Under the Veil | Part 9
Summary: Leto chooses Sierra over sleep
Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x OFC
Words: 4935
A/N: Please note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there. Also, it's my first time writing some of this stuff you'll see in the warnings. I tried my best...
Warnings: mentions of death, also terribly written smut, oral sex and what I think is called cock warming
18+ minors DNI
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Sierra stared at herself in the mirror. She probably looked worse than when Jessica woke her up five hours earlier. She had mercifully let go of her corset and replaced it with a more comfortable nightgown, and her body thanked her for with it every movement she made. She put her robe on before she stepped out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, where she found Leto sitting on her bed. He hadn’t moved from where she had left him about half-an-hour before, still in his uniform, his elbows resting on his thighs, his head down, eyes staring at nothing. He looked exhausted, both mentally and physically, and she could see the wheels turning inside his mind, questions after questions, finding no good answer.
“Hey,” she cooed, as she softly took his face between her hands, and made him look up at her. “You need to sleep.”
He shook his head as he covered her hands with his. “I can’t think straight.”
“That’s why you need to sleep,” she repeated, wishing she weren’t so tired so she could soothe him with her gifts. But only one other person could help him relax enough to allow him a decent sleep. “Do you want me to get Jessica?”
A sad smile appeared on his face, the same smile he had every time she mentioned Jessica in moments like these. He wished she would stop, he wished she understood that she was enough for him, and that he was perfectly happy when he was with her, his wife. He loved Jessica, but he had vowed to love her too, and she was enough. She was more than enough.
“Will you sing to me, that song I like?” he asked, his voice bearing the traces of his fatigue.
She tilted her head to the side and gave him a small smile.
“That song is a prayer for the dead. I don’t like singing it to you like it’s a lullaby.”
“You never told me why you were singing that song that night.”
No, she hadn’t. Because he never asked. And it had been a relief when, instead of asking her what the words unknown to him meant, he had complimented her voice and the melody of the requiem, and had asked her to sing it to him. She found it quite sad to help him fall asleep on such sorrowful words. He had caught her one night he was supposed to be with Jessica, when he just wanted to see her and bid her good night, but had found himself unable to leave her after hearing the mournful song.
“Who was it for?”
She sighed. He saw the light in her eyes fade away and the grief return to her features at the memory of the loved-one she lost too son.
“Jason had a twin brother.”
“Did he?”
“His name was Eric,” she continued, her voice but a whisper, as if speaking louder would summon his ghost.
“What happened to him?”
“He died of overexposure,” she answered as a matter-of-factly, as if detaching herself from the incident.
“Did he… get lost?” Leto asked, puzzled as to how a Valen could die in the wild as the gifts they were born with were all they needed to survive in the hardest conditions.
“No,” she shook her head as she frowned, as if the misunderstanding bothered her, as if the truth needed to be said, to be known. “My mother got sick. Really sick. No healer could help her. She would just get sick again. Eric was a healer, like me. He thought if… if he…,” she paused, swallowed the lump in her throat before she took a deep breath and tried to chase the tears away from her eyes as Leto squeezed her wrists to let her know he understood, to give her the strength to go on. “He thought if he could give her his all, she would heal for good.”
“But he died.”
“But he died.”
“And then your mother died.
“And then my mother died.”
He gently cupped her cheek with his hand, and she closed her eyes as she leaned into his touch.
“You can sing me another song,” he told her after a moment of silence.
He felt her smile against his palm, and she nodded.
“I know a great lullaby. About a king in the desert.”
Leto chuckled. “Do you, really? Do you know of one about a king who manipulated his way to his kingdom?”
“It hasn’t been written yet, I’m afraid,” she sighed as she put her hands on his shoulders. “But I’m sure my father will inspire some poets back home.”
“Then you’ll sing it to me once they write it.”
She ran her fingers on the fabric of his uniform, trying not to think about how handsome he looked in it, trying to find a button, or anything, to help him out of his outfit.
“It was his plan all along, wasn’t it?” she asked after a few seconds of silence, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the medal adorning his chest.
“Probably.”
“What will you do? Can you… not do as he proposes?”
“I don’t see why I wouldn’t. It is a good idea. It’s… the only idea.”
“And just like that all your problems… gone.”
“Your father certainly is the gift that keeps on giving…”
A sarcastic laugh escaped her. “He’s not that generous. He just backed the right horse…”
“Who’s the horse?” Leto raised an eyebrow playfully.
“He planted a seed, and now he’s reaping what he sowed.”
“It could not work…”
“It will work. My father would not be doing this if he wasn’t certain of his success.”
“Then I suppose it is a good thing, that I was only a piece on his chessboard, given how good a player he is.”
“At least you’re the most important piece,” she teased as she slid her hands behind his neck. “So, you will say yes then?”
“The risk is great. But, when you’re in a corner, the only way to get out is to attack, isn’t it?”
“My father never starts a fight he can’t win. He will keep all his promises. Although, he isn’t as honest as I told you he was…”
“Then he’s disappointed both of us.”
“For the last time, I hope.”
Leto nodded in agreement. “What more could he want?”
“I don’t know,” she said, with a yawn she concealed with a hand. “But I know what I want right now.”
She moved closer to him, and he trapped her between his legs as she slid her hands in his curls.
“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow at her. “And what is that?”
“I really want to know how to open that jacket,” she whispered, making him laugh.
He took her hand and brought it to his chest, ran her fingers alongside the collar down to his heart where he helped her found the button. Button after button, he worked with her, worked himself out of his uniform. He quickly disregarded the vest before he pulled her to him and crashed his mouth onto hers. His large hands traveled on her body, from her back to her waist, from her hips to her ass. He kissed her deeply, devouring her, as if he was starving for her. She moaned into his mouth, his sudden desire sending shivers down her spine.
“Leto,” she protested. “That’s not what I…”
“I need you.”
“You need to sleep.”
“I need you more.”
He kissed away her objections, her disapproval fading away at the touch of his lips. His beard prickled her skin as his mouth explored her throat, her neck, her chest…
“Leto,” she breathed, his name like a plea on her lips.
She wasn’t sure what she was asking for, wasn’t sure what she wanted. She hadn’t expected them to do anything more than just sleep. Sleep they desperately needed. But it seemed like her husband had other priorities.
“I need you,” he murmured, out of breath, his heart beating fast with lust.
“Okay,” she sighed, putting her hands on his forearms, expecting him to lift her up and lay her down on the bed like he usually did.
“No, sweet girl. I need you to do something for me.”
She gave him a confused look, hoping he would be clear and direct, as she was too tired to play riddles with him. He took her left hand and brought it to the bulge in his pants, holding her gaze to try and catch any discomfort or any sign from her that she didn’t want to do this.
“I need your mouth on me, my love,” he said, he asked, taking her by surprise as he had never asked that of her before. “Do you think you can do that for me?”
He couldn’t tell, between the weariness and the uncertainty, if he saw any fear in her eyes. But he felt like he would die if he couldn’t get that from her, as if seeing her on her knees, her gorgeous lips around him, would fix all his problems.
He took her face in his hands and started planting kisses all over, quick and chaste kisses as he whispered, as he begged, for his wife to give him what he wanted, what he needed. She couldn’t think straight as he kept calling her by those nicknames he had chosen for her, and that he kept for the bedroom: “my sweet girl, my brave girl, my love.” She didn’t know if he knew the effects those had on her, like he was casting a spell, making it impossible for her to refuse him.
“I don’t know how,” she quickly confessed, her cheeks turning redder with embarrassment.
“Just do as I say, I promise it’ll be okay.”
She gave him a quick nod, her heart pounding heavily in her chest as she waited for his instructions.
“Be a good girl and kneel for me, my love.”
She hesitated for a few seconds, but then did as he asked. He stood from the bed, making sure to keep her yes on her. The sight of her and her big bright eyes looking up at him almost made him come in his pants right then and there. He unbuttoned his trousers and removed what was left of his clothes as he set them aside with the rest of his uniform. Sierra chose to keep her eyes on the disregarded clothes. It had only been a little over two weeks since her wedding night, and she was still uncomfortable with a man’s anatomy, even with her husband’s. He kicked his shoes under the bed quickly so they would not come in the way at any point in time. He sat back on the bed and put a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
“You know you can stop this at any time, right?”
“Yes, Leto, I know.”
He gave her a pleased smile before he nodded.
“Remember when we were in the bath the other day?” he asked, and she nodded as she blushed at the memory.
She remembered well the bath from a few days before. He had claimed to want to hear her come, over and over again, and had focused on her pleasure that night before taking her to his bathroom like he usually did. She had asked him if he wanted to resume the night’s activities in his bed and they had come to a compromise.
Sierra gathered the courage to look down from his face and found him fully erect before her. She rose on her knees so she could position herself comfortably enough to do what he needed from her. She hesitantly and carefully wrapped her fingers around him, afraid she would hurt him somehow. She slowly moved her hand up, caressing the tip with her thumb like he had taught her to do. She tried to remember everything he had told her, so as to not hurt him or go too fast. She looked up to see if he was enjoying himself – or at the very least to make sure she wasn’t causing him pain – and found him leaning back, biting his lower lip and with his eyes closed. The look on his face started a fire, making her burn with a desire of her own, as it reminded her of the way it had made her feel that first time she had brought him pleasure. At that moment, she understood why he had been so eager to focus on her pleasure instead of his own. She tried her best, although she knew she lacked confidence and experience. But she had noticed it was something he liked about her. That was where the nicknames had come from.
“Will you use your mouth, my sweet girl?” he asked softly, as he looked back down at her, bringing a hand to her head and caressing her hair, the gesture soothing her as much as it soothed him.
She swallowed nervously, expecting some instruction on how exactly to do it, although she wondered if it were so simple she should already know, or already have done it.
“Just the tip, see if you like it, okay?”
She nodded as she took a deep breath, readying herself for the new experience. If it could bring him some pleasure after the day they just had, then she would do it. She would do anything to make him feel better, as she knew he would do the same.
She sheepishly brought her mouth to his length, and he released a breath as she put her lips on him. He was big, too big for her. He had always been, and she had always thought so, ever since their wedding night. But he took such good care of her before and after that it was worth it, although she preferred it when he used his tongue, and he knew that too. He knew all the things that she did to please him, all the things she would be willing to do if he only asked. That power he had over her turned him crazy.
He helped her help him, talked her through it, telling her what to do, what not to do, for him and for her. “Don’t try and take too much, breathe at the right moment, move your hand, your fingers, your tongue…” She carefully listened to his every word, wanting to give him everything he wanted. She could feel it when she did something right, she could feel him, as she heard him. His moans and groans were more encouraging than his words and eventually she found a rhythm that worked for both of them. His fingers were lost in her hair as his hand moved with her, although not controlling her.
Lost in the much-needed distracting pleasure, he had kept his eyes closed, depriving himself of the view. He looked down as he heard her gag, just to make sure she was alright, or if she needed to stop. But she didn’t stop. His gaze met hers, and the sight of his wife on her knees, looking up at him with her big bright eyes, as she held him in his mouth, made him go insane. Two conflicting desires clashed inside of him as he hesitated between holding her right there as he came inside her mouth or stopping her right at that moment to fuck her senseless and give back what she had given him, only to come inside her womb.
Oh, how he was dying to hear those beautiful sounds she made.
He stopped her, suddenly, but gently, pulling her away. He ignored her startled look and lifted her off the floor to lay her on the bed. She tried to speak but found herself speechless as she bounced on the mattress before he moved to pin her down. Her robe was already opened, giving view to the long white satin nightdress covering her. He tried to lift it off her but found its length, and the slippery material, very frustrating, and opted to rip it off her instead.
“Leto!” she gasped as he tore the gown apart.
He said nothing, focused on getting her as naked as he was. He threw the robe and the destroyed nightgown away before he slid his hands under her thighs and brought her under him.
“Was I not doing it right?” she asked as she opened her legs to him.
“You were perfect, my sweet girl,” he reassured her. “But I need you now."
She whined as he slid two fingers inside her, complaining about the sudden uncomfortable pressure in her belly. He was acting differently than usual. He was greedier. More impatient. She gasped and panted as he moved his fingers in and out of her, too fast for her or her body to make any sense of it. But it didn’t need to make sense. She tried to reach for him, but he was cruel and kept away from her, finding a deep pleasure watching his wife squirm under him. He made it a challenge to himself to make her orgasm with only his fingers, depriving her or that relief he knew she was craving. He made sure to avoid her clit, as he found it too easy to make her come like that. He had learnt a lot about her in the past two weeks.
She called for him, sobbed his name as he refused to give her what she wanted. He wanted her to feel the same ache he was, the same hunger, to want him as much as he wanted her. Her hips jerked into his hand, and he knew she was closed as she clenched around his fingers. He felt like taking it all away as she was so close to her end.
He finally allowed her to touch him, leaning forward as he removed his fingers, earning himself a cry of discontent from her. She was all over him as soon as she could, moving her hands from his chest to his shoulder to his face to his hair. She slid her fingers into his curls as she pulled him into a hungry and desperate kiss. She moved her pelvis against his and felt him smile against her mouth. He knew what she wanted, because he wanted it too. He couldn’t get enough of her touch, begging for him, her lips on his face, her hands on his skin... and he would have made her wait if it weren’t for his own burning desire.
He slid his hands behind her back and rolled to his side, holding her close to him. She deepened the kiss, unwilling to let him go, worried he would let her go. She clung to him like he was a vital part of her, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him to her as she was pushing against him. He happily gave her all she was asking for, his large hands travelling across her body, caressing every inch of her as if his touch could take all the pain and doubts and fear away, leaving behind only the traces of his love and desire for her. He softly ran his fingertips down her thigh, before sliding his hand underneath it. She called his name in a desperate whisper, moving her hips against him.
“I know what you want my sweet girl,” he murmured as he brushed his nose against hers before placing a languid kiss on her lips.
“Please,” she mewled, moving her fingers on his cheek.
Her begging sent him over the edge as he had held on for too long. He gently pushed himself inside her, mercifully. He groaned as he entered her, losing himself in the pleasure. She whined a quiet complaint, as she always did, needing some time to get used to his large length, waiting for him to make it feel good, as he always did.
“You fit me so well, my perfect girl,” he cooed as he rolled his hips into her, earning himself another complaint. “I know, my love,” he softly murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I know.”
She wrapped her arm around his neck, her hand gripped at his shoulder, her eyes shut closed as she buried her head in his neck. He didn’t like to see her like this, he wanted to give her pleasure, not pain. He brought his fingers to her sex, finding that spot she liked easily. She released a sigh as he started to move his fingers and he felt her relax against him.
“That’s it,” he encouraged her as she started to move with him.
“Leto,” she moaned.
“I’m here, sweet girl, I’m with you.”
They moved together, quicker, faster, deeper. The room filled with his groans and her moans and his sweet words and her calling his name. He held her against him, his hand resting on her lower back. She trembled in his arms, and he followed her as she fell back on the mattress, moving onto his knees, hovering over her so he could see her, all of her, as she unraveled under him. His eyes found her tempting breasts bouncing slightly on her chest. She let out a cry of dissatisfaction when his fingers left her clit and pouted as his large hand came to cover her small breast.
“Look at you. So perfect.”
He picked up the pace, taking control, going faster and harder than she could handle. She hiccupped and sobbed as he thrusted into her, searching deep within her for his end. His hands had found her hips and she covered them with her own, taking what he was giving her as she knew he wanted her to. She felt him throb inside her knowing his climax was close, trying to hold onto hers.
“Come, my sweet girl, come for me.”
It was almost as if he was allowing her to climax, although it wasn’t his permission she wanted, or needed. She pulled on his hands, on his wrists, on his arms, but he wouldn’t bulge. He would stay up there, where he could watch her fall apart.
“Please, Sierra.”
The use of her name startled her as he always called her by those sweet nicknames that made her weak. She felt even more exposed somehow, making her want to hide even more.
“Leto,” she whined as she held out her arms, reaching for him, begging him to come and cover her, to come and hold her.
He didn’t slow down although he knew she was too uncomfortable to let herself relax enough to climax. He let go of her hips, sliding a hand on her belly, pinning her down as his other hand found her clit once more.
She gasped and moaned as her pleasure built up once more, making her whole body quiver. Her hips jerked into him as he ran circles with his thumb around her damp clit. Slowly at first, but there was no time for that.
“Oh, please,” she sobbed and cried. “Please, Leto.”
He rubbed her clit faster, and she clenched around him as she cried out, her sudden orgasm unleashing waves of pleasure shattering through her body.
He watched as she became a sobbing mess, her hands fisting the sheets as she arched her back. He focused on her face, feeling her trembling body in his hands, drinking in the gorgeous sight of her, savoring the sweet noises she made, setting off his own climax as his thrusts became harder, deeper. Her walls spasmed around his length and she felt him pulse as he spilled himself inside her, triggering a second orgasm. He moved his thumb relentlessly on her clit as he carried her through it, an uncontrollably long deep moan escaped her as she bit her lower lip.
He couldn’t look away, completely mesmerized by her, by her beauty, by her innocence.
Oh, how lucky he was that she was his wife, that she trusted him, that she let him touch her, kiss her, love her.
He couldn’t resist her any longer and he leaned forward and put his mouth on her belly, moving his lips and tongue up her body, kissing and licking his way up to her face. She put her hands on him as soon as she could, her fingers finding his curls as his mouth found hers.
“You’re always so good to me, my love,” he whispered against her lips. “So perfect. So brave.”
He planted kisses all over her face as she slid her fingers onto his face, exploring his features, his beard pricking at her skin.
She hummed for only answer, lacking the words, enjoying his closeness, his kindness. He smiled at her as he saw she was staring at him, looking at him, watching him, seeing him. He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, and placed a kiss on her knuckles. He was still buried deep within her, and he only wanted one more thing from her.
“Sierra, my love,” he murmured as he brushed his nose alongside hers.
Her eyes sparkled and her heart fluttered in her chest at the use of her name and nickname. He had never done that before. She wished he would only call her that for the rest of her life.
She hummed again, brushing a strand of curls away from his forehead before cupping his cheek with her hand. He leaned over to place a warm kiss on her lips that she heartily returned.
“Can I ask one more thing from you, my sweet girl?”
“Anything.”
“Anything?” he raised an eyebrow, challenging her promise.
“Yes, Leto. I want to give you everything.”
Her unexpected words surprised him, and caused all of his doubts to emerge from the guilty place where his love for her resided. Who was he that she wanted to give him everything? How dared he take more from her than he already had? How did he get so lucky? Would he be selfish and take what she was innocently giving him?
He grinned at her once he understood her words, as he felt the same way, but would use other words to express it. To tell her he loved her as she loved him.
His lips crashed against hers, opening her mouth, his tongue almost immediately meeting hers. She moaned into the kiss but then whined as he suddenly rolled his hips into hers again.
“I want to stay inside of you as we sleep. Do you think you can do that for me, my sweet girl?”
She opened her mouth, but only stuttering sounds came out as she tried to comprehend the stunning unexpected request.
“Y- you want to… to sleep like… like this?”
“Yes, my love,” he said before placing a kiss in the crook of her neck. “Please.”
“Uh… w- would that… make you… feel good?”
“Yes, it would.”
“Oh… o-okay.”
She wasn’t sure if she could do it, and wondered if she would even be able to fall asleep that way, or if it would become painful after a while. But she was determined to keep her promise. Determined to make her husband feel better at all costs.
“Okay?” he asked her to repeat, asked her to be sure, but she nodded. Of course she nodded.
His hands moved behind her back, and he gently lifted her off the mattress. She bit her lower lip as she tried to remain quiet, as to not make any complaining noise that would worry him, or worse, ruin his pleasure. He brought the sheets over them as he laid back on the pillows, wrapping his arms around her, securing her against his chest.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she winced, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“We can stop at any time.”
“I know.”
She closed her eyes and did her best to hide her discomfort as she felt him harden inside of her.
“Breathe, Sierra.”
She kicked herself mentally, wishing she wasn’t doing such a poor job at concealing her uneasiness.
“Sorry.”
“No need to apologize,” he said as he brushed strands of hair away from her face.
He brought a finger to her chin and made her look up at him. He gently ran his fingers on her pained features, holding her gaze, hoping she could see all of his love for her in his eyes.
“Just feel me.”
She considered his words for a moment. She followed his advice and took a deep breath, and let herself and her body go. She was in her husband’s arms, the best place for her to be. Her favorite place. He was stroking her hair with a hand and caressing her skin with the other, enjoying their intimacy in silence. This was how close to her he wanted to be, inside of her as he slept. It didn’t get better than this. He would never be closer than in this moment, and no one would ever get this close to her, as she wouldn’t allow anyone else to hold her like this. She had given everything to him, body and soul. She would please him until the very end, because that was the only way she knew how to love him, the only way she could show him without telling him.
Eventually, everything disappeared. The bed, the room, the castle, the war… Only they remained, holding each other, joined together, as one.
And when she fell asleep, she didn’t feel pain or discomfort.
She only felt him.
