The Bastard’s Whore
Predictably, Luke immediately tries to turn him away. “Aemond, wh-what are you doing?!” The boy - who’s a man now, in truth - exclaims as he gets himself comfortable. This close, Luke’s scent of firewood and cedar is easy to pick up and delightfully appealing.
Aemond cocks his head as he stares at him. “Isn’t it obvious?” He asks coyly. “I’m settling into my new place.”
“Your new…” the young alpha looks as though he’s seen a ghost, “Your new place? And that’s on top of me?”
The omega shrugs. “On top of you, underneath you… Around you, while you bury yourself inside me… Whatever way you desire to have me, nephew.”
(Or, Lucerys is the Lord of Harrenhal and Aemond is scheming).
