"Come here," Feyd—Rautha Harkonnen spoke with a whisper so soft it made you see stars as he curled his slender, pale fingers, "my little Atreides, the times come for me to seed you. To make you a woman."

There was no use denying him, your eyes dropped submissively, standing from the vanity to walk meekly towards him.

You felt so fucking owned, fiddling with the belt of your dress, until you stopped at his feet, peering up through your lashes, "I—."
"Shhh." Feyd soothed with a closed mouth kiss.

And there was some fucking woozily strong hand on your throat, "that's it," he whispered, his free thumb idly stroking your cheek, "I'm still not sure how much you can take," and he said sweet things to calm you down while he was figuring out what it took to snap you before he went dicks out, TESTING. "I would like to be gentle with you as I promised."

No heed was paid to the RED ALERT tune in your head when his palm slipped up and connected with your hot cheek, the fake stiletto nails of your free paw gripping his jacket before he lead you to the bed, pushing you down back first.

YOU LEFT THIS LIMITING BODY, puréed, his weight sinking the mattress when he leaned down over you on elbows.

And his lips were initially dry from all that venom with Rabban, quickly slicked up by your moisturised lips he kissed deeply, your noses pushed together, some whiny mmmmppff slipping out when your tongues tickled he wouldn't want anyone to hear while his head tilted on instinct.

that was fucking hot, scorching warm breath on your face, your open lips still connected when you broke for air,

"Vain, haughty, classless Haroknnen," you whispered.

"Snobbish, self righteous, bleeding—heart Atreides," he whispered back, and he looked at you so fucking earnestly, straight out boyish, eyes half asleep, sending you right into a second puberty, the same syrup spinning funny—tummy feeling you had when you was nine and watched Duncan bathe in a stream, until your father caught you.

And you couldn't hold out anymore.

"Stand up, I want to see that cock you flash like it's made from diamonds," HE WAS SHY, cheeks flushing, bashful little prince working a tongue over teeth, he slowly stood and unsurely went to his belt.

"Ah, I'll do that," it was a gentle reprimand, gripping his hands had him swallowing, gazing through batting lashes as he stared at your connected hands, nodding sheepish, "you're a good boy, I really hope you're hard for me," his eyes rolled at the praise, nodding, giving his cock a squeeze.

His belt hit the ground with a heavy thud after you opened it.

"let me see what's mine, husband," you tugged at his trouser band, "take them off. SLOWLY, let me watch."

OH FUCK HE DID, nervously, dropping his eyes to the floor when he peeled them down, hands behind his back, what kinda looked like shame etched into his features. "Like this?"

"GOOD BOY, just like that." Oh, oh my, oogling that fucking HUGE, disgusting, life runing, illegally suckable cock, lip; bit, brain; closed, pussy; disintegrating into a puddle, veins raised and pulsing, dick throbbing with a heartbeat, leaks of pre rolling down that girthy shaft. "Oh, fuuuuck, fuck, you really are perfect, just look at you."

his head thrust up, chest puffed, breathing from his mouth, cock twitching up against his jacket. "Y—yes?"

"Yes! How do you walk with that thing?" You looked at him LIKE SERIOUSLY? "So fucking horny for me your cums dripping on the floor already," it had, with audible splashes, "hold it, let me see it roll down your wrist,"

Pouty at the power play, he still did, his jaw opening, back arching, bad when the grip to his thick base turned into a firm, desperate stroke.

"ah, that's for me, behave,"

"Behave?" it took willpower, tip of his cockhead peeping above a fist, slit twitching. "Mmm, I am, I will, please."

"Good boy, that's it, slow down," you got to your knees, telling your joint discomfort I'M BUSY, the first time you'd ever salivated for it, "can I taste? I bet it's delicious, but let's make you a little creamier though, huh?"

"YHess." An act that had him both stepping back in shock, "fuck yes," he licked his lips, thinking of gripping your hair, opening up your throat and making it bulge, "please."

crawling from the bed in front of him, wet kisses planted up his quivering, iron strong thighs, tongue tracing paths down the crease of them, "you're doing so well," you praised, teeth sinking into sensitive flesh, he jerked and gasped, not knowing what to do with his hands.

His neck had flushed, sucking his bottom lip, nodding meekly, corners of his pretty eyes wet while he balled fists at his sides. "Please, don't tea—."

"Shhh, Look how beautiful you are," mouth full of saliva, you let it drool from your tongue an inch away from hot, needy cock to coat the reddened tip, "circumcised?"

"Foreskins are more barbaric that hair," he moaned, not catching how you almost laughed.

His gut tensed when the warm, sticky glob dribbled down to his balls after soaking his shaft. "Am I—," his voice was BABY, desperate and soft, fingers curling at his sides, "I mean, fuck, what I was going to say is it what you expected?"

So desperate for validations.

"Mm, you're beyond my expectations, Na—Baron."
Looking up at him, a fucking powerhouse, cock obviously in agony.

And you was on you concubine era, under the influence of your now sentient vagina, because you pushed his long, slender stiff fingers into your mouth, spit bubbling, tongue lapping, throwing some fucking neck until you spat them out, wiping lips with your elbow. "You're so beyond my understanding, a miracle, you're the only one of these Harks that matters, now shut up husband and let me have you."

His lips popped open, blues darting to his webbed with spit fingers, shuddering at nails raked hard down the flash of his tummy visible.

And his whine was cunt contracting when you sucked his cock tip into your mouth, suction immaculate, slurping the weeping head in and out with a choking sound before hollowing cheeks to swallow back in a way that made him grip your hair.

"See, Feyd, beautiful Feyd." The string broke on your tits when you pulled back, "and look at that beautiful rosy blush on your cheeks."

"See yourself." He smeared what was left of your lipstick with a restrained thumb, pushing it inside to trap your tongue, turning your head to the parade of mirrors, "so fuckable, you're mine right?"

Rautha licked his digit dry, brows creased with eyes closed, "you taste like cinnamon."

Somehow his dick had just got harder, VIBRATING, eyes so heavy they looked closed before you ordered, "spread your thighs for me, let me see you get harder and harder," he did, and there was a thrill in it, stretching as he widened his stance.

And his balls were velvet soft, so fucking high and full when you nuzzled your face under, HEAVY on your tongue, his whines delicious, laving hot sac with sloppy kisses, "you've got the perfect cock, balls so ready to be drained, need to be in me, don't you?"

"Yesss. Yeees. Yes!"

You stood, his eyes instantly on tits.

"Want to touch? Of course you do," and you reached to take his hands, pushing your chest into them.

He made a noise of purring contentment, pinching at nipples, sucking his tongue. "I need all of you, Atreides."

"Then why are you waiting?" You told him, "fuck me, and don't hold back."

...
...

"Shit!" One push sent you sailing back to the bed, WANTING TO RETRACT YOUR PREVIOUS STATEMENT, after kicking off his boots, throwing free his pants, he straddled YOUR hips, tearing the dress right in two, cock smearing your stomach.

before he flipped you over with barely a flick of a finger, hands seized your ass to lift it in the air, and he leaned over your body, palm fucking flattening your turned head to the pillow, hot beads of creamy pre dripping down the crack of your ass, dribling down your sucking pussy. "Stay there, or I'll tie you, need to eat you."

and after pulling back his face nuzzled into your sticky, squeezing pussy, drooling tongue tip lapping up a fat clit, a missile of hot spit hitting the hole, "look at this, you're a MESS, how can you be so wet?"

You have never felt this before, eyes at the back of your head, fisting the sheets. "F—Feyd—oh, God, Feyd, staoww."

"Shut up." He spanked you, open handed, mouthing on pussy lips. "So rude to interrupt my lunch."

"Now, I want to see your face when you take this cock," he turned you again, on your back, hoisting your thighs over his bulked out shoulders, thick, fucking veined up cock in hand, and he dragged his weeping, flushed, fucking heavy tip through your swollen folds, slapping his cock on a clit, "you're going to know what it's like to get caught by a man, Atreides."

"Fffffuck," he skated a palm down the sticky sheen on your thighs, "it's clinging to the sides of them, I can hear your clit pulse, that vile hole milking thin air."

"Need your pussy stroked, huh? Jjuuuust like this," after sucking his fingers until drip point he played with the pink, thumbing your poor pearl, TEASING the squishly hole, "fuucckk, it's pulsing on the tips, how bad do you need me? Pussy lips swollen already, you need something inside you."

You fisted the sheets when he slipped a long finger in, instantly crooking, rubbing the squishly little spot that made your toes curl, the pain gone in an instant. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck. I can barely stuff one in, your pussys gonna suck my soul right out. Gushy pussy slobbering over everything I give you, my Na—Baroness."

You thrashed, nodded, tried to tear at a pillow. "Just like that, don't change. More."

"More?" He laughed meanly, swirling the gummy walls, scissoring you so he'd be easier for you to manage. "Greedy, mmm I can feel you try to push it out, but remember you asked for it."

"THATS TWO?" You couldn't take it, core burning, stretched, grabbing at his shoulders, teeth snarled, but you could fucking take it, TAKE IT IN A WAY YOU WANTED MORE, your hips rising with the brutal finger fuck, hitting the special place inside every time, "more."

three fingers as he lay at your side behind you, his chest at your back, "you dirty little whore, look at this drool, this is how wet you get for me, and I've not even inside you." You was CRAMMED, his palm on your throat, leg hooking yours, "I know your hot pussy is just dying for cock, you need each one of your slutty holes full until you can't even breathe."

And his thumb caressed your clit, kissing the fat of your bouncing tits, FEYD SO IRRITATED HE COULDN'T REACH A NIPPLE, "not so tough now, fuck, creamed sloppy pussy needing me, desperate for me, fucking crumbling with little curls, dripping all over my bed."

You looked like some possessed peasant, spit hanging from your lips, back arched, accepting his breath stealing kisses.

Your eyes had vanished, babbling like some fucking baby.

"You're ready." Fingers squelching out, Feyd—Rautha Harkonnen flattened you belly first against the bed, hand fisted in your hair, wrenching your thighs apart with a knee before straddling the backs of them.

"Feel this, my love?" And you gasped at the hot, slippery tip of a cock threatening to bully thorugh the tight hole, "I'll teach you some manners with it," his entire weight leaning over you, "you'll worship it," planting messy kisses to the sides of your neck he fucking bit and nipped and nibbled, "I really like this pussy, I think I'm gonna take it, tight enough it'll suck the cream right from the tip, God," he slipped two hands underneath to hold your tits, "I'm gonna fuck you over and over and over until you can taste it, Atreides, just fill you up until it squirts right from the sides."

You tried to scream, but no sound came out when the tip speared through your neglected pussy, you tried to arch, "no, no, get used to me," he whispered, licking away a tear, "I know it hurts, but not for long," holding you tighter.

He smiled against your cheek, hissing at the atomic contractions, unable to stop himself working his cock in deeper. "Ffuuuucck, so good, want me to make you a mother now, my wife?"

"Yes!"

"There's the spirit, you've earned it." AND SO FUCKING DEEP, he leaned back, gripping your ass, hips working already in a fucking almost unbearable motion, "take it, take it, take it, f,f,fhuuck the heat of you."

With the feel of pumping veins against your pussy walls, HE WAS BLISSED OUT, eyes glazed before they rolled to the back of his head,"Ohhh, is that the spot, yessss it is."

and it was getting nasty, fucking dangerous, his arm snaking under to put you in some headlock, BITING you cheek, balls slapping pussy, "you precious little thing, there already?"

The room spun as he stood up, lifting you from his cock to tun you around and pierce you right back on it, hitting cervix as he bottomed out, face to face, his fingers bruise deep in your ass, and he kissed you, BLOODIED, hard enough to cut your lip, sucking the red trickling down to paint his own scarlet, "my fucking beautiful Atreides," your mouths clashed, teeth rattling, picking back up the BRUTAL PACE AS HE JACKHAMMERED your pressure cooker of a pussy. "Got you now, Atreides. "Fucking caught you. Mine and you can't get away."

"Tell me," he whined, fisting your hair to hold your foreheads together, "tell me you're mine," biting your lip to pull it back.

Your jaw was chattering as he hooked under your thighs to rut you up and down on a squelching cock, holding on to the back of his neck.

"ANSWER ME." Your hole squeezed at the roar echoing through the dim, his head throwing back when you screamed a whoring yes, yes, fuuuucckkkk, don't ever stop yes.

And his cock felt like it was about to split you open, like some fucking engorging knot making it bigger, mingled cum rolling down our thighs, and you were close.

"Come for me, Atreides," he breathed into your mouth, "come for me," hitching you higher so your clit rubbed against his stomach, "look into my eyes and come for me."

He laid you both down on the floor, body covering yours, your fingers tangled above your heads, your thighs wrapped around his ass for dear life as his cock barely pulled out, "I'm there," you was seeing double, "Feyd, fuuck, I'm, I'm, I think this is it—."

He detached his paw from yours, pincering your cheeks, lifting his hips to pull out his dick to the tip and slamming inside again, "look at," he grit his teeth, cock pulsing, "me, fucking let go."

You did, you fucking did, bucking, squirming uselessly underneath the mass of heat and strength, staring into eerie blue eyes.

In full body shudders, he threw your thighs over his shoulders, leaning over until your knees were near your ears, AND you WAS UTTERLY HELPLESS, CRUMPLED LIKE ORIGAMI, a hypersensitive mush of puddied bitch with nothing left to do but take his DESPERATE, ERRTIC bucks, weight on his elbows as he held each side of your head.

"Atreides, fuck, gonna—gon—oh I'm gonna, inside, tell me to come inside you." UGH, melting, euphoric, mouth snake wide, his just—about—to—cum face igniting another fowl spark in your abused core with his eyes vanished behind his head, "in me," you said, "come in me, no one else ever has, no one ever will." And your dragon—claws sharp enough to slice through flesh raked down his back, his head snapping into your shoulder with an illegal mewl. "Come in me, My Master."

It hurt, the way he held you, squeezing with trembling arms, a heat you never felt before flooded your guts, cock twitching so hard with each rope painting you white inside.

For mother.

For The Bene Gesserit.

For yourself.