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“F-fuck, Duncan… ah”
Those words were music to Dunk’s ears as he inserted another finger into the gorgeous dragon prince above him, letting his tongue slowly roll around the flushed rosy bud at the pinnacle of his cunt.
Aerion Targaryen was the most beautiful omega the alpha had ever laid his eyes upon, especially with his cheeks flushed and his head thrown back against the stone wall of the storage closet. His pale neck, long and open, begging for a bite. If Duncan was a lesser man, he might have. Instead he turned his attention back to methodically thrusting his fingers in between pink slicked folds. The sweet, honeyed scent that filled the small room was maddening and Dunk wanted to drown in it.
The prince’s pants and whines were beginning to escalate, any louder and a passing servant might hear them. Quickly, Duncan replaced his circling tongue with his thumb and got up to silence the prince’s mouth with his own. Swallowing those soft whines, the prince’s slick still wet on his chin.
One of Aerion’s hands cupped the side of his face, while the other gripped the bicep of his arm. If the rerebrace weren’t there, Duncan would have felt those nails dig into his skin. The thought made his cock twitch in anticipation, but he quickly disregarded it as he focused entirely on bringing the small omega in front of him to completion.
Aerion pulled away from Ducan’s mouth to pant, his violet eyes looking up to meet Duncan’s blue ones. A wet string of saliva connected them.
“I’m so fucking close.” Aerion’s white eyebrows furrowed as his hips began grinding down into Duncan’s bare hand.
“Let go my prince, you’re safe with me.” Duncan breathed into Aerion’s ear, thrusting his fingers back up into the wet warmth that engulfed them. It wasn’t long until the prince met his peak.
“Ah, seven hells, Duncan!” The prince’s violet eyes scrunched tightly closed as his body arched sharply off the wall, his mouth falling open in a quiet gasp. Duncan’s hand became covered in slick as the tight wet channel pulsed around his fingers.
The knight was sure to use his strength to help support Aerion’s body as he came down from the clouds. “Are you alright my prince?” Duncan asked slowly, slowly slipping his fingers out of his cunt.
The prince grinned up at him, his violet eyes still clouded with lust. He surged upwards and pulled Duncan down into another kiss. The knight closed his eyes and melted back into his prince's arms.
Slowly, Aerion moved his hands down Duncan’s breast plate to the leather straps holding up the chainmail covering his lower half. This broke Duncan out of his lust fueled haze.
“Would you like a turn as well?” Aerion whispered seductively as his fingers began to undo the copper buckle.
“I- um I think Egg is calling to me m’lord. I must make haste.” Duncan stammered quickly, grabbing his gauntlet and helmet before quickly making his exit. He pulled his helmet back atop his head as he dashed down the hall, leaving a naked and confused prince alone in the storage room.
Duncan cursed himself for being a coward.
He wanted to give the prince what he wanted more than anything. However, he feared his pride as an alpha would be forever broken if the dragon prince ever saw him.
He had seen Ser Arlan naked plenty of times during their travels. He had seen what an alpha cock should be, and Duncan was ashamed to admit that he was not as well endowed, only 10 inches when fully erect.
Duncan had always heard people joke about his size. That a man of his stature must have a member to match. However, oftentimes Duncan would only enter the bathhouse if he knew it was empty to avoid embarrassment.
One time, while bathing in a lake he spotted a group of women gawking at his naked form. Most likely surprised he did not have a horse cock between his legs. During celebrations, when enough alcohol was being passed around and people began prodding him for answers, Duncan would always change the subject or just laugh along with them to cover up his shame and embarrassment.
Prince Aerion definitely had higher expectations than most. Duncan was unsure if he was big enough to satisfy the omega. He had hoped that his mouth and fingers would be enough and at the beginning of their…. arrangement the prince had shown little to no interest in going further. However, now the prince was becoming bolder in his desires and Duncan was unsure how long he could keep his guard up.