am i the only one who likes when bold buffed dudes are subbing and when shy lanky dudes are domming? i enjoy the contrast in general. like yes, let me dom this man in an authority position who has a very deep voice and is conventionally masculine, but let me be dom by the nerdy guy who's overlooked by everyone
Cw: fluff, crack, reader and Feyd are slowly getting used to each other, Feyd is still down bad, reader has long hair, neurodivergent coded!reader.
"I think you would look beautiful with long hair, Feyd."
"Don't mock me, woman."
Your eyes gleam with amusement, your hand lifting your hair to place over Feyd's head while he gazes down on the documents on his desk.
You sigh, twirling strands of your hair as they flick onto the side of Feyd's head. "But you must think of what it would be like to have hair, no? Or is it something the Harkonnens are advanced from already?–"
The pale man roles his eyes, dipping his fingers in a small bowl of water before flicking his fingers towards your face. You yelp, recoiling as you send him a glare whilst the man has the gall to let out a silent smirk.
"You know, you would be more likeable if you had less of a scowl and if you maybe decided to wear a fancy wig–"
"Harkonnens must be known for our brutality and stark appearance, my wife. If I did not keep up my reputation, others would begin to believe that acceptions are tolerated, and seperate houses would begin to think we are weak."
You purse your lip, giving thought to his perspective as you stare down at the locks of your hair. Huh, come to think of it, you were like the albino of the House Harkonnen, appearance completely different from theirs which made you feel rather different at times. "Hmm, so does this mean I should cut my hair?"
Feyd stills– eyes wide at the thought of you cutting your hair as the documents start to crease in his grip in reflex.
"Cut your hair, dearest?" Feyd asks, throat bobbing as he avoids your eyes. The muscles in his jaw clench, as he can't even bring himself to think about something that was so you be taken away.
"Well, I've been thinking about it because I feel like it maybe needed a trim, but now that I mention it I think it would be more appropriate if–"
The man's ears ring, unable to pay attention to your words as he stares at the wall in contemplation and inner agony.
"Na-Baron, are you even listening??–"
Feyd's eye twitches, enough to bring him back to this horrible reality at the mention of you addressing him with that damn title.
"How many times have I told you to not call me that? You're my wife, for fucks sake–"
"Oh, stop cursing, will you?? I just wanted your opinion on a very important matter on the reputation that you said House Harkonnen should maintain!–"
"No."
Your mouth falls agape, deadpanning at your arranged husband as he crosses his arms and turns away from you in his chair.
Is he pouting?? Is he seriously pouting??–
You huff, tilting your head to the side as you scratch your head in thought. "But I thought you were all for tradition and seriousness!"
"Being married to you means being in your presence, which is the opposite of seriousness, wife."
Feyd casts a glance to you from the corner of his eye. "You drive me insane, woman. The wife's duty is not to deprive the husband of his sanity, what you do to me is not tradition-"
Your eye twitches in irritation, letting out a huff as you flip the bowl of water so that it splashes Feyd in the side of his head. The na-Baron flinches, ducking the swat of your sandal as he catches your wrist in his palm. Feyd meets your eyes, staring into you as you squint at him in calculation.
"Don't cut your hair."
"Is that what this was about? Why didn't you just start with that first, you bastard?"
"Because as your husband, I thought it would be kind of me to let you know that you're not normal."
"You're definition of kindness is terrible. You are terrible."
"What would be terrible was if you cut your hair. Don't do it."
You squint at the man, staring down at him as he merely blinks at you in nonchalance. Feyd brings your wrist closer to his lips, placing your palm against his cheek as he presses his lips against your pulse point.
"Your hair is majestic, my wife. Do not cut it for the sake of tradition or to please others."
Tha-thump.
Your eyes soften in surprise, feeling heat rush to your face as you avert your eyes and clear your throat. "Well, if you like it so much, then I suppose I can let it grow."
Feyd looks up at you, puppy-dog eyes as he gives you a soft smile and rubs his thumb across the back of your hand. God, was he falling in love with you.
You glance at him, a sly grin making its way onto your lips as you raise your eyebrows teasingly. "I guess I can let it grow long enough so that we can make a wig for you, na-Baron–"
Feyd deadpans, smile dropping as he stares at you disappointingly while you snicker. Oh, for fucks sake, you just had to ruin the moment, didn't you?
"Wife, you and your... weirdness ruin my hopes that you will let me live in peace and quiet."
"Aww, thank you husband!"
The Harkonnen dies internally at your bluntness. God, was this going to be a long married life.
Description: In an alternate universe where Paul never dreamed and fell in love with Chani, he becomes a tyrant feared throughout the universe, being a sadistic maniac whose power is worshipped as that of a god. The Brotherhood sent you as Muad'Dib's concubine to try to manipulate him, but all you want is to live free, so you don't try to persuade him, but to escape. But your unexpected twist in fate makes Atreides start to love you, his obsession growing without you realizing it. So when you finally escape, Paul is not accepting it.
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Warnings: possible spelling mistakes (English is not my first language), bene gesserit!Reader, nsfw, afab!reader, obsessive and possessive behavior, Dark!PaulAtreides, slavery (not sexual), child abuse, mentions of torture and blood, swearing, mentions of ideas like suicide, use of Voice, sexual content sexual scene here (not recommended for minors, read at your own risk), obscenity, (Spoiler: Corrino!Reader), everything is fictitious and false!
You didn't care about this marriage, you didn't even care about Paul Atreites.
So why the hell are you trembling so much?
Two months have passed since that day, things have moved…slowly.
You had a month of "preparation," being cared for by the emperor's Fremen servants to become "worthy."
The wedding was reasonable, to tell the truth.
You were dressed in green, the color of House Atreides, in a rich dress, a dress a slave wouldn't wear. The ceremony was in the Palace itself, broadcast to the great houses—a request from the Reverend Mother.
The emperor was…kind.
He walked beside you and offered his hand to lead you to the altar. Throughout Stigar's speech, he looked at you harmlessly.
You don't know what to think of it.
Paul Atreites had several concubines, but accounts say they died before consummating their wedding night. He was never kind to his companions either. You don't know if this is a game he's playing or a test, but you're going along with it.
This should have been the biggest highlight of the last month.
But then, you cut ties with the Reverend Mother.
The fight between you and her happened days after your wedding; the emperor couldn't fulfill his wedding night that month due to political issues. This left you alone, giving her an opening.
You ended up exploding.
That crazy woman tried to get you to poison the emperor with some damn aphrodisiac, so he would be vulnerable and you could use him. You weren't going to do that.
No matter how bad Paul Atreites was, nobody deserved to be sexually used against their will. You refused to do it, and she tried to use her voice, her damn voice, on you. You snapped.
This led to the situation where you haven't seen her since, asking them not to let her speak to you (it wasn't difficult, you learned that nobody in this palace liked her). You weren't going to put up with her anymore, screw the mission, you're leaving anyway, you just have to go with the flow for now and then get out.
There's only one problem.
The wedding night.
Like every marriage, you and Paul must have… intimate relations. It was expected of you.
But you didn't know how to satisfy a man.
Of course, you were taught about sex, the process in this case. But as a slave you weren't taught about pleasure. Damn, you never even got to touch yourself!
So now, while the maids dressed your body in a beige silk dress, loose-fitting and easy to remove, you were sweating cold. The emperor decided today was the fateful day.
You won't lie, you're nervous.
What if he's rough? Maybe he's sadistic? Will he hurt you?
There's also the possibility that he doesn't even want to lie down, but you don't know.
You were wearing nothing but the dress, no accessories, hair loose, subtle perfumes, something easy to remove. You were led to his room, your hands trembling with an emotion you couldn't define.
You took a deep breath when you were left there.
It's okay, just go with the flow.
It will pass soon.
Paul felt something he couldn't quite define.
You were, at the very least, interesting.
Since the ceremony, Paul hadn't seen you, and yet you remained in his thoughts at various times. He has to admit, when Gurney warned him of your conversation with the old witch, he was surprised that you refused to sedate him.
It would have been a good chance, although Paul doubted he would have succumbed to the poison; he wouldn't have seen the situation coming, just as he doesn't see you.
So, why didn't you accept?
It seems that with each passing day you spend in his palace, you stir his mind more and more. To the point that even his mother noticed.
What were you?
He didn't bother to wear the ceremonial wedding attire given to him, although he knew you would be wearing it; he saw no reason to wear it, he would take it off anyway.
Paul was still wary of you, but as he walked to the room he realized that this would happen somehow. He would decide how that night would end.
Imagine her surprise when she came in and found you at the window.
Process him, but he thought he'd find you lying seductively on the bed or in the center of the room, not engrossed in the outside world. What an interesting little thing you were.
You noticed his presence and bowed, not rising as he walked toward the bed.
"So?" he asks, taking a sip of water from the glass beside him, "do you want to say something?"
You stare at him for a while, until your expression becomes determined, "Actually, I want to."
"I was sent here to subdue the Emperor for the brotherhood, but I suppose you already know that," Paul gives you a small smile; he's known this for a long time, little one. "And I know you don't trust my word."
"But I don't want to be a part of this. I hate Reverend Mother as much as you do, and I won't be a pawn in her game." You sigh, the tremor in your lips revealing your nervousness. "So if the Emperor doesn't wish it, we can… each stay in a corner. We'll just follow appearances and… we don't need to put on this charade here."
…
Paul is surprised.
He's changed his mind.
"I understand," he says softly, and a tense minute of silence stretches between you two, lost in thought. He's the first to break it. "You know…you're not the first concubine the Reverend Mother has sent me to try and subdue me… But you're the first one who's truly honest with me."
He approaches, and you raise your head to meet his, his height towering over yours. "You're really different."
Confusion spreads across your face. So cute. So captivating. "Thank you, your deity—"
"But even if we're actors, we must perform the wedding night." You freeze, not expecting him to actually follow through.
"Are you sure, my lord?"
The blue Fremen eyes look at your face, knowledge swirling in his irises. "What are you so afraid of? It doesn't seem like it's just because of the situation with the old witch."
Not knowing what to say, you tell him the truth. "I wasn't taught to…satisfy a man, my lord?"
"What do you mean?"
"I wasn't sexually educated, sir."
"…Wow, I thought all Bene Gesserit had that education."
You get excited, since he possibly doesn't know who you are. "I am…different, my lord."
Paul stares at you, his eyes traveling over your face, the face he was so fascinated by, the face that was so nervous in front of him now, and a hint of affection surged in his chest. He lifted your chin with two fingers, just as he did before, and asked, "Do you trust me?"
"What do you—"
"Do you trust me?"
Your eyes meet his, and for some reason, you feel safe there.
"Yes."
Paul smiled. And this time, it was with affection.
Shit.
How can a man be so relentless ?
Her fingers gripped the pillow as the emperor fucked her pussy. The impact of his pelvis against her ass made the stars dance forcefully between her eyelids, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as his glans kissed her cervix.
Her moans were muffled by the pillow in her mouth, but Paul could feel the vibration in her intimacy every time he tenderly caressed her waist. He thrust hard and deep into her preciousness, the juices from the mess he made earlier running down her legs, Paul drank from her like a man dying of thirst in the desert.
At some point, he began to kiss her back, increasing the speed as she trembled on top of him. She was short-circuiting, trying not to make so much noise, but the sound of her pussy sucking his cock didn't help, the sound of the kisses and the emperor's touches on her body didn't help at all.
Oh my God, how good that felt.
How many hours had you been at it? You don't know, but your intimacy was VERY heightened, you lost count of how many times you came on his cock and how many times he filled you with his load, but you know you'd been at it for a long time.
The sun will rise soon.
"Look at you, receiving me so well," Atreides squeezed your hips as he plunged his cock into your cervix and left it there deliciously pressed, the action eliciting a loud moan from you and a heat rising in his chest. "It's like you were made for me, huh?"
Increasing the speed, you felt him kissing your neck while fondling your breasts, the tearful mess you were would embarrass the noblewomen of the great houses, but you couldn't think about that.
Paul pulled your chest up, hugging you against his own chest, the angle making his penis fuck you faster, he turned your head and you stared at each other. Paul smiled. "Name"
"No…I can't—"
"Yes, you can, darling, come on, give me another one, please?" He turned you to face him and lifted your legs, one of his hand going to your sensitive clitoris. "Please, come on, beautiful, give me another one? The last one?"
You moaned.
He increased the pace.
"Lord—Oh Creator—"
"Paul," your eyes widened, and he smiled as the familiar pressure in your stomach approached again. "Call me Paul, love."
"Now, come for me."
The permission of your name along with the use of his voice made you arch your back, your body filling you as Paul fucked you between his legs, increasing the speed so you could finish together.
He came with a strong push, burying his face in your neck as his balls trembled, when a jet of hot sperm filled you, your body – which had already finished – started again, making your vagina milk the emperor's thick length.
You both simply lay there, embraced, panting and tired. Paul hugged you with a tenderness you hadn't expected from him.
He rose to your face, two souls gazing at each other with feelings deep inside. "Promise you'll stay by my side?"
His voice came out weak, a small laugh. "I think we already made our vows at the altar, Sir."
Instead of getting angry, he kissed your lips, soft and delicate. When he separated, he asked again, "It's Paul, princess. Promise you'll stay by my side?"
You looked at him. He looked at you. The sunlight began to appear in the windows, illuminating your face and his.
ೃ࿔ SAVAGE BONDS part I 『 feyd rautha x atreides!reader 』
summary: destined to one another since conception, your very life belongs to feyd rautha. as a token of good will you are sent to the strange planet of giedi prime a week before your wedding ceremony, only to learn that it is far more hostile than you imagined it would be. a failed assassination attempt has tempers flaring and sparks flying when it is decided to be safer to sleep alongside feyd. you hate to admit it, but he has played the part of a "protector" better than the guards who were tasked to watch over you. whilst you have been dreading this union all of your life, feyd has been anticipating it. meeting you as children had left him awe-struck. . . and a bit obsessed.
warnings: !SMUT HEAVY IN FUTURE PARTS!, feyd is super overprotective in this fic and kills multiple people in your honor, blood and gore, it's a dark romance folks, political marriage, forced proximity, temporary unrequited love, a lil dubious consent in some scenes, there's a lot of talk about breeding, enemies to lovers (in your mind, not his), there's a "who did this to you" scene, knife play, blood kink, breeding kink heavy, lots of scent marking/marking. (needs to be edited, so please excuse any temporary errors!)
word count: 5.3k
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The ancient walls of Castle Caladan were a fortress, the long winding halls a labyrinth to those unfamiliar with its layout. You had tried feigning sleep when you had been made aware of the surprise guest’s arrival, a one “reverend mother”- as your mother referred to her. The cool air from the hallway nipped at your exposed arm, which currently hung limply over the side of the bed.
“She’s even smaller than your son, Jessica.” The voice sounded more like a wheeze- and it certainly didn’t belong to anyone you had ever met before.
“As I’ve already said, the Atreides are slow to grow.” Your mother’s tone didn’t hold even a semblance of a bite to it, not like you expected. She was usually fiercely protective of you and your brother.
Your finger twitched, causing the woman to stifle whatever disapproving comment she was about to make. Being caught eavesdropping like this certainly wasn’t ideal, but you found it impossible not to be curious.
“She really is just like her brother,” More like he was more like you. You’d always been the rowdy one of the two. Paul must have been listening in as well, and you imagined that he was more insulted at the comments of his lack of height and muscle than you were. “The little rascals.”
There was a beat of silence before the woman began to crone again. This time you opened your eyes just a sliver, staring into the dark abyss of your room so that you could make out the shapes of your mother and the stranger.
“Rest now. Both you and your brother need to be prepared to meet my Gom Jabbar.” The reason couldn’t be pinpointed, but there was something about her tone that filled you with dread.
Your mother woke you up the next morning, bright and early.
Not even the breathing exercises that your mother had taught you had been able to calm you down last night. The darkness had swallowed you whole, which resulted in a dreamless sleep that left you feeling just as unrested as you had felt the night before. Your mother noticed your hesitations, the skirts of her dress dragging against the stone floor as she moved in the direction of your closet. The dress that she picked out for you was one of your more official garments, the red hawk of the Atreides crest proudly sewn onto the right breast.
“Did you sleep well?” She questioned as she laid the dress neatly onto the edge of the bed, urging you to stand once her hands were free.
You blinked at her, nervously brushing your hands along the soft cotton of your nightdress. Your voice felt stuck in your throat, but you still managed to lie.
“Yes, of course.” Your tone was flat, and for once she didn’t question you on the reasoning. She knew exactly what had you feeling so uncomfortable in your own home.
Gom Jabbar. Gom Jabbar. Gom Jabbar.
What exactly did the old woman want from your family? Lady Jessica was a Bene Gesserit, which could only mean that this woman was a higher up, sent to pay you and your brother a visit. You knew nothing about any “coming of age” rituals.
Paul barged into the room, dressed in his finer clothes as well. He leaned against the wall of your room, lips pursed as if he was deep in thought. You tilted your head to the side, leveling him a worried glance. He simply shook his head, and you knew at once that he wasn’t trying to dismiss your worries.
‘Not here. Later.’ His expression told you, and for once you obeyed.
“The reverend mother is waiting on the both of you. Paul, get out of your sister’s room so she can get ready.” She commanded, her tone leaving no room for whining or disobedience.
He groaned, pushing himself off of the wall so that he could head back out and into the hall. You shrugged out of your dress quickly at the hurried insistence of your mother, allowing her to do up the clasps of the dress for you.
“Who is she?” You asked simply, brushing your hair to the side so that she could get a better grasp of the dress.
“She was my teacher at the Bene Gesserit school and now she is the Emperor’s Truthsayer.” Your mother sighed out your name, turning you quickly so that you were facing her. “You need to do exactly as she says. There is no room to be prideful today, do you understand?” Her eyes were pleading, and you knew that she had your best interests in mind.
You and your mother walked wordlessly out into the hall, catching up with your brother who was busy running his fingers along the uneven stone walls. You flashed a quick look at your mother before jogging to catch up with Paul, taking the hem of his sleeve into your hand.
“What do you know?” You whispered, turning your head so that you could look at your mother. Much to your surprise she seemed to be in no hurry to separate the two of you.
“I’ve had dreams about her before,” He whispered, and you had to pick up your pace to keep up with his strides. “And mother told me this morning that I have to tell her about my visions.”
Your mouth went a bit dry at the realization that this woman truly was here just for you and your brother. What is the Gom Jabbar and what did it entail? There was no telling.
“She’s in my morning room, you two.” She called out after you.
Jessica caught up, leveling the both of you a disapproving motherly look that had the two of you slowing your strides to match hers. She seemed a bit hesitant, eyes flickering between you and your brother and the closed door.
The “reverend mother” sat in one of the tapestried chairs, her arms perched on either side of the armrests as she watched the three of you come in. The view behind her was beautiful, the sprawling, green farmlands of the Atreides family holding on full display through the large windows behind her. You glanced at your brother, eyes widening when you realized that he was already looking at you. He bowed in her direction and you followed his lead.
“They are a cautious bundle, aren’t they?” The witch-like woman croaked, looking between the two of you.
“As they have been taught, your reverence.”
In this room, here in front of this woman, Jessica was no longer the Duke’s concubine nor your mother. She was reduced to that of a pupil in the face of her teacher. You kept yourself from fidgeting, clasping your hands in front of you. You fought the urge to reach out and grab your brother’s hand, as the two of you so often did when faced with anxiety as children. Fear hadn’t regressed you to that of a blubbering child in years.
Your mother also seemed to fear the woman before her. There was something in her tone that led you to believe that whatever she was here for, it surely wasn’t a pleasantry. Your brother was tense at your mother’s other side, jaw tense as he stared the reverend mother down.
“Teaching is one thing, but there are some things that cannot simply be taught,” Paul’s eyebrows furrowed as she spoke, and as if she was dismissing a servant of the castle, she waved your mother off with a flick of her wrist. “You and your daughter leave us. It will be her turn soon.”
For the first time that morning your mother hesitated, eyes softened as she looked upon her son.
“Your reverence, I-” She began, but was cut off before she could finish whatever it is she was going to say. Surely it was meant to be an objection.
“Jessica, you know that this must be done.” Her voice held a tone of finality. There was no room for your mother to try and wiggle the both of you two out of this trap.
“Yes. . . of course.” Your mother straightened, turning towards both of you.
“This test. . . It’s very important to me, you two.” She spoke in a hushed voice, eyes still fearful.
“Test?” The two of you questioned at the same time, looking at one another in concern. You were confused, even more so than you were before.
“Remember that you’re the duke’s son.” And with that your mother was grabbing your arm, pulling you in the direction of the door.
“I suppose that it is my turn?” Your voice shook with anger as you practically tore the door off of its hinges, anxious to take your brother’s place. His cries and whimpers did not go unheard, even with the thick wood separating the two of you.
Looking at him now, his right arm still shaking from the pain, was like being slapped across the face.
“Right you are, girl. Jessica, please escort your son out of the room.” There was a silvery glint in her bright eyes- a challenge. She could sense it in you.
Your mother didn’t interrupt this time, and without any words exchanged the door closed. Your brother was too shaken up by whatever had taken place in that room to fully comprehend that the same thing was going to happen to you. He tossed a terrified glance over his shoulder at you just before the heavy doors closed. The sound of it echoed around the room, pulsing in your chest as you tried to steady the adrenaline pumping through your veins.
“Your future. . . do you know what is expected of you?”
You eyed the black box that sat next to her as you began closing the distance between the two of you. The question she had asked. . . it was a touchy subject with you. Of course you knew. A day didn’t go by that you weren’t mortified by the prospect of your future. You only had three short years to live and enjoy before you would be forced to abandon your family to join hands with another one.
“Of course I do. It is my duty to marry.” Your voice had a bite to it, your eyes unwavering as you stared her veiled face down.
“It is your duty to marry a Harkonnen. It is an honor to be the only reason that these two great Houses are allies. Your heirs will be powerful beyond comprehension.” The way she spoke. . . she truly believed the shit she was spouting.
It was impossible to consider marrying Feyd an honor. It was an ever-present looming threat.
“Put your right hand in the box.” She commanded, nodding her head in it’s direction.
It seemed harmless enough, nothing more than a metal box. You bent your head ever-so-slightly, trying to have a look inside. It appeared to be a pitch black, endless void. No beginning or end in sight.
You did as you were told, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from muttering anything too disrespectful under your breath. If Paul’s screams were anything to go off of then this was going to be painful. Still, you were shocked by how cold the box was. You wiggled your fingers a few times, feeling the metal encasing them. Slowly a tingling sensation began, almost as if they were falling asleep.
“You’ve heard of animals chewing off a leg to escape a trap? There’s an animal kind of trick. A human would remain in the trap, endure the pain, feigning death that he might kill the trapper and remove a threat to his kind.”
The tingling sensation somehow melded into. . . heat. No, not heat. Burning. It felt as though you had your hand held up to a bright flame. You flinched, but froze when you finally noticed that the reverend mother was holding something against your neck. Your eyes flickered the best that they could to her hand, not wanting to turn your head.
“What I hold at your neck is the Gom Jabbar. The tip of the needle is dipped in poison. Remove your hand from the box and I will plunge it into your neck.”
The palm of your free hand began to sweat, the gravity of the situation finally landing on your shoulders. You would be forced to endure the pain and there was nothing that anyone outside of the doors could do. No guards had come to protect your brother when it was his turn, and no matter how emotional your mother had gotten whilst hearing his screams she still hadn’t rushed in after him. You could truly die here in this room.
“Why are you doing this?” You urged, wincing again as the burning continued to worsen.
Now it felt as though you were almost touching a flame, fingers dancing dangerously close. It wasn’t just uncomfortable now but painful.
“To determine if you’re human. Now be silent.”
Meant for greatness, yet stifled before her prime.
It was impossible for your clipped wings to take flight. The Bene Gesserit had instilled in you your purpose from a very young age, letting it be known that you were little more than cattle to be sold off to breed. The whole arrangement was dehumanizing, but this was the way of galactic high society. Every House had been developed by the close, watchful eye of the Bene Gesserit. Your mere existence was a result of a centuries long breeding program, so how could you ever expect for your own life to be any different?
Every child, especially in their naive youth, dreams of greatness. There was a point in time where you had hoped to mean something. There were differences to be made, rules to be broken, wars to be raged- but you would never be at the helm of any of it. But Paul. . . Paul was different.
“You know something that I don’t.” You weren’t asking Paul, rather telling him what you already knew.
Where you were used to your brother pulling no punches, he had been overly cautious with his treatment of you during training today. For a second he just stared ahead blankly at the wall, and you wondered whether he would try to lie. The older you’ve gotten, the stranger other people’s treatment of you has become. Women were little more than something to be owned. It was a hard lesson to learn and was one you were still grappling with.
Your femininity were the chains that bound you. And what of your ambition? It was currently acting as the flames licking at your boot heels. Soon you feared that it would fully engulf you; become your undoing.
“Tell me.” Your lovely features crumpled, and as childish as it was you found yourself giving his arm a slap.
He jumped at the sudden contact, eyes widening as he turned to face you after what felt like an eternity of prolonged silence between the two of you. The hard flooring felt cool beneath your legs as you stretched them out beneath you, and for a second you found it hard to keep yourself up in a sitting position. The world felt unsteady beneath you, both literally and figuratively.
Paul didn’t have to say anything at all. You looked, you saw, you felt, you understood. Your shared connection had nothing to do with your genes, rather it had to do with your likeness. Two bodies, two minds, but one soul. Your twin’s features crumpled, mirroring that of your own as he pushed a few strands of dark hair away from his face.
“So there is nothing I can do? My fate is sealed.” Your lips felt numb as you spoke.
Your brother’s visions were more frequent than they had ever been before. “Horrors”, he’d described them.
“If there was something I could do. . .” He started, turning quickly to face you, tucking one leg beneath himself. “My hands are tied. Mother and father’s hands are as well.”
Hiding you away or knowingly allowing you to escape your duties would be seen as an act of treason. You’d be putting your parents and their status in danger, and no matter how desperate you were to get out of any sort of marriage pact, it was far too late. Since the very moment you were conceived, this was what you were meant for.
“When will the orders come down, you think?” You pulled your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them tightly.
You wished that you could stay like this forever, protected from the rest of the world. If only you hadn’t been born as twins at all. You wanted so badly to be like Paul.
But the galaxy didn’t work like that. You were not fortunate enough to get what you wanted.
“Soon.”
You felt comforted by the hand that he placed on your shoulder, and even more so when he kept it there until you felt as though you were able to stand up.
You were to marry into House Harkonnen. That was your purpose; to unite the feuding houses and birth powerful offspring. You had met Feyd once before, but only for a fleeting moment. It hadn’t been awkward- no, back then the two of you hadn’t cared enough to pay any mind to the looming threat that was your betrothal. You’d been too young back then to fully grasp the severity of the situation.
You remembered being shocked by his size. He towered over Paul, appearing to be years older than he really was. His hair had been dark back then, thick and slightly curly.
He had only just been taken under his uncle’s wing at the time. The environment of Giedi Prime had yet to fully sink into the young boy. The Harkonnen’s looks had always been startling to you, no matter how many times you’d been exposed to it. They were dark creatures, brooding, hairless with skin as pale as milk- not to mention violent.
The desperate way that Paul had clung to you was not lost on you. You let him squeeze you as tightly as he needed, your arms locking around his back. This meeting would change everything. In a matter of moments your life as you knew it would be taking a drastic turn, and not for the better.
You’d made that very same trek to the parlor room a million times. This was your ancestral home- had been in your family longer than you thought was conceivable, and yet this felt new to you. Wrong. The shadows from the windows were casting strange lights on the wall beside you, and your footsteps sounded muffled in your ears as your pounding heart nearly deafened you. Your father’s hand brushed against your palm a few times, his attempt at showing you physical comfort without causing any sort of scene. You knew that this was Feyd-Rautha’s right.
You were Feyd-Rautha’s right. That simple fact alone was enough to send you reeling, that morning's breakfast churning in your stomach.
“It will be fine.” Your mother’s fingers shaped the words at her side, a comforting and silent presence.
Your parents had always protected you. They had taught you well in all aspects of life. She was right. You had to trust yourself just as much as you trusted them. This will be fine. You will survive.
But god, you wanted to live.
Your worst fear was being locked up like a caged animal, only taken out to be played with or paraded around. You didn’t want to be somebody's little wife; you were no homemaker or bed warmer.
‘I am better than this.’ You thought to yourself, your hands balling into fists at your sides.
As the double doors began creeping open, you felt the sudden urge to run the opposite direction, your parents be damned. The feud between House Atreides and House Harkonnen would surely become deadly if you were to turn your back on the promise now, and that was the only thing that steeled your feet. You stood, back straight and hands clasped tightly at your front.
You looked to be a pillar of strength, but oh- you were so close to crumbling. Your father took a step past the threshold, eyes hard as he bowed his head respectfully in the Baron’s direction. There was still time to turn around. The door was right there, and you were sure that you could commandeer a ship. You’d piloted a few times before in your life, and while you weren’t the best, you were certain you could get yourself the hell off of Caladan. You shuffled your feet, eyes wide as you looked up and caught your mother’s gaze. Her lips were parted, and you could tell that she was trying to decipher your expression.
“What are you doing?” Her hand moved quickly at her side, the flowy gauze-like material of her skirts hiding her frantic movements from the visitor’s view.
Nothing. You were doing nothing. There were no options yet. If you fled then the insubordination would fall back on your parents. If you downright refused then the outcome would be the same. There was nothing you could do but keep your mouth shut and try not to show the Harkonnen even a semblance of vulnerability.
Disdain rolled off of you in waves as you breezed into the parlor, eyes locked on the side of your father’s face as he conversed with the baron. Tensions were high, even now. No pleasantries were being exchanged, that you were sure of. The Harkonnen’s stark black attire was a startling contrast to their pale skin. There, in the middle of two other men, whom you were sure were present for reasons of protection, was Feyd.
He looked the same as the rest of them. Hairless, blue eyes dripping with something that could only be described as malice. Gone was the curly haired child that you remembered. In his place stood someone unrecognizable to you. You wanted to question what the Baron had done to Feyd, but you already knew. Perfection was expected on Geidi Prime.
He had shaped Feyd into the very likeness of perfection. The once dark haired boy was now a walking, talking machine; not even a dead leaf echo of the boy you met all those years ago.
You tried to map out every single one of his microexpressions, searching desperately for any sign that he might disapprove of the predicament the both of you had found yourselves in. He tilted his head to the side, observing you with a horrifying level of concentration. The Baron began to speak, saying something that you didn’t care enough to listen to. You were too distracted by the terrifying man before you.
“She will come back home to Geidi Prime with us. No objections, correct?”
You were marrying him out of an obligation, this he was already privy to. He had seen the reluctance written plain across your face as you’d entered the room. You’d wanted to run. Away from him, away from your responsibilities- and he could not blame you for it. His understanding stopped there though, simply because this proposal wasn’t going against his own wishes.
“The wedding isn’t taking place for another week.” The Duke didn’t seem to like the idea of his unwed daughter leaving his side.
Feyd fought back a smile, having known that the Baron’s sudden request would have this effect on the Atreides family. He watched you squirm like a bug under a magnifying glass, your hand moving at your hip. For a second he thought that you might be tugging at the seam of your dress, writing it off as nothing but a nervous tick- but then he saw the way your mother’s eyes followed those movements.
The two of you were communicating.
“That may be so, however I think that it is only right that your daughter,” Baron Vladimir motioned in your direction. “Becomes better acquainted with Feyd. You don’t agree?”
His uncle decided that it was best to test the boundaries of this alliance. He was pushing the Duke, seeing how far he could get. Leto’s lips twitched, his eyes flickering thoughtfully towards you. Feyd was finding it hard to pay attention to anyone else other than you in the room. He’d spent years imagining what you would look like as an adult- dreamt about it. He’d eagerly been awaiting this moment, counting the days that he could finally be reunited with you.
It wasn’t just because he had been promised powerful heirs. It was the thought that someone was fated to marry him. Since before he was even conceived, you had always been promised to him. That idea had been put into his head since childhood. You were the constant topic in his mind, a person that was unavoidably meant to be in his life for the rest of his days.
In a strange way he had loved you since he was but a child.
Seeing you for that first time had been better than he had anticipated. You were a beautiful little girl, but now? The child that he had met all those years ago did not hold a candle to the grace and brilliance of the woman that stood before him. Nobody else could ever compare. You didn’t have to fall for him right now, he was content with that. Hell, you didn’t even have to tolerate him.
He would find pleasure in wearing you down. He was going to make you love him.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
The adrenaline had run its way out of your system, leaving you cold and alone on a planet that was so incredibly alien to you, you weren’t sure how you’d ever be expected to adjust. Even the oxygen felt different in your lungs- the sweet, acrid smell of chemicals tinging the air around you. It was nothing like your home on Caladan. Your home was a stone castle, but this? This was a cold, black fortress.
You weren’t sure if it was meant to keep people out. . . or in.
You thought back to that fateful day with the reverend mother.
“You’ve heard of animals chewing off a leg to escape a trap? There’s an animal kind of trick. A human would remain in the trap, endure the pain, feigning death that he might kill the trapper and remove a threat to his kind.”
You couldn’t chew your leg off to be free of this. No, you had to lay in wait. Only then could you strike if the situation called for it.
“Striking” could wait until tomorrow though. For now you wanted to rid yourself of the anxiety. Sleep was the only cure you could think of.
“Is the room to your liking?” That husky voice of his was already grating on your nerves.
Feyd had only attempted to speak to you a few times and already you were sick and tired of his presence. He was a constant reminder that you would never know what it was like to be free. Then again, was anybody in the galaxy truly free? Feyd sure seemed to be carefree in his current position.
His tone felt off, like he was toying with you.
“I would be far more pleased about my new living quarters if you were to leave.” You said simply, pulling the slate gray blanket up and over your chin.
You weren’t sure if it was due to his ill-breeding, but he didn’t seem to care that you were in nothing but your night dress. He walked into the room in long-legged strikes, letting the door shut behind him. Never before had the two of you been alone together, not since you were children at least. If you were back in your family home you would feel safer during a moment like this.
You were in his territory now, meaning he had full reign over everything. Your father and family name couldn’t protect you on Geidi Prime.
“You’re in quite the rush to be rid of me,” He didn’t falter for even a second as he moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning back against the plush mattress with a small sigh. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you didn’t like me.” He didn’t seem upset at the notion of you disliking him. In fact, there was a glint in his eyes. That same sort of silvery glint you’d seen in the reverend mother’s eyes all those years ago: a challenge.
This was nothing but a challenge to him. You were a conquest, and you detested that. Your stomach soured, your face becoming pinched as you glared at him. This was all too much too fast. You were in the comfort of your own home not even four hours ago, and now you were expected to make small talk with the source of your life-long discontent.
“And what of your concubines? Could you not pester them tonight and give me a moment's peace?”
“I dismissed them from their duties, permanently, weeks ago.” He said simply, his fingers running along the cotton of the comforter.
“What?” You’d never heard of such a thing.
“Spending time with them would be a waste.” His blue eyes flickered up to meet your eyes. “Acquiring concubines had just been a show of status.”
It took you a few moments to process what he was saying, the burning hatred you had felt just moments ago flickering out into a dull flame.
“Why would spending time with them be a waste? Am I expected to spend that much time with you?” A horror, truly. You had hoped that you’d be able to get away with spending a night or two a week with him, if only to achieve the Bene Gesserit’s goal of siring an heir.
“A waste of time. A waste of seed,” He looked at you pointedly, his lip pulling up into a smile that revealed more of his black teeth. “And both of those things are important to me.”
Your stomach hollowed out as you were once again reminded of what was expected of you. You had a week to prepare mentally for your wedding night, which you weren’t sure was enough.
“And what happened to the concubines? Are they still being housed here?”
“Why? Are you jealous?” He was smiling even wider than he was before.
A shiver ran through you as you noticed how predatory his body language was- you felt like prey under his haughty gaze. It was hard to believe that Feyd had been administered the Gom Jabbar test and passed.
This man was no human. He was an animal, that you were certain.
“Wickedly.” Your tone was flat and noncommittal. Even now, you never saw Feyd as a potential lover.
The man that was your so-called “destiny” was also your jailer.
“Well then you’ll be happy to know that they no longer live here. . . or anywhere, for that matter.” He sat up, rolling his shoulders back to stretch his broad muscles.
The blood drained from your face as you stared up at him from your spot on the bed. He must have felt the weight of your gaze and turned his head, his eyes alight with. . . pleasure. Violence was as ingrained in him as breathing was. It was his life. Standing before you was the prince of death- pale, striking and terrifying.
Animal, indeed.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
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summary: Feyd’s wife was always branded as a dreamer, content to spend a day in her books. but her husband would always entertain her dreams, especially when they save her life /or/ basically the request || warnings: violence, haters gonna hate, death, blood || word count: 1658 || masterlist
REQUEST: I’ve always wondered how Feyd Rautha would handle having a wife like Helaena who speaks in riddles and flinches at loud noises and violence. Maybe an Atreides daughter they’re supposed to create the Kwisatz Haderach with? In a Universe where Jessica stayed loyal to the bene Gesserit. I’d love to know how someone like Feyd would react to her telling him he’s scared the way Helaena does to Aegon in hotd. Maybe he’d have very little patience for her but I could also see him bonding with someone like that. Also I think that someone with Helaena’s ability to retreat inside her own mind would be able to survive on Giedi Prime.
Your fate had been set in stone since your very conception, meant to mend the relationship between two houses that had been at war for centuries and bring forward the greatest mind the universe had ever seen. Jessica had trained you in the Bene Gesserit way since you were young, always believing that your bloodline would be famed for generations after.
But you didn’t want to be famed or revered or feared. You wanted nothing more than to be loved, completely loved. When you learned of your betrothed, there was a sadness that overtook you, an accepting that your husband may never truly love you. He was famed for his cruelty, his majesty in the arena and his fighting prowess. He was not known for his ventless and his love, no Harkonnen ever had been.
The first time you met eyes with your future husband, there was a silent understanding that passed between you two. He was a young boy, barely older than you and yet he looked as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Perhaps there could be a connection between you two, despite your afflictions.
Your father called it dreaming, ignoring whatever technical explanation your mother held. There were things you saw that no sane man could explain and yet they were always true. They came to you in the silent moments of the day, when you read or sketched. You had loved it growing up, seeing glimpses of things yet to come but as you grew, they only ever turned darker.
The diplomatic visit to Geidi Prime was short and yet long enough for you to spend a few hours alone with Feyd. There was an itching under your skin from being on the planet, a discomfort that lingered as you pushed down any dreams that threatened to reveal themselves.
You sat across from Feyd, your hands twisting in your lap.
“What do you like to do?” His voice was soft, always soft when he was with you but the sterness returned the moment someone else entered the room.
You wondered if someone had shared your condition with him. “I read. I draw.” Around him, you didn't feel the necessity to boast of your suitable talents your parents had raised you on. The itching had ceased, even if it was just for a moment. “You?”
“I fight- I'm good at fighting.” He corrected himself. For a moment it seemed like he was done talking, but then he met your gaze and continued. “I don't have much to time to do things I like.”
“Perhaps when we are wed, you will have time to explore things you enjoy.” You meant nothing by it, only that you hoped your husband could find a hobby not controlled or pushed onto him by his Uncle.
Feyd smiled in response and you got the distinct feeling that everything would be alright if you married him. But you could not marry him without guilt unless you told him yourself what you were.
“I dream.” You say, unsure of how to tell him.
Feyd was slightly amused, “You dream? I’m sure many do.”
“No.” You quickly reply. “I see things, visions almost. They are never truly clear, only glimpses of the future.”
“Ah.”
“I didn’t want you to marry me if you didn’t know. I only hope you understand and do not judge me for something beyond my control.”
Feyd’s expression softened as he took stock of the panicked breaking out of your being. “Then you have nothing to worry about.”
The hopefulness in your eyes glistened as you stood, offering Feyd a small bow before leaving the room and returning to your mother and father.
When your day of union arrived, it was a rather happy occasion. Your family smiled as you stayed by Feyd’s side, your hand twisted with his. There was a soft and genuine look of almost-love everytime he looked at you. All that look needed was time to evolve into true love that would pull him under without hesitation. Feyd would let himself be taken by everything you are and he would even beg for it. Your mother and father could see the affection you already shared and knew nothing would come between you.
The Baron, on the other hand, had indifference covering his face all day. This was not a joyous occasion, but a simple ceremony that had to be done in order to end the conflict he wanted to continue. However, this union would bring him more power than war would, and he would just have to accept that.
Feyd reached for two glasses and passed one to you, raising his in a toast. “To the rest of our lives?”
“To the rest of our lives.” You agreed, clinking your glass with his and taking a drink.
Once you had placed your glass back down, Feyd leant forward to capture your lips, letting his heart float like only you could make him. Your marriage was nothing more than picturesque. There was finally peace felt throughout the universe and yet there were some who were still not happy.
The Emperor, despite suggesting the match to weaken the houses and cause friction, watched as they came together in love and only grew stronger. The Atreides were a threat to his reign long before, but with the Harkonnens now as allies, there was nothing that could stop them if they desired his throne.
The final straw came when news of an heir flowed throughout the Imperium. The Atreides and Harkonnens would soon have an heir that would bind them with blood, for eternity.
Your husband had been even more protective of you since the beginning of your pregnancy, barely wanting to leave you alone. The dreams had shown you your daughter, a beautiful girl that was the mix of both you and Feyd. But there was one persistent dream that shook you to your core.
“Feyd?”
“Yes my love?” The nickname had never stopped, ever since the wedding.
“I'm afriad.”
Feyd's face flashed with confusion for a moment as his eyes darted around the room. “What are you afraid of my love? Our families are united, no one would dare stand against Harkonnens and Atreides united. The babe is well, she is growing stronger by the day.”
“There are snakes crawling through the city.” Your voice is a whisper, trembling with every word. You weren’t really aware of what your words meant, only repeating what your mind brought forward.
Feyd smiled at his wife’s words. “There are no snakes on Geidi Prime, my love. They cannot survive here.” He takes a seat next to you, pulling you closer to him as if to protect you.
“They will worm their way to our palace.”
“Then I will double our guard and order lockdown at the slightest threat.” He said it with such conviction that you were almost convinced.
“But-“
“What have I said?” Feyd asked you. “I would never let anything hurt you or our children. There is nothing that can get into our palace unless I will it.”
You let the dream sit in the back of your mind, pushing it away from thought but not forgetting. And it did you well not to forget when you couldn’t sleep one night and a echoing crash startled you. No one else awoke and you took the risk to glance outside your room, where your guards stood to attention.
“Is everything alright Na-Baroness?”
You forced a smile. “All is fine. Just… stay alert.” With nothing else to say, you turn and return to your bed.
Feyd was not disturbed but you found yourself reaching under his pillow to touch the knife he always kept there. It was a reassuring reminder that if your dream came true tonight, there was something Feyd could do. You lay, the blank ceiling taunting you and your ears hearing every footstep and breath people made.
It was only as you had begun drifting back to sleep that a muffled shout came from the hallway and your heart stuttered. You reached over, shaking Feyd awake as he quickly looked around before settling his eyes on your own frantic ones.
“What’s going on?”
Your breath trembled once more. “The snakes are here.”
At your words, Feyd reached for the knife and practically jumped out of bed, directing you to the corner of the room furthest from the door, furthest from harm. The thump of a body was heard and Feyd tightened his grip, activating his shield.
Two men, Imperial soldiers burst through the door and you caught sight of the bodies of two others as well as your guards. Terror gripped you, a hatred of blood instilled in you since you were a young girl. Your hand flew to your mouth as you shrunk into the corner even more, wishing the floor would swallow you up.
Feyd leapt forward, his body practised in fighting people at a moments notice. His knife carved flesh, splattering blood over the room. A small scream escaped your lips as the bodies crashed to the floor and your husband stood in the centre of your room, blood dripping from the knife still in his hand.
He turned to face you, throwing the knife across the room and rushing towards you. You practically threw yourself into his arms and he squeezed you close to his chest and rested his head on yours.
“You’re okay.” He said, letting you feel his steady heartbeat against your rapid one. “The snakes are gone.”
“The snakes-?”
“They’re gone. We’re okay.” He pulled away just enough to take your hand and pull it down to your stomach. “She’s okay, you’re okay. We are all okay. No one can hurt you.”
You let your panic settle and relax into his arms. Everyone’s alive. You can manage whatever comes next, you can let the snakes try but they will never be able to bite you.
Synopsis: The Water of Life opened Paul Atreides' mind. He could suddenly see every possible future that he used to dream of, but there was only one path that led to a greener future for Arrakis and for the universe. A very narrow golden path. And it all started with you.
Starring: Timothee Chalamet as "Paul Atreides"
Form: Written
Genre: I wish I could tell you.
☀️Sunny says: she is supposed to be studying. I finally watched both the Dune movies and I have been ITCHING to write this. Please don't mind me, this is just a little something-something to quell the worms gnawing at my brain.
Paul had always dreamt.
At night, when he closed his eyes, he had seen it all. Arrakis in his palm. The empire bowing at his feet. The Fremen following behind him— all mostly oblivious to the way his fist was beginning to tighten around their belief, squeezing off any chance of mutiny that would challenge his place as the Messiah.
And sure, not every dream he had would come to fruition the way he had once thought it—Jamis was one example of that. The duel and the warrior's death was proof enough for Paul to know that his dreams only showed him possibilities of the future. Different strands he had to meticulously untangle in order to find the right one, the right string of events to cling onto so that everything would fall into place in the best way possible.
Not all of his dreams happened in real life the way they did in his mind, but this one...he had to make sure that he gave fate no choice but to bend to his will.
You had nearly caught him off guard.
When he had stepped forward to challenge the Emperor, a flash of Arrakis sun had reflected off of a silver link in Princess Irulan's headdress. With a warrior's instinct, his hardened gaze had flitted over to the source, landing on the extravagantly elegant princess who very pointedly avoided his gaze out of fear.
In his dreams, he had seen her. He had seen a future where he led the empire into prosperity with her by his side. There was a golden path—a very narrow one leading to a brighter future—and marrying Princess Irulan was one of the only ways to secure that future for himself and his people. Paul had accepted that as one of his many responsibilities.
But when his gaze had very briefly landed on you, it was like he had seen a mirage. Like the merciless sun had played a trick on him and shown him an oasis of impossibility. He blinked his azure eyes back into focus and realised you weren't just a trick of the light—weren't just his mind trying to pull one over on him in one of the most important moments of his family's entire legacy.
You were real.
Standing amongst the bleak Harkonnen, you were a vivid splash of colour. You were a beacon of light amidst their darkness.
He had assumed you would be Fremen. In his dreams, when you softly smiled up at him, you had the eyes of Ibad. Blue like Chani and Stilgar, but so much more vibrant. And beautiful—so beautiful. Beautiful enough to stop his heart and start it all over again. You would always looks at him like he truly was a hero predestined to save the universe. You would always smile at him with his hand clasped tightly in yours. You would always promise to stand beside him through both peace and violence.
"Mahdi, just as this destiny has always been yours, as have I."
The you in his dreams was much more different than the you that stood a few paces away from him in this moment.
Your hair was still the colour of the salt flats in the southern regions of Arrakis—unusually stark white. Instead of the bright halo he knew you to have, your hair was braided down and tied back with a black band to keep it away from your perfect face. Your sense of freedom had been lost among the brutality of Giedi Prime—oppressed for the sake of your own safety, Paul assumed.
The edges of your features were sharper than he had dreamed—not gaunt, but sculpted—and he briefly wondered whether you were an unfortunate Fremen married off to a Harkonnen savage. That would explain your cobalt irises contrasting against your black robes. Despite everything, your skin still glowed bright with life against the raven material. It was almost like there were gemstones embedded within the pores of your rich brown skin with the way the sun glittered across it.
You were a dream come to life.
Reluctantly, he settled his gaze back onto Emperor Shaddam.
"You have to answer for my father."
Almost immediately, the Emperor shot back, his whisper as sharp as a dagger. "Do you know why I killed him?" He didn't give Paul a chance to retort, taking a few steps towards the young messiah. "Because he was a man who believed in the rules of the heart. But the heart is not meant to rule."
Paul could hear his own heart thumping in his ears. His teeth grinded harshly against each other as he struggled to not unsheath his blade and plunge it through the emperor's throat.
"In other words..." Shaddam scowled slightly. "Your father was a weak man."
Silence filled the air. The last living Atreides glared down at the traitorous Emperor for a long, quiet moment. For just a second, he looked past Shaddam and saw you again.
You were watching with bated breath just like everyone else, but the pinch in between your brows indicated a much deeper concern. Paul wished he could see into your mind and page through all of your worries, all of your memories, all of your history. But he couldn't become distracted now.
He glanced back at the coward in front of him. "Stand. Or choose your champion."
When Feyd-Rautha took a fearless step forward, Paul realised something that made his blood boil just a bit more than it already had been.
The way you parted your lips to speak up, but pursed them to stop yourself. The way your hand reached out to Feyd slightly, but curled into a fist at your side when he stepped just too far out of reach. The way your cerulean eyes stayed fixed on the Harkonnen na-Baron with a sort of silent despair told Paul everything he needed to know.
"I'm here, Atreides." The Harkonnen heir stared dead into his eyes, his lip very slightly curled at the corner. "I need a blade."
"Accept mine." And once again, the Emperor formed an alliance with a Harkonnen to take down the House of Atreides.
As he prepared for the duel, Paul kept glancing in your direction almost against his own will. He watched with a clench in his jaw while you pulled at Feyd's sleeve and admonished him in a hiss of whispers.
The heir apparent only chuckled in typically smug fashion. He raised a hand to brush your cheek and you turned your face away to reject the action. Then he carelessly clutched your jaw in one hand, fingers squeezing so hard you winced in his grasp, and Paul felt his stomach turn multiple times over. Feyd loomed over you, pressing his forehead against yours, and whispered something that hardened the concern within your eyes. Your hands—Paul remembered them to be soft and gentle—furiously pried Feyd's fingers off of your scowling face. You continued to glare at him even as he accepted the emperor's blade. You burned a hole through the back of his head even as he met Paul in the middle of the makeshift battlefield.
Paul smiled to himself at the contempt in your expression. It was a sick feeling really—why did it make him feel lighter knowing that you were so very upset with the na-Baron?
You were either his concubine or his promised bride, but either way, it wasn't willingly. And something built on such a fragile foundation was always prone to shattering easily.
He had to kill Feyd-Rautha. For the empire, for his father's legacy, for you.
Paul raised his chin and held his dagger above his forehead. "May thy knife chip and shatter."
Feyd gave him an amused smile, and Paul almost thought his cousin was going to laugh. Instead his pale counterpart nodded his head slightly. "May thy knife chip and shatter."
And then he lunged.
Paul couldn't help it.
Regardless of how close he came to an untimely demise with every swing of Feyd's dagger, he still found his gaze drifting off to watch your every reaction to the duel. Which was definitely how the na-Baron had gotten ahead of his defences and plunged his very own knife into the duke's side.
It was an unexpected hit that had all the Fremen gasping. Their otherworldly messiah receiving a near fatal blow in a battle that would decide the fate of the entire empire would have anyone feeling anxious. Despite all of that, Paul could only focus on you.
While his breathing became shallow, his line of sight caught on you. And the way you gasped and bit at your lower lip to prevent any other sound from slipping past nearly made him smile through the excruciating pain.
Feyd shoved him back to the edge of the makeshift battlefield, the crysknife still lodge deep in Paul's side. The Harkonnen tilted his head to the side the way a viper would when stalking its prey. "You keep looking at my pet, cousin."
Paul grinded down on his molars. Feyd grinned, his mouth parted wide to reveal his black teeth. "It's alright. I'll grant you the most beautiful view while I tear your dying breath out of you."
They met in the middle once again and Feyd immediately had the emperor's blade pointed right above Paul's heart, dangerously close to ending the prophecy before it even began.
Paul glared straight up at his cousin as he held the blade away in his palm. The edges tore through his glove, slicing into his palm.
Everyone held their breath as the messiah held back the brute for dear life.
In the corner of his eye, Paul could see you clutching the dainty necklace hanging off your collarbones, muttering anxiously to yourself as you watched. You blinked, and for a little more than a second your eyes rolled back to reveal the whites, and something clicked in Paul's mind.
When your precious blues rolled down again and you sighed to yourself almost in resignation, he knew what he had to do.
Using Feyd's own force, he pulled the Harkonnen closer, allowing Emperor Shaddam's blade to sink in.
It was like the air was completely sucked out of the room.
A shocked hush fell over the Fremen.
The Harkonnen snarled in premature exhilaration.
The Emperor's people watched on in unsure anticipation.
Then Paul pulled Feyd even closer and the sound of a bone cracking ruptured the quiet all around the two fighters. The Harkonnen held Paul's cheek with an almost gentle caress. His voice was a raspy whisper. "You fought well, Atreides..."
Raven blood seeped past his lips, his grip loosened on Paul, who pulled the very same crysknife that was in his own side just moments prior out of Feyd's chest. The Harkonnen fell to the floor with a sickening thud.
You gripped your necklace, pinching your eyes closed as if you had expected this very outcome but it still stung to see it play out in real time.
The Emperor was frozen in shock.
The Fremen cheered out in a chorus of cheers.
Paul pulled the emperor's dagger out of his shoulder, and then walked past Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's corpse, approaching Shaddam with a steely look in his blue-stained eyes. He dropped the dagger at the dethroned man's feet.
Princess Irulan took a step forward and held an arm out in front of her father, shielding him from the remaining Atreides. "The life debt has been paid! Spare my father and I will be your willing bride."
Paul tilted his head, he could hear his mother's voice in the corners of his mind—could hear her urging him to take the princess as his prize, take the Corrino name as a stepping stool to gaining power over the entire empire.
But Paul had just defeated Shaddam's champion. Therefore Paul would take the title of Emperor regardless of who he took as his bride.
A golden path.
A very narrow way through.
He raised his hand, glove bloody and torn, and pointed straight past the Princess. Everyone gasped again, following with their eyes until all the eyes in the room were on you.
You probably felt like a bug under the Arrakis sun.
"I will take her as my empress." Paul could feel his mother—pardon, the Reverend Mother—trying to worm her way through into his mind, trying to warn him of the possible consequences of going against the plan her and his unborn sister had so meticulously put in motion for him. He snarled slightly, warding her out of his head.
Focusing on you, he raised a brow expectantly. The remaining Harkonnen servants cowered behind you, even going so far as to push you a few steps forward. It seemed the murders of their Baron and his heirs had left them with little hope and a lot of fear for the Fremen Messiah.
You stumbled forward, the force forcing you right past Princess Irulan with an unintended shove. The blonde royal looked up at you with very evident confusion on her face. Her father seemed more relieved with the sudden shift, taking the opportunity to pull his daughter closer into his side and further away from the vengeful Atreides heir.
Paul had seen the path that would lead to a greater future for all, and it started with you by his side. He held his hand out, his bloody palm facing up. It was an almost peaceful gesture if one overlooked the context that led up to this moment. Who would think to reject the Messiah, the Otherworldy Voice, the people's saviour?
There was no real choice in the situation.
Paul waited patiently, admiring the way the Arrakis horizon shone across your bronze skin. "Well?"
It wasn't really a question of whether you accepted his offer. It was more a question of when you would accept it.
Your eyes flickered from his hand to his face, your chest heaving with shallow breaths. This wasn't meant to happen. It was written all over your face.
"No."
Most of the Fremen gasped, while others cursed in chakobsa.
The Harkonnen servants meekly clutched at your robes, their faces scrunched up in panic. "My lady!" One screeched. "Mistress, please!" Another begged. "You have to!" Yet another exclaimed.
You pried their hands off of you, taking as much a step away from them as you could without being any closer to Paul Atreides.
How dare you reject Muad'dib's merciful offering?
It was clear that everyone was thinking a similar variation of the same question.
Despite the rejection, Paul still smiled at you. That was the first time he had heard your voice in real life. It was exactly as he had remembered from his dreams—maybe a bit more terse in tone, but still soft and angelic as in his mind. He smiled because he loved your voice. And he smiled because he had his voice.
"Come to me."
You immediately took a step forward, complying as everyone usually did when commanded to by the Voice. Then you took another, and Paul's smile dropped slowly.
A body commanded by the Voice usually moved quicker than this. You...
You seemed to be fighting it.
Your fingers shook at your sides, your breathing became more shallow, and your eyes...
You had to be a Mentat with the way your bright blue eyes kept rolling back to show the whites, then rolled forward, then back again, then forward again, and then back again.
Your logical mind was fighting Paul's command.
He had never seen that before.
No one could combat a Bene Gesserit using the Voice. No one should be able to combat the Messiah using the Voice.
The Fremen murmured in bewilderment while the former Emperor's people watched on in horror. Paul could feel his mother trying to breach past his mind's walls once more.
You took another step forward, then you let out a shaky breath and pinched your eyes shut. Your white lashes brushed over the apples off your cheeks as a war waged in your own mind.
Then you took a step back, breaking from the command.
The Fremen muttered in tongues, looking between their saviour and this abomination of a woman in astonishment.
Princess Irulan would have lunged forward to steady your shaking form had it not been for her father holding her back. Instead, she called out to you in a fragile voice. "Lady Hawat!"
Your eyes fluttered open, blue irises flickering around in a panic. You were just regaining your right mind, probably wondering what you had done under the new Emperor's influence.
Paul expelled a breath, dropping his hand to his side. This all made a lot of sense. "Lady Hawat." He said lowly, testing the title and name on his tongue. He'd never said it before, not even in his dreams. But... "Are you familiar with the late Thufir Hawat?"
You bit your bottom lip—a habit that Paul came to realise you used to stop yourself from bursting at the seams. You took another step away from him for good measure—or to taunt his fruitless command, he wasn't sure.
"Who?"
You knew him.
The way you scowled and your pale brows drew together gave it away. He could sense the loathing simmering just beneath your skin at the mere mention of the Mentat who had served the Atreides family for three generations of dukes.
"He was your father, wasn't he?"
Far behind Paul, Halleck Gurney's eyebrows furrowed together in a dawning realisation. The resemblance was rather uncanny now that he considered it. The salt-pale hair and the freckles scattered over your cheeks and shoulders were a testament on their own, your pale blue eyes were the only true phenotypical difference.
Those same eyes looked Paul up and down with poorly disguised distaste. "That man has been dead to me since he abandoned me and my mother."
"And yet you inherited all of his traits."
"I must have inherited his uncanny ability to disappoint, because I still refuse your offer, Padishah." Your jaw ticked. So did Paul's. The room felt colder somehow.
Perhaps the first time around was a fluke, so he tried again. With a distorted voice, he commanded once more. "Come to me, my empress."
Your lashes fluttered once more, but this time, your movements were much faster. One foot after the other, you walked straight towards him. The corner of his lip quirked up in self-satisfaction.
When just a step away from him, your eyes did that thing again where they rolled back and forth and back and forth. You suddenly bent down and picked up Shaddam's fallen blade and swung your arm up at Paul with no warning at all. He quickly drew his head back, narrowly avoiding the tip of the blade.
The bridge of his nose was nicked, a thin trail of blood trickling down the arch.
The Fremen clasped at each other in fright. Stilgar muttered strings of prayers under his breath. Gurney tilted his head slightly, watching you intently.
You regained control of your own body again and gripped the hilt more firmly. Then you swung again.
And it was yet another duel that the Messiah had to fight.
You were more skilled than Paul would have thought to give you credit for. You had been many things in his dreams—a ray of hope, his loving wife, the mother to his offspring—but not a warrior. Yet, here you were, swinging at him with the force of a veteran fighter.
He ducked and dodged despite Lady Jessica's voice ringing around in his head to show her no mercy and give her to the desert. He wouldn't hurt you, couldn't even if he wanted to. He needed you alive in order for everything to fall into place.
One swing to the left, an elbow to his head using the same momentum, a punch to his already wounded nose. He blocked each attempt. When he trapped each of your wrists in his hands, the dagger clattered to the floor, and the only sound in the room was your exhausted panting.
He pulled you close until your hands were trapped between your chests. He leaned in until he could nudge his nose against your cheek, smearing his own blood against your freckled skin. His voice was low when he spoke again. "Be mine."
Your eyes rolled back and forth, pretty blues turning white and then blue again. The closer he looked, he realised even your sclera was tinted azure. You simply had to be Fremen...
"No." Your response was guttural and final, echoing throughout the whole room.
Paul sighed. He really wanted to have your hand willingly. He wanted you to feel safer with him than you probably had with Feyd-Rautha. But Paul Atreides was also a Harkonnen at the end of the day.
"Take her."
A few Fremen soldiers immediately came forward and pried you away from him, their grips tight around your arms and back. You struggled, obviously. But the men overpowered you despite your squirming.
Paul looked at you for one last time when Gurney stepped forward and whispered in his ear. "The Great Houses refuse to acknowledge your ascendancy to the throne."
So many obstacles. One path.
He sighed, resigned to his fate.
"Lead them to paradise."
☀️Sunny says: justice for Thufir Hawat😭😭he did NOT die in Dune: Part 1☹️
tw: blood mentioned, sexual tension and sexual scenario, lowkey dom x sub dynamic, spit. THIS IS SHORT! Really short maybe I write this concept as a whole maybe not who knows
Feyd would not kneel, nor would he bow. Almost a force of nature, his will was visceral and unrelenting, unpredictable. And yet, without a second thought, he bent his knees before your figure, opened his mouth and put out his tongue, patiently awaiting your spittle to swallow. It was not some manipulation your witch mother had taught you, nor a command he was forced to follow. It was his nature, his own will, the most obscure and buried desire, to receive any vestige or drop of attention you might bestow. He yearns, so he earned.
“Open it for me, more, yes… just like that, pretty boy” your voice was low and honeyed against his ears. Yes, yes he was your pretty boy, only yours, not his uncle or anyone else, yours and yours only. He opened his mouth wider, tongue sticking out and dripping, dutifully waiting for his reward.
And so, finally tasting your sweet saliva, he swallows. Feyd feels its heat on his tongue, the wet, sweet sensation of your spittle descending his esophagus, the craving and the need to have more and more of whatever you might offer. He dreams of the day he can taste your cunt drool on his tongue. He fantasizes about the moment he would suckle and lick every millimeter of your folds, feeling your body tremble. Perhaps, should he beg enough, you would let him lick your blood. Meanwhile, he is content to swallow your spit and suck your fingers, allowing you to lose yourself in the humid gaze of his blue eyes.
He fluttered his eyelashes at you, his face holding a serious expression that didn't quite match. He was waiting, and you knew it. Silence had a strong hold on you, his impatience growing against his trousers, a growl escaping his mouth.
"Say something!" he barked.
You slapped him instantly and, if he had eyebrows, they would be furrowed. His pale skin began to grow reddish, black teeth smiling back at you, a small bloody cut on his lips.
"How do you say it, Na-Baron?" Your foot met his bulging trousers, stomping down hard as you reveled in the sight of him biting his lip until he drew more and more blood.
The destiny guiding Bene Gesserits select you to marry Feyd Rautha. The nephew to the Baron of the great house Harkonnen.
You will secure an heir for their selective genetics program to try again for an all powerful being. A Kwisatz Haderach with the ability to see through all space and time, past, present, and future.
Feyd was set to be married with an Atredies female to secure the birth of the Kwisatz Haderach but the plan failed when House Atredies birthed a male. Now the Bene Gesserits must salvage Feyd Rauthas genetics through your impregnation for another chance.
Feyd Rautha Harkonnen however is psychotic, sadistic and sick. On your wedding night he tortures and breeds you mercilessly to procure his heir.
Established relationship new wife
Starts off heavy Sci Fi Dune Ends with sexual insanity
⚠️ Hardcore Smut ⚠️
Sexual torture•manhandling•male dominance •restraints•shibari•ownership•humiliation•knife play sex toys•nipple play•mentions of blood •mentions of being stabbed•mentions of bodily fluids•vaginal vasodilation •overstretching•overstimulation•orgasm denial•clit play•oral sex on female•squirting• multiple orgasms•cum eating•ovulation sex•sex in heat• size kink•breeding kink•multiple cream pies
⏳Extreme Dune Inaccuracies⌛️. UPDATE: confirmed it’s pretty Dune accurate with the Bene Gesserit Breeding program 🏆 💝Not for my softies🆕 Skip to Austins Bath ➡️
Inspo: ⚔️Multiple anonymous requests combined: - unsuspecting female -mysteriously drawn to him -merged houses/marriage -female of nobility -ovulating female in heat -Feyd Pain Dom -Feyd Pleasure Dom -Knife play no gore - Feyds cock description -Oral sex squirting on Feyds tongue -Brutal breeding sex -Womb Implantation
✍🏼 written & corrected with @faegoddessog 👑
Pleasure & Pain
The Bene Gesserit breeding program failed when house Atreides birthed a male instead of a female. After centuries of breeding to join House Harkonnen and house Atreides to create a Kwisatz Haderach all seemed nearly lost.
The Kwisatz Haderach would be an all powerful being able to see through time, space, past, present, and future to control destiny. With the Atreides male assumed dead the Bene Gesserit order take a desperate measure to ensure they can try for a Kwisatz Haderach again. They will salvage the desirable genetics of the young Harkonnen heir, Feyd Rautha for the next generation.
When you are called to see your leader the reverend mother you are not expecting to be the female chosen to carry the genetics for the future Kwisatz Haderach.
You are a devoted young Bene Gesserit with the proper bloodline from noble houses. You will be impregnated by Feyd Rautha and continue his lineage salvaging their Genetics program.
The decision has already been made with an arranged marriage to be held on his planet, Giedi Prime. Everything must be done hastily before anything unexpected happens to the body of Feyd Rautha. Should he die they will lose their chance.
They arrange the wedding before his upcoming fight in the arena to kill his 100th gladiator. They can not risk the error if he is slaughtered.
Not only are you to be impregnated with his heir to secure the future Kwisatz Haderach, you must also bind his mind with a physiological fail safe using the prana-bindu phrases of your Bene Gesserit training.
The reverend mother believes they are sending you like an innocent to be defiled. Your training is not complete, your sight is barely awakened and your pain tolerance is underdeveloped.
You have not gone through the proper training crucial for long term survival with a psychopath such as Feyd. However your genetic line, with the ability to control your ovulation and select the gender of your unborn, will salvage their breeding program entirely. That is the final deciding factor.
Harkonnen Fortress Giedi Prime
Feyd Rautha’s excessive ambitions for power made him seem deranged. He would do anything to secure the throne as Baron.
He had been groomed from childhood to become the next reigning by his detestable Uncle, the current Baron. Feyd Rautha had lethal finesse and extremely seductive charm, the skills of an excellent leader.
However due to his disastrous upbringing by his lecherous uncle he was now primed to be a ruthless killing machine and sexual deviant without restraint.
He was able to suppress his blood lust and sexual debauchery from the public eye, but behind closed doors he was a bloodthirsty, pain-inflicting sadist.
Agreeing to an arranged marriage was a simple task to Feyd. It would mean the furtherance of his greater goal; becoming the Baron and perhaps, he thought, the next Emperor.
As he and his uncle sat in the meeting hall to discuss his future obligations, Feyd sat spread across his throne. His knees were parted wide, his elbows on the armrest, his back is laid low against his seat. He played with his knife inflicting pain on his finger to the point of piercing it without a change of expression.
When his uncle brought up the betrothal, Feyd Rautha didn't pay much attention. When it was decided that he would ascend to the throne, Feyd sheathed his knife and sat up listening with more intent to what his marital duties might be.
He knew that he would have to take a female with a compatible bloodline. He was in no way bound to actually care for her. The marriage would be political and aside from initial customary meetings, he didn't have to spend any time with her at all.
The first few days after the wedding they were certain to share a bed. The first night being of the utmost importance in consummating an heir. After that it would be like any other political marriage; loveless and distant.
These facts didn't bother Feyd Rautha Harkonnen, it was all part of his duty as the next Baron.
Weeks Later: Giedi Prime
You were arriving on Giedi Prime the night before your wedding day. Compared to your home world it was colder, darker, and dirtier. The buildings were enormous, gray and industrial. Heavy clouds filled the sky.
Having seen a portrait of Feyd you found his looks mysterious yet strikingly handsome. You were made aware of his sexual debauchery and brutal upbringing from several trusted sources.
They had shown concern, but were not sure the full extent of his degradation. What they did know is he was raised to be a ruthless killer and sexual deviant. He had his choice of pleasure slaves and was confirmed to be psychotic and depraved in nature.
He, however, is completely unaware of your true intentions.
His uncle was led to believe you would marry his sadistic, bloodthirsty nephew Feyd and save his bloodline which would guarantee a future for the Harkonnen dynasty.
He eagerly joined your two houses, securing his depraved psychotic nephew an heir and increasing the validity of his status simultaneously.
In reality you were sent on a mission to salvage Feyd Rauthas genetics for the Bene Gesserit breeding program which only selected the ancestral lines of great houses such as the Harkonnens for centuries.
When the deed is done you are to whisper the prana-bindu phrases in his ear as he sleeps to bend him and hypno-ligatiate his psyche. With the utterance of one specific word it would be used to weaken him to the point of complete muscle paralysis. This would be used if he ever became a threat to the Bene Gesserit plans.
With his sperm implanted in your womb you would secure the future Kwisatz Haderach for the Bene Gesserit Order.
Being part of this secret order gave you extremely special abilities. You gained control over your own biology and were able to ovulate and choose the gender of your unborn at conception.
Once Feyd penetrates you he would become addicted to your sex, and you could seduce him even further to do what the Order desired.
Wedding Ceremony
The entire courtship was hastened due to his impending gladiatorial fight and increased his risk of death. When you finally see Feyd it is in the great hall on opposite ends of the vast stage for the wedding ceremony.
As you wait for the festivities to commence you take your first long look at him waiting on the other side of the stage
He is stoic and imposing, tall and handsome. Almost in complete contrast to his repulsive uncle. The only resemblances are the pale whiteness of his skin and complete lack of hair.
Not even eyebrows frame his hunter’s eyes. He was hauntingly beautiful in this way, his high cheekbones accentuating his deep set blue eyes. His perfectly angular nose drawing your eyes to his plump full lips and defined jawline.
You had an immense attraction to him. He was regal, wearing black ceremonial garments made of elaborate fabrics showing his status and wealth.
Feeling your gaze, he turns his attention and lays eyes on you for the first time. He is astonished by your beauty.
He had no initial interest in seeing your appearance. Now with his sights on you he is fascinated. You have defiant, piercing eyes and beautiful features without ornament. He feels something stir in him, though he was stripped of his emotions long ago. What remained now was a ruthless fighter and soon to be Baron.
You wore a white hooded gown, though he could still see your healthy radiant hairline. The vibrance of your face and hands, the only skin visible to him, is soft and delicate. The shape of your body in the tightness of the form fitting gown impresses him greatly.
He is very pleased you will belong to him. Though he tries to hide it a maniacal smile forms across his lips. He will defile you in so many ways on the wedding night, training your body to obey him or be punished. A perfect pet he thought, unsuspecting, of high-born status, and far prettier than his others.
You are both called together to join on stage in front of his uncle the Baron. Tens of thousands of the populous cheer in the Great hall as you embrace Feyd for the first time.
You both stand together and offer your arms to the Baron’s Lord in waiting. He locks each of your wrists to the end of an indestructible chain and bestows the key to Feyd Rautha. You face the crowd holding your hands up together making the chain taught.
"Like the unbreakable chain our everlasting union" Feyd yells and the crowd erupts into even bigger cheers. You gaze into each other's eyes full of passionate promise to each other.
"I will make Feyd the new emperor!" The Baron yells to the crowd caught in the fervor of seeing his nephew and protege increase in status before his eyes.
Feyd pulls out his ceremonial sword from his hip looking into the crowd as he lifts it in the air. "And I will slay my 100th warrior in the gladiator arena in dedication to the Future Baroness," he yells his strongest.
The crowd erupts into loud chants for Feyd. It is customary for him to fight in the arena to show his valor. He and his uncle used the grand display of fights to their advantage, gaining favor with the populous. The Baron would always tip the odds in favor of Feyd to win.
Later that evening you return to your chambers after the wedding banquet. The elaborate affair was full of entertainment crowded with the Harkonnen inner circle. With conversations, food, and several cheers of congratulations, you and Feyd only caught glimpses of each other throughout the entire event. It was now time to prepare for the wedding night
You were bathed and styled by two servants and wore a sheer white sleeved gown. You are completely bare underneath. The thinness of the shimmering fabric is near invisible, showing your breasts and bare genitalia.
Once the slaves leave your chamber it allows you a moment to collect your thoughts and begin your mission.
You call upon your Bene Gesserit blood with intuition of your inner workings in your mind, seeking out and triggering your ovulation to start. With controlled precision, you will the fluids in the rest of your body to comply.
It was done, you are primed and ready for impregnation.
You leave your bed chamber and the servants place a black cloak over your shoulders clasping it in the front to cover your modesty.
Feyds Chamber
The fortress is massive, you walk through several passages and corridors until you reach Feyds quarters. It is a large two story section with a grand staircase leading down to a courtyard. An accompanying servant presses an alert at the base of the stairs. They both bow and hastily leave your presence.
After a moment of waiting you see Feyd-Rautha come to the banister above. He gazes down at you enraptured. Even fully covered in a black cloak the excitement builds inside of him for what you look like underneath.
He wears a sleeveless black tunic tied loosely at his waist. His strong chest and abs are prominent above his black fabric slacks. In the moonlight his ivory skin is glowing making him look ethereal. He gestures with his hand for you to come. You lift the hem of your gown and climb the stairs as he watches.
Once you reach the landing he invites you inside to follow him through the large floor to ceiling double doors. When you enter he pulls them shut behind you with a resounding thud. He secures a bolt down locking you both in. You assume it's for his safety but little warnings in your mind tell you otherwise. His chamber is enormous, everything is muted gray and black, void of all color.
There is a large black open frame canopy bed in the center of his chamber. The sheets are gray with black tied curtains at each post, the headboard is padded.
Just beyond his bed is a spacious balcony overlooking the front courtyard of the fortress. There is a long table at the foot of his bed frame. An assortment of peculiar metallic devices and a coil of black rope are organized on its surface.
Two large display cases are spaced on each side of his bed which strangely face out to the balcony. There is also a second table there with a collection of more odd looking dangerous items.
He has no decor or plants or art just a dark, still, lifeless room that gives you the chills.
His eyes never left you as you entered his chamber. You turn to face him, remembering your mission. He pulls his tunic open revealing his extremely muscled physique.
You stare at his pale chiseled chest and powerful muscular arms. Your eyes linger on his hard abs and small waist as he lets his tunic fall to the floor. You are attracted to him, you can't fight your physical urges.
He comes to stand in front of you shirtless in low black fabric slacks, an empty knife holster rests on his waist.
His body is pure muscled alabaster perfection. You want to touch him everywhere.
Everything he does is so elaborate and unpredictable you can't even begin to figure out what he wants.
You start by pulling your cloak from your shoulders letting it drop to the floor revealing yourself to him.
His piercing gaze studies your form, loving the way you are physically shaped, your beautiful curves accentuated in the sheer white transparent gown.
He seductively stares at your perfect nipples already wanting to pinch them, he sees the curves beneath he's been dying to touch. He sucks his teeth, making a clicking sound, when he sees your bare genitalia, increasing his sexual urges.
Sensing he is pleased, you break the long silence, "What would you like, will you show me?" you ask and gently take his wrist. You pull his hand just shy of your body, leaving the choice to him.
His primed sadistic mentality already wants to knock your innocent confidence. He reaches his hand and places it delicately around your soft throat pressing his thumb up and down your larynx watching your reaction.
You look up into his eyes and can't form a single thought as the fear creeps in. His psychotic gaze immediately instills his dominance over you. His strength and imposing size makes you feel timid.
His squeeze on your neck begins slowly, testing when you’ll make him stop.
You instinctively reach your hands up and grab his wrist when you begin to panic. He smiles at you and slowly returns to caressing your throat gently.
"Such a delicate little pet.” he says with a grin revealing his black teeth. You are at a loss for words as you stare at him realizing everything they say about him is true.
He gazes into your soft pretty eyes and he knows you'll be different. The way your eyes plead with him, even putting up resistance holding his wrist. He smiles at your efforts trying to resist him.
Everything is in his control.
He looks over your curvature wondering how good you will feel sheathed on his cock. His eyes begin to wander over your body thinking of other ways he wants to derive his pleasure out of you.
What will agonize you the most for his sexual gratification. His eyes suddenly pause between your thighs, already wet from him. He tilts his head to the side in curiosity.
He grips your dress up at the waist and reaches his hand between your legs. He slips his fingers through your wet folds. Your body tenses, then relaxes when he knows exactly how to touch you that has your body craving it. He feels how wet you are and stops. He removes his fingers collecting what he wanted.
“Your body is so responsive to me and I haven't even begun to touch you yet,” he lifts his hand to your face showing you his glistening fingers covered in your slick wetness for him.
You've gone mute, so aroused and so terrified of him forgetting all of your training.
Seeing you can't even form words due to shock he pushes his wet fingers between your parted lips, gesturing you to suck. He abruptly snatches them out when you do and dives his lips onto yours, licking the arousal off of your tongue before the taste disappears. His breathy moan against your mouth as he enjoys it makes you go weak for him.
He's terrifying, yet beautiful as he presses his soft full lips on yours. You find yourself pining for more encouraging him to give it to you. You press your breasts against his chest and pull his small waist to yours, loving the feel of his strong muscled form against your body.
You eagerly push your mouth onto his as he kisses you. His wide tongue begins enveloping your small mouth, he gently flicks his tip against yours like a snake.
You let out a sound of pleasure from the feeling which makes him stop. He pulls back and grins. You are stunned as he leaves you where you stand and heads to the table at the foot of his giant bed. He picks up the length of black rope.
He returns to you motioning you to put your wrists out. He looms over you and binds them tightly with intricate knots. Each pull on the rope rocks your body. He works to ensure they are perfect like a work of art.
He wants them taught, to see the marks you will make as you struggle to free your wrists against the bindings. The thought of the marks he'll leave on your body to remind you of your training start to make him hard. He shakes the thought from his mind, more excited about the next part of his plan.
Sexual Torture
He smiles looking up at you. He walks backwards never breaking his gaze as he lets out a measure of rope between you two.
"Come pet" he commands and yanks you forward like an animal. You have no choice but to follow and obey.
He walks you entirely past his giant bed leading you instead out to the arch way of his balcony. Confusion forms in your mind why he would lead you here as the chill of the night air hits your body.
He looks up and loops the rope through an eye hook bolt purposefully embedded in the archway above him. He's calm and focused as he pulls the rope through the large eye, forcing you to walk closer and closer to him until your arms are being lifted directly over your head.
He bends down on one knee staring at your feet as he pulls the rope higher until your heels begin to lift up. Once you are balancing on your toes, he secures the rope to another anchor hook on the frame of the balcony.
He stands tall in front of you to check his work pulling down on your trapped wrists checking that the rope is taught. He glides his hands down your arms and over your breasts. With the night air hardening your nipples he can't resist touching them.
He pinches them and you gasp. He slowly pulls them up until you begin standing higher on your toes, the pain becoming unbearable as he nearly lifts you from the ground. "FEYD Please!" you cry out for mercy, he instantly releases them back to your body.
“Such a spoiled pet I will change that" he coos. His eyes are intense and terrifying as he stares into your soft, beautiful, panic stricken ones.
He knows he is going to mentally and physically break you into complete obedience tonight. You aren’t even able to withstand his simplest tests of endurance.
He smiles knowing you belong to him you are his spoiled little pet now. Kept perfect and beautiful, always getting her way before him. Now he will ruin you for his pleasure.
He turns from you back into his chamber, leaving you strung up in the archway. You watch his movements inside. He is physically dominanting in strength and size, a perfect killing machine. All the muscles show prominently beneath his porcelain skin.
You desperately hope he shows gentleness when he breeds you, but your instincts tell you he will only know how to be brutal. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought.
Everything he does fills you with such strong hits of fear, but there are brief moments when he looks at you, kisses you, and touches you that are so soft you are internally begging for more.
Even with his depravity your core is throbbing for him. your body is covered in chills needing to be touched by his hands, you want him.
Your Bene Gesserit training working perfectly. You are ovulating and ready to mate. You hope his torturous game ends soon and he takes you in his warm bed to consummate the marriage and this nightmare is over.
You look to your left studying the table covered with an assortment of items there. Some phallic shaped, some glowing. You hear the click sound drawing your attention back inside to him. He unlocks his display case facing the balcony. Seeing inside once he hinges both large doors open makes your heart jump as a cold fear wracks your body.
Glinting within the display case, is an assortment of his knives. Each row looks more threatening and painful than the next.
Your eyes lose focus, feeling dizzy. You can't bear the idea of being cut or stabbed on your beautiful skin. You fidget your wrists together above your head to relieve some of the anxiety, but it only makes you feel more confined to your situation.
He carefully inspects each knife, wanting to pair the perfect one with you. He smiles as he pulls out a rare beautiful irredentist white handled one.
You watch as he takes the blade up to his tongue and slowly licks down the edge testing its sharpness. He's psychotic.
When he returns standing in front of you wielding the blade you close your eyes.
You let out a choked off whine when you feel the cold steel press against your throat. Your eyes fly open in fear. Feyd yanks your head back by the hair to expose your throat even more. He trails the knife against your most vulnerable spot.
"Feyd please, please..." you beg him for mercy. You twist your hands in vain trying to slip your wrists through the restraints, you are completely trapped.
You focus on your mission to be bred by him and beg even more. "Please I'll do everything you ask, just let me touch you, I want you, I will give myself to you, please not like this."
Upon hearing your words he slowly releases your hair. You look back into his cold dark eyes as yours softly plead with him. He removes the knife from your throat.
With perfect precision, he slices down your dress kneeling as the knife glides through the fabric without a sound. He stands back up and begins cutting off your sleeves. The cloths fall to the floor leaving you hanging trembling and completely naked.
He wanted to climax watching your blood spill on him, but your voice stirred something deep inside of his mind.
You watch as he heads back to his blade showcase. As he searches in it, you hope he is done with his knife. Instead he sheaths it at his hip.
Collecting what he wanted he returns with a ball gag. You resist holding your lips closed and he grabs your jaw hinging your mouth open. He pushes the ball inside strapping it on your mouth. "MMMFF" you yell against the ball as it absorbs your cries.
He stands behind you securing the buckle tight. He grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head back to rasp against your ear. "Now I can fully enjoy this pretty body without that mouth.”
The things you say are making him feel things he doesn't like to feel, and think things he doesn't want to think. You willingly wanting to give yourself to him is softening his resolve.
He is not soft, he wants to use you and dominate your body, getting off on your pain. He cups and squeezes your breasts from behind, pinching your nipples hard to distract himself back to the physical.
His touch is painful but you moan and arc your back to press against his cock. You want him inside of you not even able to think about torturing you anymore.
He falters and gives into his sexual urges sliding his hands down to your waist and pushing himself back against you. His eyes close as soon as he feels the heat between your legs warming his cock. It hardens his length making him want to breed with you.
He quickly pulls the knife from his hip trying to change the satisfaction of his urges. He brings the blade inches from your neck and presses his lips to your ear.
"Hold still for me pet" he whispers. He bites your lobe with his black teeth, you’ve aroused him so much his hand slips.
You feel the cold sharp point of his knife lightly scrape against your neck where he plans to cut you. You completely panic trying to move away from him. You yank your wrists against the restraints wanting to be freed. Your screams begging him not to hurt you muffled by the gag. He sheaths his knife seeing your defiance.
"Let's see how many times I need to make you cum until you obey me then,” he says finding your hopeless defiance amusing. It's the sign of someone who has never been broken before and he savors it.
He goes to the table on the balcony searching and pulling a large, metal, cylindrical shaped pill into one hand and a phallic shaped one in the other. He kneels down in front of you and brings the pill between your legs. He rests it at your entrance, making you tense.
"You'll cum only on my command," he instructs as he stares into your eyes.
You nod relieved it will be pleasurable. He pushes the shiny metal pill high inside of you with two fingers until it stops at your cervix. His fingers feel so good you clench as he slips them out.
As soon as the pill warms to your body temperature and detects your heartbeat, it begins to pulse and vibrate your entire pelvis.
Your abs constrict with each pulse and you immediately let out sounds of pleasure feeling the vibrations deep in your core. He presses the phallus on your clit and it hums as he wands it between your folds and back up to your clit again.
You moan into the gag, chest heaving as you toss your head back in ecstasy. The pill increasing in intensity with your body.
One clicking set of pulses on the inside as he wands over your clit on the outside has you curl your abdomen due to sexual overstimulation. You lift your knees up trying to relieve the intensity but he pushes your legs back down with his hand and presses the vibrating phallus into your clit even harder making your mind goes weak. The pleasure is immeasurable you fight your physical urges to cum as long as you can.
He moves the phallus to your entrance pushing it inside as the pill vibrates its strongest. Your moans are unending. You squeeze your legs together as he holds the phallus inside of you and you immediately fail. You orgasm moaning so loudly your teeth vibrate against the ball gag. Wave after wave of euphoria crashes through your entire body.
You feel a huge surge of endorphins as the pill stops. He slips the phallus out as you come down. Your breaths are heaving. Your head is bowed low, chills cover the expanse of your body. It was too pleasurable.
You hear him click his tongue in disapproval. "I didn't say you could cum, now we have to start over." He stares at you, waiting until you finally tilt your head up and nod. Your reactions are delayed the orgasm demolished you.
He puts on a ring that matches the pill and gently reaches two fingers inside of you. The pill slides down to connect with his ring and he pulls it out of your wetness. It makes you moan, you feel empty again.
Your sounds of pleasure excite him. He places the tip of the phallus under your chin tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "I enjoyed watching you cum, you make the prettiest sounds. I'll give you more, but this time, you'll cum on my command or I will punish you." He says inflecting his words deliberately at the end
You quickly nod, wanting to be good for him and avoid any pain. The pleasure he gives you is so addicting your body already craves more.
He puts his pill and phallus aside and picks up a vial of glowing liquid coating his fingers with it as he stands in front of you.
He reaches between your legs, covering your folds inside and out. His slippery fingers explore over all the flesh between your legs, spreading the liquid around liberally.
It feels so warm, and good, and pleasurable. You close your eyes, nipples hardening as you enjoy suddenly feeling more sensitive to his touch. It amuses him, he uses this arousal fluid on his most depraved pleasure slaves to make them cum.
He smiles to himself admiring how beautiful your face is in pleasure. He rewards you with a soft pinch to your clit, releasing a pretty moan from your lips. He might make you his favorite pet after his training tonight.
He slowly pushes his middle and index fingers into you, spreading the fluid inside and then holding them still as he waits. This time you fully feel the effect of the substance as it relaxes your walls and the blood begins coursing to your softening core. You feel an intense throbbing inside and out, especially on your clit.
You struggle to keep your eyes focused on his face, the feeling extreme. Your head tilts downward as your abs tighten. You endure wave after wave of powerful pulsing and intense throbbing between your legs. Your eyes close as you moan softly into the gag. Your entire body relaxes, floating in mental ecstasy.
He smiles knowing the effects are taking over. He starts to scissor his fingers inside of you, opening you up. The feeling is so good and intense, you moan and drool on the gag as your core tightens. He loves seeing you so aroused getting a high from it.
He shoves his fingers in and out of you until you are on the verge of another orgasm. The arousal fluid working so well he can push his third finger inside of you. You begin to whimper and whine as he shoves it in with the other two stretching you out and stuffing you full.
He scissors all three making a wave of pleasure swell inside of your core triggering your climax. You moan in euphoria losing tears and drool as your body constricts around his fingers.
"Does my little pet want to cum?" he asks. You nod and moan against the ball gag, tears fall from your eyes as you clench inside ready to orgasm. "You'll cum when I say" he smirks darkly making you endure more.
You whine at his denial.
He pushes his fingers up, spreading them wide, and curls them back down inside of you. If the gag wasn't in your mouth you would be high-pitched moaning so loudly everyone in the courtyard would hear it.
His cock twitches from the sound. He's beginning to enjoy pleasing you more than inflicting pain on you.
The feeling is so euphoric as he spreads you open. Your walls begin rhythmically expanding and contracting on his fingers. You don't even recognize the animalistic sounds escaping your throat as you erupt into an orgasm.
You release so much pleasure and liquid from your core it renders your body completely listless. The gag vibrates in your mouth as you deeply moan in aftershock.
Your wrists go limp in the restraints as you struggle to recover. The throbbing subsides leaving you weak and brainless as you leak arousal all over his fingers and his hand.
You whine against your drool covered gag remembering you weren't supposed to cum. He pulls his wet fingers out leaving you empty.
He brings his hand up to his mouth and slides his long tongue out. He licks his hand entirely clean enjoying the taste of your sweet cum. The slick clear texture of your ovulation makes him urge to have thick ropes of his seed coating your walls. It softens his crueler intentions
He squeezes your face by the jaw to look up at him. "I wanted to reward you and take off your restraints but you came again without my permission and now you will be punished" He watches you shiver before he continues. "I will do it lightly. I want to pleasure you and taste that sweet cum you make for me again," his voice sounds gentler as he releases your jaw.
A chill runs down your spine wondering what he considers a light punishment. He begins to pull your rope from the anchor hook back down into his hands.
As your arms lower you feel the blood begin flowing to your limbs again giving you relief. He releases the ball gag from your mouth relaxing your even more. He wipes your tears and chin clean. He looks you over, still so beautiful to him. Your wrists bright red with dots of blood, pupils blown wide from shock.
He's pleasured you brainless now he wants to fuck you boneless.
The Atonement
He suddenly yanks the rope pulling your wrists. "Come get your punishment pet," he watches the look of surprise returning some vitality to your washed out eyes.
You feel the knots in your stomach thinking of what torture he has in store. He has already defragmented your mind to pieces, you will do anything he asks. He pulls you along until he reaches his table at the foot of the bed. He looses the rope and steps down on it making you kneel to the floor bowing down at his feet.
He sifts through the items on the table finding what he wants and yanks you up by your rope to kneel. He brings a dainty silver chain in front of you in his hands. At first you think its a necklace until he clamps one end on your right nipple and the other end on your left.
Your body constricts as you try to get used to the feeling. Your nipples become extremely hard in the clamps, it is pleasurable yet painful at the same time sending chills across your body.
"You are such a soft pet, so I will only punish you lightly," he says and begins pulling the chain up it sharpens the pinch of the metal on your nipples making you cry out.
He lifts the chain higher beckoning you to stand. You struggle to lift from kneeling with your hands tied in front of you. He never releases his tight hold on the chain as you try to get up. You finally gain your footing and stand in front of him.
Your body jolts when he tugs your nipple chain pulling you into him. He begins kissing your throat and with the way he licks and sucks onto your neck it makes you give in to him completely.
He takes his time and sucks loving bruises across the entire front of your neck making a collar. Your moans and whimpers sound so good close to his ear. They are his new favorite sounds and he wants more.
He reaches his hand up cupping your jaw kissing your lips passionately. As he kisses you he begins to savor every touch of your lips together.
The feeling is foreign to him, not having the urge to cause you pain to get aroused. His cock is growing hard between his legs just knowing he's giving you pleasure. You finally touch him, rubbing your bound hands on the hard length of his growing cock. It entices a deep moan out of him.
He parts from you and pulls his knife. You whimper in fear, remaining completely still; trembling yet obedient. He brings the knife down to your wrists cutting each knot on your restraints one by one.
Your freed wrists are incredibly bruised and red with blood. He inspects them remembering how much you struggled when you were tied.
Instead of arousal he feels something else inside that he thinks is remorse. The thought strikes him, you are his baroness his wife and he can never mark on you this way again. He rubs his thumbs across the marks thinking of how he can atone.
He removes his knife and holster from his waist and sets them on the table. He picks up another metallic phallus and pill knowing what you like. He pulls you onto the bed making you lay in the middle.
You look up and see a mirror on his ceiling. You watch in the reflection as he settles between your legs with his face instead of his body.
He softly pushes the pill deep inside of you and removes his fingers. As it detects your vitals and begins to pulse. He taps the phallus on and presses it to your clit. You let out a pleasurable sound that he likes and he smiles.
He presses the humming phallus to your entrance and you spread your legs wider inviting him in. He enjoys it and grazes his black teeth against your soft inner thighs biting and sucking equal bruises on each side.
The pill pulses slowly inside of your body making you softly moan. He presses the phallus to your clit again and looks into your eyes. He enjoys watching your face get softer and softer from the pleasure building inside of you.
The pill starts vibrating deeply against your cervix making you want to cum. He pushes the phallus all the way in and snakes his hand up your navel pulling your nipple chain and holding it taught. All three stimuli at once make you strongly orgasm, moaning into the air.
He removes the phallus and grabs your thighs pulling them wider lowering his face between your legs. You watch as he slowly unfurls his long tongue and presses the flat wide part on your clit and laps up the clear slick cum of your orgasm. Your core tightens as you begin to moan his name and praise him repeatedly.
He smiles darkly against your folds. Your praises sound so good to him encouraging him to do more. He begins to lick and suck harder, spreading his mouth all over between your legs. He ravishes you until your body is covered in chills trembling in ecstasy.
You look up into the mirror on the ceiling seeing your face blissed out in euphoria. You watch Feyds pale muscular back flexing as he holds your thighs open and devours you between your legs.
Your core begins pounding as you moan louder watching him ravage you in the reflection. As Feyd continues to lick and suck the pill powerfully hums increasing its intensity until you are at your peak.
Your body tenses and then relents into ecstasy. You have a cataclysmic orgasm squirting liquid from your core directly into Feyds wanting mouth.
He moans deeply in pleasure as he drinks it out of you swallowing and lapping up every last drop before tonguing deep inside of you wanting more. His cock hardens completely solid.
You shiver involuntarily as you come down from your orgasm and let out a breathy moan. He begins licking you clean between your legs like an animal. His beast-like vulgarity overwhelms all of your senses.
Feyd climbs over you looking into your wrecked out eyes. He unclamps your nipples one at a time, another wave of relief washes through your body. He delicately inserts his ring finger into you, retrieving the now wet pill. He sits up to put all of the items back on the table.
You watch as he removes his black slacks, his entire body is chiseled like a perfect white marble statue. You are over come with arousal as you stare at the length firm standing between his muscular thighs.
His cock is long and hard, it bounces as he kneels back on the bed naked infront of you. He's completely hairless, his testes soft pink, his thick shaft alabaster white, his tip glowing red from arousal. Seeing his length and size you wonder how it will fit but you are craving to be impregnated by it.
You slowly sit up shakily at first then, turn over getting on your hands and knees. You crawl away from him climbing up the bed using all of your strength. He tilts his head wondering what your plan is.
You have to complete your mission from the Bene Gesserits, you need to be impregnated by his seed and you need it deep.
Brutal Breeding
You grab the headboard and arc your back down. With your knees parted wide you reach your hand between your legs and spread your wet pussy lips open for him.
You peek over your shoulder watching his reaction. His breathing becomes ragged, his eyes go dark as they fixate between your legs. His movements turn almost animalistic like he is stalking as he crawls to you. The urge to breed and soak his cock overwhelming all of his senses.
He kneels behind you placing one hand on your waist and the other around the base of his shaft. He rubs his thick heavy cock between your legs coating his tip and length in the slick arousal of your folds. His tip is throbbing as he presses it to your entrance sending a shiver up your spine.
You brace yourself, as he shifts on his knees and grips your waists preparing to breed you. With one powerful thrust he spears the tip of his cock into you. Your head knocks back against his shoulder as a desperate cry escapes your throat.
You pant heavily trying to adjust. With only the tip in, he pulls his hips back until it slips out. He grabs your legs, and spreads them wider to accommodate his size.
He rests his tip to your entrance a second time. You brace again as he powerfully thrusts his hips forward smacking against you. This time his cock plows directly into your cervix as his hips meet the backs of your thighs.
You gasp in shock before wailing. His first several thrusts are quite painful you arch your back and cry out in distress. He stretches you wide around his thick cock. His thrusts are brutal like he's he's stabbing you between the legs. After several pushes of his cock your vulva finally splits around his size. You become extremely wet. You cry out as he begins to thrust into you fully.
His soaked cock begins gliding in and out of your tight walls. The agony and pain soon turns into the reward of pleasure. You get accustomed to the feel of being stretched around his large size and finally begin to praise him and moan his name as you enjoy it.
The way your walls grip him is unlike any other he is instantly addicted to your sex.
"That's it pet ...take my cock," he breathes as he plows directly into your cervix with every single thrust. He begins to fuck you harder until you are both panting like you are running out of air. The slapping sounds of his skin against yours increases with his stamina. Your walls throb in pleasure as your moans fill the air
He finally pulls his hips back as he catches his breath, his cock is twitching wanting to cum. He holds your waist tighter and thrusts himself fully back into your tight hole repeatedly.
The head of his cock presses directly into your cervix as his shaft finally spasms. You feel the hotness filling you up as he bursts rope after rope of his thick cum into your open cervix.
Feyd lets out a loud choked off moan feeling one of the greatest pleasures in his life. Your walls clenching and releasing on him rhythmiclly trying to milk his cock of every drop.
He lets out a range of deep moans from the feeling and continues to thrust into you still hard. Shocks of pleasure begin racing up your spine from the overwhelming sensation. His thrusts never stop as he fucks his cum deeper inside of you.
You let out a string of high-pitched moans unable to contain your arousal as he pounds into you from behind. He grabs you around the back of your neck as he feels his second climax begin.
His cock gets even harder and seems to swell stretching you to another level of fullness. You cry out as you climax
He feels your orgasm milk his cock again with your tights walls and he deeply moans in pleasure. You are like a drug to him now. He fully sheaths himself inside of you, his cock twitches as he groans releasing a second load of cum deep into your womb.
He falls forward holding the headboard with you. Chest heaving cock throbbing as he thrusts every last drop into your core.
His hips slow to a still as he tries to catch his breath. He brings one arm down and wraps it around your torso holding you tightly to him.
He wants to remain one with you as long as possible, he doesn't want to pull out he wants his heir. His breathing slows as he finally softens.
He shakily straightens up behind you and pulls his hips back until his heavy tip slips out of you.
Only a few drops of his silver cum leak from you and he kneels behind you in worship, licking them back up and pushing them inside of you with his tongue.
He feels weak like the very life force was taken from him as he collapses back on to the bed.
He is unable to move a muscle as he slowly falls unconscious.
You come down from holding the head board to check him. His eyes are shut tight as he softly breathes. You stare down his pale white body to his now soft cock resting on his thigh. You are astonished he can cum more than once.
With his breathing slowed you think he must be in deep sleep dreaming so you can begin the prana-bindu phrases. You kneel over his ear and begin to chant them but he twitches violently in his sleep and turns on his side startling you.
Without thinking you quickly put your hand on his shoulder holding him steady to calm him. You will have to wait until he's fully asleep to whisper the phrases to bind him. You lift his head and slide your thigh under it.
You grab his muscular white arm by the wrist and drape it around your waist to hold you.
He looks so soft and beautiful without his cold piercing eyes. You wonder how he would've tuned out with the proper upbringing.
You can't help but show him affection wondering how cruel his life must've been with the Baron. You stroke his temple lovingly.
Suddenly you feel a twinge of pain in your uterus and press your hand on it. Using your mind to control your body you will the selection of the gender. The pain travels up your fallopian tube to your ovary and dissipates. You are pregnant with Feyds unborn.
You hope he has enough humanity left in him for your future child's sake. The severity hits you suddenly as you look down at his sleeping face.
You still have a mission. You need his breathing to be heavier. He needs to be in deep sleep with his eyelids moving while he's dreaming before you whisper the phrases this time.
You caress his shoulders and his neck and ears before it dawns on you. Maybe he has nothing to dream about. You know he craves being praised and begin to speak softly over his ear as you caress him.
"Feyd Rautha is so handsome, he is so brave and he will conquer every fighter in the gladiator arena in his upcoming fight."
His shoulder twitches and his face slightly warms into a wicked smile before returning back.
You think harder
"Feyd, your wife is pregnant with your unborn, soon you will be Baron and have your heir."
His arm squeezes firmer around your waist hugging onto you. You intertwine your fingers with his and softly rest your hand on his head. You watch as his lips part and his breathing becomes heavier. His eyelids finally shift as he begins to dream.
You quickly whisper prana-bindu phases into his ear binding him and watch as his eyelids open a sliver, showing the whites of his eyes and then close. It is done.
You lift his head and gently rest it back to the bed pulling the blanket to cover him. You will go back to your chambers now that the deed is done. He can do what he wants and you will remain obedient enough that he doesn't discard you or kill you. You will await further orders from the Bene Gesserits.
When you step from the bed you wince in pain as a dull ache begins to form between your legs. He's bred you so brutally you can barely walk.
You will think of ways to make him gentler now that he enjoys giving you pleasure. You rest your hand against the banister of his bed before you can take another step.
You check your body. Your wrists and inner thighs are covered with bruises, you reach your hand to your neck remembering he sucked there across the entire front. Finally you reach between your legs and wince from the tenderness. You look back at Feyd still sleeping soundly. You slowly walk to collect your cloak and escape.
You find it at the entrance in the darkened room on the floor and clasp it back on. You get to his large bedroom doors and see the bolt resting across. You are almost completely out of strength as you try to push the bolt up. It lifts and falls back too quickly making a loud click sound as it settles.
Feyd is already up when he hears the familiar sound.
He comes and strips your cloak off of your body and picks you up over his shoulder carrying you back to his bed. He looks you over as he lays you down.
"Are you going to stay or do I have to tie you up?" his voice sounds very tired.
"I'll stay," you say knowing he would tie you up if you said otherwise.
He goes to re-secure the door before climbing back into bed with you.
He nudges you with his hands making you go higher and higher up the bed until your back is resting against his head board. He settles between your legs laying his head on your thigh.
His muscular shoulders are prominent in your lap as he wraps his arms around your hips hugging you. His affectionate embrace shocks you.
He tugs at your wrist, wanting your hand on his head. You wonder if he remembered this in his sleep as you begin to stroke behind his ear and down his neck.
He is addicted to the way you comfort him, feeling love and affection softens him completely for you. His hand creeps from around you to rest over your navel.
He stares at it like he is imagining his baby growing inside and gently caresses your womb.
Your ears tingle wondering if he realizes. When he kisses you at the exact place above your unborn, you understand somehow he must already know.
Your eyes grow weary, your body begins completely shutting down from shock and stress. You slowly fall unconscious resting your head back to the headboard.
When your hand stops caressing him he tugs it once then looks up realizing you are asleep. He sits up and cradles your head in his hands as he brings you down from the headboard to lay in his bed.
You are completely out. He looks at your sleeping face feeling a mix of pain for hurting you and happiness that you are his. The new emotions are overwhelming to him he tries to block them out.
Laying down with you he covers you both. He pulls you onto his chest placing your hand across his shoulder to hold him. He closes his eyes and slowly drifts into a deep sleep dreaming he is Baron of Giedi Prime with his Baroness and his heir.
~*END*~To Be Continued
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Baroness & Breeder
Label mature 18+
Summary
Feyd is becoming distracted he can't keep his hands off of you. Every chance he gets he sneak
