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Captain at sea ii

Five years after the 10th Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow returns to District 12 as a naval officer to protect the sea borders of Panem. As Captain at Sea Snow, he strives to make a name for himself and escape the cycle of betrayal in his history.

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Warning: power imbalance, superior, nsfw, mention of death, detailed description of sex, betrayal, and more.

Not suitable for minors.

Part 1

The night when Elise was woken by Coriolanus' knocking was of rare beauty. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the stars sparkled like a thousand tiny diamonds. It was pleasantly warm, almost too warm for this time of year.

The moonlight illuminated only part of his face, making the angular, sharp jaw and pale skin appear more prominent. The light blue irises also shimmered.

"Coriolanus, I..." Elise began hesitantly, but her words were lost in a deeply thoughtful silence.

She searched desperately for a spark of hope in Coriolanus' face, something that told her he would forgive her betrayal of him and of Panem. But she could only hear the soft rustle of his dark gray uniform as he moved minimally, and the light of the moon that partially illuminated his face now cast eerie shadows on his features.

A cold shiver ran down Elise's spine when she had to face the truth.

He had come to get them.

In a few hours, shrouded in the rising mist and the weak morning sun, he would watch the life drain from her body.

"Coriolanus..." her voice sounded brittle in the stillness of the night. His face seemed hurt with disappointment as she tilted her head back just a little to look up at him.

"I had no idea that something like this would happen."

Elise was on the verge of tears. A sparse last one tried to justify himself.

If she had known what a simple attempt to help her cousin in a difficult phase would have entailed...

She would probably have tried to influence him more, tried to keep him away from the wrong influences, she was the older one and he was like her little brother.

Now he had brought them both into a life-threatening conflict with the law.

The words barely escaped her lips, and yet she had to say them in order not to be swallowed up by the darkness. The thoughts of the executions, the danger Louie was in and the uncertainty about her own future forced themselves more and more into her consciousness and almost paralyzed her with fear.

"But I suspected it."

Coriolanu's voice was hissing and rougher than the night before. He must have put a lot of strain on his vocal chords.

"12 is a shithole. Just like the people here..."

"...You can count yourself lucky to be able to leave us again after your work."

Abandoned...

Elise's heartbeat slowed to what felt like five beats per minute. All her blood suddenly sank into the pit of her stomach and a strange kind of relief spread through her.

But none of the positive kind.

She could think of nothing but the hangingtree, from which she had inexplicably narrowly escaped at the moment.

Coriolanus seemed unaware of her involvement and the idea behind it to distract him.

Nevertheless, she couldn't shake off the unpleasant feeling that continued to choke her throat.

Either Louie wasn't caught for some reason, or Coriolanus and the other high-ranking naval officers weren't finished with their interrogations.

The mere thought of it made Elise feel sick to her stomach. She had already experienced the interrogation of a traitor on one of her jobs.

Torture of the worst kind, often for days on end, was apparently quite normal. When the men were finally handed over to the self-knotted rope or the firing squad, their faces were usually already disfigured beyond recognition, swollen and bloated.

She forced herself to look coriolanus in the eye for a longer period of time so as not to arouse his suspicion and noticed a slight change in his facial expression. The hardness and coldness seemed to slowly crumble and for a moment she could just see tiredness and horror.

The exhaustion that really weighed heavily on his shoulders made his tired eyes burn uncomfortably. He had been awake for more than 20 hours, and yet his thoughts were relentlessly revolving around the betrayal that had taken place in the ranks of the sailors.

He detested those who opposed the system, those who planned to flee and break the law.

Coriolanus wondered hourly how they could be so treacherous, so selfish and self-serving to betray the land that fed them and kept them alive. They had no idea how hard life really was, how many sacrifices had to be made to maintain order and yet they dared to go against what was right and just.

The memory of the past hours filled Coriolanus with a burning rage that boiled heavily under his skin.

He remembered the echo of his own footsteps as he made his way to the cells with Admiral Smith and Captain Johnsen. Surrounded by at least ten armed peacekeepers, the prisoners had clearly heard their boots on the damp floor.

Coriolanus' eyes cast glances that could have killed on the spot, even in the sparsely lit cell wing.

Everyone fell silent as the three naval officers turned to the captured sailors. Their pale faces and trembling hands on the bars gave Coriolanus satisfaction; he smelled their fear and despair in the air.

"What do we have here?" he asked in an icy voice that carried the coldness of the ocean and the harshness of the past years.

His eyes had narrowed on the men in front of him.

"Filthy RATS in a stinking hole."

A young sailor dared to reply, his voice little more than a whisper in the oppressive silence of the prison. "Please Captain Snow sir, we... we didn't mean to...".

"Silence!" coriolanus interrupted him with a scowl that instantly silenced the boy "You are nothing but vile traitors who have turned your backs on Panem, you are the dirt beneath my feet!"

"That's enough!"

Smith wiped his face with one hand and spoke for the first time.

"What were they doing down here? Having a little chat?" The old admiral had sighed deeply.

The disappointment that he had underestimated so many of his men was clear to see.

A black-haired sailor, visibly frightened, stepped closer to the grille "We... just wanted to see if our comrades were alright, maybe they needed something, bread or water..."

Smith snorted contemptuously. "Do you think I'm an idiot? Do you really think your ridiculous excuses are going to save you?"

"No sir"

"The way they were found here, it all points to desertion and they know what that means. The punishment for rebels and traitors is the gallows"

"It's about time we had a thorough clear-out here."

This was Coriolanu's opinion.

The prisoners trembled with fear as the officers withdrew. The gloomy silence was broken only by their whispers and whimpers. One boy was trembling so violently that the clanking of the chains on his hands could be heard.

Coriolanus turned to the guards as he walked and spoke with cold authority: "The rebels will be executed this morning. Prepare everything. I expect everything to go smoothly and God have mercy on you if any of these dismal figures go missing."

The guards nodded obediently and saluted before moving to carryout Coriolanus' orders. The chill in the air seemed to thicken as the reality of the impending execution weighed heavier and heavier on the prisoners.

Coriolanus turned away and left the cells, his face marked by gloomy thoughts and clearly hardened. He could already see the images of the traitors dangling from the gallows the next morning in his mind's eye.

It satisfied him.

These men had betrayed his trust, tarnished his reputation and that of the Marin and undermined his authority. And they would have to pay for it, he would make sure of that.

But despite his anger, despite his disappointment, he was strangely thinking of Elise at that moment.

He wanted to make sure she was safe. Even though it would bebetter if she only considered him a superior, he couldn't deny that a tiny little part of her cared about her well-being after their past interaction.

He was not a monster.

Coriolanus forced himself to control his emotions as he made his way to their apartment. It was a manageable town, he knew where his subordinates were staying, and that Admiral Smith's aide was to take them home.

So he wasn't surprised, but much more impressed when she opened the door for him in just a light nightgown.

The thin material revealed her excited nipples and nestled gently against the curve of her hip.

He would have liked to pin her against the wall again immediately and vent his frustration.

But it was obvious that Elise was tense when she let him in, trembling. He could feel the fear in her, it irritated him at first, after all, she hadn't done anything wrong, but he put it down to the circumstances of the past few hours.

It was all very upsetting indeed, but he couldn't take the time to comfort her. Not now, not here, preferably not at all, he was her superior and that was how it should stay.

"It is my duty to make sure that everyone is safe," Coriolanus finally revealed, his voice an octave softer than before, for he had noticed that she was visibly struggling to speak, "That you are safe, Miss Elise."

He slowly began to establish a formality that they were both used tofrom the last few days.

"Sorry to bother you so late. You can go back to sleep. I'll find out myself"

Elise lowered her eyes, the weight of her guilt still heavy on her shoulders. She knew that she would have to bear the consequences of her actions, even if Coriolanus had no idea. But at that moment, she was grateful for every second she was allowed to breathe.

"Perhaps you should also try to get some sleep, Captain," Elise suggested, her voice soft and subdued.

She knew very well that Coriolanus had sensitive antennae. Just the slightest change in her behavior would arouse his suspicion.

So she made an effort to create a formality similar to the one he pretended to have, while still appearing as approachable as ever.

"You look tired, yesterday must have been exhausting."

Elise offered him the sofa to rest for at least a few hours, even though she knew that, as her superior, he might not accept the offer.

"It's all right. The base is not far away"

"I insist. It's almost 03:30. It's probably a quarter of an hour's walk to the base, you'll get even less sleep. Please, sit down, sir," Elise said, pointing to the small sofa in the corner. "It may not be much, but it's comfortable enough for the few hours."

Coriolanus hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to take a seat. His gaze swept the room and Elise could literally feel the thoughts circling in his head.

"Thank you, Miss Elise," he finally said and sank deeper into the sofa. "I think it will be enough."

Elise nodded, but she couldn't ignore the tension in the air. She knew that Coriolanus was still burdened by the events of the day, by the executions he would witness in a few hours. But she also knew that he desperately needed rest to be fit for the day. On the other hand, fatigue would irritate his steely nerves. It wouldn't end well for anyone.

"I'll get a pillow and a blanket," said Elise and with quiet steps she was already at a cupboard at the end of the room, from which she dug out both.

Coriolanus looked absent, you could see his shoulders slump from the pressure he had put on himself.

"You know, Elise," Coriolanus finally began, his voice sounding somber. "These executions... they are necessary to maintain order"

Elise nodded as she handed him the sleeping utensils. She could see the tiredness in his eyes, the deep exhaustion evident in his features.

"Yes, sir," she replied quietly and swallowed hard. The fear for her cousin slipped back to the forefront of her mind. "I understand."

The two were silent for a moment and Elise could literally feel the silence filling the room. But then, all of a sudden, Coriolanus rose from his seat and began to get out of his uniform.

"I..." Elise stuttered and immediately went to the threshold of the bedroom.

You'd think their passionate encounter a few hours ago would have erased the awkwardness from their relationship. But now that she was clear from the Prosecco, her cheeks lit up and her eyes grew wide.

"I'm in the bedroom case should still be something"

Elise hurried into the adjoining room and held her breath as she hid under her bedclothes. She saw him lying down on the sofa in just his underwear.

Neither of them had bothered to remove too much clothing from the washroom.

She couldn't help but watch his prominent body from the bed, and for a moment she forgot everything around her.

He turned out to be tall and lanky, but his muscles were defined and well-defined under his clothes. His hips were square to his torso and the clearly visible V-line only came together under his boxer shorts.

Elise forced herself to avert her gaze and closed her eyes as she tried to organize her thoughts.

But despite her efforts, she couldn't banish the image of Coriolanus' body from her mind.

He had burned himself into her mind, his body, his primal moans and the feeling of his cock threatening to tear her apart inside.

It barely let up until exhaustion pulled her into another round of fitful sleep.

The night hung heavy as lead in the air when Elise was woken by a quiet scratching at the window. A cursory glance at the clock told her that she had only slept for two hours. The darkness around her had almost disappeared as she quietly peeled herself out of bed so as not to wake Coriolanus, who was lying on the sofa with his back to her.

She approached the window with cautious steps and pulled the curtain aside.

She felt a sudden stab of fear when she spotted Louie outside on the railing. He was balancing on the top rail to reach her window.

The first light of day fell on his tanned face and his eyes shone with excitement.

"Elise," he whispered softly as she opened the window. His voice sounded brittle with emotion. "I had to see you. I had to make sure you were safe."

It's crazy that someone had already told her that a few hours ago. Only with different intentions.

Elise felt a tear gather in her eye when she saw the look of despair on his face. "Louie," she breathed softly. "I thought they'd caught you."

He shook his head and a bitter smile flitted across his face. "I was lucky, but the others..." His voice broke off, and Elise could see the pain in his eyes.

"I'm so glad you're safe, Louie."

And suddenly she realized that the danger was far from over. Louie may have escaped, but the threat was still there.

"I couldn't help the boys any more, but some of them set off to escape by land," he began, but Elise quickly interrupted him.

"No, Louie," she whispered urgently. "Snow, he's here. Just don't say anything like that."

Her cousin looked horrified and furrowed his eyebrows "Captain Snow? What's he doing here?"

Elise skillfully ignored his question.

"If he even suspects that you're making such plans, he'll kill you. And now that I know, he'll kill me too. You mustn't do anything stupid Louie, promise me that."

But her cousin didn't let up, he probably suspected how she would treat the captain. "Elise, you must get away from him immediately," he urged. "He's a bully and you should stay away from him.".

"You wanted me to distract him," she whispered harshly.

"Not like that, he's dangerous..." he said emphatically.

"...You can come with me"

Elise felt a stab of panic in her chest when she heard his words.

But she had already prepared a contingency plan. One that wouldwork much better than her cousin's.

"No," she replied firmly. "The best cover is to be right under Coriolanu's nose."

Elise looked over her shoulder at intervals of a few seconds. She wanted to make sure that the short-haired blonde was fast asleep on her sofa and showed no signs of restlessness.

Louie looked at her in silence for a moment, you could tell he was considering both options, both of which came with their own risks.

He finally nodded in agreement. "You're right," he said quietly. "But distance yourself from him, please."

He didn't wait for her approval, he disappeared as quickly as he had arrived and Elise was left alone, with an uncomfortable feeling of cold feet and uncertainty in her heart.

Admiral Smith began the opening speech around seven in the morning about the greatness of Panem and the need for law and order.

The old one had sent for all employees punctually one hour before the start of the shift.

It was a speech that Elise had heard hundreds of times before. A standard set by the current president.

Elise could see Coriolanus and the other senior officers lined up just a few meters behind him, arms crossed behind their backs. He looked resigned, openly sharing his dislike of the rebels.

The two of them had previously come to the base together.

As the morning twilight began to filter through the window, Elise rose with a heavy heart. Half an hour later, she found herself in the kitchen, where she began to make coffee to cope with the day ahead. The quiet of the morning was broken only by the gentle ticking of the clock and the soft splash of boiling water.

Coriolanus stepped into the kitchen, still slightly dazed from sleep, wearing only boxers and a T-shirt. His bright eyes rested on Elise for a moment before he sat down at the table and put his hands around the steaming cup.

Elise had poured him a cup of coffee and sat down opposite him. "I've poured you a cup too, sir," she pointed to the steaming mug in front of her.

A faint smile played around his lips as he brought the cup to his left lips. "Thank you," he replied, welcoming the warmth of the hotbeverage. "It's rare that we can enjoy such luxury in the districts."

"Allotment from the Capitol," she replied mildly, gazing deeply into the small cup in front of her.

They drank their coffee in silence and prepared for the day. Elise changed into her uniform and checked her equipment, while Coriolanus put on his captain's uniform and laced up his boots.

The atmosphere was tense the whole way and never faded.

Elise had made an effort to chat about everyday things, but Coriolanus hardly seemed to notice her.

It was like being in a tunnel. The whole time.

Smith doesn't turn away from his cards and recites the indictment points in an uninspiring manner as the traitors are presented.

All young men who didn't want to fight to die for their country. Elise noticed that one of the boys was crying.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

"The charge is: aiding and abetting the liberation of detained sailors who were guilty of treason and desertion and were therefore sentenced to death by hanging. Which is punishable by death.".

One by one, they were led onto the gallows platform and placed on a crate.

It happened so quickly that there was hardly any time for tears.

The crates were kicked out from under them.

Elise flinched at the first man.

On the fourth, she closed her eyes.

Death by hanging had something barbaric about it, in many cases the neck did not break immediately. It was more of a slow strangulation and suffocation. Eyes bulged out, tongues swelled and at the moment of death the dying lost control of their bladder and bowels.

Elise could feel Coriolanus' gaze on her, even though she had kept her eyes firmly closed for some time.

He would still blame it on a woman's delicate disposition if he saw that she was shaking unusually violently.

But when he saw a few tears falling down her otherwise plush pink cheeks, it made him wonder. She hadn't known any of the men personally, he knew their company. He couldn't understand why she mourned them so much.

But she knew that she could have been one of many.

"Let us make one thing clear. All rebels will be identified and brought to justice. Every man, woman and child. All rebels and sympathizers will be hanged!".

Admiral Smith put the microphone back and closed the event as soon as the last body was lifelessly removed.

With a statement that such incidents were not an invitation to neglect daily duties, he and all those present left the podium or vacated their seats.

There was relief in the air that it was finally over.

But when Louie left the parade ground, he felt anxious and tense at the same time. One of his colleagues had whispered to him that Captain Snow wanted to see him in his office. The news had surprised him and made his heart beat wildly. He could only speculate what the reason was, but if Snow had known about him, he would have hung long ago.

But whatever it was, he knew that Snow's mouth couldn't be anything positive either.

His steps were hesitant as he approached the captain's office. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins and tried to gather his thoughts as he prepared to face the man who woulddecide his fate.

When he finally stood in front of the door, he took a deep breath and knocked respectfully. A muffled voice called him in and he entered hesitantly, his eyes fixed on Captain Snow, who was sittingbehind his desk.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Louie asked, his voice a little uncertain.

Silence reigned for a few moments in Coriolanus Snow's office. He had barely bothered to look up from his papers, while Louie stood fidgeting nervously in front of his huge desk.

"I have an important task for you," Coriolanus began, his voice calm but firm.

He now looked up lazily at his subordinate. "I need a new radio operator on board to fill the gap left by the decimation of our crew. And I have decided that you will take on this task."

Louie swallowed hard as he heard his future captain's words. He had hoped to escape this task and have a chance to flee overland instead. But now fate seemed to have thrown a spanner in the works.

"Sir, I... I don't know if I'm suitable for this job," Louie stammered uncertainly, his eyes nervously fixed on the floor.

Coriolanus raised an eyebrow, his expression impatient. "You're going to do it. You are assigned to the Interceptor's radio room effective immediately. Tomorrow we will go out together, and I will make sure you receive the necessary training to fulfill this assignment."

Louie swallowed again, his mind raging with panic and fear. He had hoped to leave this nightmare behind him, but now it seemed as if he was being dragged even deeper into it.

"With respect, Mr. Captain, I... I had other plans. I had hoped to go back out with my previous crew in two or three weeks..." Louie tried to talk his way out of it, his voice pleading.

Coriolanus' expression darkened now, and a hint of anger slid across his face. "I thought my orders were clear. Or should I have them arrested for insubordination?" he said slowly and incredulously.

Louie flinched as he heard his captain's words, his heartbeat wild with fear. He knew he had no choice, that he had to obey this order, no matter how much he disliked it.

"No, Captain!" he finally mumbled in resignation, his gaze lowered.

Coriolanus nodded curtly, his expression still grim. "Good, pack your things. We leave tomorrow at dawn.

Louie knocked nervously on Elise's door, she didn't have a shift until the afternoon that day, so she wouldn't be going back to work until around 1pm after this upsetting morning.

His heart beat wildly with excitement and relief when she opened the door and greeted him with a warm smile.

Elise was glad to see him and relieved that he hadn't done anything stupid yet.

"Louie! It's so good to see you," Elise said, her voice full of sincerity as she let him into her apartment.

He smiled back, even though he knew he had bad news. "Elise, I... I need to tell you something," he began hesitantly, his voice low.

Her usually bright smile faded again that day when she saw the seriousness in Louie's eyes. "What's the matter? Has something happened?"

He sighed and sank into a chair, his thoughts whirling wildly in his head. "Captain Snow has assigned me to the Interceptor's radioroom," he finally said, his voice muffled.

Louie was depressed, the idea of simply carrying on as before clearly displeased him, Elise could see that from the look on his face.

"I can't do this," he finally said after a short pause, his voice quiet but determined. "I can't just work on the Interceptor while all this is going on. I have to do something."

Elise looked at him with concern, a hint of understanding in her eyes. She knew that Louie was a man of strong convictions and that he couldn't just stand idly by while innocent people suffered.

"What are you up to again?" she asked cautiously, she was seriously worried that he was putting himself in such a life-threatening situation again.

Louie sighed and stared out of the window, lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the distant mountains. "This morning's proposal...I want to get away from here, Elise. I want to flee across the border behind the mountains and try to start a new life. Some people have already done it"

Elise swallowed hard; the idea of losing her cousin hurt her deeply. But she also knew that she couldn't stop him if he had decided to leave.

"Louie, this is dangerous," she said worriedly, her voice low. "You don't know what to expect there. It could be just as dangerous as here, maybe even worse."

Elise grabbed his wrists sternly to stop him symbolically

"Leave it alone, please. I don't want to see you on a rope like the other sailors this morning"

She squeezed his hand more insistently.

"Maybe that's a good thing. You'll be busy on the interceptor, so you can get some distance from what's going on."

Louie nodded slowly, his thoughts still jumbled. "I guess that's true," he muttered, his gaze absent. "And besides, Coriolanus may be tough, but he's always made sure all the men get back home safely so far."

Elise nodded reassuringly as she looked at Louie comfortingly. "I'm sure you'll be in good hands too, Louie. I'll pray for you and wait for you to return safely."

Louie smiled gratefully and reached for Elise's hand, forgetting his worries for a moment as he clung to her closeness.

That same afternoon, Coriolanus stood on the deck of the ship and looked at the almost seaworthy boat. The crew had long since left to enjoy the last few hours ashore. Only Elise had been ordered to help him with the final inspection of the boat. Even though his first officer of the watch was actually responsible for this, Corolanius preferred to check his ship himself out of habit before setting sail.

When Elise joined him at the beginning of her shift, she was unsure whether she should accept his order to help him check the ship. Women were considered bad luck at sea, but the captain seemed to insist that she was at his side.

"Miss Elise," he greeted her with a curt nod. "I would like you to help me check the ship."

Elise hesitated for a moment before replying: "But Captain, I'm not sure that's a good idea. Women on board bring bad luck, they say."

Coriolanus frowned and shook his head. "I don't believe in superstitions like that. And besides, we have work to do. I need someone I can trust, and you're the only one here I trust at the moment."

Elise looked at him uncertainly, but finally she nodded reluctantly. "All right, Captain Snow. But I hope you know what you're doing."

Coriolanus smiled tightly. "I always know what I'm doing," he replied slightly mischievously.

Together they began to inspect the ship, Elise assisting Coriolanus with each task. Elise felt a little tension in the air, but she was determined to help him.

Perhaps it was the cramped space and all the metal that almost crushed her.

They were forced to grind past each other in almost every task, there was no way of avoiding physical contact or even keeping an arm's length apart.

They both entered the engine room, where the monotonous hum of the engines filled the air. Coriolanus pointed to the various pieces of equipment and explained their functions with a certain stiff elegance.

As he pointed to an old rust stain on the wall, he said with a slightly ironic undertone: "That's our artistic interpretation of sea patina."

Elise laughed with relief as the awkward tension eased a little and they continued together. With every move, Coriolanus seemed to loosen up, his stiff posture giving way to a certain lightness and commitment that Elise admired.

As they left the engine room, Coriolanus led Elise through the central control room, where the navigation instruments and communication equipment were housed. He patiently explained every step and answered her questions with a hint of pride in his voice.

Then she pointed to a strange-looking device on the wall and asked, "What is that?"

Coriolanus followed her gaze and smiled slightly. "Ah, that's the ASDIC," he explained. "A crucial device that could help us locate enemy ships underwater. It works by emitting sonic pulses into the water and then analyzing the echo signals reflected from objects such as enemy submarines. An extremely useful technology that was invented several hundred years ago. It survived the Great War and would give us a strategic advantage."

They continued through the corridors of the boat. As they passed the door to the toilet, he made a disparaging remark: "A shithouse for 50 men. A real luxury, isn't it?"

Coriolanus opened the weapons cabinet just a few meters away and showed Elise the weapons intended for the protection of the crew while emphasizing their safety.

Finally, he led Elise to the lock of the wardroom. The door opened to a room of simple elegance, with a large table in the center and comfortable seating around the edges. At the end of the room was a door leading to the bunks.

"And here, Miss, is the wardroom and my humble retreat," he said, his voice coming softly from behind her, Eliese could feel that he was quite close to her right now. His body radiated an incredible warmth. "Welcome to my little kingdom."

She looked around, but found it hard to imagine Coriolanus there with his colleagues, drinking schnapps and laughing at dirty jokes.

Almost all the furnishings were made of wood and the bedding was red and white checkered.

She turned to coriolanus and smiled gratefully. "It's beautiful here, even if it is a little cramped. Thank you for showing me around."

He returned her smile and felt truly at home on his beloved ship for the first time in a long time.

The wardroom was barely big enough to take a sensible step as they stood close together. The tension from the constant contact of their bodies sent an electric crackle in the air, which both wanted to break out of sooner rather than later.

In a bit of a hurry, Elise wanted to leave the wardroom, so she stumbled forward awkwardly, over her own feet and almost fell.

Coriolanus caught her skillfully and held her tightly in his arms, a gentle smile on his lips.

"You should watch where you step, miss, Elise," Coriolanus murmured, his breath hot against her lips as he pulled her close. "I can't guarantee I'll always catch you."

Elise felt the tension in his voice, and a part of her, a more impulsive and passionate part, longed for more than just to be held by him.

"I'd be horrified if you didn't," she whispered, looking deep into his eyes, her lips just inches away from his.

There was a moment of hesitation between them before Coriolanus suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss. The world seemed to disappear around them as they lost themselves in this moment of passion, a moment in which they could leave the frustration and tension of the day behind.

Their kisses were chaste and innocent at first, but mutated into something wild and impetuous, full of desire and passion, an expression of their shared longing for redemption and oblivion. At that moment, there was only the two of them, and nothing else mattered.

When they finally broke away from each other, her breathing was heavy and irregular, her lips red and swollen from their passion.

"That was... inappropriate," Elise whispered, her voice barely more than a breath in the silence of the wardroom.

Coriolanus smiled lazily, his eyes shining with desire and excitement. "Yes, that was it," he murmured and pulled her into his arms again, ready to lose himself once more in this sweet ecstasy.

Thinking about the situation a few hours ago, he couldn't help but lose his mind.

This day has been so exhausting for him so far, so he would welcome it all the more if he could let off some pressure

Almost simultaneously, Coriolanus dropped the white captain's hat from his platinum blonde hair and pushed Elise onto the next best bunk.

"Coriolanus!" She chastised him, it wasn't appropriate to get cozy with each other at work. Someone might catch them.

In addition, the officers' bunks were not exactly bigger than those of the crew.

The thought that one of his colleagues would be sleeping on this very mattress for the next few hours made her feel uncomfortable.

Coriolanus was already quickly making his way to her lips and capturing them himself, wanting to silence her and hear nothing but her lewd moans.

Her next kiss heated faster as he easily slipped his tongue into her mouth. The intensity made her pull back for just a moment to catch her breath before Coriolanus tugged her further into the small sleeping compartment.

He soon trailed a path of kisses down her neck to her breast. The uniform and her bra were hastily thrown onto the metallic floor.

Coriolanus closed his lips around her nipple while his hand played with his opponent's bud. As he switched between each breast, he took the opportunity to stretch Elise across his lap. She inadvertently ground her wet cunt against his filled underpants.

He had wanted to do that all day.

Her back arched and settled into the wooden cross to make up for the lack of space and to be closer to his touch as her hips rocked into his, which hit her clit so perfectly. "Please. more." She moaned pathetically as he sucked her nipple between his lips and bit it gently.

"Yes? Do you want me inside you?" He grabbed her face and made her look at him. Her eyes were glassy and her cheeks were glowing red.

"Yes, Captain," Coriolanus groaned at her form of address.

She fell so easily for him, and who was he to deny her? The act would be perfect to release the pressure one last time before he was soon trapped at sea with 50 men.

He made quick work of it, disposing of his underwear and returning to a missionary position between her legs. He slipped easily into her cunt, due to the arousal she had generated from her continuous grinding.

For a moment, Corirlanus was concerned that the sounds of his skin slapping repeatedly against hers and the lustful moans could be amplified by the metal.

But he didn't care, the other sailors were fucking whores on their last night. And he wanted his fun just as much.

His hand made its way to her neck, wrapping around the flesh but not cutting off her air. Just the feel of his hand there gave him the thrill of power, as well as the pale Lilian marks that would surely show in the morning. he loved the idea of leaving something that made his physical claim on her clear in his absence.

"Hell, yes. More." She continued her words as she felt his cock pushingher toward the edge of bliss. Nothing turned Coriolanus on more than driving her to her orgasm.

He took his hand from her neck and brought it down to rub her aching clit.

"You want to come, don't you?". She nodded as best she could while he abused her clit and pounded into her at the same time.

Without much effort, she came on his cock. She squeezes around him and moans louder as she becomes sensitive to his relentless pace.

His cock twitches inside her almost simultaneously. Sticky warmth pours from him, stroking her walls and dripping past Elise's tight hole. A throaty sigh flows from Coriolanu's throat as her cunt flutters around him.

His blond hair tousled and pinned tightly to his forehead, he rolled away from her as best he could.

Her filled pussy really was the bliss he had needed before he left.

He would enjoy sniffing her scent of sex and sweat in his pillow every night.

The first officer of the watch ordered all crew members to stand still at six o'clock sharp. "Eyes left for Captain Snow."

The men looked nervous as they stood in a row and an awkward silence hung in the air.

Coriolanus finally entered the scene, his gaze stern and unrelenting as he surveyed the ranks of sailors. His expression had been one of satisfaction until then, but it quickly changed to disappointment and anger when he noticed the careless appearance of some of his men. He cleared his throat before taking the floor.

"Look at you!" he began in a voice that brooked no contradiction.

"Are you sailors or are you sluts?"

"You are soldiers of the Navy of Panem, and your duty is to always present yourselves in proper uniform and with respect for your service. What I see here is a mockery of our pride and discipline!"

The sailors addressed lowered their eyes in shame as their captain continued to speak. His words were like lashes that forced the men to pay attention.

"A true sailor shows respect for my ship and his comrades. The negligence I see here is unacceptable! Discipline and order are the backbone of our navy. Anyone who does not abide by this has no business on my ship!"

Coriolanus' voice rang loudly across the deck and the men flinched under his stern gaze. Most of them were not yet used to being told off so early in the morning.

Many of the older officers were more lax in this respect.

But he wasn't finished yet. He continued his speech with an expression of determination.

"We have recently had traitors in our ranks, men who have betrayed our values. They were punished, and now it is up to us to restore the honor of our navy. We will not tolerate weakness, we will not tolerate negligence. We will prove to ourselves that we are worthy to serve for Panem!"

The captain's words echoed in the minds of the sailors as they listened to his instructions. They knew there was no room for error or sloppiness, not under the stern gaze of Coriolanus Snow.

"At ease, and correct this shit immediately. Don't come under my nose like that again!"

"Is that clear?!"

"Understood, sir!" they replied in unison, their voices full of determination and respect.

Coriolanus nodded in satisfaction and watched as the crew immediately moved to carry out his instructions. The tension was heavy in the air, and the men worked with a new level of seriousness and dedication to ensure that everything was perfect.

The morning sun was just over the horizon when the Interceptor sailed, and Coriolanus stood on the deck, surrounded by the unpredictability of the ocean and the muffled sound of waves crashing against the hull.

As soon as they were a few miles from the mainland, it was time for the drills.

"All hands to battle stations!" he shouted across the deck, his voice loud and authoritative. "We're going to practise the whole thing until I can perform your tasks by heart, blindfolded. Speed, speed, speed!"

The team repeated his words as usual.

"At battle station"

The crew hurried to their positions, and Coriolanus watched them closely as they set to work. A stopwatch in his hand. He had no doubt that they all knew what was expected of them, but everyone had to know their task down to the smallest detail in case the worst happened.

"How long will it take us to get the guns ready?" he called to a young sailor who was tugging at the deck guns.

"Five minutes, Captain!" came the prompt reply, accompanied by an energetic nod from the sailor.

"Too long!" Coriolanus thundered back. "I want us ready to fire in three minutes, do you understand?"

"Yes, Captain!" replied the sailor and continued his work with even more zeal.

Coriolanus turned around and checked the other stations.

The speed at which they performed the drills was impressive, but he knew they could be even faster. He was used to demanding the best from his crew, and he wouldn't let up until they were perfect.

"What about the water bombs?" he called to another sailor working to his left.

"We're ready, Captain!" came the reply, accompanied by a proud look from the sailor.

"Well done," Coriolanus murmured with satisfaction before turning back to the rest of the crew. "But remember that we can't rest on our laurels. We must always be ready for the unexpected."

The drills lasted most of the day, and Coriolanus pushed his men relentlessly until he was satisfied with their performance.

He then let some of them return to their bunks to rest before the next day dawned.

He himself entered the command center to study the nautical charts.

"Second Officer of the Watch, set a new course for 1 7 0, southbound. We are patrolling the border about 20 nautical miles away. Until we reach our escort ship that we are to protect," Coriolanus ordered, his tone authoritarian and determined.

"Understood, Mr. Captain. New course 1 7 0, southbound," the second officer of the watch replied immediately and set about communicating the necessary adjustments to the helmsman.

The helmsman checked the instruments and nodded approvingly. "Course set, Mr. Captain. We're ready to pick up speed."

Coriolanus nodded with satisfaction. "Good, both engines ahead halfway."

"Yes!"

With one last check of the maps and instruments, Coriolanus left the command center. After the intensive drills on the deck of the boat, he finally approached his chief radio mate, which was sitting near the control center.

Coriolanus turned to Louie, who was operating the radio and radarequipment.

"Are you all right, Chief Radio Seaman?" Coriolanus asked, his voice calm but with a hint of impatience.

Louie jumped a little, he hadn't heard the blond-haired man coming, but then frowned as he took another look at the radar. "Nothing conspicuous on the screen, Captain. No suspicious movements or anomalies. The last weather report came in. It's supposed to rain tomorrow."

Coriolanus nodded curtly and sighed softly. "Let me know immediately if there's anything new," he ordered, his voice calm but firm.

"Yes, Captain," Louie replied obediently and turned back to the radio to continue his task.

"Also, send hourly reports to the Capitol about our current position," Coriolanus instructed him, his voice firm and authoritative as he scrutinized the young sailor with a sharp look.

"Report that we will catch up with our convoy in about 6 hours and bring our escort ship safely to District 10"

Louie nodded obediently and began to put on special headphones to deliver the message.

But Coriolanus noticed something else that immediately caught his attention. There was a cup of coffee next to Louie, and he sipped it with relish.

"Coffee, Louie?" Coriolanus asked with a skeptical look, his voice cold and dismissive.

Louie shrugged his shoulders slightly and looked up at Coriolanus. "Yes, sir. I got it as a gift from my cousin," he answered truthfully, trying to hide his nervousness.

A grim expression came over Coriolanus' face when he heard the name "Miss Elise". He knew that Elise received an allotment of coffee from the Capitol, and it annoyed him that a simple sailor like Louie benefited from it.

"Make sure you don't spill the dirt or I'll let you scrub the toilet with your toothbrush," Coriolanus added with a dangerous undertone, his voice like ice crawling over his skin.

Louie swallowed hard and felt the pressure from Coriolanus' words. He nodded obediently and lowered his eyes as he focused on the radio again. Coriolanus watched him with a cold stare for a moment before turning away and moving on to other tasks. It was important to him that discipline was maintained on his boat.

As the boat's journey progressed, Coriolanus Snow could sense the underlying tension among the crew. The atmosphere on board was clouded by the recent series of executions that affected some of the crew personally. From time to time he noticed some of them whispering, their looks worried and subdued.

Coriolanus, always attentive to the mood of his team, kept a close eye on what was happening.

But he was aware that he could not see everything that was going on behind the scenes. He therefore relied on his first watch officer, Tomlinson, who had long served him as a trusted informant.

So while he was having dinner with Tomlinson in the officers' mess, the opportunity had come to elicit his collected works from him.

Coriolanus lowered his voice and spooned up some of his soup: "So? Tomlinson?"

The dark-haired officer, slightly older than Coriolanus himself, knew immediately what was wanted of him.

He put his spoon to one side and frowned. "There's definitely unrest in the team. Some minor condescending remarks about the president and also some about desertion. But I think it's just general tension over the executions. They're worried about their families and friends."

Coriolanus nodded thoughtfully. "Names that keep popping up, anything specific?"

Tomlinson hesitated for a moment before replying, "Well, our engine mate has apparently written a few letters and is hiding them under his pillow. There have been some defeatist remarks in the torpedo room and our chief radio mate has been acting strange lately too. He seems a bit absent and nervous. But it could just be my misinterpretation."

"Absent and nervous, I've noticed that too, he didn't want to go out with us at first..." Coriolanus' expression remained serious as he putone and one together. "We can't ignore rumors. It is our duty to ensure the safety of the boat, the convoy and Panem. Make sure you make a proper note if you hear anything suspicious."

Tomlinson nodded obediently. "Understood, Mr. Captain."

Coriolanus nodded and took note of his 1 watch officer's concerns as they continued to eat their dinner in silence. He suppressed the urge to take immediate action. This mission was going well, almost smoothly in contrast to usual. He would make the effort afterwards and get to the bottom of the whole charade.

After everything remained calm throughout the journey and they completed their mission without incident, the boat slowly approached the harbor of District 12 again. The journey went smoothly, and Coriolanus felt a sense of relief when they had almost reached their home port.

He checked the safety measures When the boat finally moored at the docks, the crew secured the deck.

As they prepared to go ashore, Coriolanus took one last scrutinizing look at his men. They stood ready to follow their orders, and he was proud that they had delivered their command so perfectly.

"President Ravinstill thanks them for their faithful work and invites them to enjoy their well-deserved shore leave."

With a nod, Coriolanus gave the signal and the crew began to disembark.

Elise had taken a few days off during the two weeks the Interceptor was away. She quickly realized that with Coriolanu's absence, a lot of work was no longer necessary and this finally gave her the opportunity to furnish her apartment a little more. Up to now, it had only been equipped with the standard equipment provided for all employees.

She enjoyed her time off, finally being able to relax and unpack a few old treasures from home.

Even though it was a bit lonely without Louie's daily visits, the two of them had always been bonded like siblings and although he caused her many a worry, Elise couldn't do without him, not to mention if something happened to him.

Elise had decided against giving her cousin an official farewell. The ceremonies at the departure and arrival of a boat were always so crowded that she didn't really feel comfortable, which was also the reason why she skipped the celebration of coriolanus' successful return.

She had been told all about it when she returned to work after her few days of vacation.

The noble captain and his brave crew. The girls in the open-planoffice were literally raving.

Almost like every morning, she had met her colleague Jones on the way to her own seat.

As usual, he had already poured something warm for them both.

They exchanged the usual pleasantries and started chatting about this and that.

"Did you take part in Captain Snow's ceremonial arrival the day before yesterday?" Jones asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Elise shook her head. "No, I skipped," she confessed. "It's always too crowded for me at these events."

Jones raised his eyebrows. "Oh really? Didn't your cousin come with you again? I remember you mentioning something before you took the day off."

Elise smiled slightly. "Yes, that's right."

She took a sip of coffee and sighed. "To be honest, I'm glad I wasn't there. You know how hectic it always is afterwards, everyone has to clean up the boat and it's totally stressful. I'd rather let everyone work in peace."

Jones nodded in agreement. "Yes, I can understand that. But you know, there was no cleanup at all yesterday."

Elise frowned, surprised by this information. "How, really? That's unusual. Normally there's always a lot to do after a boat comes into port."

Jones nodded. "Yes, that's what I thought too. But apparently Snow wished everyone a nice shore leave this time and didn't give out any more tasks."

"Ohhh, okay..." Confused by this unusual situation, Elise was already getting up to turn back to her own desk. She hadn't really said goodbye to Jones.

Why hadn't Louie worked as usual and called in? Thoughts of possible scenarios flashed through her mind, and she could feelthe apprehension in her stomach.

She tried to find logical explanations for Louie's disappearance. Perhaps he had fallen ill and was therefore unable to work. Or he had urgent personal matters to attend to that had prevented him from coming in.

What if Louie had gotten into trouble?

A cold shiver ran down her spine as she imagined that something bad might have happened to him.

If something hadn't gone smoothly on the ship, wouldn't she have been visited as a local relative?

She had barely sat down at her desk with the green floor lamp and a framed picture of her parents when two peacekeepers roughly pushed open the double-sided swing door into the interior of the room.

Her heart began to beat faster as she realized that something was really wrong.

"What's going on here?" she asked in a shaky voice, while one of the peacekeepers ordered her to stand up and follow immediately. He made his request very clear, adding emphasis to his words with a firm grip on her upper arm.

"No questions," grumbled the other. "You're coming with us, miss."

When she noticed the weapons at her sides again, it was already too late to offer resistance. There would hardly be a fight against her, both men were far superior in size and strength.

Elise tried to shake off the large hand, but her efforts were in vain. She felt helpless and confused as she was virtually mauled across the corridor.

What could that mean? Had something worse happened to Louie than she had suspected?

When the office in front of her was opened, she realized which door she had been roughly pushed into.

Coriolanus sat behind his desk, his face expressionless as he looked at her.

It looked the same as always, as if he had never been away and the last 2.5 weeks had never happened.

Blond, pulled-back hair, barely a stubble on his chin.

"What's this all about?" asked Elise, her voice now firmer, but still nervous.

Coriolanus slowly rose from his chair and stepped around the table, the uniform flattering his body.

"Miss Elise, nice to see you again," he said, giving her his pearly white grin.

"Have a seat, we have a lot to discuss"

"Discuss? What?" Elise's heart beat even faster. What was going on? Why this sudden confrontation?

"Well, I want to say it straight out..." now he became more dramatic and his eyes darker as he fixed on her "We have received information that you have been in contact with rebels," Coriolanus explained calmly, but with a suppressed anger in his voice.

Elise's eyes widened in surprise.

That was the last thing she had ever thought about.

"That's ridiculous! I have nothing to do with rebels!"

The peacekeepers who were posted behind her gripped her waist tighter, forcing her to remain seated in her chair while Coriolanus stood in front of her, his gaze piercing.

"We have proof, Miss Elise," he said in a cold voice that was nothing like the one he had used just before he left, "proof of your involvement in subversive activities. You will tell me the truth now or face the consequences."

"I really don't know what you're talking about, Captain"

Lie.

"So much effort for such a small group of rebels. It wasn't really worth it"

He sits casually leaning against the desk, his eyes narrowed on her.

"You disappoint me." He lets out a weary sigh.

"After all ... you try to cover for your cousin in the desertion and then lie so brazenly to my face "

She purred her hands and pressed them forcibly into each other in front of her body

"I'm not lying, coriolanus".

He leans forward, slides his fingers under her chin and tilts it upwards.

"Still Captain Snow in the public space..."

Coriolanus turned to the two peacekeepers who were still in the room and allowed them to leave.

Elise's eyes became rounder.

"Oh, you think I'm so stupid, darling. You act so sweet and dutiful and then something like this..."

He grins.

"I should have seen that coming too".

The prospect filled her with fear. He had lured her into a trap and was now playing the game he knew best as captain. Control, power, desire, compliance with his authority.

"Sir..."

His jaw ticks at her rebuttals, his grip on her jaw tightens.

"Apparently I underestimate the charm of our cell wing. On this basis, everyone really seems to do everything they can to be allowed to visit it once.“ His blue eyes sparkle.

"I've already reserved a seat for your cousin after everything he told us... that idiot even mentioned your name..."

"...a clever move you've come up with, I'll give you that. To distract me... But after a few hours with our best employees, everyone really does check out..."

"...but it would really, really hurt me to see a pretty thing like you with a rope around your neck"

Her heart sank into her pants.

That was what she had been dreading for the last few weeks.

"That would be terribly cruel, wouldn't it?" he murmurs, stroking Elise's cheeks, which are now covered in tears. She had hardly noticed that she had started crying in front of him.

"Please, this wasn't planned," she begged. Her whole body had started to shake like a leaf. She was afraid of death, and of Louie.

Coriolanus caresses her cheek with the rough pad of his thumb, the tender gesture of otherwise, is a sharp contrast to the angry words rolling off his tongue.

"I could argue in your favor at the court martial, though. They'd be lenient if I told them that I witnessed your cousin willfully pushing you into all this..."

"...But you have to stop acting like a rebellious brat again."

A threat lurked in his voice, a glint that made both disappointment and cunning anger waver in his eyes. "I think this might really be your only way out"

Chills dance down your spine.

"I promise never to do it again," you blurt out, almost immediately with the alternative he offered her.

The fear of being strangled was too great.

But her life seems to have passed since that moment when he spoke to her about what she had done.

"Good, I'll see what I can do," he mused as he plucked a few more tears from her cheek.

„At First, I think we should start with you showing me how grateful you are for this alternative."

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kasagia · 5 days

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YEEEEES!!!!!! That's exactly what reader feels, thank you so much for pointing this out! (And of course Feyd has completely fallen for the reader (in his own... specific way), and the reader sees it only as an obsession and nothing more and cannot trust him.) You get it all perfectly. 😘🥰

Cooperation with harpies is something that even Feyd didn't imagine to come (and I think that our bou isn't ready for that at all). 🤣🤣 But I promise that I will try to do it well and meet your expectations. 😁

There's still a bit ahead of them... first, the reader must admit to herself what (or who) she really wants. And believe me, the next chapter will be a... bumpy road to this goal 🤭😈

Thank you soooooooooo much!!!!! 😊😊😊😊🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🩵🩵🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🩵🩵🩵🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤

Right hand III

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!exBeneGesserit! reader Summary: After Feyd learns the truth about your dark past, you do everything in your power to prove your loyalty to him. He has many ideas for this... but will your life be able to go back to normal after that? You will either die at his hands, be exiled, return to the Bene Gesseit, or live by his side. And you yourself don't even know which of these options is worse... Warning: 18+; violence; blood; Feyd Rautha; death; fight; brutality; smut; Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist

His dagger digs lightly into your neck, blood slowly trickling down it. You don't try to fight him, you don't push the blade away or try to rip it out of his hand. You know that if you did, you would have been killed by him long ago.

You had to play it smart… and fast—before he slit your throat, which was becoming a more likely scenario with every second.

"Feyd…" You choke out once more, trying to make him look you in the eyes and get him to listen to you. The blood is seeping out of you faster and faster as he presses the blade harder against your throat.

"Silience, witch! You little plague, bane of my existence, poisonous viper, how long have you been playing with me? How long have you been faking all this? Did you think you could outsmart me? That you can deceive me? Make fun of me? Humiliate me? I should fuck you raw, use you like a whore, and leave you in your ridiculous sisterhood to rot with those old hags!" He shouts, pressing his blade harder against your throat. The cool steel of the metal on your skin is becoming a more serious threat to your life. You shiver as you feel him taking more blood from you.

"Feyd, listen…" You try to speak again, placing your hand on his wrist. He pushes your hand away as if it posed a radioactive threat greater than anything floating in Giedi Prime's atmosphere and glares at you furiously.

"NO! You lied to me. You betrayed me. You know how I punish people for disloyalty. You're lucky that I won't throw you to my soldiers so they can play with you before I give you to my harpies. But don't worry, I will take very good care of you. You'll die like those cowardly rats you helped me kill a few hours ago…"

"You... you would... kill me... if I told you... at the beginning..." You gasp as he grabs your neck tightly and drags his blade down your body, creating a trail of blood leading to your collarbone.

"I will kill you now." He growls hoarsely, completely cutting off the air from your respiratory tract.

Your eyes widen as he lifts you off the ground so that only your toes touch the floor. Tears well up in your eyes as you desperately try to draw in air, but his hand is wrapped too tightly around your neck for the oxygen to reach your lungs.

When you realised that it was over and that he had decided on your death, the moment that Lady Jessica told him the whole truth about you, you relaxed. You let a blissful emptiness wash over you as you slowly waited for him to take your life away. You close your eyes, rest your head against the wall behind you, and let your body slowly go limp as the seconds pass without air.

You gasp, surprised, as the grip on your neck loosens so that you can take small, ragged breaths. You quickly take advantage of the opportunity and take a few shaky breaths. You open your eyes, staring into Feyd's icy blue and furious gaze in utter shock.

Was he going to play with you before he killed you? Torture, like many before you, until he finds in himself some mercy and takes your life? Because if you know one thing, it's that you won't beg him to let you go. About nothing. Never. You were too proud to do so.

"Fight." He growls, pressing you harder against the wall. He leans forward, bringing his face very close to yours. You shiver, feeling his breath on your cheek as he carefully observes your reaction to his intimidation. Like a snake waiting for the right moment to attack.

"What?" You ask stupidly, not understanding what he is doing. You've often watched him play with his victims, prolonging their suffering and giving them no hope of escaping his grip... so why does he want you to fight? Why does he want you to resist him? Was this another sick game of his?

"Fight! Scream! Struggle! Why are you not doing anything?! Why don't you beg for your miserable life, Bene Gesserit's spy?! Fight with me! Fight back! FIGHT BACK!!" He screams and throws you against the wall.

Completely unprepared for him to completely release you from his grip, you fall to the floor, too weak to keep your balance on your own. You place your hands on the black metal sheet beneath you and breathe quickly, trying to get as much air as possible before he wraps his hand around your throat again.

"I… I was always… loyal… to you…" You gasp, still trying to recover from what just happened. He walks slowly towards you. He presses the tip of his sword under your chin and forces you to lift your head and look him in the eyes.

“You have five minutes before I treat you like I treat your mentor. Use this time well. I can always get bored and kill you faster.” He takes a step back and slowly slides the blade across your skin. He steps away from you to pour himself a drink, but he keeps watching you out of the corner of his eye. You take one brief glance at Lady Jessica's body before you can compose yourself enough to formulate any logical response.

"I... I have no idea what she told you. Where she lied and where it was convenient for her to tell the truth... but whatever she told you I did... she surely doesn't know the one, most important thing. She doesn't know the reason for my actions."

"Oh, but I do. You wanted to run away from them so you wouldn't have to breed with such a monster as me. You thought that as my right hand, you would be safe, that I wouldn't notice you in the shadows, that I wouldn't want you, and that I wouldn't touch you. But I did. And by doing so, I destroyed your plans. Tell me, how many times have you escaped from Giedi Prime in your fantasies? How many times have you wanted to leave for good?"

With each question he asks, he takes a step towards you, which makes him stand in front of you again. But you didn't get up from the floor. You didn't feel like it. Besides, you doubted he would let you stand up and be on an equal level with him. He needed to feel in control, to feel that he is still dominating over you—that he didn't lose control over you despite your... betrayal. Although you didn't think it was any kind of betrayal at all. A slight omission of a few facts. Nothing more.

"I... you can't blame me for that. Anyone with survival instincts would not willingly live on Giedi Prime. But I stayed." You decide to tell him some of the truth this time. For too long, you managed to play your cards well. You had to bend a little to his will without losing your claw and not behaving like an obedient concubine, wanting to fulfil all his orders and wishes, because that would make him more suspicious, and he would definitely kill you for trying to deceive him and lie to him again.

"You stayed out of fear." He questions your words, keeping his watchful, piercing gaze on you as he tries to find in you any trace of lying.

You almost shiver under the furious gaze of his icy blue eyes. Fortunately, you manage to refrain from showing him any reaction. The metallic scent of Lady Jessica's blood motivated you to survive like nothing had before. You somehow manage to recall some of your lessons and training sessions with her as you think about how to respond to Feyd's words. Maybe her methods and rules didn't keep her alive, but unlike her, you knew Feyda-Rautha too damn well. You could get out of this. You just had to play it smart and sacrifice a few things…

"Out of loyalty to you. Sense of duty and honor. Something I thought we both shared." You say confidently, meeting his gaze bravely.

However, your attitude does not impress him at all. He lazily turns the dagger in his hands, playing with the sharp blade. He doesn't take his eyes off you, even for a moment. He just stands there, maintaining a completely calm and unruffled demeanor. It's hard to imagine now that just a moment ago, this man was overcome with the greatest anger of his entire life. You've seen him in many states, but you have never seen him that mad. Rabban may have been called a beast by others, but the real threat was his younger brother. Especially when his first anger was over and it was time for the cold calculation of revenge.

“Was that loyalty and sense of duty also present in you when you chose to ignore the fact that you were supposed to be mine? That you are destined to give me an heir so strong that the whole world will kneel before him?” This time, you can't help but shudder. He notices this and chuckles darkly, shaking his head. In a split second, the tip of his blade is once again pressed on the thin and delicate skin of your throat. You swallow, and when you meet his gaze, you realise that you have to tell the truth if you don't want to die on your knees in front of him.

"If your uncle told you to marry me and have your offspring with me, would you do it?" A frown appears on his forehead at the mere mention of the baron. His hand trembles slightly as a new wave of rage washes over him.

"What does he have to do with this?" He asks hoarsely, as he suspects you of working with his uncle. After all, you were smart enough to play both sides.

Feyd wouldn't be surprised if you reported everything he was doing to his uncle behind his back. That's why he preferred having you—a cunning, beautiful witch who was now kneeling before him—by his side. Because you were drop-dead perfect. He never expected you to make such a stupid mistake. To ever let him gain even the slightest doubt about your loyalty.

"Nothing. But the Bene Gesserit were to me what your uncle is to you. And after running away from them, the last thing I wanted to do was follow the last sick order they gave me." The years you spent with him gave you enough information about the family relationship at House Harkonnen.

They are like predators waiting for the right moment to attack, always prepared to hurt the other one when he shows even a tiny glimmer of weakness. You also know Feyd's past... or rather, the history of scars on his back. Unfortunately, these were not the only marks the baron left on him.

You hold your breath as he grabs your hair and pulls you up. You get up on your feet, and, being on an equal level with him, you no longer hesitate to look him in the eye. He releases your hair with the other, only to move it to your cheek and neck. He rubs tiny droplets of blood across yours, shifting his attention to your skin. He caresses your jawline with his finger and suddenly tilts your head back, giving himself a better view of your reddened throat, which has begun to form bruises in the shape of his fingers from how he choked you just moments ago. You swallow, watching him closely.

"And yet you served me for many years. You stayed with me after they wanted to link your future with mine. Why?"

“I was hoping the last place they would look for me would be Giedi Prime by your side. And that… after all, you won't be interested in me.”

"But I was. This must have spoiled your plans, right?"

"A little." You confess, hoping to gain something from your honesty.

After your words, there is a long silence in the room. He removes his hand from you, staring intently at you as he considers your words. You wait in suspense and anticipation for his next decision.

One quick move was enough to take your life.

And from the look in his eyes, you know it must have been tempting for him to add your blood to Lady Jessica's, which was already staining the floor of the ship.

"On your knees." His command is so sudden that it takes you a moment for your brain to process what he said.

All you can do is stare at him blankly, your heart beating with excitement and terror at the thought of his words. He didn't want to… he couldn't now… You look down at his pants and swallow, seeing the slight bulge. You hold your breath as he takes a step towards you and presses his hard length against your thigh, which undoubtedly confirms your suspicions. He lifts your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes as you blush and realise what he is asking you to do.

"I love your doe eyes, my pet, but there's a time and a place for everything. On your knees or your heart will become another decoration of my chambers." He says it huskily, caressing your chin before letting go. He stares at you expectantly, waiting for your next move.

You swallow again, feeling a huge lump in your throat. Your mind is racing, but you know, as he does, that you have no escape. Your position is hopeless; you can either give him a blowjob or die, and you don't want to do any of it. Or touch him in any way after he disembowelled Lady Jessica in front of you. But the prospect of being his next victim reluctantly brings you to your knees before him.

"Good girl." He hums, tilting your chin slightly so you're looking at him and not the floor between you. He takes a step towards you and attaches the dagger to his arm. "Show me that your beautiful, deceptive, tempting lips, throat, and larynx can do more than feed me with sweet lies, and maybe I won't cut them out of you."

You hold your breath, your eyes trailing down to his pants. You hear him chuckle darkly before he takes your hands in his and places them on the fastenings of his pants, guiding your hands as you gradually free his length from his armour.

You swallow again at the sight of his full, hard length and curse him, as the rumours about him do not lie at all. He was enormous. Long and not too thick, but not thin either. You don't know if you'd rather he tried to cut your throat with a knife than pierce it with what stood proud between you.

"Rumours say you know how to do it. I don't remember how many soldiers I killed for the privilege of having your body before me. But each of them shared one opinion. Your fire burns as bright in battle as it does in the bedroom. Show me, my little witch, how much you care about continuing to be my right hand and having all the privileges you had." He encourages you mockingly when you stare at his slightly pre-cum-dripping cock for too long for his liking. But damn, his cum was black. You were sure as hell that the bastard was going to paint you with it.

You give him an angry, cold glare as you wrap your hand around his length. He lets out a soft moan, grabbing your jaw to make sure you keep your eyes on his. You swallow, stroking his length with slow movements of your hand as he gets even harder. Part of you is glad that he wants you to look at him. You doubt you could keep your composure if you had to look at what you had to fit in your mouth… and hopefully only in your mouth.

He growls when you drag out the inevitable too long, using only your hands on him. You can see that he likes what you're doing, but the impatience radiating from him makes you realise that it won't end with just a few caresses of your hands around his length.

Reluctantly, you lean down and wrap your lips around his tip, sucking him gently—like candy. You taste his pre-cum on your tongue, surprisingly taking in its… not-so-horrible taste. It's bittersweet on your tongue and thick. You shudder at the thought of what he would feel like inside you.

He groans, burring his hands in your hair as he gently pushes you on him to make you take more of his cock into your mouth. You choke as his length suddenly hits the back of your throat. Surprisingly, he stops pushing you and just keeps his hands in your hair, letting you adjust to his full length.

"I've always liked your hair..." He starts tugging on them to correct your rhythm. "A natural leash for my beautiful, dangerous pet..."

You growl around him in anger at his words. He groans throatily, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth at the extra stimulation he got from you. You feel tears slowly begin to well up in your eyes as he allows himself to move his hips more and more, lazily thrusting into your throat. Your saliva mixes with his pre-cum, staining the corners of your mouth.

It amazes you how gentle he is with you. How he doesn't push you too far so as not to cause you the pain you know he loves to enjoy. More than once, you had to call the medic to his concubines. Even his harpies occasionally got injured when he used them for his pleasure after a particularly exciting fight. You knew how… he could get lost in his pleasure. Yet he was extremely careful with you.

He starts thrusting into your throat faster and faster, guiding your head by your hair in time with his thrusts. You let your tears fall as he picked up a pace you couldn't keep up with. You close your eyes and feel a tear roll down your cheek. You open them, meeting his gaze, when you feel his thumb brush away your falling tear. He licked it off his finger, purring at its salty flavour.

You wrap your hands around his balls, massaging them in a circular motion, trying to make him come as quickly as possible. He laughs throatily, pounding stupidly into your mouth. Your jaw starts to hurt. You prop yourself up on his thigh with one hand, unable to stay on your knees for long on your own.

Seeing that you're having difficulty, he slows down a little, lazily digging into your throat. He luxuriated in the warmth of your mouth, and your tongue caressed his length. His gaze never falters, as he maintains eye contact with you the entire time. He strokes your cheek with his hand, then moves to your throat as he gently uses his fingertips to feel the bulge in your throat caused by his cock.

"I'll take you. Fast and hard. You'll cry as beautifully as you do now and writhe beneath me desperately, trying to escape like always, but you'll be so impaled on my cock and wrapped in the tight embrace of my arms that you won't move a fucking millimetre without my permission. I will fuck into you our Kwisatz Haderach, so no one will ever doubt that it should have been otherwise, that you don't belong with me. And the best of all is that you will not know the damn day or hour when it will happen. You will learn how to be my whore and baroness, just like you learned how to be my right hand. You'll do great, my little witch. You prove very well with your mouth and hands what a wonderful right hand you are. Much better than my own fucking hand. Much better than any of the fantasies I had. My little witch, always attending to my every need. Only fucking mine."

He moans, speeding up drastically, chasing his peak. You feel him getting closer to his orgasm as he becomes impossibly harder in your mouth and his balls tighten, ready to release his black cum. He keeps making you look at him until he growls loudly, coming into your mouth.

Earlier, you were gagging with just his length in your mouth. Now you really choke as his seed spills down your throat. He presses you against him, your nose brushing against his pubic bone, making you swallow all of his cum until it's completely inside you. Its taste is pungent, reminding you of a spicy, bitter spice.

He stays in your mouth for a while after he finishes pouring into you. He massages your scalp with his hands, clearly not wanting to release you. His cock twitches slightly, and you fear he's about to give you a second round.

He sighs, reluctantly pulling out of your mouth. He grabs your hands and guides them to his pants. You cleaned him and put him back in his pants without saying a word. You are not even looking into his eyes, knowing full well that a satisfied smile will spread across his lips the moment you do.

He grabs your arms and lifts you off your knees. You shiver, unable to stay on your two feet after being on your knees for so long, and you fall into his arms, leaning completely against him. He laughs huskily, pulling you closer to his chest. He uses his fingertip to collect the last of your saliva and his cum from the corners of your mouth and pushes his fingers into your mouth. You suck on them, meeting his eyes with your defiant, angry gaze.

He hums, smiling darkly as he watches with satisfaction as you lick his fingers. He leans forward, his nose brushing your cheek as he licks from your face and then from your neck the droplets of his black cum that leaked from your mouth as you tried to swallow everything he poured into you. You shiver as his tongue caresses the skin of your neck, tracing the small, sealed wound he inflicted on you with his dagger. He hums against your neck, disappointed at how quickly your blood clots.

Suddenly, he lets you completely go. You can barely keep your balance as he walks away from you.

"If that Atreides' bitch survived, so did her pathetic puppy. Send a message to our people in the desert. Paul Atredis is alive. We have to kill him before he and the rebels start a revolt and destroy our plans. Clean up here too. Tomorrow we have half a tribe of these rats to interrogate."

You nod dumbly, trying to understand what the hell just happened. Just a few hours ago, you were afraid for your life, and now that you... have pleased him, he acts like nothing has happened. You come to the conclusion that it bothered you more than when he pressed his blade against your throat.

"Ah, and Y/N." He says, stopping at the door and turning to look at you one last time before leaving the room. You can tell by the mischievous smile on his lips that he has nothing good planned for you. "I want to see you in my chambers tonight."

He doesn't wait for your reaction or response. He just walks out with a springy, energetic step, closing the door behind him with a bang.

You shiver as you find yourself alone in the room with Lady Jessica's corpse. You look around, and, in a desperate attempt to find some positives, you decide that at least your blood isn't staining the floor of the ship... or at least not yet.

His chambers in the main base on Arrakis are not as... ornately terrifying as those he had in Giedi Prime. You wouldn't guess that someone important lived there. It was an ordinary room with a bed, a chest of drawers, and a bathroom. No amenities, just a commander's room; definitely too poor for a na-baron.

You shiver as you feel his hand on your hip. He pulls you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his nose in your hair. He sighs, inhaling your scent. The warm air on your neck is tickling you gently. You think about how it's been too easy for him to sneak up on you lately. You've gone out of shape.

"Are you planning how to escape, little witch?" He whispers hoarsely, playing with the fabric of your nightgown.

"I didn't. And believe me, I had better opportunities in the past. So why would I escape now?" You answer his question with your own one, irritated by his suspicions.

"Because unlike me, you are very reluctant to welcome our Kwisatz Haderach into this world." You roll your eyes at his words and turn your head to give him an annoyed look. He shrugs with a smirk. He presses a kiss on the bare skin of your shoulder before resting his chin on it. "You're obviously trying to distance yourself from me, too." He adds, seeing the irritated frown on your forehead.

“Weren't you the one who thought the Bene Gesserit prophecies were just bullshit from stoned old women?” You ask, raising your eyebrows in challenge.

"I did… but this particular one seems very convincing..." He purrs into your neck. He moves one hand from your hip so his finger can trace the red line of the wound he gave you with the dagger. He tilted your head back, forcing you to rest your head on his shoulder as he placed a trail of kisses on the small scar.

"Where are your harpies?" You ask when he starts showing too much interest in your neck, peppering it with kisses.

"Should I call them? Would you like them to join us?" You wrinkle your nose, at which he laughs, amused, tightening his hold on you.

"Of course not. You know that I have... no sympathy for them." You grumble, trying to break free from his grip, which, of course, he won't let you.

"The feeling is mutual. You know, they think you're stealing me from them. And that I will quickly get bored with you, like with other... oriental pets I had, and I will come back to them."

"What are you waiting for, then?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. His hand plays with the strap of your black sleep gown, gently stroking your bare skin. He leans down, nuzzling your temple, and whispers in your ear:

“The problem is, my dear little witch, that you have taken over every ounce of my thoughts. My dreams, my nights, my days… it seems only right that I get back the time I wasted dreaming about you, right?”

You shiver, both from his words and from the way his hand slides over your body like a snake. He strokes your breasts, taking a moment to focus on them before his hand rests on your hips again. He presses you against him, clinging to you like a second skin.

"Let's go to bed. It was a very long day. For both of us..." He says, directing you towards his bed. You resist him slightly by digging your heels into the floor, but he quickly counters this by lifting you up gently, leaving your feet dangling in the air.

"Wouldn't you rather sleep alone? It's pretty warm here." You try to get out of it one last time, feeling the soft silk of his black sheets beneath you as he gently places you on his bed. He laughs mockingly, amused by your poor attempt at escape.

"Not at night. You know that well. I'd rather keep an eye on you, little witch. We don't know what monsters may be lurking in the darkness of Arrakis after we killed the Reverend Mother of those rats." He purrs, laying down next to you. You sigh as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him, knowing full well that your safety is the last thing he's worried about right now.

"If Paul Atreides survived, it is very likely that he could be Muad'Dib. He will come here. To avenge his mother and unborn sister." You warned him. You're trying to make this situation more… normal. Lying in his bed and in his arms wasn't the least bit normal for you, but making plans with him was. You needed to keep your mind occupied until you could fall asleep… if he let you fall asleep.

"You didn't stop me from killing her. You didn't say a word. Why? Were you afraid you'd be next?"

You shake your head. You're not going to tell him the whole truth about what you felt back then, but you know you can't lie to him. You have to tell him at least half the truth if you want to regain some of his trust... at least until you escape.

"Lady Jessica believed that Paul was the real Kwisatz Haderach, since she gave Duke Leto a son instead of a daughter. The Bene Gesserit resented her for this. She was supposed to give him a daughter. A daughter who was to marry you and give you a real Kwisatz Haderach. By disobeying their orders, she fell into their disfavour... until she gave them the idea that they might as well... fuse me with you to secure your bloodline. But the Bene Gesserit came up with the idea that I was going to be the mother of the Kwisatz Haderach. If I hadn't gone with you that night... I might as well have died at her hands. I… I guess I was glad that I survived her."

Not looking at his face helps you partially open up to him. You didn't like remembering your past. This was the one thing you had in common. You try your best to reveal as little to him as you have to, unconsciously tracing patterns in his hand as he keeps hugging you from behind. If you turned around, you would have seen his small smile at your gesture quickly disappear as he sensed the growing tension within you at the thought of Lady Jessica.

"If I had known, I would have made it more painful for her." He states, taking your hand in his and squeezing it. You look down at your joined hands and frown as he slowly strokes the skin of your hand with his thumb.

"Why?" You ask in a whisper, not moving an inch when he buries his nose in your hair.

"Because no one hurts what's mine."You snort, knowing full well the true meaning of his words. If you were just a naive young girl, you would believe in the good intentions behind these words. However, you know Feyd Rautha too well to naively believe that he won't break his favourite toys. He grabs your chin in a tight grip and turns you to face him. You swallow thickly as his intense gaze meets yours. You've never had the chance to look so closely at his icy blue eyes... "I want you by my side all the time. I need to make sure you're not planning anything behind my back, little witch."

"Haven't I proven my loyalty enough?" You ask, placing your hands on his bare chest and pushing yourself away from him gently. He chuckles darkly, letting go of your chin in a split second to grab your wrists in a tight grip. He lifts your hands, pushing them away from him and twisting them so you can't move them.

"I believe you are capable of doing much more." He murmurs against your throat, pressing kisses there and lazily sucking at your skin, which was already irritated by his dagger.

You squirm in his arms, trying to somehow protect your neck from his wandering lips. Your attempts fail, as you only give him more fun by grinding against him in a desperate attempt to escape.

Eventually, he gets bored and decides to let you go. He lets you turn your back on him again, but you don't get far. His arms wrap around you, holding you in a cage as he takes on the role of the big spoon.

"I will bring you the head of Atreides on a golden plate. There is only one Kwisatz Haderach—our future son. I won't let some dog from Caladan tell people otherwise." He whispers in your ear. You shiver, half-wishing you were stupid enough to believe in his devotion. The fact that someone can do anything you want for you. But it wasn't love. It was just an obsession. You had to remember that.

"Maybe he really is the one… or maybe it's all just nonsense made up by those old hags? Maybe there will be no Kwisatz Haderach at all? What's then?" He doesn't answer your questions. However, you manage to get some reaction out of him.

He pulls away from you, the bed creaking beneath him as you hear him turn over to his other side. The sudden chill of not having his body close to yours makes you shiver.

You find yourself regretting for a moment that whatever you said made him distance himself from you. You shake your head and sigh, sinking deeper into the pillows. You try to find the most comfortable position possible when settling down to sleep. But for some reason, you don't feel tired at all. Your eyes are wide open as you listen to his soft breathing, the only other sound in the empty room.

"How did you find out about… uncle?" His sudden question makes you turn towards him. He remains turned away from you, ignoring any movement from you. You think for a moment, staring at the scars scattered across his pale, muscular back, before answering him.

"I have eyes and ears. And enough brain cells to… deduce a few things." You whisper, tracing a particularly nasty-looking scar on his back with the pad of your thumb. "I also... I went through something similar. I've told you that before. Bene Gesserit was to me what your uncle is to you." He turns slowly to face you at your words. His eyes examine you so thoroughly that you feel another shiver run through your body.

This time, when he reaches out to cup your cheek, you don't fight him. You let him, trying to decipher the unreadable look in his eyes as he continues to consider your words.

"Tell me... how could I resist when you're like this? How could I ignore you and leave you in your shadows when everything you do fascinates me to a madness that only you can heal?" He asks, tracing the line of your lips with the pad of his thumb.

"You wanted to kill me today." You remind him in an accusatory tone. You bite the tip of his finger, which only brings a smirk to his face as he moves his hand away from your face. He places it on your hip, squeezing it in a silient warning.

"I wanted to scare you. You lied to me, so you needed some punishment. Besides, you know perfectly well that if I really wanted to kill you, you would already be dead."

"Not telling the whole truth is not a lie. Besides… your intentions don't make this situation any different to me." You huff, rolling your eyes. He laughs huskily, caressing your hip through the fabric of your nightgown as he moves closer to you on the bed. Your chest is pressed against his. Both of you are breathing steadily and slowly, staring intently into each other's eyes.

"Are you afraid of the little old me, my little witch?" He asks teasingly. You catch yourself watching the sparkle of amusement in his eyes shine surprisingly brightly under the light of the Arrakis moon. You can't make yourself turn your gaze off of him. And that's what terrifies you.

"Should I?" You ask in a whisper, trembling, not giving him an ounce of trust. Seeing your extremely distrustful and hostile attitude, he stops smiling. He looks at you more seriously, as he is deep into his thinking.

He doesn't respond to you. He places a kiss on your forehead and turns your back to him. He holds you tightly, buries his nose in your hair, and slowly falls asleep, wrapping himself in your warmth and scent. On your back, you feel his heart beating calmly in his strong, well-built chest. You allow yourself to sigh shakily, being finally 'alone' for the first time since this fateful day began.

And you realise that you're not afraid of him at all. The only person you are afraid of is yourself. That you would give in to your strange attraction to him one day and seal your fate. You didn't want to die. But you'd rather find yourself buried under the sands of Arrakis than let those Bene Gesserit witches control your life ever again.

"If you tear this, you'll be walking around with my hand around your throat." He warns you, seeing you struggling with the black leather choker around your neck he gave you. It looked like a fucking collar. And it was a bit too tight for you to feel comfortable in it.

"You give me so many options…" You snort sarcastically, leaving the damn choker around your neck. "I look like a fucking whore." You say and turn towards him to look at him carefully.

He wore his more formal black armour with a cape that was as dark as the rest of his outfit. He smiles sarcastically and walks over to you. He smoothes the fabric of your dress on your waist and places his hands on your hips.

"Whore? Not at all. More like my pet." He hums, trying to take in your form in a form-fitting black dress. The silver chains on your hips and chest connect into a spider's web that flows down with the fabric of the skirt of the dress, which surprisingly doesn't cling as tightly to your body as the bodice of the dress does.

It's... definitely a bolder outfit than you're used to wearing. And this time, your hair was loose. The maids put silver accessories and small diamond jewels into your hair. You were a nicely wrapped gift, especially prepared for the Na-Baron's birthday.

"What's the difference?" You ask, raising an eyebrow defiantly.

"Calm down, little witch. Rumours about your past spread quickly. We can't let people see me as a weak man who fell under the spell of a Bene Gesserit, can we?" He teases you. He leans towards you and nuzzles your cheek before his lips start to trace a path along your jaw to your neck. You sigh slightly and place your hands on his chest, trying to keep him at a distance.

"Please. Don't pretend you're not doing it for your own fucking satisfaction." You snap at him, still trying to push him away. He puts the dagger on your neck rather quickly and too suddenly, making you refrain from any form of protest for a moment as he decorates your neck with hickeys.

"I'm not even trying to deny it at all… you look stunning, by the way." He growls hoarsely. His blade moves from your neck to the top of your corset, pressing the tip against the valley between your breasts. You sigh, feeling the coolness of the blade against your chest.

"They are waiting for you." You whisper as he nuzzles his nose against yours.

"We have a moment... besides, it's my birthday. Don't you want to celebrate my adulthood?" His low tone of voice sends shivers down your spine. Even after he tosses his blade aside, you make no move to try to walk away from him.

"You're still acting like the horny teenager I met. I doubt you will ever grow up."

"Watch what you say… I can always show you how hornier I became." His warning is not just lip service. He shows it to you... very clearly as his hard length rubs against your thigh.

You grab his jaw tightly and take a step away from him. He laughs, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back into his arms in one quick movement. You gasp in shock, falling into his chest. You struggle in his embrace until he slaps your ass. You glare at him furiously, at which he only tightens his grip on you.

"I want you to paint my body before the fight." He mumbles, caressing your cheek as you try to pull your head back from him.

Leading members of the high houses gathered on Arrakis to celebrate his birthday and the fact that he had managed to restore the mining and export of spices to extraordinary levels.

Feyd was to put on a spectacle, killing the most dangerous Fremen who managed to be kept alive during interrogations. However, you and Feyd have bigger worries to take care of right now. Like the baron and the emperor. Or Paul Atreides... or rather, their Muad'dib, who has not been found by you yet. Something Feyd decided to ignore for now in favor of groping you and trying to get into your pants.

Over the last few weeks, he has clung to you like a limpet. It made it very difficult for you to do any work or spy, as he was literally following you around. You felt like his favourite dog on a leash, taken for walks around the building before locking you in his chambers for the night, keeping you close to him. Even his harpies couldn't take his attention away from you. Something you really hoped would happen soon.

"It's always been… your harpies' privilege." You say as he tangles his hand in your hair.

"And now I want you to do it." He says it calmly, caressing your cheek as you try to pull your head back from him. "Do you mind?" You huff at his condescending question.

"Don't ask me questions like that; otherwise, I'll start thinking that I really have a choice here." He laughs, showing you a set of his freshly painted black teeth and shakes his head at you.

"We both know you're too smart for that, my shrewd little witch." He says this and leans in, gently brushing your lips with his. He keeps a tight grip on your hair as his kiss becomes more intense and possessive. He tightens his grip on your waist, tugging at the fabric of your dress, causing the silver chains on it to clang against each other with every move of his hand.

His hand reaches for the strings of your corset at the back, but before he can untie even one of them, there's a knock on the door.

"My Lord Na-Baron, the Baron, and your brother have just landed on Arrakis. The emperor should also be arriving soon."

You feel him tense slightly as he pulls away from you. His face hardens as he puts on his emotionless mask, staring out the window, where he could probably see the ship landing.

"Come on, little witch. I don't need to remind you to be on your best behaviour, right?" You roll your eyes at him, placing your hand in the crook of his elbow.

"I think I can play your concubine for a day. Consider this my birthday gift to you, my Na-Baron." You say it sarcastically and sweetly, walking with him out of his room and towards the great hall where he would greet everyone gathered. If you were lucky enough, you might be able to escape from him for a moment or two...

"In my chambers as well?" He asks teasingly, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him trying not to smile, but the corner of his lip twitches, giving him away (at least to you).

"Anywhere but there." You reply quickly, making him smile this time. At least for a second. After all, he has a reputation to uphold.

"That's okay. We don't need to do it there. There are so many other places…" He whispers hoarsely in your ear before you enter the room where the first party is to be held. You can't stop a cold shiver from running down your spine.

Doors are opening for you. You wait for him to let go of your waist and move in front of you like he usually does at these types of parties with the concubines he brought for company, but he doesn't do that at all. Instead, he tightens his grip on your waist and holds you by his side as he navigates through the sea of people. You can't help but blush slightly.

If you had any doubts over the last few weeks that he was no longer interested in you, they were gone with his small gesture. He will indeed ruin you. As soon as he finds the opportunity suitable. You were afraid that the evening of his birthday might be considered in his eyes as a perfect time to do this.

But somehow you manage to get out of his sight. You position yourself against the wall, having a perfect view of the most important people in the room. The Baron and Feyd were talking about something with the Emperor and his daughter. You look at them curiously, especially since the Harkonnens have their backs turned to you. And looking at Princess Irulan in a silver dress that was constructed to resemble armour, you see in her your chance for freedom. If Feyd married her, he would probably get over his strange obsession with you.

"Lady Y/N." Feyd's older brother's mocking greeting reaches your ears. You turn to him, taking your eyes off Feyd for a moment, and nod to the man standing next to you.

"Count Rabban."

"I heard you and my brother dealt with the rats of Arrakis. My congratulations." You are quite wary of his civilised attitude. The last time you saw him, Feyd made him kiss his shoes. And yours. So you definitely didn't stay in... a neutral relationship after that.

"Na-Baron is a great commander." You reply with a polite smile. Your eyes involuntarily wander to Feyd. There's a knot in your stomach when you see him talking to the princess. You frown, wondering what the hell is wrong with you.

"I have no doubt." He nods, also looking at Feyd. "He will destroy you. Like any toy he had before you. When you lose your usefulness, he will throw you to his harpies. He's more unpredictable than me or even my uncle. But you know that... so what are you still doing by his side?" He asks, turning his gaze on you.

"I am his right hand. I live to serve him." You answer automatically, shrugging your shoulders.

"If I had known that Bene Gesserit witches were so devoted, I might have appointed one to be my right hand."

"Believe me, count Rabban, the overwhelming majority would not serve him or anyone else so loyally as I do. They would probably prefer to poison themselves." He laughs at your words, taking two drinks from the passing servant. He hands you one, but you shake your head. "I don't drink if I don't have to. Old habits from my home planet. My mother would slap my sisters and me on the hands until she could see our bones as a punishment for stealing a drink or two." You're half lying when you remember how the Reverend Mothers made sure you were completely… untainted by any substances that could make you less healthy. All for breeding. Like farm animals.

"And they say the Harkonnens are monsters. At least you can get drunk with us… well, before we torture you to death or accidentally kill you."

"I've gotten used to it. Fortunately, I have fast reflexes." You reply with a smirk, knowing full well what he's trying to do. He wanted to ingratiate himself with you while you were still important in the Harkonnen court. His brother currently despised him, and his uncle probably did too. He saw an opportunity to increase his political influence when he spotted you alone.

Suddenly, you feel someone's intense gaze on you. You turned your face to notice that Feyd's eyes were on you and not on the princess, with whom he was still talking. Judging by the way your skin was burning from the look Feyd was giving you, you could tell he didn't like his brother being close to you at all.

And Feyd was incredibly pissed off and furious. In his eyes, Rabban wasn't worthy enough of your time, attention, or even being close to you to have the pleasure to smell the scent of your perfumes. But not only did his brother have the courage to talk to you; he even made you smile. Feyd was already planning in his mind how to tear his head off.

Na-Baron would have done just that if an arrow had not suddenly passed between him and Princess Irulan.

Panic filled the room when suddenly, a hail of arrows hit random people. You grabbed your blade and were about to move towards the first archer you noticed, but suddenly a cold steel was pressed against your neck. The Fremen woman holds you tight. You can only stand there calmly and watch as they overpower the more important representatives of the great families, leading the less important people out of the room. Feyd's blue irises are focused on you all the time, which surprisingly makes you feel a little better.

"Silience!" You freeze when you see Paul Atreides emerge from the crowd of Fremen.

Your informants haven't told you much about him. He had done well since he was forced to live on Arrakis among the Fremen. He became stronger, smarter, and more ruthless. He had no weaknesses… except one. You look around the room, your eyes locking on the woman who stood a few metres away from you. His lover.

If living among powerful men taught you anything, it was that they only had a few weaknesses. Fear for their lives, property, title, and, among those younger and less experienced in life, their loved ones. But Paul Atreides changed on Arrakis. He wasn't the little boy you knew during your training with his mother. You could only hope that he loved his woman enough to consider rescuing her. Maybe you will buy enough time before your trops, waiting on ships above Arrakis, come to rescue you.

"Let me go. Give me your blade. Keep your mouth shut and close your eyes for the next 30 minutes." You use your voice on the woman who holds you.

While she does what you told her, you try to get to Atreides' lover unnoticed. You ignore his speech; your heart is racing in your chest, and all you can hear is the sound of your blood flowing in your blood vessels.

When you reach the Fremen woman, you quickly disarm her and press your dagger to her neck. Atreides stops his speech. Before anyone can react, you take a deep breath and say loudly:

"Everyone ten steps back. Stay still, or slit your throat with the nearest weapon." Everyone in the room is listening to you. You have to take a few steps back with the woman you have in your iron grip. You tremble as you feel the eyes of everyone in the room on you, especially Feyd's. However, your gaze is fixed only on Paul Atreides.

"This is impossible… what are you?" He asks in shock, not moving after you forced him and everyone else in the room to back away from you.

"It doesn't matter, Atreides. Take your men and get out of here. I advise you well." You growl furiously at him. You feel the blood start to pulsate in your veins. The old wound on your side is slowly starting to open up under the pressure your body is going through. You're glad you're wearing a black dress. At least not all of them will see the blood stain on your dress when it will be leaking out of you more and more by the second.

"You cannot keep them under your will forever. You'll soon get tired, faint, or bleed to death." He reasons, fully aware that your crowd control is time-limited.

"My men will be landing here soon. They'll take everyone who counts and fly away with us, raining nuclear bombs on your precious little desert. The spice from these areas may have been contaminated for several centuries, but we still have the opposite pole of Arrakis to exploit and extract it. So better choose wisely."

He frowns at your words, looking at you carefully and analysing your facial expressions carefully. You stare at him hard and unfazed, even though you feel the fabric of your dress sticking to your open wound. You have a staring fight with each other until you press your dagger a little more into the woman's throat and take her blood. He looks briefly at his girl before he opens his mouth to speak.

"We've met before, right?"

"You have one minute to make a decision before I make your woman bleed to death in front of you." You say hoarsely, feeling your muscles tremble slightly. But you hold on with all your might, maintaining your calm, dangerous, hostile attitude.

You all wait in suspense to see what he will do. He might as well attack and kill you, risking his men overpowering any reinforcements that come to your rescue. But you hope he's considerate enough to back off. If not because of the people who came after him, then because of his girlfriend or concubine, whose life now depends solely on you.

You almost sigh in fucking relief when he takes a step back. You let him get out of your control, looking at him carefully all the time. You swallowed and let go of his woman.

"Follow your Muad'Dib." You command the people of the desert. They stare at you for a moment before their eyes rest anxiously on their leader. He nods at them as he slowly leaves the room.

As quickly as they arrived, they left. You stand at attention for a long time—a minute, an hour, or hours—until you hear the ship approaching and the movement of the sands of Arrakis under the influence of sandworms.

They left. You realise this with relief. However, it is a very short-lived relief. It ends when your eyes meet the eyes of the reverend mothers, who are clearly communicating with each other. You fucked up. You revealed that you were a Bene Gesserit, or at least that you knew some of their tricks. Unconsciously, you completely let go of control over the gathered crowd.

"Why didn't you wait for your people so we could kill them? Kill him?" The emperor's voice reaches you vaguely. You raise your head and meet the gaze of an old man standing a few steps away from you.

"I bluffed, my emperor." You reply shakily, feeling blood start to flow from your nose as well.

"What?" He asks in shock, unable to believe that all your talk was a pure bluff. You don't have the strength to explain anything. You can stare blankly at the floor, feeling your strength slowly begin to drain away after you use the voice on the people gathered in the room.

"I bluffed." You repeat, feeling your heart beat rapidly against your chest. Your vision becomes completely blurry; all you can hear is the buzzing in your ears, the pounding of your heart, and the slow dripping of your blood onto the floor.

"But… you…" Whatever he was about to say, he's interrupted by you falling to your knees. You don't register at all what's happening around you. The only thing you are sure of is that there are suddenly a lot of people around you.

You're clinging to what little consciousness you have when you suddenly feel something pull you against the hard wall of muscle. You lean against the unexpected support, slowly drifting into blissful unconsciousness as you no longer feel the pain from the open wound on your side. The hoarse call of your name makes you a little more aware, enough to distinguish Feyd's voice from the indistinct gibberish around you.

"Get a medic here!"

He whispers something else to you as he brushes your hair out of your face, but you don't hear anything anymore. You let yourself go into the blissful darkness, happy that you can rest, at least for a moment. And you feel surprisingly comfortable, with the warmth of his arms and his scent being the last things you feel before passing out.

You're surprised that when you wake up in the hospital wing, there's no one at your bed, looking at you like a guard dog. Once you get used to the feeling of being fully aware, you rub your eyes. The moonlight shines through the window, illuminating a dark and empty room you found yourself in.

You ignore the strange twinge in your chest when you don't see your Na-Baron anywhere near you and slowly sit up on the bed. You check the status of your wound and are pleased to see that you are in a more stable condition than you were a few hours ago.

You place your feet on the floor and slowly stand up, testing your muscles. You're relieved to see that it's not as bad as it was in the past. You walk over to the chair where a black silk robe is hanging and put it on. You take a moment to search the room, smiling hugely when you find your daggers on the nightstand next to your bed. You attach one to your thigh and tuck the other inside the sleeve of your robe. Maintaining great silence, you tiptoe out of the room.

You sigh in relief as you wander the empty corridors again, hiding in their shadows. You feel like a newborn, like a fish that has returned to the current of a familiar river. You weren't aware of how therapeutic it was for you to wander the halls alone at night until Feyd trapped you in his arms and his bed practically every night. You missed it. Very much so.

However, today's attempted attack by Atreides made you realise that you were too focused on getting away from Harkonnen and trying to keep him at a distance. You had to take action. Otherwise, Paul Atreides will cut off your head, just like his mother once wanted to do.

You shudder as you remember the day you escaped from the Bene Gesserit sisters' sanctum.

You ran barefoot through familiar corridors in the cold, dark night. You didn't need a torch or other light. You had lived within these walls long enough to know which corridors ended in dead ends and where to turn to reach each gate. But Lady Jessica knew them as well as you. You had to be a lot smarter if you were going to escape the woman who wanted you dead.

Yesterday there was a great meeting of Reverend Mothers after Lady Jessica failed to give birth to Leto Atreides' daughter at the right time. The Reverend Mothers had to find... a new breeding mare for Feyd Rauthy, from whose blood the Kwisatz Haderach was to be created. They chose you. And now, because of this honour that had been a death sentence for you from the very beginning—a curse, an evil fate that seemed to have stuck with you since your birth—Lady Jessica had tried to kill you in your sleep and was now trying to complete her work.

You decide to go to the ramp, hoping that you might be able to capture some small ship—something flying around—that would get you away from those damn Bene Gesserit.

You knew you were too weak to fight Lady Jessica. She taught you a lot, but not how to defeat someone stronger, like her. If you wanted to live, you needed to find a way to escape.

You speed up as you hear the click of her heels behind you. You run as fast as you can, reaching the door just as Lady Jessica appears at the end of the hall. You close the door behind you with a loud snap. You sigh, leaning against it for a moment. You freeze as you feel the blade against your throat.

"Step away." You order in panic before opening your eyes. A cold chill runs through you as you see Na-Baron Harkonnen's cold blue irises staring at you in shock as he obediently steps away from you.

You stand there for a few minutes, staring at each other without saying anything. Na-Baron examines you carefully: your dishevelled state, rapid breathing, red cheeks, and bare feet. You have no idea what he deduced, but it was enough for him to not immediately slit your throat for using the voice on him.

"You should go back to your sisters, little witch. Unless you want to join me, I wouldn't say no to the company of... such a pretty mouse." He speaks hoarsely. He doesn't wait for your answer, though. He simply turns and walks slowly towards the ship his men are packing. You swallow and wonder: Is death at the hands of Lady Jessica or at the hands of Harkonnen? Your pride chooses for you.

"I'm not a mouse, I'm a warrior." You reply, gathering all your inner courage. Na-Baron stops in his way.

His raspy laugh sends another shiver down your spine as he slowly turns back to face you. He approaches you slowly, each step perfectly calculated as he stands a few millimeters in front of you, invading your personal space. You raise your head proudly and meet his gaze with your own, determined one.

Which impresses him.

So much so that he reaches for the dagger strapped to his hip. You don't flinch when he runs the tip of the dagger across his tongue. You watch him closely, waiting for him to either slit your throat or accept the challenge. Feyd is surprised. And very curious—too curious—to simply walk away and continue on his path. That's why he takes your hand in his and hands you the dagger he was just testing.

"So show me what you can do, little witch. Except for using that honeyed voice of yours." He says it mockingly and takes two steps back, drawing another hidden blade from his armour.

You don't remember the entire fight clearly. The adrenaline was pumping through you so much that you only remember snippets of that dance with him with daggers in your hands. Surprisingly, neither of you disarmed the other. You stopped as you both placed your blades against the other's flesh—at points that would guarantee instant death if either of you decided to press the blade against the skin a little harder.

"You fight well, little witch." He praises you, moving away from you. "You're wasting yourself here." He says, looking at you acutely for a long time, considering something. But finally, he nods at you and turns again to join his men and board the ship. You quickly grab his hand before he gets too far away from you. You feel him tense at your touch, but he doesn't make any moves.

"Let me go with you. My blade will be an extension of yours, Na-Baron. I'll be your spy from the shadows, just... get me out of here." He widens his eyes slightly, unprepared for such a request. He turns towards you and glares at you with his icy irises.

It could very well be a trick from those witches, but Feyd would be lying if he didn't say that you caught his attention the first day he saw you training. And he really wanted to see what you were really capable of doing. Few had the guts to challenge him. And he found it somehow charming—how your eyes shone with determination every time you held the blade in your hands.

"Your sisters won't be happy when they find out that I took one of them to Giedi Prime." He says, feigning hesitation. His people knew him well. If he wanted something, he took it. A group of old witches wouldn't stop him, not now that he saw... great potential in you. Maybe not only as one of his soldiers.

"With all due respect, your house is not known for following anyone's rules except those you set. I… I can't stay here any longer."

His heart beat faster, seeing the desperation and helplessness in your eyes. Normally, he would laugh at someone who showed him weakness and kill him on the spot without much thought. But you... when you stared at him with those pleading eyes of yours, flushed from fighting him... it did something to him.

Feyd knew the feeling of helplessness. His uncle loved making him feel this way. And Feyd himself finds great enjoyment in making others feel that way. Humiliated. Weak. Scared. Somehow he didn't like the fact that staying in the sisterhood made you... feel like that and do such desperate actions as coming with him to Giedi Prime.

However, he had no intention of letting go of such a valuable bird that was voluntarily pushing itself into his cage.

"Well, you fight better than most of my men... I will make you my right hand. And as for your Bene Gesserit sisters..." You sigh softly as he reaches for your hair and cuts it in half. He cuts your shoulder and dips the cut hair in your blood. You see him put a few strands in his pocket, before he handed them to his servant, growling something at him in his native language. You raise an eyebrow at him. "I told him to convey my thanks to the Reverend Mother for... sending me a delightful toy. He might also mention that my darlings liked your meat." You nod, swallowing. He laughs mockingly, patting your shoulder. "You have many things to learn, little witch. You better prove to me that I wasn't wrong about you, or you will suffer exactly the fate that my servant will pass on to your sisters. I don't like weakness and disappointment."

"I have no intention of disappointing you, Na-Baron."

"Good. Come with me. I'm fed up with this planet. Besides, you need to change your clothes if you don't want my men to think you're a whore they can enjoy while on our journey." He nods and walks towards the ship. You follow him like his shadow, casting cold, sinister glances at the people staring at you.

"I am perfectly capable of defending myself, my lord." You reply confidently as you walk with him up the ramp to the Harkonnen ship. You see a small smile appear on his face at your words.

"I don't doubt that. However, I wouldn't want to lose more people than necessary. It's supposed to be your job to clean up after me, not the other way around, little witch." He responds, testing you and carefully watching your reaction. You don't flinch, perfectly prepared and familiar with... the brutality of the Harkonnens.

"Duly noted. There's only one thing I don't understand." He doesn't stop in his steps, but he gives you a quick glance and hums, allowing you to continue and ask a question. "I appreciate it very much, but… why didn't you kill me at the entrance?"

He chuckles hoarsely at your question and stops at a specific door. He turns to look at you, a spark of amusement shining in his eyes as he studies you like a predator would its prey before deciding to answer you.

"You didn't apologise or beg for your life. I found it... very refreshing." He says, opening the door. The metallic smell of blood fills your nostrils. You look into the room and see several prisoners chained to the wall of the ship with some strange cuts on their chests—probably some words in Harkonnen."Your first task, little witch. My darlings are very hungry. They will need the meat of my enemies. Come back here in an hour... I should finish by then. And change that rag you wear. I want to see you only in black." He orders, closing the door behind him with a bang.

You stand in the hallway for a moment, blinking and staring at the door, as you are suddenly thrown into a new reality that you have to get used to. You mutter a series of curses under your breath as you go searching for... any clothes or shoes. The cold metal of the ship's floor and the dried blood in some places made walking around on your bare feet quite uncomfortable.

Feyd-Rautha was indeed psychopathic... but it was better for you to be the devil's right hand than his mistress. And it was certainly better to inhale the toxins of Giedi Prime than to smell the flowers from underneath your grave.

You find yourself in front of a door that you don't want to go through. But you know you have to do it if you want to remain free and independent of anyone. You couldn't escape now. Not before Feyd-Rautha. You had to pay the price of your freedom with someone else's freedom. And you were ruthless enough to do it without blinking an eye. Maybe the years of living with Harkonnen really made you one of them...

You knock and enter the cave of Feyd's three harpies.

As you might expect, they don't welcome you very warmly. As soon as you close the door behind you, you hear their hisses. They stop feasting on some Fremen and glare at you, slowly approaching you.

"Relax, ladies. I'm here... to make a small agreement." You announce, taking a seat in the only chair that, surprisingly, isn't covered in anyone's blood. The women look at each other distrustfully and approach the table where you are sitting.

"Agreement?"

"With a little witch?"

"We don't make any agreements with our meals; we simply eat them."

You don't flinch at their words. Instead, you nod and draw your dagger when they get too close to you. Two of them move away automatically, but one—the oldest of them—continues to look at you. You give her a cold and dispassionate glare as you play with the blade in your fingers.

"But that's exactly what I'm talking about. About... a food. A great meal. A feast you will remember for a long time, ladies." You try your best to sound encouraging.

Their eyes light up, interested as you meet a fresh meal. You know perfectly well that they haven't eaten anything... desirable for a long time. They probably had to drag the body of this miserable man to their chamber themselves since you didn't have time to... make sure they were fed. And if there's one thing you can get on Giedi Prime with something other than power and sex, it's food.

"The little witch is planning something…"

"The little witch is up to something interesting…"

"The little witch wants to do something against our master…"

You look at them unfazed as they read that you have no clear intentions at all when it comes to working with them. But anyone who managed to survive on Giedi Prime and Arrakis was surely a man whose conscience had gone a long time ago.

And maybe your plan wasn't good for everyone... but it was definitely good for you. And Feyd. He'll agree with you... or at least you hope so. You're still not sure if his obsession with you was just a passing whim or if he really wanted to keep you with him. But you didn't want to end up like his concubines and pets.

"Possibly... but isn't that what you want? For your master to give you his attention again instead of taking care of me?" This seems to interest them even more than the promise of food.

"What do you want, little witch?" The oldest harpy asks you, looking at you carefully. You give her a mischievous, sinister smirk.

'"Have you ever thought of feasting on the Baron?" Your question hangs in the room. The harpies watch you carefully, smiling slowly and showing a row of black teeth.

Nothing united women like a common enemy.

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