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Inspired by and with text from "God Emperor of Dune" by Frank Herbert.
The majordomo pushed a button which was immediately followed by a whirring sound. The blurred outline of a man descended from a glass tube and landed softly on his feet. The majordomo opened the glass door, and the ghola stepped into the stone chamber.
“You! My sworn enemy! A curse be upon your house!”
“Who is this, Lord?” the majordomo asked, gesturing at the creature standing timidly before them. Red wavy hair tumbled in layers, framing his face and resting softly on his shoulders. He was not a large man, but his frame was lean, his shoulders firm. The majordomo detected a slight curl in the ghola’s full lips, which if he was not so apprehensive, might have been taken for arrogance.
“Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen! His family nearly snuffed out my entire line!”
“Good day, Lord,” the ghola said with a timid yet reverent bow of the head.
“You will speak only when spoken to, you insolent boy!” shouted Leto.
Moneo looked at Leto and rotated his arm horizontally, pantomiming the end that so many Duncans had faced because of the God Emperor’s wrath.
“No, Moneo.” Leto rolled his cart to the back wall of the chamber. He gestured to Moneo, who followed him.
“Lord, I implore you. You have eradicated Duncans who have posed far less of a threat.”
“Don’t tell me what I already know, Moneo!”
“At best, the Tleilaxu have been grossly negligent. At worst, this could be a trap.”
“And what are we supposed to do, Moneo, declare war on the Tleilaxu?” asked Leto. Moneo had nothing to say. He was trapped. They were trapped. “He is an excellent fighter, in some ways superior to a Duncan. As my father before me, I believe I must let this play out.”
Leto rolled his cart closer to the ghola.
“Have my Fish Speakers been good to you?”
“Oh, yes, Lord, very hospitable.” Feyd’s light cheeks bloomed into a blush when he remembered the Fish Speakers bathing him the night before.
“I can see from your blushing that you speak the truth,” Leto said with a grin. “Congratulations. You are now commander-in-chief of the Fish Speaker army. They are all at your disposal, in more ways than one. You may enjoy yourself as you see fit with any woman who will have you.”
“Except one,” Leto said sternly. “Hwi Noree. My betrothed.”
“Certainly, Lord.” Feyd, newly awakened to consciousness, was not yet in control of natural emotions. But he did his best to hide his disappointment before the intimidating monstrosity before him. All of the women in the God Emperor’s employ were strong and beautiful. But Hwi, made by Ixian engineers, was the most beautiful of all.
“Well then, I believe we’re done here. Rest well, ghola. Security arrangements begin bright and early tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Lord,” Feyd said, bowing before approaching the glass tube that would return him to his chambers.
Moneo could not help but ask himself: what did the God Emperor have in store?
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Feyd held his palm over the palm lock and the door opened with a click. He stepped into his chambers. He stopped in his tracks with what he saw before him.
She was sitting elegantly in a plush chair, her fine brown skin glowing, her brown eyes bright, her long black braids slung over her left shoulder, her blue dress clinging to the perfect curves of her breasts and thighs. Hwi Noree. Lovely Hwi.
“You shouldn’t be here. Please leave,” pleaded Feyd.
“We need to discuss our attractions for one another,” said Hwi, her rich voice sweet and seductive.
“What attractions?” asked Feyd.
“Please, Feyd, you’re a terrible liar,” replied Hwi. “I can see it. And I feel the same. I want to hurl myself into your arms and feel the love that I know is there.”
“No! The Lord, he will kill us both!”
“I’ve been ordered never to touch you!” cried Feyd.
“If he knows it would hurt me, the Lord will not harm you. And he will never harm me, no matter what I do,” said Hwi.
“What if you conceive?” asked Feyd.
“If there’s to be a child, then there will be a child,” replied Hwi.
She rose from the chair and stepped towards Feyd. From a standing position, her blue dress clung to her goddess body even more beautifully. Feyd could do nothing more but let her approach. Hwi drew her arms around his firm waist and buried her face in his tunic. He could smell the sweet musk from her hair and skin. He lifted her chin.
“This is insane.” He kissed her. Then, he carried her to the bedroom.
Hwi untied the drawstrings at the neck of Feyd’s tunic and kissed the soft skin there before peeling it off him altogether. She drew her palms across his firm chest and shoulders. She unzipped his trousers, and he removed them himself. He needed her to assist, but Feyd removed Hwi’s blue dress. They kneeled on the bed facing each other, Hwi’s arms atop Feyd’s shoulders. He drew his thumb across her nipple, and she moaned before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him, her tongue slipping past his full lips.
“I’ve done wrong in this!” Feyd could remember almost nothing about his life. But as he again felt the kiss and touch of a beautiful woman, he saw flashes of past wrongdoings. He could not piece them together. But deep down, he was terrified of what he may have done. Rape. Murder. Turning a blind eye as his uncle ravaged nearly every youth on Giedi Prime.
“Feyd, sweet Feyd,” Hwi said reassuringly. “Do you remember?”
“If you did remember, would you have remorse?”
“Yes. I have remorse for what I do not remember.”
“Will you do wrong in this now?” she asked.
“Never!” he shouted. He kissed her and lay her down on the bed. Her pleasure would be his penance and his redemption. He moved his tongue in circular motions upon her clit. She moaned and quivered. He held himself up above her and was about to enter.
Then, there was a loud crash at the door. The hinges broke. The sound of turning wheels terrified Feyd. He looked at the door. Perched atop his cart was the God Emperor himself. Feyd screamed and threw himself underneath the covers. Hwi simply lay on her stomach, resting her chin in her hand and looking completely nonchalant.
“Hello, my love.” She could feel the sheets beneath her trembling with Feyd’s terror.
“Feyd! What did I tell you?” shouted Leto.
“Mercy, Lord, I beg you, mercy!” Feyd pleaded from underneath the covers.
“Do not insult me, you coward! You think I couldn’t see this?” There was a long, intentional silence. Feyd awaited the crushing weight of Leto’s body. Instead, Hwi alighted the bed and stood in perfect nudity before the God Emperor.
“My love.” She touched and kissed his cowled cheek. Her tongue darted between her lips and tasted of the spice essence. The worm moaned. She squeezed a larger amount and kneaded the purple essence between her fingers. Spreading her legs apart, she inserted the God Emperor’s essence.
“Come here, Feyd,” Hwi said sweetly. Feyd shook his head and remained beneath the covers.
“Now, Feyd, or I will kill you!” shouted Leto. Feyd reached for his trousers atop the sheets. “No! As you are!” Feyd tiptoed next to Hwi. There they were, two gorgeous, naked humans before an enormous worm deity. Hwi sucked more essence from Leto’s face and kissed Feyd, transferring droplets onto his tongue. Hwi took more essence with her hands and glided the slick substance up and down Feyd’s hard cock.
“It is time,” said Leto. Hwi took Feyd’s hand and guided him back to bed. Now, he entered. Hard and fast. Their tongues and loins burned with the spice essence. As their physical ecstasy was building, so were the ecstatic and frightening visions that accompanied the essence. Hwi giggled with delight; she knew to let the visions flow through her like water. But Feyd was terrified. He could now see that Harkonnens used cruelty to cover up the fear that consumed them always, fear like that of an abandoned child. He saw visions from his past more clearly. Oh, shame! He saw visions from a future that was either inevitable or possible. Horrible wars. Famine. The near destruction of the human race. He screamed. Then he came. Then, post-coital peace.
Leto did not kill Hwi. He did not kill Feyd. He did not even rage. He remained stationary atop his cart as the pair sighed with relaxed pleasure, and he grinned broadly.
“Through what has transpired today, the Golden Path shall continue.” Leto began to wheel himself from the room, and Hwi and Feyd collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Leto wheeled down the corridor in a state of complete satisfaction. He played over some past memories. He recalled the Reverend Mother’s rage at his father’s conception. An Atreides daughter was supposed to mate with Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, ending the feud forever and passing on two sets of unstoppable genes.
But what about the decadent Corrino Empire? The violent Harkonnen fiefdom on Giedi Prime? The oppression of the Fremen? The perpetual exploitation of Arrakis? The love between his mother and father? His sister? The Golden Path.
Now, the galaxy had it all. The end of violence. The end of chaos. Harkonnen genes without Harkonnen violence. Harkonnen genes mingling with Atreides genes at this very moment. And Hwi. Lovely Hwi.
And as Leto entered his chamber to retire for the evening, he couldn’t help but think:
That Bene Gesserit breeding program has nothing on mine!
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