"You keep staring at her," I said worriedly. He did, and it bothered me. Any time Chani was around us he just stared and stared.
"It's hard not to when you've been dreaming about someone for ages and then you meet them."
"I'm sick of your dreams Paul," I finally snapped and threw a rock harshly against the wall of our small sietche.
"Woah, love, what is going on?"
"What's going on is that I love you, I love you more than words can say. I am your wife, but you keep looking at another woman. You can't see why I'd be terrified that you... well that you-"
I broke down into sobs. The thought of Paul leaving me was too much to bear.
"I know she's gorgeous and smart and a good fighter and-"
Now he cut me off. He pressed his lips to mine and brought me onto his lap. He sighed happily, massaging my hips. I let myself melt into the kiss though I was frightened.
"I would never, ever leave you. You are my guiding light. I would be entirely lost without you," Paul told me, holding my face.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh I'm positive. Chani will not steal me away from you, I am yours completely," he whispered and kissed my forehead.
Info - using the voice on reader, hiding in dessert, vision, couple fight
He looked bad. His hair was stringy with sweat, and he kept coughing. I knew the spice affected him worse than others but when he'd kissed me a moment ago and I'd placed my hand on his chest, his heart had been running wildly. I was concerned as he coughed again, turning on a small light. How long could we play this game of hide and go seek until we were found and probably tortured before we actually died?
That's when I noticed Paul's eyes had gone glassy. He was having a vision, and from the way he breathed and the tears that lined his eyes it was one he did not want to see.
"Paul, Paul my love you need to snap out of this okay?" I begged him. He mumbled something I couldn't understand.
"Paul, I don't know what you said, but love if this is a painful vision then come back to me. Come back to me Paul," I begged him.
"A holy war stretching across the universe like unquenchable fire," he whispered in a haunted tone.
"Paul," I said worriedly, but it seemed no use, he wasn't with me.
"Somebody help me, please," he begged and my heart was nearly bursting with sympathy. I moved to him, straddled him even, holding his terrified face in my hands. He still wasn't with me.
He began to rant as he kicked his legs out. Even under my weight he writhed. I was worried beyond belief because no matter how loudly I called his name he did not stir from his ramblings.
"A war in my name!" He screamed.
"No Paul, you want peace, not war," I tried to remind him of that. He suddenly saw me for real and I hugged him to me. I petted his hair.
"Paul, my dear, you are good. You are a good man, don't forget that. You are the Duke and my husband. You know who you are, you know who you are-"
"GET OFF ME!" He screamed and I was forced back for he had done something he had sworn he'd never do. He had used the Voice on me.
"You're part of the problem! My mother, you! Surrounding me with bene gesserits, ensuring I'm a freak! A freak who will, who will-" he broke down into sobs. I didn't know if he wanted me to touch him or not.
"I'm sorry," he gasped. That was all I needed to surge forward and hold him.
"Please forgive me," he begged between kisses. "I couldn't survive without you, I'd be nothing without you at my side. I was wrong, I was hurting. I'll never push you away again."
"I forgive you Paul," I was crying now too.
"How are we going to get out of this?" He asked me desperately. "I'm so used to having all the answers."
"I don't have all the answers, but I have you, and I count that as the best thing I can have," I whispered to him. He clasped my hand and nodded, agreeing without words. We'd do this together, we'd make it out together.
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"I don't know what to do Paul," I said, feeling helpless. That wasn't a feeling I often had. Being a Bene Gesserit meant I had powers to stop most things that would make me feel helpless.
However, right now, I had a stalker. Pictures of me sleeping, walking around, even touching myself were being laid on my bedside table. Every morning, a new one.
I had finally confided in my best friend Paul. He'd been outraged and promised to put his best men on it. However, no matter how many guards were placed around me and my room, the stalker always managed to get in.
"I get letters too," I whispered.
"What do they say? Can you identify the handwriting?" He asked me worriedly.
"No, it's typed," I said and handed him the paper.
"D-don't judge me," I mumbled. The letter was incredibly descriptive and dirty.
"I have seen you," Paul's voice was low, and somehow he made the weird words sound enticing.
"You slip your fingers inside your folds and you arch upwards. Your clit swells as lust ripples through you. How badly I wish I could suck that bundle. I wish you knew how delicious you looked as you pant and fondle your needy breast. The way you massage your perky nipples. If I was there your gasps would be louder, and you would meld yourself to me, so addicted that you'd never leave. I'd have you living in the bed where I pleasure you over and over again, and listen to your delicate sounds of undoing. You'd be mine forever. Just the way I planned."
"That's.... Intense," Paul said, clearing his throat. I hated that when he'd read it, it hadn't made me cringe, but melt instead. He'd sounded so sensual it nearly killed me. I was drenched.
"Oh Paul," I moaned and launched myself into his arms. "What am I going to do?"
"Would it make you feel better if I slept in your bed tonight?" He said carefully. It was a splendid idea. I knew I'd be needy for my best friend by morning but I'd rather feel needy and safe than scared and restless.
"Yes, oh thank you," I said. "I've tried to stay the whole night multiple times to catch them, but I can't for some reason
That night I laid down beside Paul. He pulled me into his arms.
"Nothing will happen to you," he promised. "I am here."
For the first time in weeks I felt safe. My heart beat slowed and I snuggled against Paul. I fell asleep easily, until I felt someone lick my neck. I opened my eyes in fear, but all I saw was Paul.
"W-was that you?" I asked him. He looked different, eyes glittering, smug smile on his lips. I sucked in a breath as he rubbed his hard cock on my leg.
"All of it was me," he said in a dark whisper.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It's all been me, I'm your stalker, I'm obsessed with you," he murmured, pushing my nightgown strap down, and kissing my shoulder.
"So I'm not in danger?" I asked.
"Only of me devouring your pussy," he growled.
"Oh, Paul, why did you have to scare me half to death?" I demanded. He just laughed and kissed me
"Let me put my cock in you pup," he said.
"Why?" I asked, but pulled up my night gown.
"Because I like it messy," he said.
"What messy?" I asked as he shoved his huge cock inside me. I moaned and he let out a deep guttural groan and came immediately.
"Oh fuck!" I whimpered as he shot rope after rope of cum.
"My meals," he said, pulling out and moving his mouth down to my heat.
"That's what I like messy," he chuckled and dove in. I cried out, clutching the sheets as he slurped the mixture of cum and essence into his mouth. His tongue exploded me lavishly. It swirled inside me, getting every drop of my slick. My hands fell in my hair. I was panting and arching into his mouth. He was right I made much more noise with him. I clutched as my breast, rolling my nipple wildly.
"Paul, fuck, Paul, feels so damn good," I whined. He licked a stripe up me. Next he suckled my clit as though it was the best tasting thing he'd ever had. The wet sounds of his mouth made me nearly dizzy.
"I'm going come, fuck m'gonna come!" I screamed and I let go. The knot inside me unfurled and I rutted up desperately into his mouth. I was weak with pleasure feeling like he'd sucked the life from me.
"Mmmm, just as delicious as I thought," he purred.
"Stay in my room every night," I begged.
"My pleasure," he said and pulled me back into his arms.
