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Aerion was exiled.
At first he was on his way to a simple tournament in Ashford, he was prepared to put in an appearance, give it his best during the jousts and try to beat his stale cousin. But then he was given the shocking news that he would be forced to find a mate either during their stay in Ashford or sometime after.
One thing was made clear, he was to be mated.
Too bad his father and uncle did not count on Aerion being the stubborn prince that he is, to decide that he would not be wed to some boring lord, and that he would be the one to decide who he would mate with. He wanted more, he needed more, and he saw more.
He saw it in the shape of a hedge knight, whose size couldn't be ignored in a sea full of lords and ordinary peasants.
And Aerion made him mad, it was almost comical.
He had almost broken the fingers of a puppeteer who thought she could kill a dragon, he was so enthralled in his fury that he almost didn't notice the firm hand that encircled the extension of his wrist with enough force to break it in two. Aerion was yanked away from the puppeteer and the next thing he saw was eyes filled with fury.
Aerion was certain that if the alpha hadn't smelled the air and realized that Aerion was an omega, he would have broken a couple of teeth. The hedge knight's gaze widened the moment he saw his silver hair, realizing that his life now hung by a thread. And Aerion loved that.
The next thing Aerion remembered was being in his tent, rubbing himself against the pillows, looking for some kind of relief from the hotness in his skin and the smell still impregnated on his wrist.
His uncle asked Aerion to forgive the oaf, but being so stubborn, Aerion refused for a couple of days, excuse enough to be able to visit the knight in the dungeons, mock him and watch him while he ate, tempting him with his smell and wet cunt.
After two days, and indulging in his father's insistence, Aerion decided to spare his life, only to follow the giant to his camp that same night and surrender himself completely to the alpha. Not without a fight, of course.
Aerion had never felt so full of life, and that was how he decided that he would not drink moon tea the next day.
That decision brought him to where he was, in Lys, waiting for his pup to be born. Without an alpha, because his father didn't think it wise, and because the brutish knight thought he needed to prove his worth, roaming the roads to make a name for himself.
Aerion hated him for that. He hated them all for ruining his life. He was a dragon; he wasn't meant to be locked up.
"My prince," Ser Roland Crakehall stood by the door. "You have correspondence."
Aerion frowned; he had been in Lys for almost three moons now, and the only correspondence he could expect would be from his father to let him know that he had already found someone for Aerion to live his eternal slavery with.
"You may enter, Ser Roland."
Roland came in, delivering a small leather bag that seemed to have gone through some critical traveling. Aerion looked at the knight with a raised eyebrow, and Ser Roland just shrugged in ignorance.
"You may take your leave," Aerion mumbled, waiting until his bedchamber door was closed to open the package.
As soon as he opened the bag, the smell was overwhelming, and Aerion recognized it as someone thirsty in a drought would. Inside was a black rock with purple creases, seemingly collected from a river, but polished enough to show the details of its color beneath the gray. The black stripes looked like scales, fracturing the stone into three sections, while the purple shone in a way that seemed like fire inside it.
Aerion didn't understand what that rock meant or what he should do with it, but the smell was undeniable. The omega brought it to his nose and although he felt a lot of anger and resentment towards the man to whom the scent belonged, he could not help but breathe deeply against the surface of the rock.
Some weeks later, Aerion received another package, a dried slice of lemon, along with a small branch of hickory.
Aerion glared at the gift, if he could even call it that, but he couldn't help the small smile that formed on his lips. As soon as he realized what his features were doing, an angry growl escaped his lips and he threw the wooden stick against the wall.
Dunk had abandoned him at his most vulnerable moment, according to his words, the knight wanted to be better for Aerion and his babe, he wanted to earn the respect of his father and some lords so that he could become someone for them.
Aerion hated him for that; the only respect Dunk needed was his, and yet he still chose to leave.
His hand fell directly to his still flat stomach, seeking some comfort in the idea that whatever happened, Aerion got to choose.
~ ♤ ~
The prince had appeared at his camp that night, his gaze fleeting and predatory. Dunk remembered feeling irritated, sighing to meet his gaze.
"What now?" He growled. "Didn't you get tired of humiliating me in your dungeons?"
"I feel a longing," Aerion said mockingly. "The dungeon looked very empty without you."
Dunk didn't answer, keeping his gaze fixed until the omega sighed and sat down near him by the campfire. "Don't you miss me?"
"It is hard to miss you when all you do is pester me."
By the light of the moon and the campfire, Dunk took the opportunity to get a better look at the omega. A handsome, small, vile, and very beautiful man.
Aerion noticed his gaze and tilted his head, resting it on his hands to get a closer look at Dunk. The violet of his eyes danced alongside the flames of the bonfire, the dance of the fire complemented his features, as if Aerion was made to be part of it, while his tongue darted out to moisten his lips.
"So did you miss me?"
Dunk gulped.
The little shit.
"Did you want me to?"
Aerion smiled, raising his head and slowly approaching Dunk without taking his eyes off him, like a predator that had already found its prey.
Dunk sniffed and felt the air get thicker, the aroma of citrus growing sweeter. His body tensed as the omega climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs and getting close enough for their noses to touch. Dunk could feel Aerion's wetness through their layers of clothes, and he couldn't hold back the flush creeping up his face.
"Maybe I would have liked it," Aerion stared into his face, gaze so intense that Dunk wanted to shut his own eyes. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest and he was already half hard. Dunk held his breath and dug his fingers into the ground to steady himself. He had to be the voice of reason; the prince's life wasn't in danger here, but his was.
"My prince," It was comical how desperate his voice sounded. "It's not wise, I am no more than a hedge knight and you-"
"And I get what I want," Aerion finished, capturing Dunk's lips in a kiss. Desperate, hungry, and almost chaotic.
Later, Dunk would be surprised by how little resistance his body offered, his hands forgetting their place to grab the omega by the waist with one arm and press him against his chest, while his other hand encircled the length of the prince's nape to keep him there.
It had been a very long time since Dunk kissed another - once at Flea Bottom by a drunk woman; and he couldn't even call it a kiss because he barely moved from the shock - so, inevitably, his kiss with Aerion was clumsy, but what he lacked in experience, he attempted to make up for in enthusiasm. Aerion, on the other hand, seemed to know what he was doing, sliding his tongue along Dunk's lips and dipping in when they parted to tangle with Dunk's tongue.
Aerion broke the kiss to blink down at him, his eyes glistening full of lust as his hips started circling Dunk's crotch. Dunk's satisfied groan got muted when the prince pulled his head back by the hair and trapped his lips for another kiss. Not that Dunk objected - quite the contrary, he glorified in the feeling of Aerion's mouth, of his smaller body pressed against his, of the fingers of one hand sliding through his hair, petting him, while the other stroked down his chest, warm and firm as it slid lower, down to his crotch to press his palm against his now hard cock.
Dunk growled against the omega's mouth, stopping the kiss to bury his face in Aerion's neck, breathing in the sweet scent as his hands pulled at the prince's robes until they almost tore.
"You brute," Aerion gasped, squeezing his cock harder. "They're fine fabrics."
"You are here in the dirt almost begging for a commoner to plunge you," Dunk scoffed. "I think your garments should be the least of your concerns."
With a swift motion, Dunk removed Aerions tunic, relishing on the way his skin seemed to shine against the light of the fire. Next to the bonfire, he really did look like a dragon.
Dunk took more freedom with his hands then, stroking Aerion's chest, thumb rubbing a nipple, and Aerion couldn't hold back a moan and then another. Dunk's right hand slid from his neck and down to his other nipple, pinching it. Then the same hand slid lower still, stroking the prince's hard cock before venturing lower to rub his fingers against the omegas wet entrance, and Aerion began to pant.
Dunk couldn't stop himself from moaning, and a filthy, filthy sound escaped Aerion, at the feel of Dunk's fingers, firm and warm sliding against his entrance.
"Yes?" Dunk's voice a breathy hiss.
"Yes. Please, yes, I…" Aerion leaned down, burying one of his hands in Dunk's hair and kissing him, thrusting pointedly against him. Dunk placed a hand on his hips, guiding him as he rolled his hips to meet Aerion's clumsy thrusts, and then he pushed his fingers in. The prince was so wet that two fingers slid in with ease and Oh Lords.
The world turned white for just a moment. Dunk had never felt something so warm and delicious coating his fingers.
Aerion moaned loudly then, and desperately removed the cord of Dunk's trousers to take out the alpha's cock, biting his lip as his hand could barely surround the girth of it, and started rubbing it up and down, circling it at some points to elicit a stuttering breath from Dunk.
Fascinated by the sight of the other man's cock, Dunk reached down to wrap his other hand around the hard flesh, stroking as Aerion did before, while curling his fingers inside the wetness of his entrance, pulling out and going back in deliberate movements as his hand was dripped to the wrist, until the other man trembled above him, fingers burying themselves in Dunk's thighs so hard it hurt as Aerion came with a grunt, seed staining Dunk's fingers.
Dunk looked up in suprise, not expecting his inexperienced fingers to have so much power. Aerion narrowed his eyes in response, a big blush spreading from his cheeks down his chest. "You better shut your mouth or I'll rip your tongue out."
"Aye, my prince," Dunk said, bitting the inside of his cheek to keep from showing his mirth.
"Just put your cock inside already, your fingers will bore a whole within if you keep going at it."
Dunk curled his fingers one last time, and Aerion glared through a whimper. Dunk removed his fingers then, and was about to rub the slick against his cock, when Aerion grabbed Dunk's hand, and with a predatory gaze, lifted it up to put it against Dunk's mouth.
"Lick" he ordered, eyes hooded with desire.
Dunk complied, when a prince asked you to lick his spill, you can only do as told, and with a long swipe of his tongue, from his wrist to the tip of his finger, he grabbed a long strike of cum and swallowed it whole. Aerion watched as Dunk's addam apple bobbed with his slick and the prince's pupils almost swallowed the entirety of his irises.
"Good oaf," he groaned, bringing Dunk's hand to his mouth and inserting two fingers in his mouth, his lovely lips, swollen from all the kissing, were now stretched around Dunk's enormous fingers, sucking until his cheeks hollowed.
Dunk's animal instincts were now primal, he could feel a growl rising from his chest as he removed his fingers from Aerion's mouth and started kissing him again, this time as if he was starved and presented with a feast. Then with his hand, he grabbed the hard, insistent length of him and pressed it in so slowly against Aerions entrance, feeling as if he were being swallowed as a whole.
"You are beautiful," Dunk gasped. It surprised him to hear the rough rasp in his voice, so desperate as he rocked his hips slowly, sliding himself into Aerion's body until they were joined together completely.
"Dunk please," Aerion gasped, hardly knowing what he was pleading for, only that he was filled so, to bursting, and yet wanted more. Dunk gave him more - he grabbed Aerion by the thighs to pull him up and thrusted up as he brought Aerion back down.
Dunk could not take his eyes away from Aerion, enthralled by the way his mouth sometimes opened with no sound, or how his lean muscles shifted beneath his skin, the tremor in his legs whenever Dunk drew out slowly and then pushed back inside, the clouding of his gaze as it moved over Dunk's body.
"Tell me you want more," Dunk growled, his fingers digging hard into the yielding flesh of Aerions's thighs - he would have bruises there, and Dunk delighted in it, just as he delighted in the feel of being surrounded and swallowed by so much warmth.
"I do, I want everything," Aerion wrapped his arms around the alpha’s neck, pulling them closer together, trapping his cock between their bodies, and each time Dunk rocked against him, he felt Aerion get wetter and more willing.
“Gods my prince!” Dunk moaned as he thrust harder, a primal need overtaking his body.
“Dunk, please,” Aerion cried, he was begging now, and it made the alpha in him go mad.
The friction of it and the fullness surrounding him, it pulled his body into a state that he had never known. Like a song reaching higher and higher. The scents and sounds that filled him caused his head to swim; his body was no longer just his own.
Dunk let out a groan that was more animal than human and Aerion whimpered in submission. Inside him, Dunk seemed to swell as he pulsed hotly deep within him.
Aerion gasped loudly, his eyes fluttering open and close as he reached his peak, his lips parted as he came between their bodies. Around them their scent melded into one.
Dunk could barely keep his thoughts straight, his body moving without any of his accord. Every limb of his felt on fire, his toes digging so tightly into his boots that he was almost worried he would rip them. All he could feel, the only sensation that he could focus on, was the feeling of Aerion's warmth sucking on his cock.
He felt like drowning, eyes shut tightly, but Aerion said, “Look at me,” and Dunk did, eyes locking on Aerion’s own, and he came hard, mouth open and hips jerking.
The sound he made was almost inhuman, and he spurred hot and fast, come slicking Aerion's insides even more as he milked deep within, until he was practically sobbing, but it felt so fucking good and he did not want to stop.
He had to though, when his knot was too big and the walls around it too tight, almost painful.
Now, sitting in front of the fire in the chamber of the inn, with a quill in hand and a scroll on the floor, while Egg slept like a rock in one of the beds, Dunk remembered how, while they waited for the knot that still bound the alpha and the omega to descend, the dragon was somewhat submissive, but not entirely abandoning his strong personality.
Dunk was laying on his back with Aerion on his chest, and the prince spoke some to Dunk about how frustrating it was to be an omega in a family that had so much potential, but nobody took him seriously.
Dunk asked him what he really wanted, to which Aerion took a while to respond, even making Dunk believe that the prince had fallen asleep, when he heard him say "To fly like a dragon. To be free."
Dunk looked at the feather in his hands now, tiny in comparison to his fingers, and couldn't help thinking that this feather belonged to some bird that perhaps flew free, unlike his beloved prince.
With a sigh, Dunk decided to put what he had recently learned into practice, dipped the quill in the ink he had recently acquired, and began to write.
~ ♤ ~
"Deer prince,
I hop you like the presntss I been sendin they remmind me of you.
I kno you migh still hate my gutss but I m tryin to becom somethin morr than a brute of a' knight like you would coll me.
Wrritin s a little bit hard sendin presntss s esierr but I ask Egg to teech me how to wrrite an here it s my firrst lerer.
If you want to wrrite bac I met a naice lady yestermorn who invited us to stay in her lands heer in Yronwood so we wil stay for som time.
Pleas be safe.
Your oaf."