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A bright smile stretched across Valarr’s face as he entered his father’s solar, shyly thanking the guard posted outside for opening the door for him. “Hello, father.” He announced himself, already feeling the heat rising in his cheeks as the king lifted his head from the raven it was buried in.
“Rūklon, there you are.” Baelor said, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled, immediately abandoning his work to greet his son.
Flower.
My flower. Baelor always called him, for as long as Valarr could remember. The sweet omega still felt embarrassed of when he was just a pup–introducing himself as ‘Flower’ because he had genuinely believed it was his name. It still made him blush anytime his sire would tell that story–Valarr absolutely hated being teased so.
“How were your lessons today?” Baelor asked as they met halfway between the room, bringing his callused hand up to caress his son’s cheek.
A soft purr crawled its way up Valarr’s throat as he leaned into his father’s touch. “Good. Maester Laurel said I was.. well above my years in my writing.” He said, feeling bashful for boasting about himself–something his septa always condemned.
But it wasn’t his own ego he liked to stroke–no–it was the glimmers of love and pride he saw in his father’s eyes that made him strive to be better, to study harder, to be the son Baelor could be proud of. It was all worth it to bask in the warm gaze of his sire, to hear his soft praises spoken just for him, to feel his loving touch.
“Of that I have no doubt, flower–my darling boy.” Baelor said adoringly, brushing his fingers over the spot on his head where his hair was streaked with white–his father’s favorite place to pet.
Valarr watched the king’s eyes trail down his body, his hand sliding down his shoulder to touch the lacework decorating his dress. “You look lovely today.” His sire whispered, taking one of his hands to kiss before guiding him over to his desk.
It was not everyday the omega wore dresses–only on the days his father did his examination–it was just simpler that way, more efficient. And Valarr knew just how much Baelor enjoyed seeing him dressed in more omegan-styled clothes.
Valarr went happily where his sire guided him, placing his hands on Baelor’s shoulders as the alpha caressed his hips. His teeth gnawed at his bottom lip as the king’s hands ran down the sides of his thighs, gathering up the soft fabric and slowly drawing it up.
The prince flushed as his erect cocklet was revealed, tenting his ruffled bloomers, the fabric between his thighs already growing damp from anticipation. Valarr did love his examinations.
“Hold your skirt up, darling.” Baelor directed him, his fingers curling into the waistband of his smallclothes to carefully pull them down. Holding his bunched up skirt with one hand, Valarr kept the other on his sire’s shoulder, using it to keep his balance as he stepped out of his bloomers.
He sat down onto the surface of the desk, scooting his rear back a bit as Baelor brought his chair closer. His legs parted so his sire could step between them like it was second nature, his feet already knowing to perch on the arms of his chair as his heart started to beat faster.
Baelor had been adamant on performing routine examinations to ensure his maidenhood since Valarr first presented as an omega at the age of ten and five. Initially it was the maesters who performed them–his father always present–but they were a rare occurrence back then. As time passed, Baelor eventually took on the sole responsibility of performing them himself, which Valarr had no qualms with. He absolutely abhorred being poked and prodded by the maesters, their cold tools and detached touches. He much preferred the caring and familiar caresses of his father–not to mention the reward Baelor gave him each time he did well–the maesters never bothered to do such.
His examinations had eventually become a weekly occurrence. Like clockwork, Baelor would call for him, either to his solar or personal chambers, he would check to make sure his maidenhood was still intact, Valarr would receive his gift, and their day would go on, left to wait another week.
Valarr much rather preferred the days they met in his father’s chambers. The alpha would lie him down in his big bed saturated with his soothing scent. The prince could relax into the mattress, pull the pheromone-scented sheets to his nose as his father praised and loved on him. On those days, Baelor would truly take his time examining him, was more affectionate, more snuggly, more doting.
Valarr never voiced his preference, ultimately the setting did not matter for he would gladly meet his father anywhere–just happy to spend time with him.
The sound of a sharp intake of air filled the quiet room as Baelor’s thumb gently caressed his cunny. Valarr sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as his sire moved it up and down, his hips twitching as he slowly circled the small bundle of nerves at its peak.
He let a tiny whimper slip free as his father leaned in to kiss his cheek, his free hand massaging his thigh. This was another reason he preferred his father to the maesters–Baelor always took great care. He took the time to slowly warm the omega up, making sure he was comfortable, making sure he felt safe and honored.
Valarr moaned as his father pressed his thumb a little more firmly against his clitoris, the warm slick accumulating on his skin making the glide smoother. “Ñuha gevie rūklon–ñuha sȳz taoba.” Baelor crooned into his ear, kissing the shell of it. “You understand why I must insist on these examinations, yes?” The king said, leaning back just enough for their eyes to meet. Valarr nodded, his lips parting just slightly as he began to pant.
To make sure Valarr was still a pure maiden, to ensure he had not sullied himself–not that he ever thought to do such a thing. There was no point in it, no reward.
Valarr wasn’t like his cousins who whored around with the entirety of the seven kingdoms. He saw the strife and numerous headaches they caused his Uncle Maekar, the disgust in his father’s eyes upon hearing of the newest rumor or scandal they created in their shameless philandering. The thought alone of his father looking at him like that made him feel ill—vowing to never put himself in that position.
He wasn’t a rake like Daeron who was seen more oft in the Street of Silk than the Red Keep. He wasn’t dirty like Aerion who spread his legs for any alpha with a handsome face and a big knot. He was a good boy, a good omega. He kept himself pure.
Baelor reassured him that what they did was different than what his cousins did, that Valarr was different. Told him that until one entered his sex, he would remain a maiden. Explained to him that until they had a husband, it was an alpha father’s duty to care for their omega children in such ways. That in order to keep their child’s purity, they had to protect it themselves. Fiercely and adamantly.
Baelor once said that that was why Aerion was the way that he was—because his alpha sire, his Aunt Dyanna, was no longer of this world—that Valarr should sympathize for his cousin who did not have the same privileges as he did.
The omega princeling felt his cheeks warm as Baelor smiled lovingly at him, kissing the corner of his lips before sitting down in his chair, his eyes falling to his pulsating sex. Valarr brought a hand up, his fingers touching the spot he could still feel his father’s kiss lingering, the scratch of his beard against his soft cheek.
He looked away as the king spread his folds apart, up to the window where he could watch as a bird flittered by. No matter how many times they did this, he never could get past the bashfulness he felt whilst his father examined him–just thankful that this part was always quick.
“Mm–perfect.” Baelor’s deep voice tore his eyes away from the scene outside, back to the present, back to his beloved father.
Valarr never was sure what exactly his ‘maidenhood’ was or what the alpha looked for, but he did not need to. All he knew was that as long as he stayed pure, it would be there, and his father would praise him for it.
“So perfect, my flower.” The king whispered. A giddy smile crept onto the omega’s face as Baelor stood to pepper kisses all over his cheeks. His eyes fluttering shut, Valarr trilled happily as he felt his sire’s lips press against each eyelid. “You are my greatest pride, Valarr. My good boy.”
When he opened his eyes again, Valarr was struck by that addictive look he waited each week for. The look that set his skin ablaze, that made his heart swell within his chest and his breath catch in the back of his throat. Valarr felt his body vibrate with anticipation as Baelor brushed his knuckles down his cheek, the scent of his own slick thick on his fingers.
“Does my good boy want his reward?” Baelor asked, his spellbinding grin drawing the omega’s eyes to his lips–oh how he wished his father would kiss him. Like a husband would his wife.
The boy immediately nodded–far too quickly and far too eagerly–his cunny growing wetter by the second.
Valarr was never once tempted to lay with another because.. He only wished to do so with his sire. Knowing deep in his soul that there was no other in all the seven kingdoms who would tend to him as well as his father did. That no one alive could make him feel as safe and as loved as Baelor.
An airy whimper escaped him as the alpha nosed at his scent glands, panting warm puffs of air against them as the king touched him again, three thick fingers petting his sex, his slippery folds hugging around the middle one.
Valarr swayed forward when his father sat back down, his body instinctively chasing after the alpha’s closeness. The prince purred as Baelor hooked his arms around the base of his trembling thighs, gasping quietly when he dragged his rear closer to the edge of the desk.
“Kepa.” He whined, his hand automatically reaching out to hold one of his father’s, intertwining their fingers as Baelor rumbled up at him.
“Kepa iksis kesīr, rūklon.” The king said, pressing a slow, wet kiss to his clitoris, making Valarr’s hips jolt. “Kessa va moriot ūbremagon naejot ao.” Baelor promised, flattening his tongue against his cunny and licking a long stripe from the bottom of his crease to its peak.
Valarr shivered from the pleasure his warm tongue brought him, his cunt clenching with desire. The prince went weaker with each swipe against his folds, his muscles going limp as he slumped back against the desk beneath him.
“K-Kepa–” He moaned as his sire focused his attention onto his clitoris, alternating between suckling it and flicking the tip of his tongue over it, his beard scratching at the sensitive skin of his folds. Valarr squirmed as warm slick gushed out of his cunt, his eyes crossing with pleasure as Baelor drank it straight from the source.
“My flower–” The alpha praised, unlatching his mouth from his cunny for a moment to lap at his folds and inner thighs, never one to waste a single drop. “Always dripping with nectar whenever I thirst.”
The prince’s head fell back with a breathy moan when his father wrapped a hand around his cocklet that had been neglected until then, stroking the little thing lazily as he continued devouring him.
“I–Kepa, I am close–” Valarr’s own high pitched moan cut him off as his sire sped up the ministrations of his hand, his tongue badgering his clitoris with brutal intent. Having a mind of their own, his hips bucked into the air to further grind his cunny against his father’s face, bracing his feet on the chair’s armrests. He could not stop his body from moving even as Baelor’s beard rubbed his delicate folds raw.
Releasing his little cock, Baelor’s hand moved down to rub the pads of his fingertips against the omega’s throbbing bud, his movements so quick it caused slick to splash all over his lap and his sire’s smiling face. Feeling his release build within him, Valarr’s throat felt hoarse from how loudly he was moaning, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he neared his peak.
“That’s my good boy–come for Kepa.” Baelor growled, his tongue prodding at his hole to lap up his slick as it poured from his cunt. “Take your reward for being so good to me.” He praised, sucking on his red and puffy folds before releasing them with a wet pop.
Valarr resisted the urge to cover his mouth—knowing his father loved hearing his sounds—squeezing the alpha’s hand tighter for comfort. The boy squealed with pleasure, his slick and watery omega seed getting all over his dress as he came on his sire’s fingers and tongue.
His eyes rolled back into his skull as throbs of ecstasy pulsed through his body, his muscles twitching, his thighs squeezing closed around the king’s head—making Baelor laugh as he continued to lap at him.
Valarr’s heavy pants came out mixed with little moans as his breath came back to him. His thighs shook as Baelor slowed the speed of his fingers to a languid pet, pinching his bud gently between his fingertips. The omega prince whined at the persistent touch, his cunny overstimulated, still throbbing with lingering bliss. “Kepa–please–” He whined as he tried to push his father’s head away, his hips squirming as the alpha sucked his clitoris harshly.
When he finally relented his teasing, Valarr melted into a puddle atop the desk, feeling utterly boneless.
He whimpered like a pup crying out for its mother when Baelor stood, his strong arms slithering around his back to pull him upright again. A raspy purr crawled up his throat when his father kissed his cheek, his lips trailing down his jaw, down his throat. Valarr giggled when his alpha father rubbed his beard into his scent glands, his shoulders scrunching up on reflex.
Valarr felt perfectly and entirely loved in that moment, wrapped in his sire’s embrace. “My beautiful boy.” Baelor whispered against his skin, his warm hands feeling up and down his body. “Did you enjoy yourself, rūklon?” He asked, one hand coming up to cup the omega’s nape, his fingers massaging his scent glands.
The prince trilled as he weakly nodded, his eyes fluttering shut, his body going limp with submission from being scruffed so tenderly.
Feeling drunk on his love and attention, Valarr only murmured softly when something hard was pressed against his sex, his father’s breath shuttering in his ear. “I am glad. You did very well for me, Valarr.” Baelor said in a breathy voice, kissing his temple before straightening his posture. “Shall we get you cleaned up?”
The boy–far too spoiled by his father’s affections–immediately began to whine, clinging onto his father to keep him from stepping away. He wanted to be held for a little while longer, like they did when they were in his chambers.
“Now, now. None of that, Valarr.” Baelor chided, gently unhooking the boy’s hands from his doublet to pull away. “I have a truly ridiculous amount of inquiries I must reply to.” The king said with a tired sigh, as if he wanted nothing more than to hold and snuggle his babe for the rest of the day.
The knowledge that his father always made time for him despite his busy schedule was not enough to stop the deep pout from marring his face as he watched the man grab his discarded smallclothes, drying his face and hands with them before stepping back in between the omega’s parted knees, carefully cleaning the slick and seed from his boy’s skin. Valarr blushed as he only dripped more slick when the fabric ran across his inner thighs and tummy. Looking directly into his father’s eyes, he let out a gasped moan when Baelor wiped his bloomers up and down his cunny, the fabric feeling too rough against his most sensitive parts.
Baelor made a disgruntled sound when he examined the soaked drawers, setting them aside rather than helping Valarr back into them like he usually did. “These are too soiled for you to wear. I’ll give them to the servants to wash.” He declared, sending his son a playful smile. “You made quite the mess today, flower.” The king teased, tapping the underside of Valarr’s chin. Baelor’s eyebrows raised as he pointedly looked down, his fingers feeling over the wet stains on the princeling's dress.
Valarr felt his cheeks grow hot as he looked down at himself, utterly embarrassed by the mess he made. The omega frowned as Baelor crooned at him, his eyes starting to sting with shame when his chin was tilted up. “There is nothing wrong with that, sweet boy.” Baelor reassured him, a soft smile on his face, his eyes filled with nothing but love. “It only means you have your health and that you enjoyed yourself.” He explained, kissing the boy’s cheek thrice in quick succession.
Valarr forced a strained smile onto his face before burying his face into Baelor’s neck, feeling the need to hide. His father had a way of explaining things that always made him feel better, made him understand perfectly.
“Only I can do this for you, flower–remember that.” Baelor whispered close to his ear. “It is my duty as your alpha.” The omega nodding in understanding, he already knew it was true.
“Yes, kepa.” He said, purring softly as he breathed in his calming scent.
When he was settled, he took the hands his sire offered him and hopped down from the desk. Letting Baelor straighten out his dress, Valarr couldn’t help but clasp his hands behind him, trying his best to shield the wet spot right on his rear.
“Now–before you continue with your day, you will go to your room and change. Do not dawdle or speak to anyone on the way there–go straight to your chambers.” Baelor said in a stern voice, to which Valarr quickly nodded. He too did not want to be seen in such a state–his septa would surely scold him. “Naughty boy—walking around with no drawers.” His father teased him, chuckling softly as he nosed at his jaw.
“Kepa!” Valarr whined, pouting again as the king kissed his blushing cheeks.
Being ushered to the exit, Valarr curtsied to his father when he opened the door for him. He stalled a bit before he could fully cross the threshold, biting at his lip before quickly turning to hug Baelor once more, pecking his cheek. “Thank you, kepa.” He said bashfully, hurrying out of the king’s solar before he could convince himself never to leave.