~\\OMEGA MAEGOR TARGARYEN//~
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Summary : Omega Maegor, who is unaware of his Omega status,meets Alpha Reader, and as he sees them again and again during his hunt, he can't take the feeling of it anymore. He plans to put an end to whatever he'sfeeling, but things get heated in an unexpected way.
idk, man. This blog has turned into me spewing - all male Targaryens are Omegas - propaganda . And you know what… it's true! They are! What am I supposed to think when I see a big buff man who doesn't have a proper grip on his emotions and needs someone with whom he can open up without being judged for it!
Gender: male reader - gender neutral - male genitalia / MINORS DNI
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Maegor is a special case. Yes, he's an Omega, as we all know, but would he know? I mean, people have expectations, and he fits the Alpha archetype very well, so can you blame him? He's big, he's strong, yes, he's a little short-tempered and very scary… but effective, and he's nothing like those stupid airheaded Omegas who swoon over any sign of affection …That's what his wives are good at, and he really loves them all very much for it. What would be even better, though, would be if one of his wives could finally give him an heir, and yet no luck. All his Omegas are infertile ; how unlucky can a man be ? He'd love to have a pup of his own ; he'd be a great father ! Is what he thinks, at least.
So guess his reaction when he meets a young Alpha that does not fit into that cast that he and everyone else seems to follow. Well , he goes through all stages of grief, but what he feels most is anger. He just can't understand how this puny little Alpha, from a house that no one gives a damn about the name of, is so comfortable around him. It boggles his mind just as much as the warmth he feels when close to them. So he does the only sane thing he can think of.
While on a two- week-long hunt, he summons you during the night to meet him in his tent. You, of course , were surging with excitement, spewing so many happy pheromones that the whole party knew ; there were indeed many tents raised that night. Maegor was melting ; he couldn't believe the effect you were having on him, and you weren't even in his tent yet! And speaking of the devil , it doesn't take long before you're almost prancing into his personal space, all giddy and wide-eyed… fuck! He can't do it ; how is he supposed to challenge you in combat when you're acting like that ? And he indeed does not. He panics for a moment , trying to come up with an excuse-what? He's a Targaryen , for fuck's sake. Targaryens don't need nor make excuses!
" Why the fuck are you here ? " Well … that didn't go as planned , he thinks. He can't focus his eyes on you for too long , or the warmth inside him will spread . But he has to ; he must assert his dominance over the unruly Alpha in front of him. And it does not help when you answer him with, "…because you're my prince? Because my steel and soul are at your disposal? Or , um … because you asked for me to be here?" Truly, you must have no shame! He thinks as heat rises to his ears. " You are either lacking wit or suicidal, and I have no need for either. You are dismissed."
And that's where it all starts . He can't explain why he started doing it, but he starts testing you in small ways throughout the entire week. Like , telling you to polish his armor or ordering you to cook whatever was the hunt of the day, or that one day he asked you to hunt, kill , and skin a wild boar for him while he was watching everything you did from over your shoulder . Yes , it was grueling work, which left you tired and breathless . But at the same time, it left him humping his pillow all night so he could ride out the high he got just by watching how you skinned that damn boar. Once again, everyone was aware of what was going on in that tent - not only because of the mating pheromones he was producing but also because of the loud moans and grunts that came out of said very big tent.
Needless to say, he had enough of the tests . Also needless to say, you didn't get to rest from your hard day's work since your prince decided to storm into your tent, which was way too low and small for him, and ordered you to wake up and undress. No worries ; you didn't have to undress, and neither did you have the time to, since your prince decided to take things into his own hands and ripped off anything that was hiding your body from him. And yes, your only job was to stay still and praise him as he rode every inch of your girth to his release. Obviously, it was hard to resist, and he did accept teasing and other distractions like kisses and your wandering hands . But if we are being honest, he was way too focused on the bottled-up heat in his stomach that was finally being released by this lowborn rather than anything else.
It takes multiple hours for him to reach his final orgasm, so many hours that the sun was already rising. What did you expect ? Such long refusal of who one is leads to such a thing . But it has an end; it ends with him laying on top of you and falling asleep with his head on your chest , listening to your steady heartbeat as your release slowly trickles out of him and onto your thigh before landing on the sheets beneath your back. His body weight is crushing you, but you can't possibly bring yourself to move him off of you - not while he's the calmest he's been for a while now. So you are left there, forced by yourself to endure the pain in your pelvis as well as suffocating under this giant of a man. Little to say, there was no hunt that day or the next. You both needed the time to recover from the sleepless night ; plus, he needed the time to recover from the limp he gave himself.
you wake up nearly 12 hours later, with pains worse than the ones you remembered when you fell asleep . But you could bear it, especially since you were still feeling a pain that you thought would be gone by now. Maegor was still lying on top of you, and while you loved this, you also had to wonder how it was possible that your chest hadn't caved in already. But he was there, watching you while you slept and while you slowly gained consciousness, smiling down at him. While it could be better described as him glaring down at you while you stupidly grinned back at him, the world would only know what the masters would later put on paper.
" You are awake…" he states to fill the silence , not because it was an uncomfortable one, but more because he just wanted to talk to you. " You're still here." you add, daring to reach down and cup his face , which he accepts, pushing his face into your palms and breathing them in. The same reaction he hates so much every time you were close to him bubbling up again, he still doesn't know what to name it… trust, maybe dependence. He does not know, and at the moment he does not care, even though he knows he should, and soon he must. " What does this mean ? " he whispers in your palms, but this time he does not know whom he's actually trying to speak with. He tries to move away from you, consequently being reminded of why he's lying on top of you in the first place , slowly moving back onto your chest as his ass kills him. " It's already past midday ; you don't have to rise so soon. There is no one who will be bothering us either," you say, pushing some of the damp hair off his forehead. " I believe we have enough time to contemplate what this is, or could be. That is, if you still wish to keep me company." You offer, grinning down at him once again , earning you a stern glare from the mountain of a man. " You think you're being funny?" he tries to say in a stern voice but retreats , turning the menacing glare down and falling back into the warmth of your skin. " Yes , I do wish for your company. And you should feel very honored that I do , " he says jokingly, you believe ? " I do."
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Second fic completed ! Y'all, I swear I'm so proud of myself for coming out of my writer's block. I swear I'll try to post a story at least once a week ; I just suck at concentrating ! If y'all liked this, please give me ideas of what to do next and what other propaganda I should spread.
