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Calista's Dream Chapter 3

We all saw the amount of drool Feyd was dripping in the movie, right? So this shouldn't come as a surprise 😆. Also, don't ask why he's obsessed with sniffing things. I really just get that vibe from him lol anyways here's our first taste if you will of the adult content, so please 18+ only.

Warnings: Rough handling, possessive behavior, and female orgasm.

Word count: 3.1k

Chapter 3

The wedding ceremony was now a short seven days away. Knowing that there was so little time before she left her old life behind to become Na Baroness Harkonnen, meant she spent her days with loved ones. Her father had even taken to visiting her in her chambers before retiring for the evening. He would of course excuse his visit by saying he needed her counsel for some menial matter. He would sit beside her on her lounge chair and hold her hand. She knew he would miss her, when she was gone, but it would not be forever. With any luck House Atreides and Harkonnen could use this marriage to really put the past behind them. A new beginning for an alliance between them.

Today marked the first day of the wedding celebrations. An array of fun games and other attractions were set up outside of castle Caladan and even a feast was being held this night for any Caladan native to come to wish the bride and groom well in their union, they would present little trinkets and tokens of their affection for the most beloved Atreides heir. Which of course meant Feyd and I would be expected to be in close proximity for the duration of the feast, and together playing said games and seeing the attractions.

It was nearly noon now so I should grace the Na Baron by showing my face for the first time today. I had taken my morning meal alone in the comfort of my chamber. A rarity these days since I’ve been busy ‘courting’. The Na Barons cold demeanor towards me actually soothed my mother for reasons she wouldn’t disclose. I washed and dressed for the momentous occasion, since this would be a long day with no reprieve between the carnival and feast. I had to look stunning in my first and only gown for the day.

As I rapped on Feyd Rautha’s chamber door, I was startled when it was pulled open abruptly before I finished knocking. He stood in front of me with a wild look in his usually inexpressive eyes.

“I could smell you approaching, my lady.”

He raises his left hand and strokes my cheek. The most contact we’ve had since the training incident weeks ago now.

I gulped.

“And how pretty you smell today indeed.”

He was so close to me, all I could do as of late was freeze in front of him. Like prey for the taking I would become almost immobile before his very eyes. Noticing my shocked still frame he took the opportunity to pull me into his chamber slamming the door by pushing me against it. The door slam jostles me out of my stupor and I take a deep clarifying breath looking up at him with my wide brown orbs.

“What are you doing?” I ask hesitantly, very confused at his odd behavior.

He doesn’t bother answering me as he pushes his form against me. The door knob wedges into my lower back and I adjust, unintentionally pushing against him in the process.

“I’ve been here too long, my lady without tending to my...appetite.”

As always the phrase ‘my lady’ drips with pure ownership of the title, ownership of me. 

“Your appetite for human flesh I presume?” Lifting my chin trying to hide my revulsion.

He chuckles dryly. Stroking my cheek tenderly.

“I don’t have an appetite for human flesh, but my darlings do.”

“Your darlings?”

“My concubines.”

He looks me in the eye no longer stroking me but now holding me in a vice-like grip just under my jaw. He searches my eyes for something. Whatever it is he finds it, because he smiles now.

“I wasn’t aware you had..concubines.”

It makes me feel uneasy. Of course I knew he had had many women in his bed, but his own concubines made my skin crawl. I felt envious of them, hearing him call them his darlings.

“Don’t pout my lady..your lips look far too tempting.”

His iron grip moved down to my throat and I felt his fingers twitch and flex with excitement. 

“I did no such thing. Why would I pout? I don’t care about your darlings.” 

The last word comes out in a sneer, and the excitement is promoted to glee. He’s enjoying this. And somehow so was I. He had been hiding himself away from me and now seeing him look at me that way again- my heart skips a beat and then two.

I place my left hand on his chest and I feel something there beneath his tunic, beneath his skin. Something akin to a siren's song. A dangerous temptation to feel more of him. A dark urge to be skin to skin rips through me and suddenly I’m transported back to the day he tasted my blood on his pink tongue.The hunger in his eyes was desire f-for me in much the same way I'm seeing now.

I continue up his chest until my hand cups his neck, much more gently than the way he holds mine. I feel him shudder beneath my perusal and I move my hand to the back of his neck as leverage to pull his black mouth closer to mine. He doesn’t resist until the last second, tensing his muscles preventing me from pulling him further. 

We lock eyes, both pairs searching for an unanswered question that hung between us like a deep secret never to be spoken aloud by either of us.

“Please.” I whisper, feeling my lips brush against his as I speak. I move to my tiptoes trying to close the distance but he sharply shoves me against the door before wrapping his arms around me claiming my body before claiming my mouth.

His kiss is not gentle, or kind. It is not patient or sweet. It is rough and biting. It is possessive and sloppy. There is so much wetness between us, his tongue swipes it away before diving into my mouth. My first kiss isn’t quite what I imagined it would be. I thought it would be sweet and slow, coaxing even with the promise of more. Feyd Rautha, however, kissed me like I was an enemy being conquered on the battlefield.There was not an ounce of softness between us. Even being victim to his rough handling I felt my insides quiver. A moan slips past my lips into his own. He claims it for himself, swallowing it down never to be heard by another set of ears. He pulls away then, a string of saliva connecting us now as we catch our breath. 

“Lead the way my lady.”

And with that his touch is gone from my frame nearly causing me to crash down onto the rug beneath our feet. My lack of him left me bereft and struggling to catch my breath even more than the kiss. I gather my composure relatively quickly and smooth the front of my gown before looking up at him.

He has a smile hidden behind his dark blue eyes. They aren’t the same cold detached ones I’d grown used to and that made me smile at him as I opened the door peeking out first to make sure no one would see me leaving from inside his chamber.

As we walked around the carnival I noticed many of Caladans residents looking at us in uncertainty and bewilderment. It was almost as if they knew what we had been up to minutes ago alone together. Self consciousness prickled at my nerves mercilessly. I glance at Feyd who walks beside me with a smug look of satisfaction on his face. My hands resting on his bicep unconsciously squeeze him lightly, just enjoying the raw power beneath my finger tips. My mother spotted us and she looked stricken for a brief moment before schooling her expression and approaching us.

My mother pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to me whispering in my ear.

“Wipe your mouth Calista. It seems some of the Na Barons paint didn’t have time to cure before...” She waved her hand at my lips to explain.

I quickly snatched the cloth and wiped my mouth embarrassment, seizing me. No wonder the bastard looked so smug. It was literally written on my face what we had been up to. My cheeks felt like they were on fire as I try to separate myself from him. I don’t get very far before his unyielding grip imprisons my wrist. I glance up at him, eyebrows raised before glancing down to his large hand.

“I was just going to excuse myself for a moment to get cleaned up.”

I find myself explaining my actions to him.

“There’s no need, my lady.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Don’t try to wipe me away, besides everyone here knows who you belong to well enough.”

My mother locks her eyes on his punishing grip before clenching her jaw. Sensing the tension I attempt to placate them both. 

“I suppose that’s true. Would you spare me a moment to speak with my mother Na Baron?”

I hold my breath praying my attempt would work. His grip loosens shortly after my request and he steps away from us. Mumbling something about looking for wine. My heartbeat flutters faster than a hummingbird's wings.

Once my mother sees that he has left us alone for a moment, however brief it may be she tries to calm me down. 

“Breathe my girl. Just breathe.”

“He’s very possessive. It’s such a sudden change to how he’s been behaving.”

“You should know, your father spoke to him after the training incident. He asked him to be mindful that you are a lady of Caladan.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you are not familiar with the overindulgence of carnal desires like he is.”

“Oh god, is that why he started avoiding me?”

My mother nods her head once. 

“There was a heated exchange between him and Duncan after what happened and they had to be separated.”

I was an oblivious fool. I remembered the biting tone he used towards Duncan after he helped me up and checked on me, but I didn’t realize.

“Don’t fret about it now, everything is fine, enjoy the celebration. He’s approaching so I will take my leave.”

She walks away just as Feyd Rautha reaches my side with a goblet of wine in each hand.

“Thank you”

I sip the drink gingerly feeling awkward knowing this new information. I try to act natural, but I wasn’t sure what this new natural was. We had just been entangled in his chambers and now his possessiveness was showing itself. Which apparently isn’t new, but my father talked him down before, what could be done now? I was to be his wife in seven days. What would stop him then? Did I want him to stop? I enjoyed this side much more than his cold distant self that had been my companion these last few weeks. My only concern was what he said to Duncan Idaho, my brother in all ways but blood.

“Just spit it out Little Duchess.”

I startle from my deep thoughts. He was using my nickname coined by Gurney, and from his lips it made me throb somewhere deep within. Was I really so easy to read? I clear my throat gathering the courage to be blunt in my questioning.

“What happened with you and Duncan after I left that day?”

His face sours at the mention of Idaho's name leaving my lips. 

“Why do you ask?” He probes.

“My mother just informed me there was some sort of disagreement between you two.”

He doesn’t speak for a long time. We stand in the middle of a crowded area and yet I know that if he wanted to hurt me right here and now, no one but me could stop him. There was such a fine line between attraction and aversion between him and I. Perhaps it’s a natural give and take considering our families' long standing rivalry.

“If you insist. I simply made him a promise I intend to keep.”

He encroached on my personal space immediately seizing my small face in his large hands. Looking beyond my skin. His gaze pierced the very blood beneath its surface. 

“What was the promise?” I press further.

“Give me your ear, and I’ll tell you, my lady.”

I tentatively move my ear closer to his inky mouth, hesitant, but eager to know what transpired between him and Duncan. He’s cupping the back of my head when he softly utters his promise to me.

“If you ever touch her again in my presence it’ll be the last thing you ever do. Or something to that effect.” He states coyly.

He casually strokes the soft strands of my hair, watching my face again to see my reaction up close.

“You needn’t be so worried about him. He is like a brother to me, Feyd Rautha.”

He only smiles at me threateningly. Releasing his hold on my head before we continue on to the next attraction. 

Later that same night I lay awake in my bed. Sleep evades me, and I can’t help but comb through every interaction I had with Feyd today. I could still feel his bruising touch on my lips, and my wrist. My white nightgown feels heavy all of a sudden when in reality it was quite thin. There was an ache between my legs that felt even more painful than Feyd Rauthas brutal touch. I do my best to ignore it before I find myself sneaking away from my chambers somewhat compelled to find what I lack and somehow knowing only he could provide it to me. I don’t bother knocking on his door as I let myself in. Surprisingly he was asleep beneath his sheets only his bottom half was covered. He made the large four poster bed look mediocre despite its grand size. The rest of him lay bare before me to see. He was all lean muscle and cream colored skin. He nearly blended seamlessly with the crisp white linen. I subconsciously move closer to him. As if possessed, my hand reaches towards his sleeping face. He looks so peaceful I can’t help myself.

Before I can feel the touch of his alabaster skin, my wrist is snatched into a crippling hold. I whimper attempting to pull away from him. Realizing it was me he relaxes his crushing grip ever so slightly. Without speaking he pulls me onto his lap as he sits propped against the headboard. I straddle his lap a tad awkwardly.

“Now why would you be sneaking into my room at this time of night Little Duchess?”

He asks the question as if he already knows the answer. Smirking as he waits for me to verbalize why I'm here. This was purely for the sake of further embarrassing me.

“I couldn’t sleep...I don’t know why I came here.”

I move to get off of his lap, but he grips my hips, holding me in place.

“You’re no coward, Calista. Tell me why you're here.” He barks at me with a voice so rough he could have swallowed glass.

“I don’t know what to say.” I whine out, much to my mortification.

He watches me steadily, making no attempts to speak or release me. I could only blame myself for this predicament so I might as well tell him the truth.

“I- I’m aching for you. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Aching for me?” He inquired before continuing “Show me where.” He demanded sternly.

Like a wolf circling its kill he licks his lips lasciviously in preparation for what was to follow. I reach my hand beneath my gown as he watches me without blinking. He refuses to miss even a second of this show. I cup my sex slowly, unsure of myself. 

He moves my hand aside, replacing it with his own. His calloused fingers gently travel between my velvety folds. He presses into my nub and a jolt of pleasure makes me hiss. I lean my head back from the delicious feeling invading my core. His free hand grips my chin moving my eyes back to his. He presses against my bud once more before he circles it continuously watching me so intently he must be waiting for something to happen. I lean forward against him, changing the angle slightly so that my lips can reach his. Unlike earlier he doesn't resist as I kiss him gently. He let me kiss him this time not forcing such aggression upon my delicate lips like he did then. 

I take my time enjoying the softness of his lips with my eyes closed before I falteringly glide my tongue over his full lower lip. His lips make room for me to taste him deeper still and I do. I slowly and assuredly lick the inside of his inky mouth. He continues circling my nub before sliding one slow finger into me up to the knuckle. I moan into his mouth for the second time today and once again he swallows it whole. 

Of their own accord my hips begin to match the pace his finger sets inside of me. I never stop kissing him as he adds a second finger. My core holds the fingers in a vice-like grip and he groans against me.He suddenly removes his digits and flips us over so that i’m now beneath him. He pulls my gown up to my hips fully exposing my thatch of soft dark hair. Leaning down he buries his nose in my hair and breathes deeply. For a moment I'm stunned with my eyes two sizes too big.

“Ah, there it is.”

“What?” I ask, a bit alarmed by his vague statement.

“I found the source of that smell. Makes my mouth water.”

His drool lands on my sensitive folds and I gasp.

He plunges in without abandon, swirling and twirling his tongue anywhere it would fit before harshly sucking on my clit. It takes all my willpower not to cry out. Being found with his face between my legs would not be ideal. More noises bubble up from within me and I can’t contain them all causing me to bite into my fist harshly. I reach an unexpected peak so soon after he starts and I feel my empty core clenching around nothing as my vision whites out. He continues to lick and suck as I come down from my high with shuddering breaths. He bites my inner thigh before pulling away and moving up towards the head of the bed. There was a large bulge between his legs and I couldn’t take my eyes away.

“I won’t fuck you tonight my pet, or else I might break you.”

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Calista's Dream Chapter 6

It's so hard writing from Feyds POV that I worry about straying too far from his actual personality, and I don't want to ruin the vibe of the story, so I might not write from his view again. I don't own the art or visuals used. I'll link them at the end via Pinterest. This is not edited BTW so you might find some mistakes.

Warnings: sexual content and disturbing thoughts from feyd. 18+ only please

Word count:2.2k

Chapter 6

Feyd Rauth’s POV

My sweet little Duchess would adjust in time to her new home. She had no choice but to accept Giedi Prime and me as we are. I didn't want to fuck her in front of those sick old bastards, but when the Baron demands it as his heir I have to follow through. I’ve given her the day to rest and recover from the shock of it. She seemed so fragile after the ceremony and it didn’t sit well within me. I already wanted to gouge out twenty one pairs of eyes for daring to look at her. The mesh robe was the most coverage I could offer her. Knowing they heard her sweet little moans nearly made me snap. 

I did my best to be unbothered, because I know if he knows I feel anything for her he will continue to torment her. The ceremony was his form of retaliation for her words earlier that very day when I presented her to him for the first time. She was bold and didn’t show any fear even here on the home planet of her enemies. The way he spat the insult Princess Atreides at her made my blood boil but she fired back correcting him. She told him she was the Na Baroness Harkonnen now. She claimed to be mine right there in front of him and he couldn’t take it.

If it were up to him I would never have married her, but the Emperor demanded it. My uncle knows his place as much as I know mine. What the Emperor demands must be followed through on. With taking that into consideration there was no guarantee my uncle wouldn’t lock her away with the pleasure slaves. I had to be smart and calculated in my approach. I couldn’t show her too much favor or his jealousy will get the best of him.

I’ve been trying to keep her at arms length only allowing myself to stroke her hair after she has long been asleep in my bed. Nearly running away from her when she smells so tempting I feel my mouth pool with saliva. She only smells better now that I've been inside her. A coppery tang mixed in with her natural sweetness. The same copper smell as her blood. I would make her skin my home if I could. I would peel back the layers of her flesh and tissue and take up residence inside her. She would be me and I would be her and nothing would ever separate us. She would become my final resting place even in death.

I feel myself grow hard at the thought. Now that I’ve had all of her I can’t stop thinking about her. How she dared to ask for her own chambers, she was as bold as ever. There was one thing she didn’t understand, and that was that she belonged to me. Everything belonged to me. Her pain, her pleasure, every tear that fell from her eyes was mine to claim.

“Na Baron, your presence is required in the Barons chambers.”

At that my cock falls limply. I begin my trek on the familiar path. The double doors are slightly ajar and I hear Piter and the human blob speak in hushed tones. 

“Once she has given him a male child, you can dispose of her Baron.”

“She is merely a means to an end. She’s an insignificant pawn.”

I chose to interrupt them then, refusing to hear anymore of this garbage. I couldn’t afford to be implicated in a rushed assassination and if I hear anymore that’s exactly what will happen.

“Beautiful Feyd, thank you for arriving so quickly. Piter here wanted a word with you about your bride.”

Piter stepped forward slightly bowing and began speaking.

“It is imperative you breed the Atreides girl as quickly as possible. I have heard you’ve been spending most of your time with your darlings.”

I look between my uncle and his lackey. Annoyed with this conversation on the surface but deep down I was intrigued.

“I fucked her just last night. Uncle you were there.”

Vladimir chuckles heartily at that.

“My dear Feyd it may take more than once. In fact it could take several times. You heard Piter. You must breed her.”

“To what end?” I probe. 

My eyes are slit as I look between the two of them. They were obviously aware of something and they hadn’t shared it yet. 

“That's the reason she’s here, to provide a male heir for our house.” said Vladimir resolutely.

“Well if it is your wish uncle, consider it done.” 

He smiles broadly at me, so happy with my false platitudes.

“You seemed to enjoy her last night. I'm surprised you haven't had her again.” 

There was a glint behind his eyes as he spoke and I knew I had to tread carefully. 

“I must admit her Atreides cunt was warm and snug, but she is not equipped to handle my tastes.”

“You should train her then nephew. She is yours to do with as you please, but you must breed her.”

I nod my head, refusing to speak anymore, on the verge of lashing out.

“Go and insure our future Feyd.”

Interesting choice of words. He was hiding something as usual, but eventually he would share. I would make sure of it.

Later that evening I find myself lounging in the sitting area of our chambers waiting for Calista to exit the bathing chamber. I had one hand wrapped around my cock and the other gripping her discarded underclothes from today. I stroked my cock gripping it while I looked at the portrait across from me. Her untamed hair had teased me for so long I could not get enough of feeling the silken strands between my fingers now that she was more than just a vision before me.

The door creaked open and she stepped into the room without even noticing me in the dimly lit room. 

“Come here, wife.” I call lowly to her.

She tenses before turning to me. Her eyes looked wild like she couldn’t decide if she should run away or freeze. Her white nightgown was form fitting and plunged in the front. No doubt something she acquired while living here. 

“I said come here pet.”

Her umber eyes look to my lap and she gulps audibly before taking slow steps towards me. I toss away her undergarments and offer my hand to her. She accepts it and I pull her onto my lap so she can straddle me, my penis between us. I watch her closely trying to read her mood. Her pulse was fluttering so quickly in her delicate neck I wanted to sink my teeth into her there and drain her.

“Take off the dress.” I order firmly not breaking eye contact.

She slowly does as I ask. Her beautiful breasts bounce and sway slightly. Her brown nipples nearly match her lovely eyes and I feel myself leaning to take one into my mouth. I take her small hand and wrap it around my aching cock. She gasps at the feel of it, hot and heavy in her hand. I show her the right pace and grip to use. She’s a quick learner and I nearly question her about it, but I refrain. I give her tits all of my attention, sucking, biting, kissing every inch of them in tandem.

“I want you to take your pleasure tonight sweet little Duchess.”

“What do you mean?” She asks quietly.

Her hand stops stroking as she looks me in the eye.

“It means we will do this your way tonight.”

“Is this your version of an apology?” She looks hopeful. Round eyes and parted lips nearly make me say yes.

“I have nothing to apologize for, but this is the closest you’ll ever get.”

I grip her face and kiss her harshly. That’s enough fucking talking. 

“Wait. You said it’s the way I like it tonight.”

I relent and lean back on the chair and look at her expectantly. 

She slowly slides forward claiming my lips gently. She kisses me slowly with her sweet tongue gliding across my black teeth tenderly. I start to get impatient with just kissing so I grip her waist and put her bare cunt where I need it most. She removes her lips from mine and begins kissing down my neck timidly exploring things with the marvel of an inexperienced girl. Which she was. The idea that all of her first would always be mine nearly makes me impale her right then, but I don't.

“I liked it when you used your mouth on me. Back on Caladan.”

Without another word I stand keeping her in my arms as I walk to the bed. She wraps her arms around my shoulders startled. As I lay her on the bed she realizes that I’m honoring her request. I watch her slowly as I kiss her on her second pair of lips. Her core greets me with a sticky liquid coating my lips and I smear it all over her before using my tongue to flick against her clit. Her responsive little squeaks and sighs are like music to my ears. I spend my time teasing her, licking and sucking her folds as they bloom under my attention like petals covered in morning dew. Like the rain on Caladan on the lush grass. 

“Please stop teasing me. Please suck me where I need you to.” She begs.

So full of surprises and always so direct. I listen to her again and suck her swollen clit harshly and she moans. I roll my tongue like a snake over her as I suck setting a good pace for her. My fingers itch with the need to feel her grip them so I sink two fingers into her tight hole earning the loudest moan so far. Her nails dig into the back of my head no doubt breaking my skin as I feel a small trickle from one of the punctures. Fingers and tongue moving in sync I feel her walls flutter and grip me as she tense and cries out loudly. Anyone in the corridor would surely hear her pleasure filled cries. 

Once she comes down from her high she looks down at me and opens her arms beckoning me to her.

“Come here.”

Like a trained pet I did exactly as she asked. I settled on top of her between her warm thighs.

“Be gentle with me tonight, Feyd. Please.” She pulls me down to her lips and kisses me deeply. Fuck I’m obsessed with the feel of her, the taste of her. The soft give of her small body yielded to my hard muscled one. With the most restraint I’ve ever used in my life I enter her slowly. Her hiss is an improvement from last night's tears and pleas for me to stop. As I bottomed out inside of her only pleasure remained but I wouldn’t be blinded by it. I focus on keeping a languid pace she can enjoy. Excruciating deep strokes let me feel every centimeter of her, and I knew I would cum soon. She did something to me no one else ever has. She makes me feel pleasure without the pain. Something I haven't experienced in this capacity.

Feeling her now no one could convince me she wasn’t mine. She belonged to me and me alone. I would fill her up often so that my scent permanently blended with hers. So that you could not smell one of us without the other. My darlings would come to recognize the scent of her on me, and they would come to love it as much as me. I lock lips with her tongues clashing and tasting every inch of each other. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders pulled me flush against her. 

Whatever child comes from our union would be living proof of our joining. Our child would be half her and half me in the flesh and the idea appeals to me greatly. She tightened her legs around me and circled her hips as I pushed even deeper somehow. I felt myself grip her neck tightly, but she didn’t quit her movements against me. I groan deep in my throat and she screams silently as we both find our peak, but I refuse to stop. I need more, more, more. I start ramming into her much like last night but this time she doesnt ask me to stop.

She rides her wave with me never looking away from me. My grip on her neck doesn’t ease and I can’t make myself release her, not until I get what i'm searching for. I feel the tingles in my balls and a sharp jab in my lower abdomen as I force myself to cum for a second time in such a short period of time. Only when my cock has emptied every drop into her does my hand let go of her delicate neck.

Her loud gasp fills the room as she tries to catch her breath. I expect her to be upset or angry, but she isn’t. She looks satisfied, sweaty, and mine. A red ring around her neck was already forming. 

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Calista's Dream

Hi there, this is my first ever attempt at writing and posting anything on Tumblr. I won't lie it's a bit intimidating. However, I decided to give it a try. I love Feyd so much that I was compelled to go for it. This will be a series. I'm not sure how long yet. I wont be following the Dune storyline fyi. This part is in 3rd person but the rest will not be done this way, it just happened and I couldn't stop it lol.All of pictures from my collage are from pintrest and I don't claim them as my own I just put them together for a little vibe.

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Introduction

10175 AG

“A girl! Your Grace, a healthy baby girl.” called Dr Yueh.

The rolling thunder was all the louder in the silent room. The Red Duke found himself confused, disappointed and yet joyous. He had begged Jessica for a son and yet here he stood father to a daughter. Jessica watched him closely from the birthing bed. She was covered in sweat and utterly relieved her duty was done. 

“Come name your daughter Your Grace.” Said Lady Jessica calmly.

Duke Leto walked across the room slowly and gracefully as if he didn't feel the floor falling out from under his feet. Jessica held the girl snuggly against her chest. The babe was resting peacefully; she hadn't even cried as she made her way into the world. 

“Is she well?” Inquired Duke Leto hesitantly. 

“She is quite healthy. Small but strong.” Answered the doctor. 

Jessica passed the child into his arms. Only once wrapped securely in his arms did she open her big gray eyes. His heart skipped a beat and he was overwhelmed with unconditional love for his daughter. Although she isn’t the son he asked for, she was perfect. His perfect daughter and he would cherish her until his dying day.

“Calista. Calista Atreides.”

“A lovely name.” Said Lady Jessica, smiling to herself.

“It means most beautiful, because she surely is the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. Thank you Jessica, for giving me more than I could have imagined.”

Calista Atreides came with one of the biggest storms in Caladan’s history and much like a storm she was the calm that inevitably followed. 

Leto happily announced her birth and named her his heir leaving many shocked at his decision. He could still have sons even if Lady Jessica wasn’t willing to give them to him, but he was content. Now that he had Calista he didn’t want anything. She was enough, she was a part of him and he was proud. His love for Jessica grew tenfold knowing that she had given him such a gift. 

Thufir Hawat was adamant the Duke reconsider naming his daughter as heir to House Atreides. He came up with endless possibilities of such a thing ending catastrophically whenever he tried to calculate a better outcome none came forward. 

“My Duke, she could be taken away and trained by the Bene Gesserit. She would not be a true Atreides then. She would be one of them.”

Leto considered this and simply informed Thufir his beloved daughter would never be taken from Caladan while there was breath in his body.

By 10185 The Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam arrived on Caladan unannounced no less stating urgent business for Lady Jessica in the middle of the night. The Reverend mother wanted to lay eyes on the girl herself. For she could barely accept that Jessica defied her most beloved Duke.

After formalities and respects were paid. Gaius demanded to be brought to Calista Atreides.

Lady Jessica led her through the corridors silently. Neither of them spoke for they both knew the true meaning of this visit. This mere girl would bring forth the Kwisatz Haderach, and she must undergo proper training despite the Duke's wishes to keep her home.They reached the girls chambers and Jessica opened the door as quietly as possible. However when they looked upon her the child was not asleep. She was looking right at them from the comfort of her many blankets and pillows.

“Cali, there is someone you must meet.” Lady Jessica coaxed her from under the mountain of blankets.

Calista sat up and looked at the Reverend mother in the doorway. She felt a strong dislike for the old croon right away. Feeling such a strong aversion to the woman she tensed once she saw her step over the threshold into her bedroom. 

“You look like a viper ready to strike, child. Why?” Asked the old woman her crows feet deepening.

Cali looked at her mother with a question in her innocent brown eyes. Eyes that were once gray like Letos.

“Speak freely Calista. Lies will do you no justice here.”

“I saw you once before, in a dream..in a nightmare.”

Mohiam lifted her head, not surprised by the revelation.

“And what happened in this nightmare?”

“I only remember the start and the finish of the nightmare. You take me away from my home, from my father.”

Jessica stroked her daughter's thick wavy hair. Hair as black as Leto's own.

“What else?” prompted Jessica.

“I die. I die before my time.”

A deafening silence fell upon the three of them.

“How do you die?”

“Bloody and split open, before my child can take his first breath, before he can live.”

Jessica gasps. Calista never mentioned any such dream to her. She saw the boy, the Kwisatz Haderach, the one she was made to bring forth into the world. The poor girl was only ten years old, and yet she knew she would die in childbirth if taken by the sisterhood. 

“And this all stemmed from you being given formal training by the sisterhood? How do I know this isn’t some ploy for you to stay on Caladan.”

“Lies would do no justice here Reverend mother. If what I said was untrue you would know.”

The finality in the statement of a mere child felt too confounding, too absolute. At only ten years old, a babe to this infinite existence of time and space this child carried an air of understanding. 

The truth of the matter was Gaius Helen Mohiam intended on taking Calista this very night to begin training as a Bene Gesserit sister. At ten years old, she had already spent too much time with her parents on caladan when normally she would have been taken during infancy to assure the best outcome of her purpose. However, this was different. She was the Duke's heir, and she was the mother of the Messiah, and somehow, leaving Caladan this night would assure her doom and that of their long-awaited plans. Not only would she die in childbirth, but so would her son. 

“You may stay here child, your mother will train you herself, but you must know you will leave Caladan one day never to return.”

“My mother told me you can’t see the future.”

Ah, there it was the Atreides defiance. Mohiam thought and with that she returned to her no ship leaving Calista tucked away safely in her bed. Her training wasn’t worth the life of all that they had waited for. Jessica was skilled enough to train her here from the comfort of Caladan, it would do.

Calista Atreides was her father's daughter. She was much more Leto than Jessica in every way that counted. She was born an Atreides, and perhaps she would die that way too, but one thing was certain she would never be a part of the sisterhood.

That very same week Leto informed Gurney to begin training Cali in combat. Ten years old was plenty old enough to learn self defense.

“Okay little duchess I want you to mimic my movements as best you can. Like this. “ he demonstrated some simple stances and movements for her to follow. She did so with ease.

“Excellent form Cali, you're a natural. Now I want you to use the movements I've shown you and strike me here.”  he pointed to his padded chest. Small but mighty indeed she fought with everything she had. He didn't even have to coax it out of her. 

“Your father will be very proud to hear of your progress Cali.”

“When will we use swords Gurney?” He smiled at that and the large scar on his face rippled.

“One thing at a time little lady. One thing at a time.”

As the years went on Calista mastered hand to hand combat as well as sword fighting which was led by Duncan Idaho. The discipline needed for sword fighting didn't come as naturally as hand to hand but with time and practice she got there. Her small stature allowed her to move quickly and efficiently. Striking fast and moving away from danger was her usual tactic. 

Over the years she did train with her mother Lady Jessica in the arts of the sisterhood however her heart was not in it as it was with her combat training. Along with combat and Bene Gesserit skills she was taught history, linguistics, and politics at an extensive level. 

When she was just thirteen her father received an order from Emperor Shaddam IV stating she was to be betrothed to Feyd Fautha Harkonnen, the Na Baron of Giedi Prime. He was just one year her senior and already quite the capable Harkonnen if the rumors were to be believed. He was vicious for one so young and Leto feared what would become of his precious Calista. A knock on his study door broke him from his deep thoughts.

“Father, can I come in?”

“Come in Cali, there's something I want to discuss with you.”

His dark haired dark eyed daughter walked to him still in her training clothes. She was still small for her age but her eyes held a wisdom he could never understand. 

“I’ve just received word on your betrothal from the Emperor himself. You are to wed Feyd Rautha Harkonnen on your twentieth birthday. In just six short years I will have to part with you- only for a time.”

“Feyd Rautha. I’ve heard of him, he is my age ,and the Barons chosen heir over his elder brother Glossu Rabban.”

“Yes my darling girl. You are very well informed on these matters it seems.” He pulled her to his armrest so she could sit with him.

She put her small hand on his cheek.

“You look very troubled by this news father. Why?”

“The Emperor forcing my hand in this makes it feel as though you’re a sacrificial lamb being led to slaughter.”

He squints his eyes as he looks at her. He wasn’t sure why he said such a thing to his own daughter but he couldn’t help being truthful at this moment, he would never lie to himself so he would grant her the same courtesy.

“I am no lamb, father. I am you. Feyd Rautha Harkonnen will have no choice but to treat me according to my station. I am a Duke's heir in my own right. I am your heir, your beloved Calista. Do not fear, fear is the mind killer.”

He smiled hearing her mirror her mothers words.

“You are me. I would like to increase your combat training. You’ve made incredible progress these last few years, but when you leave the comfort of your home I want to be certain no matter what the Harkonnen intend, you can hold your own.”

“Size doesn’t matter, skill matters, heart matters. Any man that mistakes me for a lamb will pay with his life.”

“Now you sound like Gurney.”

He kissed his daughter's forehead and sent her on her way. He had to send his reply to the Emperor. He would accept the betrothal with conditions of course. Feyd Rautha would court her properly and he would meet her family face to face on her home planet a month before the wedding. It was not much, but at least it was something.

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Calista's Dream Chapter 7

All art from Pinterest. I'll link at the bottom of this chapter.

Warnings: Mentions of pedo Vladimir Harkonnens tastes. Spit kink and sexual content. Also, there is mention of puking and vomit. 18+ only please 🙏🏽

Word count:2.3k

Chapter 7

After the night Feyd apologized for the consummation ceremony, things became different between us. Instead of avoiding me, he sought me out often and vigorously. He would spill himself into me twice in one go always. It was like he would become frenzied like he was compelled to. He also took it upon himself to train me in combat. 

“When we sparred you were too focused on striking quickly and moving away. I want you to focus on killing blows. On Giedi Prime any fight you’ll have will be to the death. You must learn to kill, quickly and efficiently before your size becomes an advantage for your enemy.” 

“And if I can’t, kill so easily?” I questioned.

“You will, because when your life's on the line, you’re not you anymore. You’ll become your baser self, you’ll become an animal trapped in a snare.”

“An animal?”

“Yes.” He hissed into my ear with his blade pressed into my neck.

Days turned to weeks, and I found myself learning quickly under his instruction. Admittedly, there had been times our fighting turned carnal right on the floor of the training room. There was a wildness in his eyes when I fought him. When I bit him and scratched him and did everything I could to beat him he would grow hard on top of me and then he would fuck me into submission.

The Baron would invite me to the necessary public appearances, but beyond that, I was kept away like a dirty secret from the public eye of Giedi Prime. I had not received any correspondence from Caladan, and I knew they were being kept from me. I was currently navigating the treacherous corridors to meet the Baron to discuss my concerns about the matter. My personal servant, who I named Mia, was currently cleaning the chambers I shared with Feyd, so I didn’t bother to ask her to escort me. Outside of the Barons quarters I’m stopped by two guards who question me about the unexpected visit.

One steps inside to relay the message and then I’m granted access to the large room. On the bed in all his grotesqueness was Vladimir Harkonnen and two disturbingly young hairless boys. Looking at them further they look startlingly like my husband and something clicks into place in my  sub consciousness. They lacked Feyd’s lean muscle but there in the eyes and the lips the resemblance was stark and undeniable. 

“My lovely Princess Atreides, how kind of you to visit me.”

“I’m afraid this isn’t simply a friendly calling.”

“Oh?” he smirks at me, enjoying me witnessing his slave's petting and kissing him.

My stomach churned with bile and acid burned the back of my throat. I swallow it down and continue.

“I haven’t received any letter from my family in the time I’ve been here. I’m curious to know if perhaps they were misplaced somehow.”

“Ah, you’ve been here for some weeks now, and you never sought them out before. I thought perhaps you were too preoccupied with my lovely Feyd to care.” A scheming glint lit his eyes, and the pupil nearly reflected the low light in the room. 

He was a predator. A wolf disguised as a gluttonous man. Over indulgence was a mask he hid behind while he plotted against his enemies. Me being one of them. 

“I would very much like to be in contact with my family. I’m sure they are eager to hear how easily I’ve transitioned here on Giedi Prime. How welcoming you have been.” The words slipped from my tongue and only after speaking them do I realize those words could be taken as a threat.

“Indeed I have been most welcoming to you in spite of the blood in your very veins. You’d do well to remember that girl.” He swatted his boys away and leaned as far forward as his bulging belly would allow.

I nod stoically knowing better than to poke a bear in his very own den. 

“Tell me, has Feyd succeeded in putting a child in you yet?”

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end. He sounded so invested in our bedroom business it disgusts me and the familiar churning amps up in my stomach.

The chamber door opens abruptly and the devil himself waltzes in looking struck at the prospect of finding me here, with his uncle. He struts up beside me staring me down with an unspoken promise. Without a word to me he looks at Vladimir. 

“Uncle. Why is my wife here?”

“She’s here for the pleasure of my company Feyd or do you not believe such a thing to be possible?” Those gleaming eyes looked at Feyd from head to toe.

“Don’t be sensitive now old man.” Feyd chided unfazed by his uncle's antics.

“Nevermind that. Have you succeeded in planting your seed inside of her Feyd as you were instructed?”

“Instructed?” I speak aloud without meaning to.

Feyd tenses beside me, not looking my way or responding.

“She will be seen by the physician in two days.”

“I see. Report back with the results lovely Feyd, I’ve been told your darlings miss you greatly.”

That was indeed the final blow to this match between Vladimir and I. He reigned victorious, and I was left bleeding on the floor. I once again felt like the hollow husk of a girl that remained after the consummation ceremony. 

“Oh and princess Atreides?”

I move my eyes from the floor to look at my enemy.

“I’ll have those letters delivered this evening. In the future you need only ask the nearest slave.” He smirks at me knowing full well this round went to him.

I nod and excuse myself from the room like a bat out of hell. Once out of view of his quarters I bend over and empty the contents of my stomach until I’m left retching and dry heaving. I can’t breathe. I can't breathe. A pair of powerful hands find me in my corner of solitude. 

“Breathe Calista. Breathe.”

He was pressed against me, one arm wrapped around my middle and the other wrapped around my hair pulling it away from the mess. I continued to dry heave, but he stayed right there holding me up. He was the only thing preventing me from crumbling to the floor. I felt off, I felt vulnerable and I felt disgusted with the realization that Vladimir Harkonnene lusts after his own nephew.

“Why did you go there Calista? Why?”

He spoke with urgency and I feared he was on the verge of being pulled too far. 

I sit up and face him, and he wipes my vomit away with his bare hands totally unfazed.

“He was keeping my letters, so I went to confront him about it.”

He looks at me intently, digesting my words before it seems he was more the Feyd I knew again. He nodded his head knowing I was close with my parents.

“I will only tell you this once. Never show up to his chambers again. Never face him without me. Do you understand?” 

“I do.”

“Have you only been with me so often to-”

“Don’t let him twist you. Don’t let him make you weak. You should know better, little Duchess.” He interrupts. 

“Answer me plainly, Feyd. Is what he said true? Were you ‘instructed’ to be with me that way?”

With that he jerks me by the arm and pulls me all the way to our chambers slamming the door behind us. Before I can blink he pounces on me, punishing and possessive. All teeth and biting, all  sucking and bruising. I can’t think. I can’t think, but it’s not fear holding me hostage. It’s him. His very being. His touch against my skin awakened a deep beast that had been dormant my entire life.

“DON’T TOUCH ME.” my voice rings out between us and he follows my instructions against his own will. I had never used the voice on anyone besides my mother in practice. I was just as stunned as him, but I needed to know the truth. 

We both stand silently looking at the other, our chests moving at an equally wild pace.

“I need to know Feyd. Did he make you do this against your will?”

I was terrified of the answer. If he said yes I don’t know how I would live with that knowledge.

“He ordered me to breed you, yes. But you are mine to do with as I please. I would have bred you regardless of his instruction. You are mine by law and by right. He needs to feel in control and sometimes I allow it.” He admits.

I stare at him digesting his words. 

“Did you truly want me? Are you just doing this so I can be a broodmare for your house? So we can fill these halls with little Harkonnen children?”

He approaches me slowly then and I wait for him to strike a venomous blow. 

“You belong to me...I should be beneath your skin Calista, I should be so deep inside you no one could pry me out. Our children will be living proof of our joining and I will relish in it because it’s the closest I’ll ever get to truly living inside you.”

It was a blow indeed, but not venomous in the slightest. Perhaps it was twisted and a bit bizarre but it was also beautiful. 

I reach out my hand to him and he seizes me and devours me with his pillow lips. I think this was his own version of love. Though I can admit I could never picture him professing his undying love to me, this felt much the same. Actually this felt even better. His obsession with me is clear, as clear as my portrait staring at us from across the room. The portrait that proves he wanted me before he knew me and now that he had me he couldn’t stand to be separate from me. He wanted the living proof of us to grow within me and be born to walk these very halls. 

“I want you too, Feyd. Even on Caladan before I could identify it. I wanted you.”

“No more talking.”

With this he tosses me onto our bed, making the world spin around me. He can’t be bothered removing my clothes from my body before he lifts the skirt of my gown up tucking it beneath my back. My underclothes are ripped away. I’m left lying on my back but he rotates my hips just so, so that my ass will press against him. He enters me without warning or any preparation and the sting hurts so good. He’s brutal as he pounds into me. Like he was trying to pound in the words he wants me to believe.

He failed to realize he didn’t have to. I believed him. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t even speak. The entire bed bounced off the wall with each thrust. He ripped the top of my gown open so he could watch my breasts bounce in tow with him. He leans down and takes my nipple into his wet warm mouth. I feel his saliva slap against my chest as pulls away. His teeth are the next thing I feel. On the other breast when he bites me harshly reveling in the whimper that leaves me.

His hand grips my face feeling like unyielding metal. He makes sure our eyes are locked before he speaks to me.

“Don’t ever use the voice on me again.”

His grip hardens on me, causing real pain to bloom and my eyes to moisten. His hand moves from my jaw to my hair and he tugs harshly making my chin jut forward. 

“Open your mouth my sweet pet.”

I do as he asks, opening my mouth hesitantly, unsure of why he was asking such a thing right now. Before I can deduce his reasoning he spits onto my bottom lip. While looking me in the eye daring me to complain.

“Lick it up pet.”

I do as if he used the voice on me. My own body obeyed him without my consent.

“Good girl. Open wide this time so I don’t miss.”

I do. I open wide so that when he spits again it lands right on my tongue and he groans at the sight.

“Swallow Cali.” His shark eyes are blown wide. Only the deep dark black that is his pupil remains. Not even a rim of blue could be seen and it was a haunting sight. However instead of fear I felt fascination that I could bring this out of him. He licks his thumb wantonly before I feel it probing at my puckered hole. He uses more spit to make sure it was wet enough and pushes his thumb all the way inside me. Moan after moan spills from my lips and I feel my eyes roll back into my skull.

“Look at me Cali. Look at me.”

I find him again with my eyes and I clench around him so tight.

“Who am I Calista?” BANG BANG BANG, goes the headboard against the wall.

I don’t know what he means, I don’t even know my own name anymore.

“Who-”

BANG

“Am-”

BANG

“I?”

BANG

“You’re me.”

I whisper out as if parting with the deepest darkest secret between us. A secret I knew existed since the first moment we were alone together those months ago on Caladan. We were one. 

“You’re me, and I’m you Feyd.” Tears flow from my eyes as I cum with him. His cum felt endless as he continued to thrust into me and I felt myself losing my grasp on reality before blackness absorbed me into a peaceful slumber.

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Calista's Dream Chapter 5

I don't own the art used per usual. It's all from Pinterest. So we all know Feyd is psychotic so this is me channeling that energy. Tbh I love a fine psychotic love interest that pushes the boundaries of love and toxicity.

Warnings: dub con/non con elements, uninformed voyeurism. 18+ only please 🙏🏽

Word count: 2.2k

I was seated next to Feyd Rautha near the gluttonous Baron as he shoveled unfathomable amounts of food into his mouth. Feyd barely touched his food and sat stiffly in his chair. There were about twenty noble Harkonnen couples around the table. More than once, I caught the lecherous looks of the male counterparts, and it made my skin crawl. The Baron however couldn’t be bothered to socialize with them, for he was far too preoccupied with plates stacked so high they would surely topple to the floor. 

After dinner my husband disappeared and I was bathed meticulously by the nameless slave who used her body to shield me earlier. She washed my hair very gently, almost as if she was afraid of it, which made me smile. Once we were done I noticed there was a red mesh robe laid out on the bed. 

“We must prepare you for the consummation Na Baroness.”

“Oh, of course.”

She placed the robe over my shoulders helping me put my arms in each hole. I flinch slightly when I feel her move to drape something across my eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Na Baron requested you wear this tonight.”

“A blindfold? Why?”

“I can not say.” She looked down at the floor like she did so often.

“What will happen once you blindfold me?” I ask hesitantly.

“I will lead you to the ceremony room, where Na Baron awaits you.”

I nod my head slowly agreeing to the terms. With the blindfold secured she grasps my hands and places them on her shoulders before moving slowly before me guiding me away from the quarters that had become familiar to me in this short time. 

The place beyond the doors was just as silent as earlier today when I explored them, and the walk seemed to take much longer than I anticipated.

“Are we almost there?”

“Yes, Na Baroness.”

I hear large doors creak open and I’m led into a warm room. Much warmer than the chilly empty corridors. She removes my hands from her shoulders and then moves away from me leaving me feeling vulnerable and insecure.

“Wife.” Feyd calls out to me from nearby. 

I feel him grip my waist and pull me towards him before I smack against his bare chest ungracefully.

“What’s going on I-”

“Shhh.” He leans down to my ear before continuing.

“Don’t remove the blindfold, no matter what you hear.”

Without another word he lifts me off the floor placing me on an elevated platform. There was a silky material beneath my body but not much give besides that.I rubbed my hand around me trying to get a grasp of my surroundings. Feyd Rauthas hands stroke against my breasts slowly making me seek out his lips blindly. Our lips briefly brush before he shoves me flat on my back seemingly agitated with my attempt. My lips quiver in fear, this level of disadvantage struck a chord inside my brain. Alarm bells were ringing and I try to sit up before his large hand pressing on my chest prevents it.

“Don’t.” He orders harshly. 

“Please let me up, I don’t like this. I can’t see anything.” I plead.

A low chuckle sounds from somewhere else in the room and I jerk my head toward the offending sound. Are there others in this room? Watching us? Horror drains the color from my face. I move my hands up to the blindfold quickly, but Feyd grips my hands and pins them above my head. I feel his lips brush my ear again before he speaks calmly to me.

“I said don’t remove it. No matter what you hear.” 

He squeezes my wrists to emphasize his words. As if to pacify me, he kisses me then. A slow exploring kiss that would have put me at ease any other time, but not now. My body is rigid as he continues kissing me, slowly licking into my mouth deeply. He squeezes my wrists again, silently ordering me to keep them there above my head. His giant hands slither down my frame, gripping and pinching as they travel. I feel each of his hands warp around my thigh and spread my legs as wide as they can go before he settles between them.

His large erection rubs against me suddenly, and he begins to pull the mesh robe up around my waist, not removing it from my form completely. He detaches his lips from mine before slowly moving down to suck on my nipple through the mesh material. A small sigh leaves my lips and he swirls his tongue around before moving to do the same to the other. All the while his erection rests against my heated entrance twitching occasionally. I slowly move my hands down. I want to explore his body as much as he explores mine, and he lets me. I feel him tense slightly at first but then he relaxes as I slowly stroke his muscled back up and down with both hands. 

He bites my nipple and I dig my nails into his back reflexively and he sighs quietly before claiming my lips again. My thighs naturally wrap around his waist as I feel my body become soft again. Forgotten was the misplaced chuckle from somewhere in the room. Right now all I could think about was him, the feel of him, the taste of him. It was all so overwhelming. He reaches between us letting his finger circle my clit bringing back memories of the night we shared together. 

My moan slips out, and he's there to capture it with his lips just like that night. His finger works quickly and deftly before his hand is absent and it’s been replaced with his manhood. He strokes it up and down my slit, letting it slip and slide against me. Earning a groan from the both of us, which prompts him to slowly enter me. I pull away from his lips to breathe slowly and more controlled, preparing myself for what was next.

He breaks me apart, sliding until balls deep in one long stroke, causing me to cry out. It hurts so much that tears are caught by the blindfold. They keep coming until eventually one leaks down my face. Feyd captures it with his tongue and then rests his forehead on mine.

“Such a good pet.” 

This earns laughter from various spots in the room around me. I tense then and cause myself unspeakable pain in the process. 

I whimper aloud and try to push him away from me, out of me, but he won’t budge.

“Don’t fight me Calista, it’ll only be worse.”

“Feyd stop please. Why am I blindfolded? Are we being watched-”

He captures my lips and kisses me harshly as if punishing me for asking questions. He pulls out of me before diving in brutally. Earning a shriek from me, but it doesn’t stop him. He does it over and over, and I find myself trying to scoot backward and away. The faceless voices around the room snicker at my attempt. Feyds grip on my waist stops my attempt to run before he flips me onto all fours and re enters me with a splintering stroke of his cock. He pushes my head down onto the silks below us and holds me exactly where he wants me. What can I do? What can I do? The fear settles into me and I start to cry burying my face into the silk.

“Remove her robe Na Baron. I want to see-”

A resounding hiss from Feyd silences any other attempts at speaking amongst the viewing crowd. Skin slapping skin is all that can be heard now as well as my quiet sniffles here and there. With his hips pistoning into me I bite my knuckles to prevent myself from sobbing. 

Feyd Rautha starts panting like an animal in heat, and I just want it to be over, so I move my hips back, meeting each thrust. His hand settles on my lower back, helping me meet him thrust for thrust, and he moans above me. I feel him lie his front against my back as if he can’t get enough of feeling me. It's as if he wants to absorb my soft skin and bones with his much more hard ones. It's as if he's trying to merge us into a single being.

 He groans into my ear before biting down on the back of my neck painfully as he releases his seed so deeply inside of me. He brushes against a tender spot, and I feel myself reach an unknown peak. I bite my knuckles even more, refusing to cry out in pleasure. Warmth paints my insides, and he keeps stroking until he hisses and shivers behind me. He grips a fist full of my hair, pulling me up with him, forcing his despicable lips onto mine. His arm was placed across me, covering my breasts. He removes himself from the platform before guiding me down as well. 

I try to stand but my legs give out beneath my weight which causes raucous laughter around the room.

“Feyd, what a lovely performance as always. You may go.” Baron Vladimir spoke clearly, no doubt wanting me to know he was present.

Feyd scoops me up into his arms before walking out of the too warm room. All I can do is rest my head against his shoulder and let him carry me out. I was in no state to protest, although I continued to cry silently. Once we reach his chambers he removes the blindfold from my eyes and carries me to the bathing area. He doesn’t speak to me or try to comfort me; he simply watches me as he lowers us both into the tub. The hot water stings my sensitive folds causing me to hiss at the contact. 

“You did well tonight.” He says with pride as he strokes my cheek softly reminiscent of the first time on Caladan. 

“Why?”

He doesn’t respond for a long time as he stares off into space, although he continues to stroke me.

“It had to be done.” He says with finality. 

He didn’t want to continue this conversation. That much was clear.

“Will we ever have to-”

“No. Never again.”

I look him in the eye and see the truth there.

The next morning I woke up alone in the large bed. My core felt battered and bruised and it hurt to move. The nameless slave appeared by my side looking concerned.

“Na Baroness, I’ve been ordered to keep you in bed today. Whatever you need I will provide.” She bows looking at the floor as if she’s ashamed.

“Did you know what would happen there last night?”

“Yes, but I was not permitted to tell you. Forgive me. The Baron demanded the old tradition be upheld, I heard Na Baron Feyd Rautha was not pleased when he received the news."

“It’s not your fault. I just- I don't quite understand any of this or why it happened, and I'm in so much pain."

I felt so hollow. Like a husk of a person. Had I really been reduced to this in such a short time? Was there no fight left in me?

"I have something here for the pain." She holds out a small white pill and a glass of water.

“Are you hungry Na Baroness? I can have the kitchens prepare something special for you.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

After eating and refreshing myself in the bathing chamber I climb back into bed and lounge.

“When will my chambers be ready for me to move into?”

“Na Baron informed the staff you would no longer be needing your own accommodations. You are to reside with him permanently.”

I couldn’t bother responding to her revelation, I was too exhausted. I felt too weak, and I found myself drifting into a slumber even though it was only mid day. I hear movement near me and feel the bed dip, causing me to readjust. I snuggled deeper into the pillow I hugged against my torso. I then felt slow, soft strokes in my hair, lulling me back to sleep.

When I awake the room is dark, but I can feel eyes on me. Watching my every move.

“You slept the day away, pet. Who knew pleasure would take so much out of you?”

Without turning over to look at him I shake my head.

“You’re mistaken, there was no pleasure, only pain.” My shoulders tense as I feel him adjust behind me.

“Is there a difference, wife?” He questions genuinely. Running his large palm down my back. I hug the pillow closer as if it could save me. His touch once excited me, but now I felt only fear. I could remember asking him to stop only to be ignored. I could hear the chuckles from the room and feel the vulnerability of being fucked in front of a crowd while blindfolded. Last night may haunt me forever. 

“Yes. There is.” I say firmly.

He hums contemplatively as if mulling over a brand new discovery. Perhaps for him pleasure and pain were one in the same but that was no excuse.

“I want my own chamber, Feyd Rautha.”

His hand moves from my back to my hair gripping it painfully forcing me to turn and face him. My lips quiver as I look him in his eyes. 

“No.” He bites out brushing his nose against my cheek staring into one eye.

“You said I need only speak my wishes and they would be granted. Was that a lie?”

His hand loosens half an inch as he watches me.

“Are you angry with me, pet? You wish to leave my bed?”

I close my eyes tightly, too afraid to look at him any longer as I speak.

“You hurt me last night and I don’t trust you anymore.”

He laughed a deep offensive laugh for a solid two minutes right in my face.

“Trust. Unfortunately, my innocent little pet Giedi Prime is deprived of trust."

He spits the last word bitterly.

"You will adapt."

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Calista's Dream Chapter 1

Hi, I'm back with another one. Once again, I don't own the pictures. I just used them for a vibe 😌

Word count:2.5k

Warnings: she cuts herself intentionally in this chapter but not because she wants to. Also, my future chapters will have adult content, so be aware that this is for 18+

Chapter 1

10195 AG

It was an unusually sunny day on Caladan and I wasted no time escaping from my mother. She’s planning the arrival of my betrothed who is due to arrive within a week from today. She’s coordinating flowers to match my dress and wine to compliment the chosen meat that will be served at the feast following the nuptials. Meanwhile I couldn’t care less about any of it. I didn’t have a choice in the matter so why should I be bothered in planning for it. He will arrive in Caladan an entire month before the wedding so that he can court me properly according to my fathers wishes. I was not opposed to the idea of courting, but it all seemed useless now. The Emperor ordered this arrangement; neither Feyd Rautha or myself would have chosen each other if that weren’t the case. Our houses were rivals, I dare not say enemies for fear of upsetting my father. He would no longer accept that term when referring to the family I would be marrying into. 

My dark hair blew in a strong gust of wind as I looked out at the vast body of water ahead of me. I would be leaving my home in just over a month and I had come to terms with it. I’ve been saying goodbye for now in my own way. It was not a final farewell for I knew in my soul I would die on Caladan, because I am an Atreides. I lay flat on my back in the damp green grass soaking in the beautiful sunlight, knowing I’ll soon be an inhabitant of Giedi Prime with its black sun. While deep in thought I notice Gurney running towards me looking upset. I sit up so he can find me easier in the tall grass.

“Gurney, what's the matter?”

“Little Duchess, your parents sent me to find you. They are here.”

“They?”

“The Harkonnens, my lady.They’ve come a week early, no doubt to catch us by surprise.”

“Feyd Rautha is here, on Caladan right now?”

The very idea struck me and I felt myself break out into a nervous sweat. I wasn’t prepared. I had more time to- to wrap my mind around his arrival. He wasn’t supposed to be here today. 

“Lady Jessica is in your chambers, you must hurry Little Duchess. She wants you to change and prepare yourself for a formal introduction.”

With that I’m off, sprinting across the tall grass in order to prepare quickly for the unexpected guest. Gurney's laugh in my wake is confirmation that my back is covered in wet grass stains. My mother will have to work magic to get me ready quickly. 

“Where have you been?” exclaimed Lady Jessica.

“You’re covered in grass Calista!”

“I’m sorry. They weren’t supposed to be here so soon.”

We remain silent while stripping the stained gown and damp underclothes. A maid pulled out an elaborate emerald green gown with matching jewelry and hair pieces. 

“Your father has already received our guest in the great hall. He is entertaining him there while they wait for us. The kitchen has already begun preparing a feast. Be calm, all is well.”

Jessica could sense the nervous energy from her daughter and it made her feel all the more high strung given the circumstance. 

“Do not show fear to him, Cali. For if you do he will crave more of it.”

“I know, mother. I’m just surprised, is all. I thought I had more time.”

Castle Caladan was warm and cozy even though it was large and spread out. There was a warmth deep within the stone of those walls that can not be manufactured. It was the warmth of home, of love and familial bonds, a feeling that came after the birth of Calista and had lingered for some twenty years now.

When my mother and I stepped into the great hall silence fell upon the Duke and Na Baron who sat across from each other at the great table. There was a tension in the air no doubt from the early intrusion made by the Harkonnen. It seemed the Na Baron traveled with nothing less than a small armada. A show of force perhaps from Baron Vladimir himself. One wall had Atreides soldiers lined up and the opposite was the same for the Harkonnnen. This felt less like an introduction between a couple whose pending nuptials were mere days away and more like a meeting before a battle. A last ditch effort to broker peace before the inevitable war followed.

My father and our early guest rise to their feet as I make my way into the room. My emerald dress swishes with each step I take, I ensure my shoulders are back and my head is held high. I would not be shaken by him. The great room is bathed in sunlight as the sun still shines brightly outside and for a moment I wish I was still just a girl laying in damp grass.

“Na Baron Feyd Rauth, may I present to you my daughter and Heir Calista Atreides.” my father places his hand on the small of my back as I stand beside him.

I reach my hand out to the Na Baron and feel his warm lips graze my knuckles as he bows briefly before me.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you my lady.” 

Once he speaks I realize his teeth are painted obsidian black and I almost cringe.

His predatory eyes watched every twitch of my face muscles, every slight movement of my lips as I welcomed him to Caladan. His eyes remind me of the birds of prey. He watches calmly and intently taking in the lilt of my voice. More than this his own voice was so wholly unique it caused a slight shiver to travel up my spine. He was so pale white the sun shining into this very room could damage his skin. He wore black armor similar to the Harkonnen armada standing around the room. I take him in from head to toe and have to crane my neck to look up at him. I had always been small and now as a grown woman of nearly twenty I stood an entire head shorter than him at least.

He seems pleased by the fact I have to look up at him to see his eyes and he offers me a wolfish grin.

My mother interjects with “We have prepared a feast for this evening once you have rested from your travels Na Baron. Calista will show you to your chambers now.”

My mother gives me a pointed look that only mothers have mastered.

“Of course follow me.”

With that I'm off leading him down winding corridors a few short paces ahead of him as he shortens his steps to stay just behind me and out of sight. For the sake of being polite I decided to try and make conversation with him.

“We weren’t expecting you so soon Na Baron, is there a reason you moved up our scheduled timeline?”

 I attempt to turn my head slightly just to catch him in my line of sight, but he intentionally evades my attempt.

“I didn’t want to wait any longer.” His gravelly voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Quick and to the point. I halt my steps and face him head on as he smirks down at me. My reaction amuses him it seems.

“Are you saying you arrived here early because you couldn’t wait one more week to see me?”

He takes a large step towards me, making my breath catch in my chest.

“You’ve been mine for the last six years. I’ve waited long enough to see you with my own eyes, those pretty little portraits didn’t do you justice.”

He reaches his large powder white hand up and catches a strand of my long ebony hair. He rubs my silken hair between his fingers as he stares into my eyes without blinking. 

“You even smell pretty, Lady Atreides.”

He wantonly sniffs the strand of hair in his grasp. Making me shudder in disgust, and some other ambiguous feeling. I attempt to separate myself from him but he won’t budge, he continues to stare me down with his near dead eyes.

“Let me show you to your chambers Na Baron, you must be exhausted.”

I refuse to show him an ounce of fear remembering my mothers words. Besides he was on my home planet, I need not fear anything on Caladan. 

He smiles at me showing his black teeth much to my unease but he releases my hair and we continue our trek in silence.

As we reach his chambers I bid him farewell until the feast that is and take my leave quickly. The hairs on the back of my neck tell me he watches from the doorway as I make my departure. He watches me until I am completely out of his sight as I turn out of the guest wing entirely. Only then does the gooseflesh on my skin settle down.

Back in my own chambers my mother meets me in the corridor.

“Did you show fear?” She asks seriously. She was gripping her own navy gown tightly between her fingers.

“No.”

I grasp her worrying hand on her gown.

“B-but I think I amused him somehow. He said-”

Using the Atreides battle language she motions they will continue this conversation in her chamber with the door closed.

Once inside my chamber we secure the door and settle onto my chaise lounge chair together. 

“He told me he showed up here early simply because he was tired of waiting to see me.”

Lady Jessica tensed up slightly, alarming Cali.

“What? What is it?”

“He is eager to wed you it seems. I was hoping he would be indifferent, for your sake my Cali.”

Realization dawned on me the moment my mother voiced her concern. He was eager, he was looking forward to- to having me as his wife.

The evening came quickly and after changing into a fresh gown per my mothers request I was heading into the great hall for the welcome feast. My new gown was light blue and white lace with matching jewels of course. I wore my hair entirely up to avoid another incident with the Na Baron touching my hair without permission. I hoped to convey a message to him. A message that said, I don't belong to you. Not yet at least.

 Once I entered the great hall I noticed my father was seated at the head of the table this time with Feyd Rautha at his left hand side with an empty seat beside him closest to her father. My mother sat regally on his right hand side taking stock of our Harkonnen guests around the table.

When the men noticed me they both stood and went to pull out my chair in unison. Feyd Rautha insisted as I was his betrothed and my father sat awkwardly, not used to his daughter being the center of another man's attention.

“Thank you Na Baron.”

I say politely as I take my seat. He then moves his chair a couple inches closer to my own than it was before. Not very subtle at all I think. He retakes his seat and quickly calls for my goblet to be filled with wine. Well isn't he attentive? I wonder if I can expect the same level of care once we are on Giedi Prime. Is he just luring me into a false sense of safety before revealing his true self? Try as I might I can’t seem to get a good read on him and it bothers me and puts me on edge.

He didn't speak much at dinner until it was time for speeches and thanks to be granted to the hosting house.

He stood from his seat beside me and raised his goblet of fine Caladan wine.

“I would like to take a moment to thank Duke Leto Atreides for being so hospitable to me although I arrived before our agreed timeline. However, having seen my bride in all her glory I should have come sooner.”

Many Harkonnen men bellow out joyous laughter at that and agree with whoops and cheers.

I look between them uneasily feeling like a prized trophy already.

“I would like to present my lady with a gift.”

A meek Harkonnen servant appeared with a finely decorated box that could only hold valuable jewels. He took the box from the servant and faced me. I took a short sip of wine to cover my nerves and received the box with a smile.

I opened the box and barely contained my shocked gasp. It was indeed not fine jewels, but a bloodied dagger. Not a clean dagger but a bloody one, even the handle was covered in blood.

“I- it’s lovely. Thank you.” I give him the best smile I can muster.

“It’s a Harkonnen tradition as I’m sure you know.”

His dead eyes seemed to come alive with some unknown emotion.

“Of course. I just didn’t realize the blade was meant to be...used.” 

I gesture for my gift to be brought forward so that I can offer it to him.

He opens the box and inspects the blade thoroughly. 

“A fine piece of art.”

“I do apologize since it’s missing blood.”

He looked at me and tilted his head as he looked me up and over taking note of the neckline of my gown.

“Certainly you can remedy that, My lady.”

He hands me the blade with an expectant look.

“I don’t understand, Na Baron-”

“-Your blood would do most nicely.”

There is a chill that freezes my blood to the bone. He sits once again in his chair that is still too close to mine. 

“I’m not sure what you mean.” 

I look at him as if he’s grown a second head. While my father watches the interaction closely, waiting for the slightest misstep on Feyd's part so he can call in our soldiers to defend the future Dutchess. My mothers warning plays in my head and I know what I have to do.

I take the pristine blade and grab the hilt, slowly and precisely I drag the blade against my palm covering it in my very own blood.

Once again his eyes are lit with some unknown emotion. All I know is they don't seem so dead when he looks at me that way, and I feel myself blush. He takes my offer staring at it in what I can only describe as reverence as he places it carefully in its rightful place. The same meek servant steps forward and removes the gift from the hall.

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Calista's Dream Chapter 2

I am just pushing this story out like it's nothing. That's the power of Feyd Rautha Harkonnen because I've literally never posted any of my writing until this. I'm so inspired ✨️ I hope you all are enjoying the story progress once again future chapters will contain sexual content so 18+ please.

Warnings:blood consumption

Word count:2.8k

Chapter 2

The next morning was slow. It was customary to sleep in after a welcoming feast given the guests usually over indulged in much wine. I was just thankful for a brief reprieve before our official courting began. My hand was wrapped neatly by Dr. Yueh last night. It stung whenever I tried to flex my hand slightly. I’m still not sure what compelled me to slice my palm just because he requested it. At the moment it seemed like the right thing to do but upon further reflection, I think it was a mistake. I only showed him that if he insisted I would bend to his will, because that is exactly what I did. I gave him what he asked for. I gave him my blood and he loved it. I can still recall the look in his predatory eyes when he saw my bright red blood coat the dagger. For a moment I thought he might lick it clean but thankfully he did not.

“My lady, it’s time for your promenade with the Na Baron.”

I wash my face at my vanity trying to mentally prepare for the day ahead. 

“He also requested a tour of the training yard. He needs to train daily, Lady Calista.”

“Of course thank you for informing me.”

With that she readied me for the mid day meal.

Yet again in the great hall Feyd Rautha and my father are seated identically to last night. They rise to greet me, but this time Feyd pulls out my chair without interruption from my father. I kiss my father on his cheek the same way I have every morning since I was a girl and he strokes my hair affectionately. Once I take my seat I greet The Na Baron with a simple 

“Good Morning.”

 My mother looks on with a sincere smile nodding her head in greeting. Her love had always been more reserved, more private than my fathers affections, but I knew she would do anything for me just as he would. 

Na Baron Harkonnen seems taken aback by the display of affection between father and daughter and thus does not relay a ‘Good morning’ in return. The food is quickly delivered and everyone begins eating without another word spoken. In order to break the ice Cali faces Feyd.

“I was informed you wanted to see the training yard. One of the maids mentioned training daily back on Giedi Prime. Is that true?”

He cuts his eyes to her youthful face and damp hair.

“Yes, it’s true. Why do you ask?”

“I also train daily. Perhaps we could-”

“-Cali, no I don’t think that's a good idea.” Said Leto.

“I would be honored, my lady.” said Feyd.

Jessica and Leto looked apprehensive. 

“Father? Is it alright?”

He nodded his approval, reluctant to offend the Na Baron.

An hour later I was dressed in my training garb which consisted of tight yet stretchy britches and a white peasant top tucked in neatly to the britches. I knocked on Feyd Rautha’s chamber in three sharp raps. He opened the door only a crack before seeing me and widening the gap.

“Are you ready Na Baron?”

He nodded once stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. They walked silently together with him just a few short paces behind her, out of her peripheral vision. 

“Our training yard has an awning so even when it rains we can enjoy the fresh air. The indoor area can get stuffy at times.” I was actually looking forward to sparring with him. I was eager to see if the rumors and gossip about him being a brutal animal were true. I felt a thrill deep down at the thought of it; seeing him for the beast he was rumored to be. 

“Here we are.” I pushed open the large double doors where some of the men were training under Duncans supervision. He nodded to me acknowledging mine and Na Baron Harkonnen's presence, but he did not approach. 

“Where would you like to start? Hand to hand perhaps?”

I offered hoping he would agree.

“Are you sure you’re capable?” He gestures to my wrapped hand that I had somehow forgotten about.

“It’ll be fine. It’s just sparring right?”

“Right.” 

We make our way to an available mat standing on opposite sides of the circle. His eyes are watching me more closely than usual which seems impossible. He gestures for me to make the first move. So I approach him slowly and deliberately. I strike out at his neck before he swiftly dodges the blow countering with a blow of his own which lands on my left side. I expected him to be a bit slower given his stature, but I was wrong. Noted.

 We trade blows back and forth, none landing. I was small and quick but he was using his size against me. He tried cornering me so I couldn't retreat before he grabbed hold of me. At the last second he was able to grab me and bring my back to his front. He wrapped his arms around my middle. For a moment we just breathe a bit worn out from the previous events. We had gone on for nearly ten minutes just grappling no one landing a single blow since his very first attack.

“You're fast my lady. I almost couldn’t catch you... almost.” He whispered right in my ear.

“You’re surprisingly fast for someone of your size, Na Baron. I’ll admit I was expecting slow but powerful blows.” I try to face him but his grip doesn’t allow for it.

“You adapted quickly. I was only able to land the first blow, I’m impressed, but you’re holding back.”

I try to turn to face him but he refuses to let me out of his grip.

“We’re just sparring are we not? Do you want me to unleash my full capabilities?” 

“I will if you will.” He whispers yet again in my ear.

With that I fling my head back catching him while he leaned into my ear to speak. The blow is enough for him to momentarily lose his grip and I use it to my advantage striking him in his gut with my elbow and moving out of his reach.

He smiles a black toothed smile at me, and I feel pride briefly before he charges at me full force and before I can even think he slams me on the foam mat knocking the breath from my body. Now at the advantage he straddles me at my waist totally trapping my legs. I try to use the menuvors Gurney taught me to use against bigger opponents but he pins my hands flush against the mat earning the attention of Duncan and the other soldiers present. 

I buck my hips trying with all my might to knock him off kilter, but it’s all for nothing. He’s too big, even with my years of training my strength will never be a true match to his. His eyes are even brighter than last night as I fight with everything inside of me to free myself. I manage to slip my bandaged hand out of his grasp from the sheer amount of sweat that has gathered there, and I slap him across the face with my full power. He grips my injured hand again this time squeezing it, pulling a whimper from me. I feel my cut reopen and he seems to notice this as well because he hasn’t looked away from my hand yet. I stop fighting and watch him intently as he removes the bandage exposing a small trickle of blood pooling on my palm. 

Hunger. That’s what I see in his eyes right now and it frightens me to my core. I heard tales from Gurney that some Harkonnen partake in cannibalism, but I never thought my betrothed would be one. Slowly and with all the fluidity of a snake he leans down and licks the pool of blood into his onyx mouth. His tongue startlingly pink compared to his black teeth makes me gasp. I freeze in fear and watch him while still pinned down beneath him as he licks my hand free of any blood that has gathered. Once he finishes his task he slowly rises off of me. I continue to lie on the floor shocked until Duncan Idaho kneels beside me.

“Cali, are you hurt?” He asked as he looked me over, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from Feyd Rautha.

“I’m fine Duncan, we were just sparring.” 

Who am I trying to convince? Every man here just saw him toss me around like a rag doll and lick my blood clean from my palm and now he’s staring at me like he wanted to come back over here and devour me bones and all. Duncan pulls me up to my feet, hands on my shoulders as he waits for me to shake off whatever spell I was under.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He persists.

I finally break my trance and look away from Feyd Rautha. I nod my head looking up at Duncan. He was like an older brother to me, somehow older but less mature. But here and now there was no playfulness in his eyes, only deep deep concern for me.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it. I’m gonna go get this taken care of.”

I gesture to my throbbing hand. Duncan nods at me and releases me from his grasp.I find myself looking at Feyd again, but now he only has eyes for Duncan.

“You will take her place, Atreides' pet.” He spits at Idaho.

That was the last thing I heard as I left the training room face red from all the pitying looks from the men there. He made a fool of me in front of them all. This is what my father was worried about I suppose. I just proved to everyone I’m nothing but a weak little girl.

I sit totally tuning out Dr. Yueh as he asks me about my wound. I couldn’t focus on a word he said. I felt so exhausted and weak physically. My father wanted me to be able to hold my own when this day came, but Feyd proved I was nothing compared to him. How would I survive this? What will my father say?

Later in the day I was soaking in a warm bath spiraling down a rabbit hole of self deprecating thoughts. I was nothing compared to him. If I hadn't been born so small. If I hadn't been born a girl. My back was stiff from the force of being slammed. I realize now, no one had ever handled me so roughly. No one had ever used their full strength on me before. Not Gurney, not Duncan, no one. The thought alone makes tears pool in my eyes. My own perfect little world has been shattered by the truth. I’m not the future Duke. I’m the future Duchess. The very taste is bitter on my tongue.

“I can feel your bad mood from the chamber door.”

I gasp, clutching my heart.

“Mother, you scared me half to death. When did you get here?”

My mothers emerald orbs stare deep into my chestnut ones.

“Speak plainly Calista, your father has already been informed of what transpired today in the training yard.”

I cringe to myself, holding my eyes closed to stop the tears from falling. My mother hated when I cried. I hear her move about the bathing room grabbing something before I feel her gently brush my hair.

“Talk to me, my girl.”

“He bested me. We agreed to stop holding back and he beat me so quickly- I- I can’t face him again.”

“Ah, your pride is wounded. So much of your father is in you my darling.”

“It’s not just pride, mother. I was- I was afraid of him.”

The silence is loud. 

“You were afraid? Why?”

“He overpowered me so quickly, but I fought hard, so hard, and still he would not be moved by me.”

“You’re hiding something. I feel it.”

“He tasted my blood. He looked like a man starving, and I felt such an unfamiliar fear reach my heart.”

Jessica remains silent and just listens as she diligently brushes. 

“He wanted to devour me.”

“Shhh. Don’t cry. I think perhaps what he exhibited was sexual attraction for you.”

“No Gurney told me about cannibalism amongst House Harkonnen. What sort of normal person licks another human being's blood.”

“Calista, blood can be...erotic to some. I highly doubt Feyd Rautha is a cannibal. I think he desires you and you brought that forth while sparring today.”

I open my eyes considering her words.

“I didn’t think of that.”

“You are innocent, I wouldn’t expect such a thing to cross your mind. You can use that desire to your advantage, Cali.”

“Yes, I suppose I can.”

There's an awkward silence before lady Jessica speaks up.

“Why didn’t you use the voice?” There was a tension in her shoulders.

“Because fear is the mind killer. I couldn’t even think.” She admits in shame.

“Do not be ashamed. Let this be a lesson to you Calista, for if you are ever in harm's way your greatest enemy is yourself.”

“I understand.”

“Get out of the tub. It’s time to entertain your betrothed, he still expects a promenade before the evening meal.”

With that she pulls out her dress of choice while leaving Cali to finish her bath in peace.

There was a brief break in the rain clouds so I decided  to take Feyd Rautha to the gardens before we went to the evening meal together. Beyond the garden was the rocky seashore and Feyd seemed transfixed on the water that lay beyond that.

“Let's take a closer look.”

I boldly grab his hand tugging him along near the ragged rocks edge. There was a rocky beach about five feet below.

“What is Giedi Prime like? What can I expect?”

“Nothing like this. In fact it’s the opposite of this. No lush grass or tall standing trees, and certainly no body of water as enchanting as this.”

He sounds harsh in his delivery, but it doesn’t deter me.

“What of your family? Are they looking forward to our union?”

“They are.”

He doesn’t elaborate or even look my way. He simply stares out as the waves crash below us on the rocky shore. The mist from the seaspray damps my hair and I decide we should leave so we aren't soaked through while we eat.

Tonight's meal passed by without much incident unlike last nights and I’m thankful the day is over when I climb into my bed. Physically and mentally exhausted from the last two days.

That night my dreams were plagued by sand dunes, and the sound of a baby crying with all their strength. As I walked along the sand dune I found myself heavily with child and the crying was coming from within me, only I could hear my son cry out. Feyd appeared suddenly in my dream and my son's cries stopped abruptly as he kneeled before me speaking calmly to my large midsection. He even stroked me lovingly there on his knees. A kick from within my womb drags me out of my sleep and I shoot up out of my bed. It felt so strong. So real. This was no dream, this was a vision. The very first one since my childhood. A son? Why was this so familiar to me and yet so foreign. How did I know the life inside of me was male? I don't know how I know, but he was soothed by Feyd Rautha’s presence. The child in my womb recognized his fathers voice even now when he hasn’t yet been conceived.

In the weeks that followed Feyd Rautha pulled away from me. He would not engage in idle chit chat no matter how hard I tried to interact with him. His eyes were dead again even when looking at me, and some part of me didn’t like that. He was clearly just going through the motions of courting because it was requested but some part of me wanted us to know one another. Ever since the vision when I saw another side of him, I've longed to see more. He was tender in my vision, stroking my heavily pregnant womb gently and with great care. I wanted to see that side of him again, but who knew how long that would take. However, I resigned myself to the fact that I would indeed be marrying a stranger despite my best attempts. He had even gone so far as to avoid me during training. Only arriving while I still slept peacefully and leaving as soon as I appeared. 

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Calista's Dream Chapter 4

Hello, hello. I'm back with another one, and can I just say I really love writing this. I let this flow naturally while still doing my best to capture feyd the way he is. I did want to pop in and say this story will be dark, so if that is not your thing be warned, the next chapter will take a dark turn.

Warnings: love bombing and then ghosting. lol idk, but murder does occur in this one, and that's all I can think of

Word count: 3.2k

My lids are closed softly, and my limbs are so relaxed and airy, weightless. Tingles run across my scalp in slow, languid motions over and over, almost lulling me back into a deep slumber. Movement beside me startles me enough for me to open my umber eyes slowly. Alabaster skin, so striking in the early morning, makes me gasp, but the slow strokes in my hair put me at ease. Feyd’s blue black eyes are watching me as he rests on his side, enveloping my body with his own as I face him. He makes no move to stop stroking my hair and only watches me silently waiting for me to be the first to break the peaceful moment.

I refuse, and so early morning falls into late. By now his absence in the training yard has been noticed and my absence from my room will surely follow. However I can’t find it within me to care. 

“Such a sweet pet.” His gritty voice almost sings out.

Pet. He called me that last night as well, but what did he mean by it?

“Such a perfect pet.” He says in the same singsong tone as before.

He stops stroking my hair and I find myself missing the feeling immediately. He removes himself from the bed and makes his way to the chamber door.

“Leave.” Gone was his soft almost sweet demeanor. I was now met with an unyielding sternness in his tone as I slowly made my way towards the exit.

As I make my way down the corridor, the hairs on the back of my neck don't stand on end. I check my arms for the tell tale sign, but my gooseflesh has not risen. His shark-like eyes aren’t following me out of the corridor and the thought disturbs me. The next six days passed by once again with the stark absence of Feyd Rautha, and each day chipped away at a piece of me.

It was now the morning of my wedding, there were maids fussing with my jewels and my hair. They were fretting over my gown and my makeup. They were flustered, and clucked like hens begging for feed, and I was in a daze. Aware and yet..not. It was like an out of body experience. My mother chalked it up to nerves, but that wasn’t it. I was confused. Feyd Rautha seemed so eager to wed me, by showing up here earlier than planned. He watched me hungrily and seemed to be growing an attachment to me. His sudden disappearance however made me question our interactions. 

Was I imagining those things? Perhaps the feelings he stirred within me weren't reciprocated in the slightest, and I was just a foolish girl. It wasn’t hard to believe as I’ve had zero experience with the opposite sex aside from soldiers who see me as my fathers own image. The female embodiment of their Duke whom they love and serve. I was far too unattainable to them. Beautiful, yes, but much like fine art. I was meant to be admired but never tainted by them or any other until now. 

Before I know it I’m dressed and prepared to become Na Baroness Harkonnen. I will be leaving Caladan after the celebration feast. I’ll be whisked away to Giedi Prime, the waste land with a black sun and murderous population. I will no longer be an Areides by name, but solely by blood. 

“Come Cali.”

My mother gestured to the full length mirror across the chambers that would no longer belong to me when this day was done.

I make my way to her and she places me before the mirror. I take in the woman through the looking glass and she’s beautiful. She’s dressed in cream with a lovely beaded bodice. Her very image is that of untouched innocence and she mocks me. Her jewels shine brightly, solidifying her status as a well loved Duke's heir. Only when Leto enters the room does the situation truly sink in. The woman in the mirror is me. I couldn’t recognize myself, but somehow I saw myself in his eyes.

‘ I am him. I am an Atreides, I am his very own blood, and I will not be a lamb. I will be strong like my father raised me to be.’

 My newest mantra repeated throughout the wedding ceremony, where I saw the groom for the first time in days. He was the stark opposite of me. An inky swirl dropped into water being diluted slowly but surely. On Caladan, his darkness could not penetrate beyond surface level. However, the playing field was about to shift, I would soon be entering his terrain. I would be the lone drop of pure water in a pool of ink black fluid. 

“Repeat after me, together.” called the officiant.

“Blood of my blood, we have become one. Your cause is my cause, your death, my death. Your heart is my heart to keep and protect. Your body, my temple to never neglect.”

We recited the words in sync, but the words didn’t reach either of us, not the true meaning. These vows now bind us to one another as well as the law, but what did it really mean in the grand scope of things? What would it mean once we reached Giedi Prime, the proverbial brood of vipers? I am no lamb, but surely I am human, and as such, I could succumb to venom. 

Feyd Ruatha thanked my family yet again for their hospitality and with “deep regret” informed them we would leave immediately after the meal. The feast went by so quickly, even though I took my time cutting and chewing my food slowly. I bid farewell to my treasured father with a kiss and lingering hug. My mother hugged me and stroked my hair before resting her forehead against mine. Using the Atreides spoken battle language, she whispers to me.

“You must insure your future, my love.”

All of Caladan was present. They wished me safe travels as Gurney sang a sad tune. A tune filled with melancholy, nostalgia, and hope for what was to come. My husband grabs my arm and leads me to our travel guild ship. His grip was firm as though he worried I would be stolen away before we reached the ship. Gone was the hunger in his eyes. Gone were the soft strokes of my hair. All that was left between us felt ice cold and bleak. All that remained was his tight grip on my flesh. His harshness was unyielding, unlike before. He had yielded to me only six nights ago when I kissed him softly and exploratorily. He would yield to me again. I would see to it.

I spent the journey to Giedi Prime in solitude. Feyd Rautha made no attempts to be near me or consummate our nuptials. The implications alone left me shamefaced. Once we arrived at Giedi Prime, his statements about it being the opposite of Caladan with its lush green terrain were proven true. It was gray. Gray outside where the black sun shone ominously. Thankfully, once indoors away from the sun, color could be perceived again. Although color was perceivable, the Harkonnen palace was still void of it. The walls were mat gray and very minimalistic. There was not a single trace of artwork lining the walls, and that made it feel even more cold.

“Take Na Baroness to her quarters, bring her food. Beyond that, she is not to be disturbed.”

“Na Baron, unfortunately, her quarters are not yet prepared.”

Feyd sliced the servant with a severe expression. 

“Forgive me.”

The already slouched servant dropped another five inches bowing in half before Feyd Rautha. The poor woman was quivering in fear. She never once looked away from the ground.

“Bring her to my quarters. Bring her food and do not disturb her further.”

With that he stormed off in the opposite direction of where the servant led me. 

“Na Baroness, your trunks will be brought in shortly. Please get comfortable while you wait and I will prepare a simple meal for you.”

She opened the grand double doors and allowed me into the room. It was dark and a bit ominous. I stepped in cautiously, looking for any proof it was lived in. As I turned to the wall opposite the large sleek bed, I lost my breath. Staring back at me was well, me. A portrait from two years ago with my wild dark waves untamed in my small act of defiance against the hairless Harkonnen. I had forgotten about it, and yet here it is hanging across from the very bed upon which he sleeps. It feels intimate in a way, knowing I was the first thing he would see when he rose in the morning and most likely the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes in slumber. I looked beautiful in the painting. It clearly highlighted my best features while muting the less desirable ones. 

I make myself comfortable in his quarters wondering when he would return. My trunks are delivered and shortly after that so is my food. I ate alone at a small table near a large window that was covered in dark gray drapes. The only spec of color in the entire room is my painting which makes it very eye-catching indeed. A single silent servant entered the chambers to help me undress and wash before retiring to sleep. Alone. 

The next day went much the same. I was waited on by one single staff member. She helped me dress for the day in a grand gown of maroon. It was form fitting unlike the flowing skirts I wore on Caladan, but I was a girl no longer. I was now a woman, Na Baroness Harkonnen to be exact. It was nearing noon when the chamber doors were pushed open unceremoniously. Feyd Rautha stood stock still watching me closely as I sat in the window seat. I had been looking out the window to help pass time, but I was near dead from boredom.

He was dressed formally and there were maroon cuff links at his sleeves.

“The Baron is ready to receive you, wife.”

He does not wait as he strolls out of the room in his long legged steps. I scurry to follow after him. My maroon dress almost seemed bright compared to the pristine but drab palace. There were servants moving silently about the corridors and they seemed to blend in with the very walls as Feyd Rautha stomped through them. I could never lock eyes with them because their eyes were always rooted to the floor as if it held every answer to every question they could possibly have the courage to utter past their lips.

We arrived at the most ornate pair of doors in the entirety of the palace. The gold knobs set them apart from the other black doors. I could only assume this was the great hall where a welcome feast would be held in honor of our union, however when the doors were opened and all that was visible was the giant form of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen I knew I was mistaken. Feyd stepped aside allowing me entrance before him.

The stark room was bare, all that was visible was the Barons huge frame and his Mentat. His hover seat was elevated enough that I had to look up at him in greeting.

“My dear Feyd. Welcome home, truly you were much missed.” 

“Calista Atreides. Welcome to Giedi Prime. I hope my nephew has made you feel at home.”

The Baron smirked at me with a knowing glint in his eyes. He knew I spent my first night and half a day alone. Beyond that he was happy about it. 

“He’s made me feel most welcome Baron.”

Feyd stood silently behind me not uttering a single word as he watched his uncle and I exchange words. I could feel his body heat, but he was not touching me.

“I do apologize your chambers weren’t prepared in time for your arrival. It seemed there was always something more important to be done.”

That snide look flashed forward, taunting me to react.

More important? I see. This was him clarifying my place here. I was nothing to him, but an insignificant girl. I schooled my expression to one of indifference. 

“Please don’t apologize, I much prefer sharing my husband's quarters. ”

The snide look was replaced by one of contempt. He glanced at Feyd over my shoulder before waving me away.

“There will be a feast this evening to celebrate your union, Princess Atreides.”

“Na Baroness Harkonnen, now that we’re wed, Baron.” I gesture to Feyd Rautha as I speak.

“Leave me.”

He waves his gelatinous hand and I feel Feyd grip my waist and pull me towards him as he heads for the exit. All the while the Baron never looks away from us. He looked at me as if we were rivals on the battlefield. As if I possessed something he greatly desired. 

“I knew you were no coward, wife.” 

Feyd looked proud as he spoke. His hand hadn't left my waist yet as he led me back to his chambers.

“Why did you not join me last night?”

 I question him once we enter his quarters. Looking at him in earnest trying to understand whatever game he is playing. He circles me slowly, in a contemplative state.

“I was preparing for you. Be patient and you will have me soon enough.”

He brushes past me and heads towards the doors, almost as if he had to escape me.

“There’s a dress in the wardrobe. Wear it tonight.”

With that he was gone...again. Was I meant to be confined in this room for the rest of my damned life? Absolutely not. I made my own less dramatic exit from the room deciding it was time to explore my new residence. I walk up and down the endless corridors listening for any sign of life in the lusterless place. I eventually stumble upon the great hall that is being prepared by almost a hundred servants. I am spotted by the meak female that had helped me the night before. She actually looks away from the floor long enough to notice me watching her.

“Na Baroness, forgive me, do you need assistance?” She quickly stumbles towards me bowing before me.

“I was pulled away to assist for tonight's feast.” She explains further.

“No, no I’m fine, merely bored. What is your name? You were so attentive last night. I'd like to offer you my thanks.”

“I have no name Na Baroness. You need not waste your breath thanking me I am not worthy of it. Please.”  She bows further. 

“What’s going on here?” Barked a rugged voice. I turn to find the source and am met with a towering Harkonnen soldier sneering down upon me.

“Nothing is going on that concerns you. We are having a word between ladies.”

“You shouldn’t be here Atreides. She is no lady, she is a slave” He grabs my arm roughly, jerking me like a rag doll.

“I am Na Baroness Harkonnen you brute and you will do well to remember that. Unhand me.” I pull my arm free feeling the bruise forming.

“Na Baroness in name only. You have no power here, you’re just a cunt for the taking.” He bellows out loudly with a roaring laugh.

I see red and strike him harshly across the face. He immediately stops his laughter and prepares to strike me in retaliation. I move out of his reach quickly. The nameless girl then moves in front of me using her body as a shield when he approaches yet again.

“What is going on here my wife? Have you found trouble so quickly?”

Feyd Rauthas gravel coated voice sang out from behind the soldier across the room. He stepped further in assessing the situation. His eyes were hotter than burning flames as he looked at my splotchy red arm.

“I was speaking with this servant here, she helped me yesterday and I was going to request she continue to do so-”

“You don’t request anything. You are Na Baroness. You need only speak it and it shall be done.”

“What happened to your arm?” He continues without a beat as he makes his way to the three of us and he begins circling like a mad dog looking for the perfect place to sink his teeth into.

“This soldier grabbed me and attempted to strike me.”

Feyd Rautha clicks his tongue three times shaking his head.

“Well this won't do at all. Why did you try to strike my wife?”

“She struck me first, Na Baron. It was self defense.”

“Self defense? I see. You would strike me Na Baron Feyd Rautha in self defense if I struck you first?”

“No Na Baron never.” 

The tall soldier seemed so small and a lot less threatening now that Feyd was here. I watched the two interact as the soldier bowed before my husband submissive now where he had once been trying to dominate. 

“But you tried to strike my wife. My Na Baroness, who is an extension of me. Is she not?”

The man breaks out into a sweat. No doubt trying to find a way out of this that doesn't end with his life forfeit. 

“I made a mistake, Na Baron. I will pay whatever price you deem fit.”

Feyd moves behind me placing my back to his front holding my waist tenderly.

“Kiss her feet or die.”

The soldier drops to his pitiful knees before lowering his face to the ground before my slippered feet.

“Do it now.” Orders my husband.

And he does. He kisses both feet gingerly, almost too afraid to press too roughly against me. A total change from his rough handling a short five minutes ago.

Feyd moves his mouth to my ear and whispers to me.

“You made a mistake too, my sweet pet. Instead of striking his face you should have sliced his neck.”

He pulls a dagger from his belt and closes his hand around mine forcing me to clutch it properly.

“You must remedy this mistake of yours now. Strike true this time so he can never retaliate against us again.”

A tender kiss is placed on my neck before he steps back to watch me kill a man. As I stand in deep contemplation I feel the slightest weight of his fingers in my hair. He stroked a single lock of waves as he eagerly waited for my action. I step forward to the kneeling man who offers his neck to me willingly and slice across his throat before turning away quickly.

“No no, don't turn away. You have to watch your first kill.”

Feyd grips my face, turning me back to the soldier whose life blood leaks down his black uniform. He dies proudly and with dignity despite the circumstances. A single stray tear leaks from my eyes and Feyd Rautha licks it off my cheek and I’ve never wanted him more.

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Calista's Dream Summary:

Duke Leto begged his concubine to gift him a son. However, no matter how much she wanted to give into him, she knew her duty. Instead of birthing, Paul Atreides in 10175 Calista is brought forth into the world. She came with a large storm, and the effects of her arrival lingered. The female embodiment of her father; he named her his heir, and although she's not the boy he asked for, she is exactly what he needed. Calista Atreides is betrothed to Feyd Rautha Harkonnen at just thirteen years old, but she doesn't think Giedi Prime will be the end of her. She is determined to overcome whatever obstacles she may encounter with the heart of an Atreides. What she doesn't know is that when you spend too much time plunged in darkness, you start to hate the light.

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