And all the pieces fall, right into place // Part Three
Just had to write more imideately - these two just had to get closer. But it seems like Feyd in this story has a somewhat soft side to him. Lets see how long it will stay this way
All feedback is welcome <3
English is not my first language
Part One // Part Two
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Na Baron Feyd Rautha x Atreides!Reader
FxM
1.626 words
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Na Baron Feyd Rautha awoke to an unusual, high-pitched sound in his room. It was like the clinking of glass, but lacked its acrid edge. All his senses went on high alert as he opened his eyes wide and, as inconspicuously as possible, reached for the blade at his right. His fingers curled around the hilt, ready to neutralise the source of the noise. It was only a moment later that he realised the sound was coming from a bird on the windowsill. The bird, completely unfazed by the weapon, continued to trill, looking back at the Baron undaunted and curious. Its feathers glistened in the first rays of the sun. When Feyd Rautha took a step towards him, the bird thought better of it and vanished with a flap of its wings, leaving only a long blue feather as proof that it had ever been there. The Baron looked out of the window, where a tranquil sea of grass stretches beyond the walls of Arteries castle. Everything on Kaladan seemed deeper: Colours were more vivid and blended. His guest rooms were lined with soft fabrics, the carpet beneath his feet plush. The abstract notion of the differences between Kaladan and Giedi Prime was evident in every aspect. With a soft knock, the door to his room was flung open. The servant was confronted with an unusual sight. The Baron was completely naked, his muscles covered by marble-coloured skin, his broad shoulders kissed by the sun, his blade in his hand.
"Please forgive the intrusion, Venerable Na Baron," the servant bowed deeply. "Lady Atreides requests your presence. She expects you at the west gate in 15 minutes."
"Lady Jessica?"
"No, my apologies, Na Baron, I meant the Princess, of course. Do you have appropriate attire for a climb?“
The morning wind settled, carrying away the remnants of the clouds. Standing before the gate in your usual gear, you felt safer than the previous night. The sensation of his unexpectedly soft lips on yours, his desire for you, left you not indifferent. Yet many questions pressed on you, for much seemed to deviate from the original plan. For now, you shook off the worries. If your soon-to-be husband was on your home planet, then he should see something of it. His figure emerged from an exit and moved towards you. His body was clad in a uniform you recognized as for combat training, complete with a leather vest and knee pads, a belt from which you spotted two blades. His heavy The morning breeze died down, carrying away the remnants of the clouds. Standing in front of the gate in your usual clothes, you felt safer than the night before. The feeling of his unexpectedly soft lips on yours, his desire for you, did not leave you unaffected. Still, many questions plagued you, for much seemed to have changed from the original plan. For the moment, you shook off your worries. If your future husband was on your home planet, he should see something of it. His figure emerged from an exit and moved towards you. His body was clad in a uniform you recognised as combat training, complete with leather vest and knee pads, a belt from which you could see two blades. His heavy boots had been replaced by lighter shoes. Approvingly, you nod.
"Good morning, Na Baron, I'm glad you could join me," you said, handing him a dark brown rucksack.
"I could hardly resist an invitation," he said with unmistakable sarcasm.
You contemplated replying, but decided against it.
"Then we should get going, we have a long way to go," and with these words you set off. The walk began in silence, you noticed Feyd Rautha struggling between irritation and astonishment. A man like him wasn't used to being ordered around, and on Giedi Prime you couldn't afford such liberties. But you had the home field advantage, and you intended to use it. His voice, a little hoarse, broke the silence. "Is it always so... intense here?"
"Intense? What do you mean, my lord?" The word rolled off your tongue, and you noticed he was eager to hear it again.
"The colours, the sounds..."
"No, in winter it's much quieter, the snow lies like a blanket over everything and muffles all sounds. It's all white as far as the eye can see. Do you have snow on Giedi Prime?"
"No, our planet is different. It's much less forgiving," he says, his eyes wandering between you and the surroundings. By now you had reached your destination: a rock face full of roots and small plants, with veins of chalk.
"I think you'll find that Kaladan has its rough edges, too," you said, unable to resist teasing him. "I hope you're as well trained as you look."
You hear only a snort of irritation behind you as you begin the climb. Your fingers find the usual notches in the stone and you pull yourself up quickly. Feyd Rautha's gaze burns into the back of your neck, and when you turn around, you meet his ice-blue eyes. He seems to take the challenge very seriously, and after his gaze sweeps over your body once more, he makes a surprising leap to the side, overtaking you in a matter of moves. His form seems to merge like water with each challenge of the mountain, each movement calculated and seemingly effortless. By the time you reach the top, he's already standing on the cliff, looking down at you with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"So you like to keep your guests waiting, Princess. It's not very polite of you."
With a frustrated sigh, you pull yourself over the edge and he makes no move to offer his hand. You walk a few metres ahead and gesture for him to sit next to you. From your rucksack you pull out a blanket and several tins of food. He reaches into his backpack and finds food and drink as well. Again you sit in silence, trying to take in the view. Soon the view would give way to a monochrome, desolate landscape under a black sun. Under the blue sky, waves of pale green grass were interspersed with purple and gold flowers. Small streams meandered here and there, reflecting the image of the sky. Their babbling mixed with the rustling of the treetops as they swayed in the wind. He followed your gaze, and you could almost hear the individual mental gears in his brain. Silently, you pour wine for both of you and toast him.
"To new adventures, Na Baron." He returned the gesture and drained the glass in one gulp.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"This is my home. Think of it as a kind of revelation from me: When you see this, you see a part of my soul. Soon I will follow them to Giedi Prime and the sight of them there will tell me something about them".
He seems to savour the answer on his tongue.
"I see before me something barely tamed."
You try to answer, but get lost in his eyes. A ray of sunlight lands on his cheek and before you can think, you reach out. His skin is soft, warmed by the sun, and as your fingers slide over it, he catches your wrist and brings it to his lips. Your tongue moves over the skin, picking up a light film of salt that has formed from the previous exertion. Your arm relaxes and it's the moment of weakness he's been waiting for. With a movement, it is on top of you, pressing down on your back and the grass-covered ground beneath you, your hair loosening from its braid and spreading across the blanket. The same wild expression as last night flits across his face.
"A princess alone with a monster in a remote place, how foolish, how reckless," he breathes as he spreads kisses down your neck. You turn your head slightly to the side, giving him more surface to work with, your arms held above your head in his hand.
The kisses turn to a bite, so sharp it makes you cry out. He licks over the small wound and the red smears around his lips. His other hand slides over your chest, dressed in tight hiking clothes that offer much more than the flowing evening gown of last night.
You squirm and try to free your hands, but to no avail. However, he seems to enjoy your efforts as he undoes the fastening of your jacket. Your nipples immediately become hard and as he sucks on one breast, your body bends towards him. He finally lets go of your hands, but only to hold your neck as he turns his attention to the second breast. A wave of desire sweeps over you, your nails running down his neck and finding their way under your shirt. You claw at him and he lets out a hiss. He doesn't let go of your breasts, alternately biting and sucking them until you're wriggling your hips underneath him, unable to resist a climax. As if possessed, you call out a name and he looks up at you, greed and lust clearly written on his face.
"You wish to wait, Princess, your wish is my command. One word from you and this peak will be only one of many".
Your tongue disobeys, your thoughts refuse to form. You feel a few drops of moisture slide down your inner thigh under your clothes. The desire for him and the shame of your weakness mix.
When you don't answer, he gets off you and lies down on his back next to you, looking up at the sky.