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Duncan Arlan hated Aerion Targaryen.
That was the truth.
Duncan Arlan saw Aerion Targaryen as the most beautiful Omega he had ever seen.
That was also a truth Dunk was ashamed to admit.
Some force had caused a big guy like him who loved puppies, ponies, and was the top rugby player at school to fall for the Targaryen's sadistic Omega boy. Scratch that, it couldn't have been any force, because Aerion was truly beautiful, with his neatly cut platinum hair, slender, graceful figure, and porcelain skin that made him crave Aerion as first sign, and especially those strangely pale violet eyes.
He recall heard a rumor from Raymun Fossoway, his college best friend, who told him that the Targaryen ancestors had practiced incestuous for generations to maintain pure bloodlines, resulting in white hair and violet eyes as genetic traits passed down through many generations. There were also rumors that Aerion's parents had continued this tradition which is why Aerion looked like an albino.
Another thing Dunk noticed about Aerion was the sharpness in his eyes like a predator, or like a dragon that seek blood, fire and treasure. Which could make any man or woman feel either weak or arouse just by him look at them, depending on how he chose to use it for his own gain. Sometimes, if he looked long enough, Dunk could see a faint red glow, and he felt like he might be swallowed whole.
To him, Aerion was like a mermaid, ready to use his beauty, smooth voice, and charm to devour his prey.
Then there's Dunk, stupid Duncan, like a big oaf, he blamed himself for his overly chivalrous nature, but other times, luck came to his aid, saving him from certain death thanks to his own foolishness. At first, he had accidentally brought along Aerion's youngest brother, not knowing who he was at the time. He just happened to notice the boy's hair color, which reminded him of Aerion, though it wasn't fair to the boy at all, as the kid was much nicer. He took him out for ice cream simply because the poor boy was sitting alone in the corner of the bar, a place a ten-year-old shouldn't have been. Don't ask Dunk why he there either; he was invited to celebrate his team's victory in reaching the finals but he rather not go at all. He also didn't know the bar belonged to the Targaryens, the notorious mafia organization that ruled the entire country, and the boy was there with his older brothers.
Come later many incident happened that night, its was also the first time he and Aerion came into direct contact, when Aerion told his father that it was Dunk who had kidnapped Aegon, toss Daeron fell out of table, and made Aerion's lip bleed after slapping him across the face to stop him from breaking the female bartender's fingers because she had displeased him. After that, he had to face the second-in-command of the organization, Maekar Targaryen, who was also Aerion's birth father—a middle-aged Omega who was as terrifying yet beautiful as Aerion.
Fortunately, because Dunk treated Aegon kindly with a $5 ice cream, a small debt and the boy then sniffled and clung to Maekar's coat to exonerate for Dunk, so he was spared. However, because he had dared to touch his beloved second son, bruising his beautiful face, Maekar could not forgive him so easily.
"From now until the end of Aerion's term, you must follow my boy closely. Whatever he orders, you must obey. In short, you'll use that big body of yours to become his knight protector."
Besides gaping at that cunningly beautiful face as it smiled contentedly, Dunk had no way to refuse, or rather, no right to refuse, since his scholarship was funded by the Targaryen family.
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Back to the present, why Dunk hated Aerion was not just because he often made him run several miles to buy coffee at the only shop he liked every early morning, changed his meals on demand at every meal, criticized his taste in clothes, and often called him stupid in every language he knew, forcing him to follow his every step like a servant. This went to a whole other level.
Aerion treated him like a walking dildo, because just two weeks after his father's arrangement, Dunk found himself pinned down by him, his strength abnormally powerful compared to other Omegas.
“You'll lie there, don't you dare move, keep your hands where I can see them, and just keep this oversized thing erect. If not, don't even think about using it again, and I'll gouge out your eyes if you disobey me, understand?"
Dunk nodded frantically; he still wanted to have children mind you. And then his virginity was taken by Aerion in such a blatant manner, but he was an Alpha; let he complaint with anyone, they would just make fun of him.
He might talk tough, but Dunk still foolishly thought of Aerion as some kind of beautiful angel who had descended from heaven to bless a commoner like him. His sweat glistened like gold dust on his porcelain skin under the dim light in his room, lips red and wet from too much licking of that weird like reptile tongue (he wanted to kiss those lips so bad but feared the risk of being bitten got the better of him), amethyst eyes and pupils dilated in lust. Aerion bounced on his crotch, and if Dunk squinted closely every time Aerion arched his back, he could see his nearly 10-inch cock bulging against Aerion's flat lower abdomen. That small discovery alone made him lose control and cum immediately. Aerion laughed seductively, mocking him, the sweet scent of roses mixed with bitter red wine spreading throughout Dunk nostrils.
“For a big, athletic guy with a huge cock, you came pretty fast, huh? Could it be that a big bad Alpha comes faster than a weak Omega?” - Aerion bit his lip with a playful smile, the red in his eyes gazing down at him.
"Shut up, th.. this is my first time, so I came a bit fast because I'm not used to it yet!" - Dunk stammered in embarrassment, trying to justify himself.
On Aerion's still flushed face, the expression shifted from mockery to surprise, then to extreme excitement, as if taking the Alpha's virginity was some kind of triumph victory. What a strange Omega.
"Oh, my poor Alpha, did I take your first time?"
Despite being belittled and feeling deeply hurt, Dunk's little son seemed to be completely unaware and stood up proudly as if Dunk hadn't just ejaculated a few minutes ago, just because he heard Aerion's sweet voice calling him “darling”. It was fortunate and miserable at the same time that Dunk seem to had just discovered something new about himself that he hadn't anticipated. Especially at the hand of this chaotic, defiant embodiment.
- Hmm, do you like it? It's getting hard again inside me...
To prove his point, Aerion used his slender fingers to touch the bulging belly and pressed gently, causing both of them to moan in unison from the sensation the action brought.
Aerion's whimpering with its deep and sweet tone, became even sweeter, and so did his intoxicating scent. Even though Dunk was a simple-minded fool, he knew Aerion was only pretending, trying to lure Dunk into his trap. But what could he do? He really was a naive idiot after all..
So, besides looking dumbstruck, he could only swallow his saliva as if silently agreeing with Aerion that he really liked being called that. Sweetness kills flies, let alone when it comes from an Omega who is not only beautiful but also smells like an inviting mixture of roses with red wine, calling him affectionately like that.
After all, he was just a normal Alpha, only somewhat bigger than most other Alphas and still easily persuaded, but he swore he was a good person. His uncle had taught him to be gentle, to uphold justice, and to protect the weak, especially children, women, and Omegas. Therefore, even though Aerion was truly terrible, slapping a weak Omega across the face was utterly wrong, though he did save the Beta bartender girl, so it evened out.
Satisfied with Dunk's dumbstruck expression, Aerion smiled contentedly and slowly rose, pulling his cock almost completely out of the wet, red hole, leaving only the tip still inside. Dunk looked down at their connected genitals, his eyes widening in horror, and had to grit his teeth and endure it, otherwise he would cum again immediately.
Aerion reached down and lightly touched the place where they were connected, moaning with pleasure, his fingernails lightly grazing the veins protruding on Dunk's cock. Dunk might die from holding back if this went on any longer.
“Please, Aerion...” Dunk begged, his voice growling, urgent and desperate. He bit his lip to endure it. He couldn't just cum like that when the Omega riding his penis hadn't cum even once yet. His pride wouldn't allow it.
Especially when, in exchange for the torment he was enduring, Aerion seemed to take great pleasure in it, shuddering as the red on his cheeks spread down to cover his thin shoulders and heaving chest in the black silk shirt that was loosely open and caught on his elbow. Aerion seemed quite satisfied, as if he couldn't wait any longer, he slammed his entire body down onto Dunk's penis, exhaling sharply, a smile in his purple eyes flashing with a hint of red spreading out. He slipped his hand into Dunk's shirt, pulling it up and stopping at his firm abs, then used that position as leverage to rhythmically move his narrow waist up and down on Dunk's hard cock.
The sound of their mingling fluids mixed with the sound of their flesh colliding, Dunk's panting and growling, Aerion's unrestrained, seductive moans. Dunk never thought he would see this side of Aerion or hear such sounds coming from those lips that always spoke cruel words, yet were so damn pretty. Next time, Dunk might learn to make Aerion's moans sweeter, but who was he kidding? There probably wouldn't be a next time, now that Aerion had gotten what he wanted, which was Dunk's misery.
The initially smooth, rhythmic thrusts gradually became clumsy; he thought Aerion's thighs must be getting tired. Now he dared to glance down, and what he saw was like a wonderful discovery of humanity, beneath the fluttering robe, on the pink nipples against that porcelain-white skin, each adorned with a silver piercing engraved with a dragon emblem cover by several tiny ruby. Curious to touch and see more closely, Dunk focus zero at them, then instinctively sat up and reached out his hand. His sudden movement startled Aerion, who nearly fell backward, but with the reflexes of a professional athlete, Dunk managed to grab Aerion's waist with one arm to prevent him from falling, while his other hand touched one of his pierced nipples. His thumb almost completely encircled the small nipple and pressed lightly, feeling the coldness of the piercing and the warmth of its owner's skin. Aerion was about to scold him, but instead let out a sudden loud moan.
"Are you out of your mind, you big oaf? Who gave you permission to sit up and touch me without permission?" - Aerion gripped the other man's shoulder to steady himself, cursing as he dug his nails into his skin to express his displeasure.
Dunk stammered, unsure of what to say, his eyes glistening with tears—not from pain, but a common physiological reaction in such sexual situations. He looked into Aerion's violet eyes with his intense blue gaze, as if begging for forgiveness and mercy.
“I'm really sorry, but let me help you, okay? You must be tired too. I promise I'll be good and won't hurt you. I can't take it anymore, please, Aerion!”
Although Aerion was sitting on top of him, he was still too small compared to this giant, so he had to look up at the Alpha through his pale wet lashes. In Aerion's eyes at that moment, the man with one hand placed on almost his entire waist looked no different from a big, useless Golden Retriever, somewhat resembling Aegon's dog, a foolish creature.
But Aerion had to admit that he was truly exhausted, and even with that huge cock just sitting in there, it was already touching all his sensitive spots inside, making him tremble with pleasure. How much more intense would it be if he had to move it up and down? He had no choice. Aerion wanted to come, and more than anything, he wanted to feel how much Dunk's knot could swell inside his gut. It was a risky decision, with the danger of tearing his small hole, but who was Aerion Brightflame if not someone who dared to push his limits? It would fit, and it had to fit. His hole was starting to go numb and soften, as if his Omega instinct knew it was about to receive the largest knot he had ever experienced.
Aerion slightly nodded. He didn't think he could utter anything else arrogant without sounding like an Omega in heat.
Waiting only for permission, Dunk used his right hand on Aerion's waist and his left hand still wrapped around his pierced chest to gently lift Aerion up, his hips instinctively thrusting forward with the pure force of an Alpha. The tip kept brushing against the outer rim of Aerion's stretch hole. He glanced down at the sweat-dampened hollow of Aerion's neck, where the strongest scent gland was slightly protruding, as if beckoning him to bite into it.
Dunk lowered his left hand onto Aerion's thigh, almost enveloping that smooth, white thigh with just one hand, pulling him close and holding him tightly against his chest. Between them, there was almost nothing left to separate them. Lost in the heat of passion, Dunk didn't even notice that their clothes had long been scattered across the floor and onto the cheap, worn-out sofa in his dorm room.
The creaking of the sofa, the sound of wet flesh slapping together, and the low pretty moans from Aerion's red lips. He held his small, hot body, light as air, and thrust into the smaller man's red, slick hole. Deep inside, he felt Aerion's cervix clenching, preventing each powerful thrust from his aggressive penis.
“I... I'm about to come...” - Aerion whispered into his ear, dazed and hurried. - “I want your knot inside me...”
Dunk clenched his teeth, staring at the hollow of his shoulder where he didn't think he had the right to bite without permission. A tremor like an electric shock ran down his spine. Dunk bit into his mouth so hard that the flesh tore and bled, rather than doing something stupid that he would regret later.
He squeezed the porcelain-white flesh in his palm hard, leaving red handprints that would surely appear on his skin afterwards, and when his hips thrust forward hard with all his strength, the tip pushed in without hesitation, penetrating through Aerion's cervix, causing his lower abdomen to bulge out even bigger than before.
Dunk pressed his nose against the hollow of Aerion's neck where the scent became overwhelmingly sweet. He growled as the knot was thrust deep inside, swelling to prevent him from pulling out. He gently thrust to check and confirm it was blocking anything from spilling out, then shot wave after wave of semen inside.
The noise in his ears faded, just as Dunk heard a soft moan that started slightly uncomfortable but gradually turned pleasurable purr in his ear. Along with that came a sharp pain in his shoulder where Aerion had bitten him hard enough to draw blood, meaning he would have to take care of that later, he thought.
"Stupid Alpha." - Aerion muttered curses into the crook of his shoulder and then fainted from exhaustion, Dunk softly laugh.
After the first intense sexual encounter Dunk had never imagined, especially since he had always thought he would treat his lover gently on their first time coupling.
When the knot shrank enough to be pulled out, Aerion, still in a daze, let out a soft moan of discomfort before drifting back to sleep in his arms. Without knowing what to do next, he cradled the smaller figure in his arms and carried him toward the bed. The sound of their fluid dripping onto the wooden floor made him blush with embarrassment, but he couldn't bear to let go of the Omega in his arms. He grabbed a wet wipe and quickly cleaned both of their lower bodies. Dunk placed Aerion on the single bed, which was barely big enough for him alone but he had no other choice, they cannot sleep in the sofa, it's improper to treat an Omega in such a way. He held Aerion and pulled the blanket over them as sleepiness mixed with rare satisfaction took over his consciousness.
Of course when he woke up in the following morning, there was no one beside him in bed, the warmth was gone, but the scent of roses and red wine lingered, permeating into every fiber of his bedding. Dunk buried his face in the pillow where Aerion had lain, inhaling deeply, and recalled what had happened the night before. He let out a soft moan into the closed space, as if it were something shameful, while his penis simultaneously grew hard again.
Aerion will be the reason I die young. - Dunk thought to himself.
The alarm clock rang right on time. Dunk sat up and took a cold shower, partly to help his muscles and also to help Dunk's junior brother stop being erect. He changed clothes and ran straight to school, entered the locker room and greeted his teammates. Dunk had just put his bag in the locker and taken off his shirt when he heard Lyonel Baratheon, his senior and team captain, whistle at him, a sly smile on his handsome face like a real fuckboy.
“Well, our Dunk seems to have had a wild night, huh?”
Lyonel slapped him hard on the back. At first, Dunk was confused and slightly panicked, afraid of being discovered that he had slept with the most beautiful male Omega in their school. But thanks to the sharp pain in his shoulder from the hard slap, Dunk remembered the huge bite mark Aerion had left. He blushed with embarrassment, hurriedly put on his shirt, and stammered an excuse, but all that came out was incoherent stammering.
“Come on, Dunk. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. With your huge body and innocent, handsome face, it's no wonder some Omega climbed on top of you this late. Especially the feisty one, there's not a single spot on your back that's left unscathed."
After Lyonel's words came a burst of laughter from his teammates also still in the locker room, making Dunk blush bright red as he whined and begged them to stop teasing him. Of course, it was useless as they teased him even more and demanded he reveal the Omega's identity.
Dunk truly despises Aerion…
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