One shot but please let me know if I should continue this... I want to but not sure of the direction. Appx. 450 words
Warning: 18+, NSFW, Feyd
Summary: Takes place before the events of Dune 2. Not for everyone. Mostly smut
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Black eyes gleamed in the dim light, like pools of oil. The Harpies moved with no urgency. They had been fed and were languid. For now. Their naked, pale skin blended together. It was difficult to tell where one ended and another began. Feyd slid between two of them. His naked chest almost as flat-white as their skin. His eyes were heavy-lidded and lustful.
“Mmmmm,” he sounded satisfied through his closed lips. He moved a hand up the thigh of one Harpy as she slid her leg over his belly. He cupped the cheek of another as she gazed down at him. Her black teeth glinted as they caught the light. She smoothed her hand over his head and grazed her nails down his cheek. Her eyes held a look that to any outsider might be misunderstood. Feyd saw adoration, worship. He grinned back at her as he leaned up to kiss her.
It was a slow, intimate kiss at first, then escalated abruptly. The Harpy clawed at his neck. She slid herself on top of him, straddling him, pushing the other off him. That one mewled but moved out of the way obediently. The third writhed in the sudden movement, disturbed. She inched closer to Feyd. Without speaking, he raised his head and she lay sideways beneath him, her belly a pillow for his head.
Feyd’s hands gripped the Harpy’s hips as she slowly rutted against his abdomen. His eyes gleamed, almost intoxicated. Their worship made him feel the way a fight could, high on power. He let the Harpy rub and slide on him. She bent down to lick his chest, over his nipples. Then she pushed herself against his pants and whined. An animalistic sound mixed with human desperation. He had not pleased her. She wanted more.
“Not now, my darling,” he said, gravel and malice in his voice. He slowly reached up and stroked and teased a breast of the Harpy behind him. She gave a satisfied moan and wiggled underneath his head.
The woman who had been so rudely displaced by her sister-concubine cupped Feyd’s cheek and turned him to face her. She licked his lips and teased with the tip of her tongue until his grin faded and his mouth opened for her. He exhaled a quiet moan as she licked around his mouth. She slid her hand down his neck and chest. His eyes half-opened as she moved her hand between the legs of the Harpy on top of him. She pulled back, tongue sliding out and over his upper lip as she watched him stare at her hand. She licked up his jaw and nibbled at his ear.
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Feyd and his Harpies, cannibalism, pain, blood, oral, and our favorite: black cum (Okay, look, he thinks of them as objects, not me. I just can’t get him out of my head.)
Summary: Brain rot about that last warning. I had to write something from his POV. I enjoy writing from the male POV but don’t get enough practice. I hope it works. Just over 800 words.
Feyd tossed his dusty, bloody clothes on the floor. He ran his hands over his head. The practice sparring simultaneously cleared his mind and got his blood pumping. He didn’t have a ritual after fights but often needed to release the excess energy. His darlings, waiting, always starving for any scraps of attention, would enthusiastically be the targets of that release.
He listened to their soft breathing behind him. The man whose blood stained his clothes had provided them with an indulgent meal. When he had walked into his room they looked at him but with drowsy eyes. They were accustomed to waiting for his attention, rarely demanding it.
Not all the blood on his hands had come off when he washed and the red in the creases looked almost black against his skin. He flexed and fisted his hands, replaying the fight in his mind. His muscles had begun to ache already and it would be much more intense by the next day. He rubbed the shoulder that had received a particularly hard blow and smiled faintly as the pain radiated.
Feyd turned toward the bed and his Harpies. Their eyes were a bit livelier now that they noticed he was naked. One licked her lips as she narrowed her eyes, watching his growing erection. He stood next to the bed evaluating them, a look of pride on his face, pride and hunger. He petted the head of the first Harpy to sit up. She gazed up at him as he cupped her cheek in his palm. He looked at each of them in turn as they slithered closer to him. He didn’t require it but preferred that they were naked. It pleased him when he didn’t have to wait for them to undress.
He gazed at half-opened mouths, pert nipples, and hairless clefts between thighs. He continued to absentmindedly pet the one woman but began to stroke his hard cock. Another Harpy moved closer to him, sitting up on her knees. She gently ran her fingers up his thighs, along the line of his hips, up his belly. She stretched up to meet him part way and Feyd obliged and kissed her parted lips. Her tongue lapped at his black teeth. Slowly, she replaced her hand with his and squeezed and stroked his cock. He moaned.
He squeezed her breast with one hand, grabbed her head with the other. The abandoned Harpy whined and followed his hand. She licked at their ears, dividing her attention between Feyd and the woman. The third Harpy managed to insert herself into the kiss and turned his face to her. He let her and only opened his eyes enough to see the disappointment on the other Harpy’s face. He smiled into the lips on his. He enjoyed their competing desires as much as he enjoyed their bodies. Feyd pulled back from the kiss. Smiling down at the woman stroking him he pressed firmly on the back of her neck.
“Open your mouth for me, my darling,” he growled. She did. His moved her hand and slid the tip of his cock along her bottom lip. Black pre-cum coated it and he sighed. She opened wider and pushed her tongue out, making room for him. She looked up at him, expressionless except for searching black eyes waiting on her next direction. None came.
Feyd grabbed the sides of her face with both hands. She closed her lips around his cock as he fucked into her mouth. He groaned softly as the warmth enveloped him. He closed his eyes and images of the fight he had won earlier flashed in his mind. He felt hands on his thighs, his ass, and his balls. A tongue licked his ribs and down his side. Fingers teased him from his lower back to the back of his thigh.
Sweet, lovely sounds filled his ears. The wetness of the Harpy’s mouth on his cock. Her muffled moans and occasional gasps when he would pause to let her catch her breath. The mewling of the other two as they tasted and teased him. They rarely spoke anymore, only his name occasionally, no louder than a whisper. These sounds were what he craved.
One of them squeezed his balls and he pushed his full length into the woman’s mouth. She groaned around him and the vibrations made the tightness in his core unravel. He pulled out just enough to spill his black, thick load over her tongue. He opened his eyes and watched the corners of her mouth twitch up in a small smile. His deep groan turned into an exhale and his shoulders slumped. He released her head. As he moved back he wiped the head of his cock on her tongue.
“Swallow. All of it,” Feyd commanded. The Harpy obeyed. He wiped black from the corner of her mouth with his thumb and pushed it between her lips. Her tongue lapped it from him.
Warning: 18+, NSFW, Feyd, trash, filth, what is wrong with me? Just all of them okay?
Summary: I don't know... Feyd has a foursome with his darlings? There is nothing to summarize. Appx 1,100 words
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Feyd turned to watch as the Harpy slid her fingers between the legs of the Harpy straddling him. Her fingers stroked and drew whining moans from the other woman. He licked his lips. One hand lazily toyed with the third Harpy’s breast, first stroking, then squeezing, now pinching her nipple. All three women made small, soft sounds but those sounds made Feyd’s mouth water.
He slid his other hand down the back of the Harpy next to him, cupped her ass in his hand briefly, and guided her lower, toward the other woman. He lifted his hips and sneered. Denying her what she wanted, combined with the friction of her heat against his pants, made him begin to grow hard. She writhed and pushed herself against him and against the Harpy’s fingers. She arched her back and scratched at his hard stomach. He laughed.
One Harpy riding him, one kneeling beside him, and one cradling his head, yet Feyd played with them with detachment. He ran his fingers down the curve of an ass and up between thighs and twisted a nipple with the other hand. He watched the two in front of him as the other started to stroke his cheek, his lips. She slid her fingertips into his mouth. She didn’t look at the others, nor at him. This Harpy had her eyes closed, her arm casually behind her head.
Feyd’s eyes slid closed as he tasted the Harpy’s fingers. She had covered them in her wetness before stroking his face and putting them in his mouth. He hummed around the two small fingers. When she slid them out he was hard. He dropped his hand from her breast and sat up, startling the other two Harpies.
He lifted one off him with such ease that she loooked as light as a doll. He flicked a hand at the other and she recoiled, not afraid she would be hit but in disappointment. Then he stood up from the bed. He didn’t turn to face the Harpies as he unfastened and slid his pants down. He stepped out of them. Only two of the women watched the muscles of his smooth ass flex and they watched with watering mouths.
When he turned back to them they moved forward. All but the Harpy still laying on her back, head resting on her arm. She didn’t open her eyes. One of the other women crawled closer to where Feyd stood and ran her fingers down the line of his hip. The Harpy on his left nearly hissed and crawled forward, mouth slightly open, black eyes never leaving his face.
Feyd looked down at them both. He gripped his cock and thumbed the precum over the head. He watched them lick their lips. Then he looked up at the top of the bed.
“No,” he growled. He slowly knelt on the bed and grabbed the third woman, fingers digging into her thighs. He yanked her toward him and she finally opened her eyes. Her smile was mischievous and black. She looked near the edge of laughter until Feyd’s hand closed around her throat. Then her expression changed to one of intense pleasure. With his other hand he pushed her knees open.
“You don’t want to play tonight, darling?” His narrowed eyes searched her face. His grin showed only a hint of teeth. He squeezed just a bit tighter on her neck as he stroked his cock. “I think you do.”
The Harpy squirmed and raised her hips at him. She scratched nails down his forearm and smiled up at him. Feyd felt one of the others run her hand down his back, over the curve of his ass. The third rubbed his side and stomach, trying to inch her way down to his cock. He shoved her away lightly with his hip. She whined but slid her hand to his chest and occupied her fingers with his nipple.
Without letting go of the Harpy’s neck he leaned forward and guided himself to her waiting cunt. He pushed in with one firm stroke and she groaned. She ground her hips against him. Feyd’s head dropped between them and he let out a guttural sound that vibrated from deep in his chest. He rested his hand beside her head as he began to pound into her. Short, low grunts coming from him with each thrust. When he finally let go of her neck she gasped in air. She moaned and writhed underneath him.
The two other Harpies cautiously moved closer and stroked and licked any available skin. One slithered up on Feyd’s right, the other on his left. They tried to catch mouths with theirs but were unsuccessful as Feyd pounded into the Harpy beneath him.
He reached out blindly next to him, panting, and found legs. He slid his hand between them and groaned when he found the Harpy’s wet heat. She whimpered and spread her legs for him. He slipped his fingers inside her. He squeezed his eyes shut, head bowed, almost on the Harpy’s chest. He felt a mouth on his back, a tongue on his spine, moving lower.
Feyd felt his climax building inside him. The Harpy’s cunt squeezed and released his cock. He moaned as he curled his fingers inside the other woman. Then the tension that had built in him exploded as the Harpy below him sunk her teeth into his neck. His eyes flew open. He bit down on his tongue to hold back the near-howl that had almost escaped him. He felt the pain run down his core and mingle with the pleasure at the base of his cock. He came, spilling inky-black cum into the Harpy and growling.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him inside her as she released him from her teeth. His fingers twitched inside the other woman almost in time with his softening cock. He pulled his hand away. The Harpy mewled but backed off and laid down next to her sister-concubine. The third kissed her way up Feyd’s back and slowly stretched out on the bed next to the pair.
Feyd exhaled and lifted himself up on his hand and knees. As he pulled out of her, the Harpy whined and refused to unwrap her legs. He straightened up and pushed her legs off his waist. She pouted. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She nearly purred against him.
His neck throbbed where she had bitten him. He was lightheaded. He let her have her little kiss, she had earned it. With the last of his strength he let himself fall onto the bed between two of the women. He pulled them into his arms and they curled their legs around him. He looked at the third, just out of reach and almost smiled. He caught her eye and the Harpy clambered over another to rest her head on his chest. Her head rose and fell with his slowing breaths. She smiled and closed her eyes as his hand stroked her smooth head.
