Fade Into You
⪧ Leo Tyrell x M!OC
⪧ Synopsis: Squire Randyll Webber, younger brother to Lady Rohanne Webber, a young "alpha" squire under the formidable alpha Leo Tyrell, is just the Lord of Highgarden's squire — or that's what most believe.
⪧ CW: Smut (+18), A/B/O dynamics, age gap (Randyll is 20, and Leo is at least late 50s), period typical sexism, power difference, oral sex, heat/rut, mating cycles, mating bites, unprotected sex, intersex omegas, bias towards omegas of all genders, etc.
The spring breeze ran through Randyll's hair as he helped set up the ridiculously large Tyrell camp. At least thirty men and fifteen women were a part of the camp — it was a proper lord's camp, especially one of the richest men of the Reach. He stacked his belongings beside those of his lord for their belongings were to be in the same pavilion; it was not unknown for a knight and his squire to share a pavilion during tourneys, especially not if the two were of the same presentation.
All thirty of the camp's men believed that Randyll Webber was an alpha or at least did not want to upset their lord by questioning the young squire's presentation — it was obvious that the majority of the women within the camp knew of Randyll's true presentation. He was not lucky enough to present as alpha, unlike his elder sister, Lady Rohanne Webber. No, when he presented as an omega at age sixteen, his father sent him off to ward with Lord Leo Tyrell in hopes that the lord of the Reach could make a good knight or whore out of the boy — Lord Tyrell did both.
Randyll had just finished placing his belongings beside those of his secret lover, and he turned to take in a good look at the tourney grounds. In the distance, he could see Lord Tyrell's alpha daughter, Lady Hyacinth Tyrell, seemingly already chatting up one of the participants of the tourney; from what he could tell, it was perhaps Ser Beesbury. Soon his gaze was turned towards a man he had never seen at any tourney before because the size of this man would have been incredibly hard to miss, along with the three horses that he led behind him — most likely a fresh knight from the looks of the tall figure.
He could hear familiar footsteps behind him. Normally, he never even bothered to memorize the way someone walked, but when it came to his Lord Leo Tyrell, he made sure to memorize everything he could about his lord. "Quit lazing about, boy, I have a tourney to win," Leo Tyrell spoke the last part much quieter than he did the beginning, his mouth getting dangerously close to the shell of Randyll's ear. There was no one truly paying any attention to the pair as they wordlessly walked to the jousting grounds after grabbing dull sparring swords and wooden shields to use during their sparring match.
The jousting field was already nearly full of other knights, lords, and their loyal squires who were training for the tourney. It seemed awfully elaborate for a girl's thirteenth nameday, but that was the way lords and lady's were — elaborate parties, and tourneys were an excuse just to show off their houses' wealth. Randyll didn't have much time to think about it as he got into a position to fend off the attacks of Lord Tyrell. He stepped back, blocking a hit with his shield, and he quickly shoved Leo's sword off of his shield and swung an attack of his own. His attack was not nearly as efficient or skilled as Leo's, but he was still better than the majority of the young squires also on the field.
"Come on, my lord, surely your age has not slowed you that much," Randyll spoke to Leo, his face growing a smug smirk as he watched Leo's face harden before faking an attack and then smacking Randyll in the face with the wooden shield that was decorated with a fading golden rose. The shield knocked his head back, but luckily, it did not break his nose but rather busted his bottom lip as he tasted the familiar metallic blood with a flick of his tongue as he stared wide-eyed at his lord.
Leo Tyrell couldn't help but smirk at the boy, his pheromones masking those of Randyll's as he could smell the boy's souring omega pheromones. "How is that for slow, boy," he asked as he couldn't help but flick his eyes down to the blood that was beginning to roll down his squire's chin. A rumble came from his chest — his inner alpha coming awake, he was coming dangerously close to his rut.
The pair trained until the sky began to turn into a beautiful light orange color as the sun began to set. The two of them led each other into Lord Tyrell's tent to spend the night together as they always do. The moment the two of them were inside the tent, Leo grabbed the front of Randyll's doublet and pulled his young squire into a ravenous kiss — his tongue immediately licking at the swollen bottom lip of his lover, tasting dried blood and sweat. Randyll immediately whined the moment Leo kissed him, heat rushing down to his stomach and groin.
Instinctively, Randyll's hand went down to cup Leo's cock, the older man's cock nearly fully erect, but his hand was swatted away by Leo, who let out a soft grumble. The kiss was broken, and Randyll was shoved towards the bed. "Undress and get on the bed, boy," Leo's voice was rough with lust — Randyll did as he was told. He sat on his knees, the bed soft underneath him, and his hands on top of his thighs as he ignored the slick between his legs and his erect cock, he didn't dare touch himself.
"Grab a pillow and rut into it until I say stop, do not stop even if I touch you," Leo spoke as he walked towards the bed where Randyll sat. He sat on the edge of the bed before continuing, "Go on, fuck that pillow like the omega bitch you are." Once again, Randyll did exactly as he was told without questioning his beloved lord — he grabbed the smaller pillow on the bed, putting it underneath him as he lay on top of it and began to rut himself against it with another whine. He had barely been touched, yet it felt like his skin was on fire with ecstasy as he continued to thrust his cock onto the pillow; his thrusts were unskilled and almost awkward, though it did nothing to curb his lust.
The young squire's hips stuttered as Lord Tyrell sank two calloused fingers into his dripping wet cunt. "Gods, you really are a green fucking boy," Leo's words sounded muffled to Randyll as he continued rutting into the pillow, nodding his head along to whatever his lord had said. Leo had stripped himself of all clothes and stroked his large cock with the hand that wasn't busy fucking into the boy's cunt — the rings on that hand added to the pleasure. "Keep going, boy, just like that," his voice was almost drowned out by the sounds of Randyll's moaning and the squelching of the omega's cunt. Randyll kept rutting his cock against the pillow, his hips moving in a steady rhythm now as he was coming closer and closer to his orgasm — the moment his orgasm hit him, a broken moan left his lips, and his hips stuttered to a stop, matching the way Leo's fingers stopped inside of him as his cunt greedily squeezed them.
There was no time for recovery as Leo flipped Randyll onto his back after moving the cum soaked pillow out of the way. Leo slotted himself between Randyll's legs, hooking them over his shoulders as he pushed himself inside of the omega. He began rutting himself into his omega mercilessly, the poor young thing caged underneath him in a mating press. "You are doing so well for me," Leo spoke softly as he repeatedly fucked into Randyll, making the younger man's eyes roll back as the pleasure was overwhelming. He couldn't help but moan as he felt the omega's cunt flutter around him. Randyll couldn't even speak as he was being fucked by his lord, his moans were desperate as he was beginning to become overstimulated as another orgasm ripped through his body, the cum from his cock sticking to his sweaty stomach and the slick from his cunt making an obscene squelching as Leo's cock kept using him.
"One more time, boy, you can do this. I want to feel you draining me of every last drop," the words came out of Leo as more of a groan than anything as his thrusts became more and more sloppy, his own orgasm creeping up, and Randyll responded with a sob. It did not take long for the two of them to orgasm, Leo's cock swelling with a knot inside the young omega underneath him as his own body shook slightly from waves of pleasure. The pair stayed like that for a few seconds before Leo rolled over onto his own back, placing Randyll on his chest as the two of them waited for his knot to deflate. Leo placed a kiss on Randyll's head, "Such a good boy for me," he murmured into the boy's hair, getting a purr-like response from the boy.
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