Chani 18+ NSFW
Chani and Paul lay in the rusty tent, the gentle buzz of the moisture reclaimer filling the cramped space.
But Paul's mind was not focused on this background noise.
He was focused on the rhythmic, determined way that the Fremen girl Chani was riding him, her legs efficiently pumping her body up and down, rolling her hips ever so slightly as she did so.
She had been teaching him, coaching him in the ways of the desert for the last few months. Even today they had been practising the use of Crysknifes.
But afterwards, she had wordlessly brought him back to her tent and undressed, waiting patiently for him to do the same. Then she had straddled his muscular thighs and let him enter her.
The result of her work was a progressive increase of pleasure at the base of Paul's length, and he was beginning to struggle to control his urge to release into her.
"You know, Usul, Fremen men have the ability to reach climax without releasing. No moisture should be wasted unless you want to mate with me and breed together to make a child", she said, matter of factly, her words punctuated only by her heavy breathing and the gentle slap of her lean ass on his thighs.
She seemed to have sensed his increasing difficulty to control himself.
"Are you trying to say I'm not as good a lover as a Fremen?", Paul replied, his hands roaming her hips and chest, gripping and groping her wherever he could.
"No Usul, I've never slept with another, you know this", she said, readjusting her arms, placing her rough, calloused hands against his chest.
"Is that really true Chani? I find that hard to believe...", he teased, lying his head back and closing his eyes, letting her rock against him as she pleased.
"It is, you can trust your mate, Usul", she said, her voice beginning to pitch and lilt with each of her rolling thrusts.
Her sex was singing against him, the tight grip of her walls generously giving him ample moisture and lubrication. Fremen gave moisture not even for the dead, and Paul was aware of the depth of feeling that must be behind Chani's initiation of this love-making.
"My mate? My love, you seem to be implying you want me to give you my seed; to give you my heir...", Paul ventured, his eyes still shut, his focus purely on withholding from releasing too early.
There was a pause, and Paul opened his eyes as Chani's pumping slowed slightly so she could sweep some loose strands of hair from her face. It was warm in the tent, and incredibly there were tiny beads of sweat beginning to form on her brow. Paul took it as the compliment it was meant as.
"Usul... I want to bear your heir. Let me be your wife. Let me give you a child", she said, her eyes now looking directly into his, the Ibad blue of spice exposure mesmerising to Paul's sight.
The Atreides was momentarily taken aback. Chani was not one to be this vulnerable (although she certainly was this direct), and he knew she opposed the path of the Bene Gesserit that he was following. And yet, here she was, trying to win him.
Even though he was trained by the Bene Gesserit, was a Mentat, and could see all she was trying to do to sway him away from that path, he was still a man.
He was still driven by the very real and unalterable biological urges that she stirred deep inside him.
And the Fremen girl who had her sex wrapped around his length knew all too well how to get what she wanted from this off-worlder.
He gave in. As he knew he wanted to.
"Yes, Chani. You will be the mother of my heir. You will be my wife. Take it now", he said returning her steely gaze with the subtle impression of feigned control. He wanted her to know that she was to be the one to draw this from him, to claim him this way.
Her face dropped for a moment, and a look of pure pleasure spilled across it, eyes scrunching and lips parting as she began to pick up the pace of her thrusts.
Then, her focus returned, and the warm hug of her sex pumped his length, squeezing in a rhythmic dance that he knew was intended purely to make him release inside, for her.
"Now Chani...", Paul moaned as her generous sex finished him, and he spilled his ducal seed into her, pumping over and over, filling her completely, granting her the gift of much of his body's moisture and water.
She whined at the gift, her own sex peaking at this new and alien feeling.
The future emperor and his wife-apparent came together in their tent in the desert, and collapsed onto the floor to be still until their strength was recovered...