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Aerion "Brightflame" Targaryen, is an omega.
The only omega descendant of the Targaryen's alpha bloodline. Nobody is to know that he was one, unless he brings shame to their house. That was true until the Prince returned from his exile, carrying a child no more than a year old. The boy was undoubtedly a Targaryen with his silver hair and pale skin.
When he arrived at the Red keep, they said Prince Maekar almost had everyone who accompanied the young prince in Lys killed. The Prince claimed the boy to be his, but refused to speak the name of the child's mother or father.
Despite being exiled once, Maekar couldn't allow his son to be alone now that he has been exposed as an omega, and with a vulnerable child no less. And so, the Prince's exile came to an end. But the rumors of his second gender and child spread like wildfire in the across westeros, perhaps even the ears of the child's unknown father.
"Prince Aerion is an omega?!" Plates clattered across the floor.
"What are you doing wasting food, Ser?" The inn keeper scolded him but Dunk couldn't care any less. He run immediately to his squire sitting on a table he had previously reserved.
"Egg!" He slammed his palms on the table. "What is this I'm hearing? Is Prince Aerion an omega?"
Aeg looked confused, "Where did you hear this from, Ser?"
"Oh, everyone's talking about it boy." The men next to them chattered. "The prince returned to Kingslanding with a babe, folks said they could smell him even from the port."
Both Dunk and Aeg were utterly shocked to hear of the news. They both looked at each other, Dunk wonders if Aegon was really unaware of his own brother's gender. Based on the boy's expression, it seemed he was already wise to it.
"Aren't all Targaryen's are alpha? How is that possible?" The men continued their gossiping as they drank ale.
"I could see it. The Prince is shit, but even a man with half an eye could tell he is beautiful."
"They said he smelled like flowers. How did he hide his scent for years?"
"Nothing's impossible from them Targaryen bastards. What I want to know is how they dealt with his heat?"
"Clearly not if he had a boy coming from exile. Whoever was the father of his bastard child, must have had some good time. I wonder what it's like to fuck some omega royalty, all them omegas in here are whores."
Having enough of the filthy words he was hearing, Dunk grabbed one of the men and immediately started throwing fist. They brawled for a while until they were thrown out of the inn.
"Fuck you!" They cursed at him. "If that prince was in heat in front of you, you would've fucked him too!"
Dunk slumped over the tree they've chosen to sleep for the night after being thrown out of an already paid inn. He barely felt the bruises forming in his skin after the fight. Aeg had been talking to him but he could barely hear the words. All that is running in his head is that one night he spent with Prince Aerion in Ashford. He recalls it vividly as if it were just yesterday.
The night before the Trial of Seven, whilst walking aimlessly trying to make sense of the predicament he was in, he came across the very Prince who had put him in it.
Dunk's vision immediately went red and he grabbed him by the collar. How much worse could it get? He thought to himself, but before he could strike, the Prince already had his nose pressed on his neck.
"Alpha." He whisphered sensuously sending shivers down Dunks spine. He pushed the Prince off violently, confused and almost disgusted with how he was suddenly behaving.
"Ah, it's that hedge knight," he jest. "What a waste of an alpha, all brawn and scarcely a scrap of sense."
Aerion closed the distance between them in an instant. "Hmmm... you'll die tomorrow anyways, I suppose you'll do."
"What in God's name are you talking ab—"
"I'm saying I'll let you have the honor of fucking me." He said as he lifted his garbs revealing his flushed chest and stomach.
Dunk's eyes were wide open as he stared at the Prince's skin. He was more taut than expected. And his nipples stood out from his pale skin like camellia flowers. His alpha instincts started kicking in. His mouth filled with saliva and he can feel his blood rushing to his nether regions.
"You're pheromones are as filty as you." The prince brought his slender hands up to his nose and mouth, inhaling Dunk's musk. His eyes almost rolling back like he was intoxicated.
"What sick joke are you playing now?" Dunk clenched his teeth so hard that his mouth has started tasting like iron. It's taking him evey bit of self control not to pounce at the Prince at once.
"Haha," Aerion laughed sarcastically. "By tomorrow you'll be dead by my sword, Ser. I'm saying you may release your pent up anger with me however you please. You're fate remains all the same."
After that he recalls losing all reasons and pinning down Prince Aerion in the mud as he fucked him senseless. Dunk wasn't exactly a stranger to the pleasures of the flesh. Whenever Ser Arlan visisted whore houses, some of the whores would insist their services to him, but it's never gone as far as inserting himself in them. He never knew that flesh could be as warm as it was. The prince's insides were so hot, it almost felt like he was set on fire. His skin tingled everytime their hips made contact and his mouth salivated to no ends.
He felt all blood rush into his manhood as he was nearing his climax, it was a very different sensation to what he was used to. It wasn't just pleasurable, it was beyond cathartic. As he inched closer to his release, the more he salivated and the hunger he felt was immeasurable. His mouth itched to bite the Prince's neck, and he could've done so easily, as the Prince laid defenseless under him, with skin flushed red and face glistening in tears.
His senseless moaning filled Dunk's head. "More, more. Fuck me harder." He called, and Dunk reciprocated. With each violent thrust, he felt his dick swelling more and more, and even more.
When he had woken up later at dawn, the prince was nowhere in sight. He could barely believe what had just happended, if it weren't for the signs of sex left on his skin and garments. His member was still slick with cum and the swelling has yet to completely disappear.
He scarcely knew what he was meant to feel after having fucked the prince who has practically sent him to the gallows. And yet, of all things, what lingered most vividly was the shame of having fainted after knotting someone for the first time.
"Ser Duncan!" Aeg's sharp voice snapped him out of his trip to memory lane.
He kept his face burried in his arms, ashamed to face the little brother of the Prince he had just been imagining lasciviously. "Is it true, Aeg? Is Prince Aerion really an omega?
"What does it matter, Ser? Are you feeling guilty now for beating him?"
Dunk's head shot upright. "No!"
"Then why are you grumbling like this? Omega or not, my brother's still the same cruel man."
The Prince's character was the last of what's going through Dunk's head right now. He had tried to forget the night he spent with the prince after what happened during the Trial of Seven. Whenever he thought of Ashford, he only thought of Prince Baelor and the honorable knights who had died fighting for him, it was as if that memory was locked far far away.
And now, the feeling of guilt washes over him. If Prince Aerion was truly an omega, he could have fathered the child the smallfolk keep calling bastard.
He didn't think that knotting would have resulted to anything as he known the Prince to be an alpha, as all the other Targaryens. After all, he didn't smell any pheromones from the Prince that night, only the smell of his sweat and flesh. He couldn't be wrong with this, he was sure he would've recalled if it were otherwise.
"How come he didn't smell of pheromones?"
Aeg was confused as to why his Ser keeps asking all these questions about his brother, the man was barely a gossiper. Regardless he gave an answer, "He drinks tea made from jade flowers. They're only grown in certain regions of Dorne." While he wasn't meant to reveal this to anyone, he trusted that his Ser didn't have any ill intentions from asking.
"It's suppose to prevent pregancies too. I find it hard to believe that he was with child."
"But they said he was carrying a silver haired child when he arrived."
"My brothers a whore, Ser Duncan." He said without batting an eyelash. "He knows the means of avoiding a child, for he would not have the blood of the dragon passed on to just anyone."
"Then whose child is it?"
"They're just rumors. Although, if true, my father would surely be losing his mind right now."
"Maybe we ought to return to King's Landing." Dunk suggested, much to Aeg's shock.
"But why?!"
"Do you not want to confirm this rumor with your own eyes?"
"I don't really care about Aerion." He stood firm, not that Dunk wasn't already aware of his disdain for his brother.
In truth, even Dunk did not care for Prince Aerion or whatever he was doing after he was exiled. If anything, he's tried to forget his existence after everything that transpired at the Trial of Seven. However, he cannot deny that the night they shared could've resulted with a child.
Dunk had no family he knew of, save for his mother, who had abandoned him. And now, he could barely remember her face. If he really did father Prince Aerion's child, then he longs to see the child even at least once.
"We're going back to King's Landing," he declared, ignoring Aeg’s protests.
The boy pressed him with questions throughout their journey back, but he wasn't able to give him a proper answer. After all, he himself was unsure of what awaited them at their destination.