Warnings: 18+, dub con, dubious consent, power imbalance, public teasing, breeding kink, explicit sexual content, smut.
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The grand obsidian hall of the Harkonnen citadel thrummed with the low, rhythmic grind of distant machinery and the murmur of gathered nobility. Crimson light from the black sun poured through tall, narrow slits high above, painting everything in shades of blood and shadow. It was a formal banquet to celebrate another victorious raid on Arrakis-spice flows secured, enemies broken, and the na-Baronâs reputation further cemented as the most dangerous man on Giedi Prime.
She moved among the long tables like a shadow in black silk-the newest personal servant assigned directly to the na-Baron after her House offered her as tribute. The dress they gave her was deceptively modest: high-collared, long-sleeved, the fabric clinging to her curves before flaring into a flowing skirt that brushed her calves. But beneath it, she wore nothing. A deliberate choice. Easy access for her master.
Feyd-Rautha sat at the head of the central table, pale and lethal in his formal black tunic, shaved head gleaming under the harsh lights. His ice-pale eyes tracked every movement in the room, but they kept returning to her.
She had been teasing him all evening.
It started subtly. While refilling his goblet, she let her fingers brush deliberately along the inside of his wrist, lingering just a second too long. When she leaned over to clear a plate, she made sure the soft swell of her breast pressed lightly against his shoulder. Each time she passed behind his chair, her hip grazed his back. Once, when no one was looking directly at her, she leaned close to his ear while pouring more wine and whispered, voice low enough for only him to hear:
âYou look tense, my lord. Would you like me to ease that for you later?â
His hand had tightened around the goblet until his knuckles paled, but he kept his expression perfectly controlled. Only she saw the dangerous spark in his eyes.
The teasing continued. A slow drag of her fingertips along his thigh when she knelt to adjust a fallen napkin. A lingering look while biting her lower lip. Each small act of defiance and temptation pushed him closer to the edge.
By the time the final course was cleared and the Baron had retired, Feydâs patience had snapped.
He rose without a word, his large hand closing around her wrist in an iron grip that was just shy of painful. No one dared question the na-Baron as he pulled her from the hall. The moment the heavy doors to his private wing sealed behind them, the mask dropped.
He spun her around and shoved her against the cold obsidian wall, one hand fisting in her hair to yank her head back, the other already shoving her skirt up around her waist.
âYouâve been playing a dangerous game tonight, little servant,â he growled against her ear, voice rough and guttural. âTeasing me in front of the entire court. Making my cock hard while Iâm forced to sit there and pretend I donât want to bend you over the table and fuck you raw in front of them all.â
She gasped as his fingers found her already slick and aching. He pushed two thick digits inside her without warning, curling them hard against that sensitive spot that made her knees buckle.
He laughed darkly, low and hungry. âNow you remember your place? Too late for that.â
He didnât bother taking her to the bed. He spun her around, bent her forward over the wide stone ledge of the window overlooking the glowing foundries, and kicked her legs apart. The cool air kissed her exposed skin for only a second before he freed his thick, heavy cock and thrust into her in one brutal stroke.
The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. She cried out, hands scrabbling against the stone as he buried himself to the hilt, balls pressed tight against her.
âTake it,â he snarled, one hand fisting in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. âThis is what happens when you tease your master in public.â
He fucked her hard and deep- punishing strokes that slammed into her with enough force to make her breasts bounce and her breath hitch. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the chamber, obscene and loud. Every thrust dragged his thick cock perfectly along that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.
âYou like this, donât you?â he rasped, leaning over her, teeth grazing her shoulder. âBeing used like the needy little servant you are. Teasing me all night just so Iâd wreck this tight cunt afterward.â
âYes,â she moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. âPlease-harder-â
Feyd obliged with a dark growl. He hooked one of her legs up, changing the angle so he could drive even deeper, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every powerful snap of his hips. His hand slid around to circle her clit with firm, relentless strokes.
âCome for me,â he commanded, voice thick with obsession. âCome on your masterâs cock like the good girl you are when youâre not being a little tease.â
The orgasm crashed over her without mercy-deep, shattering waves that made her walls clamp down around him in violent pulses. She cried out his title, thighs trembling, vision whiting out as pleasure tore through her.
Feyd snarled in triumph and followed her over the edge, burying himself to the hilt as thick, hot jets of his seed flooded her depths. He kept grinding through every pulse, pushing his cum as deep as possible, then stayed buried inside her while they both caught their breath.
When he finally pulled out, he gathered the leaking seed with his fingers and pushed it back inside her slowly, curling them to stroke her fluttering walls.
âMine,â he murmured, voice wrecked but possessive. âEvery inch of you belongs to me. Next time you tease me in public, I wonât wait until weâre alone. Iâll bend you over the table and let the whole court watch me claim whatâs mine.â
She shivered at the threat-and the dark thrill it sent through her.
Feyd pulled her upright, turned her in his arms, and kissed her hard, one hand still cradling her face with surprising tenderness.
âGo clean up,â he ordered softly. âThen come to my bed. Iâm nowhere near finished with you tonight.â
As she walked on shaky legs toward the bathing chamber, his cum still dripping down her thighs, she couldnât help the small, satisfied smile that curved her lips.
Being Feyd-Rauthaâs gift had its dangers⌠and its undeniable pleasures.
Pairing: Ben (Apex, 2026) x fem!reader
Summary: When the storm hits and Ben finally takes what he's been stalking for months, she learns the wilderness doesn't just swallow hikers. It keeps what it claims.
Warnings: 18+, rape tw / non con tw. explicit sexual content, smut, non con, darkfic, kidnapping, stalking, bondage, choking, forced orgasm, violence, rough sex, possessive/obsessive behavior.
Word Count: 4.3k
Note: Okay so I watched this movie and my jaw was on the floor the entire time. What can I say? I have a serious weakness for sick little villain types. This is pretty much pure smut with a very thin plot. I might go back and add more depth later, but right now I just really wanted to write some filthy content for this character because the tag is painfully empty. So here we are... enjoy the depravity đ
Disclaimer: **Not every fic I write reflects my personal kinks and not every kink I have will be someone elseâs thing either and thatâs okay. As long as it stays within my own boundaries, Iâm happy to write requests that might be someone elseâs comfort, fantasy, or interest. Weâre writing fanfiction. Words. Fantasy. Nobody is being harmed by imagination on a page. So please respect tags, boundaries and donât kink shame âĄ
The trail store sat at the edge of Wandarra National Park like something the wilderness had almost forgotten to reclaim.
It was a low building of weathered timber, bleached pale by decades of sun and dust. Firewood was stacked beneath the porch roof alongside fuel canisters, hiking maps, and faded warning signs that listed every conceivable way the bush could kill a person who wandered too far without preparation.
Beyond the store, the forest stretched endlessly toward the horizon. The air smelled of hot bark, dust, petrol beneath the afternoon sun.
She had been working there for almost four months.
The job had never been intended as a permanent solution. It was supposed to be a pause. A place to catch her breath after years of living a life that had slowly hollowed her out from the inside. Back home, every day had felt identical. Work. Expectations. Responsibilities. Endless small obligations that left her exhausted without ever being able to point to a single thing and explain why. Wandarra had offered something different. The work was simple. The days were quiet. Most importantly, nobody expected her to be anything other than present.
Still, the warnings had started on her first day.
The owner, an older woman whose skin had been weathered by decades of Australian sun, had pulled her aside while showing her around the stockroom.
"People go missing out there." At the time she had laughed nervously, assuming it was some local attempt at humour. The woman hadn't smiled. "Not often. Not enough to make the news for very long. But enough." The words lingered.
Over the months she heard variations of the same stories. A solo hiker who never checked out of her campsite. A local man who went walking and never returned. A couple whose abandoned vehicle was found near a trailhead. No bodies. No clear explanations. Just disappearances swallowed by the vastness of the wilderness.
Most people blamed accidents. The bush was unforgiving. People got lost. People made mistakes. But there was always something about the stories that left her uneasy.
And then there was Ben.
He arrived every week or two with fresh deliveries of Jenno's Jerky. At first she had simply noticed that he was attractive. That had been unavoidable. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Physically capable in a way that came from actual labour rather than gym memberships. His clothes were worn from use, his boots permanently dust-covered, and he moved with the quiet confidence of someone completely at home in his own body. There was something undeniably compelling about him.
Unfortunately, there was also something unsettling.
Sometimes she caught him watching her when he thought she wasn't looking. Not staring. Not in a way she could reasonably object to. Simply observing with an intensity that made her feel as though she were being studied rather than seen.
The worst part was that she could never decide whether she disliked it. Part of her did. Part of her absolutely did. Another part felt strangely aware whenever he was near. The awareness irritated her. It lingered.
Ben had become a subject of discussion among hikers as well. People loved the jerky. They asked for it specifically. Some even bought extra bags before heading deeper into the park.
And every time another disappearance was mentioned in town, her thoughts drifted unwillingly toward him. Not because she had evidence. Because she had instinct. A feeling. A quiet voice that never entirely went away.
She told herself she was being ridiculous. Then she would catch him looking at her again. And the feeling would return.
Ben's interest had started the day she arrived. He knew that.
The moment he saw her standing behind the counter, learning the register while pretending she wasn't nervous, something had settled inside him with dangerous certainty.
She was observant. Careful. Curious. Most importantly, she looked back. Not many people did. Most glanced past him. She watched. Questioned. Noticed. The suspicion in her eyes should have discouraged him. Instead it fascinated him.
The more she noticed, the more impossible she became to ignore. So he learned her routines. The days she worked alone. The route she walked home. The evenings she stayed late. The books she read. The coffee she preferred. The songs she played through the store speakers when business was slow.
His attention deepened quietly, steadily, until it became impossible to separate from habit. By then it was already far too late. For both of them.
The rain began shortly after sunset.
By closing time, water hammered against the iron roof hard enough to drown out the sound of passing vehicles. Her co-worker, Mel, had left hours earlier. The store sat alone beneath the storm, illuminated only by the yellow glow of a single bulb above the counter and the weak light spilling in through the front windows.
She stayed late for inventory. The task was tedious but familiar. The repetition helped pass the evening. She was kneeling beside a low shelf counting supplies when the front door opened.
The sound froze her immediately. The sign clearly read CLOSED. She had locked it herself.
Slowly, she stood. Rain blew through the doorway before it swung shut behind him. Ben stood just inside. Water dripped from his jacket onto the floorboards. For a moment neither of them spoke.
Something in her stomach tightened. "We're closed." Her voice sounded steadier than she felt. "If it's a delivery, you can leave it by the door."
Ben didn't move. The silence stretched. Then he said quietly, "I didn't come for a delivery."
The words settled heavily in the room. The rain seemed louder suddenly. She stepped backward toward the counter without consciously deciding to. Every instinct she possessed was awake now. Alert. Watching.
"Ben." For the first time since she had met him, using his name felt wrong. "You need to leave."
His eyes never left hers. There was no smile now. No casual friendliness. Only certainty. Months of certainty. "You've known something wasn't right." His voice remained calm. Almost gentle. "You've been watching me for weeks."
Fear crawled higher inside her chest. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do." He took a single step forward. Wet footprints marked the floorboards behind him. "You see things other people miss."
She backed farther behind the counter. The distance felt meaningless.
"You think I had something to do with the people who disappeared." Silence. Because denying it suddenly felt impossible. Ben nodded once. As though her silence confirmed something. "You're right to be suspicious." The admission struck harder than any denial would have.
Her hand reached for the phone behind the register. Ben noticed immediately. Of course he did.
And for the first time since she had known him, she realised exactly how dangerous his attention could be. Because nothing escaped it.
He moved with terrifying calm. One moment he was on the other side of the counter. The next he had vaulted it in a single fluid motion. She grabbed for anything, a heavy tin of beans, the old landline receiver, but his hand closed around her wrist first, then the other.
She fought, twisting, kicking at his shins, trying to scream, but the storm swallowed the sound and his body was already pressing her back against the shelves. Packets of product rained down around them. His free hand pressed a cloth soaked in something sharp and chemical over her mouth and nose.
She held her breath as long as she could, thrashing violently, nails digging into his arm, legs kicking wildly. Black spots bloomed at the edges of her vision. Her lungs burned. The last thing she registered was the steady, almost tender look in his eyes as unconsciousness pulled her under.
She woke to a pounding headache and the acrid taste of chemicals on her tongue. Rough rope bit into her wrists where they were bound in front of her. The soft bed and the quiet drizzle outside felt deceptively peaceful. She was deep in the bush, inside a dimly lit canvas shelter, firelight dancing across the trees.
Ben knelt close, his gaze dark and ravenous, yet strangely soft as it moved over her face.
âYouâre awake,â he said tenderly. âGood.â
Terror flooded her. She scrambled backward across the bedding, heart slamming against her ribs. âBen- Ben, what the hell are you doing? Let me go right now!â
He caught her ankle in a firm grip and dragged her back toward him with terrifying ease. She kicked and twisted, but he simply held her in place, his thumb stroking the skin above her sock almost absently.
âI canât do that,â he murmured, voice low and calm. âIâve wanted you since the first day I saw you behind that counter. Three months, three weeks, and two days. You think I was just bringing jerky?â A faint, almost affectionate smile touched his lips. âI kept coming back for you.â
She stared at him, chest heaving. âThis⌠this is insane. I knew something was wrong with you-I felt it-but I never thought youâd actually-â
âYouâre right,â he cut in gently. âYou did know. You watched me the same way I watched you. You noticed everything. Thatâs what made you different. Thatâs why I chose you.â
His fingers trailed slowly up her calf, possessive. âIâm not letting you go back to that empty little life. The one that was hollowing you out. You belong here now. With me. In the place where you will actually feel alive.â
Panic exploded through her. âNo- Ben, please. People will look for me. Theyâll find the store, theyâll-â
He shook his head, expression patient, almost loving in its certainty. âNo one is going to find you. Not out here. Youâre mine now. Completely.â
She broke.
Screaming, thrashing, begging, cursing, she fought with everything she had left. She pleaded with him, told him he was sick, that he couldnât do this. The rope burned her wrists as she struggled. Tears streamed down her face. Her voice grew hoarse.
Ben simply watched her, dark eyes drinking in every tear, every desperate plea, every futile twist of her body. He didnât stop her. He let her exhaust herself.
His hands moved with deliberate slow motions as he began to strip her. Her tank top was first. He lifted it slowly over her head, the fabric catching slightly where her wrists were bound in front of her, but he calmly and patiently manoeuvred it off her body, the material sliding upward inch by inch to reveal the soft skin beneath.
His eyes drank in every newly exposed inch, his palms sliding over her shoulders, tracing the curve of her collarbones, then lower. She sobbed quietly at first, then harder as the cool night air touched her exposed breasts. His breathing had grown noticeably heavier, audible in the quiet space between raindrops, a low, hungry sound that made her stomach twist with dread. His hands roamed freely, cupping, squeezing, thumbs brushing slowly across her nipples until they pebbled against her will.
When his fingers finally reached the waistband of her pants, her sobbing intensified into something raw and broken. The tears came in floods, her body shaking with fear and humiliation as he began to tug the fabric down her hips with the same unhurried focus, as if savoring every second of her exposure.
âYou can scream if you want,â he murmured, voice low and calm as the pants slid lower. âNobodyâs going to hear you out here.â
Desperation clawed through her. She screamed-loud, raw, tearing from her throat into the empty wilderness. The sound echoed once among the trees and vanished. Ben laughed softly, a low, almost affectionate sound, and leaned his full weight over her, pinning her down. He pressed his hand firmly over her mouth. His mouth hovered at her ear, his body heavy and warm against hers. âI said you could scream,â he whispered, breath hot against her skin, âbut I donât really want you screaming like that. Not yet.â
She begged beneath it, the words muffled and frantic, her body shaking with violent sobs. He shushed her gently, removing his hand only when her screams had dissolved into choked, hiccuping cries. âThatâs a good girl. Calm down now. We donât want you getting all worked up.â
His nose traced slowly along the side of her neck, then down across her shoulder, his mouth open, breathing heavily as he inhaled her. He was enjoying every second of it-he fear, the tears, the way her body trembled beneath him. âI promise you,â he murmured against her skin, voice thick with want, âIâll make it feel real good.â
She whimpered out a broken cry, the words barely audible through her tears. âPlease⌠please donât⌠please just let me go, Ben⌠I wonât tell anyone⌠I swear⌠I swear⌠pleaseâŚâ
He shushed her again, almost tenderly, and slowly manoeuvred her onto her front. She was confused by the shift, but of course he preferred it this way-like an animal, taken from behind. He sat up, knees planted on either side of her hips. His hands roamed down her back, grasping her bare cheeks and squeezing with a low groan of satisfaction. One hand slipped beneath her and the bed to massage her breast lightly before it travelled lower, over her ass again and between her legs. She was not fully wet, her body resisting even as it began to betray her with reluctant slickness. He smiled anyway.
âSee? We already have something to start with. Donât worry, Iâm gonna make you enjoy this.â
He circled her clit with slow, patient strokes, then slipped one long thick finger inside her. He took his time, working her carefully, adding a second finger only when she had grown slicker, curling them gently while his thumb continued its steady rhythm on her clit.
He pumped slowly, deliberately, exploring every reaction, every involuntary flutter of her walls. She squirmed, trying to pull away, but the ropes kept her wrists trapped beneath her, the position growing increasingly painful. A groan of discomfort escaped her as the awkward angle pressed on her arms and shoulders.
He noticed immediately. âOh, hey, hey, hey⌠itâs okay. Youâre hurting, huh? Lemme fix that. Just donât try nothing, okay.â
He leaned his full weight over her again to keep her still, then expertly untied the knot at her wrists beneath her body. For one fleeting second she thought he might leave her unbound. Instead he gathered her wrists and rebound them securely behind her back. The new position made her sob harder.
She banged her forehead against the bed and thrashed wildly. âNooo-please-please, Ben, just let me-â Her words dissolved into choking sobs. âJust let me go⌠pleaseâŚâ
He tutted softly and finished the knot. âNo can do, buttercup. Thatâs better now, ainât it?â He waited for an answer she couldnât give through her tears. âAttaâ girl. Now just stop all this fussing, alright? Youâre gonna hurt yourself.â
When she continued to thrash beneath him his hand settled firmly at the middle of her back, the other squeezing her hip in clear warning. âI told you to stop.â The sudden coldness in his voice made her freeze, breath catching in sharp, gasping pulls.
âAlright,â he said, almost to himself. âThatâs better.â
He continued touching her, hands roaming possessively over her body-squeezing, stroking, learning every inch. He returned to her cunt, circling her clit again with renewed focus. She ground her teeth and shoved her forehead into the bed, trying desperately to dissociate, to breathe slowly and pretend none of this was happening. She lay very still, chest rising and falling in forced calm.
He kept going, fingers sliding through her growing wetness, entering her slowly, pumping with deliberate care. âYouâre getting wetter,â he observed, voice thick with satisfaction. âThatâs it. Your bodyâs starting to understand.â
She squeezed her bound hands into tight fists behind her back. He noticed the tension, the way she was trying to disappear inside herself. He hummed in quiet disapproval and withdrew his hand. She froze as he stood up.
He removed his shirt slowly, eyes dragging over her naked, trembling form. The buckle of his belt came next, the metallic sound loud and deliberate in the quiet camp. She tensed visibly at every click and slide. He smiled to himself, then stripped the rest of his clothes away before returning to his knees behind her.
She was rigid now, breaths coming in shallow, panicked pants, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He lowered his naked body over hers, covering her completely, his nose pressed to her cheek. He felt how tense she was. âYou gotta relax, trouble,â he whispered, the nickname heâd used a thousand times before now dripping with something darker-something hungry and unmistakably possessive.
One hand slid beneath her to rest around her throat-not squeezing, just holding, a constant possessive reminder. The other wiggled underneath her, sliding down her stomach with a slight struggle given the way she lay on her stomach with him on top, but he was strong and persistent, working between her legs again, fingers resuming their slow, intimate rhythm.
He was pressed tightly against her. His hard cock rested heavy and hot against her backside, and as he fingered her he began to rut gently against her, the slow grind matching the movement of his hand. This was more intimate-she couldnât escape it-and fresh tears released again.
The tears slipped silently down her cheeks, trailing to her neck where his hand held her. Her face scrunched up in hot anger, her fear and pain and despair had turned sharp and burning. How he was playing her body against her. She could hear the wet sounds of his fingers, feel how slick she had become, and disgust twisted through her. His mouth moved against her neck, open and breathing heavily, his whole body rocking gently over hers in a mockery of intimacy.
The building pressure in her stomach grew despite everything-slow, insidious, unwanted. She tensed, fighting it with everything she had, beginning to wiggle in weak protest.
He felt it immediately. His eyes lit up and he chuckled softly against her ear. âAlreadyâŚ?â
He stopped moving his hips and focused with single-minded intensity, thumb pressing harder against her clit while his fingers curled and thrust deeper. Her hips jerked involuntarily. Shame flooded her cheeks with heat. The feeling built relentlessly.
She shook her head side to side, gritting her teeth, willing her body not to betray her. She could feel the slick heat between her thighs, and the slow, warm trail of his precum leaking against her ass-evidence of just how much he was savouring this, how deeply he wanted to ruin her.
He curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spongy spot inside her. Her back went ramrod straight, a choked sound escaping despite her efforts. âOhh,â he breathed, âthere it is, isnât it?â
She pressed her forehead hard into the bed, then again, trying to smother the noises rising in her throat.
âUh-uh,â he breathed, his hand around her throat tightening just enough to lift her head. âLemme hear you.â He was panting now, hips beginning to grind against her ass once more. âLemme hear you.â He was breathing so hard in her ear, she felt so warm, his thumb on her clit, his fingers curled deep inside her, stroking relentlessly. The pressure at her throat, the slick heat of his body, the overwhelming pleasureâit was all too much
His thumb stroked faster over her swollen clit, fingers thrusting deep and relentless. The pressure built into something unbearable. She gasped, choked moans tearing from her throat as her body trembled violently, every muscle straining against the rising wave.
He felt her tightening around his fingers and drove deeper, ruthless in his pursuit of her release. She writhed, wiggling desperately to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but it only built faster, sharper, more intense than anything she had ever felt. Gasping for air, still fighting him with everything she had, she was losing.
He squeezed her throat tighter, hips grinding hard against her ass, fingers curling and thrusting fast while his thumb worked her clit without mercy. Then he bit down hard on her neck.
A reluctant, strangled shout tore from her-muffled by his unyielding grip-as her vision spotted with darkness. âAttaâ girl,â Ben groaned, his voice low and thick with satisfaction.
The orgasm tore through her with shocking intensity. Her body convulsed beneath him, walls clenching hard around his fingers as she shattered violently beneath him. âGive it to me. Thatâs my girl⌠You fucking loved that, didnât you?â His breath was ragged against her ear as he kept working her through it. âCum for me. Cum on my fingers. Thereâs a good girl⌠thereâs a good girl.â He was lost in it-ecstatic, feral, painfully hard as he watched her fall apart beneath him.
Her body trembled with lingering aftershocks, thighs quivering uncontrollably as the overwhelming release left her feeling weightless, almost detached from herself. She barely registered him withdrawing his fingers, barely felt him shift and kneel behind her-until the thick, leaking head of his cock pressed against her soaked, sensitive entrance, hot and insistent.
He thrust in deep with one slow, relentless motion, burying himself to the hilt inside her still-spasming heat. She snapped back to herself with a choked cry, her body still far too sensitive from the shattering orgasm. He was so big, so impossibly hard-throbbing inside her like forged steel, stretching her open.
He set a punishing pace and her body rocked forward violently with each thrust. He held her hips tightly. She felt like she needed to hold on to something, he was slamming inside her so roughly.
She laid her head to the side and just took it, gasping and moaning, no longer able to control herself. Her body was wrecked. She was almost sobbing again, but this time from the intensity she couldnât take.
She made guttural noises and it drove Ben wild. His fingers dug into her hips and he yanked on them. It happened so fast-one second she was lying on her front, body rocking forward violently with each thrust, and the next she was on her knees, her back arched and chest pressed to the bed.
He slammed into her again with brutal force, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out sharply as the new angle drove him even deeper, slamming directly into that devastating spot inside her. She sputtered, gasping, her hands curling into tight fists behind her back. Restrained and helpless, she felt dangerously unstable, fingers clawing uselessly at the air while Ben continued pounding into her with relentless power.
He was groaning, moaning, breathing hard against her skin-fitter, stronger, and far more enduring than she could ever hope to be. Each punishing thrust proved it.
Her breasts swayed heavily with every violent thrust as he kept striking that perfect, spongy spot deep inside her. She wasnât resisting anymore-she couldnât. She hung limp like a rag doll, completely surrendered to him.
Ben was fucking her like an animal, raw and savage, his fingers digging hard into her hips. Her ass bounced against his powerful thighs with every punishing stroke, and it was only his brutal grip that kept her from collapsing.
His heavy balls swung and slapped rhythmically against her swollen clit with every thrust, sending sparks through her. Another orgasm began building fast, coiling tight in her core as she gasped desperately for breath.
He felt her walls clench hard around his cock and let out a deep, guttural groan. With renewed ferocity, he fucked her harder, tilting his hips with deliberate focus to hammer that same devastating spot inside her.
In one fluid motion, he released her hips. One hand seized her bound wrists while his other arm slid around her throat, pulling her back against his chest. He squeezed gently, deliberately-just enough pressure to make her pulse race, because he remembered exactly how she had shattered the last time he choked her.
They were both drenched in sweat, skin sliding against skin with every thrust. Ben groaned deeply as her walls kept tightening around him, his hot, ragged breath scorching her ear. The pressure built impossibly fast inside her again until she shattered with another broken cry, her thighs shaking violently as the orgasm tore through her harder than before. Only his strong body kept her from collapsing.
He roared in triumph, the sound raw and primal. His rhythm turned feral-harder, rougher, faster, completely unrestrained. With a savage shout he came, sinking his teeth deep into her neck like a beast claiming its mate. He broke the skin, the sharp sting mingling with the overwhelming pleasure as his thrusts grew sloppy and erratic as he spilled inside her, flooding her with hot, thick pulses of cum.
Her thighs were already drenched from her own orgasms, and now she could feel his release mixing with hers, leaking out around his cock. Ben collapsed heavily on top of her, pressing her fully into the bed as she lay panting and gasping beneath him. Her cunt continued to twitch and flutter greedily around his length while he kept moving in slow, lazy strokes, feeding her every last drop.
They stayed locked together, both breathing hard and ragged, skin slick with sweat.
In the long, heavy silence that followed, Ben stayed buried deep inside her, his weight pressing her firmly into the bed as rain pattered softly overhead. He brushed his lips over the fresh bite mark on her neck and kissed it with surprising tenderness.
âMy perfect girl,â he murmured against her damp skin, voice low and rough. âYou took everything so well.â
She lay beneath him, spent and trembling, every last trace of fight drained from her body. Quiet sobs shook her as she tried to catch her breath. The wilderness pressed in all around them- beautiful, vast, and mercilessly isolating-sealing her fate in Benâs possessive, unrelenting embrace.
Pairing: Modern AU Stepbrother!Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!reader
Summary: In a modern AU. After the Baron and his wife leave for the weekend, Feyd-Rautha ties up his stepsister and relentlessly pleasures her
Warnings: 18+, step-sibling incest, modern AU. explicit sexual content, smut, dubious consent, heavy overstimulation, bondage, breeding kink, rough sex, toy use (vaginal + anal), possessive/obsessive behavior.
Word Count: 2.5k
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Disclaimer: Okay so I used to write a lot back in the day, but life and depression got in the way âď¸ so this is me trying again cause I have so much smut rolling around my head. Be gentle with me, I'm still new to posting đ Written with my irl best friend who I pay in coffee & biscuits â I bring the ideas and she makes them make sense. Blame both of us, weâre equally unwell.
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The house had been emptying out since dawn. First the staff then the low hum of the Baronâs private car pulling away down the long gravel drive with your mother beside him in the back seat. You stood at the tall window in the upstairs hallway and watched the black vehicle disappear behind the high iron gates.
You were halfway down the corridor when you felt him.
Feyd-Rautha didnât make a sound but you had learned to sense the shift in the air whenever he entered a room. He was broad shouldered and pale, his head shaved smooth the way it had been since the day he turned eighteen and decided the Harkonnen tradition suited him better than any other haircut.
The overhead light caught the sharp line of his jaw, the faint scar that cut through one eyebrow. He wore a shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbows, the fabric stretched across the muscle he kept honed like a weapon. His eyes fixed on you with that familiar, predatory focus.
âYouâre nervousâ he said, voice low and rough, the Harkonnen accent curling around the words. Not a question. A statement.
You swallowed. âThe Baron and mother are gone for the whole weekend.â
A slow smile curved his mouth, anticipation, ownership and something darker that made your stomach tighten. He closed the distance in three unhurried strides, one hand lifting to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered at the nape of your neck, thumb pressing lightly against the pulse that jumped beneath your skin.
âIâve been thinking about you for weeksâ he murmured. âEvery time the Baron dragged us to another dinner, every time you sat across from me pretending you werenât already wet just from the way I looked at you. My little secret.â
He had called you that for months now, his secret, ever since the first time he cornered you in the library after your motherâs wedding to the Baron and pressed you against the shelves with a hand over your mouth. That had been nothing but fingers and whispered threats and the terrifying, overwhelming rush of your first orgasm while he watched your face like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever broken.
Since then the challenges had grown. Toys. Restraints. The night he made you ride his thigh until you sobbed. Each time he studied you, catalogued every gasp and shiver, like you were a toy he was perfecting solely for his own pleasure. Because your pleasure fed his. He had told you that once, teeth grazing your throat. The way you fall apart for me is the only thing that feels real.
Now his hand slid down your arm, fingers circling your wrist. âCome with me.â
You followed because there was never any other answer. Not really.
His bedroom was at the far end of the east wing, heavy double doors that locked from the inside with a soft electronic click he activated the moment you crossed the threshold. The room smelled like him. Dark spice, clean sweat, the faint metallic tang of the oil he used on the blades he practiced with in the basement gym. The bed was massive, black sheets already turned down. On the low table beside it lay the things he had prepared. Two sleek black vibrators, one thick and curved, the other smaller and ridged, soft black ropes, a bottle of lube that glinted under the low lights. Your breath caught.
Feyd stepped behind you, chest brushing your back. His hands settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him so you could feel exactly how hard he already was. âYouâre still wearing that little dressâ he noted, voice dropping. âGood girl. Makes it easy for me.â
He didnât ask permission. He never did. His fingers found the zipper at your back and drew it down slowly, the fabric whispering over your skin until the dress pooled at your feet. You stood in nothing but simple cotton panties, heart hammering so loudly you were sure he could hear it. He circled you once, eyes dragging over every inch like he was memorizing new territory.
âOn the bedâ he ordered softly. âOn your back. Arms above your head.â
You climbed up, the sheets cool against your heated skin. He followed, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of your hips. The ropes were in his hands now, silky and strong. He wrapped them around your wrists with practiced care, tying them to the ornate headboard slats. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that you felt the restraint in your bones. When he was finished he sat back on his heels and looked at you. Spread out, trembling and completely at his mercy.
âBeautifulâ he breathed. The word sounded almost reverent coming from him. âLook at you. Already breathing so fast and I havenât even touched you yet.â
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs, tossing them aside. Cool air kissed your bare skin. You were already slick, he could see it, the shine between your thighs and his eyes darkened with satisfaction.
âFeydâŚâ Your voice was barely a whisper.
âShhâ He leaned down, mouth brushing your stomach then lower. âYou donât have to say anything. Just feel. Iâm going to take such good care of you tonight. Push you until you canât think. Until the only thing left in that pretty head is how much you need me.â
He picked up the bigger thicker curved vibrator first. The cool tip pressed against your entrance, circling your clit once, twice, before sliding deep inside your pussy with one smooth thrust. You gasped at the stretch, the sudden, thick fullness. He twisted it gently, seating it all the way in, then flicked it on. Medium setting. A strong steady, humming pulse bloomed inside you.
âOh-â Your hips jerked.
Feydâs smile widened, dark and pleased. âThere she is.â
He didnât give you time to adjust. Reaching for the smaller vibrator, he generously coated it with lube, making sure the entire sleek, ridged length was slick and glistening. Only then did he press the tapered tip against the tight ring of your ass. He worked it in slowly, watching your face the entire time, eyes half lidded with hunger as he eased the vibrating toy past the resistance. When both were buried inside you, one deep in your pussy, the other snug in your ass, he sat back and simply watched, savoring the way you trembled with both holes filled and buzzing in tandem.
The sensations layered fast. The small one pulsed while the thicker one ground against your g-spot with every tiny shift of your hips. You tugged at the ropes, thighs trembling. Heat coiled low in your belly, tight and sudden.
âFeyd-please-â
âPlease what?â He crawled over you, bracing one hand beside your head so he could look directly into your eyes. His free hand cupped your breast, thumb brushing your nipple until it pebbled. âPlease make it stop?â
His free hand slid down your body, fingers trailing lightly over your stomach until they reached your soaked pussy. He deliberately avoided your clit at first, instead spreading your wetness with slow, teasing strokes along your folds.
âSo easy,â he taunted softly, a wicked smirk tugging at his mouth. âYouâre dripping just from having both holes filled.â
He circled two fingers around your swollen clit, never quite touching it directly, keeping you right on the edge. Every time your hips jerked up to chase his touch, he pulled back just enough to deny you. The vibrators never stopped their steady rhythm, pushing you closer and closer.
âPleaseâFeyd, I canâtââ
âYou canâ he whispered, finally pressing his fingers firmly against your clit. He rubbed tight, fast circles, perfectly in sync with the pulsing toys. âCome for me. Let me see how quickly you break.â
The combination hit you like lightning. The vibrations were building too quickly. Your first orgasm crashed over you without warning, sharp, almost painful in its intensity. You cried out, back arching off the bed, walls clenching hard around the toys. Feyd drank it in, mouth parted, breathing ragged like he was the one coming undone.
âThatâs my good girlâ he praised, voice rough. âLook at you coming so fast for me. So greedy.â
He didnât turn the toys off. He left both vibrators buzzing on the same low setting, buried deep inside your pussy and ass and finally lowered his head between your spread thighs. He latched his lips onto your swollen clit and sucked hard, hungry and overwhelming. His tongue flicked and swirled over the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight, relentless circles while the toys continued their steady thrum inside you. The sudden triple stimulation hit you like a shockwave. Your back arched sharply off the bed, a broken cry tearing from your throat as the overstimulation made your eyes sting with overwhelmed tears. He sucked even harder, sealing his mouth around your clit and refusing to let up. Another peak built almost immediately. Slower this time, deeper, devastating. You whimpered helplessly, hips rolling and twitching, desperately chasing the pleasure while simultaneously trying to escape its intensity. Your thighs trembled around his head but he only growled against your soaked flesh and kept devouring you.
Feyd pulled back just enough to watch your face again. âSecond one already? Youâre going to give me so many tonight. I want to see how many times I can make you break before I even get inside you.â Your vision blurred at the edges.
When the second orgasm tore through you, it hit even harder. You sobbed his name, thighs shaking uncontrollably around his head. He kept the toys buzzing deep inside you, murmuring rough praise against your soaked flesh. âSo perfect⌠so fucking wet⌠listen to how you sound for me.â A third wave crashed in right behind it.
Your vision blurred at the edges, the pleasure turning sharp, almost too much. But he didnât let you escape it. He simply held you there, one large hand splayed across your stomach, feeling every flutter and clench of your body as he continued devouring your clit with his mouth, sucking harder, tongue relentless, refusing to give you even a second of relief.
By the fourth you were crying openly, tears slipping down your temples. Your body had gone boneless, twitching with every pulse of the vibrators. Feyd finally reached down and eased them out, slow and careful, setting them aside with a wet sound that made your cheeks burn. You were soaked, the sheets beneath you dark with it.
He stripped off his shirt, revealing the pale, sculpted lines of his chest, the faint scars from old fights. His pants followed, cock springing free. Thick, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking. He stroked himself once then twice, eyes never leaving your face.
âYouâre shakingâ he observed, almost tenderly. âStill with me?â
You nodded, dazed.
He settled between your spread thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging your entrance. âYouâre going to feel every inch of me stretching you open and youâre going to take it because youâre my good girl. Understand?â he said, voice low and intense.
You whimpered a yes. He pushed in.
The first inch burned. You were so wet that the slide was smooth but he was thick. You gasped and he paused immediately, buried only halfway, breathing hard through his nose.
âEasyâ he murmured. One hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your cheek. âBreathe for me. Youâre so tight, fuck, you feel perfect. Like you were made for this. Made for me.â
He rocked forward another inch, then another, slow and relentless. The stretch was overwhelming, a deep ache that made your toes curl. But beneath it something else was building, the same heavy, liquid heat he always coaxed out of you. When he finally bottomed out, hips flush against yours, he stilled completely, letting you adjust. His forehead dropped to yours.
âThatâs itâ he whispered. âAll the way in. Feel how deep I am? Feel how full you are with your stepbrotherâs cock?â
You moaned, the word sending a forbidden thrill through the haze. He began to move, shallow thrusts at first, testing, watching your face for every flicker of discomfort or pleasure. The pain ebbed, replaced by a dragging, devastating friction. Each stroke nudged that spot inside you that the vibrators had already sensitised. Your bound hands flexed uselessly above your head.
Feydâs pace quickened. âThereâ he growled. âRight there. Youâre squeezing me so fucking good. Look at you taking every inch like you were born for it.â
He fucked you harder, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room. Your walls fluttering wildly around him. He groaned, deep and guttural. âOne moreâ he promised. âThen Iâm going to flip you over and fuck you.â His hips snapping with controlled power, eyes locked on yours like he could see straight into your soul.
The next climax built slowly until you were begging, half-formed pleas that made his eyes flash with dark satisfaction. When it hit you moaned loudly, back arching off the bed, every muscle locking tight, thighs shaking. When the orgasm ebbed he slowed, almost gentle, grinding deep instead of thrusting. Only then did he pull out, cock glistening with your release.
He untied your wrists long enough to flip you onto your stomach, then retied them to the headboard again. The new position left you arched, ass raised, completely open to him. He gripped your hips firmly, fingers digging into your skin, and sank back inside you in one smooth, powerful thrust. Because you were already so wet from all the orgasms heâd forced out of you, he didnât have to go slow this time.
He slid in deep and easy, bottoming out in a single stroke until his hips were flush against your ass. The new angle was devastating. His cock hit even deeper, dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you. You keened loudly into the pillow, the sound muffled and broken as pleasure bordered on pain.
âFuckâ he hissed. âSo much deeper like this. My perfect little toy. Youâre going to come again before I do. I want to feel it.â
He set a punishing rhythm, one hand sliding around to circle your clit with practiced fingers while the other held you steady. The dual sensation, his cock dragging over that spot inside, his fingers on your swollen clit, pushed you over almost instantly. You came hard, vision whiting out, body convulsing beneath him.
Feyd cursed, low and filthy. âGood girl. Thatâs my good fucking girl. Milk my cock just like that.â
He didnât stop. He fucked you through the orgasm and only then did his thrusts grow erratic. He leaned over you, chest to your back, teeth grazing your shoulder.
âIâm going to fill you upâ he panted against your ear. âMark you from the inside so you remember who you belong to. Youâre mine. Say it.â
âIâm yoursâ you gasped.
He came with a broken groan, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside you. Hot, thick pulses that seemed to go on forever. When he finally stilled he stayed buried, cock twitching with aftershocks. He pulled out slowly, watching as his release trickled down your thigh. His fingers dipped down, scooping up the cum that had leaked out and pushing it back inside you with two thick fingers. The obscene wet sound made you shiver.
âNot a drop wastedâ he murmured. âYouâre going to feel me inside you for days.â
You were trembling, wrecked, barely conscious. He untied you carefully, rubbing the faint red marks on your wrists. Then he gathered you against his chest, one arm banded around your waist, the other stroking your hair. His voice was softer now, but still edged with that intense hunger.
âRestâ he said. âWeâre not finished. When you wake up Iâm going to lick you clean and fuck you again. Slow this time so I can watch your face while you come on my cock a second time. Youâre going to give me everything tonight. Every last moan. Every last tear. Iâm never letting you go.â
You drifted, safe in the cage of his arms, the ache between your legs a constant throbbing reminder of what he had done to you and what he would do again before the weekend was over.
Pairing: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!reader
Summary: Feyd-Rautha recieved a defiant slave as a gift. Furious at being sold by her own House to settle debts, she fights him with every breath, battling against the unwanted pleasure he forces from her body.
Warnings: 18+, non-con/dub con, dubious consent, power imbalance, violence, breeding kink, explicit sexual content, smut.
Word Count: 2.7k
Note: Okay so I used to write a lot back in the day, but life and depression got in the way âď¸so this is me trying again cause I have so much smut rolling around my head. Be gentle with me I havenât posted before đ Written with my irl best friend who I pay in coffee & biscuits. I bring the ideas and she makes them make sense. Blame both of us, weâre equally unwell.
The black sun of Giedi Prime hung above the arena spires, its filtered light bleeding through the narrow observation slits of the na-Baronâs private wing. The air in the citadel always carried that metallic bite of oil, blood and the low constant thrum of machinery grinding beneath the stone floors. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen had just returned from the arena, still streaked with the sweat and faint crimson of victory when the delegation from the minor House arrived. A political courtesy call, they called it. Trade concessions wrapped in hollow smiles and gifts meant to curry favor with the rising na-Baron.
She stood at the edge of the advisers, wrists bound in thin alloy cuffs, dark fabric of her slave tunic clinging to her body from the journey. No name was given when the delegationâs lord offered her up as none was needed. She was not born into servitude. She had been handed over only weeks earlier as living collateral. Her minor House, already strained by failed quotas to the Harkonnen war machine, had defaulted one final time. Rather than face the Baronâs enforcers seizing their holdings or their sons for the arenas, they had offered her instead. A freeborn daughter of their bloodline, reduced to currency to balance the ledger. The fury of that humiliation still burned in her eyes. She did not carry herself like an obedient slave. She stood with the rigid posture of someone who had once walked halls of minor nobility, chin high even now, every line of her body screaming refusal.
Feyd noticed her immediately, not merely as another gift but because of the fight.
While his advisors droned through the formalities of the trade agreement, one of the delegationâs handlers, a thick-necked man  leaned in close to her ear. His breath was hot and sour as he whispered something lewd, fingers grazing the curve of her waist through the thin tunic in a testing grope, as if sampling the merchandise before it was officially transferred. âThe na-Baron likes them feistyâ he murmured. âYouâll learn to spread those legs quick enough once he breaks you.â
She wrenched away with a violent twist, cuffs rattling, elbow driving hard into his ribs.
âTouch me again and Iâll rip your throat out with my teethâ she snarled, voice raw and unfiltered, loud enough that it cut through the advisorsâ words. The handler stumbled back, cursing and she glared at him with pure, unfiltered rage. No cowering, no submission, only the feral defiance of someone who had just been sold by her own blood and refused to accept the transaction.
Feydâs pale eyes locked on her across the chamber. Something feral sparked in him. Hunger. The kind that demanded conquest. Not the passive trembling of a broken slave but this fire, this refusal to submit. It made his blood run hotter than any arena kill.
The delegationâs lord laughed nervously when he caught the na-Baronâs stare, dabbing at his forehead with a silk square. âAs I said, she is yours if you want her, my lord na-Baron. A gift to settle our remaining obligations. Sheâs been nothing but disruption since we acquired her-bloodied two handlers on the journey, spat venom at every command. Perhaps your⌠methods⌠will break her where ours failed.â
She was trouble, they made that clear in their explanations. Unruly. Defiant. A slave who had already bloodied two handlers and spat venom at every command. But Feydâs pale eyes had lingered on the way she held her chin high despite the chains, the way her gaze flicked to his across the chamber like a challenge rather than submission.
Feydâs lips curved into that slow, predatory smile. âLeave her.â
The doors hissed shut behind the delegation. Guards dragged her forward until she stood alone in the center of his sparse obsidian chamber, the low crimson sconces painting her skin in harsh shadows. She was breathing hard, chest rising and falling beneath the simple tunic, eyes blazing with pure, unfiltered rage. No fear. Not yet.
Feyd circled her once, boots silent on the stone, still half-dressed from the arena, black trousers slung low, pale torso bare and glistening. His shaved head caught the light like polished bone. He stopped in front of her, close enough that the heat of his body brushed hers.
âOn your kneesâ he said, voice low and guttural, that distinctive Harkonnen rasp carving through the air like a blade.
She didnât move. Instead, she looked at him as if she could claw his eyes out with bound hands. âFuck youâ she snarled, the words raw and unfiltered. âIâm not your toy.â
He grabbed her wrists effortlessly, one large hand locking around both cuffs, yanking her forward until her body slammed against his chest. The impact drove the air from her lungs. His free hand fisted in her hair painfully, tilting her head back so she had no choice but to meet those dark-icey eyes.
âYou are nowâ he murmured, almost gentle, but the edge in his tone promised violence. âEvery inch of you. And youâll learn to beg for what I give you.â
She twisted, knee driving toward his groin. He twisted with her, using her own momentum to spin her around and shove her face-down onto the wide stone platform draped in black furs. The cuffs clattered against the edge as he pinned her there with his weight, one knee between her thighs, his chest pressed to her back. His breath was hot against her ear.
âFight me if you wishâ he whispered, almost amused. âIt only makes me want you more.â
She bucked beneath him, cursing, hips writhing in a way that only ground her ass against the growing hardness in his trousers. He laughed low in his throat, a dark hungry sound, and ripped her tunic open with one brutal tug. Fabric tore like paper, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. She was naked beneath it, as slaves often were for easy use and the sight of her like this, pinned, furious and fighting made his cock throb painfully against her.
âGet off me!â she hissed, thrashing harder.
He ignored her, one hand sliding down to cup her breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightened despite her rage. His fingers dipped between her thighs from behind. âYouâre already wetâ he observed, voice rough with satisfaction. âFighting me gets you soaked, doesnât it? Your body knows what your mouth wonât admit.â
She snarled and tried to twist again but he shoved her legs wider with his knee and pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning. The stretch was sudden, invasive and she gasped at the intrusion, walls clenching involuntarily around him. He pumped them slow and deep, curling just right, thumb finding her clit and circling with relentless precision.
âStop fighting itâ he growled against her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. âFeel how your cunt grips me. Greedy little thing.â
She moaned despite herself, half fury and half unwilling pleasure and tried to buck him off again. It only drove his fingers deeper. Heat built in her core, traitorous but she refused to give in. When he added a third finger, stretching her wider, she cried out in pain and slammed her elbow back, catching him in the ribs. He grunted, more from surprise than pain, and yanked his hand free only to flip her onto her back in one fluid motion, hand firm around her neck as the other captured her bound hands in front of her.
Now she faced him, chest heaving, eyes wild. He stood between her spread thighs, letting go of her hands to lower his trousers enough so his cock sprang free heavy, thick, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking. The sight of it made her stomach tighten with a mix of fear and unwanted heat.
âYou think you can take control?â he asked, voice low and dangerous as he stroked himself once, twice. âTry it, then." He let go of himself to remove her hands roughly from the cuffs. "Show me what a slave thinks she can do to her master.â She lunged up the moment he released her wrists and he let her, curious as she shoved at his chest and twisted them, trying to push him down onto the furs. For a heartbeat she succeeded, straddling his hips, hand pressing down on his chest, the other gripping his neck tightly as if she could dominate from on top. Her hair fell around them like a curtain and she ground down against his cock, slick folds sliding along his length in a defiant tease.
âLike this?â she spat, rocking her hips with forced confidence. âYou want me to ride you like some obedient whore? Iâll make you beg first.â
Feydâs eyes darkened with something feral. His hands shot up, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise and in one powerful surge he flipped them again pinning her beneath him completely, wrists trapped again above her head in one of his large hands. His cock nudged her entrance, thick head parting her folds.
âNoâ he said simply, voice a rough command. âYou donât get to lead. Not here. Not ever.â
He thrust in, slow at first, but relentless inch by thick inch stretching her open. She was tight, resistant, and the burn made her cry out, back arching off the furs, her hands pushing at his shoulder. He didnât stop. He sank deeper, hips rolling forward until he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against her, buried to the hilt inside her clenching heat.
âFuck-too big-â she gasped, legs kicking uselessly.
âBreatheâ he ordered, forehead dropping to hers, eyes locked on hers with that obsessive intensity. âYouâre going to take every inch. Feel me stretching this tight cunt open? Thatâs me claiming whatâs mine now.â He stayed still for long seconds, letting her adjust, but his free hand slid between them to circle her clit with devastating slowness. âYouâre fighting it, but your body is milking me already. So wet. So fucking perfect.â
She tried to twist away again, cursing him but the drag of his cock and the relentless pressure on her clit sent sparks shooting through her nerves. Pleasure coiled low and unwilling in her belly. He began to move then, long deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive wall inside her. Each thrust ground his pelvis against her clit and no matter how she bucked or snarled, he held her pinned, dominating every movement.
âYouâre mineâ he rasped against her mouth, nipping her lower lip. âThis pussy is mine. Fight all you want, your cunt is sucking me deeper with every thrust. Good girl. Thatâs it⌠stop pretending you donât need this.â
The praise slipped through her defenses like oil on water. She hated it. She hated how it made her walls flutter around him. She tried one last time to seize control, wrapping her legs around his waist and attempting to roll them but he laughed darkly and hooked one of her knees over his elbow, folding her open wider. The new angle let him drive even deeper, the blunt head of his cock kissing her cervix with every powerful snap of his hips.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the chamber, obscene and rhythmic. Her moans broke free despite her clenched teeth, raw unwilling sounds that only seemed to spur him on.
âCome for meâ he growled, voice thick with obsession. âI can feel you tightening. Donât fight it, love. Let it take you. Come on my cock like the good girl youâre going to be.â
She didnât want to. She fought the building wave with every ounce of defiance left in her, clenching her jaw, trying to think of anything but the thick drag of him inside her, the way his thumb never left her clit, the way his dark eyes bored into hers like he could see straight through to her soul. But the pleasure was relentless, coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped.
Her orgasm crashed over her against her will, deep shattering, rolling through her in heavy waves that made her whole body seize. Her walls clamped down around him in rhythmic pulses, milking his cock as white-hot pleasure tore through every nerve. A raw cry tore from her throat, back arching violently off the furs. She came harder than she ever had, vision blurring, thighs trembling uncontrollably around him.
Feyd snarled in triumph, hips stuttering. âYes-fuck, thatâs my good girl. Look at you coming for me even while you hate it. So beautiful when you submit.â
He fucked her through every aftershock, never slowing, drawing it out until she was whimpering, oversensitive and still clenching helplessly. Only when the last tremor faded did he pull out slowly, watching with dark fascination as his cock glistened with her release and a trickle of her arousal leaked from her swollen entrance.
He flipped her onto her stomach before she could catch her breath, yanking her hips up until she was on her knees, chest pressed to the furs. She tried to crawl away, still defiant but he gripped her hips in an iron hold and mounted her from behind in one brutal thrust. The position suited his dominance perfectly, he could pin her completely, body curving over hers, teeth grazing her shoulder as he drove into her soaked pussy.
âAgainâ he growled against her ear, voice wrecked with lust and possession. âYouâre going to come one more time while I fuck you like the unruly little slave you were. And this time youâll say my title when you do.â
She tried to push back against him, to fight the angle that let him hit so deep but he only slammed forward harder, one hand sliding beneath her to circle her clit again while the other fisted in her hair, tugging her head back so he could bite at her neck. His thrusts were powerful, punishing, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing obscenely. Every stroke dragged his thick cock along that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.
âYou feel that?â he rasped, never stopping. âMy cock owning this cunt. You fought me, you tried to take control, and look at you now, dripping down my balls, clenching like youâll die if I stop. Say it. Say youâre mine.â
She bit her lip bloody trying not to but the pleasure was building again, faster this time, the angle forcing him impossibly deeper. âI-fuck-you-â
He reached down and pushed two fingers alongside his cock, stretching her even fuller and the added fullness and burn broke her completely. The second orgasm ripped through her without mercy, deeper, longer, a blinding wave that made her sob into the furs as her walls spasmed violently around him. âMy lord-na-Baron-please-â
The submission in her voice undid him. Feyd roared, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard, flooding her with thick, hot pulses of his seed. She felt every spurt, every twitch deep inside, marking her from within. He stayed buried while they both shuddered through it, his chest pressed to her back, arms caging her completely.
When he finally pulled out, a heavy trickle of his cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy. He gathered it on three fingers and pushed it back inside her slowly, curling them to keep every drop deep where it belonged, stroking her fluttering walls until she whimpered from overstimulation.
âMineâ he murmured, voice low and satisfied as he collapsed beside her, pulling her limp body against his chest despite her weak attempt to shove him away. His hand stroked down her spine, possessive and almost tender now. âYou fought beautifully. But youâre broken for me now. And youâll come to crave it.â
She lay there, breath ragged, body still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure she hadnât wanted to feel. The citadelâs machinery hummed around them like a heartbeat. Defiance still flickered in her eyes, but it was quieter now, tempered by the heavy weight of his arm around her waist and the undeniable truth that he had won.
Outside, the black sun rose higher over Giedi Prime. Inside the obsidian chamber, the unruly slave had met her new master and in his arms, fighting had only led to the sweetest surrender.
