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The castle buzzed with the news. Joffrey, King Robert's eldest son, was feverish from a heat. The prince, usually so full of life and vigor, was now laid low, his skin flushed and damp with sweat. The old maester, a man with a wrinkled and insightful face, watched the scene with concern. Cersei paced the room, her discomfort evident.

Realizing the prince's fever persisted, and nothing seemed to alleviate it, she said, her voice sharp with a hint of despair.

"Maester, what is wrong with him?" The lord sighed, concern etched on his face.

"Your Majesty, Prince Joffrey... he presents differently." He said the words slowly. Cersei's eyes widened with doubt.

"Different? What do you mean?" she questioned, confused.

"The prince, Your Majesty, is... an omega." The maester uttered the word cautiously, waiting for the queen's reaction. The woman, standing motionless, seemed to age in seconds. The news fell like a thunderbolt, shaking the foundations of her world.

Joffrey, her son, the heir, the future king, was an omega. The ancient tradition of the kingdom was clear: an omega did not rule, and he belonged to the nearest alpha relative regardless of age.

In this case, Joffrey's nearest alpha was Robert, his own father. Cersei felt enveloped in a mist of anger and despair. This news, this revelation, was an attack on her dreams and ambitions.

"No... this cannot be true." Cersei murmured, her voice weak, almost a whisper.

"I fear it is true, Your Majesty," replied the maester, watching Prince Joffrey, writhing in a fever in bed, his small, fragile body, proving the truth the queen tried to deny.

And suddenly, like wildfire, the news spread through the kingdom. Whispered conversations in the castle corridors were solely about Prince Joffrey and his condition, the murmurs growing louder and higher until they reached the king's ears.

Joffrey, in the midst of fever and confusion, did not understand the meaning of this revelation. Feeling only the pain and discomfort of the heat in his body. He barely knew the prince who, after that moment, his life would change forever.

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The news reached King Robert like a cold wind blowing through his bones. He was in his chambers, surrounded by empty wine bottles, his mind clouded by alcohol and memories of past loves and battles. Suddenly, Jon Arryn, a trusted and loyal hand, entered the room, his expression grave.

"Your Majesty," he began, his voice low and respectful, "there's something the servants overheard in the Queen's chambers, and you need to know." Robert raised an eyebrow, as he poured the rest of his wine into his cup.

"Don't tell me Cersei's planning to raid the royal treasury to buy another expensive dress?" The alpha asked, seeing the other man shake his head, a look of concern in his eyes.

"Thankfully, it's not about the queen, Your Majesty. It's about Prince Joffrey." Robert choked on his wine, the cup nearly falling on the table.

"What about Joffrey?" he asked, confused.

"Well, Your Majesty, Prince Joffrey is... he's presented as an Omega." The beta's statement hit Robert like a bomb. The wine he'd just swallowed nearly choked him.

"An... Omega? What are you saying? Are you lying to me? Joffrey is clearly a beta!" Jon Arryn took a deep breath, trying to find words that wouldn't escalate the king's panic.

"Your Majesty, the maester confirmed with his own eyes, Prince Joffrey is an Omega, and he's having his first heat. And as you know the tradition... it demands that the omega be bound to the closest alpha, and as we know, the Lannisters are comprised only of betas." Robert felt the ground beneath him crumble.

The news hit him like a punch to the stomach. The cursed tradition said he should become Joffrey's alpha, his own son.

"This... This is absurd," Robert roared, his voice thick with drink. "I'm the King, I have power, I can't be bound to my own son..." He hesitated, failing to finish the sentence. The beta remained silent, observing the alpha, his face creased under his beard. He knew this revelation would shake the King, but there was no way to change an ancient tradition.

Robert, his mind racing, felt lost and trapped.

"I need to think," he finally said, his voice a mere whisper. "I need to understand... what this means." He rose, stumbling slightly, his mind muddled.

The beta, with a look of understanding, withdrew from the room, leaving the King alone with his thoughts.

The castle walls bore witness to the King's inner turmoil. Robert, faced with a new challenge that wasn't war.

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Joffrey lay in his bed, curled under the sheets, consumed by waves of feverish heat. His skin was slick with sweat, his fragile body trembling with discomfort. Gradually, the fever gave way to an uncontrollable desire, a yearning he’d never experienced before but that filled him with vulnerability.

He touched himself, seeking relief from the consuming heat, his hesitant fingers tracing the soft skin of his chest beneath his nightshirt, feeling a lump beginning to form.

The heat intensified with the touch, and Joffrey, instinctively, brought his hand between his legs, clutching the fabric of his clothes, searching for a solace only he could find.

The door burst open. The sight of the door opening, the abrupt noise, startled him. He flinched, instinctively trying to hide what he was doing.

Cersei entered the room like a whirlwind, her eyes blazing with a fury that chilled the air. At the sight of the scene, her expression darkened like a gathering storm.

"Already acting like a whorely omega, Joffrey?" Cersei hissed, her voice cold and sharp. The omega cringed, his pale skin and small body trembling under his mother's piercing gaze.

Cersei, implacable, approached. She grabbed Joffrey's face, squeezing tightly, her thin, cold fingers like talons. "You, my son, the future king! To be a plaything for your drunken, fat father!"

Joffrey, cornered, cowered under his mother's touch, filled with fear. He understood what she was saying.

"I… I don't want to…" Joffrey managed to stammer, his voice weak, his soul fragile.

Cersei, with a look of disdain, released Joffrey's face. "You have no choice," she said, her voice implacable, turning and leaving, her soul cold, immune to her son’s pleas.

Joffrey, abandoned to his fate, curled further into the bed. The fear, the heat, the confusion, all mingled within him, transforming into an internal storm, a tempest he couldn’t control, a storm that left him adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

The door closed, the dry, final sound like a cut to the throat. Joffrey, alone in his bed, the fever heat returning, the fear and confusion of his feelings mingling in his heart.

The days crawled by like torture. Joffrey, in his bed, consumed by a fever that seemed endless. The heat, the call of his body for an Alpha, tormented him with overwhelming force. He writhed in pain and desire, the heat burning him from within.

The ancestral tradition that obligated his father, King Robert, to take him, still hadn’t happened, and this was becoming his endless torment.

His body, weakened by the fever and heat, twisted in search of relief. His legs, trembling with pain and pleasure, involuntarily parted. His fingers, soaked in sweat and the hot liquid that trickled down his legs, clung to his opening.

The pain of the heat was intense, but the pleasure was overwhelming. The combination of the two trapped him in a cycle of suffering and relief, holding him captive in a frantic dance of his own body.

Joffrey moaned, cried, begged for an end, a relief that only an Alpha could give him. But the king, consumed by his own indecisions, was absent, trapped in his own dilemmas.

The fever, the heat, the pain, all merged into one deep anguish in the omega. He felt trapped in a labyrinth with no exit. With each moan, each tremor, each wave of heat, each desperate touch of his fingers, he felt more desperate, more lost, more alone.

The tradition, which should have been a solution, transformed into a relentless executioner. The promise of unity, which should have been a source of security, became an endless torment.

Joffrey, the prince, found himself cornered in a labyrinth of pain, desire, and anguish, completely at the mercy of his father who ignored him, an Alpha who abandoned him to the heat alone, a torture that was killing him slowly.

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Days passed, and Joffrey's body could take no more. The pain became a silent scream, clawing for relief. He felt torn apart from within, a boat adrift on a tempestuous sea.

With a superhuman effort, the omega rose. He was weak, sweat dripping down his face like tears. His tunic, thin and light, barely covered him, and the scent of his intense heat permeated the air.

He sought the door, his only goal at that moment to find relief with any alpha who appeared before him, even if it meant abandoning ancient traditions.

The pain was so overwhelming he couldn't even think of consequences, he just wanted to escape the fire consuming him from within, the storm that ravaged him.

With trembling legs, Joffrey opened the door, the cool night air rushing in like a breath of hope. He staggered outside, eyes wide, mind clouded by pain and confusion.

The night was dark, the moon hidden by dense clouds, the few torch flames piercing the shadows with a faint light, creating an empty scene.

Abandoned to his fate, Joffrey plunged into the darkness, seeking an alpha, a safe haven, an end to his agony. He didn't know what awaited him, but he knew he couldn't resist any longer.

He would surrender to the chaos, for the promise of relief, even if it came from a complete stranger.

The omega, with a throbbing stomach and a hazy mind, dragged his feet through the castle corridors. Every step was a torment, every breath an agony. He leaned against a cold wall, a stone barrier offering him a modicum of support.

"Damn heat! Damn it! Damn omega!" he cursed aloud, his voice hoarse and weak, the words lost in the dark corridors.

Suddenly, a noise made him freeze. It was the sound of heavy, unsteady footsteps coming toward him. Joffrey cowered, fear and pain mixing within him.

He turned slowly, his eyes meeting the figure of his father, Robert, the King. The man was more drunk than ever, swaying with a wine bottle in hand and a crooked smile on his face, undoubtedly returning from the cellar.

"Who are you? I've never seen you around here, pretty thing?" Robert asked, his voice slurred by drink, his gaze fixed on Joffrey.

Joffrey, cowering against the wall, could only murmur, "Father... it's me..."

Robert approached, his breath heavy with wine and sweat. "You... you're beautiful, my dear..." he said, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, his hand reaching out toward Joffrey.

Joffrey shrank further, fear taking hold of his body. He was in pain, exhausted, and terrified of what his father might do.

"Father... please... no..." he managed to whisper, his voice barely audible.

Robert, oblivious to the desperation in the stranger's eyes, continued to approach, his smile widening, his hand trembling slightly as he held the wine bottle, swaying dangerously.

"You... you... are a pretty thing..." he said, his hot breath brushing against Joffrey's face, the scent of wine mingling with the scent of the omega's vulnerability.

Joffrey closed his eyes, the pain intensifying, confusion growing. He knew he wouldn't be able to escape his own father at this moment.

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Robert's lips, damp with wine and saliva, pressed against Joffrey's with a brutal force that made the omega stumble. The bitter taste of wine invaded Joffrey's mouth, a whimper escaping his lips, a mix of desire and revulsion.

The king's strong arms wrapped around his body, squeezing him with an intensity that made him moan again. The heat of his father's touch, mixed with the strong scent of alcohol and sweat, sent a hot shiver through him.

Joffrey tried to break free from the king's hold, but even moving, he was held by Robert's hands as firm as hot steel.

"Easy, my dear... easy..." Robert murmured, his voice rough and thick, mingling with the sound of the omega's moan.

Joffrey shrank further, trying to hide within that embrace that imprisoned him.

"Father... stop..." he pleaded, his voice weak and trembling, lost in the whirlwind of conflicting sensations that overwhelmed him.

Robert, ignoring the omega calling him father, thinking it might be a strange fetish, his hand slipped down to the smaller body's lower region.

"Don't worry, darling, I'll be gentle. You smell so strong, I think this is your first heat, right?" Robert murmured, his voice rough and almost friendly, in contrast to the strength of his arms.

Joffrey, embarrassed and still trembling with fear, nodded, his cheeks flushed like roses.

"Come on, darling," Robert said, his voice now a bit firmer, his touch a bit more intense. He kissed Joffrey's neck, his hot and moist tongue gliding over the delicate skin, sending a shiver of fear and attraction through the omega.

With a strong, warm hand, Robert took Joffrey's soft hand, guiding him through the dark corridors of the fortress.

Joffrey let himself be led, his body trembling, his mind confused, his heart beating erratically.

He let his own father guide him through the silent fortress.

Arriving at the grand chamber, a reflection of power and wealth, Joffrey saw soft and thick carpets made from exotic animal fur covering the stone floor. The walls were adorned with richly embroidered tapestries depicting scenes of his father's battles and triumphs, a testament to the king's power. The candlelight, shining from massive gold candelabros, cast long shadows in the corners, giving the room an aura of mystery and fascination.

Robert, with a strong, warm hand, guided Joffrey to the bed, a gigantic bed, covered in silk and down, an island of complete comfort.

Joffrey trembled, feeling small and fragile in that grand setting, observing the details.

Robert knelt before Joffrey, his large, rough hand caressing the omega's delicate face.

"You are so beautiful, my dear," Robert said, his voice almost a whisper, his eyes shining with a light Joffrey couldn't decipher.

Joffrey shrank further, his lips trembling, his eyes filled with doubts, feeling vulnerable.

"Don't be afraid, my love," Robert said, his touch intensifying, his fingers gliding along Joffrey's thin chin.

Joffrey forced himself to look into the king's eyes, the eyes that both fascinated and frightened him at the same time.

"I... I... never..." Joffrey managed to stammer, his voice trembling and weak.

"It's alright, my dear," Robert said, his voice soothing, almost calming. "I'll take care of you."

Joffrey, still trembling, let himself fall onto the bed, the soft, cold silk welcoming his hot, trembling body.

Robert's eyes stared intensely at him, filled with pure desire.

Robert's large hands pulled at Joffrey's thin tunic, revealing small, forming breasts, soft and rosy, and below, a new and glistening entrance, moistened by the heat, pulsing in search of relief.

Joffrey moaned in anticipation, feeling the king's hands glide over his body, uncovering his youthful curves. He shrank back on the bed, trying to hide from the invasive touch and the intense gaze that fixed upon him.

Robert observed Joffrey's body with a mixture of desire and fascination. He caressed the omega's small breasts, his thick fingers gliding over the delicate skin.

"You're so beautiful, my dear," Robert said, his voice rough and thick, filled with intense desire.

Joffrey cowered even more, trying to shield himself from the invasive touch, the gaze that undressed him.

"Father... please..." he managed to murmur, his voice trembling and weak.

"Don't worry, darling," Robert said, his fingers sliding over Joffrey's belly, reaching the small, wet entrance.

The omega flinched, desire and anticipation consuming him. He was completely at the mercy of the alpha.

Robert's thick, experienced fingers, toyed with the small entrance, feeling the resistance of the virgin muscle and the tension in the young body.

"I'm really lucky, darling, you're new," Robert said, his voice rough and deep, full of a selfish satisfaction.

Joffrey cowered even more, fear paralyzing him with shame.

"...please..." he moaned, his voice lost in the sound of his own whimpers.

"Enjoy it darling," Robert said, his fingers continuing to explore the omega's entrance, searching for the right spot, the key that would awaken more pleasure.

Joffrey flinched, his body trembling, his eyes closed, feeling good.

The fingers continued to explore Joffrey's body, gliding with deceptive gentleness over the omega's soft, sensitive skin. He stroked the small red bud that revealed itself between his fingers.

Joffrey moaned, feeling the king's fingers move around his never-explored part, awakening a sensation of intense heat.

He clutched at the thick sheets, feeling his body tremble.

Robert laughed, his voice rough and thick. The omega cowered even more, his eyes closed.

Robert continued to caress the small red bud, twisting the sensitive tissue between his fingers.

The omega moaned again, a sound of pain and pleasure, an expression of intense, uncontrollable desire.

Robert lowered his pants, revealing a large, erect member. His left hand stroked itself with unbridled urgency, while his right hand went up to Joffrey's small breasts, kneading them with a force that made the omega moan.

"You're so small, my dear," Robert said, his voice sensual. "I'll take care of you."

Robert moved closer to Joffrey, his erect, hot member hovering over the omega's body.

"Don't worry, my love," Robert said, his voice soft, almost calming. "I'll be gentle."

Joffrey flinched with fear and desire, he knew what awaited him.

Robert, with a determined expression, moved closer to the omega's entrance, his erect, hot member hovering over the small body. Trying to fit in, but only making the young figure move away, a moan of fear and pain escaping his lips.

Robert's strong arms wrapped around the small omega's body, holding him firmly, preventing him from moving further.

"Calm down," Robert said, his voice rough.

He kissed the rosy lips in an intense, domineering kiss.

Joffrey moaned, returning the kiss.

"Father..." he managed to murmur, his voice trembling and weak, almost lost.

Robert smiled as his thick fingers glided over the omega's delicate skin.

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With the omega calmer, Robert repositioned himself, his erect, hot member hovering over the small opening.

The alpha carefully fitted in, feeling the resistance of the muscle. Joffrey cried out in discomfort, pain invading him with an intensity that made him moan loudly, a sound of suffering.

Only for the alpha to slam with force into the tight interior, making Joffrey moan even louder, a completely different sound.

Robert, with an expression of victory, moved steadily, but still with care, searching for the right, ideal rhythm to bring the omega to his peak.

Joffrey moaned loudly, a primal, intense sound that echoed through the grand chamber, an expression of unprecedented pleasure, a sensation that filled him completely. He had never been touched like this before, had never felt so much pleasure and intensity at the same time.

Robert's firm hands gripped his waist, guiding his movements, accelerating with more force.

While hungry lips turned to the breasts, sucking them with the same intensity with which a baby feeds on breast milk. Joffrey arched his back, letting out a silent moan.

He could no longer control his movements, nor think of anything besides the sensation of pleasure that filled him completely.

Joffrey's body swayed in rhythm with Robert's movements.

Joffrey screamed loudly, a sound of intense, uncontrollable pleasure, a cry of freedom and satisfaction. His body trembled with pleasure, his mind clouded.

He had never felt so much pleasure in his life as he did now.

Soon after, he felt his father grunt, a primal, intense sound, an expression of satisfaction and freedom. The alpha moved forcefully inside him, finding his final point, his point of satisfaction.

Joffrey cried out in pleasure as he came, his body contracting with an intensity that left him exhausted and satisfied.

Robert fell on top of him shortly after, also reaching his climax, his breathing heavy and his fat body tired, falling asleep soon after.

Joffrey, exhausted tried to move, but was stopped by the weight of Robert's body on top of him. The alpha was sleeping soundly, his breathing heavy and regular.

He snorted, irritated and uncomfortable, feeling the alpha's limp member still inside him. Moving his legs carefully, he tried to get rid of that invasive presence, but the member was stuck, and his entrance was still sensitive and sore.

He moved again, feeling the sliding of the limp member inside him, a strange and unpleasant sensation.

"Father... Father..." he murmured, his voice weak and trembling, trying to wake the alpha.

But Robert didn't respond, his sleep deep and relentless. Joffrey moved again, and finally managed to get free of the weight of the alpha's fat body.

He turned irritably, settling back into the sheets and closing his eyes again to sleep.

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When Robert woke up with his head pounding, another day his temples ached, clearly showing the hangover that plagued him with unbearable intensity. He moved in bed, trying to find a more comfortable position, only to be startled when he felt a warm, soft body next to him.

Frowning in confusion, he forced himself to open his eyes, feeling a headache. He barely remembered bringing anyone to bed the night before. He had drunk a lot, as usual, but this time he had gone a little overboard to have lost track of reality and brought a prostitute to his bed.

He opened his eyes, his vision still blurry from the hangover, and was met with a naked, small, and delicate body, with honey-blond hair scattered on the pillow. His son, Joffrey, was naked in his bed, sleeping soundly, looking tired from the previous activities.

Robert gasped, confusion and horror mixing in his stomach. He couldn't believe what he saw. He had slept with his own son.

The alpha mentally cursed himself, feeling a great shame invading him.

Robert cowered in bed, guilt and horror washing over him like a cold wave. He couldn't believe what he had done. He had slept with Joffrey, like a cursed Targaryen would do with their kin.

He tried to get up, but his hangover prevented him from doing more than sitting up. He looked at Joffrey, still sleeping soundly, his soft, rosy skin under the soft blankets, his innocence seeming disconcerting.

Robert felt disgusted. He didn't want to have done that. He had broken all boundaries, all taboos. He had violated his own son, and now the omega who belonged to him by right.

He got up with difficulty, his head throbbing, his body tired. He had to get out of that room, out of that bed, out of that horror. He had to hide from the shame, the guilt, the fear.

He dressed in the clothes fallen on the floor with clumsy movements, his mind confused, his soul torn. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to face it, he didn't know how to live with the guilt that haunted him.

He left the room with heavy steps, his head down, his eyes fixed on the floor. He couldn't look at anyone, he couldn't face the world that seemed hostile to him, that would condemn him for his actions.

The alpha walked through the castle, trying to escape guilt and shame, not knowing where to go.

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Joffrey opened his eyes, the morning sunlight filtering through the cracks in the heavy curtains of the royal chamber. He felt confused, disoriented, his head throbbing with a strange sense of discomfort.

He tried to get up, but felt a sharp pain in his lower body, a feeling of pain and weakness. He huddled back in bed, remembering what had happened.

He remembered the heat, the pleasure, his father's touch.

He felt disgusted by the fluids in his pussy and ashamed knowing that he could already be carrying a cursed child and brother given by his father's seed.

He called for a guard with a trembling voice, asking the man to call a servant for his bath. And in a few hours, an elderly servant with a kind smile presented herself to him with a look of understanding, helping him to rise from the bed, changing the soiled sheets while another prepared a fresh bath for him.

The lady helped him into the tub, the heat of the water easing the pain and tension in his body.

Joffrey leaned back in the tub, his thoughts quiet. He didn't know what to do when he saw the king.

For now, he let himself be carried away by the warmth of the water, and the care of the servant.

He knew it would do no good to stew in it.