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Lucerys was behaving strangely. Stranger than normal, that is.
The omega boy had always been a bit of an oddity—a soft faced contradiction of haughty confidence and laughable cowardice, but this recent behavior was beyond even Aemond, his reluctant, albeit attentive mate. Lucerys was as likely to snap his pathetic excuse for fangs at Aemond as he was to scurry behind the alpha’s back the moment any form of conflict arose, thus fluctuations in the omega’s mood were truly not lost on the older man.
That being said, it had gotten worse as of late.
In King’s Landing, Aemond and Lucerys had a routine. When dusk broke, Aemond would prepare himself for the day before making his way to his mate’s close but separate bedchambers on the other side of their shared apartments. Once there, Aemond would wait for his mate to finish readying himself and then escort him through the Red Keep to the Great Hall, where they’d join his half-sister and the rest of her family to break their fasts. When all was said and done, it was Aemond’s responsibility to assure Lucerys arrived to his studies in a timely manner and actually attended to them.
One could call him overbearing — Gods know Aegon has more times than he could count — but Aemond felt no shame in fulfilling his duties. After all, in a few short months he and Lucerys were to set sail to Driftmark and formally integrate themselves into the court of High Tide under the watchful eye of Lord Corlys. As husband to the Sea Snake’s successor, Aemond would not stand for his mate appearing ill fit when it was time to sit upon the Driftwood throne.
Adhering to a strict routine was beneficial to the mates. Aemond enjoyed a strict routine. Unpredictability should be saved for the training yards or battle fields. Beyond that, everything had a time and place. The mornings were for breaking their fasts and history lessons. The afternoons were meant for balancing accounts while sipping wine and watching Lucerys snack on sweets when he thought Aemond did not notice. It was in the evenings that the pairing would politely sup alongside the Queen or Dowager Queen before making their way back to their apartments and, if they were not exhausted from the events of that day, joining one another in the bedchamber to indulge in mately pleasures.
Routine was good. Routine meant consistency. Routine meant it was very obvious when something was off and Lucerys was breaking it.
As Aemond stands outside his mate’s bedchambers, fifteen minutes after when they should’ve already departed for their morning meal, he ponders at what point it’d be appropriate to break down the oak door. He could hear shuffling from the other side but Lucerys had yet to say a word. Had it not been for the relatively calm, unbothered scent radiating from the omega, Aemond was certain he would have pried the offending barrier off its hinges and thrown it across the room already.
He raps his knuckles against the door once again. “Lucerys,” Aemond tries to keep his voice even and calm. “Open the door at once.”
More shuffling can be heard from the other side and finally, the door creaks open and a head of fluffy black hair pops out. Lucerys’ face was still soft with sleep but his hazel eyes were wide and alert, blinking owlishly up at Aemond. Though his body was still in the room — only his head leaning out between the crack or the door and its frame — Aemond could tell his mate was still dressed in his night clothes, the skirt of his long linen gown brushing the stone floor.
“May I help you, Uncle?” Lucerys’ voice sounded strange, like he was forcing it to sound groggy as if he had just awoken when he clearly had not.
It was Aemond’s turn to look confused. “We are late to breaking our fasts. Why have you not dressed? Are the servants neglecting you?” The thought of lowborn servants treating his mate so blasé made irritation pulse through Aemond’s veins. Lucerys must feel it through their bond because he suddenly winces.
“No! I just,” The omega bites his lip, eyes shifting around nervously. “I do not feel well. Send her Grace my sincerest apologies.” With that, Lucerys attempts to shut the door but Aemond forces his hand between it and the frame, prying it open.
“Are you ill?” He asks. Instinctively, Aemond leans in, pressing his nose against his mate’s neck and inhales. Lucerys did not smell any different; Aemond was intimately familiar with his mate’s calming scent of salt water and lemons. It was refreshing and sweet and there was no sign of the usual rotten scent that clung to a person when coming down with a sickness. “Shall I take you to the maester?”
He doesn’t have a chance to take another inhale before Lucerys is pushing him off. “That will not be necessary. Anyways, I think I shall rest longer. Do tell my mother I am terribly sorry.” Lucerys is already forcing the door shut as he speaks and Aemond fails to get in another word before the sound of a lock clicking in place rings out.
Aemond tries to call for Lucerys a few more times but the sound of his nephew shuffling back to bed is enough to tell him his attempts are futile. By the time Aemond makes his way to the Great Hall, he is forced to compose himself and not let the sting of sudden rejection be too obvious.
“One of my dresses has vanished.” An exacerbated voice whines. “The one made from that lovely pink silk that Grandfather got me from Pentos.” Daemon’s daughters were making idle conversation when Aemond approached the long table.
Baela hums in response to her twin. “With the embroidered bodice? Do you think a servant stole it…” Her words trail off as Aemond’s presence becomes finally noticed. He tries not to stiffen under the female alpha’s critical gaze, instead shifting his focus to his half-sister who sat at the head of the table.
Aemond gives a short bow before standing up with his back straight. “Apologies for my late arrival, your Grace. There were urgent personal matters that I had to attend to, which caused an unexpected delay.”
Rhaenyra frowns, violet eyes examining the very obvious lack of another person beside him. “Where is Lucerys?” Her voice is cool and even but tinged with motherly concern.
“My mate sends his apologies as well. It appears he is,” Aemond pauses, thinking over his next words carefully. “Unwell, thus he has chosen to remain abed for the day.”
Disclosing Lucerys’ condition has the entire room immediately on alert.
“Unwell?” Aemond is surprised to see his mother express any degree of concern for his mate. Alicent had been adamantly against his and Lucerys’ betrothal but it was hard to deny the dying wish of a dying man such as the late king. “What type of unwell?” For a moment Aemond doubts his own hearing because if he was not mistaken, there seemed to be a tinge of excitement in his mother’s voice.
Whatever it was his mother was trying to convey, Aemond’s suspicion appears to be his and his alone because he watches as his mother and half-sister exchange an odd look.
“I am unsure.” Aemond answers. “I did not smell any signs of illness on him but he denied my offering to fetch a maester.” So do not say I did not at least try to help the stubborn little fool , he wants to add.
Rhaenyra purses her lips then nods. “Very well. I will visit him later to check on his condition. Now, do sit, brother.”
Now it is Aemond’s turn to frown. “I do not think visiting him will be necessary. I can tend to him on my own-“
“ Sit .” The raw command in his sister’s voice is so palpable that for a moment Aemond could almost mistake her for an alpha. Without another word, he does as he is ordered and the meal commences once again, though he cannot help but notice the way the eldest two women at the table suddenly begin exchanging hushed whispers with one another.
The rest of the day passes with little fanfare. By the time Aemond returns to his and Lucerys’ shared chambers, his hair is sticking to his face with sweat and there is an ache beginning to fester between his shoulder blades.
He is pleasantly surprised when, upon opening the doors to his chambers, he is greeted with a prepared bath and his mate perched atop a chaise beside it. Lucerys was dressed in a golden nightgown with a book opened in his lap, but the ends of his wavy locks were damp and curled so Aemond could at least count that his mate bathed himself at some point today.
Lucerys looks up from his book when Aemond shuts the door but drops his gaze back down to it when the alpha approaches him and the tub.
“I had the servants bring you a bath.” The omega gestures towards the steaming water. Inside the tub, small red and white flowers floated along the surface and a sweet scent was wafting from it. It smelled like Lucerys.
Aemond begins pulling off his sweat damp doublet and he does not miss the way his nephew’s eyes peek up from under his lashes to watch him as he strips his legs of his boots and trousers and steps into the scalding water. A pleased groan bubbles up from deep in Aemond’s chest when he finally submerges himself in the water. He’d requested for the Cargyll twins to get him prepared for what would be needed once he moved Driftmark and began overseeing their garrison, but Ser Arryk seemed to take great sadistic pleasure in pushing him to his limits in the training yards.
Aemond has his eye shut and his head leaned against the edge of the tub when he hears soft padding against the floor and suddenly, there are fingers running through his hair.
He leans up and tries to glance behind him. “What are you doing?”
“You have nice hair.” Lucerys knelt behind him with a silver comb, his eyes distant as he bunched Aemond’s long strands in one hand and pulled the comb through them with another. “I like it.”
Aemond stares at him, unsure how to respond until Lucerys forces him to face forward once again. His mate continues to comb his hair religiously, silently transfixed on it. Lost, Aemond resumes scrubbing the dirt and sweat from his body. They continue their movements in complete silence until Aemond feels something wet lap against the back of his neck and he jerks around.
Lucerys stares at him with wide eyes, his tongue caught between his teeth and peaking out past his lips. Aemond reaches around to feel the back of his neck and it dawns on him that the omega was lapping at his mating mark.
“What are you doing?” Before Aemond can even get the entire question out, Lucerys is standing up and scurrying out of the room into his bedchambers in a flurry of gold fabric. Aemond can only stand up in the tub, water dripping down his chest and uncomfortably alert cock, and stare stupidly at his mate’s retreating form.
So dumbfounded by Lucerys’ sudden change in behavior, Aemond doesn’t even notice that the clothes he had been wearing have vanished.
“There is a thief amongst us.” Helaena doesn’t pause her walking as they make their way through the garden but Aemond and Lucerys do.
His mate goes rigid against him, hands clutching Aemond’s bicep. “A thief?” Lucerys asks, voice thick with worry. His scent was tinged with it as well so Aemond attempts to soothe him by letting the boy bask in his own warm scent. It does little to calm him, however, as Lucerys pulls them to continue following behind Helaena.
“Yes, a thief. A number of things have vanished from within the castle: several of mine and my lady cousins' dresses, Jacaerys is missing quite a few shirts — even her Grace, my sister, has had a number of garments disappear.” She turns to face them and stares directly at Lucerys for a moment before turning her gaze to Aemond. “Do be careful.”
Once again, Aemond isn’t given an opportunity to question anyone further when a white cloak comes barreling into the gardens with a confused expression.
Ser Erryk hastily bows, “Forgive my intrusion, Princess Helaena, but Prince Aemond and Prince Lucerys are urgently needed at the Dragonpit.”
“What happened?” Lucerys shouts, uncharacteristically loud. Vhagar was too large to live within the domed structure so the only logical conclusion to be reached was that it was Arrax whom there was something wrong with.
“I am no expert, Prince Lucerys, but it appears your dragon has barricaded himself within the tunnels and, well…” Erryk glances at Aemond. “Vhagar seems rather displeased.”
By the time they are ascending the Hill of Rhaenys, the concerns of Ser Erryk are validated in the loudest manner possible. Prowling along the mountainous side of the hill and circling the pit, Vhagar bellows loudly and causes the entire structure to shake. Aemond has never seen the she-dragon behave in such a manner; at her old age, Vhagar was content to lounge in her clearing in the Kingswood and scorch the farm’s worth of sheep she was given to feast on every day. Seeing her at the Dragonpit and doing anything beyond lazing about was… well, it was incredibly concerning.
“Vhagar, lykīri !” The massive dragon turns her head toward her rider but quickly returns to trying to shove it inside the entrance of the pit.
“Where is Arrax? Why is Vhagar provoking him?” Lucerys asks a dragonkeeper, his body almost shaking with worry.
The old dragonkeeper grimaces, his worn hands wringing in front of him. “I believe accosting would be a more appropriate word, my Prince. Arrax has burrowed himself and the hatchlings of your lady aunt’s children in a tunnel and is becoming rather irate whenever any of my men attempt to approach it. Little beast already singed the brows of three men for coming to close.” It made perfect sense to Aemond that the mount of his mate would also go for the eyes.
“Shrykos and Morghul? Is he attempting to harm them?” Aemond asks.
Lucerys makes an offended noise. “Arrax would never!”
“Prince Lucerys is correct.” The dragonkeeper says. “He is actually behaving quite the opposite. In fact, it rather seems he is trying to nest them — I got close enough to see that he had curled himself around them both and was attempting to feed them by his own mouth.”
Aemond and Lucerys stare at him, confused. “Nesting?” The omega repeats.
“Yes, nesting. It is not usual for dragons in his condition but his manner of doing so has left Vhagar and Dreamfyre both rather displeased, for lack of a better word.”
As if hearing the accusations being levied against him, Arrax comes bursting from the archway out of the pit and barrels towards them, skillfully dodging Vhagar. The pearlescent beast screeches loudly upon seeing Lucerys and knocks Aemond to the side in order to curl around the omega.
Immediately, the dragon presses his maw against Lucerys’ center and chitters. Lucerys freezes at the display of affection, cradling the dragon’s head to pull it away from him. Aemond watches his mate gently calm his bonded until Vhagar comes prowling over, her irritation apparent as she snaps her maw at Arrax.
“Tell you beast to leave him alone.” Lucerys snaps back, cradling Arrax’s neck like a babe would cling to its mother. “She is frightening him!”
Aemond runs a hand along Vhagar’s scales, searching for an answer in her intense golden eyes. The war-dragon simply huffs a puff of steam from her nose and attempts to butt the tip of her maw against Arrax.
“Oh, do not fret, Prince Lucerys. No harm will come to Arrax, least of all from Vhagar.” Lucerys looks to Aemond for an answer but all the alpha can do is raise a brow at the keeper. Recognizing their confusion, the old man raises his hand and points at Arrax, who had taken to trilling his spikes at the much older war-dragon.
Realization dawns on Aemond slowly and then all at once when Lucerys snaps to look at him with an expression of both disbelief and pure rage.
Though not obvious to the untrained eye, the slight swell Arrax’s stomach was undeniable.
“You are upset,” Aemond watches Lucerys stab at his plate, the prongs of his fork screwing a slice of lamb like it has offended him. They chose to sup in their chambers that evening so they could discuss the… matter of their dragons, but little progress had been made because Lucerys appeared more focused on taking his frustrations out on their shared meal than communicating to any degree.
Lucerys takes a bite of the lamb, ripping the meat apart with his blunt teeth like a dragon would. “Is that so?” He glares at Aemond as he chews the food. “I cannot even begin to wonder why I might possibly be upset.”
Aemond tries not to groan. “Dragons are not slaves, Lucerys. We cannot control whom they decide to,” He waves his hands vaguely. “Copulate with.” Lucerys slams his fork to the table.
“That hag of a beast impregnated my Arrax!” His mate roars. Lucerys’ upset was warranted — Aemond himself was surprised and taken aback by the revelation. Truthfully, he did not think Vhagar still had it in her. He was rather impressed, if he was being honest.
Aemond takes a sip of his wine. “You should not regard it as something so ill. The laying of more dragon eggs is a great blessing — a sign that our connection with Valyria still thrives.”
“That’s easy to say when you are not the one who will be carrying them!” Lucerys’ voice was thick, like he was on the verge of tears and struggling to hold them back.
Setting his drink down, Aemond scans Lucerys with his remaining eye. The boy had already changed out of his black and red doublet in favor of a loose pigeon blue frock and his curls were loose around his shoulders. Most apparent to Aemond, however, was the way Lucerys’ skin seemed to glow despite the slight purpling under his eyes.
Before Aemond can reach any conclusion, Lucerys reacts faster and turns on his heel, bolting towards his bedchamber. Aemond takes off soon after, chasing the boy through their apartments like they were engaging in an archaic Valyrian mating hunt and Aemond was the alpha preparing to mount and claim a freshly flowered omega.
Lucerys flies through his bedroom door and attempts to shut it but Aemond is both taller and stronger. He easily pries it open and sends Lucerys stumbling backwards.
Stepping inside the room, the first thing Aemond notices is its state of utter disarray. The featherbed was completely stripped of linens and furs, its pillows missing as well, and even the privacy curtains were haphazardly thrown to the side. The vanity drawers that usually housed Lucerys’ most prized jewelry were thrown open as well, diamonds and sapphires spilling from them like water.
The thief had made it to his mate’s room , is Aemond’s first thought. Before Aemond can even think to collect his omega and call for a guard, he notices something else. Something more confusing and baffling than a thief that could seemingly traverse a palace as protected as the Red Keep with practiced ease.
Situated underneath a window in the farthest corner of the bedchamber was what Aemond could only describe as a mountain. Piled as high as the windowsill and strewn about the surrounding floor was fabric of every type and color imaginable. Pink dresses made of Myrish silk, black gowns fit for a queen, tens of hand sewn shirts crafted by a mother for her growing sons — tucked away in the corner of the sole omega Prince of Westeros’ room was every article of clothing and jewelry that had gone missing in the past month. Interwoven with it all, Aemond could make out dozens of his things, both clean and dirty. Tunics, trousers, cloaks, and rings — not a single thing of the alpha’s was safe from his mate’s greedy little fingers.
It looked like a dragon’s hoard. Like a nest.
Feigning illness. Lucerys’ preening behavior. The entire matter of their dragons. Seven hells, even the omega’s willingness to eat lamb still pink in the middle without complaint when Lucerys usually despised it.
It clicks into place in a matter of moments and Aemond watches Lucerys’ expression shift when he realizes the older man is finally coming to such an obvious realization.
Before Lucerys can bolt once again, Aemond reaches forward and grabs him, pulling the yelping boy towards him. Aemond shoves his nose against his omega’s neck, right where his scent gland was, and inhales deeply. The sweet saltiness of Lucerys’ natural scent was as strong as ever but there was something else.
Light yet unmistakable was the gentle aroma of milk — clean and fresh and new.
Aemond pulls away and stares at his nephew, his sole eye searching Lucerys’ for an explanation he already knew.
“You are with child.”
Lucerys says nothing, his eyes watery and his teeth wearing at his plush bottom lip, and that is confirmation enough.
“That is why you have been behaving so strangely? Why have you not told me? Told anyone, for that matter?” Aemond’s grip tightens on the omega’s shoulders and he immediately loosens it when the boy winces. His omega was carrying his child , the primal part of Aemond’s mind roars at him. He needed to keep him safe — to protect him and never let harm befall them in any way.
“O-our mothers know.” Lucerys whimpers pathetically. “I did not tell them, I swear. They suddenly visited and confirmed it for themselves without me even speaking.”
Aemond thinks back to that meal nearly two weeks ago — about the way his sister and mother spoke in hushed whispers and watched him with curiosity and almost smug, knowingly expression. “How long have you known?”
“T-three weeks. I missed my moonblood but it was only confirmed when my mother forced me to visit Grand Maester Gendreys last week.” His nephew sniffles, tears springing from his eyes and cascading down his flushed pale cheeks. “Forgive me. Qybōr . I know we have only been wed two months but,”
“Why would I be upset about this?” Aemond interrupts.
Lucerys gapes at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish without water. Despite the circumstances of their union, Aemond and Lucerys were not shy in reaping the benefits of being mates. Before the boy began behaving so bizarrely, Aemond spent nearly every night (or any other time of day, if permitted) between his nephew’s thighs and selfishly indulging in pleasure while the omega sobbed in ecstasy.
Pupping a sweet omega and witnessing their seed quicken in their mates womb was the dream of any alpha. Getting Lucerys with child had always been a goal of Aemond’s. If anything, it was more concerning that he hadn’t already put a babe on him.
“You,” Lucerys sniffles. “You are not upset?”
Aemond just stares at him for a moment before grabbing the boy by the jaw and leaning down.
“Foolish boy.” He smashes his mouth against the omega’s, winding an arm around Lucerys’ waist so he can’t back away from him.
His nephew moans high and surprised in his throat, stumbling backwards when Aemond pushes them deeper into the room and towards the omega’s nest. Their kiss quickly devolves into filth, spit and moist breath dirtying their faces as they lick into each other’s mouths. Lucerys bites down on Aemond’s lip, his sharp little teeth breaking the skin so he can lap up the blood that beads with his tongue.
Lucerys pulls away and stares up at him with hooded eyes, his pupils blown so wide that there is only a sliver of hazel outlining them. Aemond gently pushes the boy into the pile of fabric beneath them, towering over his omega who lies back in it looking pliant and so very small. Dropping to the floor and crawling up to him, Aemond pins Lucerys in place and presses another kiss to his lips.
“You are carrying my child.” He whispers with wonder against his nephew’s lips, hips settling between Lucerys’ plush thighs that squeeze them graciously. “Gods, you will be having our child.” Aemond reaffirms, hands moving from beside his nephew’s head to drag down his body and stroke his still flat belly. Even before they were wed, Aemond was haunted by dreams of Lucerys. Since even before his nephew presented as an omega, Aemond had been plagued with visions of his sweet-faced tormenter round with child — his small chest heavy with milk and his body soft and inviting. It was to shameful thoughts of Lucerys that Aemond stripped his cock and knot raw when he first presented as an alpha.
To see his dreams become a reality was indescribable.
Aemond pauses their passionate kissing, instead inching himself down to bring his face to where his hands were. He presses his lips against the flimsy blue material of Lucerys’ nightgown, gently yet firmly kissing the taut expanse of skin below his belly button.
Lucerys cards his fingers through Aemond’s hair, blunt fingernails scratching his scalp in a soothing manner. “I’m having your child, Qybōr .”
Aemond looks up at him. Lucerys, despite his tear streaked face and quivering lips, had eyes full of pure, unadulterated love. If it was for him or their unborn child, Aemond did not know.
The alpha nuzzles against the omega’s stomach and inhales. Down here, Lucerys scent was more pronounced. It was thick and syrupy and Aemond wanted to drink it in like a parched man crossing the Dothraki Sea.
“You are wet, taobus .” Aemond growls from deep in his chest. He reaches down and pushes up Lucerys’ gown until his smallclothes and lower stomach are exposed. The pale fabric of his mate’s smallclothes were made dark by the extent of his arousal and Aemond’s mouth watered at the sight of Lucerys’ slick thighs.
His nephew whines above him, “Touch me, alpha. Please.”
Aemond hooks a finger around the thin fabric and pulls up, watching the way the undergarments bunch and squelch between his nephew’s leaking folds. Lucerys whines even louder, his knees falling separately to the side to present his eager cunt to his alpha. Aemond doesn’t make the boy suffer for long, leaning down with equal eagerness and pressing a rough kiss to his mate’s clothed pussy.
Lucerys’ head tips back against the pile of clothes they lay atop of and he wails .
Hands holding his nephew’s thighs apart, Aemond drags his tongue along the fabric covered slit, the tip of it prodding inside Lucerys’ spasming hole. Slick arousal coats Aemond’s mouth and jaw as he ravishes his mate’s cunt. Lucerys continues to make small noises of pleasure but frustration begins to show itself the longer Aemond sucks at his cunny from behind his small clothes.
Taking pity, Aemond pulls off the offending fabric and throws it in the nest, uncaring for the fact that he may be sullying Jacaerys’ shirts with his omega brother’s arousal.
Peeling the petals of Lucerys’ cunt apart, Aemond smirks at the sight of his omega’s hole clenching desperately around nothing, slick dripping out with every wink. Leaning back in, Aemond drags his tongue from bottom to top, licking a fat strip and wrapping his lips around Lucerys’ engorged clit. All it takes is one harsh suck for his nephew’s whines to turn into wails and the omega’s thighs shakes around Aemond’s head as his cunny squirts slick and clear fluid all over the alpha’s face.
Lucerys’ thighs go limp but Aemond does not stop, tongue flicking against his clit while two fingers sink into the boy’s awaiting hole. Lucerys clenches around them, mewling weakly at the dual sensations. With one final kiss to his nephew’s abused clit, Aemond leans back onto his knees and focuses on increasing the pace of his hand. Each thrust of his fingers has the heel of his palm smacking Lucerys’ clit and the squelching sounds that fill the bedchamber are utterly sinful in Aemond’s ears.
Lucerys looked equally debauched from beneath him, his mate propped up on his elbows, the collar to his nightgown slipping down one shoulder as he watched Aemond fuck him on his fingers with a dazed look.
Aemond watches his mate’s climax wash over him — Lucerys’ eyes squeezing shut and his mouth hanging open in a silent groan as his walls clench and spasm around Aemond’s fingers.
Pulling his fingers out, Aemond brings the digits past his lips and sucks, greedily licking up every drop of his mate’s viscous slick. Lucerys was watching him shamelessly as he did so, his pale face and body blotchy with red.
His eyes drop from Aemond’s mouth to his groin where the man’s cock tents his trousers, throbbing and terribly neglected.
“Such a greedy little thing.” Aemond mutters, large hands encircling Lucerys’ wrists as the boy attempts to unfasten his belt. Both growing impatient, Aemond does the rest of the work for his mate and throws the belt to the side, making quick work of stripping and pulling his cock free.
Eager, Lucerys takes it in his hand and Aemond groans at the sight. His cock looked offending large in his mate’s delicate hand, the shaft hard and throbbing as Lucerys jerked it up and down. His nephew’s mouth falls open in a pant and the boy stares up at him, inviting. Aemond does not hesitate to accept, shuffling up Lucerys’ body until his knees straddle the omega’s chest and he is close enough that Lucerys can lean up onto his elbows and take the head of his cock into his mouth.
Aemond’s head tips back and he lets out a loud, pleased moan. Lucerys sucks on the head of his cock, plush lips wrapped around it before he grabs Aemond’s hips and begins bobbing up and down. His mate’s mouth was hot and velvety and Aemond did not think he’d ever get sick of it. Lucerys continued to lick his cock, his tongue dragging along the angry vein that wrapped around the underside. Threading a hand through Lucerys’ soft soot colored curls, Aemond rocks his hips forward and he feels Lucerys’ throat relax around him. The boy makes a chocking noise but he does not stop Aemond as the alpha speeds up, roughing fucking his throat. Each thrust has Aemond panting like a hound and the sight of his nephew, face wet with drool and tears, does nothing to deter him.
A familiar tightening in his groin is what makes Aemond halt his movements. As much as he would love to empty himself in Lucerys’ mouth and see his pretty face sullied with seed, Aemond feared he would die if he was not inside his mate as soon as possible.
Lucerys coughs and makes a wounded noise when Aemond pulls out of his mouth, a string of saliva from his tongue and the hair surrounding the shaft of Aemond’s cock keeping them joined. But his disappointment quickly turns to pleasure when he sees Aemond situate himself between his thighs and begins sliding his slick cock between his swollen lips.
One hand around his mate’s waist and another gripping the root of his shaft, Aemond guides the blunt head of his cock towards his omega’s awaiting hole. He pushes against it slowly — not enough to breach Lucerys but enough to have the boy’s legs shaking with anticipation.
“Please,” Lucerys sobs, hands twisting into the red fabric of a featherbed sheet behind his head. “Please, alpha. Please, I’ve been good.”
“Be calm, byka mēre .” Aemond strokes his side. “You’ve been so good, taobus . Such a good omega.” Lucerys sniffles but nods, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Finally, the head of Aemond’s cock forces its way inside and Aemond lets out a strangled breath. A choked sob bubbles up from his mate but Aemond continues, slowly but surely sheathing the omega on his cock. When he finally sinks into the hilt, Aemond leans back onto his heels and glances down to where they are joined. His nephew’s cunt was stretched thin around him, his swollen folds fluttering as Lucerys adjusted to his size.
He keeps his eye there as he begins to thrust, the shaft of his cock glistening with his omega’s slick as it slides in and out.
“I am going to speed up.” Aemond’s eye flicks up at Lucerys, who had his own eyes shut. “Tell me immediately if you fear I am hurting you or the child.”
Lucerys nods, baring his teeth like a shadowcat. “Gods preserve us, just fuck me, Aemond! ” His mate yells.
Aemond does not need to be told twice.
Gripping his mate by the waist, Aemond pulls out until just the head remains inside before fully sheathing the omega on his cock in one fell swoop. Lucerys’ back arches and he screams, his entire body jerking as another climax washes over him but Aemond refuses to let up. What remains of Aemond’s sanity breaks away in fragments with each thrust, the wet heat of his nephew’s pussy driving him closer and closer to madness. Every time Aemond’s cock stretched Lucerys open, the omega’s stomach would bulge slightly and the alpha inside Aemond groaned with delight. Soon Aemond would not have to settle for imagining his mate’s belly round with child. The thought of Lucerys, who was always so kind and attentive to his younger brothers, showing that same tenderness to their own babe was driving Aemond mad. It made him want to fill the boy over and over and keep him locked away and safe from anything that may cause him harm.
A hand grabbing at the front of his tunic breaks Aemond from his pheromone induced delusions. Lucerys, eyes blown with desire, tugged weakly at his shirt in a feeble attempt to get the traitorous garment off. Aemond complies easily, tearing it off without a care and pulling Lucerys’ ruined, fluid soaked nightgown off. The moment they are both laid bare, Lucerys grabs Aemond by the nape and pulls him down, smashing their lips together as Aemond continues to pound into him.
Their kiss should not even be called such. It was nothing more than their mouths battling for dominance, panting and biting one another. Lucerys wraps his legs around Aemond hips and digs his heels into the mound of Aemond’s ass, forcing the alpha to fuck him in deep and quick strokes.
Aemond and Lucerys made love often. They fucked even more than that. But what they were doing now, with the sweat slick skin rubbing against each other as they growled and bit and scratched, was nothing short of mating in its purest form. It was a unique, indescribable feeling. Aemond felt like it was their wedding night once more; like they were consummating their marriage and Aemond was knotting his omega for the very first time as witnesses watched on from the other side of sheer privacy curtains.
Lucerys was shameless in how loud he was being, high pitched mewls and cries pouring from his lips each time Aemond slammed into his deepest reaches. Aemond wasn’t faring much better, the only things coming out of him being near animalistic grunts as his omega’s tight walls coaxed him closer to his climax.
Aemond shoves his face into the crevice of Lucerys’ neck, mouth instinctively finding the mating mark situated there and lapping at it.
“Be a good omega,” Aemond pants against his mate’s skin. His hips have settled for grinding in small circles and Lucerys’ nails were digging long, deep scratches along the expanse of his back. “Be a good omega and take everything alpha gives you.”
Lucerys nods rapidly, walls tightening around him. “ Pleasepleasepleaseplease .”
Groin and balls tightening, Aemond lets out a pained groan and his cock spasms inside his nephew, seed spurting out and flooding the boy’s womb. Lucerys shakes underneath him, his hips canting and twitching while his pussy milks Aemond for everything he’s worth. Aemond fucks his way through his orgasm, thrusting inside his omega until seed and slick drip out around his cock.
Despite that, the fog in Aemond’s mind had yet to clear.
He pulls out and Lucerys, who still trembled like a newborn deer, opened his hazy eyes to look at him with confusion.
“Where’s knot?” The boy slurred, sadness coloring his voice.
His answer comes when Aemond suddenly flips the omega on his stomach, pulling him up to his knees using a fist in his hair and slams back inside his dripping cunny. Lucerys screams, head yanked back for leverage as Aemond fucks him harder and deeper than before. From this position, it felt like Aemond could reach the omega’s womb.
Amongst the pile of odd knick knacks that made up Lucerys’ nest was a hand mirror that Aemond recognized as being from his mate’s vanity. With how it was positioned, Aemond could see his nephew’s reflection clearly as he fucked him. Snot, tears, and drool sullied his pretty face but the look of sheer bliss in Lucerys’ eyes told Aemond that, if possible, the omega was enjoying himself even more than he.
One hand in Lucerys’ hair and another between the boy's thighs, Aemond rubbed at where his cock speared his mate over and over. He grabbed Lucerys’ knee and hiked his leg up, exposing the boy’s bright red and brutalized pussy to the mirror to be admired. He could see Lucerys’ dazed eyes travel to his reflection and fixate on the sight of his alpha breeding him.
“ Sīr gevie .” Aemond pants, pumping his cock in and out. He removes hand from Lucerys’ hair and smacks the boy’s clit instead, laughing cruelly when the omega gasps. “Your cunny is taking Alpha so well. Do you deserve Alpha’s knot, hm? You’re so tight — I would hate to hurt you.”
Lucerys nods enthusiastically, rocking back to meet his thrusts. Though Aemond was rather charmed by how mouthy and irritating his mate usually was, there was something intoxicating about seeing him mindless and drunk on cock.
“Knot me.” Lucerys sobs, clenching painfully around Aemond. “Please knot my cunny, Uncle.”
The sound of such degrading words passing his nephew’s plush lips is enough to snap the last tether that kept Aemond attached to his sanity. Leaning forward, Aemond covers Lucerys’ back with his chest and fucks in until his knot swells too large to keep going.
Running his tongue along the mating mark on the side of Lucerys’ neck, Aemond gives one final thrust, forcing his knot into his mate, and bites down.
Lucerys does not make a noise as Aemond pumps him full of seed and ruts into him like a dog. The omega just shakes, tears of overstimulation covering his face.
It takes a moment for Aemond’s spirit to return to him. Carefully, he rolls them onto their side and laps at the reopened mating mark, the alpha in Aemond attempting to soothe his omega the only way he knew how.
“Good omega.” He whispers in a rough voice, peppering kisses along the expanse of Lucerys’ neck and face. “My perfect omega.”
It takes some time for Aemond’s knot to go down. They lay curled against each other as they wait, the safety of Lucerys’ nest helping to calm the omega. Finally, Aemond is able to slip his cock out from inside Lucerys and the boy shudders when seed and slick pour out of his loose hole.
Aemond rolls onto his back and carefully brings Lucerys with him, letting the omega curl up beside him with his head on his chest.
“Did I hurt you?” Aemond asks, arm around Lucerys’ waist and gently stroking his belly.
His mate shakes his head. “No,” He responds sleepily. “Felt good. Like when Alpha takes care of me.” Lucerys nuzzles against him. “Makes me feel safe.”
Aemond hums, pressing a kiss to Lucerys sweaty hair. “Of course, issa jorrāelagon . I’ll keep both of you safe.”
Lucerys pulls away and tilts his chin up to stare at Aemond. The dazed look in his eyes was gone and in its place was something new. “I’m scared, Aemond. What if our child does not like me?”
That makes him laugh. “Impossible.” Aemond grabs a random blanket from the nest they lie on and wraps it around Lucerys’ naked body. The omega burrows himself in the fur and yawns, pressing his cheek against Aemond’s sweaty chest.
“Will you love them?” Lucerys asks softly, sleep on the edges of his mind. “Our child?”
Aemond dwells on the question for a moment as he looks down at his nephew. Lucerys’ dark hair was in complete disarray and his pale, mole dotted skin was flushed a lovely shade of red. He looked soft and comforting — a living embodiment of how it felt to crawl into bed after a long day and into the arms of another.
If their child looked anything like his mate, Aemond supposed it would not be difficult at all to love them as well.
“Always.” He answers.