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Aegon focused entirely on the ceiling as the man on top of him panted against his cheek. The bed creaked beneath him. He squeezed his eyes shut as the next thrust had his body spasming. His whimper earned him a hand cupping at his face. A thumb grazing over his cheek, wiping away a tear.
"Your heat has broken then, hmm?" The king pressed a kiss to his cheek. The cock moving in and out of his body didn't slow. "You're a beautiful omega, Aegon, just like your mother."
He shuddered as the king grunted, spilling into him again. Aegon lay there, trembling, as Viserys rose up. His stomach rolled at the squelching when the king pulled out. Bile rose in his throat and Aegon swallowed it back.
"We'll have a maester check you over now, hmm?" The king patted at his thigh before walking from the bed. "Stay there." The order had no heat to it, no force. But it was a command nonetheless. A command from his alpha.
So Aegon didn't move. He remained on the edge of the bed. Legs spread, knees bent back. His ass on display. Cum dripping out of his hole.
Lips pursed tight, Aegon did his best to muffle a sob. His hands were fisted in the sheets above his head, had been for some time. He couldn't feel his fingertips.
"Was your First Night privilege as enjoyable as it appears, your grace?"
Mellos. Aegon's eyes snapped open. Cheeks flushing. The old maester had come with them from King's Landing, but hadn't gotten out of bed when Aemond lost an eye the next before.
Apparently, sticking his finger in Aegon's hole was more worthy of his time. Aegon exhaled sharply as the long digit pushed in. He whimpered.
"Very sensitive, isn't he?" Mellos hummed and the king chuckled.
"Exceptionally. His body was very responsive, milked my knot for nearly an hour." Knuckles grazed over his cheek as Viserys reappeared, looming over him, "And that was just the first one."
Throat bobbing, Aegon flushed. The king smiled and a kiss was pressed to Aegon's forehead. Mellos found his prostate then. Aegon's back arched, lungs burning as his cock spasmed with another orgasm.
"Goodness," Mellos cleared his throat, "He may benefit from another knot still, your grace." The finger grew more insistent, rubbing and pushing as Aegon sobbed through another release.
His father shushed him. A hand rubbed at his belly, "He'll have to do without I'm afraid. I kept going after Aemma's first heat broke and, well..." he chuckled again, "...we had Rhaenyra shortly after."
The hand roamed upward. Another joined it. Their skin was slippery, clinging to his as both Mellos and the king prodded at his chest. Inspecting him. Discussing the way his skin pebbled and his hips rolled. The way his body clenched.
"I probably shouldn't have spilled inside him that last time, after the heat broke," Viserys admitted, a frown twitching at his lips for only a moment. His head fell forward, grinning, "But his hole is exceptional."
"He'll be resistent to moon teas so close to his heat as well, I expect," Mellos hummed as he pressed a thumb down on Aegon's chest. "His body is quite desperate for an alpha's seed, as you noticed. He'd be pregnant now, I'd wager, were it not for the gift of an omega's first heat."
Aegon choked on his next breath, tears spilling from his eyes. Clinging to his lashes as Mellos crooked his finger. The king kissed him again. This time on his lips. Tongue forcing itself inside briefly.
"A fertile omega," Viserys whispered against his lips, "Well done, my boy." Aegon shuddered. A hand squeezed at his ass as Viserys drew back, sighing, "I'll admit, I'm half-tempted to keep him."
Mellos startled, "Really, your grace? Your queen is an omega herself. Surely you would not need another." Brows furrowed as the man stepped back, out of Aegon's sightline. His finger finally pulled out and Aegon exhaled. Loudly.
The king remained, licking at his lips as he surveyed Aegon, "Yes. Aegon looks just like her, laid out like this for me." A hand grazed down his side, over his trembling thigh. His alpha spoke in a whisper, just for him, "A proper omega. Ready to be bred. Aren't you, my boy?"
Nodding, Aegon whimpered as the response tumbled from his lips. Dragged from him, unbidden and against his will, by the force in his father's voice.
"Y-yes, alpha," Aegon croaked out, throat raw and voice cracking. Viserys grinned wider, almost smug.
Viserys turned his head, another laugh bubbling up as he spoke to Mellos, "And he took my cock better than any cunt I've ever had."
"Ah, well, I'm sure whichever lord he marries would be understanding, should you wish to exercise the right of First Night, your grace."
Aegon shuddered at Mellos' words. The king slapped his ass, "I'm sure, but my grandmother's law forbids it. So this night will have to do." He smiled down at Aegon, brushing a hand through his hair, "You ought to return to your bed now, my boy. Rest."
Not a command, but Aegon was happy to obey just the same. His head bobbed in a vigorious nod.
"Tomorrow I'll discuss your betrothal with the small council." The king patted at his thigh before retreating from the bed. Aegon swallowed thickly.
No mind was paid by either man to the cum leaking from his body. Nor his shaking as Aegon struggled to sit up. He nearly collapsed when he put weight on his legs.
They'd been bent for too long, tucked up against his sides. Aegon clung to the edge of the bed. His fingers dragged the sheet with them as he flexed his hands.
"Lord Ormund is recently widowed," Mellos spoke again. A chair creaked as he sat down. "Perhaps the prince could join his brother in Oldtown."
"You'd be with Daeron then, would you like that?" Viserys arched an eyebrow, head turning as he settled at the table with Mellos.
"Y-yes," Aegon stuttered out, head bobbing as his lips trembled. The king hummed. His gaze swept over Aegon. His naked body as he stood there, eyes wide and skin pink.
"You truly are a vision, my boy," Viserys breathed out. His lips twitched up, "As beautiful as your mother."
Mellos clicked his tongue, "Queen Alicent has been a fertile omega as well, your grace." Viserys inclined his head, brow furrowing.
He turned back to his maester then, humming thoughtfully, "Perhaps someone who would appreciate that then. Lady Arryn maybe? A pretty young man like Aegon might be just the omega to pique her interest."
Tugging on the sheets, Aegon ducked his head. He wrapped himself in the first bit of soiled fabric that came free. His clothes had been ripped from him hours before, shredded in his alpha's haste to mount him, to take his pleasure in Aegon's first heat.
Viserys had ordered Aegon brought to him the moment Aegon had presented. He glanced at the window as he hobbled towards the door.
Each step brought a shooting pain up his spine. His muscles twinged, joints ached. Aegon sniffled as his tears fell. He tried to remain quiet, as he had all day.
The sun had been rising when Aegon had woken to cramping in his abdomen. It had set now. The sky was an inky purple outside the tall towers of High Tide.
Cum dribbled down his thigh as Aegon yanked uselessly at the door. Muscles burning as he tried to use them. He stumbled back as it opened. Ser Harrold stood before him, eyes wide and jaw clenched. Flushing, Aegon walked past quickly.
"Aegon," Viserys called after him. Aegon stopped abruptly, crying out as his body stilled on instinct. "Your mother will wish to see you," Viserys told him, "The queen was notified of your presentation shortly after I was I'm sure."
"Y-yes," Aegon choked out, shoulders hunching as he cringed. His eyes squeezed shut as he spoke, "Yes, your grace."
With a vague wave from the king, the door was closed. Aegon stood in the hallway, in the shadow of the kingsguard. He wept. His shoulders shook as he hung his head. Fingers curled in the sheet covering his body.
It was a thin sheet and Aegon was just as exposed as he had been on the bed. The sweat and slick on his skin meant the fabric clung to him. Nearly transparent in some spots.
His own releases had been minimal, dragged from his body against his will by his heat and leaving little evidence beyond the raw flesh of his cock. But dried cum lingered on him regardless.
The king had knotted him as quickly as he could. Aegon's first heat had brought a haziness with it, but what his mind had forgotten, his body remembered. Aegon's rim still burned from that first sudden stretch.
Knotting him had not sated the king's desire though. It certainly hadn't broken Aegon's heat, ended it like his tutors had told him they would.
"Do you... do you need a... a healer?" Ser Harrold's voice wavered, cracking as he addressed him, "My prince, perhaps Maester Gerardys can-"
"No!" Aegon snapped, flinching away from the hand reaching towards him. He shook his head, sobbing as he fled from the king's chambers, "Leave me be, I must find my mother."
His steps were slow. Limping. He was forced to lean against the wall for support as he moved. Aegon inhaled sharply as he started down the stairs. He cried out, stumbling on the last step.
Huddling on the stone floor, Aegon wrapped the sheet tighter. He had to find his mother. The king had ordered him to. His alpha. His father.
The room spun. Aegon's vision blurred. He cried harder, shuddering with every breath. Wheezing.
"Uncle?" A quiet voice called out and Aegon's head snapped up. Dark eyes shined with gold in the torchlight as Jacaerys approached him.
"Go away," Aegon whined, tears dripping from his face. His hair stuck to his cheek and Jacaerys ignored him.
His nephew knelt in front of him. A hand waved back to hault the approach of a kingsguard behind him. Jacaerys spoke softly, but his voice was steady, firm.
"Did someone hurt you, Egg?" Jacaerys asked and Aegon whimpered, head shaking. He took several gulping breaths. Jacaerys simply waited, gaze focused on his face, unflinching.
"I presented," Aegon whispered, eyes squeezing shut, "As an omega." Jacaerys blinked. Aegon swallowed, staring at him.
Head quirking to the side, Jacaerys frowned, "Did someone take advantage of your heat? Mother says that's vile and-"
A broken laugh fell from his lips. Aegon dropped his head, curling up on the floor, "It's the king's right, as our head of house..." Aegon hiccupped, "...an omega's first heat. It's special. The only one when an alpha's seed won't take root."
He repeated what his tutors had told him, the maesters. His mother had wrung her hands when someone had joked about it. The last tradition of First Night left after Queen Alysanne had gutted it. A compromise she'd despised till her final breath.
"I'm suppose to go see my mother," Aegon raised his head to find his nephew gaping at him. Jacaerys' throat bobbed and Aegon whimpered, "Do you know where she is?"
"She, uh, she's asleep," Jacaerys fidgeted, glancing back at his kingsguard, "I heard my parents talking about it. The maester had to..." He trailed off, eyes dropping to the floor. "She was given milk of the poppy cause she wouldn't stop crying."
Oh. Aegon nodded mutely, sniffling as he wiped at his face. "Yeah," Aegon took a breath, "She was really upset about Aemond's eye."
Jacaerys inhaled sharply and Aegon's eyes fluttered as he watched his nephew's face twist into a scowl, "I don't think that's why she was crying, Egg."
"I... I don't really want her to see me like this anyway," Aegon admitted, glancing around nervously. He tugged the sheet tighter, "I don't want anyone to see me like this."
"Okay." Jacaerys stood, nostrils flaring as he turned his head. He called out to his kingsguard, "Clear a path to the bath. And don't look back at us."
The knight spun around abruptly, giving a clipped nod, "Yes, your grace."
A hand was held out to him. Aegon stared at it as Jacaerys bit his lip. The hand remained even when Aegon rose to his feet without it. Shaky as he was, he managed to walk well enough. His nephew hovered at his side still, never touching him, but close.
Servants were sent to fetch him clothes, and food, and a pitcher of water, but no one was allowed into the bath once Aegon arrived and it was already empty when he got there. The kingsguard at the door turned his head away as Aegon passed him.
"What else do you want?" Jacaerys asked as he set out the fresh clothes. He kept his eyes averted, except when necessary. Dark curls were brushed back as Jacaerys paced the room, his gaze rose only to Aegon's face, "Are you hungry? You must be thirsty..."
A cup was set beside the tub as Aegon lowered himself down. He hissed as his raw skin made contact with the water. Jacaerys' jaw clicked. Aegon hunched his shoulders.
"I can have them bring you a balm, from the maester," Jacaerys offered as his hands fisted at his side. Aegon nodded. The water splashed at the side of the tub as he began to scrub himself.
"Thank you," Aegon croaked. His throat bobbed and he sniffed, voice shaking, "I didn't... I'm sorry." Jacaerys scoffed and his footsteps were stomping as he returned from the door. Aegon glanced up at him, eyes trembling and wide.
His nephew was still scowling. His brow furrowed. Lips curled back. He wore a dark blue doublet, the Velaryon seahorse on his chest. Aegon found himself staring at it. At the stitching on the curve of the seahorse's tail.
Jacaerys exhaled slowly, "You're not the one who should be sorry..."
Dunking his head back, Aegon closed his eyes. He held his breath as the water moved around him. Over him. Hiding the tears on his face.
"I could take you to Sunfyre," Jacaerys suggested when Aegon resurfaced. He was across the room, fiddling with the pile of clothes again. Head turned away.
"It's late, won't we get in trouble?" Aegon mumbled, pulling his knees up to his chest. He wrapped his arms around them as he watched Jacaerys flit about the room.
Straightening things, moving stuff. His hands never stopped. Jacaerys plastered on a giant grin - the fakest thing Aegon had ever seen - and shrugged, "So what? When has that ever stopped us before?"
A smile twitched at Aegon's lips. He blinked away a few tears and gasped out, "Yeah. That's true."
The king had sent him back to his room, to his mother, but Aegon had never listened to the king before. They'd barely spoken really. Just... existed in the same area, in the Red Keep. Viserys had given him plenty of commands that Aegon had ignored. Before.
He didn't have to listen now, didn't have to obey just because he was an omega.
"I don't want to marry," Aegon's eyes narrowed on the water around him. Jacaerys paused in his anxious fretting. Head rising, Aegon pursed his lips, "I don't want to have some random lord or lady's babies."
"Okay," Jacaerys nodded slowly as Aegon met his gaze for the first time that evening. He held it even. A smirk twisted at his nephew's lips, "Let's get you to Sunfyre, uncle. He'll do the rest."
An hour later, Aegon was soaring over the Blackwater. He didn't look back. Jace had shoved an extra set of clothes and some gold into a satchel.
The only Targaryen outside of Westeros was the banished omega princess. Saera had ignored her father's wishes, disobeyed her king.
"Can you teach me?" Aegon's throat bobbed as he stood upon the Black Walls of Volantis. Sunfyre stood at his back, looming over the aging woman and her retinue. His dragon half-coiled around him, Aegon was not afraid of the men and their swords.
"What is it you want to learn, boy?" Saera chuckled, her thin hair shining like spun silver in the sunlight. Her skin was wrinkled. Pale. She walked with a cane.
But her eyes were sharp as she surveyed him. Narrowing briefly on Sunfyre as she clicked her tongue.
"A dragon in exile will cause quite the stir, especially here."
Aegon's chin rose, meeting her gaze, "If my father is going to treat me like a whore... I might as well be good at it." Her lips twitched up. He inhaled sharply. "And I don't intend to let him drag me back to be some broodmare."
A faint musk rose in the air. Aegon's gut twisted. His jaw clenched and his hands fisted at his side. She smirked, cane snapping against the stone at their feet, "Well then, let's get started..."