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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - Chapter I: Sinners

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen X f! Reader

-𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭! -

Words: around 7.000

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Bit Softer! Feyd (but only to you), forced marriage, dark romance, violence, sexual themes, oral (f receiving), friction of genitals, blood and gore, bloody act, hate and aggression, mention of rape, aftercare(?)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You never thought you'd have a Harkonnen by your side. Never. And then of all people, whose name everyone in this galaxy knew: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. But you soon realized that the dark world, Giedi Prime, doesn't scare you as much as you thought it would be. You were starting to like it there. But you also have to learn to live with the downsides.

English isn't my first language, but I always got a good grade. Please tell me if mistakes are too bad.

A loud crash awakens you from your calm sleep. It rang again, and then again. Surprised, you lifted your head out of the soft satin pillow and looked at the heavy velvet curtains, which moved slightly in the breeze as the balcony door was open, so you could see that it was already light outside. Again, the loud noise rang out and it struck you like a flash. How could you be so stupid? Grinning, you turned to your still-sleeping fiancé, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. Today It was his birthday. Peacefully he slept next to you, on his back, his face turned away from you. His chest, only half covered by the soft blanket, rose and fell evenly. You pressed a tentative kiss on the sleeping warrior's shoulder. On your side of the bed, you reached for your water bottle, drank a few sips, watched the light and shadow spectacle of the heavy curtains. Like Feyd's, your torso was completely free. Last night, you had a little exercise, and it took some effort to put on black sweatpants. Even the Na-baron had been completely exhausted last night. He had taken off your sports bra and, like almost every night, held you tightly against him like a stuffed animal. Together, you fell asleep in a few minutes. Your eyes went back to him when he moved a little, but didn't wake up. Only a deep exhale could be heard from him. During the day, he reminded you of a large and continuously hungry robbery big cat. Aggressive and always ready to attack. But when he was asleep, he looked like a kitten. Almost peaceful. Your eyes dropped to his pectoral and abdominal muscles, which looked tense even when he was asleep. You'd never thought it super important to have a fully trained man by your side one day, but now that you had it, you were pretty happy about it. Grinning, you put the water bottle on your lips again. You opened a little drawer on the bedside table, and you dug out a box of pills that the doctor had given you when you confessed that you and Feyd were already intimate. And if that were to give birth to a child, bad would be in store for you. Maybe even death.

Because of the fireworks, you quietly got up from the bed and aimed for the balcony door to close it. But no sooner had your legs moved away from the bed than you fell back onto it when Feyd grabbed you from behind by the waistband. ❝Where do you think you are going?❞ his rough morning voice rang out as you realized what had happened. He smiled gently at you and stroked a strand of hair out of your face with his index finger. His hand then reached for his own water bottle to drink. He looks at you from above, his eyes wandering from your face to your naked breasts and back again. and placed the bottle on the floor, he whispered coarsely, ❝What a beautiful sight.❞ His grin could not be missed. You laughed softly for a moment, your slender fingers stroked his pectoral muscles. One of his hands also rose, grabbed your hand and pressed it against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat and looked at your hands. His gaze wandered to the balcony, his name faintly audible. Some of the Harkonnens had probably already gathered in the arena to watch his fight later. In about two hours, it would begin. You sat up and spread several gentle kisses on his throat. ❝Happy birthday, Feyd.❞, you whispered with a smile. His grip on your hand strengthened, but it didn't hurt. He wasn‘t a man who gave a “Thank you“ of himself. At least not in words. But you knew that. He was still looking toward the balcony, but his other hand quickly grabbed you by the neck, and in that second, he turned his face to you to put a firm kiss on your lips. Firm, but somewhere full of emotion. Your free hand wrapped around his shoulders. But you had to get away from him in order to catch your breath. In a variety of ways, he often took your breath away. With a grin, he suddenly let go of you, and with a muffled sound, your torso landed back on the bed. Feyd stood up and pulled the heavy curtains aside to enter the balcony. His actions did not go unnoticed by the others, the voices grew louder. You smile briefly, enjoy the way so many shouted your future husband's name. It made you proud to have him by your side. For only a few weeks now, Giedi Prime has been your home. You had chosen Feyd and he had chosen you. The age-old tradition of getting married to someone, you both didn’t know before. You shook off the thoughts and sat down on the edge of the bed. Your gaze went to the closet, and you thought about what you could wear today. You wanted to dress up pretty today. For him.

But you also wanted to show the people that the title 'Na-Baroness' was important to you. ❝I'm going to take a shower.❞ , you said, but you thought he hadn't heard you anyway. But you were wrong. His strong arms snaked from behind over your naked breasts. ❝Come outside, I want to show them my queen!❞ Even if it was just playful, you didn't stand a chance against his strong grip. ❝Feyd!❞ , you laughed nervously as he pulled you out onto the balcony. The brightness irritated your eyes for a second. As many Harkonnen had already assembled, your hands lay on his, hoping that he would not release his strong grip now. The crowd grew louder when they saw you, the future Baroness. The nervous smile never left your face; somewhere you liked the cheering. The man behind you gave kisses on your shoulders and asked if you would watch him fight later. ❝Of course, what do you expect?❞ , you laughed confusedly and looked at him over your shoulders. His eyes hit yours, his kisses stopped. ❝Oh, did I say something wrong?❞ , your voice echoed uncertainly. Feyd didn't say a word. His grip tightened, and he pulled you back in, towards the bed. ❝Lie on your stomach!❞ , he said decisively, but not menacing. No sooner were you in position, he followed you and sits on your butt. You could feel his knees on your waist as he squeezed them tighter, as if you couldn't escape his grip. You heard him lean down, growling softly, his hand freed your hair from your neck, and began to kiss you down to your shoulders. His fingertips slid down your back, and you shook briefly when it tickled too much. You heard the Harkonnen laugh hoarse before he continued his game.

His fingers also ran down your upper arms as he whispered between the kisses: ❝I will see that they too soon call out your name with force. Let them adore you!❞ It sounded like an order, ominous. The cheering of the crowd seemed to have a positive effect. ❝Like a goddess!❞ His tongue made its way down your spine. His kisses became gentle bites. His growl, deep from his throat, can't be misunderstood. You felt the tingling between your legs and draw in your breath, trembling. ❝Do we have time for this, my beloved?❞ , you murmured softly. No louder than a breath. Feyd's lips moved to your ears and whispered harshly: ❝We have time for everything when I say so!❞ When he said it like that, it had to be true. You took a deep breath, enjoyed his touch. The first time he did that was when he realized one night you couldn't sleep, maybe three weeks ago. It was actually more beautiful to you than sex. You could do that act with anyone, without feelings. But not what Feyd was doing at that moment. Who could kiss and desire someone like that without feelings for each other? His hands slid as easily as soap under your torso, onto your breasts. Like a tight hug, he wanted to feel more of you. Your ears continued to hear his growl, which you loved so much. The animal and the warrior inside him. You felt safe at his side, even if you could fight yourself. Knives and swords, like him, had been in your hands since childhood. Another gentle bite on your back brought you back to the here and now. You didn't know your back was already red. Feyd, however, enjoyed the sight. He had inflicted bites on you several times, which could be seen for a few days, as well as hick spots. He wanted to mark you, let others know you were his queen, no other woman. But you had to turn him down a couple of times. The wounds didn't make a good impression to some others. A lot of marks were hard to cover. Like your neck or your arms. Depending on his mood, he bit you wherever he wanted. In fact, recently, he even bit you in the hand. Your stomach, and particularly your thighs, were also almost never spared. You both knew that the Baron, Feyd's uncle, didn't like your passion for each other. The rule is that you weren't allowed to get intimate with each other until after the wedding, in any way, but soon you both didn't really care about that tradition anymore. Too fast.

Once again, you were swept out of your mind as Feyd turned you around and continued his kisses and bites on your breasts. He knew you loved it. His blackened teeth nibbled at the flesh of your breast, feeling his tongue over and over again. You moaned soflty. ❝Louder, I want them to hear you!❞ , he growled. He could already smell you wetness, your body craving its touch. ❝I want them to know you belong to me!❞ Had another man said those words, your flat hand would have landed in his face. You knew Feyd meant those words differently. You exhaled the air, shivering, as Feyd's fingers clawed into the waistband. With rapid movements, he pulled your sweatpants and underwear off your legs, letting your clothes fall to the ground carelessly. And even though he already knew your body, he always took a few seconds to take a closer look at you. The red stains caused by his lips and teeth. A few scars that you'd picked up in fights. His cock was already hurting, but he was trying to ignore it. He knew it was important to take time for you and your body, and he loved to do it. Redness shot into your face, in shock, you grabbed one of the pillows next to you to cover your face. Before him, you'd experienced sexual violence. You'd never told anyone about it - not your parents, not even a doctor. Many nights you'd cried yourself to sleep, fearing it might happen again. Pleasing yourself was hardly possible. Until you met Feyd.

He pulled the pillow out of your hands and giggled rough. Your face was fiery red, and it was hard for you to look him in the eyes. What did you do to deserve him? After the other cruel man, what did you do to deserve someone who could arouse you so much? You couldn't give him everything right away, he knew it. And he understood. A deeper conversation had been enough for him to understand your feelings and vulnerability. He had also told you about his pets that he had often used for his own pleasure. But since you showed up, he had never touched them again. Even now, weeks later, the three ladies kept trying to persuade him, but he only threatened them to have respect for their future baroness, or they would end up as food. Or or or. "You can choose." he had told them. "Keeping you alive is reward enough." He clenched his hands into fists and placed them next to your head on the black satin bedding. ❝How... sweet.❞ , he grinned, his nose buried in your neck. ❝Still shy, huh?❞ , he teased hoarse, suddenly biting hard. ❝Ouch!❞ , escaped you meekly. You felt one of his hands slip slowly between your legs to feel how excited you were already. ❝My my...❞ , he whispered, grinning as he realized how wet you were. His other hand on the back of your neck. Not so tight that it hurt, but still dominating. ❝Don't move, my dearest.❞ His voice whispered. His head was placed next to yours, and he briefly watched you breathe out slowly through your lips to calm you down, not because you were so scared, but because Feyd was emotionally messing you up. You were almost embarrassed somewhere to be aroused, even if there was absolutely no reason to. He noticed, and his wet finger fell right on your clit. His lips crashed on your throat, actually wanting to bite so hard you couldn't breathe. His hand pulled away from your private parts, and it almost made you sad. Feyd's tongue made its way from your neck to your torso between your legs. He spread two kisses on your abdomen before his tongue tasted what he thought was sweet nectar. Your brief moan almost sounded as if you were suffocating. But he knew he didn't have to worry about that down here. It only aroused him more. One hand pressed one of your legs onto the mattress, the other wrapped around your bent thigh to somehow get a grip on you. Even though he knew you weren't going to leave. Absolutely not.

Outside, fireworks rang out again. Throughout the day, deep into the night, everyone should be reminded that today was his birthday. ❝Ah, by the way...❞ , he suddenly came out, and you stopped, dared not look at him. ❝...thank you for a lovely breakfast this morning. A perfect gift.❞ His hands clutched your hip so tightly that you thought you might bruise later, when his tongue and lips fondled your pussy again. Here, too, his teeth sometimes came into play. But when you were about to reach your climax, there was a knock on the door. You two paused for a moment. It knocked again. ❝That's not true…!❞ Feyd growled, incredibly angry. ❝Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. You're expected for--❞ ❝WAIT TEN MINUTES AND GET AWAY!❞ , he shouted furiously at the male voice, and you dared not say a single word. You had even stopped breathing. He looked at you, his gaze was serious, but you knew the expression wasn't directed at you. With a little effort, you raised your torso, but the Na-Baron pushed you back into the mattress. You shook your head. ❝Later, fresh up and change. We'll have all the time in the world later this night.❞ , you tried to calm him down, stroking the back of your hand across his left cheek. He reluctantly agreed and rose to jump under an ice-cold shower. For a moment, you thought about lending a hand yourself. He wouldn't know about it right now. Would he?

You shook your head and hastily reached for your underwear lying on the floor to put on your clothes. You might as well take a big shower or a nice, comfortable bath. You could hear your bare feet walking towards the closet. He had stored some of your things in his closet. He preferred you to sleep in his chambers, rather than alone in yours anyway. Seldom did that. At least for the moment. You pulled out from the closet a simple black, slightly trimmed black shirt with a short sleeve and pulled it over. You could easily do without a bra. There was a brush under your clothes, and you quickly ran through your hair with it when it knocked again. Feyd was in the shower, and you decided to open the door. ❝He said in 10 minutes!❞, your voice rang out. But when you opened the door, you saw his three former pets. They started looking at you with big eyes, startled. But just a second later, their gaze went dark, and the lady standing right in front of you pushed you aside. ❝Hey!❞ , you said angry. They didn't care, and they stepped in as if it were their chamber. ❝Our Na-Baron, Master, we want to wish you a happy birthday!❞ , shouted another. They saw his closet open, and immediately saw your clothes. They stared furiously at each other. They couldn't fight like you, probably not even close. But you seem to be making a different impression on the ladies at that moment, in your sweatpants and your simple shirt. None of you had heard the shower was off. Feyd had scarcely stepped out of the bathroom with a black towel tied his waist before his powerful hand wrapped itself around one of the ladies’ throats. ❝How dare you step in?❞ , he growled, his veins visible on his neck and arm. The strangled one could not utter a single sound, not even a sound. He looked at the other two, waited for an answer, but it remained silent. ❝We... we wanted to congratulate our beloved Na-Baron.❞ , said one of them. ❝But why is that tramp with you?❞ , she asked, looking at you disparagingly.

For a second, you lost your tongue, but Feyd spoke up. ❝What did you say?❞ The strangled one fell to the ground, coughing. You wondered if she had liked it. Feyd walked up to the other, growling, and his flat hand landed so hard on her face that her lip bled. You hesitated at first, but decided to intercede for once. On his birthday, he shouldn’t get so upset. ❝It’s okay, lignore them.❞ ❝Leave!❞ he growled low, and it almost turned you on. Not what just happened, but his pitch.

The three ladies looked at you again in anger as you leaned your head against his shoulder and continued to stroke his arm. Little did you care what those Harkonnens thought of you. Feyd’s well-being was far more important to you. They did as they were told and left the room. You and he knew that this would not be the last encounter with them today. ❝I should throw them to you, as food!❞ , he said more to himself, and you slowly read him off. As he changed clothes, you stepped back to the balcony for some fresh air. You skilfully ignored the shouting crowd. The temperature was neither too hot nor too cold. But even after weeks, it was still strange for you to see this world only in black and white during the day. Your skin, your hair. Completely colorless out here. ❝Come here!❞ You heard his voice. You could still hear anger in it. You kindly stepped in his direction, his hand resting on your neck, pulling you closer. ❝I want to see you again before the fight, understand?❞ , he whispered against your lips and pressed a kiss on them. What's tha-?❞, you interrupted yourself as he grinned perversely at you. ❝You should know, Harkonnen have much more pronounced senses. I'm going to have your taste for a while on my tounge.❞ , he declared, leaning his forehead against yours. A few seconds later, he broke physical contact and walked to the door. ❝One more thing!❞ His voice rang out again, and you looked up. ❝Don’t touch yourself! If I have to wait till tonight, so will you!❞ The grin from his face was gone. You just nodded, too ashamed to answer. Red on your cheeks again, and Feyd realized he had to leave. Otherwise, he would find himself on the bed with you.

•

He found the black paint cool when the first stroke was applied to his body. He had ignored the ladies in the black clothing until now. ❝Did you sleep well, Na-Baron?❞ , asked a lady in white who was painting him. The man nodded. ❝The Na-Baroness was by my side.❞ , Feyd said. ❝She looks pretty. She is a good choice for our house, Na-Baron.❞ , another lady in white chimed in. ❝She is not worthy of the house!❞ , hissed one of his pets, who tended to stay in the background. As usual, all three sat together. Feyd's hands clenched into fists. One of the ladies stood in front of him and began to paint his pectoral muscles. Also to distract him from the comments. But it didn't help at all. He was so angry that his muscles twitched. ❝I like her.❞ , the lady in front of him said hastily. And she really did. Most of them liked you. So far(?), there were only a few who didn't like you. ❝She's a fighter, like you, Na-Baron. I think those are the best qualifications for Giedi Prime, my lord.❞ , she shared her opinion. Her eyes focused on the paint on her fingers. Feyd looked at the female in front of him. ❝Right.❞ , was all he said. He couldn't tell at that moment if she was trying to suck up or if she really meant the words. ❝She was aroused earlier, we could smell it!❞ , protested another one in the background. Feyd grinned darkly, thinking he could still taste you on his tongue as he moved it into his mouth. ❝Yes, she was...❞ , he replied without turning around. ❝... why wouldn't she?❞ , he asked them now. ❝Why are you sleeping with her and not with us anymore?❞ Two of them asked at the same time. ❝We're better!❞ , added the third. All the other women in the room held their breath in shock, their heads bowed respectfully. Feyd was in no mood for pointless discussions. It would lead to nothing. ❝Besides, Master, why are you already intimate with her? It's not allowed until after the wedding. We're for you-❞ ❝SHUT YOUR MOUTH!❞ , he screamed angrily and everyone in the room flinched.

Feyd lowered his arms and the ladies with the paint took a step back. The Na-Baron turned to the three pets, they looked at him with interest and expectation. They didn't seem to care that he had shouted at them, or they interpreted it differently. He slowly approached them and grabbed one of them by the jaw. But instead of showing respect, as he would have expected at that moment, she kissed him. She recoiled, however, when she detected a certain smell and taste. Feyd grinned knowingly. ❝Master, why did you please her?❞ , she asked. Her black eyes widened in shock. ❝You ask why I am pleasuring your future baroness?❞ Silence reigned in the room. But Feyd suddenly wondered something else entirely. ❝How do you know what pussy tastes like?❞ The two ladies looked at each other briefly, the third still firmly in Feyd's grip. He rolled his eyes. Couldn't he have guessed that? But maybe there was a benefit for the three of them after all. ❝Listen!❞ , he began again and his grip on her jaw tightened. She grimaced painfully and the other two didn't dare look away. ❝I'll either kill you if you don't stop. Or...❞ , he paused for effect. ❝... I'll keep you, and I'll hire you to pleasure her when I'm not around. And I will know immediately if you don't do as I say!❞ They just actually remained silent and looked at him with wide eyes. ❝Why should you only be of use to me when the Na-Baroness can use you in the same way. Isn't that right, darlings? And don't even think about Na-Baroness (y/n) touching you! You're just a means to an end, nothing more. But that's never bothered you before. I would never have touched you the way I touch her! Like I touched (y/n) this morning!❞

Feyd let go of the pet in front of him and she gasped for breath. She hadn't dared to breathe again. ❝Did you like it? Her taste?❞ , he asked harshly with a scowl. She didn't know what to say. Anything negative could be a mistake for life. So she nodded. ❝Good.❞ Feyd spoke slowly and stood back in his place, raising his arms as a sign for the other females to continue painting. He was glad to see you again in some minutes for a moment. He looked around the room once. ❝Not a single word to the Baron, do you all understand?❞ , he said aloud and a chorus of. ❝Understood, Na-Baron.❞ , echoed back. Feyd smiled slightly and nodded. Most people here could be relied upon. ❝Pets, she and I had to interrupt our time together this morning because we were disturbed.❞ , he sounded almost sad. ❝But as Na-Baroness (y/n) said, there will be time tonight. And certainly not just for one round.❞ Feyd was absolutely not uncomfortable. In front of all Harkonnen in this room. No one on Giedi Prime would ever dare to mock him. Not a single one. Not even close! The three ladies in black felt jealousy and envy boiling inside them. They had never wished to be touched in this way from him. Because they had always assumed that he, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, would never do that anyway. They thought he would only ever want to get, but never 'tongue' some other female. They were wrong, unfortunately.

•

❝My Lord, the Na-Baroness has just arrived. May she enter?❞ , asked the man who had handed Feyd the knives a few minutes ago. They had not been sharpened to his satisfaction. The Na-Baron sat on the floor, his back to the door. Before fights, he sometimes tried to find a little peace, like meditation. His blue eyes opened and a soft ❝Of course.❞ , escaped his lips. Shortly afterwards, he heard your footsteps coming towards him. One corner of his mouth pulled up slightly, he could already smell your actually subtle perfume. It smelled classy, not cheap and not too flowery. The scent also reminded him of a rainy summer day. He heard you stop. The young man half-turned towards you and spoke harshly, ❝Oh, don't mind the mess. It'll be cleaned up.❞ , he explained as you looked at three bodies lying on the ground. Two of the ladies in white clothes had been literally eaten away, the other lady, in black, had her chest completely opened. A huge pool of blood littered the floor. The sight of violence didn't bother you, you had seen a lot before Giedi Prime. But sometimes you were surprised since you lived here. You walked around the corner and there, just like that, out of nowhere, could be a corpse. But at that moment there were three of them. Your slender legs carried you to the man sitting on the floor to sit down as well. As you took a seat in front of him, you looked at his markings on his chest. You probably wouldn't have been able to admit it, but you found it more than just attractive.

You saw the dried blood on his hands, which were completely covered in it. Some red splashes had also made their way over the rest of his body. You swallowed nervously. What happened? ❝I wanted to test my weapons for the fight, of course. But they weren't sharp enough for me. I'm sure they will be in a minute.❞ , he explained, as if it was something completely normal. He looked at you now, his blue eyes scrutinizing you from head to toe and back again. ❝You look pretty, my Baroness.❞ , Feyd continued. His bloody hand tentatively grasped your necklace, which ended right at your breasts. The Harkonnen symbol, gleaming in silver. Your clothes were black again. You opted for a figure-hugging jumpsuit made of silk. With quite a deep V-neck, but not too obscene and no arms. Your arms were slender, but a closer look revealed a slight muscular structure. You were certainly able to show them. Your hair wasn't styled, it was just left loose. Your face was adorned with very subtle make-up. Quite enough for Feyd. He wasn't a fan of women putting themselves on show. ❝My beautiful queen…❞ , he spoke calmly and his hand wandered along your arm. Your skin was surprisingly cool. ❝Are you nervous? The arena will be completely full today.❞ , you asked him. ❝No, not really.❞ , he replied, his hand still on your arm. ❝One of them will just be a bit drugged, I was just told... otherwise it's boring.❞

((There was never any talk of no drugs at all, I reflected. That would emphasize Feyd's annoyance more clearly.))

❝You never know how they'll react under drugs. Some of them are dazed, others can become very aggressive... once I was bitten on the leg.❞ , he told you. ❝Sometimes I can kill someone after five seconds, another after five minutes. It's different for everyone. Makes it difficult, but interesting.❞ You didn't want to admit it, but you were a little scared for him after he said that someone had managed to bite him once. ❝I have a gift for you.❞ , he said suddenly and you looked at him with raised eyebrows. ❝Why for me? It's your day!❞ , you said irritated. He turned his head to the right and summoned another Harkonnen. He handed your fiancée a red velvet box. ❝Get out!❞ , he said in a harsh tone and turned his head back to you. He briefly examined the box himself, feeling the soft, shimmering red fabric, before placing it on the floor in front of you. You looked at him uncertainly. He nodded towards the box. ❝Go on, open it!❞ , his voice rang out excitedly, but quiet. Your delicate fingers briefly felt the velvet. The contents left you speechless for a moment as you opened it. Your lips were parted, he realized that you wanted to say something, but it had literally left you speechless. ❝Because I can't give you my own, I've just spontaneously thought of something else.❞ , he began to explain. Your eyes wandered to him, still not knowing what you might say. ❝You know I'd give you my heart, right?❞ , he asked you. He was a psychopath. Completely sick. You realized once again that it didn't bother you or scare you. On the contrary, you found it interesting. Smiling, your fingers grasped the still bleeding heart and you squeezed it lightly with your fingertips. You had never held a heart in your hands before. You even thought it was still a little warm. You didn't even notice how he leaned to you and watched you closely. ❝Do you know?❞ , he asked again. His tone still dark.

Feyd wanted an answer now. You carefully put the heart back in the box and closed it. You put it to one side and your fingers reached for the bowl of black paint instead. The warrior tilted his head, irritated but interested. You dip your fingertips into the paint and place them on his pectoral muscles. All his muscles tensed, you liked the sight. No, you loved it. Your fingers made another stroke on his chest. An X directly over his heart. Feyd wasn't sure he really understood. ❝Yes, I know now.❞ , you grinned wickedly and set the bowl aside. ❝Don't stop.❞ , he purred. With red cheeks, your fingers slid back into the paint and you traced his other paintings once more. Feyd enjoyed your gentle touch. He had never felt this before you, nor did he know that he would ever find this kind of physical contact pleasurable. Your gentle kisses, your hugs. All of this. He reached for your other hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it several times, when he suddenly stopped. For a brief moment he was frozen, but his eyes opened and looked straight into yours. ❝What is it?❞ , you asked, startled, and slowly withdrew your hand. But with a lightning-fast hand movement, he grabbed your wrist and looked at your slender fingers. ❝You touched yourself!❞ , he said sternly, staring at you with menacing eyes. ❝I can smell it!❞ Redness rose in your face again. You really hadn't meant to do it. But when you were lying on the soft bed again, the shouting crowd in the background, it just happened. You had been aroused by what had aroused him before. Power.

And even though you'd been in the shower, even washed your hair, could he smell it? It was shameful. You were so ashamed at that moment that you wanted to sink into the floor or be one of the dead women to avoid an awkward conversation. But neither was possible. Feyd's expression hadn't changed. His eyes still stared at you menacingly. It was a joke to him. He didn't mind, not at all. But he was having fun playing with you. His grip on your hand loosened a little, but he didn't let go. He smiled a little. ❝Were you thinking about me?❞ , he asked. You swallowed and your head should probably be as red as the blood on his hands by now. You could only manage a nod, your body was incapable of anything more. Feyd's other hand quickly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer to him. ❝And what were you thinking about? What scenario was going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?❞ , the Harkonnen asked, the corners of his mouth turning upwards as he looked deep into your eyes. You couldn't manage a word. Your lips were open, but your brain wasn't producing any words. Your eyes were glued to his blue ones, which were now looking at you gently, but also slyly. ❝Did you imagine how and where I kissed you this morning?❞ , he asked in a whisper and you nodded. ❝Did you continue to imagine the situation in your head as it would have happened if we hadn't been disturbed? Is that right?❞ You nodded again. Nothing more was possible. His raspy voice held you spellbound like the singing of manipulative snakes. He pressed his lips so hard against yours that you could feel his teeth. He pulled your slight body onto his lap, your legs automatically wrapping around his hips. He placed your hand on the back of his neck and the other followed when he let go of it. ❝Do you often not listen to me?❞ , Feyd asked with a growl. His lips just millimeters away from yours. He just wanted to play with you. He was just having too much fun with your terrified face. You shook your head. ❝I always listen to you. Well... usually always.❞ A hand grabbed you by the jaw, but much more gently. Feyd let his lips brush yours, but there was still no kiss. He wanted to tease you. And he succeeded. And he loved it. He pressed his lips against yours, pulling you even closer to his body. You had already felt the excitement between his legs a few seconds ago. His fingers found the zipper at the back of your jumpsuit and pulled it down. He pushed you to the floor and pulled the beautiful garment off your body. He threw it into a corner, careful not to get it in the blood. Your simple but beautiful underwear was quickly removed by his skillful fingers. ❝All mine.❞ , he murmured and kissed your stomach, up to your breasts to bite them again. You moaned hoarsely and goose bumps covered your whole body as his tongue slid over your nipples. He could feel your rapid heartbeat. ❝No one comes in until I say so! I can't wait until tonight, my Baroness!❞ One of his strong hands pressed under your back so that your spine was not placed directly on the hard stone floor. He discovered his bite mark from the morning on your neck and he bit it hard again. Startled, you caught your breath. Vladimir Harkonnen would have you killed for this, you were sure of it. Feyd ran his tongue over the wound. ❝Much sweeter.❞ , he growled happily. You didn't notice him dipping his hands into the pool of blood. Not until he started to paint you with the red liquid. Confused, you opened your eyes, but Feyd held you in place. ❝Stay still, I want to see the whore's blood on you!❞ , he growled excitedly and his lips made their way down your body, his fingers spreading the blood between your labia. You were shocked that you liked it in a beastly way. You covered your mouth with your hand as you felt his tongue on your flower-rose again.

Your eyes settled briefly on the dead pet, her jaw visibly broken. Now you knew why her chest was completely cut open and disemboweled. You were torn from your thoughts when Feyd grabbed your hands with one of his and placed them over your head. Not letting go. ❝The others have escaped. I'll deal with these whores another time, I promise!❞ , he murmured hoarsely, biting your neck again to taste your blood. His eyes scrutinized your upper body again and the silver chain that sparkled brightly in the dim light. Some of the red marks from this morning were still clearly visible. Also the places where he had bitten you. He loved it. He briefly let go of your hands to position you the way he wanted you. Your legs wrapped around his hips again so your abdomen was a little higher. ❝Good lady.❞ , Feyd murmured. He bit your ear tentatively as you felt his cock against your labia. You both let out a sigh of pleasure as he began to slide his length over your sex. The pressure on your clit was perfect. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders to press him even closer to you. His face was buried in your neck and his hot breath was driving you crazy. His pace was calm, slow. But it excited you much more. And he had no problem with that. One of his bloodied hands went under your head to support it. A brief wave of heat rolled over your body as his hoarse moans became a little louder.

Feyd would have loved to bite you all over, but he knew he had to hold back at least a little. His movements in his hips stopped and you thought he had already come. But he didn't. His free hand brushed through the pool of blood next to you, then he held his fingers against your lips. ❝Taste it!❞ , he commanded. You hesitated for a moment, even though you were very familiar with the taste of blood. But your tongue slid over the underside of his thumb as if of its own accord, the other fingers resting on your face. It tasted like any other blood to you, but Feyd seemed to taste differences in every body. ❝So?❞ , he asked as he licked his own fingers. ❝Like filthy rotten flesh.❞ , you answered him breathlessly. In the hope that he was satisfied with this answer. And he was. Hungrily, his lips attacked yours. His hand gripped your jaw, not firmly. Just to hold you in place. Your tongues danced together, your lips and teeth smeared with blood. He pressed the tip of his cock against your clit, you tried to gasp for air, which was very difficult because of the kiss. But he had to release as he came and moaned deeply. His movements didn't stop, however, as he knew you weren't ready yet. He continued to slide his tip against your pearl, you felt his liquid running down your inner thigh. When his tongue caressed your bloody cleavage and his free hand stroked one of your breasts, it was too much for you and your body jerked to climax. You squint your eyes because the feeling was almost unbearable. Feyd lingered on you for a few seconds after your climax. He would have loved to give you a second, a third, but his absence would not go unnoticed.

In a flash, the man rolled onto the floor, pulling you with him so that you were now lying on his chest. You both found it hard to breathe, you were still shaking a little. You didn't say anything for a few seconds until you heard him growl. Startled, you jumped up and looked at him questioningly. What had you done wrong? ❝Never touch yourself again when I'm around, do you understand?❞ , Feyd asked you, still breathing heavily. ❝Only when I'm going to be away without you. For whatever reason.❞ , he continued. ❝Understood, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.❞ , you grinned at him. Growling, the man sat up and you remained seated on top of him. Fearing what would follow. ❝I hope so for your sake.❞ , he whispered and his hand placed on your cheek, pulling you into another deep kiss. When he broke away, he looked at your bloody body. There was blood on him as well, but no one wouldn't see it through the clothes he was about to wear. He would just have to wash his face, hands and arms. You too. ❝Don't wash it off!❞ , he ordered you. Before you could expand, he added, ❝I want to see it on you tonight!❞

I somehow can't imagine that there are condoms in the Dune Universe, haha. Let's forget about all the side effects of the birth control pill here. They don't exist in this Universe.

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ೃ࿔ SAVAGE BONDS part 2 『 feyd rautha x atreides!reader 』

summary: destined to one another since conception, your very life belongs to feyd rautha. as a token of good will you are sent to the strange planet of giedi prime a week before your wedding ceremony, only to learn that it is far more hostile than you imagined it would be. a failed assassination attempt has tempers flaring and sparks flying when it is decided to be safer to sleep alongside feyd. you hate to admit it, but he has played the part of a "protector" better than the guards who were tasked to watch over you. whilst you have been dreading this union all of your life, feyd has been anticipating it. meeting you as children had left him awe-struck. . . and a bit obsessed.

warnings: !SMUT HEAVY IN FUTURE PARTS!, feyd is super overprotective in this fic and kills multiple people in your honor, blood and gore, it's a dark romance folks, political marriage, forced proximity, temporary unrequited love, a lil dubious consent in some scenes, there's a lot of talk about breeding, enemies to lovers (in your mind, not his), there's a "who did this to you" scene, knife play, blood kink, breeding kink heavy, lots of scent marking/marking.

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Legs tangled in gray sheets. The lightning-quick flash of a silver dagger, held by a pale hand.

The images in the dream are more like fragments- impossible to discern and decipher. On the bed, asleep and vulnerable. . .

There’s you.

And then Feyd wakes up, heart hammering in his chest so hard he can feel it in his throat. Slowly his fingers crawl up, up, up the expanse of the bed in search of something. In search of warmth, of you. Nothing. He’s just as alone in his room as he was when he drifted off into sleep. He lays awake the rest of the night, tossing and turning with worry.

This dream felt more like a warning than just another disjointed nightmare. It felt real. He was used to having dreams every now and again which clearly depicted a future outcome. He saw you in his dreams quite often, more so once he was no longer a boy-child.

If someone thought to hurt you… he’d just have to hurt them first.

The customs you and your people practiced were completely different to those that were normal on Geidi Prime. You watched one of your ladies-in-waiting as she brought over another small bowl of sweet smelling bath salts, dumping it in and using her hand to properly dissolve them. For a moment you felt self conscious, running your fingers through your hair as you looked at their perfect complexions and shaved heads. What did they see when they looked at you? Someone beautiful and strange. . . or an alien?

Still, you would eventually have to disrobe and bathe. Pressing your luck and refusing their help would only solidify your place as an outsider. You were sure that whispers of your arrival were already spreading like wildfire, and it was almost guaranteed that no one was happy about it. An Atreides amongst Harkonnen’s? You were nothing more than a pariah on their industrial wasteland of a planet.

The air was even more acrid in your lungs than it had been the night before, and while the smell of the rose body oils and salts were thick and hazy in your room, you could still catch the scent of pollution. Already you missed the cool, crisp air of Caladan. You missed your horses, your parents and your brother to the point of pain. This was not where you belonged. Not here in Geidi Prime. Not here with Feyd-Rautha.

The urge to cry yourself hoarse was practically undeniable, and yet you somehow managed to resist. You were late to breakfast already, and surely the Baron was making some unsavory comments about your family and their taught “manners”. So you untied the front of your nightdress and shimmied out of it, letting the soft cotton pool at the ground beneath your feet. The women couldn’t help but gawk at the tiny imperfections they saw there- a beauty mark you’d had since you were a child, a scar you’d received while training with Gurney. You weren’t used to feeling so self conscious, and so you were quick to grab one of the women’s extended hands so that you could sit down in the murky bath water.

They rubbed floral smelling soaps into your hair and on your skin, making sure to handle you as though you were as fragile as porcelain. You wished they would scrub you raw. Even then they wouldn’t be able to cleanse you of your fears. You were in the hands of the Harkonnen’s now.

No one could save you.

“We are not very used to styling hair, my lady. It might not be to your liking.” One of the women said anxiously. The way that her hands shook as she gripped the hairbrush was not lost on you.

How cruelly were they treated here? Or even worse- what did she think of the Atreides family? What lies had they poisoned these people’s impressionable minds with? You didn’t care to dwell too much on such thoughts. Reaching out you gently removed the brush from her hands, flashing her the kindest smile you could muster before shaking your head.

“Leave this to me then. Why don’t you pick something for me to wear from my things?” Your bags were still packed, lying exactly where a few servants had laid them last night. You had denied every offer to have them unpacked for you.

Denial. You refused to believe that you were actually stuck here. This would never be your home. It couldn’t be.

“He’s not here,” Feyd was sitting at a long, slate-gray table by himself. The food on his plate had barely been touched, but he had busied himself with chopping the meat up into miniscule pieces, too small to even fit on the prongs of his fork. “If you were planning on trying to make a good impression, you can forget about it. He always has his food sent to his quarters.”

You thanked the two ladies that had shown you through the colorless halls under your breath, moving to sit on the other side of the table. At least eight chairs separated you from the Na-baron and it still wasn’t enough. You wished you were on an entirely different planet, lightyears away from the Harkonnen scum.

The room was practically empty aside from the large dining room table. No art decorated the walls or rugs to cover the floor. It was all cold, black marble with white accents.

“I don’t care, actually.” And you were being truthful. You didn’t care about getting on the Baron’s good side any more than you cared about getting on Feyd’s.

He smiled then, staring at you long and hard before licking one of his black painted canines. He was amused by the blase way you brushed off his uncle so easily. Indifference wasn’t something he was used to, especially not when everyone in the galaxy had tried so hard to get on their good sides. People tended to tread lightly as far as the Harkonnens were concerned. They were as wealthy as they were cunning.

“Be careful, little Atreides. Saying things like that might get you hurt around here.” His gruff voice was but a whisper now, and suddenly you felt as though there weren’t twelve feet of dead-air separating the two of you.

You had picked up your fork, ready to eat whatever bland food had been prepared for you, but froze at his words. Heat rose to your cheeks and you were quick to lean back in the ornate high-backed chair, the cool iron seeping into your back through your clothes.

“Do you mean to threaten me?” Your words were icy, tongue sharp and ready to give him a proper lashing.

“It’s not a threat, darling.” He was practically purring, reveling in the joy of referring to you whilst using a pet name. It suddenly looked as though a switch had been turned on, his eyes narrowing on you. “I know him far better than you do. He’s killed people for far less. Be careful.” There seemed to be something he wasn’t telling you. There was genuine warning in his tone.

A pause.

“Please.” And then he went back to eating.

So were you supposed to act gutted at his uncle’s absence? You picked up the fork and took a bite of whatever had been put on your plate. It wasn’t at all what you were used to. Even the food tasted. . . fake. The meat tasted like it had been pumped full of chemicals and was mealy in your mouth, like sand. Still, you swallowed despite your distaste and shoved the plate away from you.

“Who have you assigned to be my sparring partner? I’m sure that my father made your uncle aware that I train daily, correct?” If you didn’t physically exert yourself and blow off some steam then you were bound to get no sleep tonight.

Last night you had tossed and turned, unable to stay asleep when your body was constantly alerting you to possible dangers. Even now you were on high alert, eyes locked on the knife that sat on the right side of Feyd’s plate. Your own fingers danced towards yours it you watched. Waited. Worried.

“Training?” He tilted his head again, eyes narrowed in disbelief. You could almost see the cogs turning as he mulled over your words. “What good would training do you now? If there are any threats then I am here to protect you- that’s my duty as your husband.”

Ah, yes. Why would a woman train when she could just sit back and play the part of a perfect little wife instead? You could spit.

“Would you rather I just hunt down one of your servants and kill him for sport?” You hated that he was so good at getting a reaction out of you. Maybe you were acting too much like a brat, but you wanted to see him squirm. Seeing him mad must be better than seeing him. . . like this.

For a second he sat there, arms perched nonchalantly over the armrests of his chair, staring at you with a crooked smile. You jumped in surprise when a chuckle escaped him, the act itself so out of place, so surprising that all you could do was stare in horror. The chuckles soon morphed into frenzied laughter, and he was quick to lean back in his seat so that he could place a hand on his chest.

“Was that funny to you?” You spoke through gritted teeth.

He watched the muscle in your jaw clench and unclench with wild eyes, sucking in a deep breath in the hopes of calming himself. Still, to hear such a beautiful woman speak such hideous words. . . it was wonderful, bordering on perverted.

“If you do kill a servant, please make sure I’m there to watch.”

He was too busy watching your face to notice the knife that you slid into the sleeve of your dress. With a huff you stood up, your skirts dryly brushing along the ground as you started to make your way out of the large room.

“I require a trainer.” You tried to mimic your mother’s tone, straightening your shoulders as you turned to look at him.

Lady Jessica always had a way of commanding a room. She was powerful, your mother. You needed to channel that same power now.

“You’ll train with me then,” He stood up from the table, the height and build of him alone nearly causing you to take a step back. You’d forgotten how large he was. How formidable. “Consider it a wedding gift.”

This had you balking, mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of some way to refuse. He was already stalking past you though, ignoring whatever retorts you were bound to make.

“I recommend getting changed. . . Unless you want me to tear that dress to shreds.”

That awful, ugly, no good-

“Bastard!” You whispered under your breath, wadding up your dress just to angrily toss it onto your bed.

You sank to your knees, braiding your fingers into your hair so that you could give it a few good yanks. He was doing this to fuck with your head. All of this was calculated on his part, it had to be. Was it all just to get a rise out of you? Or did he truly want to try and hurt you? You couldn’t figure him out, and that boiled your blood. All Harkonnens were cunning, blood thirsty schemers. You wouldn’t put it past him to be unhappy with the marriage arrangement, choosing to resort to violence in order to end things.

‘Now. Now is the time to strike.’

You’d already hidden the blade under the mattress of the bed. The Baron wouldn’t allow you to live if you killed his precious nephew, but you’d much rather put up some sort of a fight than be put down like a dog. After taking a few steadying breaths you somehow managed to pull on your trousers and shirt, your mind plagued with dangerous, dangerous thoughts. If the moment called for it you were certain that you could not kill Feyd in hand to hand combat. His skills with a blade was well known across the galaxy, and while you were more than able to defend yourself, you weren’t delusional enough to think that you could manage to beat him without using underhanded tactics.

You’d have to wait until his guard was lowered.

“Do all women take this long to get ready?”

You hadn’t heard the door open, nor his footsteps approaching. Who knew how long he had been watching you. The intrusion was an unwelcome one. You looked up to glare at him, trying hard not to balk at his appearance. The clothes he wore were skin tight, a black material that caught the dim lighting- like it was made of pitch black oil. His pants were tucked into big black boots, laced up high on his calf.

He stretched his arms up, leaning against the doorframe so that he could continue his awkward staring.

He did a lot of that it would seem. Any time you turned your head to face him you found that he was already looking in your direction. It was odd. . . off putting to say the least. Of course you couldn’t know that he was currently tracing the lines of your face with his eyes, committing every detail to memory. You were so different when he compared you to the females that he was used to seeing. You were all soft lines, long lashes and doe eyes. He found it impossible not to look at you. Gorgeous… you were gorgeous.

“It took me a while to get out of my dress on my own.”You shoved your way past him in the doorway, his chest warm under your palms.

You were quick to jerk away, startled by the fact that this was the first time that you’d touched him since the two of you had reunited.

You didn’t hate the feel of him, but you should have.

“Then you should have asked for some help.” He said, reaching out to grab you by the back of your shirt when you started to walk off in the wrong direction.

Feyd pulled you along like he would a pet on a leash through the triangular halls, ignoring your mumbled curses as you tried swatting him away.

The shield vibrated in your ears as you switched on the button, enveloping you in its warmth.

You used to find it uncomfortable as a child, the tight, foreign warmth triggering a mild case of claustrophobia. You were used to it now, wearing it like a second skin. You waited for Feyd to turn his on as well, the blade clutched tight in your palm.

You waited. And waited. And waited.

“Where’s your shield?” You asked him, motioning towards his hip with your free hand.

There it was, that crooked smile again. He was laughing at you. Was he trying to infer that you were weak? Was he so confident in his skills that he didn’t even see you as a threat?

“I don’t see the nee-” He didn’t get very far.

You kicked your leg out, catching the back of his right knee. His legs buckled, and he was quick to adjust himself, his left arm flying up to catch your wrist before you could sink the blade home. For a split second the two of you just stared at each other. Mild shock in his eyes, your own alight with an anger so consuming that you feared you might be burnt up with it. He gave your arm a sharp tug, hard enough that the joint rolled uncomfortably in its socket.

You kicked your leg out before he could throw you over his shoulder, landing a sharp blow to his ribs. You heard him let out a pained moan before you hit the ground. Using your weight to your advantage, you tucked your body in, rolling to the side so that you could easily stand up to your knees, blade poised at your side and ready for an attack.

“You fight well, Atreides.” Feyd purred, spinning his blade between two fingers before letting it fall back into his pale palm.

“Turn on your shield.” You growled, rising to your full height so that you could begin circling him, a panther ready to pounce.

“Was it Duke Leto that trained you?” Still, he was ignoring your statement.

“No.”

“No, of course it wasn’t him,” He took a step closer to you, eyeing you down. No one had looked at you like that before. . . and it made your skin crawl. You didn’t want to be desired by this man, the thought alone was miserable enough to have bile rising in your throat. “Your father is too weak-spirited to ever train you himself, lest he accidentally harm you.”

Your heart was beginning to pound in your ears now, vision tunneling. All you could see was Feyd. All you could imagine was the blade that you were currently white-knuckling sunk hilt deep into his chest.

“How horrible it must be for Caladan to have a Duke so. . . spineless.”

You bared your teeth, and for a second you were sure that you would snap the hilt in half with how hard you were gripping your blade. You demanded blood for such an insult. How dare he. How dare he.

“I should cut out your tongue!” You screamed, pointed the blade at him.

‘Don’t come any closer’ you urged with your eyes, feeling the angry tears causing your vision to fog. A Harkonnen was insulting your father. He was insulting your family and now he was smiling at you. The bastard had the gall to smile and this time all of his teeth were showing. Wide, unabashed in his joy. He was terrifying. So much so that you felt your legs begin to shake underneath you.

“But you’ll want to put this tongue to good use eventually.” His gravelly voice purred.

“Silence!” And before you could even control yourself you were using the Voice.

You might not be as talented as your brother when it came to hand to hand combat, but your mother had taken the time to teach you well. Feyd’s mouth snapped shut so hard that you heard his teeth clatter together.

“One more word and I will gut you.” Your voice shook and before you could rethink your actions you were lunging forward, the blade cutting through the air. . .

Aimed at his throat.

He was quick to push your arm away with his forearm, and even with the shield up you could feel the bone shattering pressure he put behind the movement. He was stronger than Paul- stronger than even Gurney. He took advantage of the fact that you were put off balance and grabbed a fist full of hair, the shield around you flashing red as he pressed his blade as close as he could to the base of your throat. Your scalp exploded in pain, eyes watering as he gripped harder to yank your head back so that you were staring directly into his eyes. They held no malice towards you, even despite the fact that you were obviously trying to maim him.

And then he leaned in closer. And closer.

“If I didn’t know any better then I would think that you were actually trying to kill me.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. You could practically feel the warmth of his lips against your skin as he spoke, your heart roaring in your ribcage. With your chests practically touching like this you could smell him.

You’d only caught the scent of spice once in your life- and it was akin to bitter cinnamon. There was something else though, something more complex to it. Aromatic spices you couldn’t quite put your fingers on and. . . the natural musk of his skin.

“So you can speak again?” You managed to tease him through your pain, wincing as he brought you even closer against his chest. The blade that you clutched in your hand was now pressing against his side, the pointed edge digging into his skin.

He didn’t wince, even when you put more pressure against it.

“You think it wise to use the Voice on me in my own home, little girl?” He hissed as he pulled away from your ear, and the fire that was in your eyes was now mirrored in his own.

Slowly you moved the blade away from him, the metallic clanging echoing around the room as you let it fall to the floor. Your palm hurt from the vice-like grip you had been holding it in.

“Release me now.” You didn’t shy away from staring into his eyes, unwavering even when he pressed the blade even tighter, the shield vibrating louder and louder around you.

He leaned in, even when your hands moved to press against his chest, willing him to give you space. You could barely breathe with him this close to you. His own knife clattered to the ground, and using his free hand he ripped the shield from off of your hip. The gasp that escaped your lips was uncontrollable. You could feel his breath on your lips as his eyes continued to swallow you up whole.

They looked even bluer when you were up close like this, framed by long black lashes. For a split second you wondered what had become of that beautiful little boy you had met. Had Baron Vladmir beaten the beauty out of him? Or perhaps it had never truly been there to begin with.

When Feyd looked at you, up close like this, all he saw was the object of his ever-present affections. Something yawned to life in his chest- the need to protect. All at once he felt wrong, disgusting and horrible for causing you any sort of pain.

But you looked so lovely with those tears in your eyes. So much so that he gave your hair another small yank, a shuddered breath escaping his lips as you yelped in pain. He saw the hate in your eyes and he detested it.

‘Fear me’ he silently urged. ‘Love me, do as I say and I will become your slave.’

His lips brushed against yours, achingly slow- painfully soft.

“I yield.” You were quick to say, pulling as far back as you could even with the grip he had on your hair.

Fire. Your scalp felt like it was on fire.

And then he released you, taking a step back with a heaving chest. The spell now broken, it felt like the world around you suddenly resumed its orbit. Wordlessly he pressed a hand to his side- the side that you had pressed the knife- and when he pulled it away you could see that it was stained with blood.

“Didn’t you say that you were going to gut me?” There was no hint of humor in his voice now.

“I wanted to.” You conceded.

“Then you should have tried harder.”

Again you lay in bed awake, unable to fall asleep. You told yourself that it was just homesickness that had you clinging to the blankets, but you knew better. What had happened today left you rattled and confused.

There were a hundred times today that Feyd could have killed you. Everything that Gurney had ever taught you had disappeared like smoke in the wind the second that your father was mentioned. You had acted on instinct alone.

And if it was an actual fight to the death then you would have lost. Miserably.

There was something strange about it though. It never once felt like an actual training session. He taught you nothing and gave you no feedback. Not only that but. . . it never felt like he actually wanted to damage your pride. He didn’t turn on his shield before and after taunting you, almost as though he actually wanted one of your attacks to land.

He had allowed you to get everything out of your system. You hated that it had worked. It wasn’t helping you to sleep tonight though. No, you had other things on your mind now.

Like the fact that he had almost kissed you.

Your knowledge was limited where men were concerned, but you were nearly positive that there was something sexual about the way that he had treated you. It was like he didn’t want to actually hurt you, but still went out of his way to touch you.

You’d be sure to ask for someone that might be willing to train you again tomorrow over breakfast. Someone who wasn’t Feyd, preferably. Lunch and dinner had been spent in silence on your part tonight. He had tried to strike up conversation a few times, even baiting you in ways that might warrant annoyance and anger. You didn’t budge. Why? Because you hated how nervous you felt in his presence now.

Was it because you were afraid of him? That had to be it. Hearing about his proficiency in fighting and seeing it first hand were two different things. He had practically swung you around like a ragdoll. It was absolutely humiliating.

Yes, that had to be it. . . well, you hoped.

“Atreides.”

The sound of your name had you bolting up into a sitting position, willing your eyes to adjust to the non-existent lighting in the room. The sound of footsteps had your heart jumping up into your throat, adrenaline flooding your system once you realized that it wasn’t a voice that you recognized.

No one had entered the room since you’d gotten back from dinner, which meant. . .

Whoever this was had been hiding, waiting until you completely lowered your guard. You were in danger. Horrible, horrible danger.

‘Be careful. Please.’ You remembered Feyd’s words from earlier.

He had been trying to warn you.

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