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It astounded Ormund how useless his young cousin was, he watched disdainfully as Gwayne trailed after Ser Alerie Florent, an alpha knight of great renown and adored by all even more as she was the one who bore her five children, a remarkable alpha and an even more remarkable woman. Ormund was ashamed on her behalf for how disappointing her son was, four-and-ten and still unpresented, whenever he was provided instruction the boy would stare stupidly and not know what to do.
Strangely Gwayne was adored by his elder siblings; Harlen, Gareth, Steffon and Alicent. None of them found Gwayne to be insufficient, Ormund supposed that being the youngest of five, Gwayne served no real purpose, therefore his family was content with his hopelessness. Which was a ridiculous concept to Ormund, Gwayne’s elder brothers should take it upon themselves to better the lad, not leave him in a pit of failure.
In the mornings before heading to the yard, Ormund would sit in his chambers reading. It was essential for a future lord to deepen his knowledge of his ancestors, to understand their successes and their failures. To be better and to teach his heir to be better. The alpha found reading to be a necessity, not a hobby, he found no particular enjoyment in the histories. Ormund quickly grew bored of the maester's accounts and began to dress himself for training.
He heard the door opening and turned towards it, his shirt dangling in his hand. Gwayne’s eyes widened and lips parted at the sight of Ormund’s bare chest, “I- forgive me, I should’ve knocked-”
“What is it that you want, boy?” He asked, “clearly it must be very important for you to disregard proper manners.”
“My mother said I was to train with you today,” Gwayne replied. “She said I would benefit from training under one such as you.”
“Ser Alerie is correct,” Ormund said as he pulled on his shirt. “I shall train with you, cousin, but I will not go easy on you.”
It did not take long for a crowd to gather in the yard, jeering and laughing each time Gwayne’s sword slipped from his fingers. The boy’s cheeks were burning from the shame, the men’s insults landing true. Yet without fail Gwayne would always stand up and say “again” with such determination Ormund could almost be convinced it was bravery that made him keep going, though foolishness was the more likely answer.
Gwayne had a routine he followed, he would wait for his opponent to move first, deflect, swing, fail. Ormund was taller and stronger, Gwayne’s lithe build made him nimble, but that could not make up for the vast difference in skill between them. The alpha hit his cousin with a particularly hard strike to the centre of his chest, sending him flying backwards into the dirt.
Gwayne scrambled to his feet, chest heaving as he gasped for air. “Again!”
“No.” Ormund said firmly, removing his gloves. “That is enough for today.”
“I’m not finished yet!” The boy protested.
The alpha chuckled, “please, Gwayne, you are as weak as an omega, take a break, you’ve earned it.” Turning his back was his first mistake, his second was assuming Gwayne wouldn’t retaliate. The air was pushed from Ormund’s lungs as he was tackled to the ground, landing on his stomach.
“Say that again!” Gwayne shouted, forcing the alpha’s head into the ground. Ormund thrashed around, Gwayne used his legs to pin his arms in place. “Not so strong now, are you?”
“Little fucker,” Ormund growled. He used all his strength to push Gwayne off of him, the boy tumbled, quickly getting up on his knees and threw a handful of dirt into Ormund’s face. “Bastard!” Then the boy launched himself forward, shoving Ormund onto his back and straddling his hips, using all his weight to hold the alpha down.
“Eat dirt, arsehole,” Gwayne snarled, shoving dirt into Ormund’s mouth. He squirmed, the movement of his smaller body on Ormund’s providing friction against his cock.
Thankfully Gareth arrived and pulled Gwayne off of him before the boy could notice his arousal. “Fucking hell, Gwayne, what is the matter with you?” The beta demanded. “You are training to be a knight, not some lowborn brawler!”
“He said I was as weak as an omega!” Gwayne shouted. “I was proving him wrong.”
Gareth snorted, “you fight like an omega bitch but are as thickheaded as an alpha!” The boy clamped his mouth shut, mortified. “Go muck out the stables!”
Gwayne glared at Ormund one last time before skulking off. “He has spirit,” Ormund mused, “mayhaps he’s not so worthless after all.”
Gareth looked at him mournfully, “why do you say such things?” He asked, “Gwayne is not worthless simply because he is not perfect, he is young, let him be.”
“You are too easy on him, he will never learn without force.”
“That is a poor mindset.”
“Believe what you want,” Ormund said dismissively. “I am going to bathe.”
In the privacy of his room and in the warm bath, the alpha’s mind wandered to his young cousin. The way his cheeks flushed from rage and exertion, his laboured breathing, the way he straddled Ormund’s hips. It did not take long for his cock to harden with renewed interest. He should feel some sort of shame, thinking such thoughts of his unpresented cousin, but the alpha did not care. He wondered how quickly Gwayne would submit to him, or if he would fight back to maintain his dignity.
Ormund even allowed himself to indulge in the thought of Gwayne presenting omega. Though with an alpha mother and beta father that was an unlikely outcome. Only one of his cousins was an alpha – Harlen – the rest were betas. Ormund moaned softly as he wrapped his hand out his cock, would Gwayne be as bold in bed as he was in the yard? Would he curse Ormund’s name while his body clenched around the alpha’s cock? The alpha chuckled as he recalled Gareth’s words “you fight like an omega bitch” Gwayne truly did, and gods if he could Ormund would take him in every way imaginable, in ways that would horrify anyone respectable and shame the gods.
Ormund let out a stuttering moan as he finished in his hand. “Gods…” he breathed, “oh my sweet cousin, you don’t know what you’ve started.”
Two years passed and Gwayne still had no formal presentation, so it was simply assumed that he was a beta. Part of Ormund was disappointed by it, though it was his own fault for allowing himself to indulge in the fantasy of taking Gwayne to wife.
Now Ormund was two-and-twenty and Gwayne ten-and-six, the lad’s skills had improved greatly and he was finally shaping into a worthy knight.
They were in the Kingswood, participating in a royal hunt to celebrate the betrothal between Alicent and the king. Their match a testament to Otto Hightower’s skills as a politician.
Ormund enjoyed a good hunt, it got one’s blood flowing in a way a joust could not. After a successful day of hunting the alpha would always select a pretty whore with light auburn hair to join him in his bed that night. The closer they resembled Gwayne the better.
A sweet-faced omega whore was currently writhing beneath him, her moans high pitched and gasping. Her face wasn’t quite right so Ormund had her on her hands and knees, thrusting into her relentlessly. He gripped her hair tightly as her sweet cunt pulsed around his cock. Ormund did not care if people could hear them, an alpha was expected to sow his oats before marriage, it was simply natural. The whore’s hair was too long, too thick and too light, but out in the woods there was not a great selection so Ormund simply made do.
The omega came loudly, exaggerating her pleasure in order to make him happy. That may work with the other foolish alphas she bedded, but not Ormund, he did not care as it was not her pleasure he was seeking. He fucked her through the orgasm, grunting and growling. His ears pricked slightly at the sound of gasps not from the omega’s mouth or his own.
Ormund turned his head, not halting his movements for a moment, peering through a gap in the canvas was Gwayne. The alpha grinned, he could tell his cousin had his hand down his breeches, pleasuring himself at the sight. Ormund wondered what Gwayne’s fantasy was, did he want to be in the whores place? Or was he content merely watching? They made eye contact just as Ormund reached his peak, the younger man gasped with fright and quickly fled.
The alpha laughed softly and rolled off of the omega, sending her away. He would need to have a private word with his cousin on the morrow, not yet, Ormund would let the lad agonise over what happened. It would make it so much more entertaining when they spoke.
It was that night when Gwayne presented as an omega, a late blooming that caught all by surprise. His sweet scent of peonies permeated the air, making Ormund’s cock harden. The alpha would be lying if he said he was not pleased with himself, nor could he stop the thoughts that it was him that finally caused his cousin to present. Gwayne was hardly protected in his father’s tent, an omega of House Hightower should be treated to the greatest luxuries the world could provide during his first heat. But since Gwayne presented during a royal hunt, a thin tent with armed guards would have to suffice. It was only fitting that even his presentation would be poorly done, so very Gwayne.
He wandered around the camp, trying to clear his head. Yet it was impossible for him to focus, the scent of an unmated omega in heat was all his senses wanted. Ormund could tell the other alphas at the hunt were being affected by it.
Unconsciously his feet led him to Gwayne’s tent, the guards were only posted at the entrance. At the back of the tent, one of the flaps fluttered lightly in the breeze, revealing what was hidden inside. Ormund couldn’t resist it, it was so easy, a simple peak between the tent flaps was all he would do. A look. Nothing more. It was only fair as Gwayne had watched him earlier that day.
Inside, dimly lit by candles he could see Gwayne writhing in his bed, gasping and moaning, rocking desperately against his hand. Ormund drew in a ragged breath, unable to look away, his cock painfully hard in his breeches. Gwayne’s attempts at self-pleasure did not satisfy him so the young omega shoved a pillow between his thighs and rode it vigorously.
Ormund palmed his cock through the fabric of his garments. Even in the low light he could see the slick pouring from his cousin, his head thrown back in pleasure, lips wet and swollen from biting back his moans. “Ormund,” Gwayne whined softly, “oh, ah~” Ormund froze. Gwayne was moaning for him. “My alpha…” Gwayne breathed blissfully.
Against all reason, Ormund pushed the tent flaps aside and stepped beyond the threshold. Gwayne practically jumped out of his skin, scrambling backwards, blankets tangling around his legs, trapping him. The omega stared at his alpha cousin with wide, fearful eyes. His scent spiked, damn near making Ormund’s eyes roll into his head from how wonderful he smelled. So fucking delicious, and it all belonged to him.
Ormund’s lips curled into a smirk, “are you afraid of me, sweet omega?” He taunted, “even after you were moaning so prettily for me?”
Gwayne’s cheeks flushed an even deeper red. “I- I- I-”
“Well?” Ormund cocked his head to the side, “will you try to deny it, cousin?” He stepped forward slowly, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “My poor, sweet boy,” he reached out and Gwayne did not pull away. Ormund’s fingers wrapped around the omega’s jaw, his eyes glistened with desperate and lustful need. “Such a pretty thing,” the alpha must, brushing his thumb along Gwayne’s parted lips and pushing it inside the warm, wet cavern of his mouth.
Gwayne’s eyes fluttered shut as he sucked on Ormund’s thumb, the omega slowly rocked his hips against the bed. “So needy,” Ormund mused, sliding his finger from his mouth. “Tell me what you desire, my darling omega?”
“You…” Gwayne murmured. “I want you, I want your cock, I want everything!”
“My cock?” Ormund grinned, climbing onto the bed, trapping his cousin beneath his larger frame. “I cannot give you that,” Gwayne let out a soft whine of disappointment. “Not yet, beloved, not before we are wed.”
“Will we wed?”
“Of course,” Ormund pressed his nose against Gwayne’s scent glands, breathing deeply, his body humming with deep need. “You will be my wife and grow fat with my pups.” He pressed his knee between Gwayne’s legs, the omega immediately rutting against it desperately. “You like that? The thought of carrying my pups?” Gwayne nodded hazily. “Good. You’re so pretty like this,” Ormund murmured, kissing his scent glands, running his tongue along the flesh. “Fucking yourself on my knee.”
“Ormund!” Gwayne cried out as he began to suck at his sensitive flesh. “Please, I need more- ah!”
“How could I ever deny you when you ask so nicely?” Ormund kissed Gwayne before moving down his body, parting his thighs to admire his newly-formed dripping cunt. “I wonder if you will taste as sweet as you smell.”
Gwayne damn near screamed from pleasure as Ormund delved between his thighs, licking his slit, his nose pressed against his clit. “Oh! Gods!” Gwayne squirmed and the alpha tightened his grip on the omega’s hips to stop him from moving away as he lapped greedily, nudging Gwayne’s entrance with his tongue. “It feels so… ngh!” His thighs clenched around Ormund’s head, arching his back off the bed, his fingers gripping the sheets.
Ormund was lost in the pleasure of Gwayne’s cunt, the smell, the taste, the feeling of his slick running down the alpha’s chin. He had been with many omegas in the past but none had been as heavenly as this.
Though heaven could not last forever.
His attention was drawn by a pained cry from the entrance of the tent, from his place between his cousin’s legs Ormund could see his aunt and uncle staring at them, eyes widened in horror, a plate of food lying scattered on the floor.
“M-mother! Father!” Gwayne cried out, pulling his blankets over himself to conceal his nude, ravished frame. “W-what are you doing here?”
How audacious of him, Ormund chuckled to himself as he rose to his feet. To be caught in such a compromising position, then be the one demanding answers.
“We came to bring you supper,” Alerie said numbly. “Your favourite.” Her brown eyes flickered to Ormund, rage flaring within them. “What do you think you were doing with my son?” She demanded, her pheromones spiking with wroth, smothering the room in an attempt to intimidate him.
“My omega called for me,” Ormund replied. “How could I not-” he could not finish his sentence before Alerie’s fist connected with his face. He stumbled backwards, suddenly recalling his lessons that alpha females – especially those who were mothers – were oftentimes stronger than alpha males.
“You dare defile my son and then claim him as your own?” Alerie kicked him to the ground and grabbed his collar, slamming him repeatedly into the rugs.
“Mother, stop!” Gwayne exclaimed, from his place on the ground Ormund could see Otto holding Gwayne back. “Don’t hurt him, please!”
“I should have you sent to the wall!” The alpha female shouted. “Have you no shame? Taking advantage of his first heat like some kind of beast!”
Reason called for him to not reply to her accusations, that would only serve to rile her further, but watching his poor omega struggle to save him made reason slip further away from Ormund’s mind. “You should control yourself, Aunt,” he returned. “Your behaviour is upsetting my omega.”
“Fucking bastard!” Alerie drew a knife on him. “I should geld you right now!”
“What is the meaning of this?” His father, Lord Edgerren, demanded as he entered the tent. “Alerie, have you lost your senses?”
“That question is better directed at your vile son,” she spat, but released him either way. She quickly sheltered Gwayne from the gathering crowd, concealing his scent with her own. “Harlen!” She barked to her eldest son, “get that filth out of my sight!”
“Of course, Mother,” Harlen was white as a sheet as he dragged Ormund from the tent, he did not bother fighting, there were already too many eyes on them.
Once the crowd realised there was no fight to witness, they quickly dispersed. Harlen took Ormund into the woods, he could smell the older alpha’s rage. When they were alone, Harlen released him.
“What did you do?” He asked, “I’ve never seen my mother so wroth.”
“Gwayne called for me,” Ormund replied, rubbing his jaw. “Everything I did was because he asked me to.”
“He’s in his first heat for fucks sake!” Harlen exclaimed, “he-he had no idea what he was asking you!”
“He’s ten-and-six,” Ormund scoffed. “He knew perfectly well what he wanted, he articulated it quite well.” The other alpha punched him. “Ser Alerie has a stronger fist.”
“Fuck you!” Harlen spat, “I do not want to see you anywhere near my brother, if I catch you so much as looking at him I will cut you down, do you understand?”
“Perfectly,” Ormund grinned as his cousin strode away.
When Ormund returned to camp, his father informed him that Gwayne had been taken to King’s Landing to spend the rest of his heat in privacy. Ormund could not help but feel anger that they had taken his omega from him.