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Dunk felt nauseous plenty in his life, it wasn’t new to him.
Growing up in Flea Bottom made a boy witness all sorts of horrors, he’d been in situations that could have gotten him gutted while he bled out like a rat after being prayed on by one of the alley cats.
He’d walked for days trailing after a drunken Knight all because he wanted another purpose, all while he travelled on a festering wound.
Never in his life had he felt like this.
The rush of adrenaline as he finally came back to his senses only for a lance from Aerion Brightflame to embed itself in his torso.
Dunk yelled out, pain shooting through his body.
It was too early to be wounded to any sort of degree and yet the Prince had caught him off guard.
He huffed against his helmet, trying to get his breathing back but all he could feel was agony.
His brain, over and over again telling him;
‘You will die here’.
He couldn’t help but a small cry fall from his lips, if he were to fall now he would lose everything he inspired to be, he would be nothing but a man that sullied the Targaryen’s honor and what of the God’s? Heaven would not welcome him.
Dunk struggled, pulling the lance from his body as blood pooled against the chainmail, he coughed and felt his insides convulsing against the wound.
A yell rang out but it was obscured by the panic of horses, Dunk swore he saw one of the animal’s fall before he was being knocked off his own by a blow to the head.
The Alpha laid there, motionless, his body already aching and telling him to give up.
He wasn’t sure how long the ringing in his ears lasted before a second blow to the head brought him back to reality once more.
The Morningstar sparked at his helmet and Dunk was quick to raise, it didn’t last long, Aerion got yet another blow in as well as Maekar on horseback.
There was no way out of this, no way of winning.
Dunk’s doubts plagued his mind when he was on the ground again, the taste of copper on his throat.
A weaker man would have succumbed to the failure already.
Dunk was never a weak man.
The moment he got up, Aerion was there.
He was always there, but he was the only one that mattered.
The Prince swung his weapon at him, once, twice,
thrice and Dunk had no choice but to take it.
The Alpha wheezed out a breath, unsure if his ribs were fractured or not but he was down against the mud again yet at the very least just perceptive enough to catch Aerion mid swing.
Dunk used his superior body strength to pull the Omega down on him, both of them slipping tiredly against the sludge.
They wrestled, Dunk had him for a moment, slamming him against the floor but Aerion was quick with his knife, pressing the dagger against some part of his flesh causing Dunk to react with a wide eyed scream.
Stab, stab, stab.
The blade plunged into the wound over and over again then Aerion was on top of him, attempting to slice him again but Dunk stopped the blade with the flesh of his hand.
If it wasn’t for Raymun, Dunk may very well have been killed but Aerion was thrown off of him back onto the mud, Dunk was able to get the knife out just in time before the Prince was his opponent once more.
In an attempt to grab his sword, Aerion stabbed him in the back and Dunk fell to his knees, breathless.
Dunk wasn’t sure how many times he was stabbed, how many times he stabbed Aerion but his helmet was discarded on the floor and he ran at him, slicing the Prince in turn.
Aerion fell to the ground with an agonising shout, holding onto his thigh.
Dunk stood there for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts, he could hear Maekar’s voice in the background, echoing but he was too focused on Aerion to even care.
His boots stomped heavy toward the Prince, falling to his knees in front of him and tearing the helmet from his head, Aerion’s perfect hair was soiled from the mud, his eyes tear stained and his lips were trembling.
Dunk punched him, the chainmail of his gauntlets tearing against Aerion’s skin and again until his fist paused and he stared at the prince.
Aerion’s face was still pretty despite the gashes adorning it, he’d had thought the Prince had finally given up, ready to yield as his lips twitched again.
But the smaller man only launched himself up and clamped his teeth around Dunk’s ear and pulled.
The flesh tore from his ear whilst blood spurted from the lesion.
Dunk yelled as he watched Aerion laugh at him after spitting his flesh back in his face, his mouth was even bloodier now.
The Alpha felt his heartbeat in his own ears as blood rushed to his head before his hand gripped against Aerion’s chest plate; pulling his entire body up towards him so his teeth could break into the skin harbouring his claiming gland.
Aerion felt his whole world stop and a breath fall from his lips just as everything started again, his pupils were blown wide when he was dropped back to the ground and his senses betrayed him.
“Yield!” Dunk growled at him, his bloodied spit falling from his words though Aerion continued to struggle against him, his hand reaching for any weapon close to by but it was futile.
Dunk’s hand reached out, grabbing his jaw between his fingers.
“Yield”. His voice was low, commanding, terrifying and even with his claim on Aerion and the heat slowly rising in the Omega’s body from the forced proximity he continued to deny the Alpha, snapping his teeth at him.
Dunk bared his own, tempted to rip into Aerion’s neck all over again to make sure it really took but instead he manhandled the blond up even if his own body was wavering from the concussion he’d developed and the blood still trickling out of the wounds Aerion had given him.
He turned the Omega around and threw him against the ground, forcing his head down against the mud.
Aerion hissed in pain while his gauntlets tried to grasp sludge, clawing his way away from Dunk but the Alpha grabbed hold of his ankle, pulling him backwards and falling to his knees once again, his whole body pressing against Aerion’s back, gripping at his soiled hair and driving his face against the ground.
Dunk’s cock pressed against his breeches, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been hard but it mattered not, his only focus was Aerion.
And Aerion cursed, he wasn’t sure if it was the saliva or the blood that felt thick in his mouth and his body was betraying him to the extent he felt slick pool between his legs.
Legs which he kicked again in an attempt to get a strike at Dunk but the Alpha just grabbed the back of his head, pulling him up by the hair.
“Say it”.
Dunk wanted him to yield but Aerion only laughed in his face.
The Alpha’s hand fisted against the padded cloth of Aerion’s trousers, tearing the fabric away until Aerion’s cunt was exposed.
It felt like second nature the moment Dunk pulled his cock out, pressing the head against Aerion’s pussy and sinking inside.
Nothing around him came to pause, he could still hear the faint neigh of horses, the clashing of swords and here Dunk was, proclaiming his victory by staking his claim on a Targaryen while the rest of the company watched from the stalls.
Dunk didn’t care if they watched, A Knight should have an audience while taming a dragon.
Aerion moaned low, his bloodied drool falling from his lacerated lip as Dunk’s cock pressed all the way inside, the rattling of both of their armours obscured some of the groans between them.
Despite his own haemorrhage, Dunk’s hips drove violently into Aerion, the Omega’s cunt fluttering around him, pulling him in like it had Dunk’s cock exactly where it needed to be.
Dunk wasn’t even sure if it was Aerion’s slick or his own damn wounds squelching but the Alpha was too high on adrenaline, too focused on giving into his own nature.
Aerion choked out a moan after spitting onto the floor.
His head tilted to the side watching the silhouettes suddenly coming to a halt once they realized what was happening.
And Oh God’s.
That was his parents, they could see everything, they could witness just how pathetic their son was as a lowborn Alpha staked his claim on him.
And all Aerion could do was take it.
His head was crushed back into the ground, Dunk was fucking into him harder then, his large body encasing Aerion as the Alpha forced his cock deeper and deeper into him.
The whole concept of time melted around them as they gave into their animalistic instincts.
Dunk eventually leaned back into him, lips pressing against Aerion’s ear as he asked him one last time.
“Yield”.
Even his voice was hoarse, used from all the shouting, the panting, the growling.
Aerion tried to collect himself, he couldn’t even think past his own sounds, the dizziness in his mind, the pulsating in his neck and the ache of his cunt.
“I-”. His bloodied tongue licked his lips.
“I yield”.
A whimper followed suit when his surrender was the last thing to finally tip Dunk over the edge, spilling his come deep inside the Omega before his knot was locking them both together though he didn’t give Aerion much time to even adjust to it before Dunk was pulling him up, practically dragging the blond over to the stalls were Lord Ashford sit.
“Tell them!” The Alpha demanded, gripping hold of his hair and tilting Aerion’s head back, enough so they could see the claim he laid on him too, still oozing with blood.
“Tell them!” Dunk barked again.
A whine tore from Aerion’s throat both from the pleasure of Dunk’s cock shifting inside of him and the embarrassment of being seen like this.
“I-”. Tears rolled down his blood and dirt coated face.
“I withdraw my accusation!”