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“My Lord!”
Lucerys heard someone calling for him from the deck, looking up from his documents on his desk. He put down his quill and stood, exiting his cabin and walking out onto the deck of the ship. Men milled about, some standing along the railing of the port side, pointing out towards the horizon.
“What is it?” Lucerys asked, a man, Addam, handing him a spyglass.
“Ship, my Lord. Essosi in origin. Maybe Pentos.” Addam said, Lucerys putting the spyglass to his eye and looking out, sighing. It was definitely not a well known banner, Lucerys hadn’t seen that much during his time training to be Lord of the Tides.
“It’s in our lane.” Lucerys murmured. “The sails are raised. What in the hells are they doing?” He lowered the spyglass, a perplexed expression on his face. The ship was floating aimlessly, but there were people on it. He could see them moving as he looked at it through the spyglass. “They must be lost. Prepare a boat, we’re going to board them.” The men nodded and got to work, getting a small boat with oars ready.
Lucerys grabbed a sword from his cabin and put on his Velaryon cloak with the Sea Snake insignia on his chest, the symbol of his authority on the sea. If he were to be half the man Lord Corlys was, he had to be fearless. Assertive. Even if in the back of his head, his boyish fears may rise up. The desire to run, avoid the problem. He had a reason to be wary. These people could trick them. Kill them and take their ship. That’s why they armed themselves. Channeled their inner Alpha.
Addam rowed the boat towards the ship, Lucerys’ hand on his sword as they approached. The people looked over the railing at them, speaking a language they didn’t understand. They seemed a little frantic, talking quickly and lowly.
“Hello!” Lucerys stood up and greeted. “Do any of you know Common?!”
The people aboard the ship spoke to each other before a single man came forth.
“Are you in charge here?” Lucerys asked.
“No. None of us are…” The man said, his accent thick.
Lucerys studied him for a moment. “My name is Lucerys Velaryon. I am the Lord of Driftmark. Lord of the Tides. I oversee these waters. And you are trespassing into a Westerosi shipping lane. May we board your vessel to verify your cargo?”
The man glanced at the others around him before he gave a single nod.
“Verify cargo?” Addam asked quietly.
“They’re probably smugglers.” Lucerys sighed. “Keep your weapon at the ready.”
Addam nodded as the ladder was thrown over the edge, Luke grabbing it and climbing up. He pulled himself up and looked around. All of these men were Betas… Strange.
“Search the ship.” Lucerys’ men all fanned out, some staying above deck and others going below. The man who knew Common was quiet, everyone was silent. They looked afraid. Unsure. Perhaps they knew they'd been caught? Lucerys looked around at the captain’s quarters, though the man said there was no official captain among them. Various documents written in a language he didn’t understand. It was all so… strange.
“Lord Lucerys!” The Alpha was called yet again, coming out to see Addam and some men looking rather disturbed.
“Did you find something?”
“Yes, sir. You should see it for yourself.” Addam nodded, turning and leading Luke down into the hull of the ship, to the brig. It was dimly lit with meager portholes on the side, Lucerys straining to see anything. There were crates, but… they were all empty. But that wasn’t what the men discovered.
Far in the back was a brig, a metal cage of sorts. Iron bars slightly rusty from the seawater were bolted to the floor, and the door was locked.
“What is…” Luke whispered, getting up close, squinting. He could make out.. something. Something slightly human shaped, long silvery white hair on the floor. “Gods… A prisoner?”
“Our cargo.”
They turned to see the man from earlier standing there, holding up a key. Lucerys took it and unlocked the door to the prison, going in and crouching down. His hands reached out and gently touched smooth skin, the person letting out a noise of confusion upon being touched.
“You were transporting a person?” Lucerys gently turned the person over, discovering they were a male Omega based on the nudity. He was thin, completely emaciated, his bones jutting out from under his skin. His hair was long and white, long enough to reach his thighs. His eyes were opened but he struggled to see. “Gods…” Lucerys was horrified, removing his cloak and put it over the Omega, lifting him up and finding it was no problem because of how thin he was.
Bringing him above deck just raised more questions than answers, Lucerys looking him over and seeing some scars here and there but finding nothing that identified him. “Can you speak?” He asked, the Omega opening his mouth but no sound came out. Too dehydrated…
“He is a whore from Essos.” The man who spoke Common said, Luke looking up at him. “He was purchased by someone in Westeros looking to make him a brothel whore there. We were to take him there but… we got lost.”
“When was he last fed? Or had water? Anything?” Luke looked at them and no one knew. “I am seizing your cargo, as Lord of the Tides I have this authority. If you have any questions, I suggest you petition my mother, Queen Rhaenyra.” The man’s mouth went agape as he lifted the Omega up. “Help me, Addam.”
It took all of them to get this Omega down to the boat and back to the ship. All while they rowed back, Lucerys studied him, taking in his features. A sharp jaw, thin lips, blue eyes, and long white hair. The hair was what gave Luke pause. That was a distinctly Targaryen feature right? His mother, her husband, her father, and the Velaryons had white hair… He was weak, unable to really sit up, leaning against Luke all the while.
“Be careful with him.” Luke said as they placed him on the deck, then he took him to his cabin. He placed him on the bed and got some water and bread, gently helping the Omega eat and drink. He was ravenous with the bread, eating as if he hadn’t had a single morsel in days. Which… he probably hadn’t. He drank down a lot of water, Lucerys telling him to pace himself so he didn’t get sick.
“Can you tell me your name?”
The Omega sipped the water and took a deep breath, clearing his throat. “Ae… Aemond…”
“Aemond… I’m Lucerys. You can call me Luke.” He was crouched by the bed, watching the Omega. He was still naked except for that cloak. “Rest all you need to, okay? I’ll be back in a moment.” He got up and opened the door to the cabin, closing it behind him. “Set a course back home. He’s in no shape to sail for long.” He told Addam, who nodded and took over while Lucerys watched their new shipmate. Luke trusted his men but Aemond was the only Omega here, he had to watch him.
He returned and saw Aemond right where he left him, watching him with slightly brighter eyes. “Are you aware of the Island of Driftmark?”
Aemond seemed to think for a moment before shaking his head. “No… I’ve lived in Pentos my whole life.” His voice was a whisper, his throat still dry though better than before.
“Driftmark is my home, my kingdom. Don’t worry, you’ll be well taken care of there.” Lucerys came back to him, Aemond looking up at him, the cloak wrapped around him though it fell off of his shoulder slightly. “We have Maesters and plenty of food to share- hey!”
As Luke was speaking, Aemond sank to his knees before him, his bony hand rubbing at the crotch of his breeches. Luke’s voice was caught in his throat, letting out a choked off moan at the sensation. He stroked him through the material, feeling the length grow under his touch.
“Wh-What are you doing?!” Lucerys pushed at the hands, Aemond’s eyes going from his crotch then looking up, all innocent.
“Thanking you.” The Omega replied simply, his hands pulling the tie on the breeches then pulling them down.
“No-No, you don’t have to do that.” Luke assured but Aemond didn’t stop, watching the length bob out in front of his face. The Alpha watched with mouth agape as he licked the engorged head, pink tongue lapping at the very tip as he looked up at him.
It was obvious this was the only way he knew how to thank him, Lucerys feeling utter shame as he just watched Aemond suck his cock, taking him into his mouth eagerly and bobbing back and forth. His hand went to his hair and it was incredibly soft, touching the floor with how long it was. Lucerys felt him swallow around him, his technique showing his experience. His nose buried into the hair at the base of Luke’s cock, holding it there before pulling off, hand stroking the slick length as he went down to lick and suck on the testicles.
“Fuck…” Lucerys rubbed the length on his cheek, Aemond opening his mouth as he fed him his cock, those cheeks hollowing as he sucked. It was the best Luke ever felt, groaning as he felt his orgasm build, as well as the shame. Aemond’s hand gripped at his knot as he held the rest in his mouth, Luke spilling down his throat with a moan.
Aemond pulled back and swallowed, licking his lips and cleaning the tip of Luke’s cock.
“I have worked at a brothel since my ninth nameday. When I presented as an Omega.” Aemond said, letting Lucerys put himself back in his breeches. “My mother had no gold to her name. Nothing at all. So she sold me.”
“I’m so sorry…” Lucerys whispered, ashamed to let this happen, but Aemond seemed unfazed by it. He was so used to it, after all.
“Don’t be.” Aemond sat back on the bed, the cloak falling off of both shoulders now. “One does what they must to survive.”
Lucerys sat down, still reeling from what happened, listening to Aemond’s story. “And you… do what you must?”
Aemond nodded. “I always have. Ever since I lost my maidenhead to the first Alpha who fucked me. Taking moon tea every week… It failed once, you know. I gave birth at only three months…” He glanced aside, Luke feeling such pity for him. “I kept living. One day… I knew something would happen.”
“You don’t… have to do that, you know. Thank me… in that way.” Lucerys told him quietly, not knowing how to comfort him. If he wanted to be touched or not.
Aemond was a little confused and didn’t really regard the statement. “How long until we get to your home?”
“About a day.” Lucerys told him. “If the tides are in our favor.”
Aemond hummed, choosing to lay on the bed, Luke getting up to cover him with a blanket. He must have thought Luke was coming over to fuck him, his thighs spreading open as if by instinct. Luke just covered him up, seeing the puzzled expression on his face. “Rest.” Lucerys reiterated, then sat at the desk to continue what he was doing before all of this happened. Aemond was on his side, observing him before falling asleep.
His quill scratched on the parchment, documenting various things as well as writing a letter to send to his mother via raven. He was unsure if the men on that ship would even implicate themselves and petition to the Queen for the return of their cargo, if they even found where they were going. Lucerys wondered who bought Aemond, if it was a Lord or perhaps a brothel looking to make money off of him. He was beautiful, he would attract many customers. Luke was unsure what he would do with Aemond, but obviously he was not fit for normal life as he was.
Aemond slept for a while, Lucerys bringing in some food for him to eat when he woke up. He was curled up in the bed, fast asleep. Lucerys reached over and gently pet his hair, wondering if he ever really had the chance to relax like this. Growing up and living in a brothel for most of his life.
-
When they arrived at Driftmark, Lucerys got another cloak and wrapped it around Aemond to preserve his modesty. They needed to get to the castle without drawing too much attention, so Lucerys chose to carry the Omega there as Addam and Alyn took care of the ship with the men. Aemond looked around, his head covered with a hood. People looked at them but they didn’t question it. Despite the fact Lucerys was carrying a whole person through the streets. Guards spotted him and let him in, seeing the person in his arms and gazing curiously.
“I’ll take you to the Maester. Have you looked over. And get some food and tea.” Lucerys said as he walked down the halls, Aemond still looking around. “And clothes, you need clothes. You’re going to be staying here for… a while.” He wasn’t sure but he sat Aemond down before the maester, telling the old man what he found and what Aemond had been through. The Omega was still thin and emaciated but he was getting some food and drink into him. Other than that he was healthy. Lucerys left out that he was a former brothel whore, though. Aemond was quietly thankful for it.
A servant brought Aemond food and tea, Lucerys talking over what clothes Aemond could wear. The Omega helped himself, enjoying this food a lot compared to what he usually got. And the tea with some sugar was incredibly delicious, warming him up inside. He listened to Lucerys talk to some people, getting things for Aemond, like a whole room set up for him and everything. He was being so generous…
“Are you doing okay?” Lucerys asked, going over to him and gently rubbing his back.
Aemond nodded, sipping his tea. “I’m fine.” He said quietly, looking up at Lucerys.
“Once you’re done, I’ll show you your room. And you can just relax, rest, nap all you want. I’ll wake you for dinner.” Luke smiled at him.
The Omega nodded, truly thankful for the kindness. He was already thinking of how to repay him…
Lucerys led Aemond up to the room he had prepared for him, new sheets and all on the bed, the fireplace lit for warmth. The Omega explored around, still just wearing a cloak but a servant brought him a gown for him to wear. Lucerys was talking to another servant as he changed, discussing dinner and everything else, though of course he didn’t know what exactly to do with Aemond. Hearing this, Aemond went over to the bed, waiting on Lucerys to be done talking with the servant so they could be alone.
“Thank you.” Luke said and sighed, turning around as the servant left. He saw Aemond leaning against the bed, as if waiting on him. “Do you need anything else?”
Slowly, Aemond’s hands went to his gown and slowly lifted it up, revealing his nudity underneath. One hand stayed balled up in the soft material and the other went between his legs, fingers playing with himself, letting out a soft moan.
Lucerys stared at him, gulping a bit as he felt his arousal grow. Along with the shame.
Aemond sat on the side of the bed, legs spread open, his fingers spreading open his cunt revealing the soft, pink core. He rubbed at his clit and dipped his fingers inside of himself, sticky wet noises audible as the slick began to drip out. His eyes stayed on Lucerys the whole time, enticing him with his masturbation and his scent. Inviting him to stick his cock in his welcoming hole.
Luke was curious about this hypersexual behavior but he supposed abuse starting at such a young age triggered this. This need to please in a sexual manner, inviting Lucerys to just use his body as he pleases. And as Lucerys stepped closer, his hand got faster, his fingers moving in and out, fucking himself. He kept it up until Lucerys placed a hand on his, gently pulling it out from between his legs. The fingers were soaked in slick but Luke didn’t care.
“You don’t have to do this.” Lucerys told him. He let it happen once and he wasn’t about to let it happen again.
Aemond looked at him as if he had grown a second head, not understanding this at all. Luke was an Alpha, surely he wanted something in return from him.
“Do you not desire me?” Aemond whispered, trying to take his hand and put it on his cunt, wanting to be touched. “Am I not attractive?”
“Yes, you are.” Lucerys denied him, his hand going to his gown to pull it over his nudity. “You are very attractive. But I am not going to have sex with you. Not like this.” He looked into his eyes.
The Omega frowned, looking down at Luke’s hand on his gown. “You can can fuck me whenever you want. I’ll repay you…”
“No. I don’t need repayment. I promise.” Lucerys reached up to cup his face, making him look back up at him. “Just lay down. Rest. I will wake you for dinner. Okay?” He gently rubbed his cheeks before pulling away.
“You are aroused… I can feel it.” The Omega looked down at Lucerys’ crotch.
Lucerys turned away, hiding the evidence from the Omega. Of course he was aroused. How could he not be? But he wasn’t going to take him like this. It wouldn’t be truly consensual. “Sleep, Aemond.” He said, walking out of the room and leaving him alone. What indeed was he to do with him…