely between his arms before devouring those soft lips once more.
Duncan moaned softly against Aerion’s lips, his hands trailing down Aerion’s back, and tugged at the heavy cloaked wrapped around him. Aerion trailed down kisses down Duncan’s neck, shushing at his soft whines.
“Off. Take it off.” He demanded softly.
Duncan’s eyes went wide as a loud sound of tearing fabric filled the room. With effortless ease, Aerion’s slender hands had ripped his tunic down the center, baring Duncan's broad chest to the cool air of the room. The discarded cloth fluttered to the floor, leaving Duncan’s chest bare beneath his alpha’s heavy gaze.
Aerion crawled over him, his smooth palms sliding up Duncan’s ribs, pinning him to the bed as his voice dropped to a low rasp against his ear: " Never again will you dress in the rags of a commoner, my love. From this night forth, your skin belongs only to me – it shall either be entirely naked beneath my touch, or enveloped in silks fit for a dragon’s mate.”
Without taking his eyes off his mate, Aerion unclasped his cloak, ripped his tunic over his head in a single motion, and cast them both aside to bare his chest.
He drove back into Duncan’s space; his cool fingers hooked onto the hem of Duncan’s breeches. “Lift your hips, love,” he whispered, the command vibrating low against Duncan's skin. Duncan obeyed instantly, his body moving on pure instinct. With one powerful yank, Aerion ripped the fabric down and away, leaving Duncan completely exposed.
A small sigh escaped Duncan’s lips as his bare skin finally melted into the cool silks beneath him, his body instantly enveloped by his Alpha’s scent.
Aerion hovered over him, mesmerized by the sight. His eyes dragged greedily over Duncan’s naked form, drinking in every inch of the large body exposed on his fine silks. He traced the golden skin, the long, muscular lines of his legs, and the growing swell of his chest —heaving with every ragged breath.
His hand slithered down, worshiping the slight, soft pouch of Duncan’s belly—that would one day swell to cradle his seed— pressing into the flesh just enough to make the omega whimper.
Delirious with want, Aerion whispered: “I have wanted you for so long, and you’re finally here with me, where you have always belonged.”
Duncan sat up, reaching out with a needy whine, his large hands fumbling for Aerion’s breeches, tugging roughly at the fabric, starving to feel his alpha’s bare skin against his own. But Aerion couldn’t. Not yet.
“Later, my sweet. I can’t promise to be good if you tempt me so soon.” Aerion rasped, unable to resist pressing a chaste kiss to Duncan’s pouting lips.
His omega refused to be denied. Hooking his fingers around Aerion’s neck, Duncan dragged him down, deepening the kiss as he tumbled over the prince's leaner frame. Aerion could only watch, captivated and helpless, as Duncan hovered above, his large frame settled between his legs, their lips still hungrily locked.
A feverish hand slid down Aerion's abdomen, his palm smoothing over the rigid shape of his clothed cock. Duncan nuzzled into the kiss, preening as he felt the thick member throb and grow in size, straining hard against the tight constraints of his breeches.
The frantic movement slowed, leaving only the sound of their shared breathing. Duncan tilted his head, locking his gaze onto Aerion’s violet eyes, whispering a command.
“Give me.”
Aerion shivered, drunk on the thrill of seeing the larger omega pinning him down and demanding his cock. He could do nothing but nod, his chest heaving as his inner Alpha snarled—
Do it. Give it to him.
Aerion reached down, impatient, and yanked the tight drawstring knotted at his hip. The moment the cord snapped free, he lifted his hips, letting Duncan shove the heavy fabric away.
The sight of Aerion’s bare form made Duncan’s mouth water instantly. Duncan slid down further, settling his face right over Aerion’s exposed shaft. His glazed eyes fixated on how Aerion’s cock bobbed massively between his thighs—heavy, thick, and already weeping with a bead of arousal at the tip. As if in a trance, the Omega watched how the rigid length swelled even larger, the veins darkening against a shaft that grew impossibly thick at the base.
A soft gasp caught in his throat as a cool, slender hand slid beneath his jaw, a thumb gently catching the wetness at the corner of his lips. “My love, you are drooling,” Aerion cooed, his voice a low purr. “Would you like a taste?”
Duncan nodded with a soft keen, pleading with his eyes as he looked up at Aerion. The prince softened, running his thumb over Duncan’s lower lip, pressing past the pink plush and forcing its way into the melting heat of his mouth. Aerion’s eyes darkened when plush lips closed softly around the digit, sucking gently, his blue eyes never breaking contact.
“You never need to ask, I am yours.” Aerion murmured, drawing his hand back, his knuckles brushing beneath watery eyes to catch a stray tear, before gently guiding the thick, weeping head of his cock closer to the omega’s face.
Duncan pressed closer instantly, bumping his nose against the slick tip to inhale the intoxicating scent of Aerion’s musk– pure ozone and smoke – he whimpered aloud, rolling his head back slightly as he grew completely dizzy and overwhelmed from the scent.
Alpha smells so good.
With his lips slightly parted, his tongue slipped out to take a tentative taste. He swirled it slowly around the sensitive crown, lapping away the rich beads of fluid bubbling at the tip — the heavy, dark flavor of his alpha's arousal drawing a soft hum as he drank him in.
Above him, Aerion let out a sharp hiss, fisting the sheets as his hips twitched instinctively against the wet heat.
Watching through half-lidded eyes, Duncan opened his jaw wide and let the thick shaft slide smoothly past his plush lips, letting the throbbing length rest heavily on his tongue. He blinked up through the heavy haze, his mouth fully stuffed. A sudden rush of blood thrummed in his ears as he looked up, trapped beneath the heavy gaze of his alpha. Aerion’s dark, predatory eyes were locked onto Duncan’s working mouth with a possessive hunger that made a delicious shiver run down the omega's spine.
Feeling Aerion’s fingers lace tenderly into his hair, Duncan closed his eyes, giving one last tentative lap before sinking his mouth even further over the heavy length— taking him in as far as he could possibly could.
“My love, please,” the alpha groaned, exhaling loudly. The ragged sound only prompted Duncan to push himself even deeper, only to choke as the thick head hit the very back of his throat.
“Glk!”
He let out a wet, strangled sound, his eyes watering. Aerion tried to gently lift himself away, but Duncan’s large fingers fisted desperately into his alpha’s hips, pinning him steady.
“My love, please… you don’t have to take all of me so soon,” Aerion cooed softly, his voice thick with arousal as he stroked Duncan’s burning cheek.
“You will have plenty of time for this in the future, I promise. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Duncan simply hummed in defiance, a deep vibrating sound along the shaft that sent a jolt of pleasure straight through his alpha, forcing another loud, raw groan into the quiet room.
He anchored himself against Aerion's thighs, hollowing his cheeks to draw the alpha deeper, greedily drinking down the thick essence oozing from the tip. With a dazed, instinctual rhythm, he bobbed his head, sliding the slick length smoothly in and out of his mouth.
Looking up through the haze of his heat, the omega reveled in catching Aerion’s violet eyes staring down at him in absolute awe.
Aerion’s fingers tangled tightly in his hair, pinning him closer, and dark growl vibrated from his throat. “My sweet omega, do you like the taste of your alpha’s cock?”
Duncan responded by enthusiastically sucking around the sensitive tip. His tongue ran relentlessly under the thickening shaft as he felt the engorged member pulse against the roof of his mouth.
The air in the prince’s chambers was stifling—sweltering with the heat of their bodies, Aerion's harsh, heavy breathing, and the small, desperate mewls of pleasure escaping Duncan's throat.
Watching the alpha come undone, Duncan tracked a single bead of sweat as it rolled down the pale, taut muscles of the prince's chest, his own heart hammering with a dark thrill. Then, Aerion’s head snapped back with a loud, broken groan. Duncan's eyes widened as he felt a harsh tug down, just as Aerion snapped his hips forward.
The alpha trapped him, using the brutal grip on his hair to anchor himself as he ruthlessly claimed the omega’s mouth— each heavy, deep drag of his hips bottoming out hard against the back of Duncan’s throat.
Aerion stared down with a manic grin, intoxicated by the sight of his own seed mixing with saliva and spilling over the omega’s lips. Drowned in the stifling scent of smoke and ash, Duncan kept his gaze locked onto Aerion, completely captivated by the sight of a Targaryen prince breaking under his touch.
Fixated, the prince memorized every detail as his soft fingers gently traced the line of Duncan’s face, taking in the plush lips stretched impossibly thin around his cock, the dark flush across his cheeks, and those glazed, devout eyes staring up at him in pure reverence.
The sight shattered the last of the prince's restraint. Aerion slammed his pelvis flush against Duncan’s nose, pulling him in tight as a low groan tore from his throat. With a violent shudder, he released straight into the back of Duncan's throat.
Aerion watched intensely as Duncan’s throat strained around his shaft, his omega greedily consuming him in his entirety—swallowing the thick mouthfuls of seed—milking his alpha dry as he pumped deep into his chest.
Smitten by the sight, Aerion immediately released his brutal fist from Duncan’s hair. His fingers softened, brushing with tender care through those sweat-damp brown locks.
Feeling his cock soften, the alpha slowly slid away from the wet heat. Duncan, still drunk off his mate’s scent, let his mouth drag along the thick member, his lips lingering at the swollen head for one last, lingering suck before his mouth was left empty and wet.
Aerion caught Duncan by the chin, his fingers pressing deeply into the flesh as he forced the larger man to look up at him. “Tell me, my love,” the prince murmured, though the sweetness was sliced through by a dark, dangerous growl. “Have you ever taken anyone’s cock in your mouth before?”
The alpha’s scent flared with a bitter, territorial edge that made Duncan’s inner omega tremble. With tears brimming at the edge of Duncan’s pale blue eyes, he shook his head frantically.
Satisfied but still burning with jealousy, Aerion rumbled, “Good, Because I would have had their cocks severed and thrown to the dogs if anyone else had ever touched this mouth.”
Aerion sat up before tackling Duncan, pinning him flat beneath his frame. Duncan mewled against Aerion’s mouth as the prince captured his lips in a bruising, possessive kiss. He closed his eyes, surrendering completely; his entire body trembled as Aerion’s hot tongue thrust deep into his slick mouth, dragging across the ridges of his teeth before tangling and dancing with his own.
Dizzy and gasping for air, Duncan broke the seal of the kiss just enough to breathe, his hot breath fanning over Aerion’s wet lips.
“Mine.” Aerion whispered as he laid his forehead against Duncan’s, his eyes dark with a burning hunger. Duncan nodded shakily from beneath him, watching with wide eyes as a dark shadow settled over Aerion’s now obsidian gaze.
Suddenly, the omega let out a sharp cry when a cold hand slipped between his legs, pressing firmly against his soaking cunt. Flustered, Duncan scrambled to close his knees and push the hand away, but Aerion’s hold was unyielding. A dark gleam entered the prince’s eyes as he stared unblinkingly into Duncan’s tearful blues. With a voice thick from hunger and a desire suppressed for far too long, he rasped, “Don’t hide from me.”
He leaned closer, his hot breath brushing Duncan's lips. “Show it to me, Duncan. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
The omega stared into his alpha’s eyes, fascinated by the way the rich violet darkened with desire—but he gasped as a faint, amber flicker sparked deep within Aerion’s pupils. It was as if the beast itself had finally peered out from the shadows, watching him intently, waiting for its omega to submit.
Spread your legs and show your alpha.
Duncan’s muscles relaxed, all fight leaving his body as he sank back onto the soft pillows. Slowly, he spread his legs wide, his cheeks burning as Aerion stared down at the swollen, glistening heat now entirely exposed to him. Duncan twitched as a hand gently cupped his cunt — long, elegant fingers lightly teasing his sensitive entrance and catching the slick that gushed out. Aerion pulled his hand back, watching in awe as his fingers webbed with thick, clear fluid.
He brought his hand to his lips, inhaling deeply as he caught a whiff of sweet summer and rich honey—the scent of his omega in the absolute throes of heat. Duncan's breath hitched, watching as if hypnotized, as the alpha slowly darted his tongue out, licking away the clear slick dripping from his fingers with a low hum of approval.
Aerion’s gaze snapped back down to Duncan’s cunt. He dove downwards and settled between Duncan's thighs, beginning to lap at the wet, pink folds. Duncan whimpered as the alpha's hot tongue teasingly swirled around his sensitive nub.
“Hnn… Hnn… Ah!”
Duncan let out a sharp cry when he felt teeth nip at his clit. His hips jolted, knees jerking to clamp shut, but Aerion quickly held his thighs, prying them apart with effortless ease.
“Alpha…” he whined.
Aerion’s gaze locked onto Duncan, softened by a look of pure adoration. “Shh… it’s okay, Duncan. Will you let your alpha taste you?”
Duncan nodded shakily, as tears rolled gently down his flushed cheeks.
“Then come on my tongue, my sweet.”
Duncan whimpered, the filthy words sending a hot rush between his trembling thighs. Smelling the rush of arousal, Aerion immediately buried his face between Duncan’s legs. He turned his head, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh of Duncan’s inner thigh, smirking against the hot skin when Duncan let out a small yelp, before soothing the sting with a trail of chaste kisses.
Duncan fisted the sheets, the silk creasing in his hands as a hot breath brushed against the wet folds of his cunt. He flinched at a blunt tap on the sensitive flesh, moaning quietly as two fingers gently coaxed his folds apart. The soft pads closed around his swollen clit, circling and massaging the sensitive bud until he was trembling on top of the silk sheets.
“Ah!”
Feeling a hot tongue plunge deep inside him and swirl against his quivering walls, Duncan instinctively clamped his legs around Aerion’s head. His large hands tangled into Aerion’s silver-blonde hair, gripping tightly to anchor himself against the weight of pleasure that was pulling him under.
Even when his knees knocked unsteadily against Aerion’s shoulders, the alpha remained unmoving, his face buried between Duncan’s legs.
With his eyes closed, Aerion pressed his face even deeper into the soaking heat, his tongue drinking greedily from the hot flood of slick before thrusting flat inside the opening. He prodded ruthlessly for more, utterly drunk on the taste of his omega.
Through heated eyes, Duncan watched as Aerion —the prideful, composed, tyrannical prince of the realm — become entirely undone. The proud dragon was now brought to his knees, wedged tightly between Duncan’s legs with his face hazy with bliss, moaning obscenely as he lapped ravenously into the omega’s swollen cunt—reduced to nothing more than a starving dog licking at scraps.
Immensely aroused and breathless from the heat of Aerion’s mouth, Duncan carefully lifted his hips, softly rolling them against his alpha’s mouth, desperate for more friction.
“Please Alpha… please,” he whimpered. Aerion’s eyes snapped open, dark and manic, and he roughly drove two fingers deep into Duncan’s soaking core. Duncan screamed, his head thrown back at the sudden intrusion.
“AH!”
Aerion didn't give him time to adjust; his fingers ruthlessly dug in, curling slightly to stroke him from the inside.
Duncan’s vision went white.
His head thrashed against the pillows as his hips buckled, spraying a heavy rush of slick over Aerion’s face as he came.
“Alpha!” he cried out, sobbing through his release.
Duncan lay soft and pliant in the ruined silk, his limbs still trembling with the aftershocks of his release. He sighed quietly, his eyes listlessly traced the canopy above, then jolted as the fingers inside him suddenly pushed in deeper, relentlessly prodding against his sensitive walls.
Pushing up onto his elbows, Duncan looked down, and a cold shiver ran straight down his spine.
Aerion had unraveled completely.
He knelt there panting, his face glistening—smeared with Duncan’s slick—as his lips pulled back in a low snarl. His pupils were blown so wide they nearly swallowed his violet irises, leaving him looking dazed and feral.
The prince was gone, leaving only the dragon to surge to the surface. He locked his gaze onto the pulsing, slick walls clenching tight around his fingers, staring with a dark, predatory intensity—a beast about to lay claim to his prey.
“No, w-wait..,” Duncan stammered, but it fell on deaf ears.
Aerion remained perfectly still, caught in a glassy-eyed, hypnotic trance as he shoved a third finger deep inside. He pumped his fingers in a relentless rhythm, digging ruthlessly into the velvet heat until Duncan felt himself being pulled under again.
“Nngh Ah!!”
Sensing Duncan getting close, Aerion curled his knuckles tight, hooking deep against the sensitive bundle of nerves that send a sharp jolt straight to the omega’s core.
“AH!”
Duncan’s eyes fluttered, his back arching off the silk sheets as he cried out, clenching tightly around Aerion’s fingers before a second rush of release soaked the alpha’s hand.
Panting heavily, Duncan tried to gather his scattered senses, but a broken whine left his throat as he felt a heavy, blunt head prodding insistently at his raw entrance. He turned slightly and slowly raised a trembling foot, pushing weakly against Aerion’s shoulder—a silent, desperate plea to slow down.
But Aerion didn’t flinch. Instead, he caught Duncan's ankle in a bruising grip, leaning in to nip on the firm calf muscle before roughly hooking the leg over his shoulder, trapping the omega wide open.
“No…” The omega whimpered pitifully, struggling against the iron hold on his leg, but Aerion answered the plea with a possessive rumble, looming close as he drove his hips forward. With one hand clamped onto Duncan's hip in a bruising grip, the other guided his thick, pulsing length —aligning it flush against the puckered entrance.
Duncan hitched his breath, feeling the bulbous head catching the tight ring of muscle, before it pushed inside relentlessly.
“AH! A-Aerion!”
Duncan reached blindly behind his head, clutching the pillows tightly as his legs trembled, feeling the heavy length begin to force its way inside, he choked for air as he felt every inch of his alpha bury himself deeper into his body — imbruing his mark in him.
Aerion hung over him, eyes manic as he tracked every broken gasp and tremble of Duncan’s undoing. Yet the friction was ruining him just as much. Consumed by the tight, pulsing grip of the omega's heat, Aerion bit his own lip to ground himself against the crushing pleasure, splitting the skin until blood streamed down his jaw.
Stretched to his absolute limit, Duncan let out a soft sob, feeling impossibly, achingly full with his alpha buried to the hilt. Aerion leaned in, his firm body pressing tightly against Duncan’s trembling form, to tenderly lick away the hot tears spilling from the omega’s eyes.
Aerion drank in the sight and roared with wild, possessive glee. The man he had coveted for so long—the one who gave meaning to his very life, whom the gods had cruelly kept out of reach—was finally in his arms, breaking apart so beautifully. Watching someone who was deemed untouchable, now weep and beg helplessly as he was stuffed completely full of his cock snapped Aerion's last shred of restraint.
His dragon was thrashing wildly, screaming into his mind to truly claim the treasure he had stolen from fate:
Claim him. Ruin him. Breed him.
Bind him to us.
So he can’t leave again.
“W-wait… A—AH!” Duncan shrieked, his hips jerking violently as the prince set a punishing pace, dragging his hips back until the head of his cock was breaching the rim of his entrance — only to slam his weight back down, driving the entire member to the absolute hilt.
“N-No! T-too much!” Duncan wailed, his large hands coming up to desperately push at Aerion’s chest.
Aerion caught his wrists in a brutal grip, slamming them into the pillows. He hovered over him, his obsidian eyes completely devoid of reason, locked entirely on the way Duncan was stretching around him. He growled, a deep, territorial sound that vibrated straight into Duncan’s core. “My omega,” he gritted out, and with a ruthless thrust, he shoved his hips forward, ignoring Duncan’s tight clench.
Duncan wept, pinned helplessly beneath, trying futilely to tilt his pelvis away to escape the punishing depth stretching him apart. But the slight movement only drew a furious growl from Aerion’s chest—his alpha instincts raged at the mere thought of his omega pulling away from him. Freeing Duncan’s wrists, Aerion slammed his palms onto Duncan’s hips, his fingers biting into the soft skin to lock him flat. Without a second of hesitation, Aerion violently slammed his pelvis flush against him, bottoming out to the hilt.
“AHH!” Duncan wailed, his entire body jolting, the raw friction overwhelming his senses.
Aerion began to rut into him mercilessly. There was no rhythm, no gentleness—only the relentless, driving force of his hips as his thick cock plowed through Duncan’s quivering walls. Duncan’s large hands clawed desperately at Aerion’s back, his nails tearing tracks down the prince's pale skin as his body was laid bare to the onslaught —continuously impaled by the unhinged alpha.
“Ah! Ah! AH!”
He sobbed, the intense pressure of being relentlessly packed full far too much for his frayed senses. Blinking away the tears in his eyes, Duncan focused his gaze on his alpha, only to find Aerion’s unblinking, obsidian stare locked entirely on him. Unable to bear the weight of it, he quickly looked away, his mouth falling open in a breathless gasp when the thick head slammed mercilessly against his cervix.
“nNGh!” He grunted, his insides clenched in an instinctive squeeze that dragged a raw groan from the alpha above him.
Desperate for even a moment of reprieve, Duncan tried to coax the prince back to sanity. He wrapped an unsteady hand around Aerion’s damp nape, guiding him down as he stretched up to capture his mouth in a soft, melting kiss—praying the affection would soothe the insatiable beast inside him.
Alpha, be gentle, please.
For a split second, Aerion’s dark eyes blinked, the tender gesture melting the harshness from his gaze. Seeing Duncan close his eyes, quivering and weeping helplessly beneath him as their mouths locked—his features softened, and he parted his lips to yield into the gentle kiss.
But the moment was short-lived.
The sweet taste of his omega only fed the beast, sending his alpha instincts roaring back to life. A frenzied spark lit up Aerion’s eyes, a sharp rumble vibrating in his chest as his hips immediately snapped into a brutal, frantic rhythm.
Duncan’s eyes flew open in shock. Choking on his breath, he wrenched his mouth away as the thick shaft brutally hammered inside him, but Aerion refused to lose his taste. Snarling, the alpha chased and reclaimed Duncan’s lips, pinning his head back into the pillows. He crashed their mouths together while his pelvis slammed into the wet heat — bullying the omega’s cervix over and over until Duncan screamed straight into the alpha's throat.
Overstimulated and out of breath, Duncan’s eyes rolled back. His tight walls convulsed into another climax, a hot rush of his own release spraying between them.
Not long after, Aerion followed suit with a deep, guttural groan. He slumped down, pressing his burning forehead onto Duncan’s shoulder as his hips gave a few last, desperate thrusts, emptying his seed completely into the deepest depths of his omega. Duncan whimpered as he felt the scorching rush of cum flooding deep inside him. His head flopped to the side, Duncan’s limbs lay completely limp and drained of strength after being so thoroughly taken
“Sorry. Sorry, my love, I'm sorry,” Aerion rasped like a mantra, desperate to console his sobbing omega. He leaned over him, tenderly licking away Duncan’s tears and peppering soft, frantic kisses across his flushed face.
“Forgive me?” he pleaded, bumping his nose gently against Duncan’s, looking down at him with genuine, sorrowful regret.
Seeing the prince plead so beautifully for his forgiveness made the omega’s heart ache with affection. He sniffled, offering a small, shaky nod. Relieved, Aerion smiled, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to Duncan's swollen lips.
As Duncan’s eyelids grew heavy, his mind floated away on a cloud of sweet bliss. But before he could drift off to sleep, a heavy pressure bloomed deep inside his raw, weeping cunt. His eyes widened slightly as he felt thick throb. The engorged member inside him was starting to swell further, stretching his already-full walls past their limit as it prepared to knot him.
“T-Too m-much” he cried through wobbly tears.
“Shh, take it all for me, my heart. Hold my seed deep inside you.” Aerion murmured, his hot breath wisping over Duncan’s ear,
Duncan sobbed helplessly, his nails digging into Aerion’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood. Beneath him, his tight walls throbbed and ached, twitching around the thick, heavy fullness stretching him wider. Aerion nuzzled into his hair, trailing reassuring kisses along Duncan’s jaw and throat, coaxing him through the intense stretch of being packed so full.
Aerion gently ran his slender fingers across Duncan’s tear stained cheeks, whispering sweet nothings against his feverish skin. Slowly, he began to roll his hips in a slow, agonizing rhythm —pouring his heavy essence far into his omega’s pulsing core as deep as it could reach.
Pushed over the edge, Duncan mewled as another rush of liquid squirted out of him. Aerion blinked at the sudden wetness, darting his gaze down before grinning wildly.
“You’re leaking, my love. Gushing. With my seed buried deep inside you.”
He delivered another firm thrust, hardening further at the broken cry it tore from the omega. Noticing Duncan staring off listlessly—his eyes half-lidded, utterly spent—Aerion gently tilted his chin, forcing their gazes to meet.
“You will be crowned as my lady wife and become the prince consort of the realm, elevated above them all. You will not want for anything else in this life, Duncan. I swear it. I will give you everything your heart desires. I will shield you from the world, Duncan, and I will make you happy.”
He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses up Duncan’s neck, his ragged breath brushing the sensitive skin of the omega’s mating gland.
The tenderness in his voice sharpened into something feral, “For you are mine and I am yours. We will be forever bound, even after death."
Aerion’s teeth sank ruthlessly into the gland, clamping down until a hot trail of blood trickled down the omega’s smooth skin.
A faint cry slipped past the omega’s lips, a small sound that died before it could echo against the stone walls. Duncan simply closed his eyes and let the darkness take over as the venom flooded his veins, cementing the permanent bond and locking them together forever.