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It’s well past sundown and the castle is mostly silent with slumber, but for a certain one-eyed prince, that sleep eludes him. He’s far too keyed up for sleep, even considers taking Vhagar for a ride, but as soon as the idea forms a distraction presents itself.
There is a knock on his door, quiet enough he could have missed it. Aemond is expecting it to be his mother sent to deliver a further scolding after the dinner debacle. But he’s shocked to see Prince Lucerys standing with his head held high, still clothed in his black and red attire. There’s a small cut above his left eyebrow where Aegon had slammed his face into the table, only slightly swollen. Aemond smirks at the sight of it.
“What do you want, nephew?”
"I would like to speak with you, uncle." His brown eyes take in the fact that Aemond is only in thin pants longer than necessary before he looks back up. He stares at the sapphire staring back at him, the color known to shift under the low candlelight. He doesn’t look afraid, instead his brown eyes are full of wonder.
“And what would you like to discuss at this hour, my little Lord Strong?” His voice is mocking, staring the boy down like he is something easy to crush. It unnerves the boy, or so he would think, watching him squirm like that in his doorway.
The boy's jaw clenches but he doesn’t take the bait. His brother would have. He glances over Aemond’s bare shoulder. “Preferably not in the hall.”
He was coming to him to talk like a man. Fine. Aemond opened the door further but did not move, forcing the Strong boy to creep under his arm. Aemond eyed the knight down the hall before closing the door with an echoing thud. Aemond stood in front of it. "There is only one thing I demand of you, bastard."
There was a simmering look in Lucerys brown eyes. "And I've come here to deliver, uncle."
"Good. Give me your eye, then. That should be sufficient."
"I'm not giving you my eye."
"Then why are you here?"
"I want to end this, uncle. You cannot hold this grudge over me forever when it was you who held a stone to my brother's head."
"So lucky for him that you were there." Lucerys is angry and Aemond doesn't think it's nearly enough. Not after the pain he’s caused him. "Why are you here? Unless you want me to take my anger out on you, you should have stayed with your mother."
"Will that be what it takes? Do you just want to hurt me?" Aemond wonders for far too long because Lucerys gets the idea to step closer. "Is there another way I can repay you, uncle?"
He smells his nephew then, the cloying warm scent of honey and spice, and his eye widens. His disgust is visible in the curl of his lips. "You intend to throw yourself at me like a common whore? As if your cunt means more than an eye?"
Lucerys flushes. "Then what will it take? I won't give you my eye, but you can have my body once if that's what you need. Do you want me to be your slave? Do I need to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?"
He scoffs at the dramatic imagery. "That would suit you wouldn't it? Did your mother teach you that trick?"
"Don't speak about my mother like that!"
"Or what? Hm." Aemond stalks towards him, forcing the boy back into the end table as he backs away from him. But no matter how he moved, Aemond made sure he was trapped. "Who told you to come here tonight?"
"No one! I did this because I wanted to."
Aemond catches him as he tries to dart around him, snagging him around the waist and yanking him forward. Lucerys struggles against him and Aemond smirks down at him. "What did you think was going to happen coming here like this?" He leans down and runs his lips against the shell of his ear. "What did you want to happen?"
Lucerys shudders against him, gasping against his shoulder, he's so warm Aemond’s starting to sweat even just in loose pants. His scent is all over the room, whiffs of sea salt and soft dew tinged with the sharpness of iron. Fear. The boy keeps fighting him even as he says, "I wanted your forgiveness, uncle."
"Foolish bastard."
He bites Lucerys cheek, not enough to claim or make him bleed but enough to hurt. Hard enough to leave a red mark. He moves down to his neck, nipping the warm skin and inhaling his heavy, intoxicating scent. Lucerys was afraid but not enough to make a big scene about it, his arousal rolling in waves underneath as his small hands cling to Aemond’s arms, no longer pushing him away.
"You're enjoying this," Aemond sneers against him. "That's a shame."
He drags his nephew to his bed by his neck, the boy's feet barely keeping up. He tosses him onto the mattress, the duvet already pushed aside from earlier. Lucerys large brown eyes stare up at him in fear as he stands at the foot of it. His legs start to curl up but Aemond takes both of his ankles and pulls him down, keeping his legs spread.
"You want to be forgiven, nephew. It seems you only know how to pay on your back." He's unlacing Lucerys boots as he speaks, tossing them to the floor before his hands are working on the belt around his waist. Lucerys small hands try to stop him but he smacks them away, noting it wasn’t much of a fight to begin with.
"Don't act like I can't smell your cunt from here. You're already getting wet from this." He punctuates his words by grinding the heel of his palm between Lucerys legs, who arches into it. Aemond removes the pressure much to the whore’s distress.
Lucerys bites his bottom lip and is staring at him with these big accusatory eyes like Aemond is the one who came into his room demanding sex for compensation. He wants to smack that look off of him, so he does, the boy's head jerking to the side with a satisfying crack. He hears Lucerys shaky breaths through his parted lips, his dark eyes getting watery.
Aemond has him naked soon enough, all of his articles of clothing scattered around the bed or the floor. The boy is flushed, his perky little nipples getting hard from being exposed to the cool air and his small cock stiffening up. He tries to hide himself in vain. But Aemond keeps his legs spread as his thighs shake. He only releases him to strip out of his small clothes before climbing onto the bed between his legs.
He expects more fear from Lucerys but he can still smell the heady honey coming off of his skin, collecting like nectar along his neck and between his thighs. The affect on him is stronger than he imagined, Lucerys scent soothing his earlier irritation from the sight of him. It was an omegas way to calm an alpha and his cock was responding to the boy's scent by leaking a few pearly drops.
But his hands are rough, nails raking along Lucerys skin until aggravated welts are left, drawing pained gasps and moans out of his open throat. He tugs on Lucerys pink nipples until they become red. He bites Lucerys soft, warm skin until the boy is covered in his teeth marks. He wouldn't claim him, but he would test the boundary as Lucerys writhes and pushes up into him. He brings his hand between Lucerys legs, fingers teasing under his dripping cock to his wet little quim. He dips his fingers against his lips, feeling the wetness there for himself. The amount of slick made Aemond wonder if the boy was going into heat or if he was just normally this sensitive.
"My strong nephew, giving yourself to your uncle so easily. Who else has fucked you, I wonder?" He slid two fingers in, finding it tight but slick enough he pushed in to the knuckle.
Lucerys back jerks off the bed as he cries out, clenching around his stroking fingers. His breathing stuttered, his hands uselessly pawing at Aemond’s forearms. "N-no one."
"Hm, you take my fingers easily, taoba, I'm hesitant to believe you." He curls his fingers and watches as Lucerys squirms into him, cunt squeezing, desperately wanting something more. His needy moan ends in a gasp as Aemond plunges them in deep. "You're a whore just like your mother."
"You're still touching me though." Even as breathless as he was, his voice is snarky, his dark eyes never leaving Aemond as the man uses him how he likes. “You could stop.”
"And let you get away without paying your debt yet again? No, I’m going to touch you however I like and I'm going to until I've had my fill of you. You wanted to come in here with your little cunt all wet and ready like a whore then I'm going to treat you like one."
"Uncle-"
Aemond removes his fingers and slaps his cunt, the boy yelping. "Whores don't speak unless spoken to. I don't want to hear your mouth, Strong."
Lucerys whimpers, his head falling back to expose his throat. The clear submission sets a sharp need in Aemond and his fingers are once again pushing inside Lucerys, this time three stretching him. Lucerys lips part with a moan which he tries to bite back. He's fisting Aemond’s sheets, making these choked off little groans like he’s in pain while his cunt is getting soaked from just his fingers. He rocks his hips into Aemond’s fingers and he’s watching Aemond under heavy eyelids, his long eyelashes fanning his flushed cheeks.
Aemond’s hand is coated in Lucerys slick when he removes his fingers. He ignores the urge to lick it off his fingers and instead he strokes his cock with it, paying no attention to Lucerys' whines as the boy leans up on his elbows in favor of relieving his own tension. His nephew looks like he deserves to be at the end of a cock at all times, his slick smeared thighs splayed wide.
"Uncle-"
Aemond’s free hand slaps his cheek before taking his jaw, this time the boy moans weakly into his grip. "What did I say, bastard?"
Lucerys brown eyes meet his lone eye with tears pooling at the corners and his voice is muffled by his hand. "I'm not a whore, uncle."
Aemond pushes him back down to the bed, hands going to his slender hips and yanking his body down closer to him. "I'll be the judge of that, nephew."
Lucerys’ hands go to his shoulders but Aemond pushes him back and presses his wrists down above his head, using his body to hold his nephew down. His cock is heavy as it rests against Lucerys, the boy grinding up and whimpering. With his free hand he rubs the blunt tip of his cock against Lucerys' slit before pressing in. Even dripping with slick the push in was tight, Aemond barely getting the head in before groaning. Lucerys cries out loudly under him, trying to scramble away from him but one hand kept his hands firmly against the bed while the other held his hip, his cock spearing him into the mattress as he pushed in deeper.
"Uncle! Aem-!" Lucerys chokes on a hoarse moan, head thrashing back and forth while he exposes his throat. His scent becomes more pronounced, filling the room with honeyed heat.
Aemond slides back out and looks down, seeing his cock smeared in red. "I wasn't expecting to see any blood, whore. I would have thought with all those strong alphas around you, you would have been fucked on their knots before you even presented." He thrusts back in, this time stuffing most of his length in before Lucerys starts whimpering and shoving at him.
"I never-!"
"Never had a cock in you, nephew. How does it feel?" He was rocking steadily, the boy's cunt beginning to get accustomed to his girth the slicker he became. He let his hands go in favor of holding his thighs apart, trying to reach the deepest parts of him.
"I-its too much!" Lucerys cries out like his own hips are not lifting to meet the thrusts into him, like his own hands are not wrapping around Aemond’s shoulders to keep him there.
"You came in here looking to get fucked and that's exactly what you're getting, Lucerys. Now take it like the strong boy I know you are." He held the boy down as he made true on his words, fucking him with the entirety of his cock. He could see how deep he was hitting from the protruding of Lucerys stomach but he didn’t lessen his strokes. His head falls back as he enjoys the tight clenching around him. “You would make a fortune in a pleasure house, nephew,” he tells him and he rubs his hand over the boy’s stomach as his cock pushes into him.
Lucerys curls around the intense pleasure, his nails searing down his arm as he grips his wrist. Tears are rolling down his face as he sobs what might be Aemond’s name. It takes a few more deep thrusts into him before Lucerys' back is arching and his cunt is squeezing around him repeatedly, his moan cutting off into a silent chorus. Aemond fucks him through it, enjoying the loud sloppy sounds of his cock fucking slick out of the boy with each thrust. Once Lucerys stops convulsing on him, he pulls out. Even after coming, his nephew whines at the empty feeling, his legs staying open to reveal his gaping hole.
And he tells Aemond he isn’t a whore. Aemond flips him over like he weighs nothing, lifting his hips back and up. He presses into his heat again, groaning as the boy clenches around him. He ruts into him, Lucerys gripping the mattress with white knuckles for leverage at the harsh pace he sets. He was a mess, drooling and moaning incoherently as slick coated his thighs.
"Whatever lies you say - you look like a whore, nephew. You take cock like a whore. You sound like a whore." Aemond holds his head down while he pounds him into the mattress.
"Aemond!" Lucerys sobs, shaking under him as he comes again. This time they both can feel the thickening at the base of his cock. He becomes needy, a low purr in his voice. "Knot me, uncle."
The little whore is trying to command him. If they were mated it might have worked. Aemond grunts and fucks him harder, but it’s getting harder and harder to remove his growing knot from the tight hold Lucerys has on him.
"Knot me, please, alpha!"
"You don't get to choose me, taoba."
"Please, please, haah, I'm so full." He tries to twist his upper half to look up at Aemond, his cheeks rosy and smeared with drool, eyes glossy and unfocused. "I want it."
There is no way to pull out of Lucerys, locked together now, and with a growl Aemond holds his body down as he comes into him. Lucerys twitches around him as he's being pumped with hot cum, eyes rolling back with a low moan. “Yesyesyes, Aemond,” he trails off with more little moans and whines, feeling his womb getting nice and full.
They would be stuck like this for a while. Aemond adjusts Lucerys into a more comfortable position on their sides, curled around the boy's back. He is not fond of this part. The content warm scent of a happy omega filling his senses and he finds himself nosing Lucerys neck, over his scent gland. He can feel his nephews trembles each time his teeth nick his skin but he doesn’t sink his teeth in, just lets his lips run along his skin.
"Marry me." Lucerys says suddenly in the silence that follows their coupling.
He was not expecting that and freezes, narrowing his eye but not looking at Lucerys. "You'll take moon tea, I won't put a litter in you."
"N-no that's not what I meant." His voice is a bit slurred but he continues on. "Marry me…for Driftmark."
This time he does look at his nephew, fighting through that sweet haze the boy set upon him. "What are you talking about?"
Lucerys is angling his face towards the bed and his flush never fades from his cheeks. "You would do well there. You could command with me. Our children - your children would inherit Driftmark. You wouldn’t have to love me, just give me a babe or two. I wouldn't ask anything more of you." When he was met with silence, he asked, "Unless there is a more favorable option for you?"
He quite favored the tight heat wrapped around his knot but he wasn’t going to tell Lucerys that. “You got my cock one time and now you want to marry me. You really are your mothers child.”
Lucerys is once again outraged, face turning red from indignation, “forget I said anything, uncle! But my debt to you is paid so after this you are not allowed to harass me.”
Aemond held the struggling boy against his chest, smirking at his weak attempts to get away from him. It was far too late for that. “I don’t think so, nephew. I seem to remember your proposal to me very well. I must say, it is a tempting offer.”
Lucerys shoves at his hip as if that would help the way he’s literally stuck on Aemond. “I’ve taken the offer back, uncle.”
“Hm, and if I accept your offer?” He asks against Lucerys neck, smirking as he feels him settle down, listening to his instincts to obey the alpha. His teeth scrape against Lucerys skin, causing the boy to whine and offer his neck. “Agree to be your consort?”
“And my alpha,” he says breathily. “You have to claim me.”
Aemond can feel Lucerys’ cunt throbbing at the thought. He rocks into his heat now that his knot has gone down enough. The slide is easy, messy, and they both get into it before Aemond starts kissing his neck. He feels the draw to Lucerys grow, tonguing his scent gland and testing his teeth against him. His nephew's encouragement to claim him comes out in needy mewls, the hand that had been pushing him away now digging into his hip to hold him. Aemond gives in and bites down hard, teeth breaking skin and sealing them together. Blood coats his tongue and he licks at the wound until it stops, knowing it will forever remain for all to see.
“There, now I’ve marked you as mine.” Freshly bonded, they rocked together at an unhurried pace, Aemond’s hands caressing rather than bruising. He blames it on the sudden rush of protective care he feels for the boy, as much as he tries to push it down.
“Finally,” Lucerys smiles, his hooded eyes still wet from the pain of the bite. “I marked you as mine a long time ago.” He sounds so accomplished with that and with a growl he rolls Lucerys onto his stomach, thrusting into him at a better angle, which the boy appreciates in kind. “Now you’re mine,” he declares dreamily into the mattress. “Should’ve been mine a long time ago.”
Aemond doesn’t bother to respond, bringing them both to the edge until he’s filling Lucerys once more as his nephew shakes under him. His bed is soaked at his point but they both sink into it, unable to part even after he pulls out of him. Lucerys is scenting him as they catch their breaths.
Aemond is frowning as he pulls back to look at him. Now he can feel the certainty in his chest. “You planned this.”
Lucerys draws him back, his teeth nipping at his jaw. “I told you I wanted your forgiveness, uncle. I planned to get it one way or another.”
No doubt he got that base level of cunning from his mother. “You won’t be leaving my bed tonight,” he warns him but the boy doesn’t fight him. “And tomorrow we’ll announce our engagement.” Lucerys nods with a smile. “And you will take your moon tea.”
“Of course, I will.”
Aemond eyes him suspiciously. He settles down and allows Lucerys to lay against his chest. He scents the top of his head and feels the boy relax into him. “You’re mine now, taoba. I won’t share you with anyone.”
The boy nods against his chest. “Does that mean my debt is paid?”
He hums in assent and pulls the covers over them both. For now, they would sleep and in the morning they would have to face the wrath of their family.
But they would do it together, as a mated pair.