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The air smelled of rain. Petrichor, wet green grass. The clouds in the sky looked pale, blocking the path of the sun, which in any case could be seen very little around those lands.
Aeron walked dragging his boots despite the half-fresh mud that splashed and stained them. That didn't matter to him. He'd never cared because it was stupid.
“Knights are dignified, pure and respectable.”
He clicked his tongue as he remembered his father's words. What a hipocrite. Saying things like that, stuffing his mouth with a false sense of dignity. As if he really cared…
There was nothing dignified about being a fucking traitor. There was nothing dignified about being a softie, a submissive cunt...
The Brackens and the Blackwoods had hated each other since the beginning of time. That was known throughout Westeros. Since the Age of Heroes, since the First Men roamed the earth... And that enmity had tried to be resolved for centuries by kings, lords and even the Targaryens themselves. All without success.
Until now.
Aeron came to the cairn that marked the division between Bracken and Blackwood territory and looked at it for a while.
It was stupid. An insult. He would have preferred that his father sold him to a whorehouse. That would be less humiliating. Marry him to any commoner or even to a horse. That would be a better destiny compared to the ridiculousness he'd presented to him that morning.
Aeron was aware of his fate. He wasn't as stupid as his brothers. He knew the delicate position his family was in.
Amos Bracken had a good number of sons. All ugly, stupid and all omegas… According to Amos himself, Aeron was “the least difficult to look at.”
The omega spat on the ground and kicked a stone from the base of the cairn. One that was already loose and rolled in the grass after being kicked.
It seemed that his father was not able to see all the attributes he had. He wasn't just an omega. If he allowed it he could even become a knight.
He knew how to fight with the sword. More or less. He was good at riding and always won when it came to beating the rest of his brothers in a match. Even the older ones…
"Fucking old man", he muttered. He would never dare say it out loud. But there, in the open field… “You fucking old man”, he repeated, a little louder. He moved another stone with his foot. "Stupid old shit, how I hate you... I hate you! I hate you, I hate you son of a bitch!"
As the words left his lips, so did his resentment and hatred, which he unleashed against the stones, imagining that it was Amos until his anger made him draw his sword and begin to destroy what was left of the cairn with his sword's handle thinking that it was the unsuspecting Blackwood to whom his father had betrothed him.
"I'd rather be dead!" Aeron exclaimed. "Rather than marry one of those filthy... traitors... pieces of shit..."
A drop of rain fell on his nose and only then did he realize what he had done.
"Bracken!" a voice that was approaching shouted at him. Aeron panicked for a second. He felt a tug on his neck turning around so suddenly. "What the fuck are you doing?!" the omega immediately recognized the Blackwood crest on the clothes of the guy who was approaching with long strides. Aeron barely managed to keep his balance when the boy pushed him hard. "Are you trying to move the stones, you son of a bitch?!"
"What-?" Another push made him gasp. The Blackwood pulled on Aeron's doublet to force him to face him despite the difference in heights. "Let go of me, you piece of shit!"
"You thought no one was going to see you, didn't you? Having the guts to steal more land", the Blackwood spat. "It's the only thing your kind knows how to do... Traitor usurpers."
Aeron released his grip and brought his hand back to the swing of his sword, making the brunet laugh.
"If you insult my house again…"
"What will you do? You don't know how to use that thing." He pointed at the sword with a contemptuous gesture. "I bet you don't even know how to use your cock."
Aeron frowned deeper and felt the blood heat his cheeks in a humiliating blush that he tried to hide as best as possible. He unsheathed the sword again to point it at his enemy who only looked down to see the tip pressing against his chest and let out a laugh full of mockery.
"Repeat that and I'll cut yours..."
"Go ahead" the Blackwood looked at him defiantly, raising his eyebrows. "Try it."
Aeron clenched his sword grip and swallowed. It was one thing to confront his brothers who were equal or shorter than him. Omegas… And it was quite another to stand in front of a real enemy. An alpha. A Blackwood. Still, Aeron planted his supporting foot firmly on the ground to gain momentum and lunge.
The alpha moved out of the way with a laugh, causing Aeron to stumble from the inertia of his missed blow. Blackwood put a hand on his cloak to yank it to prevent him from falling to the ground, although the tug was enough for Aeron to let go of his sword and put his hand on his neck to avoid being choked by his own clothes.
"You're pathetic," the alpha said, looking down at him. He raised an eyebrow. "You are not a knight. You're not even a man." He moved a little closer and inhaled deeply. "You are an omega."
Aeron felt the blood drain from his face suddenly.
It wasn't like it was a closely guarded secret. Everyone in the Riverlands knew that Amos Bracken and his lady wife had only been able to conceive omegas. He was not ashamed of his caste. The only scary thing was what could happen to him. A lesson that he had had to learn along with his brothers to the point of almost making their ears bleed.
"Let go of me," he sputtered, squirming to get out of the alpha's grip. He wished he hadn't dropped his sword or even carried a dagger. Something else to defend himself other than his hands whose strength had nothing against the Blackwood's claws.
"Why should I let you go? In fact, I should do something about you… For doing what you did" the boy shrugged, looking directly into Aeron's face. "You have the face of a sheep. I'm not surprised. Your kind likes to fuck them, don't they?" He smiled maliciously and brought his face a little closer to the opponent's. "Take it as a compliment."
"Let go of me," Aeron insisted. He brought a hand to his own chest again, searching for the clasps that secured the cloak in place on him.
The brunet made a gesture, as if he was thinking deeply.
"Do you know what I'm going to do?" He responded after a few seconds. His grip on Aeron's cloak loosened a little, although shortly after the omega complained as he felt him pulling him by the roots of his hair. "What you need is a punishment and killing you would be too quick and too easy. It doesn't fix the mistake you made." Aeron wrinkled his nose as the Blackwood's pheromones began to fill his lungs. It was a penetrating aroma, too strong for his taste. Intoxicating to the point of making your head hurt… and an imminent sign of danger.
He decided to start breathing through his mouth. He looked directly at the Blackwood's face although then his eyes began to quickly look for a way to escape, until a flash on the alpha's belt ignited a hopeful idea in his mind. He had to be fast. Agile... fortunately those were two qualities that had to be had to survive among so many angry brothers and septas.
He looked back into the Blackwood's eyes, still struggling although now the movements were more exaggerated. He wanted to continue keeping his attention as much as possible so that he wouldn't notice the hand reaching out for the dagger the alpha had in his belt. It took him a couple of tries until his fingers managed to close enough around the leather-covered handle and, with one quick movement, he pulled it out of its sheath and jammed the blade into the taller man's cheek, making him scream and let go.
Aeron still gripped the handle of the dagger as he pulled away, so he felt the sharp blade cut into the soft flesh of the Blackwood's cheek like butter, drawing blood like a thick, hot river that soaked his hand.
His eyes widened but he didn't stop to analyze the situation. He took a few steps back before running back the way he had come.
He thought briefly of his sword but it would have been stupid to try to get it back. He could deal with the scolding and punishment of losing it. It was better than whatever that Blackwood guy wanted to do to him.
As he ran, the rain had gradually begun to fall until the sky closed in with dark clouds and the smell of fresh mud filled his nose. The drops of water fell like thick curtains that soaked his hair and clothes.
In the distance he thought he heard a scream and footsteps following him.
Suddenly he heard the impact of a stone against the trunk of a nearby tree. Then the whistle of another that brushed past his arm. They were large stones, the size of the palm of his hand...
Much respect for the division of territories and the pile of stones…
Then he felt a blow on the back of his head. Strong enough to throw him off balance.
His boots slipped in the fresh mud and, in a desperate attempt not to fall, he tried to cling to the branches of a nearby tree but they were too fragile, so they broke in half and Aeron fell towards the side of the road, rolling between bushes, roots and branches, losing for seconds the sense of where was up and where was down.
When he finally stopped, all he could hear was the sound of rain and the rumble of thunder in the sky.
He'd rolled at least a couple of meters down the hill and his entire body ached.
Aeron tried to sit up with difficulty because his face had stuck to the muddy ground and he now had the entire half of his face covered in mud.
He spat the dirt that had gotten into his mouth onto the ground and gasped, using his hands to try to get up although he groaned when the weight of a boot on his head again left him glued to the mud.
"You should have accepted my punishment, sheep" the words did not come out very clearly and the rain made it more difficult to understand. But the intention was clear. Aeron made a futile effort to get up but he couldn't. The pressure the Blackwood was putting on his head was too much. He could smell the leather of the sole of his boot. Mud. Manure. Hay. "Now this is me simply being reciprocal…"
The weight of the boot disappeared for a few seconds. Aeron wanted to raise his head but then he felt the sharp pain of a blow right on his temple. Again a stone. It was strong enough to stun him. He squirmed a little and felt another blow. And then another. The edges of his gaze became blurred and it was like losing autonomy over his body. He couldn't move.
He felt the rough hands of the other pull his pants roughly until he lowered them. His skin crawled from the freezing rain falling directly onto his skin.
Those same hands lifted his hips, forcing him to bend his knees.
"Look to you. You're not that ugly from this angle" he heard him say. "That idiot Amos wastes his time trying to make you all out to be knights. This is the ass of a whore. Should be used as one". Aeron closed his eyes tightly as he felt the Blackwood spank him and laughed although he also heard him complain of pain. "Fucking Bracken… You fucked up my face…"
It already was fucked up before.
His muscles clenched in tension as the Blackwood abruptly spread his legs and then used his fingers to spread his lips and expose his cunt. There was silence for a few seconds and then he heard him spit and he felt the saliva mixed with blood drip between his folds.
He had once heard his older brothers whispering during training. They were talking about a servant. They'd seen her with one of the stable boys.
Fornicating.
That was the word. Said with disgust, with mockery. Aeron didn't know the meaning but he understood it. Somehow. Despite their displeasure, it seemed to him that his brothers spoke with envy. As if it were something desirable although forbidden.
They were high-born omegas. They had to maintain a certain purity. At the very least, don't let yourself be touched. He knew very well that his brothers liked to go swimming in the river naked. He himself had done it once, although not for the same reason... he'd never worried about being the object of anyone's desire.
It was not something that was in his priorities. It wasn't something he needed to be a knight.
He felt something hard and hot rub against his exposed cunt. He again twitched. He wanted to get away from the alpha but that damn heavy hand pushed his face into the mud, getting tangled in his hair, digging his fingers hard into her head.
Then the pain.
A pain like no other.
Worse than falling off a horse, worse than the sharp blow of a wooden sword. Sharper than the blows that Septa Ursa gave him in the palm of his hands with that infernal cane and more humiliating than the slaps of his father.
It passed through him from crotch to head like Valyrian fire.
"Shit!" exclaimed the alpha. "Your pussy is tight... I feel like you're going to rip my cock off..."
I wish. I wish I had that power. I wish I could tear it off and make you swallow it until your ancestors feel the taste in their throats...
Aeron could hear over the sound of the rain the slap of wet skin. The penetrations were deep and constant. The friction was reducing more and more... but the pain was not.
The particular iron smell of the blood managed to mix with the wet dirt although he now did not know if it was his blood or the Blackwood's.
Was it the rain that wet his back or the blood from the wound he had given the alpha? What was he hurt more: his ego or his body…?
The alpha clicked his tongue. He seemed dissatisfied. Aeron found that quite ironic and if he could have laughed he would have done so but what left his lips was a groan as the Blackwood suddenly lifted him off the ground to turned him around. He gasped as his back hit the ground but now he could see the tops of the trees, the darkened sky and the disfigured face of his enemy.
The flesh of his cheek hung grotesquely and the blood mixed with the water, dripping down his skin, his neck until it fell on him, on his face.
He again felt that sting as he felt full again and now there seemed to be more intention in the alpha.
He couldn't help but think it was kind of… silly.
He heard him grunt and gasp like an animal while his hands pinned her wrists to the ground. Aeron felt disgust and pain and fear and also pity.
Time passed by. Minutes. Hours. He wasn't sure. The only thing he had in his mind was the sound of the grunting, the feeling of his hair covered in mud, of the blood falling on his face until finally there was a pause of a few seconds and he knew he was done.
The alpha came out of him with a low gasp.
"Now you are marked too" he told him. “You are my property” he got up from the ground with difficulty. The wound and blood loss were taking their toll. "You belong... to Davos Blackwood..." he mumbled before staggering and falling with a dull sound into the mud.
Davos Blackwood.
A cruel irony.
It was the same name as his betrothed.