#long boy

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Blessings Of The Wool Dragon

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Stretched, melted, fell asleep.

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MAROONNIK YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

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Here’s my proof I longest boy!

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Shattered Part 4

Pairing: Feyd Harkonnen and Rautha Harkonnen x Y/N

Summary: You are set to marry not one, but two twisted Harkonnen in a bid to help your family rise in the Empire.

QUICK NOTE: I know it's been a lot of posting quickly. I don't want anyone to think this is a long term pace. I am trying to get a lot written and posted before work gets crazy with my new promotion. Thanks again to everyone enjoying these. This is a long boy. Also PLEASE pay attention to the fact that while they are getting SLIGHTLY nicer with her. They are also getting rougher. One of these trends is guaranteed to continue. I will let you guess which one.

Word Count: 7700

Tags: 18+, TWINS, SMUT, ROUGH USE, fingering, humiliation, p in v, oral male receiving, hand job, restraints, electrostimulation, crying during sex, forced orgasm, denied orgasm, two men one you

Masterlink to all chapters: here

 Things felt like they were spinning rapidly out of control in the several weeks that followed your last meeting with your beasts. There had been a formal party announcing you as their official and intended fiancee. They had both spent the night taking turns sneaking you off into corners. 

 Doing their best to make you uncomfortable while getting their hands on as much of you as they could. You genuinely couldn't tell by the end of the night, whether they wanted you to like them or fear them.

 There had been more and more outings. All of them parties you thought they would usually turn down invitations to if they didn't want an excuse to drag you around.

 They pushed you. Forcing orgasms out of you in the most inconvenient places. But to your shock and awe, neither of them had completed the act of claiming you. Neither of them had been really inside of you yet.

 And they seemed to have very little interest in you pleasing them. Only requesting such a thing on the rare occasion. But you thought that would change once you were married. And they could lock you in a room with only their pleasure in mind.

 As you readied for this particular day you had no idea what was going to happen. You had been told to wear something you could get wet. Something about that made you anxious. But you put on a light dress made of fabric that dried easily. An almost sheer silver fabric that shifted colors between purple and blue hues in different light. You tied your hair up, leaving only a few stray pieces loose to accent your face.

 And now you were getting off a ship on a planet where you knew the Harkonnen had a lot of say. But not somewhere that you had ever been taken formally. As far as you knew there were no large important matters of state handled on this planet.

 As you exited the ship they met you at the bottom of your ramp. Feyd looked suspiciously excited. And Rautha was very distracted by how much of your breasts he could see through the top of your dress.

 “You're getting much better at this Bunny.”

 He said as he took some of the fabric of your dress between his thumb and forefinger.

 “Better at dressing myself?”

 You arched an eyebrow looking at him as if his words were not entertaining. He smiled at you looking wicked as usual.

 “At dressing for us.”

 You were about to tell him that you certainly did not get dressed wondering whether or not they were going to like whatever outfit they ruined. But before you could, his brother spoke up from behind you.

 “Enough niceties. We're on a schedule.”

 Feyd took you by the elbow and drug you quickly to a small vehicle. You were then transported to a dock. There was a large boat waiting for the three of you. You were going to be alone with them. With no one there to rescue you.

 “What are we doing?”

 You were genuinely curious as you looked at Feyd. The way he smiled at you made you wish you hadn't been.

 “We are going hunting.”

 You followed them up the ramp arching an eyebrow at him now as he spoke. As you boarded you watched as the two twins picked up large harpoon type guns studying them carefully.

 “Do they not typically call hunting from a boat, fishing?”

 You were being purposefully nitpicky. They had annoyed you to no end the last few times you saw them. So the idea of being stuck alone on a boat as they hunted something was less than ideal. Feyd set his harpoon down on the deck again and then walked over towards you. Everything seemed fine until he grabbed you by the neck and held you tight in place.

 “It is an honor to be invited to hunt with us. Rabbit.”

 The tension in this particular brother seemed to be growing rapidly as the weeks passed. You took a deep breath. Lifting a hand and wrapping it around his wrist, not pulling his hand away but keeping eye contact.

  “I'll be sure to seem honored then.”

 Feyd looked ready to fight but Rautha stepped in. Yanking Feyd back. It didn't matter to him that he hurt you in the process, tugging on your neck aggressively with his brother's hand when he didn't let go.

 Rautha just looked down at you with a grin.

 “I'm glad you're finding your spirit Bunny. But you should be more careful where you utilize it.”

 He placed his hand in the center of your back and guided you to the edge of the vessel as you pulled away from the dock. At the back of the ship there were two seats. Obviously intended for them to be able to watch the still waters behind the ship.

 Rautha took a seat. Then he patted his lap.

 “Sit.”

 There was no room for discussion. Besides, you were now alone with them on open water. So you weren't going to fight. Instead you simply climbed onto his lap sitting facing the water. He made a pleased noise and started playing with the bottom of your hair like he was petting you.

 “Good Bunny.”

 Feyd took the seat next to both of you. Watching you with cold eyes as he handed his brother a gun. And for several hours you sat there while the two of them argued about where the best place to hunt would be.

 Occasionally one of them would get annoyed and shift you onto their lap instead of the others. Fidgeting with you like you were an object instead of a living person. 

 Rautha would pick at your hair. Moving it from side to side. Digging through it almost like an ape trying to groom you. Feyd would simply move you to where he wanted you. Placing your arm around his neck, or over his lap. Pushing your head down so that you lay it on his shoulder. Occasionally, engaging in his odd habit of rubbing his cheeks and nose over open expanses of your skin like a cat.

 It was strangely peaceful. And something about the whole thing made you very uncomfortable. Then after a while you noticed that they were spending less and less time bothering with their guns and more and more time picking at you. There was a twisting in your gut.

 “What exactly are we hunting?”

 You looked back and forth between the twins. Suspicion clear on your face.

 “Large seals.”

 Rautha responded plainly.

 “We are hunting seals in the middle of the open water, where there are no rocks or cliff faces?”

 Feyd laughed now.

 “Clever little Rabbit.”

 And then all of a sudden he was lifting you. And the two of them were carrying you downstairs into the lower deck.

 “What is happening?”

 You did your best not to panic. It had become clear to you in the last weeks that if you asked them direct questions they would give you honest answers. Even if they knew you wouldn't like them.

 “You have been playing hard to touch for too long Rabbit.”

 Feyd set you down on a large black daybed that looked out a large tinted window on the lower deck.

 “Hard to touch?!”

 You looked back and forth between the two of them trying to figure out whether or not they were really insane. Or if they suffered from some sort of ridiculous amnesia that had caused them to forget every time they had pinned you in a corner or to a wall.

 “You were not a happy participant in those games.”

 Rautha spoke calmly and smoothly. Sitting on the edge of the daybed. Crossing one of his legs over the other as he looked at you.

 “So you're going to lock me in the basement of your boat until I ask you to fuck me?”

 You had mostly been joking. But then they both looked at you dead seriously. And you were too caught off guard by the realization that they weren't kidding to figure out which one responded.

 “Yes.”

 You blinked. Feeling like the world around you was spinning and then looked back and forth between the two of them.

 “You realize that it's still not true consent if I can't leave until I give it.”

They both shrugged. It didn't matter. That didn't factor into the rules of this game. And as you looked back and forth between the two of them. You realized that they had not thought this through very far. Which was a bad habit they had.

 “Whose first?”

 You shifted your eyes from side to side. And couldn't help but smile delicately to yourself when they both answered at the same time.

 “Me.” “I am.”

 You held both of your hands up. Shaking your head suddenly, having a bit of fun with them for once.

 “I don't think that both of you at the same time is the best place to start.”

 Each of them sneered at the other. But then suddenly you realized that the boat wasn't very big and if they started fighting, you were going to end up hurt.

 “Why don't you play a game for it?”

 You looked back and forth between the two of them. As their faces shot towards yours, surprised.

 “What game?”

 Feyd was smiling. He hadn't expected you to participate at all. So even if your participation meant pitting them against each other he would lean in. Rautha though looked less convinced.

 “Choose.”

 You shook your head rapidly at that. Waving your hands in front of you like you were set on the subject.

 “Absolutely not. There is no way that I pick one of you and the other one doesn't hurt me.”

 They looked at each other and then at you like they were thinking about denying it. And instead, they both simply sat on the edge of the bed.

 “What game?”

 Rautha still didn't sound excited but he caved.

 “There's got to be something that you usually turn to when the two of you can't agree on something.”

 Feyd grinned wickedly and Rautha shook his head more softly. 

 “There aren't enough available bodies for that sort of game.”

 You swallowed the lump in your throat trying to remain brave.

 “Then… arm wrestle.”

 You pointed at the table across the room.

 “Loser has to get me ready, winner fucks me this time.”

 Both of them looked at you. Then a look of extreme agitation crossed their faces.

 “This time?”

 Feyd growled out in your direction.

 “There's no fuckin way.”

 You looked at both of them dead on as you replied. This time it was you leaving no room for questions. And they immediately knew what you meant. There was a long silence and then it surprised you when Rautha spoke up first.

 “Alright then. Two out of three.”

 Feyd didn't look happy. But he stood up and they both walked over to a smaller table on the opposite side of the room.You watched with bated breath as your two suitors set their elbows on the table. The first round went quickly. 

 Feyd was obviously manic about the idea of not getting to you. So he slammed his brother's hand down before he really had much chance to get going. But round two took longer. And Rautha came out the winner in the end, even though it looked like they both might break a wrist.

 Then the third round went on for what seemed like forever. You thought they were gonna break the table the way that they were leaning into it. And then one of them cheated. Feyd threw a rough and hard punch directly at the center of his twin's face. Rautha lost, but immediately stood up and pointed at you. 

 “That's not an honorable win.”

 You couldn't do anything but agree with him. Looking over at his other brother you shrugged.

 “You cheated. He fucks me.”

 You didn't know that you actually felt better about anything now that you knew which one would be assigned to each task. You only hoped they both kept to the agreement. Feyd stood then. Looking pissed off but still determined.

 “Fine.”

 He started peeling off layers of his clothes and you felt your mouth go dry when you realized that this was really gonna happen.

 But you couldn't look away as you saw each inch of pale creamy white skin come into view. You knew already that they were both built like statues. But now that he was walking close to you slowly. His head tilted slightly to the side. Obviously trying to decide what he wanted to do with his time. You couldn't help but hold your breath as you took in all of him. But then he was on you. Pinning your body under him on the bed. As he looked down at your clothes, running his hands over your dress.

 “You did get so pretty for us Kitten.”

 He hadn't called you Kitten in a while. Apparently it was reserved for moments he considered intimate.

 “Thanks.”

 You whispered softly. Feeling a little bit unsure and very small underneath him.

 “I'm gonna play with you now Kitten. Be a good girl and play along.”

 And then he leaned down, crashing his lips against yours. Rautha moved to sit on the edge of the bed, wanting to watch the show apparently. Your dress was off in a matter of moments. And then you are being flipped over onto your stomach. Your eyes went wide when he climbed up behind you.

 “You look even better on your belly than I imagined.”

 He lifted up your hips and pulled you towards the end of the cushion. You felt your cheeks grow red as he held your hips up in place. Giving him a crude view of your most private places.

 You closed your eyes when you felt one of his fingers exploring your folds. Running his tip along the edges slowly. As if trying to visually match the places he had been touching for the last several weeks. And then with little to no warning he shoved in two fingers.

 Your eyes went wide and you heard yourself make a pathetic groaning noise. He started twisting his fingers. Pulling them out slowly before pushing them back in. So far that you could feel the tops of the knuckles on his other fingers. It felt embarrassing. It felt like too much. But then he leaned in and his black teeth bit down on the meat of one of your back cheeks. Making you whimper and cry out as skin broke there.

 “I've been waiting to do that.”

 He said with a chuckle. And you heard Rautha laugh. Looking up and seeing him toying with himself lazily through his pants. You tried to bury your face in the cushion so you wouldn't have to see. But Feyd's free hand came forward and pulled your hair. Yanking your head up.

 “Pay attention!”

 You jostled in place on the daybed. Nodding softly. Then he was pushing his fingers in and out of you again. Moving with more purpose now. The thick pad of his thumb finding your clit.

 But every time he got you near the edge. Every time you got used to how rough he was using you, he'd slow, or shift. And by now, you were near tears needing release. 

 “Beg for it.”

 But you wouldn't. You bit down on your bottom lip and gripped the fabric of the cushion as tight as you could. And then you felt the slap against his bite mark.

 “Beg.”

 And you didn't.

 “Alright then.”

 And he pulled away. Completely abandoning his efforts.

“She's wet enough to fuck.”

Rautha stood up. Looking as surprised as you were when his brother abandoned his effort. Something about it made you deeply uncomfortable. But you didn't have a lot of time to think about it, because you were being put on your back.

 “Mine now Bunny.”

 Rautha leaned over you. Looking down at your chest and body open to their eyes for the first time.

 “You're such a soft Bunny.”

 He ran his fingertips over the globes of your chest down the center of your abdomen. He circled your clit a few times. Almost playfully if it wasn't painfully overstimulating. You didn't even have a moment to realize he was lining himself up before he was pushing in. And your breath caught in your throat as he hilted in one thrust.

 You opened your eyes when you felt something damp hit your face. Rautha was leaning over you, eyes closed, mouth open. Drooling softly. You wanted to be disgusted. But you didn't have time to think before he looked down at you and grinned.

 “Oh. You feel sweet as sugar Treasure.”

 And then he was slamming into you with veracity so intense that all you could do was hold on to the sides of the couch and try not to scream. He pulled almost all the way out with each thrust in. The tip of him hitting the back wall of your cervix with each movement. 

 He brought one hand up and wrapped it around your throat. Holding you in place as he moved. The sounds that came out of him were animal-like.  But after a few moments, he seemed to get a handle on himself and he leaned down pressing his forehead against your cheek.

 “Soft, warm Bunny.”

 He started licking the sweat off of your face and your neck. He would occasionally bite down hard. And you knew by the end of this you would look like someone tried to eat you raw. 

 “My little Bunny.”

 He grabbed one of your hands and wrapped it around his waist. It surprised you sometimes how much they wanted you to treat them like real, sweet, kind boyfriends.

 When he started moving in you again you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him. He lifted your hips. Draping your thighs over his as he pounded down into you. Holding your lower back off of the cushion. At this angle the feeling was more intense. And suddenly, what had been pain was turning into something good.

 “Oh shit.”

 You didn't mean to sound so surprised. And you were grateful. When he laughed instead of being offended.

 “Just like that Bunny.”

 He leaned in, pressing his face against yours. Breathing heavy and slow like he was trying to stop himself from going too hard yet. You were having a pretty okay time for a moment. Then the light coming from outside was blocked and you looked up. Feyd was standing in front of you looking down at you. His face was cold and harsh and you suddenly wished that you had behaved earlier.

 “Having fun Rabbit?”

 He growled down at you. You didn't respond. Only looked at him eyes wide. For a second you thought whatever he was planning was going to be cut off when the one fucking you spoke up.

 “Back off.”

 Rautha growled stopping his movements. Leaning his body over yours to cage you under him.

  “I'm not stopping you.”

 Feyd gave his brother a look that you had seen a couple times. It was a strangely dominant look as if he was enacting whatever control he had over the situation between the two of them. Rautha looked down at you for a moment. As if he was considering standing up for you. But then he shrugged.

 “You really should learn to behave Bunny.”

 He leaned back up again. Getting up on his knees, pulling you by the hips until your legs were wrapped around his own hips. Then he started thrusting again. Leaving your top half open for whatever Feyd had planned. Suddenly there was a hand gripping your jaw violently.

 “Open.”

 And there was nothing for you to do but comply. Letting your mouth fall open as she shoved himself in. Your eyes filled with tears and you gagged. But there was no stopping him. He shoved himself past your gag reflex. Holding you there until your vision went black. Then he backed up. Repeating this till you felt like you may puke.

 Finally Feyd started moving at a more regular pace. Fucking your throat in time with his brothers movements. The two of them kept you like that. Rocking back and forth into you for what felt like a lifetime. Your throat hurt, and your pussy was definitely bruised from Rautha's intensity. And then Feyd spoke.

 “Make her cum.”

 You thought it would be impossible. But Rautha made his horrible giggling noise. 

 “Alright.”

 He shifted. Moving himself so that he was leaning more over you again closer to the position that you had enjoyed. And then he tucked one of his hands between your bodies. Using his thumb to brush over your clit. As he fucked into you at deep but pleasant angle.

 But the better it felt, and the more you needed to moan out the feeling. The more you choked. Feyd didn't let up. Only pulling out when you absolutely needed air. And then starting again. Until Rautha had done as commanded. Your lower abdomen clenched. Throat going tight around the invading cock. And you came.

 “Oh fuck yes…”

 Rautha hissed. Then he was pumping into you so hard and fast that there was nothing left but to dig your nails into his shoulders until you broke skin. At last he started to shake. Pushing in until you thought he may crack your pelvic bone.

 Feyd grabbed your hair. Holding it at the scalp so that your head was perfectly still as he began to move more frantically as well. Then you were filled. Both of them spilling seed in you from one end. Feyd close your mouth. Putting his hand over it until you swallowed. Looking down at you with harsh eyes.

 “Next time, do as you’re told, Kitten.”

 You curled into a ball on the daybed. They both stood up and stretched. Happy and satisfied with themselves.

 “You can sleep if you want.”

 Rautha didn't bother to put his clothes back on. He simply wandered back out onto the deck. Feyd lingered. You opened your eyes, locking them with his.

 “Next time Kitten.”

 His voice had softened again and it made you stomach sick. Then he left you too. And you spent the rest of their hunting trip recovering from your first real sexual encounter with your monsters.

—

 You spent two days in bed after you got home from seeing your fiances. It wasn't because they'd really hurt you very badly. You had some bruises, but they'd done worse just playing. It was an emotional loss that you felt now.They had barely gotten started yet, and already they had made you feel low. Like meat.

 You got out of bed. And got back to getting shit done. Going about the work that you did with your people. Sad to think that soon you weren't going to be seen as good for almost nothing but birth. 

 The first invitation that you refused was to a party for a General who had gotten a promotion. There was another event that you had agreed to attend. In order to get sponsorships for charities that you carried once you left. Technically they couldn't fight that.

 The second invitation that you refused had been to join them on a safari of sorts. The three of you alone as you crossed the wide planes of a Harkonnen territory. This refusal was plainly for your safety.

 But it was not accepted as smoothly. You sent back an excuse. Something about being ill. You weren't sure since you left it to your people. And by the time the weekend arrived, you had forgotten about it completely.

  Instead you went out and spent a night with friends. Knowing there was precious little time for you to do things that you enjoyed anymore.  Sometimes it was hard to be around them now. They would occasionally just look at you, and you knew that they were thinking about what was coming. There was something deeply upsetting about happening to comfort the people that loved you. Especially when you were the one that was in danger.

 You had arrived early the next morning. Walking in still wearing the dress from the night before. Smiling at the servant at the door but until you saw that they seemed stiff. You didn't have time to speak up however. Before a hand wrapped around your throat from behind.

 “A terrible stomach sickness that would keep you in bed for days?”

 It was Feyd. There was no doubting the growl in his voice or the calluses that graced the edges of his fingers.

 “I felt better.”

 Your tone was harsh and your voice was cold. He spun you around. Looking down at you, his teeth bared.

 “You think because you're not living in a fairy tale that you can avoid your future.”

 You took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

 “If I was living in a fairy tale you would be the monsters the hero would have to kill to save me.”

  This was not an acceptable response. You were caught off guard when he lifted you by your throat pulling you close. He wrapped one hand around your waist to hold you up but it didn't make you feel any less in danger.

 “Watch your fucking mouth Y/N.”

 He spit on the side of your face as he hissed at you. After a second it occurred to him you were on your territory and not his. So Feyd set you down. But he didn't let you go.

 “I seem to remember you falling apart quite nicely spread out between us. We could have been really mean, you know.”

 He grabbed you by the back of the head and leaned down whispering in your ear.

 “There are plenty of steps between a bruise and the doctor.”

 He had never made such a blatant threat before. Never laid out clearly for you the fact that they were holding back unnecessarily.

 “What the fuck do you want Feyd?”

 You pulled back, looking up at him like you wished you could understand.

 “You want me to be scared of you? You want me to fall into a little puddle at your feet and kiss your ankles until you fuck me?”

 His nose crinkled, and he sneered at you.

 “Okay then you want me to hit you? You want me to yell and kick and scream and bite. Fighting you off like an animal every time you want to breed me.”

 You pushed him too far again and he yanked your hair up. Pressing his forehead against yours roughly.

 “I want you to learn your place.”

 You opened your mouth, but he covered it with his hand knowing what you were going to ask.

 “Your place is between us. Or on one of us. Or under one of us. But ours.”

 He looked at you, his eyes growing slightly wide and manic.

 “I wanted to make you cum.”

 You blinked at him. Caught off guard by his statement. And as you looked up at his angry snarled face took you a second to realize what he meant.

 “On the boat?”

 You still sounded annoyed, but your voice softened slightly.

 “Yes. On the fucking boat.”

 He wasn't enjoying your ignorance and he tightened his fingers in your hair again. Making you wince.

 “So then why didn't you make me cum?”

 You can't remember stopping him. But his hand was tightening around your throat and the edges of the world were getting dark. 

 “Why won't you just play dammit.”

 Feyd pressed his forehead harder into yours. His nose was poking against yours so hard that it was starting to hurt.

  “Maybe I don't like to play the way you do.”

 He made a disgusted sound and released you walking away a bit before turning around and looking at you.

 “You want me to woo you? To be nice, soft and sweet?”

 You were surprised by how vicious he sounded when he talked about romance. It was clear that whatever version of traditional love these men had seen in life had been put forward as an absolute weakness. 

 “It would be a little fucking nice to be treated like a person and not a playtoy for a second.”

 He snapped his head to the side, his eyes growing wide. And then he was grabbing you again. Pulling you close and tilting your head up.

 “You are ours. You're mine. And I'll treat you however the fuck I want to and you'll learn to ask for it.”

 You rolled your eyes trying to shove against him as he held the firm.

 “Oh, get the fuck over yourself. Do you really think that you can do this forever? Spend the rest of our lives being the fucking boogeyman.”

 Then he was picking you up and carrying you in the direction of a ship. 

 “Oh you'll learn to fear me. Or maybe you'll like it. And you'll turn into a good little lap wife.”

 Without thinking. You reached up and smacked him square across the face. You'd never hit one of them in the face before and you immediately froze as he stopped in place and turned slowly to look at you.

 “Ah. We're playing rough now, Kitten.”

 Then he picked you up with both arms, carrying you bridal style towards his waiting ship.

 “Wait.”

 You looked at him hoping maybe you could still breakthrough somewhere.

 “No.”

 His answer was flat and simple. Terrifying. 

“Feyd.”

 You were starting to panic. Your breathing grew rapid as your chest rose and fell in his arms.

 “Shut up.”

  And you did. Because for the first time in all of this, you were truly and genuinely scared of one of them.  You bit down on your bottom lip and didn't make eye contact with anyone as you boarded the ship. He carried you down a long hallway to a set of large metal doors that slid open. And then he was almost literally threw  you on to a fairly large black bed.

 “Strip.”

 You looked up at him. Shaking your head.

 “Don't do this.”

 He rolled his eyes balling his hands into fists at the side of his body before his head twitched in a way that made you anxious.

 “Strip.”

 He didn't yell. But it was close. So you started peeling off the dress that you'd worn the night before.

 “I'm dirty Feyd. I… I wore this out last night.”

 He just chuckled darkly and arched a brow while he looked down at you. He absolutely did not care that you had not showered in twenty four hours. Then you were sitting there in the middle of the large bed fully nude. Trying to avoid looking directly at him.

 “Lay down.”

 You did it slowly. Resting your head against the nearly flat pillow at the top of the bed. He moved up one side of the bed. And then he took your hand lifting it as you watched.

 “You're going to learn a very important lesson today.”

 His voice was calm and even in a way that made you shake. Then Feyd pulled a thick leather strap out from behind the short headboard. Putting your hand in a loop at the end and cinching it closed. You tried not to cry as he walked around the bed watching your face before taking your next wrist and doing the same thing.

 “Good. You've already learned to be quiet.”

 He leaned down. Looking at you for a long time, examining your face. Then he brought one hand up. Reaching out his index finger and brushing it over the tip of your nose and your lips. Following a straight line down between the valley of your breasts over your abdomen into the dip of your navel. And then all the way down. Before veering down side and moving to an ankle. He picked it up and lifted another strap from under the end of the bed. Locking you down the same way at the end of the bed.

 You started breathing heavily and you could feel your chest, rising and falling as you closed your eyes.

 “Tsk-tsk.”

 You heard his tongue click and your eyes shot open.

 “Watch. Me.”

 Your breath shuddered but you didn't make a sound. He pulled his shirt off. Sat on the edge of the bed and took off his boots one and then the other. 

 “I think, maybe, you've been trying to figure out which one of us is the leader.”

 He looked over his shoulder at you. Smiling before bending down and pulling out a box from under the bed.

  “Technically the answer is neither.”

 You could hear him rummaging through the box.  Occasionally, you would see a glint of black or silver as he picked something up and put it back in.

 “But realistically.”

 He set something on the bed that you couldn't see. And then you heard the box slide back under the bed.

 “We're both very aware which one has a track record for beating the shit out of the other.”

 He spoke the words roughly, a cold almost empty look in his eye. Then he was climbing on top of you looking down at your body. He didn't look aroused the way that he normally did when he toyed with you.

 Instead, there was something much more concentrated in his eyes. And you shuddered slightly when you felt an unexpected cold metal pressing against the center of your stomach.

 “But you'll learn to listen to me. Just like he does.”

 And then he leaned in and pressed his lips over yours in a surprising kiss. He kissed you like that for a long time. Running the cold metal object over your legs. The inside of your thighs, your stomach and your breasts.  The fact that you didn't know what it was made you nervous. But he kissed you so long and so deep that you foolishly forget about it. Until he turned it on.

 “Ahhh.”

 Your head fell back on the pillow and you let out a small yelp. A jolt of electricity had singed the inside of your thigh.

 “Wait.”

 But he just looked down at you and shook his head.

 “Too late for crying Kitten.”

 He pushed the button again and there was another shock. Not as direct and brutal as a cattle prod. But still painful and uncomfortable. He started kissing you, then moving his way across your chest and stomach. 

 Going between biting and sucking. Then gently kissing and caressing with his face. But without warning, and in no distinct pattern, he would occasionally then add a jolt. And you would be helpless to do anything but shout. It went on until you thought you might lose your mind. No sensation felt safe. Because you never knew which one was going to lead to pain. 

 But then he shifted on the bed, getting between your legs. For a moment you were terrified he was going to touch it against your folds. And you let out a relieved whimper. When he simply began brushing through them with his fingers again.

 “Oh, eager for them now are you?”

 You knew what he wanted and so you nodded. 

 “Mmmmm.”

 It wasn't praise or a confirmation that you were doing anything right. But it didn't hurt you.

 He started moving his fingers through your folds, then. Not pushing in just teasing. Occasionally, he would bring his hand up and move small circles around your clit.

 And then it came. Right on the underside of your breast. A shock.

 “Fuck.”

 You whimpered and tried to move, but there was nowhere to go tied up. He chuckled. And started moving his fingers again. The game was worse. Playing with your most intimate place. Pushing one finger in or two. Sometimes shocking you as he worked you up. Sometimes waiting until you were nearly at the edge. Other times you would think he was going to move on to something else. Just for him to shock you when he wasn't even touching you.

 But then he stopped. And suddenly you felt something else cold against your chest. You did your best to angle your chin down, just to see him taking your heart rate.

 “You let yourself get worked up too easily, Kitten. Cuts our games short.”

 Then he was tossing whatever weapon he had been using on you to the floor.

 “That's all right though.”

 For a moment you were relieved when he started untying your legs and arms. But he was immediately crushing you under the weight of his body. Looking at you as if he was trying to assess how much further he could push you.

 “Oh I'm not done with you yet.”

 His promise made your blood run cold. But he only leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Kissing you at first, then biting down on your top lip till you tasted blood. At this point, you thought Feyd had consumed enough of your blood you may believe the cannibal rumors. He held your chest down with one hand. And you could hear his other hand moving his pants off his hips.

 “It's my turn now Kitten.”

  The sound of your own whimpering as his thighs brushed over agitated patches of skin made you want to curl up in a ball and die. But he paid no attention as he pushed your legs wider. Then lined himself up. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. Staring down at you saying nothing for a long time. But the longer he looked at you, the more crazy his eyes grew. And then suddenly it clicked.

 “Please.”

 You croaked the words out through a tender throat. And you watched his black teeth come into view.

 “What?”

 He lifted his brow softly and smiled just a bit with the corner of his mouth.

 “Please Feyd.”

 He closed his eyes, lifting his face to the ceiling as if he was listening to heaven's music.

 “Please what Kitten?”

 You were surprised to realize that you half meant it. As you licked your lips and did your best to sound confident.

 “Please take me, Feyd.”

 He hummed a soft and awful sound. And then he opened his eyes. Reaching up and brushing the back of his knuckles against the side of your face.

 “Good girl.”

 You almost cried when you finally felt him push himself inside of you. Your arms wrapping around his shoulder and holding tight needing something to remind you you were still awake.

 If you thought Rautha had been rough Feyd made him seem tender. The sound of his hips knocking against yours with each thrust was almost too much to bear. All you could do was grunt. Slightly winded with each breech.

 He wrapped his arms around you. Pinning you close to his body to keep you from moving. Eventually, he started moving faster, and the deep strokes became more urgent.

 You found yourself surprised when you started murmuring softly. You had no idea what you were saying. You felt too far past overstimulated to be that aware. But you heard him laughing softly at you. And then he leaned back. His blue eyes met yours as his face twisted to an awful grin.

 “You're cute when you're ruined Kitten.”

 Part of you wanted to cry. But there was no time because he wrapped that same hand around your throat and then started moving more intensely. He had a goal now. Not just fucking you to see how far he could take you. He was moving you. Rocking into you so that he hit the right place in the back of your cervix each time.

 “Nuh.”

 You made a small, almost painful noise. As you start to feel yourself tighten up. You'd gotten so close so many times while he'd had you locked in this room with him that you were starting to panic.

 “It's okay Kitten.”

 And you feel actual tears fall down your face as you finally climax. Your nails digging into the skin on the sides of his chest. Head falling back on the pillow. Mouth opened in a painful croaked moan coming from your chest. And at the peak of all of it you feel him bite down roughly. But you don't cry out. You had almost expected it at this point. Instead you just close your eyes and try to breathe.

 He's still moving inside of you and you have a feeling you're far from done. Then you freeze when you hear the door open, but he doesn't stop moving. Instead Feyd moves his hand from its spot to your face turning your head to the side.

 “Look who's come to join us, Rabbit.”

 Your eyes go a little wide. As you see your other partner is standing next to the side of the bed. Already only wearing his tight briefs.

 “Rautha.”

 You say his name as if you're lost. And they both laugh at you like maniacs. Feyd rolls you both on your side. You're too weak to do anything but move where he puts you as he turns you around. Pulling out momentarily before lifting your leg back over his and pushing in again.

 You let out a weak moan. But keep your eyes facing the edge of the bed as Rautha climbs on. He moves up until he's laying in front of the two of you. Then reaches up and brushes some hair off your forehead.

 “You've put on such a good show, Treasure.”

 He leaned in kissing you before whispering against your forehead.

 “You should see yourself scream.”

 And then it was his hand wrapping around your throat. His other hand took one of your wrists and guided your hand, so you took his hard member. Moving as much as you could up and down the length of it as Feyd kept fucking you from behind.

 Rautha was almost a bit desperate for attention now. And every time your eyes started closing, or you got too caught up in the feeling of his brother behind you, he'd squeeze your neck a little tighter. To remind you you were still holding him as well. 

 You moved yourself in Feyd's arms as much as he would let you. Trying to have more motion with each arm. Once you had a little more length, it was easier to get a better grip on Rautha. And Rautha seemed to appreciate your efforts because he scooted slightly closer. Bringing the wrist that wasn't currently busy to his mouth. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he bit down. Not hard enough to make it bleed, but hard enough that it would leave a mark.

 And then he sat there suckling your arm while Feyd finally seemed to be coming to his peak. Your chest felt like it was being crushed with how tight he was cording his arms around you from the back. You were still jostling up with how rough he was slamming into you with each motion. But he was moving with more precision. Each stroke is direct, deep and hard. Making sure he was hitting just where he meant to.

 “Once more Kitten.”

 You took a deep breath. Preparing for what was coming. And as he started pulling you down every time he moved up. You felt it start to boil over.

 “Feyd.”

 It was as close as you could get to begging, and he seemed pleasantly surprised when he groaned behind you.

 “Now Y/N.”

 With your eyes still wide open locked on his brothers. One hand around your throat, and three more in various places, leaving temporary marks. You came so hard that it hurt. The whole world went white. Vaguely you were aware of the sensation of Feyd finishing as well behind you. The feeling of something warm and sticky leaking between your legs.

 Then you knew you were being shifted again. Your cheek pressing against something warm and soft. As the four hands started moving over you more curiously and with less purpose. You were so glad to rest. Somewhere inside of you you were trying to remind yourself that you were still in danger. But all you could do was settle into the warmth beneath you. Comfortable.

 And then you heard a low voice. And realised they thought you had already gone to sleep since you weren't moving. 

 “Feyd, do you think we could have her swollen before she even walks down the aisle?”

Rautha spoke up softly. And you realized that he was next to you, not under you. The warmth under you shifted.

 “Don't be an idiot. It's not allowed.”

  Rautha made an annoyed sound and you could imagine the way that he was pouting. 

 “We're not supposed to fuck her yet either.” 

 What? They weren't supposed to. You couldn't remember seeing that in your marriage contract. Perhaps it was a personal rule. Or maybe… maybe their uncle had told them they couldn't. And maybe if their uncle found out, then they would be punished for once.

 You were doing your best to repeat the information in your mind so that you wouldn't forget to use it when the time was right. And Rautha spoke again.

“Feyd.”  “What.”

 Feyd had obviously also been enjoying the ability to finally relax. But what his brother said next seemed to be enough to wake him because you felt yourself lift just a bit.

 “She's smiling.”

 Were you smiling? Oh, well. Nothing you could do about it now. Feyd just laughed. The dark uncomfortable sound that almost made you want to get up and move. But he was wrapping his arms around you tighter, pinning you in place. 

 “Sweet little Kitten.”

 And then for the first time you fell asleep with them.

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