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King Jacaerys Velaryon sits upon a throne overlooking the tourney, the first Omega king drawing in many, many men to compete for him. For he had no husband, no betrothed, or marriage prospects. It was not as if he received no offers for his hand but every single one he was disinterested in. His very existence and position angered many throughout Westeros, becoming the king after his mother Rhaenyra’s death. As such, he trusted no House who offered up their Alpha sons or the Lords themselves. He knew they would undermine him because of his dynamic. So here he was, watching the Alphas fight in his name. He had to admit, the power felt good. It was exciting.
The way they looked up at him, as if saying see me, my king. I do this for you! And proceeded to murder their opposition, gave a primal thrill. They asked for his favor, mostly, though some wanted the favor of his brother’s wife. The silver haired Targaryen prince, now wife to the Lord of Driftmark, hardly paid them any mind. Scoffing at their vying.
Jacaerys chose to be coy. He chose to give them his favor and intentionally entice with his scent. That got them riled up. Alphas with their flying hormones and pheromones, awakening those basal instincts in their hindbrains, growling and wanting to kill just to have a chance to breed with the Omega. As if they even had a chance…
It was Jace’s nameday and the council suggested they celebrate it, since he was turning five-and-twenty. A tourney was a perfect opportunity to gather the Houses and Jace even said he may give one a chance at becoming his consort. But he made no promises at all, since even now as he watched, he couldn’t imagine any of them getting between his legs. They were too inexperienced or too weak, not at all what he needed or wanted. If he was going to choose a potential mate, the Alpha had to be a warrior. Strong, muscular, hardened.
And then he discovered… him.
The Wolf of the North. The Lord of Winterfell, Cregan Stark.
When Jacaerys laid his eyes on him for the first time, he felt himself gush a bit in his smallclothes. He was incredibly handsome, tall, and large with muscles, though not too big that it was utterly hideous. It was just right. The man who was obviously used to the cold removed his clothes from his upper body, showing off the scars that riddled his skin. He had definitely been in battles before. He knew how to fight. He was a warrior, an animal, and Jace loved it. He fought as if it were for his life, cutting down opponent after opponent. Some died, others merely maimed. But laying his eyes upon that bloody sculpted form just… did something to the Omega king. His hands gripped at the railing as he stood up to overlook the melee, quietly, silently praying this one would be victorious.
For all he knew, though, Cregan Stark was just as much of a dog as the other Alphas fighting for him. But Jace made some assumptions based on where he was from. The unbreakable oaths those in the north guarded two closely, those part of the Night’s Watch and protected the kingdom, and the connection to the old gods. All of this told Jace that Cregan must be an honorable man. Loyal beyond all doubt. But Jacaerys had to see this for himself.
And it turns out, he would.
The Wolf was victorious, taking down his last opponent, body heaving with the exertion from the day. The sun had begun to set, draping the world in brilliant orange and red hues, the blood on Stark’s body gleaming as he approached the king. Jace believed he would faint then and there. He lifted his skirts and descended to the lower level of the stage he was sat upon, Cregan watching him with steely gray eyes.
“Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell…” Jace began, holding his head high as the king, though he wanted to fall to the floor as Cregan bent the knee to him. His head lowered, showing his utter obeisance. “My new champion.” He was handed a ceremonial sword from a kingsguard nearby, a small thing in comparison to the sword Stark wielded. He unsheathed it and placed it against the Lord’s shoulder. “I hereby name you my protector. My sword and my shield. And… my consort.”
The sword went to the other shoulder and Cregan looked up, gazing at the king with resolute determination. He would not fail. He would not disappoint. Jace didn’t know him, but he had utter faith in him already.
Jace handed the ceremonial sword back and he took a deep breath. “I invite you to come with me back to the Red Keep for a banquet dinner in your honor, my Lord. Come.” He motioned for Cregan to stand and Jace realized he was still half nude, torso splattered with blood. He ordered someone to retrieve his clothing and ready a carriage, turning to leave. He paused by Luke. “You shall join us, right?”
Lucerys nodded, smiling, seeing just how smitten his older brother was for this man. “Wouldn’t miss it.” He wrapped his arm around his wife and they went to their own carriage.
Jacaerys walked with Cregan to the king’s caravan, a guard opening the door and letting Jace on first. Then Cregan entered, sitting across from the Omega king. Jace looked out of the little windows as everyone readied to leave, leaning back on his seat and smiling at the Alpha before him. It was then he realized he was in here alone with him, and it could be the perfect test of trust and honor.
However, if Cregan were to mount him here and now, he was unsure if he would really want to fight him… He was in here with him, the doors and windows closed, his scent filling Jace’s nose entirely. That musk he had, the coppery tinge of blood, and his natural scent of pine and earth. Then the leather of his clothing as well… It was driving him absolutely mad. Want coursed through his veins and surely Cregan could smell it on him. Yet he sat there. He didn’t do anything, but look at his King and talk to him.
“Was your journey down from the North too troublesome?” Jace figured he would distract himself with smalltalk. Get to know this Lord a little more before he spread his legs to him.
Cregan shook his head. “No, not at all. Quite long, but not more than we could handle.”
“I’m glad.” Jace crossed his legs, the carriage beginning to move. “When we get to the Red Keep, I’ll have a room set up for you. And you can bathe. I’ll give you new clothes and all. No worries.”
The Lord nodded. “Thank you, my King. You are incredibly generous.”
The Omega smiled at him. “You are my champion. You deserve the best.” He bit his bottom lip. “And you will be my consort.”
“We are to marry, then?” Cregan asked, his eyes searching the Omega’s.
“Yes.” Jacaerys nodded. “We are.”
Jacaerys hated that his own council, and most of his people, believed that Omegas were just hysterical creatures unable to function unless they were knotted and pupped. The stereotype was not true by any stretch. Jace was just as effective a ruler as his Alpha mother had been, not letting any Alpha get to him. But one thing was still true: he had to marry and secure heirs. As Omegas got older, they were seen as less than perfect and fewer and fewer marriage offers would come. So at least this way, using this tourney as an excuse, he could secure a powerful Alpha that would give him strong pups. And this Alpha was so far not disappointing. He was handsome, he smelled very enticing, and he showed Jace his obeisance.
“It is an honor, my king.” Stark nodded. It was so formal it hurt. How badly Jace wished to know him deeper. He would before they wed. He would be sure of it.
Jace wanted to know how he got each of those scars. He wanted to know if he had his own wolf. He wanted to know what the wall was like and if he had seen any Wildlings or White Walkers. He wanted to know what he liked to eat, to drink, what he did to have fun. Cregan was an animal, but he was also a man. A man with a heart. Jace wanted to see it.
When they arrived at the Red Keep, Jace walked next to Cregan through the halls. He ordered some servants to draw a bath at once and ready a nice room close to his own for the man. When Cregan was taken away Jace ordered more servants to get clothes for the man. Something nice but not too gaudy, it would not suit him. Comfortable, and dark. Something that kept him cool in this weather and humidity.
While the Lord bathed himself, Jace ensured that the banquet preparations were complete. They looked upon the table being filled with food, and soon other lords and ladies of the court would fill the hall. They were already beginning to file in, Jace spotting his brothers together with Luke’s wife talking with another lady of the court. More and more Omegas were coming to represent their houses since Jacaerys became king. He was glad to see it. They deserved it as much as their Alpha counterparts.
Jacaerys was told Cregan was ready after a half an hour or so, and he left the hall to greet the Alpha. Hells, he was still gorgeous. And he smelled so good freshly cleaned though that scent he had now didn’t quite tickle his hindbrain like it did before. Something about that sweat and blood on him… What a glorious thing.
“My king.” Cregan greeted with a headbow, Jace going to his side and taking his arm, touching him for the first time. His hands closed around his bicep, feeling those muscles under the material of his tunic. Cregan wasn’t nervous but Jace could feel some tension. As if he were trying hard to not disappoint and maintain decorum as a Lord.
“This is for you.” Jace whispered, quietly reassuring him. “I hope that helps quell your anxieties.”
Cregan looked down at him, giving a half smile. “It does.”
Jace’s hand gently rubbed his arm as the doors opened, the kingsguard formally announcing his presence along with Lord Stark. His consort-to-be. The Alpha who would soon join him in his bed. He didn’t care if they weren’t married yet. He was going to relieve this heat in his stomach any way he could. He was certain Cregan could smell his scent still, the pair walking between the people on either side of the hall, bowing to their king. Jacaerys stood before the ornate chair in the middle of the banquet table, Cregan to his right.
“Thank you all for joining me for this event. As you all knew, I organized this tournament for today, my nameday, so that I may finally find the man who is best suited to be my mate. I know I have been quite slow about marriage, though my kingdom comes first. And I only hope to be as dedicated to it as my mother was.” Jace told all of them. “I present to you all, Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell, the Wolf of the North. My betrothed.”
Everyone in the hall clapped for the Lord, who bowed his head in thanks.
“Please enjoy the banquet and the refreshments.”
And with that, everyone began to load their plates and socialize and drink the wine. Jacaerys was starving, the King helping himself first before anyone else and eating. Hells, he was eating as if he was about to go into heat. Eating way more than he should and filling his belly with wine as well. He made sure Cregan helped himself to anything he wanted and had as much as he wanted. He was most definitely hungry after the tournament and Jace needed him to be fed.
“Ah, I should introduce you to my family…” Jace said once they had cleaned their plates, wiping his mouth and sipping his wine. He took Cregan to the end of the table where his brothers were. “Lord Stark, this is my brother Lucerys and his wife, Prince Aemond. And then my youngest brother Joffrey.” Jace motioned to each of them. “Luke is Lord of Driftmark.”
“My Lord.” Cregan nodded to Luke, the two Alphas sharing a handshake. “And my Princes.” He nodded to Aemond and Joffrey both. It was a little awkward, considering Jace didn’t know Cregan well. But it was amicable regardless.
Dessert was a large cake with crème, everyone helping themselves to the sweet treat. Jace went around and talked to the lords and ladies, ensuring they were doing fine, introducing Cregan to anyone he may not know. Despite it all, Jacaerys could only think about one thing still, the anticipation shooting down his stomach and straight to his cunt as Cregan placed a hand on his back. He wasn’t supposed to touch in that manner but gods he wanted more. Those big hands…
It was not hard to announce he was going to bed after a few hours of socialization, telling his brothers and those of the court he was fatigued from the day. He thanked them again for joining him and he and Cregan left the hall.
They went upstairs and Cregan paused at the room he was given by the servants, though Jace motioned for him to keep following. And he did. No questions asked. What a good Alpha…
They entered the king’s private chambers, Jace locking the door and just looking at the Alpha before him. Something was… happening there had to be more to it than just simple attraction and their instincts. No… they felt deeper. As if they were connected somehow. A pair that was totally in sync somehow despite having never met before.
“You swear your life and your loyalty to me?” Jacaerys asked, his hands clenched into fists.
Cregan stared into his eyes before nodding. “All I am is yours, my king.”
“My name.”
“Pardon?”
“Say my name.” Jace took a few steps to close the distance, looking up into those eyes.
“Jacaerys…”
The Omega king breathed out hearing it, the satisfaction of it just so pleasing. He wanted to hear it over and over again.
“Come.” He led Cregan to his bed, taking off his cape and setting it on a chair, showing his red and black dress off fully. How it hugged his waist and accentuated the curves. He was built like an Omega proper, with decent breeding hips and soft edges. All the way up to his face with plump pouty lips and long lashes.
Jace sat on the bed, and told Cregan to kneel for him. He already began to lift his dress up and remove his smallclothes. “Tell me again that you are loyal to me. That you are mine.”
“I am yours… Jacaerys. My king.” The Alpha said, his eyes going between those legs and settling on the glistening cunt at the apex. The delicate lips had parted, revealing his clit, and above that a small erect cock that gave away his sex. Omega down to the last bit.
“Then devour me…” Jace breathed.
Cregan didn’t need to be told twice. His head went between Jace’s legs and lapped at his clit, the Alpha groaning as he tasted that sweet nectar flowing from the king’s flower. Jace gasped and moaned, leaning back on his hands as the Alpha put his thighs on his shoulders, pulling him closer. That tongue delved inside, worming its way in, Jace’s chest heaving. It was so fucking good, those lips and that tongue eating away at his cunt as if he were starving. He suckled at the hardened bundles of nerves at the top and went further, licking at the erect cocklet.
One of Jace’s hands went to the back of Cregan’s head, pressing his cunt to his face, hips moving as if he were riding it. His lips and chin were wet with slick but the Alpha couldn’t care less. He was his king's loyal servant and he would do anything.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Jacaerys gasped out and arched as he came, gushing milky white slick and seed drooling from his cock. Cregan lapped up every bit he could, Jace panting through his orgasm. His body trembled a bit, laying back on his bed. “Come…” He whispered, inviting the Alpha on top of him. Cregan was so much bigger than him, that muscular form hovering over him. Jace pulled him in for a kiss, his hands wanting that tunic off. He explored that wide chest, his hands touching those scars all over him. Gods, he was perfect. It was as if the gods placed him here, just for Jace. Sculpted from stone, hardened from his time in the north. A stark contrast to Jacaerys’ soft, unmarked body.
Cregan devoured his lips just as he devoured his cunt, tasting those juices on the Alpha’s lips. It drove Jace even crazier, his Omega side just wanting to be claimed here and now. His tongue delved into his mouth and mingled with his own, Jace moaning at the lewdness of it all. It was too good.
“Let me see you… strip.” He said, trying to take his own dress off and hopefully not ripping any stitches. He managed to get it off just as Cregan pushed down his breeches, revealing the cock that sat heavily between his legs. Absolutely massive, a man made to breed. A knot that would surely keep his seed in, ensuring quickening in any womb. Oh Jace wanted him in his womb… And Jacaerys was completely nude before him, thighs spread, cunt for the Alpha to see and take.
Cregan got on the bed as Jace backed up a bit, pulling him in for another kiss. The Alpha kissed down to his neck, nosing that scent gland and purring at the concentrated scent of the king. Sweet like vanilla but with hints of a musk that was Omega pheromones. That was the king, sweet on the inside and biting on the outside. So delicious. Cregan liked an Omega that didn’t hold his tongue. The king was no pushover.
“You are… beautiful…” Jace breathed.
“I should say that to you.” Cregan kissed down that soft body, cupping a breast and licking his nipple. His teeth teased the pink nub, making Jace whine. He was already aroused again, hips trying to rut and get something.
Cregan’s hand went between his legs and rubbed at his clit before two fingers pushed in, moving in and out with a slight scooping motion. The Omega keened, loving that.
“Your cock…”
“Patience, my king. I do not want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care.”
Cregan chuckled, but he didn’t stop the prep. He put in a third finger and worked him open, slick coating his digits and palm.
“Let me taste you too.” Jacaerys pushed Cregan back and shuffled downwards, taking his length into his hand. Perhaps preparation was a good idea after all… gods he was thick. His hand stroked the length, watching precum be milked from him as he squeezed and pumped. He licked the swollen head and hummed, tasting the bitterness. He liked it, though. He put him in his mouth and bobbed back and forth, his other hand cupping those heavy balls. Full of seed, ready to spill. Jace suckled at the head and stroked the shaft, pulling away. He wanted Cregan to drain himself inside of him. The Alpha’s hand gently carded through his hair, gazing upon his beautiful king.
Jace turned on his back, the Lord following him and hovering above him. “You are free to take me, Cregan… My body is yours.”
The Alpha gazed down at him, leaning in and kissing him deeply. His cock poked at Jace’s cunt, the Omega groaning as it pressed between his lips. As he pushed in, the Omega arched his back and cried out, filling that massive cock splitting him open. Oh gods it was perfect. Cregan kept pushing until he bottomed out, Jace feeling the cockhead kissing his womb. Those heavy balls pressed against his skin. “Fuck me like an animal…” Jace reached up and grabbed his shoulder with one hand while the other grabbed his hair, his legs wrapping around his waist.
Cregan started slow, the soft wet sounds slowly getting louder as he picked up the pace. Jace nearly came when he heard the Alpha’s groans and purrs, fucking into him deeply. Jace closed his eyes, moaning and gasping. It was the best sex he had ever had, having slept with the odd Alpha here and there, just wanting to feel pleasure. But this was different. He could feel this connection to Cregan in his very soul. He was not one to believe in soulmates but… perhaps the gods put them together for some reason.
”You feel perfect, my king.”
”Say my name…” Jace mewled.
”Jacaerys…” He breathed into the Omega’s ear.
Jace arched into him, the Alpha’s cock brushing along a spot inside of him with every thrust. He gushed slick and his cock leaked creating a sticky wet mess between them. The smack of Cregan’s hips on him sounded more and more lewd with each thrust, His hands grabbed Jace’s waist, as if using him as a toy. He didn’t want it any other way. It was too fucking good, so good his eyes rolled back.
”Yes!!” Jacaerys cried out, feeling his orgasm rip through him yet again. He clenched around the cock within him, drawing an orgasm from Cregan as well. The Alpha pushed in deep as he spilled his seed, his knot swelling. It was huge, keeping him locked tightly in Jace. “Fuck…”
Cregan lazily kissed Jace’s neck and jaw, capturing his lips again in a slow kiss. The Omega got his breath back, gently petting Cregan’s soft brown hair.
“I suppose it is too late to ask if I can court you.” Cregan smiled.
”Never. Court me. My Alpha.” Jace whispered, kissing him once again.