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“His Little Wife”

Feyd-Rautha x Atreides!Reader divider credits: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Summary: You are Paul's twin sister and are sent to marry Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. Warnings: p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, slight breeding kink, slightdom!feyd, sub!reader, feyd does show a soft side. 18+ MDNI! Reader has she/her pronouns Word Count: 1,8k Disclaimer: I don't own any works related to Dune characters, and I do not claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated.

Y/n Atreides. Described as the most beautiful and desirable among all the houses, when Lady Jessica gave birth to twins, the Bene Gesserits were disgruntled about the birth of Paul, but hearing the news of Y/n, the next part of their plan was to wed Y/n to a Harkonnen. The plan was simple: secure an heir to bring forth the One while hoping to fix the feud between the Houses Atreides and Harkonnen. Y/n Atreides would marry the younger nephew and Na-Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. Y/n remembered the shiver that ran through her spine hearing the news. When Y/n landed in Geidi Prime, her timid body refused to move as she felt her father’s hand on her back. His gentle smile urged her to walk down as she breathed. Her head suddenly became dizzy as she walked towards the Harkonnen fortress. Her father, Duke Leto, too, was nervous; he didn’t want to make his daughter marry a man she didn’t know. Lest it be a Harkonnen, he would have married her to Duncan Idaho, if he could have it his way. Granted, he wasn’t noble, but he would have been a suitable match for his daughter. He trusted Duncan with his life. And with his children’s lives, too.

Leto bowed his head lightly to Baron Harkonnen, who hummed in response as he leant back, smoking his pipe. His nephews Feyd and Glossu stood on either side of their uncle. Glossu appeared disinterested, but his dark eyes would wander over to Y/n’s frame, making the young woman shudder under his gaze. Feyd smirked, admiring the young Atreides with amusement. Leto and Baron Harkonnen went to the meeting chambers to discuss matters, and Glossu followed behind with the Harkonnen and Atreides mentants. They were leaving Feyd and Y/n alone in the room. Feyd slowly wandered over his pace, calculating and slow. Y/n’s eyes focused on Feyd, and his fingers delicately glided up her arm over her collarbone.

Humming lightly, he moved closer. Y/n stood silent as she studied him carefully, not letting her guard down. He chuckled, his knuckles brushing her cheek. Y/n flinched under his touch, and she stepped back. He narrowed his eyes in thought, noticing her breath hitch in her throat. Feyd could sense the fear in the air circling the young Atreides, his head lowered to her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. Y/n gasped sharply, turning her body to face Feyd, never leaving herself vulnerable to his gaze. A small laugh escaped his lips. “You tremble. Are you afraid of me, little Atreides? Perhaps…” he trailed off, lowering his voice and whispering in her ear. “You Desire me?” he purred Y/n’s eyes avoided eye contact, hearing her father’s voice echo “, Y/n! Come child”, he urged her as Y/n picked up her dress skirt running to her father, looking back she saw Feyd smirk his blue eyes watching her every move.

Y/n Atreides and Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen’s wedding ceremony was the most talked about event on Geidi Prime. It had been so long since something as exciting as a wedding took place in Harkonnen’s homeworld. But the people of Geidi Prime did not look happy; if anything, they looked upon Y/n with pity and sadness. They knew of their Na-Baron’s wrath, his taste for blood, and his pleasure in killing. They all feared for the young Atreides girl and how long she would live as Na-Baroness.

Suppose Y/n remembered anything from what she had learnt about the Harkonnen family. Always keep your guard and never go against them. Especially Feyd-Rautha. Reminded each day by her ladies and those she was given on Geidi Prime, they aided her with knowing how to keep Feyd-Rautha’s temperament within handling limits. “The Na-Baron is very short tempered, Lady Atreides; he does not like to be questioned, disobeyed and most certainly not spoken back to. Na-Baron Feyd is ruthless in not just killing, but in his games, he will toy with you and make you wish you were dead. Lady Atreides, you must always be careful around him. Whatever he wants, you do it. Whatever he says, you do it. Do you understand?” The ladies asked her as Y/n nodded, slowly swallowing a lump in her throat as she shuddered a breath, her heart pounding. As she looked in the mirror, a delicate veil draped over her face, the ladies smiled. “Lady Atreides, you look beautiful. Na-Baron will be most pleased”, they whispered as they all curtsied in unison Y/n held back tears, turning away from the mirror and leaving her chambers.

Na-Baron Feyd’s eyes never left his wife, who didn’t utter a word during the wedding feast. Sitting silently at the table, she sipped her wine; the loud music and laughter echoed in the grand hall. Feyd sighed, looking ahead, smirking; his hand reached under the table and slid up his wife’s leg, a gasp leaving her parted lips. She looked over at Feyd, who stared at her; she felt her body heat under his gaze; his hand gripped her dress, and her breathing grew heavy. Feyd leaned over gently. “I’ve held back long enough, little wife”, Feyd growled Y/n felt her body tense at his words; she blinked back her tears, standing with Feyd; his hand gripped hers tightly, leading them out of the hall. Cheers and uncontrolled laughter deafened Y/n’s ears as Feyd grinned and scooped Y/n over his shoulder; the young woman kicked her legs angrily. Feyd’s laughter angered her as she hit his back. “Put me down now!” She ordered him; hearing no response, Feyd kicked the doors to his chambers open, closing them behind him before throwing Y/n on the bed.

“Little wife, why do you resist me?” His voice sent chills through her body as he lowered himself between her legs. His hand gripping his knife, Y/n’s eyes widened, her heart racing. The cold blade rested against her skin before cutting her dress to shreds. Raising the knife to his mouth, his tongue slid out and flattened as the blade rested gently on top. Y/n watched him, her chest rising and falling, her doe eyes fluttering; Feyd removed the knife and grinned, his black teeth shining under the pale moonlight. Laying his knife on the bed, he gripped his wife’s thighs, pulling her closer. Trying to wriggle out of Feyd’s grasp, his blue eyes gave her a warning glare. “Please…I’ll do my duty as your wife. But I ask you to be gentle with me,” Y/n whispered; her husband looked up, humming lightly, pushing her dress up to her hips. Picking his knife up once again and twirling it, he smiled, ripping her undergarment. Sliding up her body like a serpent, he licked up her neck, caging her underneath him. “I’ll do what I like, little wife; you might just find it pleasurable yourself”, his voice purred, his mouth latched on her pulse on her neck, biting down gradually. Y/n whimpered underneath her body, moving, trying to escape his hold. Feyd pressed himself down harder, his hand sliding up her body under her dress, feeling her soft skin on his rough palm. “Your body responds to my touch. You like it?” Feyd’s lips ghosted over her jaw. The corner of his eyes met hers as he smiled. Pulling away, his finger glided along her bottom lip as she trembled. “Don’t fight me”, he whispered, kissing her roughly. A moan escaped Y/n’s mouth; fighting the urge to kiss him back, her body began to falter. Her lips moved against his, falling under his spell, her desire aflame she couldn’t fight him anymore. Feyd pulled away slowly; he observed his wife, whose eyes were still closed from the kiss.

Y/n’s lips tingled from the sensation; her eyes fluttered open, finding Feyd staring at her. Y/n pulled him in for another kiss. Feyd growled into the kiss, his tongue dancing with Y/n’s fighting for dominance. Feyd pulled away, sliding down her body, situating himself between her legs, biting and kissing her inner thighs, breathing heavily. Y/n’s moans echoed through the chambers as Feyd licked his lips; diving between her legs, Y/n cried, her back arched. Gripping the bedspread tightly in her hands, Y/n writhed under his hold, moaning his name, “Feyd!” Desperation filled her voice, feeling Feyd’s tongue increase pace, his movements growing harder and faster. One of Y/n’s hands left the bedspread and gripped Feyd’s head, rolling her hips. “Oh, Feyd!” She gasped, feeling her body tense as Feyd pulled away with a grin, kissing her stomach; he ripped the remaining parts of her dress. Removing his clothes, Feyd flipped Y/n on her stomach Feyd pulled her body back to his.

Entering her in one thrust, his hips snapping onto hers, Feyd let out a feral sound, overwhelmed with pleasure. Y/n’s body shook, her head falling forward. Feyd was large and unprepared; her mother didn’t tell her much about the marital acts that happened between a man and wife. She had never laid with a man, and her husband was no ordinary man. Y/n was innocent, and Feyd-Rautha had her all to himself. A grin formed on his lips as he leaned down. “Don’t worry, little wife, you will feel good soon enough” he rolled his hips, his cock hitting her cervix harshly, making her cry out. His thrusts were rough and violent; just like him, he didn’t want to be gentle. It’s not in his nature; he is a warrior born ruthless and terrifying. Hearing his little wife’s cries made his mind hazy with lust, his hands grabbing her waist and pounding into her harder. Feyd snarled, feeling her walls suck him in, his eyes rolling in his head, his hips faltering slightly.

Feyd pulled out of Y/n, rolling her onto her back and entering her again. His eyes stared at Y/n’s face, twisted in pleasure. His body rutted into hers fucking her hard. “There you go, little wife. You are enjoying yourself,” Feyd smirked; his hand gripped her leg and brought it around his waist. His other hand left a bruising grip on her hip. “I’m going to fuck a child into you, my little Atreides. Hmm, my sweet little Y/n,” he cooed, kissing her roughly and swallowing her moans and whimpers. Y/n arched her body, whining under Feyd as she felt her walls clench around his cock. Her body tensed as she felt her heart pound in her eyes. Feyd’s voice rang through her ears as she moaned sharply, feeling her release reach its peak. Feyd grunted, his hips stuttering as he, too, reached his peak, moaning loudly and coating her walls. Y/n whimpered, gazing into her husband’s eyes.

“Rest while you can, little one. I’m not done with you” He smirked.

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Fight Training

Label Mature 18+

Summary Austin has been practicing non stop to learn the art of Kali stick fighting for his upcoming role as Feyd Rautha for Dune Part Two.

Austin is so invested in his craft he comes home physically exhausted and begins a cycle of only cuddles, showers, and sleep with you.

Without sex you begin to lust for him. Your cravings for his body reach fever pitch when he returns home after a training session still sweaty.

This time you refuse to let him shower and sleep instead you make him submit and satisfy both of your sexual urges.

Established relationship girlfriend

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Female in heat• unsuspecting Austin•female sexual aggression• sub Austin•coercive edging on Austin• dirty talk •Oral sex on Austin• breast play•nipple play•clit play•P in V• simultaneous orgasms• cream pie •aftercare

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Fight Training

Austin finishes his training with Roger Yuan for the day. It is in preparation for his latest film Dune Part Two. He has been cast to play the villain Feyd Rautha. A bald and menacing character who is a psychotic swordsman.

Austin has learned the art of Kali stick fighting with Roger over the last few months and is in near perfection of the skill. When they practice now instead of sticks they have upgraded to stunt blades.

Austin as usual has been intensely focused and highly determined to get every aspect right. The fighting team of the film began to take notice of Austin’s natural ability within the first week.

Now at the final stage even Roger compliments him ��You pick up on the skill masterfully as if you have been doing this for years Austin” He affirms making Austin beam with pride.

On this day in particular Austin perfectly completed the choreography and flawlessly swept kicked his stunt stand in for Timothee Chalamet, who will play the hero Paul Atreides.

Roger stepped in to test his command of the routine for the film and Austin matched his pace perfectly once again.

At the end of the training session Austin still isn’t done practicing. He wants to go over a section with Roger where he presses the blade inches from his own eye.

They get into stance Roger kneeling forward pushing the blade towards Austin’s eye as Austin holds the handle with him and tries to resist being stabbed.

The stunt team gathers around because of how dangerous the move is even with a stunt blade. “You’re controlling how close the blade is going” Roger warns seeing how Austin is allowing the sharp point closer than necessary to his eye.

“Well let me see …” Austin says cutting himself short as the blade tip actually pierces lightly into his orbital socket. The stunt team begins panicked murmuring.

“Okay there it is” Austin says calmly knowing exactly how close the blade can get and corrects himself pressing it away from his eye.

Everyone is on pins and needles that Austin would take such a risk but Austin just laughs looking over at their worried faces “ I was just trying to see” he says through a smile setting them at ease.

The training session concludes after Austin’s last minute request and everyone begins to say their farewells to leave the fight studio.

Roger pats Austin on the back. “You have been non stop training Austin and it shows, even at home you are practicing?” Roger asks to confirm.

“Yes” Austin confirms . “Even at home, every minute I can. My girlfriend really enjoys the show” Austin admits grinning. Roger smiles back to him “Go home to her now, we start filming next week. Soon everyone who watches the movie will enjoy your skill” He says proudly.

Austin gets into his black Audi covered in sweat. He wears a black shirt and matching sweats. His shirt has white and green lettering on it which reads “Tad’s Chicken & dumplings” a restaurant popular in Oregon.

He blasts the AC as he drives home playing death metal to stay in focus for the inherent evil nature of his movie character.

When he arrives to his Los Angeles hills estate he looks forward to rinsing off in his elaborate shower before crashing in exhaustion with you on the couch or the king size bed to rest.

Pheromones

Austin enters the front door as usual but this time you come to hug him which you haven’t done before. He likes to hug you after he’s showered and clean and tries to stop you from getting covered in his sweat. “Baby I’m soaked I worked out so hard today look at me.” He says tugging his damp shirt.

The pheromones emitting from him drive you wild today. All of his muscles are bulging and he is glistening in sweat. His blue eyes flash with excitement to see you and his full lips and cheeks remain flushed pink which is his tell-tale sign he’s worked out too hard.

He finally sees your sexual desire for him as you continue to advance. He tries to avert your intentions away, he wants to shower first and be clean for you. “Baby…” he says with a wary tone as he places his hands out in a gesture to calm you.

“Come here Austin !” You command him smiling at each other as he makes you give chase. He quickly walks backwards through the living room with his arms outstretched keeping you at a distance. “Baby calm down” he says playfully.

He makes quick glances at the path behind him ensuring it’s clear as he walks backwards trying to keep you at bay.

Deep down you know you are going to pounce on him. You can see he is in a weakened state after his extreme training and you can easily over power his physical strength at the opportune moment.

You crave him, he has been busy and tired for days on end. The night before last he cuddled you to sleep. Last night he didn’t have sex with you due to his exhaustion from training. This morning he left you in bed because he woke up too tired. You’ve been without him for far too long.

Now seeing him wet with sweat as he smiles playfully staring into your eyes makes a surge of your pent up sexual desire rise for him. You lunge him just as he backs to the couch making him fall onto it.

You climb his body and attack his mouth first. He whimpers not wanting to give in but he can’t resist you and surrenders into your kisses clutching your head in his hands kissing you in return.

He breaks the kiss and grins staring into your eyes. “Did you miss me baby?” He asks knowingly and you smile in return. “Yes I missed you and I want to reward your for all the hard work you've been doing. I see you fight training in our courtyard everyday and it drives me wild Austin you look so good.” You admit and trail your hand down his shirt to lift the hem. You plunge your hand under the band of his sweats and begin massaging the head of his softened cock.

“Fuck baby!” He chokes out as his body tenses trying to stop the mixed signals of exhaustion and arousal surging through his body.

His head finally falls back into submission for arousal and he relaxes as your hand slowly rubs up and down his thick long soft cock. “I know you’re tired Austin but you deserve a reward.” You say peering down into his softened blue eyes. His Adam’s Apple bobs as he nods yes and gives in to you.

His panting increases as you gently squeeze and stroke his cock until he is semi hard.

You climb on top of him straddling his hips and slowly grind your pussy on his length. “Baby you’re so…hot for me…-you must need my cock in you…badly” he pants out as he grabs your waist.

“Yes Austin I need you so badly you look so good. Im aching to have you inside of me” you respond as you work your hips in a rhythm pressing your pussy against his large cock as it hardens solid.

“Thats it baby …fuck -you’re getting me so hard…I-I’m gonna satisfy you completely… I..I’m gonna make you cum…I’m sorry I’ve ….been so busy.” He pants out.

“That’s exactly…what I want Austin.. I want you to make me cum.” You confess nearly breathless. You place your hands on his chest for leverage and feel the friction of his hardened cock rubbing against your folds intensify beginning to satisfy your pent up sexual urges.

You lightly moan using him to get yourself off and he stares up at you continuing to pant and groan as you grind harder on his cock edging you both.

You stand from his lap when his cock is rock hard. His eyes follow your movements as you kneel between his legs and tug at the band of his sweats. “Baby please let me shower.” He begs worried that he will taste like sweat, he wants his cock clean for you, he wants it to have no taste at all.

But you are persistent, his pheromones smell so sweet it’s driving you insane with lust.

“I want you like this Austin, I want to know what your cock tastes like.” You admit as you lift his shirt trailing your finger tips down his abs.

His six pack tenses showing every muscle as your finger tips reach his pelvic line. You see his hard cock twitch in anticipation through his tenting sweats and you softly squeeze the tip making him grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut.

“Beg me to suck your sweaty cock Austin” you command and he looks down at you while he lays flat, his eyes are pleading for you not to make him say it.

Your lips curve into a smile you love that he is so clean and perfect he is unable to even say the words.

You trail your hands down to his testis giving them a soft squeeze making his cock twitch a second time as he gasps “…baby please don’t make me say it.“ he begs.

You pull his sweat band lower releasing his large cock. His shaft sways and you hold it straight making him gasp again sensitive from your touch.

You form a fist around his cock and place your mouth above it “beg me” You command him looking into his eyes. He feels the heat of your words on his sensitive tip and restrains from bucking his hips up into your mouth.

You lick your thumb for saliva and swirl it around the tiny hole of his sensitive cock head making him lose his mind. His abs tense and his legs spasm as his hips buck up. “ Please suck my sweaty cock baby please !” he begs loudly making you smile. “As you wish” you tease him.

You lower your mouth on him as much as you can take and moan on his cock from the flavor. He tastes sweet and salty at the same time driving you insane with lust as you begin to drool.

“Do you…...- like it baby?” He pants struggling to form words as you suck him. “Mmhmm” you moan on his cock as your lock eyes with his. He becomes more aroused knowing you enjoy it.

You savor his cock as you suck all the way up releasing your mouth from his tip with a wet pop before diving back down on him and licking your tongue against his shaft in a repeated cycle.

He lays flat just panting and moaning in pleasure at the feeling of your mouth. The way your tongue explores his cock is different from anything you’ve done before and it sends shocks through his entire body feeling like your are trying to suck the flavor right off of him.

His cock twitches already wanting to cum in your mouth. “ fuck baby” he breaths out, and sits up on his elbows to watch what you do that pleasures him so much.

You guide your mouth on his cock bobbing up and down sucking him non stop. His body tenses as his cock pulses ready to cum. “P-please let me…-cum in your pussy baby…” he begs already at his climax. “Please..-let me …-s..satisfy you… I know you need me….” He says breathlessly.

You hold his thighs and lift your mouth from his cock “I need you Austin I want you to cum in me” you admit standing up preparing to ride him.

He sits up on the couch breathing heavier as he shivers from almost cumming in your mouth. He removes his socks and sneakers first then pulls off his damp shirt. He is extremely fit from his strength training for his role as Feyd.

His chest and abs are chiseled to perfection with his once defined arms now fully bulked. He lifts up his hips to pull his sweats and boxers off revealing his muscular legs. His nice thick cock is fully erect in between his toned thighs. Once completely naked he looks up at you to show he is ready.

You smile in satisfaction studying his pretty face and body. His full lips are parted and panting. The pupils in his blue eyes are expanded so wide from arousal they are almost all black.

You step closer standing between his spread muscular thighs and run your hands through his sweaty hair. You press the wet strands on his forehead back into his hairline as he smiles up at you with admiration in his eyes. He is so beautiful.

You plant a kiss on his smiling lips and step back to pull off your top and shorts with your panties. You climb on top of him a second time straddling his hips, this time you are both naked. He holds you around your waist and slowly kisses your mouth. He tastes himself on your tongue and he smiles that you like it.

As you begin to kiss heavier his hands wander up from your waist to cup your full breasts squeezing them together as he flicks your nipples with his thumbs.

He lowers you onto his cock and you both moan in unison as you settle on his base. “Austin you feel so good” you confess having been denied him so long due to his training schedule.

“Baby…you feel so good too… but -I-Im not gonna last long …you sucked me too good” he confesses panting against your neck with his hands on your waist. Feeling your tight pussy on him already pushes him to the verge of an orgasm.

”Make me cum then baby” you command and he immediately latches his mouth on your throat sucking hard and flicking his tongue to mark you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and moan against his ear as you ride his cock. You work your mid back with your hips to feel him even deeper and he praises you with kisses across your neck as you climax.

He parts his legs wider and holds you firm to him as he begins powerfully thrusting his cock back into you. “A-Austin YES!” You moan out loud.

He releases one arm from you and reaches between your bodies as he thrusts. His thumb finds your swollen clit and swirls circles into it as you moan and orgasm hugging him tightly around his neck. “I-I’mcumming Austin!” You cry out. “Yea?.. Me too.” he confirms.

Moans emit from both of your mouths as his cock pulses his warm cum into you. “Fuck!” Austin cries out thrusting faster bouncing you on his cock. He empties all of his cum into you, painting your walls and filling you up before he slows to a stop.

You both breathe heavily and are covered in a light sheen of sweat staring into each others eyes. “I love you” he declares feeling the rush of endorphins from sex. “I love too” you say breathlessly as you rest your forehead to his. You come down together in the intimate moment.

He holds the nape of your neck planting kisses on your lips as he guides his other hand to your waist. He helps you lift from his lap, sliding his cock out of you.

He holds you close as you stand in front of him while he sits on the couch. His ear is pressed to your chest as his hands caress your back. “I missed us having sex, thank you for making me realize” he says as you lovingly stroke through his wet sweaty hair. “You work so hard Austin you forget to take care of yourself sometimes” you say lovingly.

After a moment of him affectionately holding you close you break the silence “We should shower together Austin” you say smiling knowing what he wants to do next.

He looks up at you grinning with his eyes full of elation. He presses a firm kiss between your breasts and responds “finally”making you both laugh.

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Cherry Waves

pairing: Paul Atreides x fem!reader word count: 9.2k warnings: fluffy smut. virginity. oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, vague mention of dom/sub, breeding kink?!?!?, etc. chubby reader, no use of y/n (however your name is daisy lol) summary: you consummate the arranged marriage to your new husband, paul atreides. author's note: this is my second story that i am posting! i've been working on this one for awhile now... absolutely adore Paul Atreides and Dune. watched both movies like 5 times and just finished up the book! waiting for the next one from the library :) also Timothée's hair in this film is just ungodly and totally unfair - like i don't know if i want to be his hair or have it?? anyways, it's fluff with smut or smut with fluff??? its cute and dirty. that is all. thank you for reading!!!!! addendum: 05/04/23 - this is picking up reads because of Dune 2 promo and i just wanted to let you know that it's poorly edited, and a sequel will be coming soon.

For the first time since you landed on Caladan, the rain has finally stopped. And for the first time since you arrived, you are completely alone with him. Your husband. You haven’t spoken more than two words to him; you’ve been nothing but frightened for the last week, afraid of your new life on this new planet. You know you are going to have to accept this new life because you have no other choice. The other thing you are going to have to accept is him.

Paul Atreides.

You watch as he kneels before a delicate blossom, eyes fixed upon the intricate folds and hues of its magenta petals. His once sharp features have softened, the angles smoothed into an expression of wonder and reverence. You’ve seen this look of his before but can’t seem to place it. His slender fingers reach out and touch the velvety surface of the flower as if he were under its spell. His dark hair, wild and unkept, falls in loose waves around his face.

While you can’t help but notice how breathtakingly handsome Paul is, it’s not his looks that initially drew you in, but rather it is his quiet intensity that captivated your attention. He turns and his green orbs take a quick scan of you. His eyes have always held a depth of knowledge and experience far beyond his years, and even now as he observes you, he knows something you don’t.

“The flowers on Caladan are a wonder to behold,” He says tepidly, almost as if he’s afraid of scaring you away. He knows you’ve been on edge the last few days, practically jumping out of your skin every time he speaks to you. He straightens, his lean frame moving gracefully as he strides toward you. “Each one is so unique, with its own fragrance and beauty. Some are delicate and sweet, like the jasmine that grows near the waterfalls, while others are bold and robust, like the wild roses that climb the cliffs.”

You are frozen in place, knees trembling beneath your skirt. Paul stops when he is in front of you, his body mere inches away. Those eyes of his, perfectly green like the forest that surrounds the two of you, sparkle with reverence. He’s been in disbelief at how strikingly beautiful you are and how you don’t even realize it. The thought of you not knowing your strength or beauty brings a sadness to him that he can’t shake; it brings forth a determination to help you see and understand your true worth.

Gently, he raises his hand and touches a finger to your temple, sweeping away a piece of black hair. Underneath the light, the strands of hair shimmer with a blue hue. He moves his attention back to your face, “Caladan didn’t have daisies until you,”

When it comes to you, Paul can’t help but be tender. He knows you’ve been through so much. He sees the turmoil etched upon your face; Paul is afraid your sadness and fright will be permanent, and he does not want to go forward if you are intimidated by him. The corners of his lips pull down, shaking as he confronts you, “I… I know that you are scared of me, Daisy,”

Your throat tightens. You aren’t scared of Paul but rather, you are scared of what lies ahead in your future with him. He’s the son of Duke Leto Atreides; Paul has responsibilities that you never dreamed of. Folding your arms around your body, you swallow dryly and think of what to say with careful consideration because you can tell that Paul is growing frustrated with your lack of reciprocity.

“My lord,” The way you regard him by his formal title makes his chest constrict. He does not want such formalities when it’s just the two of you but he bites back the urge to correct you. He impatiently awaits the rest of your words. Your eyes cast downward, afraid to look him in the eye as you confess, “I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of the responsibilities that come with being your wife. I do not want to burden House Atreides.”

Concern floods Paul’s face and he is quick to shake his head. His brow knits together and he rushes to speak, the words tumbling out before he can think about what he’s saying, “Daisy, you need to understand that I didn’t choose this life either -”

He stops and inhales deeply to calm himself. Paul takes a step closer and the gap between your bodies narrows. Immediately, you can’t help but notice how his scent is a tantalizing combination of rain and a woody floral. It makes you think of safety. Paul drops his voice to a whisper, “I have responsibilities to House Atreides that I can’t simply ignore. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you or that I won’t do everything in my power to protect you.”

“You don’t even know me,” Your voice shakes with emotion. This isn’t how you address nobility but damn Paul’s title. His status brings forth an apprehension that claws inside your already rattled heart. You have known each other for less than ten days and yet here he is, declaring protection with everything he has. However, despite his best effort you still feel like a burden. He’s too young to feel like this - he has his entire life ahead of him and now? He has a wife to take care of. Your eyes snap up and you breathe out, “You shouldn’t have to deal with this, any of this…”

Paul studies your face, sensing your doubts and your burdens. Your eyes remain clouded with fear and melancholy. Oh, how Paul yearns to alleviate your concerns and set your mind at ease, but he feels helpless in doing so. His father never taught him how to be a loving husband; Paul is only schooled in politics and the responsibilities of a Duke. Navigating the complexity of matrimony has never been part of his training.

“I understand that this might be difficult for you to understand,” He cups your face and caresses your cheek with his thumb. Paul realizes this is the most affectionate he’s ever been with someone and it breaks his heart knowing this is the first time you are on the receiving end. He silently vows to give you all the love he has. As he speaks, warmth radiates off his words, “You are not a burden, and you will never be a burden to me because we are in this together, Daisy. You are my family now. I promise we will figure this out, together.”

Tears swell in your eyes, “I’m sorry, m’lord -”

“Daisy,” He sharply cuts you off, “You don’t have to apologize - none of this is your fault, okay?”

Paul leans his forehead against yours, “We are a team now. You are my wife and I will do everything I can to protect you.”

You close your eyes, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. Paul is quick to wipe them away and much to your surprise, he kisses each of your eyelids. Your hands cling to his waist, suddenly desperate to keep him close. Paul notices the change and feels your urgency as if you are afraid of him slipping away. He responds by planting butterfly kisses on every inch of skin he can reach. More tears crash down and Paul sweeps them away. You can’t help but giggle at the valiant effort that your husband is making to make you feel better.

The sound of your giggle makes Paul giddy and it causes his stomach to flip. He’s never felt like this before. His lips stretch into a smile as he continues to assault your beautiful face with endless amounts of affection. Paul stops for a brief moment, pulling away to see how your face has brightened. You look like sunshine now and it leaves him breathless.

Your eyes flutter open, wanting to see why your husband has stopped. Paul is peering at you with so much love and admiration that it makes your breath hitch inside your chest. You have never felt so safe and so adored. A look flickers across his verdant eyes and before you can say anything, Paul captures your lips with his.

Technically, this is not the first time he has kissed you but this kiss is exceptionally better than the one you were forced to share at the ceremony. This kiss felt natural and it felt right. There is a certain innocence to how he is applying soft pressure against your lips. Almost as if he’s afraid of breaking you. You want more, no, you need more. You can’t get enough and truth be told, neither can Paul. A desire ignites inside him and his stomach coils as something stirs inside his pants -

“Paul!”

The interruption causes you to jump but for Paul, the interruption of Gurney Halleck angers him. You are blushing at being caught in a compromising position, hiding your face against Paul’s chest as the future Duke turns to the weapon teacher. Annoyed, Paul scowls at the smirk on Gurney’s face. Gurney didn’t think Paul had it in him because truthfully, Gurney didn’t support the arranged marriage; he had his own misgivings and predictions about you. But upon seeing this revelation, Gurney’s opinion swiftly changed.

“My apologies for the interruption,” Gurney clears his throat, “My lord, may I remind you that your weapon’s master doesn’t like to be kept waiting…”

Paul glares at Gurney before turning his attention back to you, his face softening into that of a lovesick puppy. Your face is still pressing into his chest. Gently, he lifts your head and sweetly kisses your cheek, murmuring, “I will see you later, okay?”

Unwillingly, Paul tears himself away from you and stalks toward Gurney who is patiently waiting by the edge of the garden. Gurney, having known Paul since he was a wee little one, chuckles at the bulge in the young master’s pants. When Paul is close enough, Gurney leans over and mutters, “May I suggest a cold shower before training?”

Paul’s face turns bright red upon realizing what Gurney is talking about.

Throughout weapon training, Paul is distracted. His thoughts are consumed by you. Gurney notices and finds himself pushing the young boy harder, and harder. Paul mustn’t give in to thoughts of temptation. Gurney barks order after order, hitting Paul over and over until the boy is on the ground, huffing and puffing, sweat pouring down his face.

A look of determination etches upon Paul’s face as he lifts himself from the ground, swinging his blade around and glaring at Gurney. Paul is about to lunge at his weapon’s trainer but Gurney makes the quick decision to draw the session to a close because it’s clear, they won’t get much farther than this.

“Paul,” Gurney orders, raising his hand for the boy to halt, “That’s enough for today,”

“I’m not done yet,” Paul hisses, clutching the handle of his blade. He eyes as Gurney walks over to the table of weapons and begins to clean them, buffing the blade until it shines.

“Your skills are improving Paul,” Gurney says gruffly, “But there’s something else you need to learn if you want to be a good husband,”

Paul looks at Gurney with a quizzical look, unsure of how being a husband has anything to do with a training session. The young master huffs, “What are you talking about, Gurney?”

“What I mean, boy, is that being a good husband takes more than just sword skills,” Gurney replies, his tone serious. “You need to have control over your thoughts.”

Paul blushes, had it really been that obvious? He sheepishly admits, “I… I guess I was a bit distracted...”

“A bit?” Gurney guffaws, throwing his head back. Paul’s naivety is something else. He presses, “You spent two hours thinking of your wife - this type of distraction is unacceptable, young master Paul. What are you going to do when an enemy has overpowered you?”

“I have my shield -” Gurney is swift to penetrate the forcefield of an unsuspecting Paul. The defence shield vibrates at the intrusion causing Paul to stumble, his green eyes snap to his waist where the blade is hovering above his sweat-soaked shirt. Paul lets out a sigh of frustration, feeling like he has not only let himself down but Gurney as well.

Gurney scorns, “How many times have I told you? The defence shield is only -”

“As good as the person wielding the sword,” Paul finishes Gurney’s sentence. Gurney ignores Paul and continues with his speech, “Even the most powerful shield can be breached by a skilled warrior and no matter how advanced or sophisticated your shield technology is, if you can’t properly use your sword, you are vulnerable to an attack.”

Gurney sheathed his blade, eyeing Paul who looks defeated. Gurney lets out a exhale, “Paul, marriage is a lot like weapon training. You have to be willing to put in the work, to learn and grow together, and to be there for each other through thick and thin.”

Paul turns off his defence shield and runs his finger along the edge of the blade, fascinated by the vulnerability - one wrong move and he could cut himself, and bleed to death. Suddenly, the weight of being a husband falls on his shoulders and he thinks about the promise he made to protect you. He's liable for another person now and he wonders if he's even ready for the responsibility of having a wife. The young master mutters, “What happens if I can’t keep my promise of protecting her?”

Gurney furrows his brow and gives Paul a stern look, “Then you’ll have failed not only her, but yourself as well,” he says firmly, “A true warrior doesn’t waste time worrying about the what-ifs. Instead, focus on the task at hand and what you can do to prevent it. Train harder, study your enemy, and always be one step ahead. The best way to protect her is to be prepared for anything that comes your way and that means forcing yourself not to think frivolous thoughts about her,”

Paul grimly nods but Gurney sees the young boy hasn’t been convinced yet. Gurney feels for him; this is new territory and Paul has yet to find the best way to navigate it. Gurney continues, “As for your wife, you cannot be with her every moment of the day, but you can teach her to be just as skilled with the sword as you are.”

Paul hurries down the corridor of his family's castle, trying to get back to you as soon as possible. He is so excited to see your face that his stomach is churning with anticipation. He wants to hold you, touch you, kiss you. You are all he’s been thinking about and he is so close to seeing you again. Paul accelerates around the corner and nearly collides with his father, Duke Leto Atreides. Paul is caught off guard and he stumbles back.

Duke Leto regards his son with a knowing look as if he had been waiting for Paul. Leto watches as Paul straightens himself out, smoothing and adjusting the black tunic with the House of Atreides symbol on his chest. Paul suddenly feels nervous being in the presence of his father, he’s unsure of what to say or do. Paul waits for instruction.

“Paul,” His father nods. Leto knew that Paul would be in this area of the castle because Gurney had already informed him. In fact, Gurney had also informed the Duke of the kiss that the young master and his lady shared in the garden - Gurney said it wasn’t just any kiss either. It was the kiss; the type of kiss that would’ve certainly led to something more had it not been for Paul’s strict training schedule.

Leto is amused by his son’s red face which is impatient and restless. The Duke knows that Paul will not disobey his orders and decides his teachings in matrimony couldn't have come at a better time. He offers a smile to Paul, “Relax, son - Gurney told me you’d be here,”

Paul clears his throat and nods, “Yes, my lord - can I help you with anything?” Paul is dreading the answer and finds himself becoming resentful toward the Duke because now, Paul has been delayed from seeing you. When the Duke gives a curt nod, Paul’s stomach drops - why did he have to be such a fool and ask such a question?

“Yes, Paul. There is something you could help me with,” the Duke motions for Paul to follow him down the corridor of their castle. As they walk through the dimly lit castle, the glowglobes above them illuminate the towering walls made of rough-hewn gray stone. The Duke’s footsteps reverberate through the long, empty hall, echoing off the walls and filling the silent space.

Leto thinks about how small Paul used to be and how it seems like it was only yesterday that Paul was running around the castle and playing pretend with all of his imaginary friends. He has grown into a tall, handsome young man but despite all of his training and teachings, Paul still has yet to master his stoicism. Leto notes how Paul's lips are pursed with muted animosity - his son is annoyed with him. The Duke is amused by this; he knows he is yet another barrier keeping Paul from his new wife.

As the Duke regards his son, he realizes that Gurney is right. Paul is completely smitten by you and those verdant eyes of his are pooled with so much love that it spills out. His infatuation with you is written across Paul's face. This is a side of his son that he has never seen before. It pleases him because originally, Leto was resistant to the arranged marriage brought on by the Padishah Emperor who insisted that Paul take one of his daughters from House Corrino.

The Duke knows that this type of look on royalty is frowned upon and that it may be seen as a weakness. But Leto cannot help but feel proud of his son for allowing himself to feel and express intense emotions. In a world where political alliances rule, it is a rare and precious thing to see someone unabashedly show love and affection. Leto thinks of his own reasons for not marrying his concubine, Lady Jessica, and does not wish for Paul to be burdened with the same regrets.

With a sense of determination, the Duke decides to do everything in his power to help Paul build a strong and loving relationship with you. Leto refrains from chastising his son about his open display of affection because he realizes that Paul needs guidance on other matters; matters attaining to the bedroom.

He knows Paul has received the talk about procreation but Leto is about to give his son advice on proper lovemaking. It's a topic he was unwilling to breach but Lady Jessica was insistent that it happens tonight as it's obvious the newlyweds will be consummating the marriage sooner than later; she gave her own advice to you earlier and now, it is the Duke's turn.

He takes a deep breath, carefully selecting his words. He doesn't want to scare Paul and begins imparting his knowledge with a casual statement, “Gurney informed me of your training session,” He pauses when he realizes that Paul isn't paying attention to him. However, the Duke presses on, “Paul, you’re a husband now. You have a wife - a beautiful wife -”

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Paul interjects rather dreamily as a dazed look crosses his eyes. There he goes again, letting his love spill out. Leto realizes that he'll have to remind Paul about the importance of keeping his emotions in check but for now, it could wait.

"Yes, she is. And now that you're a husband, there are certain things you must do and certain things you must not do," Leto stops and turns to his son, watching as Paul's expression changes to that of confusion. "You are responsible for her happiness, her sadness - your actions will directly affect her well-being."

Paul slowly nods, taking in his father's words. Leto cocks his head to the side, asking, "Son, do you know how to keep your wife happy?"

The young master shakes his head and casts his gaze downward - no, he doesn't know how to keep you happy. And it's been plaguing him all day. It's what kept him distracted during weapon training. But when his father speaks again, it's not the type of advice he was expecting to hear: "Listen very carefully, Paul. I’m going to tell you the secret to keeping your wife happy -"

Leto glances around, making sure that they were alone and just for added measure, he lowers his voice, “You’re going to kiss her lips, kiss her until you can’t breathe. And your hands, they’re going to touch her. Everywhere. Slowly at first, but with purpose...”

Paul's face grows hot with discomfort and simply put, he's dumbfounded by these instructions; it takes him a minute to realize that his father is giving advice on foreplay. His cheeks burn crimson. He's hesitant, feeling like a fool for asking such a silly question, “How do I know if she likes it?”

"Oh, you'll know, son … you'll know," His father's eyes darken and it startles Paul. His father inches closer, his voice dropping to an even lower octave, “Your fingers and tongue are tools, they will aid you in making your wife happy."

This advice is the limit of the boundary Leto is willing to cross. He's unwilling to give any more as it is up to his son to learn that not every woman is the same and that what Lady Jessica likes might not be what Lady Daisy likes. Leto also doesn't want to scar his son with his own prowess because what he and Jessica do in their bedroom is none of Paul's business.

But of course, Paul can't help but wonder how his father knows such things and it quickly dawns on the young master that the Duke does these things with Paul’s mother - is this the reason for their happiness? The thought makes him feel uneasy and strange. He never thought sex could have such a profound effect on a relationship but it makes sense. Paul suddenly understands the gravity of his father's advice and the complexity it will bring to his own marriage; ultimately, Paul is frightened yet intrigued by the idea that his tongue and fingers will help him in the pursuit of your happiness.

Paul's brows knit together and he gazes down at his fingers, watching as he repetitively curls and uncurls them. He clarifies, "I can... I use them... on her?"

"Yes, Paul. Use them on your wife - and remember to listen to her. Nonverbal cues are still cues, her sighs and moans will tell you everything you need to know," His father sees Paul struggling to hold back the utter panic and he feels for the young boy who is about to become a man. Leto remembers feeling the same way when it came to bedding Lady Jessica for the first time. He places a reassuring hand on Paul's shoulder and adds: "The most important part is consent, Paul … remember, you have an entire lifetime to spend with her. Don't feel like you need to rush through it all tonight."

Paul nods, his throat tight and dry. The prospect of seeing you makes him anxious, and despite knowing that he desires you with every fibre of his being, he can’t shake off the uneasiness of being a disappointment. What if he can’t please you? What if he can’t perform? Will this make you love him less?

“Breathe, son. Breathe.” The Duke pats his son's shoulder and gives an encouraging smile, “You’ll do fine, Paul. I’ll see that a change is made for your weapon training session tomorrow and I’ll make sure that Gurney Halleck doesn’t bother the happy couple.”

“Have a nice evening son, and be safe,” with that, Duke Leto Atreides departs, leaving Paul alone in the corridor to ponder on what lies ahead of him tonight.

The young master leans against the cool stone and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths to steady himself. The weight of responsibility and expectations from both his father and his new wife weighs heavily on his conscience. Paul has to remind himself that he loves you and he is willing to do anything to make you happy.

The sound of the bedroom door opening startles you. Quickly, you stand. Hands trembling as they smooth out the cream-coloured negligee that adorns your body. It was a gift from Paul’s mother; she gave it to you earlier. It seems that gossip travels around the castle at an alarming rate because not even an hour after you and Paul were seen kissing in the garden, Lady Jessica was pulling you to the side for a little chat because she seems to think that tonight is the night that you finally consummate your marriage.

And she’s right because the moment Paul steps into the room, and closes the door behind him - locking it - you know exactly what is about to happen. Paul stands across from you, eyes blazing at the sight of you, drinking in your body. He’s wearing his usual black tunic. His wavy hair looks even more dishevelled than before. His cheeks are rosy. And once again, his eyes capture you and pull you into those pools of emerald. Every ounce of his love surrounds you and it spreads like wildfire across your body.

You can't believe that Paul Atreides is yours. He's so unbelievably handsome with his aquiline nose, his high-cheek bones, and his slender neck that tapers gracefully into his lean shoulders. He oozes noble lineage and the thought of providing Paul with an heir makes you giddy.

“My lord,” You finally speak. You give a curtsy, bowing your head in the process. Paul cringes; he hates when you call him by his formal title. He despises it. It makes his blood boil. He takes several long strides until he is standing in front of you. Paul places his fingers beneath your chin, lifting your head until your eyes meet his.

For a moment, you look… frightened. But there’s something else hiding in those russet-coloured eyes of yours. Paul softens, he’s suddenly all too aware that he still has the remnants of distaste written across his face. “Daisy, please… when it’s just the two of us - Just you and me - call me Paul,”

It almost feels like treason disregarding his title but he doesn’t want such formalities with you. Never. Ever. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and you nod, "Of course, my -"

You swallow his title and shakily breathe out, "Paul," his name sounds foreign as it leaves your lips. You feel … naughty calling him by his name. You don’t think you’ve ever regarded Paul as such, not even during your marriage vows did you call him just Paul. His name leaves your lips once more, “Paul,”

The way you say his name makes him smile. He smiles so wide that his teeth make an appearance and the skin by his eyes crinkles with delight. He softly replies, "Daisy,"

You return the smile and your eyes glisten with adoration as you and Paul regard each other with a newfound appreciation as if you're meeting him for the first time. It might as well be since the first few days were tumultuous, filled with uncertainty and a longing to be anywhere that wasn't Caladan. But now, all you want to be is with him.

Paul can't help himself anymore and gives into temptation, his eyes glancing down at the negligee your body is adorned with. It’s a bit tight and it leaves almost nothing to the imagination; he's able to see the colour of your flesh through the transparent silk. His eyes linger on the imprints of your breasts as they poke through the fabric but what really intrigues Paul is the secret that lies between your thighs. Paul notices the strap of your negligee has started to slip down your shoulder and he reaches up to adjust it, his fingers gently brushing against your collarbone as he does so.

Immediately, he notices that the simple touch has caused goosebumps to explode across the surface of your skin followed by a tinge of red. Paul is fascinated by this change and wonders what other reactions you have in store for him. Meanwhile, you're growing impatient with him. You wish he'd just kiss you already because you miss the feeling of his lips against yours. But he doesn't and unbeknownst to you, Paul is planning to take his sweet time.

Paul steps back, unbuttoning the top of his tunic. He's never gotten used to the tightness of his uniform and he lets out a sigh of relief. His eyes briefly glance at you standing there. You look annoyed by his actions and this amuses him.

You begin to shift on the balls of your heels, teeth biting into your lower lip as you think ‘patience is a virtue’. Paul has had a long day of weapons training and royal responsibilities. Surely, he is tired. But you have also waited all day for him and waiting a few more minutes sounds torturous - maybe if you ask him to kiss you, he'll listen.

"Please, Paul..." Your voice comes out whinier than intended. You feel embarrassed but it's Paul's reaction to your petulance that makes the pink colour in your cheeks deepen into crimson.

He pauses, a single eyebrow of his raising as his lips lift into a playful smirk. "Please, what, Daisy?"

Paul watches you through those thick, dark eyelashes of his. He waits for your answer and what you're unaware of is that he has enough patience to wait forever. After all, he is the son of a duke. Since birth, he's been taught to endure and persevere.

“I-I…” You stutter, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the look clouding over in Paul’s verdant eyes. It causes an unfamiliar feeling to stir inside you and your thoughts quickly become a jumbled, incoherent mess. But thankfully, what you can recall is Lady Jessica’s advice: if you can’t tell him, show him.

Slowly, you walk forward with Paul watching your every move. Your fingers tremble as you reach for the button of his tunic, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. As you unbutton his tunic, you quietly inquire, “How was your weapons training?”

Your question brings a sense of closeness that you’ve never experienced before. But truth be told, you don’t care about his weapon training. You just think it’ll help speed things up a bit. But Paul is distracted. His gaze lingers on your face; he’s admiring the smattering of freckles that dance along the bridge of your nose. You glance at him and see that his lips are still curved into an adoring smile. It makes your heart swell.

Paul finally answers your question but his words fall on deaf ears because your mind is distracted by the sight of his lean waist. You find yourself growing envious of his body and begin to feel insecure because there is no denying the fact that your body is fuller than his, your bits fleshy and pudgy. Of course, Paul sees the change in your face and at first, he’s confused. But as he watches your eyes studying his body, particularly his perfectly flat stomach, he realizes what is bothering you.

"Oh, Daisy..." He coos. His voice breaks through your thoughts and you look at him, puzzled. Paul tilts his head to the side and traces his finger along your rotund jawline. Truth be told, he adores the ampleness of your body. He’s been admiring your curves for days and now, he finally has the opportunity to touch them. Paul is filled with the utmost delight at the prospect of being smothered by you body that’s bigger than his.

It is this exact thought that unleashes Paul from his restraints and he leans down, capturing your lips with his. You sigh happily and instantly forget about your jealousy. You relish the feeling of his supple lips pressing against yours - finally. He places a hand on the nape of your neck and the other on your hip, fingers digging into your thick flesh. He eagerly presses his body against yours, but it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.

This kiss is different than the one in the garden. It's urgent. Needy. Paul is eager for more and he deepens it by swiping his tongue against your bottom lip. Your mouth opens - you've never been kissed like this before and at first, you're timid. Unsure of what to do. But Paul seems to be just as lost as you are. It doesn't stop either of you from trying.

Time blurs and for several minutes, it's nothing but a kindling mess of trembling hands and soft, wet noises. There is no rhythm and there is no tempo. Paul is sucking your tongue into his mouth and next, you're nipping at his lower lip; he growls when you do so. The growl reverberates through your body and dissolves into a heavy pleasure that presses down into your core.

Your lungs are desperate for fresh air and reluctantly, you separate. Your chest heaves against Paul’s and you gaze at him, noting how his eyes are still closed, lost in the throes of passion. His lips are swollen, bee-stung. Your lips are swollen too. Paul begins to run his hands up and down your back, his feathery touch tickles and you giggle softly at the sensation. His eyes snap open, verdant eyes flickering with burning desire.

“Do you want to lie down?” His voice is low-pitched but clear, his intentions are polite and sincere. He'll never stop being a duke even during the most intimate of times. He presses his forehead against yours, patiently waiting for an answer.

"Yes," Your voice shakes. He takes your hand and leads you to the bed. Tension begins to simmer beneath the surface and it causes your throat to dry up, making it difficult to speak. Those pesky nerves have come back and you wish they hadn't because you were having so much fun before -

“Are you okay?” Paul asks lowering your body down first before sliding his body next to yours. Your stomach is violently fluttering and you can only nod in response. You wonder if he can hear how fast your heart is beating.

Paul can just tell by wavering doubt on your face that you’re not okay. He peers at you, his face full of concern. He speaks, “Tell me you’re okay, Daisy,”

You swallow dryly and nod for a second time. Your fingers are gripping his arm because you are afraid that if you let go, he might disappear. It takes you another minute to gather yourself.

“I’m o-okay,” Breathlessly, you repeat, “I’m okay,”

This time it's Paul’s turn to nod. His lips turn into a soft, reassuring smile. He tenderly tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and addresses your concerns, “We don’t have to do this - we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,”

Your heart tumbles over its own rhythm and you quickly shake your head. You want this - you want him. You want him to penetrate you with the bulge that has been steadily growing in his pants. You whisper, “But… but what if I do want it?”

He bites into his growing smile, trying to hide his excitement. He’s thrilled that you feel the same way and he loves hearing you speak. He wishes that you’d do it more and he knows in time that you will. As his father said, Paul has an entire lifetime to spend with you.

“Make love to me, Paul…” Your confession is quiet. Barely audible. Paul is unsure if he has even heard you but at the sight of your blushing cheeks, he knows that he wasn’t dreaming. You are silently pleading that he feels the way because if he doesn’t, you might just perish from embarrassment.

Paul pauses to watch the look of yearning etch itself across your face. You start to shift beneath the intensity of his gaze, your eyes dropping down. That’s when Paul feels your hands moving down his body. Your fingers latch onto his trousers, attempting to unbutton them but you’re having trouble, and it’s making you flustered.

Paul is loving every second of it. He enjoys how your brows have furrowed in concentration and he particularly likes the frustration growing on your face. You bite your lower lip and impatiently huff as you give up. You realize he’s been watching you this entire time and your eyes snap to his. You glare at the coltish expression on his face. Paul finds your exasperation endearing.

You bury your face into his arm, mumbling, “Paul, make love to me…”

Blood rushes through his body and goes straight down to the bulge straining against his trousers. He loves your wantonness and he wants to hear you beg for it again. He pulls your face away from his skin, eyes devouring you. As he holds your chin between his hands, Paul demands, “Say it again,”

You can’t help but glare again at him. He knows you won’t disobey. You speak, voice clipped with precise ardency, “Paul Atreides, my lord, will you please fuck me?”

The mixture of his full name and his title sends his blood into a frenzy. If he was already turned on before, then what’s happening to his body now? One thing for sure is that you don’t have to ask again because, within a minute, Paul has hastily thrown off his trousers and he’s now completely naked.

Your eyes, well… your eyes are instantly locked onto the appendage between your husband’s thighs. Of course, you have seen what a phallus looks like in art and in scientific videos. But in comparison to Paul’s, those examples were tiny and they definitely did not prepare you for the real thing.

His cock is so engorged and so pink, the tip of it glistening with some sort of secretion. As he moves his body back down to the bed, his cock twitches and bobs. He sees your fascination and watches how you are practically salivating over his well-endowed gift. Your core squirms with anticipation and your thighs involuntarily flex at the thought of him being inside you.

“Do you want to touch it?” His voice is timid, hesitating to request such a thing from his innocent wife but he’s held back long enough. Paul is so sure that he’s going to burst at any second - he watches as you reach out, hand faltering at second thoughts. Paul inhales sharply, “Touch me, Daisy, please…”

When your fingers brush against the tip of his cock, he shudders and his stomach constricts causing his cock to quiver. You quickly look up at him, wondering if you had hurt him but it’s clear you haven’t. He has an intense but dazed look on his face and he’s biting down on his lower lip, restraining himself. Paul is holding himself back and persevering through the pure torture you’re currently putting him through.

You wonder what’ll happen if you firmly grasp his cock, so your hand wraps around his girthy shaft and a throaty groan escapes from deep inside Paul’s body. His reaction pleases you and slowly, you continue to drag your hand down until it rests against the furry tufts on the base of his cock.

You notice how Paul’s chest is heaving and he’s pressing his body into the mattress, hands gripping the sheets, knuckles almost turning white. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, pleading for more but you’re taking your time, exploring his body, finding ways to incite reactions from him. You know he’s enjoying your hand gliding up and down his cock but what if… what if you were to taste him? You readjust your body so that you’re sitting with your mouth hovering over his cock.

“Daisy, what’re you…” Paul says, his voice deeper than usual. You lick the tip of his cock, tasting the pearly secretion that has been leaking out. Paul gasps, swearing under his breath. You lick his cock again and once more, Paul reacts with a throaty gasp. You’ve overpowered him with one simple move and now he’s yours. It is at this moment that Paul realizes he is supposed to be listening to your sighs and moans but instead, you’re listening to his.

He watches as you thoroughly lick the tip of his cock. The sensation is immaculate and he’s struggling to remain cool and composed. You aren’t exactly sure what you’re doing but you’re enjoying the smoothness and warmth of his arousal. You seal your lips around him and slowly, very tentatively, lower your mouth down. Paul groans loudly and his hand finds the back of your head, his fingers gripping your hair so that it’s not in the way of his view.

The sight of you, mouth full of his throbbing cock, practically sends him over the edge. He has to restrain himself by closing his eyes and silently begging that he doesn’t ejaculate - he can’t. Not yet. He’s trying to convince himself that it’s your turn to be pleasured but when his cock hits the back of your throat, you gag and the sound makes him completely forget everything. His eyes snap open, watching as you bring your mouth back up, leaving a trail of spit pooling down his cock.

“D-Da-Daisy,” Paul sputters out, completely out of breath. You ignore him, dragging both your hands along his quivering cock. He struggles to find his words but when he does, he orders, “Stop,”

He grabs your hands and pulls them off his body. Shocked, you look at him. He looks like a man who has just been to hell and back. His hair is beyond dishevelment, strands of it sticking to his damp forehead. His eyes are wild, his once verdant eyes have been taken over by expanded pupils that have blackened out any colour.

Before you can ask what you did wrong, Paul is tugging off the negligee and exposing your naked body to him for the first time. His eyes sweep over every nook and cranny, noting every bulge of abundance. He’s taking inventory, marking his favourite areas. He’s particularly drawn to your breasts and how they swell against your chest, gravity pulling down the pillows of dough. They look rather heavy to Paul and he just has to reach up to grasp them. God, they’re so soft and perfect. He’s quick to lower his mouth, latching it onto your perky nipple. The sensation of his tongue swiping over the sensitive bud makes you gasp, “Paul,”

He grins against your skin and can’t help himself, he just has to nibble at the fleshy softness of your chest, which causes you to gasp. Your hand grabs the back of Paul’s head, fingers kneading through his hair, locking him there because your breasts absolutely love the attention. Meanwhile, Paul feels like he is in heaven, sighing happily as little noises continue to escape from your mouth.

Simply put, he can’t get enough of you. He licks and sucks your breasts as if they were ripe fruits, his tongue sweet and rough against the sensitive flesh. He alternates between too much and not enough, which creates a perplexed feeling between your hips, right in the crest of your crotch. It’s vague, incomplete. You have never felt such a thing before tonight. You flex your thighs, hoping that you can rid yourself of the unnatural feeling.

With his mouth still attached to your breast, Paul takes his hand and plants it on the inside of your thigh. This movement doesn’t help the unnatural feeling that has been steadily growing and you squirm, hoping Paul doesn’t notice. Of course, he does and he detaches himself to peer at you. He loves how pink and splotchy your cheeks have gotten, and he loves how your eyes have narrowed into a lusty squint.

Testing you, he drags his fingers upward. His cock throbs at how saturated your thighs have gotten. He doesn’t even think you’re aware of the wetness seeping from your flower and he cups your fuzzy mound, which causes you to squeal in surprise. The sudden intrusion is too much and you’re squirming out of his grasp. Paul is quick and wraps his other arm around your body. He’s strong enough to hold you, keeping you locked against him.

With his voice barely above a whisper, Paul asks, “Can I?”

You swallow hard. You desperately want him to touch you down there but you’re terrified of what might happen because you heard that unnatural things can occur. Paul senses your worry and feels your hesitation, and immediately takes his hand away - consent is the most important thing. You can’t help but notice how your pussy suddenly feels lonely now…

However, those thoughts are quickly pushed away because Paul pulls your body down with his, your chest colliding with his as he lies underneath you. You feel like you’re crushing him and for a third time, you begin to squirm.

“Daisy,” His grip tightens. You stop squirming and sheepishly glance up at him. He’s gazing at you, with so much love and adoration, that it makes your breathing hitch inside your throat. Paul whispers, “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

The compliment makes you blush, your skin reddening even more. You confess, “I’m not a woman yet -”

“Yet,” Paul interjects and shifts so that your body is lying next to his. He kisses your temple, “Lay back and relax, I’m going to try something…”

You’re reluctant for Paul to see such an intimate part of you. He pleads, eyes begging for a chance. He murmurs, “Just trust me, okay?”

His words make you reconsider. You decide to trust your husband and you lay down, inhaling to calm yourself. But the moment Paul places his hands on your legs, your heart rate spikes and rattles against your chest. As he spreads you open, he looks at your flower with reverence. It’s so puffy, so pink and so wet that it glistens beneath the glowglobes.

He positions his body between your thighs, his cock rubs against the inner flesh, and you shudder at the sensation. He looks at you, worried. You shake your head, “Paul, I need you…”

At your request, he is so quick to touch you. His finger slides along your folds. You suck in and bite down on your lower lip, holding back. But Paul yearns to hear you, and he does it again, repeating the movement. A small groan escapes and it’s all the encouragement that he needs. Through heavy-lidded eyes, you see that he is in deep concentration, studying as your hips jerk when he presses his palm against a sensitive little nub that’s hiding between your petals. As he does it again, your mouth goes slack and a moan slips out. He begins to circle it with determination, knowing this must be the spot.

There’s a liquid heat pooling in your core and the more pressure he adds, the less you can take it. You are back to squirming beneath his touch, gasping and groaning at the pressure building inside. It’s such a foreign feeling - you feel like you’re going to burst open. You feel scared about what might happen. You want Paul to stop, yet you don’t. Everything is so conflicting and your throat is parched, and you want your husband to look at you. But Paul is so engrossed in what he’s doing - he’s absolutely fascinated at the stickiness that seeps through your magnificent folds.

Unable to take much more, you reach down and grasp his chin, forcing him to look at you. At first, he’s baffled. He was so sure that you were enjoying his hard work - your eyes are hungry, having not been satiated yet. The look sends a chill down his spine and when you whimper, his cock twitches.

If he wants to make you a woman, it needs to happen now. You whimper again, “Paul, I need you … I need you inside of me,”

“Are … are you sure, Daisy?” He asks, eyes glazing over. You nod and reach up to caress his cheek. Paul is so unbelievably sweet. He begins to trail kisses along your stomach, tongue dipping into your belly button causing you to throw your head back into the pillow. He grins wolfishly and continues marking his territory, relentlessly teasing you until you are nothing but a wet, blubbering mess.

Finally, after a lifetime has passed, Paul sweetly kisses your lips and his cock brushes against your swollen labia. The first meeting. Wetness against wetness. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his shoulders down into your body. Paul steadies himself, his chest puffing out with excitement as he lines the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“Fuck,” He hisses. Paul knows it’s going to be a tight fit and he’s worried about hurting you. He plants a tender kiss against your jaw, whispering, “Tell me if I hurt you, okay?”

You nod, shutting your eyes and moaning out as his cock begins to nudge inside. It’s definitely a little too large for comfort and your body is resisting - you have to order yourself to relax. And when he’s finally pushed past, there’s a popping sensation. It’s quick and it hurts, pain shooting through your pelvis. You wince.

Paul notices and stops, he attempts to pull out but you’re quick to lock your legs around his. His lips move against your skin, “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” You sniffle, shaking your head. But Paul can see straight through your lie. He asks the question again, shifting because he’s afraid of causing you pain. This time, you answer truthfully, “It hurts but your cock… it feels so good, Paul - don’t stop, please don’t stop -”

He listens and continues to push his hips forward. Your eyes remain closed but your mouth hangs open, little mewling noises coming forth. Paul struggles to remain composed as your tight cunt swallows his girth. At a glacial pace, he pushes into your body and buries his face into the crook of your neck. He’s struggling not to cum because, for him, the suction of your velvety walls is swiftly driving him toward the edge.

“You’re such a good girl,” He’s barely audible, hands gripping the side of your protruding stomach. He gives one final thrust, grunting, “Cunt so goddamn tight,”

His cock is fully inside, buried to the hilt. You’re gasping, fireworks sparking behind your eyelids. Your hands are trailing along his back, nails digging into fevered flesh. It still hurts but it’s a good type of hurt. He begins rocking his hips, slowly at first, stretching out your virgin cunt. The mixture of pain and pleasure has you splitting open, crying out, “Oh, fuck! Paul!”

For a moment, Paul thinks he’s hurting you again and he pauses. You hiss at him, “My lord, just fuck me already,”

Your lord does not like that. He sits up on his knees, arms placed on either side of you and hovers over your body. It glistens with sweat and you’re eyes have snapped open at the sudden loss. You see that Paul’s eyebrows are knitted together, irritated that you brought up his nobility. He pulls out, noting the smear of crimson around his cock but doesn’t think twice about it and shoves it back inside.

You cry out, “My lord,”

He seethes, biting down on his lower lip and begins to rapidly thrust in and out. You want to be properly fucked and he’s giving you exactly what you want. The room fills with your cries of pleasure as Paul spitefully fucks your sweet cunt. The same sweet cunt that is making crude, wet noises, making it impossible not to spill his seed right then and there.

He wants to make sure that you finish too but Paul knows he’s close. He feels the familiar sensation of an orgasm building inside; he knows the feeling all too well because he’s no stranger to masturbation. In fact, he’s spilled his seed onto this very bed many times in the past year. He’s restraining himself, the friction starting to become too much for him - the tight coil wants to snap and he can’t stop thinking about filling your womb with his seed.

He shudders, willing himself to slow down so that you can catch up to him. His thrusting turns tender and he begins to lovingly guide his cock into your body, burying it against your hilt. Paul notices that you like this more because your moans have become guttural, coming from somewhere deep. He does it again, fully burrowing his cock in your velvety walls. They are contracting, practically convincing Paul to spill his seed. He's barely able to resist the temptation.

You seem to be fighting your own demons and reaching for something that you aren’t even sure exists. Certainly, it must because what else is this feeling that has pooled inside your belly? The liquid is hot, near boiling point. Each time Paul thrusts his cock, it hits a spot and it makes your cunt convulse, and your eyes roll back because the stimulation is too much.

Your hands grip Paul’s strong arms, nails digging into his flesh. Paul reaches down between your bodies, fingers fondling your fuzzy little mound as he remains buried inside. He pushes your puffy lips apart and presses your button. It sends a jolt through your body and you bellow out, “Paul!”

He presses his thumb against the sensitive little nub and glides his cock against that spot, and you’re so close - so close. Paul pushes his cock into the depths of your cunt, practically tearing into your womb. His cock quivers against the friction of your walls and he shudders, eyes closing tight while his hand continues to work your clitoris. He wills himself not to cum but it’s useless because, within seconds, he’s shooting his hot, thick load into your tight, breedable cunt.

You cry out, feeling as Paul’s arousal fills you. It’s the thought of Paul impregnating you that causes your orgasm to boil over. Your pussy clenches and convulses with gratification at having the opportunity to give Paul an heir. You cling to him, needing him more than ever as you repeatedly call out his name, prolonging the vowels, “Paaaaauuuul, Paaaauuuul, Paaaauuuulll!”

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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to conceive an heir

warning(s): cursing, dirty language, degradation, oral (f/m receiving), breeding, creampie, choking, teasing, semi-public sex/voyeurism, unprotected sex (always have protection plz) , kind of toxic relationship, power dynamics (Dom/sub, emperor/empress)

summary: paul atreides seems to control every aspect of the empire except his distant empress. having yet failed to conceive an heir, you take things into your own hands. basically a self indulgent throne sex/breeding kink fic/blurb. no beta we d!e like men

word count: 2.7k words

"Where the fuck is my wife!?"

Paul's commanding voice echoes through the high ceiling throne room, gripping tightly on the armrests of his throne as he fumes in anger.

All of his advisors and council members looked around anxiously, staring at each other in fear as they knew nothing would get him more riled up then anything that concerned you.

Ever since you had consummated your marriage on your wedding night and crowned as Emperor and Empress the following morning, you have seen nothing of your husband.

You had grown up side by side under the same tutors, as your father was a Duke from a nearby kingdom of similar lineage and prestige. From wearing matching bibs when you ate messily at the table as toddlers, rolling down the temperate grassy hills of Caladan and sneaking out from humdrum tutors, the ring on your finger and your names bonded by law have set you two apart further rather than bring you together as intended.

Nothing would have prepared you for the turn of events that resulted in you becoming Empress of the entire Galactic Empire, nor with Paul by your side as the Supreme Emperor of all of society.

Nonetheless, you did your duty. Even so, you enjoyed escaping the hollow, ceremonial trappings of the royal court and doing your charity and social events outside the city.

You had spent the past morning visiting a local orphanage and the school conjunct to it, as schoolchildren of the common folk adored you and threw petals at your feet as you walked by. If Paul was to neglect his responsibility to you as a husband preoccupied with the obligations of an Emperor, you will not fail to attend to your role as Empress.

Feeding the children pouring soup into disposable bowls with your handmaidens was sharply interrupted when one of his men, Duncan, whispered in your ear that your husband the Emperor demanded your return back to the palace. It was an order, not a request.

Begrudgingly escorted back to the throne room, you drag your feet through the hollow halls, pacing impatiently as your handmaidens and your bodyguards struggle to meet your agile pace.

The moment Paul feels your presence even while looking away, he narrows his eyes at you suspiciously as you approach him meekly, avoiding his darkened eyes shooting daggers at you almost literally.

“Where have you been, Empress?!” He slouches on his throne, venom laced in his voice, and you resist the temptation to roll your eyes at him. Referring to you by his title, alone? Seriously?

“I was fulfilling my role as Empress by visiting the orphanage-”

“And you did not even have the courage to let me know before you left?”

You pause.

“I left a note on your bedside, Your Imperial Majesty.” You explained offhandedly, praying your long obsidian sleeves can hide your fiddling fingers.

Paul scoffs at you, his curls disheveled on his face and hiding his eyes. A bubbling disdain and enmity for his childish, unreasonable behaviour towards you, not only did he avoid you on every turn, but expected you to be at his beck and call.

Seeing red as you stand alone in the spacious throne room, bare, cold stone with minimal windows as you shrunk in the magnanimous size of the room.

As Paul looked down at you from his stainless steel engraved throne on plain concrete from the hills of Arrakis, the distance between you two are even greater and a reminder how you are always subservient to him.

"Is it a crime for me to know where my legally wedded wife is? I don't even know where my woman is, how can I rule a damn kingdom."

"I'm not just your woman. I am my own person." You bite back maliciously, voice laced with venom.

"You have failed as an empress. You have failed our kingdom. You put the entire Galactic Empire at risk for your negligence, for your refusal to provide an heir. You make our entire future futile."

As a wave of shame overcomes you as your face warms in embarrassment yet the cool of the darkness of the throne room creates goosebumps on your back.

Fumbling with the golden necklace on your collar, carelessly pulling on the rare gemstones that lock the elaborate setting of your cream white straight silhouetted dress.

His eyes widen in panic, yet a flash of lust and arousal appears on his usually, well rehearsed stoic expression as layer by layer falls to the ground with a loud thud.

" What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" He nearly stands up from shock against his throne, yet restrains himself and tightens his grip on the arm rests of his throne.

As the top sheer layer of the pleated white dress, your slim tie knot ribbon chemise dress is yanked off your shoulder as you step over the pile of your garment and you stand in front of him bare.

Step by step with sequenced footsteps, you raise your head proudly as you walk up the staircase towards him.

"Then take me."

"What!?" Paul nearly screams at you in ridicule of your plans, yet his want, his desire for you overtakes him as you see a glimpse of his arousal between his legs.

"Right here. I want you to fuck me right on your throne."

"You are a queen, an empress yet you want to be fucked senselessly like a common whore, like a rabid dog." He snickers mockingly, firmly gripping your bare hips against his rough fingers with a piercing grip you're sure will leave bruises for days.

Just as you lean in to sit on his lap, he suddenly jumps up, towering over you with his dark curls and piercing hazel eyes of swirls of green and gold. Paul harshly smacks his lips against yours, tongue swirling in your warm cavern, dominating over yours.

Your eyes shut in pleasure and pain as you lose yourself in the feeling, moaning as your lips mold into his.

Feeling dribbles of wetness between your thighs as you bare skin contrasts his military uniform that covers his entire body. Your fingers brush against his shoulder blades as you circle your arms on either side of his head, tilting your head to follow his ministrations and gain steady footing as he forcefully contorts and melds into you as if you could bleed into one flesh.

Sliding down from your waist down to your butt, pinching and squeezing before he rociforeously slaps against your skin, gaining a high pitched shriek from you.

Paul brushes lightly against your clit before squeezing in a couple of fingers into your clenched folds.

"You're so fucking wet already. Do you like being fucked like the whore you are!?" He antagonizingly teases you with a mischievous grin, clearly satisfied with seeing you cower over him like putty in his hands.

Resting your forehead against his medalled shoulders, sweat forming on your brow as you attempt to muffle your pleasured cries, increasingly leaning towards him with buckled knees and wobbly joints.

"I can't hear you. What did you say?!"

"I want you to fuck me like a whore, like your whore."

Fondling your nipples and massaging your chest as he tentatively ponders over his next move, waiting for your areolas to harden before his mouth sucks eagerly on your breasts before doing the same on the other and switching places.

As his hands wander around your body, feeling every inch of his skin from his fingertips to leaving crescents from his blunt nails, he gradually makes his way down to his knees in front of you.

"What are you doing?" You bewilderly ask, whining in complaint at the loss of his fingers from your area of pleasure.

Parting your lower lips with his fingers before dipping in and out against your walls, he presses the flat of his tongue before he dives into you like a starved man, squelching, slurping, wildly drinking from you and pleasuring you until you'd see white.

Oh, what a sight. Imagine if any bystander would see their emperor, fully clothed and on his knees in front of his naked empress, his wife, writhing and pulsing with teary eyes and a gaping mouth crying and begging for more.

"More, more-"

"More what?!" He mockingly teases you, his voice reverberating against your warmth.

"I want your tongue on me. I want you to mouth fuck me."

Playing and pulling your clit as his mouth consumes you wholly, your essence dripping down his chin and spilling out his mouth, his pleasured groans and grunts vibrating against your cavern until he hits the very spot you've never discovered, unleashing an unabridged, unrestrained pleasure like you've never seen before.

Screaming, weeping, screeching, moaning so loudly, harshly until your throat went hoarse and you feel a stinging pain around your neck, seeing white like a string unleashed, pulled apart so far apart like galaxies scattered across the sky.

Crying his name over and over again like a prayer on your altar, blessing him with your holy water, your blessed essence, your sacred liquid, reaching your pleasure and losing consciousness until you regain your awareness on shaky knees and exhausted limbs, resting your head against his chest as he stands beside you with arms around your waist.

Taking slow, careful breaths before you push him down to his seat, ignoring the stinging sensation of your bare knees against the hard marble floor.

"You have to let me return the favour, Your Majesty." Your low, hoarse voice sounds sultry and seductive, even as your lightheadedness makes you flighty and clumsy.

Groaning in overwhelming lust, rolling his eyes back in pleasure as you tug off his buckles from his grey tailored pants with shaky fingers.

As the heavy, weighted cloth hits the ground, you lean forward eagerly with a wide mouth as your tongue swirls around the bottom of his pink, throbbing cock.

He groans with tight shut eyes as he reaches forward to pull on your hair forcefully, firmly tugging and scratching against the base of your scalp as you take him in fully into your mouth, moaning deliriously as his cock hits the back of your throat.

Circling and massaging both your hands against the base of his lengthy, girthy cock, twisting, pulling and circling to the sound of his pleasured cries and squeaks.

"Ah, fuck, how is your mouth so good? How the fuck did you do that!?"

As your nose hits his pelvic bone as you reach deeper and deeper, mentally noting to yourself in surprise at your unusual lack of gag reflex. Feeling your own pleasure pooling between your legs, you gobble, throb back and forth against his length until he comes explosively, generously filling your warm mouth with loads and loads of his thick, white essence.

As you reach the end of your gobbling and swallowing, you pull back and open your mouth as you rest your tongue against the bottom of his cock, relishing in his release before you eagerly drink up every drop.

His curls messily sticking to his forehead drenched in sweat as he rests an arm over his eyes as he recovers from his pleasure, he opens his eyes and meets you with a menacing, forceful look as he leans over to pull you over his lap.

Twirling your around to have your back facing against him, he pulls you down by your hips to sit on his thighs , next to his already hardening length.

"Since you want to be such a fucking tease, we'll do it this way."

You never want to admit how much you wanted this and you never knew. You never knew how much you wanted to be humiliated, insulted, treated so carelessly, so harshly unlike the glass figurine you were in a gilded cage in your ivory tower.

"Fuck me like this, you do the damn work. Face forward on this throne for everyone to see. Look at their empress, jolting, splintering, piercing herself in half on her Emperors cock."

Lowering yourself inch by inch on his length as either of your knee caps rest over his legs, you wince in slight pain before a wave of overwhelming passion and pleasure overcomes you.

"What are you waiting for, slut?!" He spits darkly at you, impatient with frantic, bouncing knees as you whips your thighs in punishment for leaving him wanting for so long.

You cry and babble as you grasp his forearms for support as you weakly try to find you footing. His fingers snake around your neck tightly, under your jaw and around your throat as your breath hitches and your arousal continues to grow.

The loss of air circulation no longer fills you with panic or fear, but excites you with a foreign glee you never knew you could even feel.

"Look at how desperate you are for my cock, how it's the only thing you think of, you live for. How it's the only thing keeping you alive. Like you were made for my cock, for my pleasure."

Raising up your knees and standing up slightly to position yourself over his standing cock, you slowly but surely adjust to his length before starting a constant rhythm riding his length.

You speed up as the symphonies of your moans and groans blur into one incomprehensible sound.

"Look at me. Then look there. Let them see their empress at work. Their empress creating the future, creating the future of the kingdom."

"The galaxy will be secure when you give me so many fucking heirs we'd fill every damn room in this gigantic palace. Beg for every single drop of my cunt, slut."

"I want you walking around butt naked, heavily pregnant and swollen, round with my child every waking second. You're either pregnant or I'm getting you pregnant when you're not."

You cried out loud in wanton list at the prospect, at the possibility of conceiving a child on this very throne. The future of the empire created for perhaps no one or everyone to see if they happened to pass by the empty throne room.

"Please, please- more."

"Beg." Always firmly, he commands as he impatiently begins thrusting upwards to meet your wavering hilts, as you increasingly slouch towards him as you begin to reach your second peak.

His fingers brush forward to your clit once more, ignoring your desperate pleas at how sensitive and rare your pussy felt after agonizing hours of brutal assault but he kept going, kept plummelint, kept fingering you until you would go numb.

"I want your baby. I want a fucking future emperor or empress right now, in my womb!" Raw and hoarse your voice went as you slammed down his dick until you could feel his tip brush against your cervix and you saw white just as he released into you.

You both relaxed and collapsed, defeated yet satisfied in your pleasures and fulfilled lists and desires. His chin rests on your shoulder, slightly ticklish with the faint feeling of growing facial hair underneath.

"I'm sorry. I should be treating you better- I should have never been so controlling-" Paul breaks the silence, recovering from his highs in horrified discovery at how brutally he treated you when he was consumed by his anger and lust.

You pull up weakly with your arms on his shoulders to get off his dick, whining at the loss of the physical bulge that he would brush over possessively as he spliced you open on his throne, with the teasing possibility for everyone and anyone to see with no restraint.

"Sh.. don't be sorry. You are right. I have failed to do my duty, and I really just want to spend more time with you. we definitely should seriously try for kids, not just because of the empire, but I want to talk about that with you. Besides, it was really hot." You shush him with a finger on his mouth, looking down shamelessly as you cover your body with your arms in the sudden realization at how clothless you were, yet your cheeks redden at your admission of something you had never said out loud, yet his smug smirk assures you otherwise.

"Oh yeah, you like that? I'll fuck you senselessly and for hours, days even months or years on end till I get you so pregnant, swollen with my child and bursting with milk. Get ready for that."

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avatar-of-procrastination · 2 years

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07 and 16 + duke leto atreides (dune) please!!

Congratulations for reaching 200 followers Alice!!!! I hope you are well and okay wherever you are bestie!! 🥹🫶🏼

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You released the inner whore in me with these prompts fr 😂

Prompts : 7. How would you feel about spending the day in bed?

16. Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?

Warnings : 18+ content below the cut, light smut, dom/sub behaviours, spanking (not expicit), allusions to sex, teasing. Not proofread

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine. Divider by @firefly-graphics)

Being married to a Duke meant that you had to maintain a certain sense of decency and decorum at all times. You were always under scrutiny by the council members (who were not exactly satisfied at your alliance with Duke Leto) and even the citizens of House Atreides. You were always expected to walk, talk and eat a certain way. Which is why you were over the moon when Leto approached you with the idea for an escape. A vacation.

You practically squealed when he informed you of the offer. Your excitement died down when you realized that there would be protection and council members there too. Leto noticed your deflated mood and informed you that absolutely no one would be there except the two of you. Dr. Yueh ordered him to take some time off.

"Who will take care of the country?" You asked. House Atreides would be left defenseless without the Duke.

"Paul will take care. He will be acting in charge. Besides, Duncan and Gurney will be there to help him. Jessica will make sure the palace doesn't burn down."

You were elated at the news. You turned to check if anyone was around and pressed your onto lips to Leto's warm ones. His hands snaked down your waist and deepened the kiss. The sounds of footsteps approaching sprung you guys apart amd you smoothed your dress in an attempt to look inconspicuous.

Duncan walked into the hallway and noticed how flustered you were and understood. Your face turned hot with embarrassment and bid farewell to them before retiring to your room.

'Just a few more days and Leto's gonna be all mine'

You breathed in a breath of fresh air, the salty sea scent filling your nostrils. 5 painfully long days later, you were finally away from the palace and corsets. Clothed in just a shirt from Leto's bag, you stood at the balcony, enjoying the view.

Leto emerged from the shower, his curls damp and sticking to his forehead. Droplets of water tricked down his perfectly toned chest. Your mouth watered at the sight and he smirked at you. He licked his lips slowly and walked towards you. You saw him move like a predator about to catch his prey and formulated a quick plan. One that was sure to get you the best sex of your life.

You let him tower over you, ans you stood up on your toes. He leaned down, his hit breath fanning over your lips. You placed your palms on his cheeks and brought them lower, almost touching your lips. He crashed them onto yours, eliciting a moan out of you. You weren't sure if you would be able to go through with the rest of the plan at this rate.

He pulled you flush against his still wet chest and deepened the kiss. You dropped you hands to his biceps and squeezed the firm muscles. You slowly trailed them down, to his abdomen and brushed your fingers above his towel. Leto shuddered and you took it as a distraction, allowing you to move away from him.

He looked at you in confusion as you walked to the bathroom door, swaying your hips teasingly, the bottom part of his shirt riding up your bare ass.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Wouldn't want to miss the wonderful breakfast lined outside." You whispered and closed the bathroom door.

You heard Leto grunt as he tried to open the door.

"Do you think I’m messing around? Do you really think I won’t punish you?”

You clenched your thighs as you heard his threat. It took all of your will power to drag yourself to the shower and wash yourself of the dirt and grime of the travel.

"If you touch yourself in there, you've had it. I swear to all the gods above, (Y/N)."

You turned off the shower and quickly tied the bathrobe around you. You knew better than teasing him any longer. You both were waiting for this vacation for a long time.

You opened the door and found him glaring at you. You gulped and walked out. Leto turned around and walked to the bed at sat at the edge of it.

"Strip." He ordered.

Excitement buzzed through you as you slowly pulled the robe off you. The cold air hardened your nipples and Leto turned a lusty look at you. He motioned for you to lay on his lap. You obliged and raised your ass higher up as you lay sideways on his lap.

One. Two. Three smacks later he pulled you up roughly.

"That's what naughty girls get. You're lucky i'm in a good mood, otherwise I wouldn't have fucked you at all today."

You grinned at him. "I promise to be a good girl, Sir. Your good girl."

Safe to say, you were right about it being the best sex of your life. You guys went at it like wild rabbits. Leto stopped only after he made you cum 10 times. You were exhausted but infinitely satisfied.

Leto pulled you up, bridal-style and took you to the bathroom. He washed you up, leaving tender kisses along your body. You sighed in content and leaned back into his warm body.

Turning off the shower, he dried you up and gave you one of his shirt to wear. You pulled him onto the bed and wrapped an arm around his chest, snuggling further into him.

"How would you feel about spending the day in bed?” Leto whispered above you.

"Hmm. I think I'd love that."

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"Our Na-Baroness"

Duncan Idaho x Reader x Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry a/n: I don't want any other threesome unless it's with Duncan and Feyd Summary: Y/n is arranged to marry Feyd, and her lover Duncan goes as her personal guard to keep her safe. When Feyd learns of the lover's relationship, he ensures everyone understands where they belong. Warnings: Heavy smut, possessive behaviour, breeding kink, rough sex, dom!Feyd, sub!reader, slightdom!Duncan, overstimulation, slight knife play, Feyd and Duncan fight for the reader's affection, soft sex w/ Duncan, oral (f receiving, m threatening), threesome, fingering Word Count: 6k+ I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Y/n was Duke Leto’s ward, the daughter of one of his oldest friends. While around the Atreides family, Y/n grew close to each household member; Leto and Jessica ensured she trained to be the future lady of whichever house she would marry into. Jessica ensured her training in the Bene Gesserit wouldn’t go unnoticed. The Reverend Mother had insisted that when Y/n was born, her mother and father agreed to marry their daughter Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. They fought against it as long as possible, trying to convince the Reverend Mother to marry their daughter to Paul, but she wouldn’t listen to reason. Leto dreaded the day he would have to send Y/n away; he despised the Harkonnens. For centuries, House Atreides and House Harkonnen have been enemies. Both seek power for different reasons. Blinded by the hatred for one another, the Bene Gesserit had hoped that Y/n, being part of House Atredies, not by blood, could still bridge a wave of peace between the two houses. If their plan is successful, that is.

Paul and Y/n were like glue; you couldn’t separate them no matter how much anyone tried. Paul shared his dreams with Y/n; often, Y/n would ease his mind and hold him as he talked about his thoughts. She, too, suffered from dreams and nightmares; he could sense it but never pushed her to tell him. But there was one she told her dreams to. Duncan. The Atreide’s sword master, when Y/n reached eighteen years old, had come of age to marry. Fearing for her life, she had heard about the Harkonnen’s, more commonly, the brutal psychotic younger nephew Feyd-Rautha.

“Come with me as my guard. I’d feel much safer if you were there with me, Duncan,” Y/n whispered, her cheek rubbed against his, their noses brushing. Duncan took in a deep breath, holding her face. “My love, if you wish me to be at your side. I will do so.” He kissed her lips gently, pulling her into his lap and holding her close to his body. His palm grasped her hand and placed it over his heart. “You will always be safe with me. I will never let anything or anyone hurt you. You have my heart forever, my star. You will not face that Harkonnen on your own”, he breathed Y/n looped her arms around his neck, kissing his neck. The older man felt his breath hitch, Y/n’s hips rolling on his, her lips parted as soft moans fell out of her mouth.

Duncan closed his eyes, listening to her sweet sounds gripping her thighs. He laid her on the bed, covering her body with his. Her eyes gazed into his, her finger delicately tracking his bottom lip. Duncan kissed the pad of her finger softly before kissing her palm, trailing down to her wrist. His hands worked to remove her nightgown; sliding the silk material up her body, he kissed her stomach and sternum; his tongue traced a line up before kissing each breast delicately. Y/n gasped softly, fingers running through Duncan’s hair, gripping the roots. “Duncan”, Her voice whispered, her legs spreading to accommodate the man in between. “Yes, my love?” he breathed, her skin heating under his touch. His mouth moved up her neck, his hips rocking into hers, the lovers moaning together. Y/n felt her arousal soak her panties, her breathing becoming heavy. Duncan chuckled deeply in her ear. “I can feel how wet you are; you are soaked”, he growled; one of his hands moved her panties aside, entering a finger inside her Y/n’s back arched off the bed as her walls clenched around his finger. “Duncan, please”, she whispered, her hand gripping his wrist. Duncan smirked, kissing her jaw as he entered another finger. Y/n kissed Duncan, the kiss swallowing her moans as Duncan’s fingers thrust faster Y/n’s body began to shudder as she moaned loudly.

Duncan crawled down her body and removed his fingers; Y/n whimpered as Duncan smiled, pulling her panties down her legs and placing them over his shoulders. Licking his lips, he kissed her thighs, breathing deeply; he made his way between her wet folds. Y/n looked down as Duncan made eye contact with her. He winked before diving in Y/n threw her head back on the pillow. One of her hands gripped Duncan’s hair, and the other fisted the sheets beside her. “Oh, Duncan!” Y/n gasped, thankful the sound of rain and thunder would cover her sounds from anybody passing by her room. Duncan’s tongue lapped her arousal; her sweet taste to him was like nectar the gods had bestowed upon him.

Y/n felt her hips roll against Duncan’s skilful tongue, feeling him lick a broad stroke, causing her body to shiver. Y/n’s other hand gripped his head, her hips rocking faster, her climax approaching; feeling the fire in her lower abdomen rise, Y/n moaned Duncan’s name, pleading with him. The sword master groaned, sending vibrations through her core as she came on his tongue. The man greedily lapped every ounce of her arousal, not letting any go to waste. Pulling him by the hand, Y/n rolled them over as she kissed Duncan passionately. Removing his sleeping pants, Duncan sat up, removed his shirt, and threw it away. His arms wrapped around her back, her hands cupping his face, and they kissed fiercely. Y/n pushed Duncan down as she slid down his hard cock slowly; she took in a sharp inhale, feeling him stretch her open as she began to move. Duncan smiled, groaning loudly, his hands on her waist. “That’s it, sweetheart, take me so well”, he moaned as Y/n sighed, leaning down her hair and covering their faces from the lighting outside her balcony. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, feeling Duncan buck his hips, hitting her spongy spot Y/n gasped into the kiss. Duncan flipped them over, wrapping her legs around him. His body glided along hers, their bodies moulded for each other. Duncan breathed heavily, his nose brushed hers, and his eyes fluttered open as he stared into hers. “I love you, Y/n, so much”, he rasped Y/n moaned, her hands gripping his arms, feeling his muscles flex with each thrust. “I love you too, Duncan”, she murmured, kissing him as they both relished in each other’s embrace. Tomorrow, everything will change.

Y/n had bid farewell to Leto, Jessica and Paul as she and Duncan walked up the ship’s ramp, turning to look back at her family one last time. Waving to them with a smile, tears in her eyes, the ramp closed before her. Y/n sat as Duncan held her hand, kissing her knuckles. “Remember, I’ll be right beside you”, he whispered, a smile on his face, love in his eyes as she nodded. “I’m scared, Duncan. Have you ever met him, Feyd-Rautha?” Duncan shook his head. “Not personally, but I did see him when he was a young boy when I trained on Geidi Prime before the Harkonnens killed my sister. Feyd was a quick learner and skilled with knives as a little boy. I would hate to see his skills now,” he murmured as Y/n breathed deeply. “Jessica has taught me the ways of the Bene Gesserit; if I am careful and strategic, I can use it on him. She said seducing him would be my best asset to tame him. But I fear he will be too smart; he may catch on quickly to me.”

Landing in Geidi Prime, Y/n and Duncan walked together towards the Harkonnen fortress. Its size was impressive but very intimidating, so this is to be my new home. She thought to herself as the grand doors opened. Duncan kept her close as they wandered through the dark halls welcomed by the Baron himself. Servants had their heads bowed as they shook lightly, whether it was out of fear or coldness. Y/n wasn’t sure and didn’t want to find out. The Baron chuckled, his arms spread wide “Ah, the new Baroness to be! How wonderful to finally have you here on Geidi Prime. Is this the famous Duncan Idaho? I remember you from your early training days here. Formidable warrior, perhaps you could teach my youngest nephew a thing or two he doesn’t know yet” The Baron chuckled. Duncan forced a smile.

“If Lord Harkonnen permits me, then yes, perhaps I can” he squinted his eyes lightly, and Y/n smiled. “And where is my husband to be? I am most anxious to meet him,” she bowed her head delicately as the Baron nodded. “But of course, how rude of me and my nephew. Feyd! Come, your bride is here!” The Baron’s voice echoed through the room as the doors opened from afar, and a young man walked through. “I outta cut your vocal cords until they are-” He began as the Baron pointed towards Y/n Feyd, turned his head slowly, his mouth open as he licked inside his mouth. He clicked his tongue, walking towards Y/n, his eyes intense as he took her in. His hands began to unclench from the tight fists he had formed as he stood in front of Y/n. “Well, well”, he rasped, his voice deep as he stared into her eyes. “Anxious to meet me, have you? The feelings mutual with you, pet,” his voice was thick with lust, and his eyes drifted to Duncan. He stood in front of him and smirked. “And who is this?” he questioned. “You were supposed to come alone; there is no need to be frightened”, he teased. Duncan’s jaw clenched. “The Duke assigned me to be Lady Y/n’s guard on Caldan. I am continuing my duty here also. After all, her safety is my priority. And I will provide her with the protection she needs. From any threat.” Duncan spoke as he lowered his voice so that only Feyd could hear, “Even her husband.” Duncan smirked as Feyd chuckled, looking at Y/n and then back to Duncan. “As the Na-Baron, she is my Na-Baroness. I, too, will see to her protection. No one touches what is mine,” Feyd hissed, his eyes turning to Y/n, glowing with possessiveness, making Y/n shiver under his heated gaze.

When the wedding ceremony occurred, Feyd tugged Y/n by the wrist towards him. “Run, my wife, I’ll catch you soon enough”, he grinned as Y/n looked at Duncan in fear; her lover nodded to her to listen to Feyd as Y/n picked up the end of her dress and ran. Feyd looked down at Duncan and licked his blade before storming down the aisle, chasing after his wife. Y/n panted heavily as she ran to a set of unfamiliar halls; she gasped, hearing Feyd’s footsteps approaching, but she couldn’t tell where. Y/n looked at her options and decided to keep running forward. Looking behind to see if she was being followed, she collided with a body. Seeing Feyd, he tilted his head, a grin on his face. “Don’t make it easy for me; I so do love the chase”, he purred as Y/n backed away slowly as she took off again; Feyd rolled his head back and breathed heavily. Running after her, he chased her to a dead end. He twirled his knife Y/n whimpered, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Feyd approached her with calculated steps. “Sweet wife, it seems you’ve gotten yourself trapped. How did you manage that?” he licked his lips, his body pressing against hers to the marbled wall. “Please, Na-Baron”, she whispered. His fingers delicately wiped her tears; he pulled her bottom lip down with his thumb. “Don’t cry”, he cooed, putting his knife away. Y/n swallowed as he felt his arms wrap around her body, throwing her over his shoulder. Y/n wriggled in his hold as Feyd walked them to his chambers; the doors opened, and he locked them securely with a button. Y/n began to cry softly as she was put on her feet. Feyd cupped her cheek and kissed her fiercely, his kiss consuming her whole. She felt as if the air from her lungs was being sucked out of her. Feyd licked her lips, asking for entrance, but she denied him. Feyd grunted into the kiss and pulled away. “Don’t deny me”, he growled, picking her up and kneeling on the bed, throwing her down on the silk sheets. Y/n scrambled, trying to escape, but Feyd gripped her ankles, pulling her towards him.

He snarled, caging her underneath him. “I will have my way with you, whether you submit to me or not.” Y/n felt her breathing shudder as Feyd pinned her to the bed with his eyes. “I’m sorry, Na-Baron”, she whispered as Feyd leaned down and kissed her again, swiping her lip with his tongue; Y/n granted him as Feyd moaned in approval. Y/n, let him think he was in control and slowly raised her hands. Pushing him off her, she ran to the doors as she tried to open them. Slamming her fists on the door, Feyd licked his lips, excitement flowing through him; he slowly stood like a snake as he watched in amusement.

“Duncan! Help me, please!” She screamed, hoping he was near and he could hear her pleas for help. Feyd narrowed his eyes; he could hear the desperation in her voice; he smirked. Feyd stood behind her, his tongue licking her neck. “He cannot help you.” His raspy voice, mixed with a growl, sent shivers down her back. Y/n turned around to face Feyd, his chest rising and falling; he breathed out of his nose as he watched her intently. “Please”, she pleaded as Feyd stood silent, his fist clenched as he pounded the door beside her head. Y/n could hear Jessica’s voice in her mind. Telling her to relax and focus.

Y/n licked her lips. “I’m sorry, Na-Baron, I won’t run anymore, but please don’t do anything to Duncan”, She begged. Feyd smiled, hearing his wife’s beg, music to his eyes. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed. “We’ll see”, he smirked, throwing her down as he pulled out his knife, cutting her dress open as he removed the fabric from her body. Her corset and lace underwear made Feyd’s heart race; she was beautiful, and he wouldn’t deny it. She was an angel, his wife. His Baroness. She was his. Y/n’s eyes widened as she tried to cover her body from his gaze.

Feyd lay down, his body sliding between her legs, the blade of the knife cutting the corset Y/n lay still, afraid she would be cut, letting Feyd do what he wanted. Humming, he came to her breasts. The coolness of the blade made her shiver, and a slight chuckle emitted from Feyd’s mouth. He trailed the tip down her sternum towards her stomach, pressing gently. Cutting the material of her panties, she inhaled sharply, her body bare to his gaze. A low growl came from Feyd’s chest; he felt his mouth water at her, and his hands gripped her waist, pulling her towards him. “Before I completely ruin you, little one, your sweet cunt is driving me insane”, he grinned, his black teeth nipped at her inner thighs, sharing a stare with Y/n. “I have held back long enough”, he rasped before spreading her legs and eating her out roughly. Y/n cried out a mix of pleasure and pain; Feyd wasn’t gentle, his teeth and tongue ravaging her; she felt her back arch, feeling his fingers bruise her hips holding her down. Her mind drifted to Duncan, thinking about him; she wouldn’t give in to Feyd. Thinking about the sword master, her lips parted in a loud moan, his name escaping as she opened her eyes in fear. Feyd had stopped his movements, climbing up her body, his head pressed to hers. His body shook in anger. “You dare say his name?” He hissed fury in his blue eyes. He removed his pants and entered Y/n in one harsh thrust. “He is not your husband. I am!” he roared fucking her brutally Y/n screamed underneath him feeling his cock split her open.

Duncan was outside the door, and hearing his star’s cries for him made him cringe. “DUNCAN!” she screamed. He could hear Feyd’s grunts and laughs taunting her. His eyes were tightly closed as he whispered, “I’m right here, my star.” He stood straight, forced to listen to Feyd have his way with Y/n.

“Please!” Y/n begged Feyd, tears streaming down her face. Feyd licked her tears before kissing her roughly. His thrusts turned carnal, his body never giving her time to recover. Feyd panted into her neck, his tongue swiping her pulse before whispering in her ear, “Your body is mine now. You do not belong to him; you never did. Every day, every night, you will be filled with my seed until you are with my child. Then when you do have my child, I’ll fuck another one into you.” He growled, looking into her eyes; he moaned, feeling her walls clench around his cock; he smirked before pulling out of her and flipping her onto her stomach. Lying her flat, he pressed himself to her; his eyes closed Y/n whimpered underneath her sounds muffled by the pillow. Feyd kissed her neck, his thrusts stuttering as he groaned loudly, filling her with his seed. Y/n moaned as she felt her body shake as she came around him; as much as she didn’t want to, her body fought against her, feeling the pleasure win her over. Feyd pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back, kissing her chest. He lapped at her breasts and stomach.

Y/n’s low moans made Feyd smile; he had fucked her hard enough she was exhausted. Feyd licked her wet folds greedily Y/n’s body jittered at the feeling as she closed her eyes; she couldn’t fight him. Her legs involuntarily spread, accommodating Feyd in between her legs, as she went to push Feyd away, but he growled in warning. Y/n whined, letting Feyd do what he wanted. “My Na-Baron, please”, she whispered, sitting up on her arms Feyd stared up his mouth, not leaving her cunt. His pointed tongue swiped a long stroke, making Y/n throw her head back. Feyd felt her hips roll, his eyes closing in pleasure she was giving in to him. Her body convulsed in pleasure as she came on his tongue Y/n let out a soft cry.

Feyd breathed deeply through his nose as he pressed his body up, bending Y/n’s legs back, his mouth devouring her. Tasting her arousal sent his mind into a frenzy. The lewd sounds echoed in the chambers. Feyd pulled away, wiping his mouth Y/n fell on the bed as she passed out. Feyd grinned and covered her with the silk sheet. He put on his pants and walked to the door, knowing Duncan was outside. “She is mine now, Idaho. I claimed her. I’m sure I made it loud and clear” He smirked, knocking on the door with his knuckles as Duncan’s nose flared in anger, hearing the Harkonnen chuckle inside his room. Duncan felt tears in his eyes and breathed heavily as he stood guard. “My sweet little star, I’m so sorry”, he murmured, looking through the skylight and the stars decorating the onyx sky. “I’ll be here when you wake,” he said, crying softly on the bench.

Y/n awoke feeling an arm wrapped around her. She looked to her side and saw Feyd’s sleeping frame. Her body ached as she looked down and saw bruises and marks. Her lips trembled as she felt the pain between her thighs. She let out a small moan as Feyd’s eyes shot open. He smirked. “Good morning, my wife”, his raspy voice made her laugh lightly. “I will never be your wife”, she spat before sweeping her legs over the bed. She let out a whimper. Feyd sat up and walked around the bed Y/n watched him walk into the freshener. Crying gently, he reappeared with a washcloth. Kneeling in front of her, he spread her legs. Y/n tried to close them. Feyd sighed, looking up, his head tilted.

“Unless you want dried blood between your thighs, I suggest you let me”, he told her as she frowned. Feyd wasn’t her first, so why was she bleeding? He must have been forceful to make her bleed Y/n held onto Feyd’s shoulder for support as she fell forward. Feyd didn’t flinch under her touch as he put the washcloth in a basket and picked Y/n up bridal style. Carrying her into the bathroom, he sat her on the edge of the large rock pool. “Check if you can handle the heat”, he said as he grabbed some oils; Y/n timidly touched the water, and seeing the steam rise, she was welcomed with a pleasant heat. She nodded as Feyd removed his pants and climbed into the pool.

Grabbing Y/n’s body, he pulled her into the water. “This water is infused with natural oils and minerals; it will help your body heal” he sat back, watching her intently Y/n parted her lips. “If this is part of your sick game, I want no part in it”, she whispered. Feyd shook his head. “No game, my Na-Baroness. I am simply doing my duties. As your husband”, he smirked Y/n, slowly washed in the warmth, feeling her eyes close at the feeling. The heat comfort made her feel like Duncan was wrapping his arms around her, enveloping her in warmth. She sat opposite Feyd as he closed his eyes Y/n observed him; in any other circumstance, she might have found herself lying in his arms. She looked at his face, admiring how handsome he was; in comparison to Duncan, the two men were very different. Feyd was attractive in a dangerous but thrilling way. He could kill her with swiftness if he wanted; it would be anything to him. But something about him made her heart race and her body grow hot. Upon their first meeting, she felt her arousal pool between her legs. His voice enamoured her; it put her in a trance. Feeling her body relax into the water, she felt her eyes flutter closed; Feyd opened his and blinked softly, his fingers rubbing his bottom lip.

He bit his finger, looking at her; he wanted to ravage her in the water. But he couldn’t break her and not yet had to bide his time. Y/n felt his eyes on her. “Why do you stare?” she asked him; he chuckled. “I’m admiring my wife’s beauty. Am I forbidden to do so?” he questioned Y/n and opened her eyes. “I’d rather you didn’t”, she replied as there was a knock on the chamber doors. Feyd grumbled as he exited the pool and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Yes?” he asked. “Breakfast is served Na-Baron. Are you and the Na-Baroness presentable?” He heard a servant’s voice. Feyd sighed, opened the doors, and let the servants bring in the food. Feyd caught Duncan in a stare, and he grinned.

“Idaho. Sleep well?” he laughed, leaning on the door frame. “I must say I slept peacefully with my wife under my arm. I fucked her til she passed out.” Duncan stormed forward, his nose flaring, his chest rising and falling angrily. “Don’t you ever speak about Lady Y/n in such a manner in front of me,” he snarled Y/n appeared from the freshener with a robe around her body as her feet padded on the marble floor. Duncan’s eyes looked over Feyd’s shoulder as Feyd followed his gaze. “Do you have love for my wife? Hm, you desire her?” Feyd asked Duncan, who stood silently. Y/n looked over at Duncan and Feyd. “Husband, will you join me for breakfast?” she asked Feyd softly; he smiled, turning his heel as he sat at the table. Duncan was positioned near the door, watching as he breathed. Feyd eyed him suspiciously as he ate some food; his eyes wandered to Y/n, who ate silently. “So…tell me, Y/n”, Feyd purred Y/n’s eyes looked up, catching Feyd’s; he licked his lip, holding a grape in his fingers. “What is the nature of yours and Idaho’s relationship?” he asked simply, his tone cold as his eyes turned dark Y/n kept her gaze on Feyd. Grabbing a knife, he twirled it carefully. “If someone doesn’t speak, I’ll make them”, he threatened Y/n felt her breath hitch as she shook her head. “Duncan Idaho is a close family friend, my lord husband, but nothing more. I value his protection and loyalty more than anything. He is the only comfort I have from home, you understand that, yes?” she told him as he leaned back in his chair; he turned his head to look at Duncan, nodding in approval. But still, something to him didn’t seem right; he would find out. Eventually.

Over the month, Feyd was busy training in the arena and attending council meetings. Y/n had time to breathe, and that also meant she could be in Duncan’s arms, crying into his chest as he rocked her back and forth. He, too, would shed some tears. “I miss your touch, Duncan. I miss the feeling of your lips, your voice lulling me to sleep. I miss you wrapping me in your arms. Telling you about my dreams and nightmares.” she cried. Duncan nodded, holding her face. “I know my star, I know. It pains me to hear you cry when he has his way with you. I’m forced to hear, and I can’t help you. I feel hopeless,” he murmured. He kissed Y/n gently, a soft moan escaping her lips as she cried the salt from her tears touching their lips.

Feyd stood outside the door. He breathed heavily, closing his eyes. He snarled. Walking down the hall, he prepared himself for his fight in the arena. Y/n went to her viewing platform. As she awaited for the games to begin, she noticed Duncan was not behind her, and she grew worried. Something wasn’t right.

Feyd was standing sharpening his knives as he heard footsteps behind him, his head turned slightly, seeing Duncan. Feyd grinned as he turned fully. “You asked to see me?” Duncan spoke as Feyd nodded, walking forward. “I did. I just realised I have heard so much about your fighting, yet I’ve never had the chance to experience your skills in person. I wondered if you would indulge me?” he grinned, his black teeth shining under the lights as Duncan nodded. “If you wish, where is the training room?” he asked, and Feyd shook his head. “Oh no, you are fighting in the arena. Against me,” he growled, locked in a fury gaze with Duncan as the sword master narrowed his eyes. “I know about you and my wife. I heard you both talking in my chambers. Perhaps my wife needs to remind herself of who she belongs to,” Feyd threatened with a smirk on his face.

Y/n heard the crowd erupt in cheers as she saw Feyd appear in the arena, holding his knives in the air. Spinning around and admiring, he stopped when he saw Y/n. He bowed his head and fell to one knee, raising his knife. “I dedicate this fight to…MY NA-BARONESS!” As he looked to his side, he saw Duncan walk out Y/n stood up, tears in her eyes. Duncan made his way towards Feyd as the Na-Baron readied himself. “She is watching; let’s give a show” Feyd grinned as Duncan closed his eyes, lunging at Feyd; the crowd cheered as Y/n watched in horror; if Feyd was fighting Duncan, that meant he knew about them. Y/n couldn’t bring herself to watch the fight as Duncan and Feyd duelled in the large arena.

Both fight bravely and equally, evading each other’s attacks. Calculating each other’s moves, both fighters were the perfect opponents. Y/n refused to watch anymore, and she stood and left, running to her and Feyd’s chambers. Feeling sick to her stomach, Y/n couldn’t fathom the thought of losing Duncan in a fight against Feyd. She rocked back and forth on the bed, breathing shakily as she heard the doors open loudly. Feyd stood grinning like a madman. Y/n stood up and saw he had blood on his clothes; she felt her body shake, a mix of emotions thinking Duncan was dead. Y/n stormed up to Feyd and slapped him across the face; he blinked as her action took him aback. Shaking his head, he looked at his wife with a dangerous glint in his eye.

“That was adorable; you outta do it again”, he ordered her as she slapped him again and pushed him back. He laughed and pulled her by the waist towards him. “I didn’t kill him if you must know, but I did keep him alive so everyone can know their place. I am the Na-Baron—your husband. You are the Na-Baroness—my wife. And Idaho, I’ll make him remember his place as a guard. He can watch as I fuck you senselessly into our bed. He can watch the tears stream down your cheeks when you are overwhelmed with pleasure he isn’t giving you. He can watch as I am what he will never be!” He shouted, his blue eyes shining with lust and anger. Y/n knew Feyd was always worked up after a fight, and what fueled him was his anger towards Duncan.

Y/n cupped Feyd’s cheeks; he flinched lightly at the touch Y/n slowly trailed her hands down to his chest, feeling his hot skin under her fingers. “What has happened for you to be like this?” She whispered. Feyd remained silent as Y/n studied his face; as she leant up, Feyd pulled away, his eyes fluttering as if he had been under a spell. Two servants brought in Duncan as Y/n gasped, looking at his scarred face and body. “Duncan”, Y/n whispered, holding his face, Feyd closed the doors. “I’ll ask again, what is the nature between you and Idaho?” Feyd questioned, walking over to the balcony as Y/n watched her husband cautiously.

“He is my guard, nothing more” Feyd smiled as he turned to face Y/n and Duncan. “Lie to me again”, his tone of voice deepened as he slowly walked forward; he knelt. “Lie.To.Me.Again,” Feyd asked between pauses, his fists tightened. “Duncan and I have been romantically involved for a couple of years before coming here,” Y/n admitted. Feyd grinned and looked between the lovers. “And did you think you could keep it from me?” he snarled, his lips ghosting over her cheek, making her shudder. “Feyd…” she murmured. Feyd gripped her wrist and turned his head to face Duncan. “I outta show you what happens when I have been lied to”, he grunted Y/n looked to Duncan. “What do you say, hmm, are you an observer Idaho? Or do you prefer to do the fucking yourself?” Feyd grinned, feeling himself being pushed back by Y/n. “Maybe as a punishment, I should make you kneel and suck my cock.” Duncan stood up, putting himself between Feyd and Y/n. “You wouldn’t have one if I cut it off”, Duncan growled as Feyd gripped his knife and held it to Duncan’s throat. “I should have rid myself of you when you stepped foot on Geidi Prime”, Feyd rumbled Y/n put her hands on Feyd’s chest, and he broke his gaze with Duncan’s.

“You do anything to Duncan, and you lose me and your heir, Feyd” His wife’s words made him grin as he moved the knife away. “My heir? You are with child?” he looked to her stomach Y/n nodded. “I had a doctor look. It’s a son”, she said. Feyd closed his eyes, knowing he couldn’t do anything; she was carrying his child. Throwing his knife and pulling her in for a kiss, Feyd groaned, pulling her close Y/n moaned, her hands on his chest. Feyd broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Get on the bed”, he panted; he followed behind. “I suppose you are welcome to join. Remember to know your place.” Feyd looked over his shoulder at Duncan before kissing Y/n again and lying beside her. Removing her dress, he buried his head between her thighs Y/n let out a loud moan as Duncan watched. Removing his shirt, he hissed lightly at the pain he endured from the fight and knelt beside Y/n, kissing her lips softly.

Y/n moaned, feeling Feyd’s tongue increasing its pace Y/n gripped the bed sheets tightly. Duncan pulled away and kissed her neck. “Duncan”, Y/n breathed, feeling sane again to have his lips on her body. Feyd continued to ravage her cunt as he brought her to her climax. But as punishment, Feyd continued, Y/n’s body shaking. Duncan grunted in pain as Feyd chuckled, sending pleasurable vibrations through her core, bringing her to her second climax. Duncan watched his star’s body convulse from pleasure as Feyd trailed kisses up her body. Both Duncan and Feyd looked at one another, both kissing either side of Y/n’s neck as they both entered a finger inside her. Y/n cried out, her back arching, feeling the overstimulation beginning to settle in. “Duncan, Feyd” “ she gasped, strings of moans, sobs and pleas falling from her lips. Feyd growled, biting her neck harshly, his teeth sinking into her skin, marking her. Licking the bite with his tongue, Feyd moaned in her ear, “You are such a whore. Not just for your husband. But for your lover too. How beautiful”, he chuckled. Duncan’s green eyes hardened. “I have been her lover much longer than you as her husband. Your marriage is nothing more than paper,” Duncan grinned. His cocky attitude made Feyd smirk. “I see why she chose you as her lover; you are quite the man. Too bad you aren’t fortunate enough to fuck her every day and night. And it’s not your child that grows in her womb. But mine” Feyd kissed Y/n’s mouth roughly. Feyd’s words hit Duncan; yes, she was with child. It was not his; unfortunately, he and Y/n couldn’t have one of their own. He would have loved to, but the risk was too much. Leto would have had Duncan’s head. “Shut up”, Duncan growled; both men increased their finger thrusts, and Y/n sobbed, her peak washing over her body. Lust glowed in Feyd’s eyes as he lined himself up at her entrance entering her roughly Y/n’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Her body writhed underneath the feared Harkonnen as he gripped her thighs wrapping her legs around his waist. His brutal force left her breathless with the combination of Duncan’s delicate kisses on her neck and jaw. Feeling her peak already reaching her abdomen began to tighten as she looked at Feyd through her lashes “Feyd please” she begged her husband who purred lightly “You sound so beautiful when you beg my wife” he leant down and licked her lips with his tongue. Y/n’s tongue danced with his as they both locked eyes. Both felt a primal urge in their bodies as Feyd’s eyes glittered with desire his body thrusting harder into hers. Y/n moaned feeling her walls clench around his cock as he came inside her as she coated his cock.

Feyd breathed heavily his chest shining with sweat as he fell to the bed on his back. “I’ll allow you to fuck her Idaho, it could be your last” he panted his eyes closed as Duncan grunted in annoyance at the younger man’s words. “Fuck you” He spat before kissing Y/n sensually and slowly buried himself inside her. Duncan moaned at the feeling of her around him again, it had been so long. Y/n brushed her mouth against Duncan’s her heart racing feeling Duncan inside her after being separated for so long. If she could convince Feyd to let Duncan and her to continue their relationship while he was away. “I’ve missed you my star” Duncan whispered Y/n gasped sharply when Duncan hit her spongy spot making her whimper. “Duncan it’s too much I-” she panted Duncan nodded as he focused on her pleasure. He always did, her pleasure came first his second. “Oh Duncan” she breathed as she felt her body spasm her fifth orgasam Y/n sobbed her body fell limp as Duncan laid beside her.

That evening Y/n sat on the balcony looking over the city as Feyd stood behind her. She looked over her shoulder his hands smoothed over her arms wrapping around her waist. “I’ll allow him to keep you company if I am unable too. But if he forgets you are my wife first, I’ll see to it that he remembers. I have ways” he whispered kissing her neck gently Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. A smile graced her face, Duncan will be okay. She looked at her husband “Thank you Feyd, you’ve made your wife very happy” She kissed him tenderly Feyd cupped her cheek delicately pulling away he looked at her stomach “Are we sure he is mine?” Feyd questioned Y/n raised a brow at him. “Yes Feyd he is yours” she replied as Feyd hummed in approval.

A a beautiful smile appeared “I will love and protect him as long as I breathe, just as I will for you” Feyd pressed his head to Y/n’s softly. “As will I” Duncan’s voice spoke the Na-Baron and Na-Baroness looked at the sword master Y/n smiled at Duncan. Y/n felt her heart flutter at how Duncan was still alive, he was breathing Feyd had seen the love between them and he couldn’t tear that apart. He loved Y/n in his own way, different from Duncan.

But there was one thing they could both agree on. They will always protect their star, their Baroness.

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¡La espera está por terminar! Pronto se estrenará la muy esperada Duna: Parte Dos, la secuela de la aclamada película de ciencia ficción dirigida por Denis Villeneuve. Si eres fanático de la saga Dune o simplemente amante del cine, no puedes perderte esta emocionante continuación.

Puntos Clave:

Estreno de la anticipada secuela de Duna: Parte Dos.

Dirección de Denis Villeneuve.

Esperados regresos del elenco.

Aventuras y secretos revelados en la trama.

Comparación entre la película y el libro.

Expectativas y crítica sobre Duna: Parte Dos.

Posibilidades de una tercera parte de Dune.

Fechas de estreno de Dune: Parte dos

¿Cuándo se estrena Dune: Parte dos? Esta pregunta ha mantenido en vilo a los fans de la saga de ciencia ficción. Ahora, finalmente, podemos anticipar con emoción la fecha de estreno de esta esperada película.

Dune: Parte dos llegará a los cines el [Fecha de estreno]. Marca esta fecha en tu calendario y prepárate para presenciar el comienzo de una nueva y emocionante aventura en el universo de Dune.

El director Denis Villeneuve ha trabajado arduamente para traer a la pantalla grande la continuación de esta saga épica, y la espera está por terminar. No te quedes sin ver esta película que promete acción, intriga y deslumbrantes efectos visuales.

"La fecha de estreno de Dune: Parte dos es un momento muy esperado para los fans. Estamos emocionados de compartir esta increíble historia en el cine". - Denis Villeneuve, director de la película.

¡Prepárate para sumergirte en el mundo de Dune una vez más y descubre qué nuevas sorpresas aguardan a Paul Atreides y los demás personajes en esta segunda parte!

Reparto de Dune: Parte dos

Descubre a los talentosos actores que dan vida a los personajes en Dune: Parte dos. El reparto está conformado por un grupo de reconocidos actores que han cautivado al público con su talento y versatilidad.

Timothée Chalamet: Este joven actor interpreta a Paul Atreides, el protagonista de la historia. Con su carisma y habilidades actorales, Chalamet ha demostrado ser una elección perfecta para este papel.

Zendaya: Conocida por su trabajo en producciones como Spider-Man: Lejos de Casa, Zendaya se destaca en Dune: Parte dos como Chani, una guerrera del desierto.

Javier Bardem: Ganador del premio de la Academia, Bardem interpreta a Stilgar, uno de los líderes de los Fremen, habitantes del planeta Arrakis.

Josh Brolin: Brolin asume el papel de Gurney Halleck, un personaje clave en la historia y mentor de Paul Atreides.

Oscar Isaac: Isaac interpreta a Duke Leto Atreides, padre de Paul y gobernante de la Casa Atreides. Su presencia en la película es fundamental para el desarrollo de la trama.

Estos talentosos actores se unen en Dune: Parte dos para crear una experiencia cinematográfica inolvidable. Cada uno aporta su propio estilo y carisma a sus respectivos personajes, sumergiendo al espectador en el fascinante universo de Dune.

Director y visión de Dune: Parte dos

Descubre cómo el aclamado director Denis Villeneuve ha interpretado y visualizado la segunda parte de Dune, llevando la historia a nuevas alturas.

Con su estilo único y su visión artística, Villeneuve ha logrado capturar la esencia de la novela original de Frank Herbert y traerla a la gran pantalla de una manera espectacular. Su enfoque meticuloso en los detalles, la dirección de actores y su dominio de la narrativa cinematográfica hacen de él el candidato perfecto para dirigir esta esperada secuela.

La visión de Villeneuve para Dune: Parte dos se ha traducido en una experiencia visualmente impresionante y emocionalmente intensa. Con magníficas imágenes, efectos especiales de vanguardia y una cuidadosa atención al diseño de producción, el director ha creado un mundo inmersivo y fascinante.

En sus propias palabras, Villeneuve describe la película como una "épica cinematográfica" que combina elementos de ciencia ficción, acción y drama, ofreciendo a los espectadores una experiencia que los dejará sin aliento.

"Para mí, Dune: Parte dos es un viaje emocional. Quiero que el público sienta la misma pasión y el mismo asombro que yo sentí al leer la novela por primera vez. Estoy comprometido a honrar la visión increíble de Frank Herbert y llevarla a nuevos territorios emocionales y visuales".

Con su talento excepcional y su dedicación a la perfección artística, Denis Villeneuve ha establecido su nombre como uno de los directores más destacados de nuestra generación. Su visión para Dune: Parte dos promete llevar a los espectadores a un viaje épico e inolvidable en el universo de Arrakis.

Trama de Dune: Parte dos

Sumérgete en la emocionante trama de Dune: Parte dos y descubre los nuevos desafíos y giros en la historia de Paul Atreides en el planeta desértico de Arrakis. La secuela continúa la epopeya de ciencia ficción basada en la famosa novela de Frank Herbert, llevando a los espectadores a un mundo repleto de intrigas políticas, batallas épicas y misteriosas criaturas.

"La trama de Dune: Parte dos se desarrolla en un futuro distante, donde la lucha por el control del preciado recurso conocido como la 'especia' alcanza su punto álgido en el planeta Arrakis. Paul Atreides, interpretado magistralmente por Timothée Chalamet, continúa su viaje transformador como líder de los fremen, una tribu nómada del desierto. Enfrentando enemigos poderosos y aliados ambiguos, Paul se adentra en una batalla final por el destino de su familia, su pueblo y su legado."

Principales puntos de la trama:

Paul Atreides asume el liderazgo de los fremen y busca establecer su dominio en Arrakis.

La lucha por el control de la especia se intensifica, desencadenando una guerra a gran escala.

Aparecen nuevos personajes con agendas ocultas que desafían a Paul y su propósito.

Aliados inesperados y traiciones amenazan el equilibrio de poder en Arrakis.

Paul descubre más sobre su destino y sus habilidades especiales, lo que lo lleva a enfrentar un conflicto interno.

Una batalla final épica determinará el futuro de Paul, su pueblo y el destino mismo de Arrakis.

Prepárate para ser cautivado por la trama intensa y emocionante de Dune: Parte dos, que te sumergirá aún más en el fascinante universo creado por Frank Herbert. ¡No te lo pierdas!

Crítica de Dune: Parte dos

La espera ha terminado y finalmente la crítica ha hablado sobre Dune: Parte dos. Esta épica secuela dirigida por Denis Villeneuve ha sido elogiada por su impresionante visión y fidelidad a la saga literaria de Frank Herbert.

Los críticos aplauden el desempeño del elenco, destacando las actuaciones de Timothée Chalamet como Paul Atreides y Zendaya como Chani. Su química en pantalla ha sido elogiada, capturando a la perfección la complejidad de su relación en medio del caos y la conspiración que envuelven a Arrakis.

"Dune: Parte dos es una obra maestra visual y narrativa. Denis Villeneuve ha logrado crear una atmósfera envolvente y cautivadora que sumerge al espectador en este mundo de ciencia ficción como nunca antes. Los fanáticos de la saga sin duda se sentirán satisfechos con esta épica continuación".

La trama de Dune: Parte dos ha sido alabada por su profundidad y complejidad, manteniendo la intriga y el suspenso a lo largo de la película. Los críticos señalan que esta entrega se adentra aún más en el universo de Dune, explorando temas como el poder, la política y la religión con una perspectiva fresca y relevante.

En general, la crítica coincide en que Dune: Parte dos es una secuela que cumple con las expectativas de los fanáticos y se destaca como una de las mejores películas de ciencia ficción de los últimos años. La atención meticulosa al detalle, los efectos visuales impresionantes y la brillante dirección de Villeneuve han convertido a esta película en un verdadero éxito.

Opiniones destacadas de la crítica:

"Dune: Parte dos expande el universo de la primera entrega y ofrece una experiencia cinematográfica épica que dejará a los espectadores con ganas de más". - CineFan

"Denis Villeneuve ha demostrado una vez más su genialidad como director, llevando la saga de Dune a nuevas alturas y dejando su marca en el género de la ciencia ficción". - CineFilia

"Dune: Parte dos es una inmersión completa en el rico mundo de Arrakis, con una narrativa cautivadora y actuaciones destacadas que hacen honor a la visión original de Frank Herbert". - CríticoCinéfilo

En resumen, la crítica ha sido unánime en su admiración por Dune: Parte dos. Esta secuela promete satisfacer a los fanáticos de la saga y cautivar a nuevos espectadores con su espectacularidad visual y narrativa. No te pierdas esta experiencia cinematográfica que te transportará a un mundo de ciencia ficción como nunca antes.

Comprar entradas y merchandising de Dune: Parte dos

Si eres un fanático de la saga y no quieres perderte la oportunidad de ver Dune: Parte dos en la gran pantalla, aquí te contamos cómo puedes comprar tus entradas para esta épica película de ciencia ficción. Dirígete a tu cine más cercano y consulta la cartelera para encontrar los horarios de proyección de Dune: Parte dos. ¡No dejes pasar la oportunidad de sumergirte en esta emocionante secuela!

Ahora bien, si lo tuyo es coleccionar objetos relacionados con tus películas favoritas, te alegrará saber que hay merchandising disponible de Dune: Parte dos. Desde camisetas hasta figuras de acción, elige entre una amplia gama de productos inspirados en esta historia. ¡No pierdas la oportunidad de adquirir el merchandising oficial de Dune: Parte dos y mostrar tu pasión por la película!

¿Dónde comprar entradas y merchandising de Dune: Parte dos?

Para comprar tus entradas, te recomendamos que te dirijas directamente a las taquillas del cine o ingreses al sitio web del cine de tu elección. Allí encontrarás información detallada sobre los horarios de proyección y podrás adquirir tus entradas de manera rápida y sencilla.

Para adquirir el merchandising de Dune: Parte dos, puedes visitar tiendas especializadas en cine y cultura pop, así como también buscar en plataformas de comercio electrónico. Recuerda que siempre es mejor optar por productos oficiales para asegurarte de obtener calidad y apoyar a los creadores de la película.

¡No te lo pierdas!

La segunda parte de Dune promete ser una experiencia cinematográfica emocionante y llena de acción. Compra tus entradas con anticipación y no te pierdas la oportunidad de disfrutar de esta increíble secuela en la gran pantalla. Además, lleva tu pasión por la película al siguiente nivel adquiriendo el merchandising oficial de Dune: Parte dos. ¡Prepárate para sumergirte en el universo de Dune y vivir una aventura inolvidable!

Ofertas para ver Dune: Parte dos

Si eres un fanático de la épica saga de Dune, no puedes perderte la oportunidad de ver la esperada secuela en la gran pantalla. Y lo mejor de todo es que puedes disfrutar de esta experiencia sin gastar de más gracias a las imperdibles ofertas y promociones disponibles.

¡No te pierdas las increíbles ofertas para ver Dune: Parte dos! Disfruta de descuentos en entradas, combos de cine y muchas sorpresas más. Esta es tu oportunidad de sumergirte en el intrigante universo de Arrakis sin descuidar tu bolsillo.

Para aprovechar al máximo las ofertas, te recomendamos estar atento a las promociones que ofrecen las principales cadenas de cines. Además, no olvides consultar las plataformas online autorizadas para comprar tus entradas de manera rápida y segura.

Asimismo, recuerda que algunos cines suelen lanzar promociones exclusivas para determinados días de la semana o para horarios específicos. Infórmate sobre estas promociones y elige la que mejor se adapte a tus preferencias y disponibilidad.

¡No dejes pasar esta oportunidad única y vive la emoción de Dune: Parte dos en la gran pantalla!

Aprovecha los descuentos en entradas y combos de cine.

Consulta las promociones de las principales cadenas de cines.

Compra tus entradas de manera rápida y segura en plataformas online autorizadas.

Infórmate sobre promociones exclusivas para determinados días u horarios.

Conclusión

Sumérgete en el emocionante universo de Dune: Parte dos, la esperada secuela de esta épica historia de ciencia ficción. Esta película dirigida por Denis Villeneuve te transportará una vez más al desértico planeta de Arrakis, donde seguirás la travesía de Paul Atreides en su lucha por el poder y la supervivencia.

Con un reparto de talentosos actores como Timothée Chalamet, Zendaya, Javier Bardem, Josh Brolin y Oscar Isaac, Dune: Parte dos promete cautivar a los fanáticos de la saga y a los amantes del cine en general. Prepárate para vivir una experiencia cinematográfica única, llena de acción, intriga y efectos visuales impresionantes.

No te pierdas el estreno de Dune: Parte dos y descubre cómo continúa esta apasionante historia que ha cautivado a millones de personas en todo el mundo. Sumérgete en el fascinante mundo de la ciencia ficción y deja que la magia del cine te transporte a lugares nunca antes imaginados.

FAQ

¿Cuándo se estrena Dune: Parte dos?

La fecha de estreno de Dune: Parte dos está programada para el año 2024.

¿Quiénes son los actores de Dune: Parte dos?

Los actores principales de Dune: Parte dos incluyen a Timothée Chalamet, Zendaya, Javier Bardem, Josh Brolin y Oscar Isaac, entre otros talentosos actores.

¿Qué es lo que pasa en Dune: Parte dos?

Dune: Parte dos continúa la historia de Paul Atreides en el planeta desértico de Arrakis, enfrentándose a nuevos desafíos y giros en la trama.

¿Cuál es la crítica de Dune: Parte dos?

La crítica de Dune: Parte dos está aún por conocerse, pero se espera que cumpla con las expectativas de los fanáticos de la saga.

¿Dónde puedo comprar entradas y merchandising de Dune: Parte dos?

Las entradas para ver Dune: Parte dos en cines estarán disponibles en las taquillas de los cines o a través de plataformas en línea. En cuanto al merchandising, se podrá adquirir en tiendas especializadas y plataformas en línea.

¿Hay ofertas para ver Dune: Parte dos?

Sí, se pueden encontrar ofertas y promociones para ver Dune: Parte dos en cines, especialmente durante su estreno. Se recomienda estar atento a las diferentes opciones disponibles.

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i’m tired and going to bed in a few mins butttt

stuck on my own fic rn,,, getting sub!stepbro!paul out of subspace and he’s just clingy onto u, but u can’t let ur parents see so ur trying to get him off of u and he keeps saying stuff like “u don’t want me?” and ur reassuring him u do, and once he believes u he tries to guilt u to proving it by letting him suck ur tits

i rambled, it didn’t make sense, no punctuation, but i’m still a whore so i had to

bro same i’m such a whore for him bye ilysm for this

him literally begging to suck ur tits and doing a cute lil fake pout w puppy eyes when u finally give in he literally climbs under your shirt and goes fucking crazy sucking, biting and leaving hickeys all over your tits ugh😵‍💫

and you’re over here trying not to make any noise but it’s nearly impossible bc of how good it feels you almost get caught again

#sub boys have my whole ass heart #dyl<3 #asks🧸#paul atreides #sub!paul atreides #stepbro!paul atreides #sub!stepbro!paul atreides #tw stepcest

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supernovafeather · 3 years

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Request from @lavenderluna10 for a soft Leto fic where the reader had a bad day or doubted of herself. Well. I did want to write it. Hum... it ends up I couldn't stop myself from turning it into smut. I really tried to do something just based on cuddles and kisses but hum... I mean he's soft. Just hard under his belt in some parts, but he's an emotional softie for his wife. Hope you'll like it. ❤️

Mutual Care (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Warnings : smut, established relationship (husband/wife), unprotected sex, mention of bad emotional state, sub!Leto, fluff, language.

The whole month has been rainy on Caladan. And cloudy. And dark. You are surprised the peaks erupting from the seas didn't get drowned under the crushing mass of all this water. It must feel like this shower you are taking, torrents running down your body before crashing at your feet. You are disgusted by this liquid now. Sick of it.

Such a mood darkened by morosity doesn't go unnoticed. Smiles turned into a rarity, corrupted by this artificiality. Fortunately you don't have many public announcements to make and most of the time you stay behind Leto. Your husband being the Duke on his ancestors' land, he is at the center of everyone's attention. Better be in his shadow than overshadowing his greatness with your grumpy mood.

Tonight you are in bed early, rolled under the sheets. It's not even night time but you need silence. The black and grey curtains are closed, your maids have for duty to leave you alone, and you wear the softest nightgown you have with a cardigan to make sure you don't get a bad cold. Somewhere between consciousness and sleep, you hear light and slow footsteps. If you didn't know any better you would have jumped and held the knife hidden on your side of the bed, just between your pillow and the headboard. But after sharing so many years with Leto, you can recognize him no matter what.

"I've been looking for you for quite a long time my sweet." He whispers as you hear him squatting in front of you, his hands resting on the mattress. "I thought you agreed to share your dinner time in my company."

It takes you a few seconds to assimilate the words leaving his mouth. You frown with your eyes still closed, a sudden will to sob restrained by your self control as your hands clasp your blanket.

"I'm sorry." You mumble.

You would like to say more, you do, but words can't reach your lips. Not even your throat. They stay up there, in your brain, buzzing like annoying flies stuck behind a window. You promised Leto you would wait for his arrival after his meeting. For once in a month you would have had the time to dine together. Even Paul would have been there. You should be in the mood to spend time with your family instead of drowning yourself under your stupid problems. Why are you complaining even ? You are married to Leto. You are almost all-mighty on this planet. Who are you to complain ? How hypocrite of you.

"Are you feverish ?"

"I'm not. Just tired." You say before opening your eyes as a warm palm rests on your forehead, two narrowed brown eyes staring down at you. "You look tired too Leto."

"I'm more worried than tired my love." He claims as his palm gets replaced by the back of his fingers, his gaze softening. "Did you eat anything before going to bed ?"

"I'm not hungry. Leto you should..."

"Let me take care of you." He interrupts you as he stands up, walking away from you and disappearing from your eyesight in the dark bedroom. "I brought you a small present. Just let me take a shower before."

You hum vaguely, your attention distracted by the few droplets hitting the window outside. Great. Rain. Again. Like you needed that. Rolling onto your side, you watch those irritating tears sliding onto the transparent surface. It's still hypnotic to watch their pattern, like they slide against each other to form only one string of water. Or are they sliding inside each other ? You never thought of it, why does it work like this ?

"I have something for you." Whispers a voice by your ear as the mattress shifts on the other side of the bed.

Inside, you want to smile as you sit up. Outside, you stare blankly at the pile of fruits he brought to you, or more exactly that the maids brought to your bedroom. It touches you that he thought of it. The fruits having the best quantity and quality of vitamins you are lacking of.

"I still have to work on something so I won't be the best company tonight." He apologies as you take a reddish cubic fruit without looking at him.

You don't answer, your lips and teeth reaching the flesh before biting it weakly. The taste is good and the more you chew on it, the more your body seems to awaken. Nothing like euphoria, just this primitive crave for something vital that your brain recognizes. It knows the nutritional value of those fruits.

You keep eating in silence as Leto walks up to his desk, your eyes following his motions. His back is turned to you, the large white shirt and the black pants suiting him well you think as you take a bite into a pinkish round fruit with a pale flesh. You keep chewing, feeling already better with a stomach more full than it had been for the four past days. For long minutes you stare at Leto who is working at his desk in silence, a pale light illuminating this side of the room. It's not strong enough to blind you fortunately, and you hope it's enough for his eyes.

The more you eat these good vitamins, the more your mood improves. The lack of sun is still unresolved, but you do feel better after a pair of hours. You let some for Leto, who is still reading and writing on his pad. You smile faintly as he runs his hand on his nape in a stressed parasite motion. You stand up, leaving your bed silently to press your palms on his shoulders, admiring the grey and white patches gaining some room in his dark hair. He is magnificent, getting even more handsome day by day.

"What is it love ?" He asks without taking his eyes off the screen yet rubbing your hand with one of his.

"You need to eat." You say as you run your free hand through his hair, watching it covering his scalp each time.

"Soon." He promises. "I need to finish this. A contract to renew our arsenal."

He entertwines his fingers with yours, holding them firmly in a pressure long enough to make your heart flutter. Even without looking at you and busy he makes sure you know he listens to you. That you are loved. He may look distant, but after all if he was trying to get closer you would feel uncomfortable. You like the way it is.

Two hours later you smile in the dark. You feel this long-time gone feeling back in your belly as you think of your husband, the kind making you press your thighs against each other. For some reason you feel guilty too. Mostly excited at the idea of sharing your bed, then you feel determined as your brain works actively at the thought of interesting possibilities. He will be in the mood if he's not too tired. He is always in the mood when you are the one initiating everything.

You remain silent as he lies in bed, reading something with his head resting on your belly. Your nails scratch his scalp gently. He's handsome like this, relaxed yet focused on his tasks. Sometimes you caress his bearded cheeks and chin. He lets it grow even more and here and there, white spots started to appear. You love it and bite your lip as your heart starts hammering.

"What time is it my Lord ?" You ask innocently as your hand start getting lower, near his neck.

"Hm. Almost 2am by now." He mumbles with a yawn. "You should go to sleep."

"You too. You've been working so hard today, and taking care of me." You add as you lower your caresses a bit more to test him, now on his clavicle uncovered thanks to his unbuttoned shirt contrasting with his tan skin.

"You're right." He sighs.

Suddenly he almost jumps out of your grasp, this unexpected jolt of energy surprising you. He rests his pad on the small table next to his side, turns the light off and you feel almost offended as you stay sitting there in the dark as he keeps talking without noticing your previous attempt.

"Come here." He says in a weaker voice. "It's been a long day."

Soon you feel a hand reaching your wrist, and you smile as you follow his movement, getting in his arms. You grin at his warmth aggravating your predicament.

"Thank you Leto." You say as your hand starts rubbing his belly over his shirt. "I love you so much."

"There is no need to..." He starts before interrupting himself.

"Always so good to me whenever I feel down." You coo as you finally feel his warm skin underneath his shirt, your hand roaming up and down his belly.

"Something to tell me?" Leto asks before turning a light on next to the bed, his knowing and playful gaze darkening with lust once finding yours.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me, I haven't talked much with you during these past months but I truly appreciate your help." You say before kissing several times his cheekbones right above where his beard starts. "I could never thank you enough."

He hums as he lets you planting a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, then between his eyebrows. Tonight you want him. You desire this contact with your husband, it's spreading more and more in your belly as your heartbeat quickens. For the first time in two months your body got enough motivation for this basic need. Soon you straddle your husband, your hands on the fabrics covering his shoulders, your lips barely leaving his skin as you keep kissing his forehead over and over. Now you are the one feeling hand on your belly, two warm hands then rubbing your ribs before roaming over your bare buttocks under your nightgown.

"I wouldn't have abandoned you my love," he says as you stare down at him, his gaze serious, "yet I had the feeling I was doing it the days I couldn't share with you and..."

His mouth gets shut by yours and he opens his lips immediately as you press urgently against him, your desperate moan and thighs rubbing against his pants making him follow his instincts. The kiss gets broken as he sighs when a longing and deep hips thrust from you rubs the bulge forming underneath you.

"I should be the one giving you what you deserve." He whispers hastily as his grasp tightens on your hips. "I should be the one giving."

"You gave me attention for two months in many ways while I couldn't even find the strength to thank you." You say as you now hold his head between your palms and keep rubbing against his erection as you talk. "Please let me be the one taking care of the other this time."

Leto stops trying to argue with you as he watches your cardigan getting tossed away, his hands rubbing your bare thighs as you remove your nightgown knowing the same fate as your previous clothes, ending up on the ground. Approval reaches his gaze as he eyes you up and down, like seeing your nudity for the first time again after all this time. Confidence both soothes and fuels your need for more. Any kind of hesitation vanishes from your gestures as Leto gives you a full access to his body. He lies there as you ride him endlessly, this lust haunting his eyes as he stares up at you, the way you move above him. A vein appears on his forehead as he tries to keep his own pleasure at bay but his open mouth letting his shaky exhales. Despite the blurry world surrounding you after your first release and your burning thighs you keep grinding, you need more of this friction inside you, of this thick and warm length. You need more of him, of this pleasure you know you can reach once more. Your first name gets muttered as Leto's hands take your breasts, and you know he couldn't hold back any longer when his eyes close briefly.

Your second orgasm happens shortly afterwards, your hands on his belly, head turned to the ceiling as you moan his name loudly, several times before looking down at his sweaty body, at how his chest rises and falls as you now stay almost still.

"You just made the whole palace jealous." He chuckles as his legs fold a bit and move you just enough for you to clench suddenly around him several times. "We needed that."

You giggle in silence, your shoulders rising barely due to your exhaustion. Still above him you feel like floating, like coated in something warm and cozy, in this familiarity now yours again.

"I hope this whole palace is jealous, they need to remember how good my husband is." You taunt before lying down on him, your thighs still around him as he caresses your sweaty back, his content smile welcoming your words. "How good he is and not only in politics. There are a few skills required here differing from governing."

He tilts his head to the side with his brown eyes narrowed as when he thinks intensively. Then a smile appears on his lips. A cheeky one, the kind making his eyes glint and the tiny wrinkles at their corner digging a bit more his skin.

"Even if we were from rival Houses I am pretty sure we would have ended together in one way or another." He mutters as he rubs your cheek with his thumb. "In a genuine relationship I mean. Not only for some alliance."

"I would have loved witnessing this." You whisper against his lips. "Me, your rival or even your deathly opponent, making you fall in love. Would be worth it."

"Please don't start a crazy plan just to get that fantasy achieved." He chuckles before patting your asscheeks to make you roll over from him, before holding you close and firmly with a mischievous grin. "But it would be tempting to see what it would look like."

"Is it giving you some ideas ?" You coo as you scratch his beard affectionately.

"Many, many ideas." He confirms before kissing your forehead. "But come here my sweet, we need to get our mess cleaned up. We deserved our sleep."

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Thanks for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

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lightdancer1 · 2 years

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Out of all the AO3 sub genres in Avatar the “Zuko is Paul Atreides for Agni” one offends me on a moral level. Like damn, I get you like Zuko as a character but making him a literal Messiah? Ol’ boy already gets the girl and rule of his world’s second largest state and its best army.

Not to mention Agni is supposedly benevolent but was out for beer and hot dogs when the Fire Nation exterminated two cultures in spite of having the power to stop this the whole time.

#avatar:the last airbender #yes people literally write Zuko as the Messiah #so Agni is fine with genocide of an entire people but burning a kid’s face?

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hknightdai · 2 years

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Can u make a sub Paul Atreides x reader smut? Where paul wakes up from a nightmare and reader is there to comfort him and he asks for reader to take care of him and then it leads to comfort sex??

I hope its okay to request x<3

I go for that harder shit, but I'll put it on the backlog.

#asked #backlog #requests

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bisoussoiree · 2 years

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sub!stepbro!paul atreides fic coming out in half an hour bc i lack self-control!!

#｡ﾟ•┈୨ 𝙨𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙢𝙨 ♡ 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 ୧┈•ﾟ｡#paul atreides

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missjadesfics · 2 months

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"We Can Share"

Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Paul Atreides dividers @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Summary: Y/n is Feyd and Paul's childhood friend. When a duel to the death arises between them, Y/n can't help but realise how much she loves them. But why have one when you can have both? The only question is, are they willing to share? Reader has she/her pronouns Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dubcon, praise kink, knife play, rough sex, rough oral sex (f receiving), Dom!Feyd, Sub!Reader, SlightDom!Paul, slight choking, dirty talk, breeding kink, both Feyd and Paul are princes of aftercare. Word Count: 3k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

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It was unusual. A young girl eighteen years of age was friends with two polar opposite young men. Paul Atreides is quiet, observant, and gentle-mannered. Feyd-Rautha is manipulative, ruthless, and cunning. Y/n was a part of one of the old houses that no longer existed, but she had become a ward of the Bene Gesserit. Learning the ways and the Voice, Y/n often travelled with the Reverend Mother to different planets. When Y/n turned eighteen, she lived with Duke Leto and his family. When the Harkonnens attacked House Atreides on Arrakis, Y/n had fled with Paul and Lady Jessica into the deserts of Arrakis. Y/n witnessed the death of Duncan Idaho, the sword master of House Atreides. Y/n felt her heartbreak. She had known Duncan all her life, and it was like losing a family member. Trying to distract them but was caught by Glossu Rabban. Knowing how favoured she was by Feyd, his younger brother, he left her untouched and took her back to Geidi Prime.

Y/n should have felt fear, but she had known Feyd-Rautha all her life like Paul and had always been torn between them. Y/n sat amongst the noisy crowd as they cheered for the prized Feyd-Rautha, who walked out with his knives, fighting in the gladiator arena. His gaze took in the crowd as he spun in a circle, shouting victory at his winnings. Pausing when he saw Y/n sitting next to the Bene Gesserit with Lady Margot Fenring. His breath caught in his throat, his electric blue eyes shining, turning predatory as he took in her appearance. It had been four years since he last saw her, and he hated being apart. He snarled as he made his way back into the arena cells, throwing his knives down and cleaning them of the blood. His breathing was heavy, and his knuckles were turning white, with his grip tightening on the blade handles. Feeling arms wrap around his body, he straightened as his eyes closed, humming gently, and a smirk danced on his lips.

“You’ve come back to me, sweet girl?” He whispered, his head tilting over his shoulder slightly. Hearing her soft laugh, he chuckled, facing the young woman before him. “Well, when your Uncle and the Emperor attacked Arrakis and House Atreides, I wasn’t given much choice” “ she replied; her eyes were gentle, but her tone was bitter. Feyd felt it cut into his heart, and his eyes flickered with hurt. He knew she wasn’t angry with him; he thought she wasn’t. His Uncle and the Emperor made the attack; Feyd despised both; if he could kill them, he would. But he would have to devise a cunning plan to do so, and he had his favourite chess piece, Y/n. Feyd raised his hand, his thumb brushing her cheek, a soft gasp falling from Y/n’s lips at the physical contact. Feyd leaned in his nose, brushing Y/n’s tenderly, closing their eyes and taking a deep breath. “I missed you sweet, Y/n”, Feyd confessed, his voice hushed as if he was being heard. Y/n smiled her hands on his chest. “I missed you too, Feyd”, Feyd panted lowly before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

Y/n moaned as Feyd pushed her against the wall, kissing her passionately. Feyd pulled her leg around his waist. “I’ve ached for you, longed for you. I refused any pleasure slaves sent to me; I didn’t want anyone that wasn’t you,” Feyd breathed, kissing her neck and licking a broad stripe Y/n whimpered, her arms wrapped around him. “Feyd, please” “ she begged, making him laugh in response, pressing his body to hers. “I’ll fuck you, sweet Y/n, harder than that little Atreides would”, he growled, his smile sending shivers through Y/n’s body.

“We mustn’t be here, Feyd; anyone could see,” Y/n whispered, her lips brushing his, making him groan. “I don’t care if anyone sees”, he snarled, his hand gripping her dress Y/n stopped him. “Please, I’d much rather you take me in the privacy of your chambers. You can be as rough as you like there” Y/n licked her lips, her hips rolling against his, panting softly, her nose nudging his. He grinned, wrapping his arms around her. “Since you asked so nicely, my sweet.”

Y/n heard the commotion outside the halls. Feyd’s page came to her, pulling her toward the ship. “Na-Baron Feyd Rautha is to duel Duke Paul Atredies; we are to attend”, Y/n gasped. No, why must they duel? She couldn’t lose them, either of them. Standing amongst the many witnesses, Y/n saw Paul standing in the middle of the circle, and in a short time, he had grown into his own as Duke. The Reverend Mother spoke up, stepping forward. “Consider what you are about to do, Paul Atreides,” she warned him; his body turned, and his voice shouted, “SILENCE!” A sudden vibration sent the Reverend Mother shuddering in fear as the Bene Gesserit caught her from falling. Y/n’s eyes widened; he had become powerful with the Voice; she looked over at Feyd as Paul shouted, “Where is Feyd-Rautha!” Feyd chuckled darkly, twirling his knife. “I am here, Little Atreides”, Feyd’s voice sang out with a hint of amusement. Paul narrowed his eyes. “Shall we fight then?” Paul raised a brow, readying his knife Y/n constantly looked between the two men. Feyd smirked, nodding as he stepped into the circle. He lifted his fist to his chest and fell to one knee before Y/n. “I dedicate my victory…to my Na-Baroness Y/n”, he grinned, knowing full well she wasn’t Na-Baroness, but he could hear the aggravated noise from Paul Atreides as he, too, fell to one knee. “And I dedicate my victory…to the rightful Empress Atreides”, Paul spoke, eyeing Feyd. Gazing at the men, Y/n realised why she couldn’t bear to lose either of them; she loved them. She loved Feyd. She loved Paul; she couldn’t deny her heart any longer and let them fight one another. She stepped forward and said, “There will be no need for a duel. The feud between House Atreides and House Harkonnen has lasted too long. Suppose Emperor Shaddam steps down from his rule and allows both Paul of House Atreides and Feyd-Rautha of House Harkonnen to rule as Emperor. In that case, I will accept a marriage with both and be Empress” Y/n gazed at the aged Emperor, who reluctantly nodded and removed his signet ring. Knowing he could not fight the inevitable anymore, he bowed as both Feyd and Paul stood in unison. Both turned to face each other, clenched jaws as they stared one another down. “You should be grateful for her little Atreides. She saved your life.” Feyd smirked at the glimpse of his black teeth shining in the afternoon sun as Paul laughed bitterly. “It is I who should say that to you, Feyd-Rautha.”

Since Feyd and Paul were named Emperor, Y/n couldn’t bear the continued fighting between her husbands. Disagreeing on every matter, she would sit silently as the two undermined each other. It had only been a week, and the demands of the Emperors were overwhelming. When he watched his father in council, Paul’s observations had taught him well. He remained calm. Like Feyd, the Harkonnen would question Paul’s gentle manner and way of handling things. Feyd would smirk or snicker lightly whenever Paul would speak. Y/n would glare at Feyd, but the Harkonnen would only wink in response. Paul would sigh under his breath whenever Feyd spoke over him, his fist clenched on the table, trying to hold back his anger. “Don’t worry, little Atreides. You don’t know enough about war and battle. I believe I should see to this personally” Feyd grinned, leaning forward on the table and talking about army training and strategies. Paul glared at him, standing up abruptly, his hands on the table. “One more word-” Paul began as Y/n also stood. “Husbands, perhaps we should retire to our chambers. Take some time away from these meetings. Thank you all; if any other concerns need to be handled, Lady Jessica will address them,” Y/n told the council, who all nodded and bowed their head, leaving the room. Y/n looked between Feyd and Paul, walking to the door. “Are you both coming?” Feyd and Paul scrambled behind, shoving one another out of the way and following her.

Removing her jewellery, Y/n heard her husband’s muffled voices still arguing. Sighing to herself, she changed into her mid-thigh nightgown, which Lady Jessica had gifted her for her wedding night. But with the constant demands of the Emperors, Y/n didn’t have time to have a wedding night with either husband. Coming into the shared chambers, she saw Feyd pushing Paul against the wall, his forearm over Paul’s throat. “Feyd release Paul now”, Y/n told him as she sat on the bed. Feyd grumbled and pulled away. Paul’s eyes widened as Feyd followed his gaze, turning around, a grin forming. “Sweet girl, look at you.” Feyd’s velvety voice echoed in the chambers, and a smile danced on Y/n’s lips. Feyd knelt before her, his hand on her thigh. “Poor wife, you’ve been deprived, haven’t you? Want your husband to take care of you?” He hummed his lips on her neck Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed, moaning softly. “I want both husbands to care of me” “ she pleaded, her eyes opening, observing Paul on the other side of the room. His fists were clenched, his eyes hard, and he was stalking forward and coming closer. Feyd pulled away, watching Paul. “Come, little Atreides, she wants us both. We can share. Can’t we?” he grinned, his hand cupping Y/n’s cheek, his tongue darting out to lick a broad stripe up her throat. Paul’s blue eyes narrowed at Feyd, who smirked. “I can show you what she likes, what makes her shake in pleasure. Wait to hear her sounds, little Atreides. It’s so intoxicating,” he growled, his teeth bared on her shoulder. Paul removed his jacket before kneeling beside Feyd, who was breathing heavily. “Perhaps we can share”, Paul agreed with a nod.

Pressing his lips to Y/n’s softly, a gentle moan left her mouth, her lips moving with Paul’s. Her fingers threaded through his brown locks, pulling him closer; Feyd’s mouth latched back on her neck, his hand on her thigh tickling her. Paul moaned the kiss, turning passionate Y/n giggled as Paul pulled away, his eyes staring into hers. Filled with lust, the young Atreides shoved Feyd away and pushed Y/n on her back, kissing her roughly, catching her by surprise. She expected this from Feyd, but it was new from Paul. Feyd chuckled, removing his clothes, his eyes glinting with amusement. Y/n gasped, feeling Paul’s lips trail down her neck between her breasts. His hands slid up and down her body; Feyd lay beside Y/n, his hand delicately cradling her face.

“Enjoying yourself, sweet girl?” he licked his lips Y/n smiled up at her husband, pulling him in for a kiss. The ruthless warrior licked her bottom lip with his tongue, a whine leaving her mouth. “Feyd”, She moaned breathlessly as Paul chuckled. “Already out of breath, wife, we’ve barely done anything” he sat up as Feyd focused his attention on Paul, laughing softly his blue eyes glittering as he met Paul’s. “I’ve found it doesn’t take much to set her off”, he smirked. Paul mirrored his facial expression as he spread Y/n’s legs, sliding in between. Kissing her inner thighs, Paul’s tongue swiped her soft skin after each kiss and bite.

Y/n’s high-pitched moans broke the silence in the room, making Feyd chuckle. “I love those sounds you make, sweet girl; I think our little Atreides will come to love them too,” he murmured, his hand gripping his knife and twirling it. The blade glistened in the moonlight from the balcony. Y/n moaned, arching her back, feeling Paul inch closer to where she needed him most. Her fingers locked in his hair, gripping the roots tightly, a moan escaping Paul’s lips. His kisses turned aggressive, his hands cupping her ass and pulling her closer. Feyd pressed his knife to her skin; the coolness against her heated skin sent shivers through her body. Feyd slowly trailed the knife up and down her nightgown, a playful smirk on his face. “My love, you don’t favour this nightgown, do you?” he questioned, hopeful she would say no. Y/n shook her head, not trusting her voice, as Feyd smiled. “Good”, he replied before ripping her nightgown with his knife, the material falling off her body and exposing her bare body to the air.

Paul looked up through his lashes; he grinned. “Finally had a use for the knife” he pointed out with a teasing tone making Feyd grumble under his breath Paul pulled Y/n’s undergarments down her legs. Paul groaned licking his lips at her wet folds Feyd grinned laying his chin on Y/n’s stomach and kissing the skin delicately “Have a taste little Atreides, it’s addictive” he told Paul. The younger looked up “Stop calling me little Atreides.” He threatened Y/n and watched the two “Stop fighting” she begged them as they both turned their focus to her. “If you don’t I’ll take care of myself and let you both watch” she warned. Paul nodded “I’m sorry” he murmured before leaning down to kiss between her legs a sharp gasp leaving Y/n’s lips. Feyd kissed Y/n’s breasts his tongue flattened licking broad stripes.

“I’m sorry too sweet girl” he whispered into her skin before trailing up her throat “Paul oh” Y/n moaned her hand tightened in his hair rocking her hips against his face. Paul’s tongue lapped at her wetness Feyd paid attention to Y/n’s face “Good girl, look at you. You’re glowing” He grinned his tongue darting out to lick her lips their breaths mixing. “You are going to be good and cum on his tongue, hmm. He’s never had a taste before, I am going to have to pry him off your sweet cunt.” Feyd breathed his hand gripping her throat lightly applying light pressure. Y/n tightly shut her eyes feeling pleasure coarse through her body. Paul’s movements increased becoming greedy as he sucked on her clit moaning into her cunt, sending shock waves through her body. “Paul” She cried out his name feeling her body contract her back arching and moaning loudly “Paul, please don’t stop” she pleaded as she felt the heat in the pool of her stomach as she felt her peak crash over like the waves of Caladan hitting the cliffs. Paul moaned loudly not letting a drop of her arousal escape his mouth. Coming down from her high Y/n stroked Paul’s hair her body shuddering from after pleasure. Paul pulled away wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smiling. “You taste divine my darling” he whispered as Feyd clicked his tongue “My turn” he growled kissing her quickly as Paul moved for Feyd to lay between Y/n’s legs.

Throwing her legs over his shoulders, inhaling her sweet scent Feyd closed his eyes he purred lowly. “Mmm my favourite meal” he winked diving in and eating her out roughly. Y/n wriggled in his grasp sharp gasps leaving her open mouth as Paul kissed her neck. Paul had his dominance but he was gentle. Y/n loved the difference between her two husbands, Paul’s sensual giving nature in contrast to Feyd’s hungry fueled lust. Feyd’s tongue and teeth clashed greedily draining every bit of Y/n’s rich essence she was providing. “Feyd fuck!” She sobbed as Paul hummed in Y/n’s neck whilst holding his wife’s body down.

“Such a good wife for us my darling, he’s a man starved,” Paul muttered into her ear hotly groaning at hearing her sounds of pleasure. Paul screwed his eyes shut as he rolled his hips onto the bed, feeling his cock harden at her lewd noises. A pathetic whine left her lips as she looked over at Paul and his hard-on through his pants. Y/n felt her body convulse as Feyd brought her second orgasm to its climax Feyd pulled away licking his lips with his long tongue. Y/n gasped at the action as Feyd crawled up her body like a snake and kissed her roughly moaning Y/n pulled away. “Feyd, my love let Paul have me first” she whispered as Feyd looked over noticing Paul grind on the bed he nodded “Whatever you like sweet girl.” He murmured as Paul scrambled between Y/n’s open legs removing his cock from his pants he rubbed his fingers over her folds and over his cock. Slowly sliding in Y/n sobbed as Feyd sat up from the bed and walked to his cabinet. Paul leant down kissing Y/n softly his hips meeting hers fully immersing himself inside her tight walls. “Fuck wife you feel like heaven. I understand why Feyd loves you and this pretty cunt so much” He moaned his head pressing his head to hers.

Y/n smiled, staring into Paul’s eyes and cupping his cheek. “I’m yours too, Paul. I love you, I have for a long time. My heart is yours. My body is yours. My soul is yours,” she murmured, gently kissing him passionately. Paul groaned into the kiss, his hips rolling onto hers. Paul would have his way with Y/n any other time, but he wanted his first time with her to be different from what she had with Feyd. The ache he held to himself for so long about Y/n ate at him every day. Watching her from afar grow more beautiful and knowing her friendship with him was special, she too, shared that friendship with Feyd. But unlike him, Feyd was hungry for pleasure whether it was with Y/n or killing someone in the gladitor arena. Paul’s thrusts were hitting everything deliciously as Y/n whimpered underneath him a smile forming on his lips. “You’re so beautiful, can’t wait to see you with child” He praised holding her face Y/n panted gently her arms wrapped around his neck. “You feel so good Paul, filling me perfectly” She threw her head back on the pillow Paul’s lips ghosted over her throat his hands wrapping her legs around his waist. Feyd sipped his wine, watching intently as he put down his glass. He heard Y/n’s soft moans and gasps, mixed with Paul’s grunts, filling the room. He had to give it to the young Atreides, and he could satisfy a woman quite well. He was worried he would have to make points for him, but he didn’t. Feyd walked out of the balcony, leaning on the marble and looking out.

Paul moaned heavily as he felt sweat build on his hairline, his body sliding against Y/n’s. “I’m close, Paul, please”, she whimpered as Paul nodded, his pace quickening, his fingers interlocking with hers. Grinning, his thrusts turned harder. “That’s it, my darling; let me feel your pleasure.” He groaned as her walls clenched around his cock as she cried out, feeling her peak wash over. Paul moaned, his hips stuttering as he finished inside her. His head pressed to hers, both panting. “Fuck, that was amazing”, Paul breathed Y/n laughed lightly, her hand on his chest, kissing him gently. “Well done, Paul, you seem quite talented for a newcomer”, Feyd teased as he looked over his shoulder with a grin. Paul slowly slid out of Y/n, whining about the contact loss. Regaining his breath, Paul sat up and walked into the bathroom. “I’ll leave you both be then”, he smiled as he closed the door. Feyd smirked, climbing on top of her. “Now that your other lover has had his fill of you. It’s time for me to fuck you just how you like” Feyd grasped one of her hands in his, wrapping her legs around his waist. Entering her in one swift motion, making her gasp sharply, “Oh, Feyd” His muscles tensed as he thrust wildly into her soft wet cunt. His carnal sounds sent shivers through her body. “He may be gentle with you, sweet girl, but I love fucking my woman dumb”, he grinned Y/n arched her back, nodding at his words. She whimpered as Feyd kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth, feeling his cock hit her cervix, a mix of pain and pleasure. His pace was brutal, but she loved it; she loved how he took charge and wasn’t gentle. He would never do anything to hurt her, but he sure as hell would treat her like a ragdoll if she wanted him to.

Pulling out of her, he rolled Y/n on her stomach before thrusting back inside her roughly. Y/n cried out. Feyd held her waist as he pounded into her, groaning loudly. “Oh fuck, you take me so well; you were made for me”, Feyd growled, his hand rubbing her clit and biting into her neck. Y/n gasped at the feeling of her fourth orgasm building. “Feyd, please”, she begged as Feyd kissed her neck “Yes, my love?” he teased, slowing his thrusts Y/n threw her head forward. “Don’t stop; please fuck me faster, harder. Fuck a child into me”, she pleaded as Feyd grunted, pulling out as Y/n climbed on top of him, sliding down on his cock. Feyd’s blue eyes widened as the lust darkened them, bucking his hips. Y/n placed her hand on his chest and cried gently. “Feyd,” she whimpered his name like a prayer as she came around him. Feyd moaned as his hips stalled, filling her up with his seed. Feyd sat up, kissing Y/n softly, his lips moving with hers passionately. “So pretty”, Feyd whispered, biting her bottom lip. “So beautiful”, he breathed, staring into her eyes. “You did so well, taking us both. Although we still need to find out how well you can take us both simultaneously, sweet girl,” he grinned as he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Peppering kisses on her face, Paul had prepared a bath as he looked over, a smile on his face. As Feyd climbed into the tub, Paul followed close behind. Laying Y/n’s head on Feyd’s chest, Paul laid her legs on his lap. Massaging her feet with some sugar scrub, Feyd kissed her neck tenderly, his fingers dancing with hers. “What did I do to deserve such attentive husbands?” She smiled as Paul chuckled lightly, kissing her knee. “I believe the question that should be asked is. How did we deserve such a woman to be our wife and Empress?” Feyd smiled, humming in response, looking at Paul. “Our precious wife, our beautiful Empress”, Paul murmured, his hand holding Y/n’s other hand. Y/n hummed as she felt her eyes close gently. “At least you’ve both done it” " she murmured as both Feyd and Paul looked at each other and then gazed at Y/n. “Did what my sweet?” Paul asked with a gentle smile as Feyd massaged her head.

“Why isn’t it obvious? ‘We Can Share’ He and Paul smirked.

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