|The Storm Bend| A!Lyonel Baratheon x O!Duncan the Tall
Tags: Omegaverse, 18+ scenes, implied mpreg, cunnilingus, piv sex, omega duncan the tall, alpha lyonel baratheon, lyonel the dancing consent king, wet great dane puppy duncan, fingering, squirting, omegas have pussies
If you looked at Duncan, you’d probably assume he was an alpha, and he wouldn’t blame you. Over 6 feet, built like a castle wall, and physically gave off alpha vibes, yet some would say he was soft for an alpha.
Duncan just accepted it, since in the streets of Flea Bottom, being an alpha got you higher chances of survival. And, you could become a knight. Ser Arlan came along, odd and with methods…unconventional, but he took Duncan under his wing to mentor him.
Ser Arlan was an alpha, and always scolded and punished Duncan whenever he caught him being too soft on stray pups in places they’d stay at. “Packs aren’t meant for you.” Ser Arlan would drunkenly say. Duncan brushed it off as training, but really, Ser Arlan knew he would not present as an alpha, and right he was, as Duncan presented as an omega.
After his presentation heat, Ser Arlan explained the privileges the other two secondary genders had that omegas didn’t, Duncan understood that, and expected Ser Arlan to dump him at a brothel house, or worse. But, surprisingly, Ser Arlan told him that he had the heart of a knight, alpha or not, and becoming an omega wouldn’t make Ser Arlan any kinder on him.
Duncan had to take tonics, in which, his opinion on the flavor? Absolute shit. Yet, they prevented heats, so, you couldn’t have two good things at once.
Yet stupid, stupid Duncan, decided to drink too much at a feast held by Lyonel Baratheon, an alpha that had such a warm, enticing scent, loud, and frivalous too. He’d drank a tonic beforehand, but the different wines and ale did not mix well, aswell as dancing like birds with Lyonel and what do you know?
Duncan wondered why he smelled something so oddly familiar and sweet. Then wondered why he was sweating so hard, not realizing he was thinking so hard that Lyonel was trying to get his attention back.
“Are you alright, Ser Duncan?” Lyonel laughed,
“Too much ale and wine to drink, I presume-“ He then was hit with such a bewitching scent, and had to take a hitched breath to calm himself, he swore his knot would make a hole in his breeches. He knew that scent well.
“Shit, Ser Duncan- Duncan, can you hear me?” Lyonel got up and held Duncan’s face, to which he only whimpered.
“By the Seven hells, sensed you weren’t an alpha, but weren’t you wise enough to take a tonic?!-“
Lyonel said in a panic, Duncan only murmured.
“I did..Hic…too much..wine..”
Duncan leaned into Lyonel’s touch.
Lyonel could feel the warmth radiating off of him.
“Fuck, okay, just gotta get him out of here.” He noted to himself internally, hoisting one of Duncan’s arm over his shoulder.
“Alright, come on, just gonna take you somewhere private.” Lyonel prayed he could control himself long enough.
Duncan nodded in a heat-drunk haze, and limped out of there with Lyonel helping him. Lyonel brought Duncan to his pavilion, helping him sit on the bed.
“Yes, fuck, shit, have you had a heat before? Do you know what to do?”
Lyonel asked, and almost combusted when Duncan shook his head.
“Okay, Duncan, listen to me,” he got down on one knee before Duncan.
“You can spend your heat here, I have some..toys you could use, tonics won’t work right now, or I could call an alpha help-“
Suddenly, Duncan grabbed his shoulders. “No, want…you, take me..please.”
Lyonel gently pried Duncan’s hands off.
“Are you sure about this, Duncan? You’re blind right now-“
But Duncan shook his head firmly once more.
“I’ll have…no one else but you…milord.”
Lyonel would be lying if he said those words didn’t make him harder. He stood back up.
“We’ll take things slow.”
He said, and with no furher words, sealed their mouths with a kiss.
The kiss was ecstacy, when Duncan opened his mouth during it to gasp, Lyonel snuck his tongue in, connecting it with Duncan’s, and it was like knights at a tourney, colliding. While this, Duncan held onto the sheets as Lyonel helped him out of his tunic.
Lyonel broke the kiss to admire Duncan.
“You’d be perfect to bear pups…” he murmured to himself, then licked at Duncan’s neck, leaving small nips, going lower until he reached the nipples. His mouth latching onto one while the other was tended to by a hand.
Duncan was squirming and whining, moaning ‘milord’ or ‘Lyonel’, most of the time, gibberish. Lyonel slid his free hand to untie Duncan’s breeches.
“Last chance to say no.” He gazed at Duncan with pupil blown wide eyes, feral, yet asking for permission.
Duncan looked at him, and nodded.
Lyonel slid Duncan’s breeches off, and almost blew a knot right then and there.
The carpet matched the drapes. It was a beautiful cunt, glistening with slick and pink, unpenetrated, with soft curls untouched by alpha hands.
Lyonel ran a finger through the slick folds, and Duncan threw his head back, and squirted. Lyonel took his wet fingers back, and tasted them. Duncan blushed tomato red.
“On the bed.” Lyonel ordered, and Duncan scrambled to obey, it was kind of cute. Duncan’s head lay on the pillows as Lyonel parted his thick, tree trunk like legs.
“Like honey to a bee.” Lyonel thought, before taking a tentative taste of Duncan’s cunt, which earned a whine, and Lyonel dove right in. Tongue swirling over the nub, up and down, and teasingly in and out, but not quite inside.
Duncan was a shaking, whimpering mess, most likely crying while begging Lyonel to just “Put it in! Please milord!-“ he begged, and Lyonel obliged, skillful tongue exploring Duncan’s inner walls like a man starved.
Right when Duncan was so close- Lyonel pulled away, making Duncan give out a sharp cry, thighs shaking with a denied release.
“Shh, shh, no tears, Ser Duncan.” Lyonel hushed, taking off his own tunic and pulling down his own breeches, they were both as naked as their namedays.
Duncan choked at the length of Lyonel, he’d seen others at the bathhouse with Ser Arlan, but none would compare.
“W-Will it fit?-“ Duncan asked nervously, Lyonel used some of Duncan’s slick to lube his cock.
“You were built for this, to ride a stag.”
He leaned over Duncan, kissing a tear away.
“Take a deep breath.” He whispered, and Duncan obeyed, taking a sharp breath, as Lyonel thrusted in.
Duncan gripped the sheets, toes curling as pain and pleasure went hand in hand within him. Lyonel was kissing away his tears and shushing him.
“Fuckin’ hells, you’re perfect.”
When it seemed like Duncan was ready, Lyonel gave a testing thrust, when it gave a positive reaction, he set a steady pace to get Duncan used to it.
“F-faster-“ Duncan begged, Lyonel upped his pace, balls hitting Duncan’s cunt as their moans twirled together like a wonderful symphony. The bed creaked as Lyonel set a violent pace now. Duncan swore he’d come about three times now, and was now approaching his fourth.
He gripped the sheets and threw his head back once more as his cunt spasmed and spewed out white liquid all over the lower half of Lyonel, but he didn’t seem to mind, praising Duncan while also whispering dirty things.
“I’d like to see you round and pregnant with my pups, hm? Would you want that? With your size, you’d bear strong Baratheon pups.” Lyonel growled in Duncan’s ear, and Duncan’s inner omega preened at that.
Lyonel’s pace was erratic, he was getting close.
“In or out?” He asked Duncan quickly. When Duncan held his arms, Lyonel knew the answer.
With one final thrust, Lyonel’s knot blew, filling Duncan’s womb, spilling seed out of his cunt too. Duncan had come just a few seconds before, and was now heaving with Lyonel.
“Rest, we’ll speak in the morning.” Lyonel kissed Duncan’s forehead.
Duncan felt safe, and protected in the embrace of his alpha. And so, fell asleep.
A/N: Thank you for reading!!! This is my first ever smut, so criticism is welcome, i wanted to contribute to one of my new hyperfixations, which is lyonel x duncan, because look at that chemistry!!!
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