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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - Chapter I: Sinners

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen X f! Reader

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

Words: around 7.000

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•

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

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

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

•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#LOVE BITES STORY #dune part two #feyd rautha #feyd rautha dune #dune 2 #dune part 2 #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha x reader #feyd x reader #feyd x you #austin butler x reader #love bites #vladimir harkonnen #dune 2024 #giedi prime #feyd rautha smut #feyd rautha harkonnen smut

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masters of the air · part two

#masters of the air #mota #motaedit #hbowaredit #hbo war #edits #tvedit #hbowardaily #ronsparky #violaobanion #olympain #userstaud #john egan #callum turner #gale cleven #austin butler #not to be sappy but like... i miss them #also them interacting mostly in dark scenes is my villain origin story

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i haven't read the books, but i just saw dune 2 and someone needs to tell me that everything ends up okay. because i really just want there to not be a big war and for chani and paul to end up together because they're in love and "I will love you as long as I breath" is the most heartbreaking line, and i want paul to not be evil and not marry florence pugh and i want to unsee bald austin butler because that was horrifying. is that so much to ask for?

#if this story ends like revenge of the sith I'm suing #dune #dune 2 #dune part two #dune part 2 #dune movie #chani dune #paul atreides #austin butler #florence pugh #zendaya #timothee chalamet

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Guys… he finally did it! He gave us the jungle room scene! Respectfully thank you Baz! Finally giving us what we need! And the way Austin is looking is… I-I’m speechless!

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis film #elvis photos #elvis smut #elvis and me #elvis the king #austin butler elvis #elvis songs #elvis 2022 #baz luhrmann elvis #austin elvis imagine #70s elvis #elvis music #elvis history #baz lurhman #austin butler #elvis stories #elvis biopic

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⋆｡°✩ yesimwriting's masterlist⋆｡°✩

Below the cut is a full list of all my work :) (updated 10-10-23)

*pls limit interactions if you’re a pro ED/ana acc :)*

SCREAM 1996

Final Girl

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

To be continued.

Final Girl fic-verse:

First Impressions

Sick Day

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Final Girl fic-verse blurbs:

Drunk Y/N

Stu saying the L word

Billy saying the L word

Little Rituals

Time of Need

Talking about Y/N

Stu’s thoughts about Y/N and POV

Gingerbread

Billy Loomis x S/O with Panic attacks

Stu waiting for Y/N and Casual Intimacy

Billy and Stu with S/O who cries a lot

Billy and Stu Scaring Guys Away

People noticing their friendship

Driving with Stu

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SCREAM VI

Ethan Landry

One of Them

Ask about Ethan

Noticing they like Y/N

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LAST OF US

Joel Miller

First Rule

What Follows

Y/N gets hit on - Protective Joel

Purpose

Pulling Away

Pulling Away similar story

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STAR WARS

Anakin

More Than This

Promise

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AMERICAN HORROR STORY

Tate Langdon

Modern day fic

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DC TITANS

Jason Todd

Resurgence

Slow Nights

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ELVIS THE MOVIE

Business Practical

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Movie Club

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Times Have Changed

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DAREDEVIL

48 Hours

Chapter 1

A Red Widow

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SPIDER-MAN

This Time it’s Different

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

TASM Peter

Domestic Assertiveness

Hobbie Brown

Ask about Hobbie

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YOU

Bloodroot in the Suburbs

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Babysitter

Chapter 2: Kill Habits, Not people

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SIX OF CROWS SERIES:

Searing Starlight

Searing Starlight Chapter 1

Searing Starlight Chapter 2

Searing Starlight Chapter 3

To be continued.

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Kaz Brekker:

Blurb series: The Promise of Rain (i define a blurb series' as a series with shorter chapters where each chapter correlates but can technically be read as a stand alone)

The Promise of Rain (blurb 1).

The Promise of Rain (blurb 2).

The Promise of Rain (blurb 3)

To be continued.

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Falling Angels:

Falling Angels Chapter 1

Falling Angels Chapter 2

To be continued.

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Anastasia (Prologue)

Bookworm reader

A Knife in the Back

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SHADOW AND BONE:

The Darkling:

Solace (part 1)

Solace (part 2).

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To Be Alone (smut).

Solutions

All the Good Dreams (might be getting a part 2)

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The Needs of Pain (part 1)_

The Needs of Pain (part 2, smut).

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Corridor Moments

darkling x shy! reader HC

Comforting the darkling HC

Playing Vices

Darkling x anxious! Reader

Kirigan x Soft Girls/Similar personality

Crossing Lines

Darkling x Pregnant! Reader

Possessive/Breeding

Nikolai Lantsov:

Tranquility.

Handmaid reader x nikolai. childhood best friends to

lovers fic

Enemies to lovers Nikolai HC (i'm thinking of making a series based on this

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SHADOW AND BONE X SIX OF CROWS:

The Problem With Light Chapter One

To be continued.

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RED QUEEN:

Maven Calore:

Dying Starlight

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Fireside - A Pink Scarf Universe Story 💗🧣💗

A/N: Apparently, I am not able to stay too far away from our darlin' Reader and Elvis, no matter how hard I try! I just love them too much. So, here is a sexy little blurb taking place in February 1970. I hope you enjoy, and maybe if this gets enough likes and traction, I'll release more and grow the "Pink Scarf Universe" lol, who knows?

If you haven't read Pink Scarf, read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist (though honestly you could probably read this without knowing their story it just won't be as fun for you without the background info 😂).

I will also say this isn't as heavily edited and revised as PS, but hopefully it's still readable...

TW: MINORS DNI 18+ SEXX. PS Daddy E is back! The usual filth with these two. Fluff. A tinge of angst at the beginning. 😏

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Fireside

Graceland, Late February 1970

Shivering as you make your way across the lawn, you pull your arms across your coat in tight, feeling a bit insolent and annoyed that you even have to trudge out here in the middle of the night. But Elvis had insisted, in that spontaneous way of his, that he must have a campfire tonight, of all nights, even though they all had just returned from his second engagement in Las Vegas and were all beat to hell with exhaustion. So, he and the guys had all tasked at building what you considered to be a too large and dangerous fire in out on the back lawn.

Perhaps you might be feeling more understanding if you hadn’t just spent two weeks away from him—the longest amount of time you’d been apart since August. You’d been sent home early after catching the monster flu that had been going around, which had turned quickly into a terrible bout of bronchitis. The desert air had done you no favors, and Elvis, along with the doctor, had sent you home to Memphis despite your protests. You were furious because Elvis, too, had caught the flu, but in that stubborn way of his had insisted on performing through it like an insane person.

“All these folks paid good money and flew in from all over to come see me, Satnin. I ain’t gonna disappoint them,” he’d said to you as you both coughed and raged with fever.

You were so mad he’d sent you home during your first engagement as one of his back-up singers that you were still stung by it. But you were also finding yourself increasingly needy for him along with your moodiness.

Which is why you find yourself out in the cold, sniffling, desperate for your fiancé to come inside and shower you with attention instead of living it up out in the cold with the guys he just spent a solid month with.

Your grumpiness is fueled as you approach the roaring flames and spot Elvis in his low Adirondack chair, laughing it up with the guys. You don’t like the feeling of jealousy that creeps over you at his attention being pulled away from you by these men. It’s silly, you know, just as you know it’s part of the package. Elvis’ light and charisma demands attention whether he means it to or not but having been away from him the past few weeks made you miss him in a way you haven’t felt before.

Part of you can’t escape how handsome he looks in the firelight, his smile wide and crinkling his lovely blue eyes. And that damn laugh of his is so contagious and musical that it almost—almost—pulls you out of your funk.

That tether between you has been pulled tight for too long and yanks you towards him out here in the cold. You stand over him sullenly for a moment until he raises those soulful eyes up to yours.

“Why ain’t you in bed, Satnin? You shouldn’t be out here. You’ll catch another chill,” Elvis says in what to him is a caring way yet to you feels almost dismissive. But he must see the needy look in your eyes and the tears brimming there because his voice softens and he adds, “Come ‘ere then,” and lifts the heavy blanket over his legs. A sense of deep relief falls over you as you slide sideways into his lap, throwing your legs across his, his warmth cocooning you. He pulls the heavy blanket up over you both and you snuggle into his chest.

Yes, this is what you need, you think, collapsing into him, his spicy familiar scent enveloping you, the heat of his body burning into yours. One arm circles around your back and his other hand rests on your thigh, pulling you ever closer. God, you missed this. You missed him. To think you spent so many years near him but without him… No wonder your brain concealed so much from you for so long—this yearning you feel is nearly unbearable and he is already yours.

You sigh into his neck, and he presses his chin down to look at you. “What’s wrong, baby?” he whispers in your ear, his hand slipping under your coat to rub comforting circles at your waist. His slender fingers are cold, but you don’t care in the least.

“Missed you,” is all you can eek out in your sensitive, tearful state, your hand clutching at the front of his coat.

“Aww, darlin’, I’m right here,” he says, kissing the top of your head, then pressing his fire-warmed cheek to your cool one.

You can’t help but pout, your mood worn from weeks of being sick and without him to comfort you. It’s not like you to act this way—for years you built a stoic shell around yourself to cope with Jack being gone all the time—but Elvis managed to break that shell into pieces last summer. Since then, you’ve found yourself feeling every little thing and unable to hide it from him. Perhaps it is because he is so finely tuned into you that he just knows when something is off, but you can’t seem to hide things from him even when you’ve tried.

“Mhm,” Elvis tuts in your ear, “you’re still sore that I sent you home, ain’tcha? I’m not gonna be sorry about that, honey. You were too sick and the doc was right—that Vegas air was doin’ you no good.” He shakes his head.

You huff stubbornly and bury your head into his long neck. Of course, logically, you know they were right to send you back, but you are still upset and not just about that. You can’t seem to voice exactly what you are mad about, only realizing that you are annoyed and sad and small and needy in a way you’ve never been before. And this overwhelm seems to steal your ability to express any of those emotions in words. You’re not sure what exactly you need, other than being as close as possible to the man you love.

“Oh, don’t you be obstinate, now,” Elvis warns quietly, the slightest edge of temper in his voice. Your only response is to cling to him harder, to nuzzle yourself further into the warmth that emanates off him.

He says nothing for a moment, staring into the fire, but you can sense the gears turning behind those pretty, worn eyes. Finally, he seems to come to some conclusion because his countenance shifts and he forces your chin out of his neck with his finger so he can look you in the eyes.

“Is all this because you need Daddy to take care of you?” he asks quietly, firmly. His voice is low and rumbles right down to your toes, the words setting every one of your nerves on fire along the way.

A whimper escapes your lips. You are suddenly grateful for the inky darkness of the winter’s night, at the heat of the fire, because they conceal the blush that suddenly blotches your cheeks as Elvis stares deeply into your eyes. The gaze has you squirming to get off his lap and you want to pull him into the house where you need him, but his large hands clamp down firm.

“Be still,” he commands sternly, but only loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart is galloping at the implication of those two little words.

“Now are ya gonna be a good, quiet little girl for me?” Elvis asks, his hand gripping your chin so you have to look at him. His face is the picture of controlled calm—it’s only the flames dancing in his darkening eyes that gives him away.

You hadn’t realized just how badly you needed him to take control until this very moment.

You manage to nod solemnly as all the blood in your body seems to rush into your core. You don’t know what he has in store for you, but the fact that he is not making any attempt to leave the company of the men surrounding you makes you nervous (and maybe a little intrigued).

Elvis releases your chin and pulls the heavy blanket up over your shoulders, encouraging you to snuggle back into him by tightening his hand around your waist. The warm wool now covers you both from head to toe, and it is only then that you start to glean why that might be important.

You rest your head on his collarbone, waiting with bated breath, feeling the slow, steady beat of his heart begin to quicken under your hand as you slip it into his coat. You’re unable to help the impulse to place a fluttering kiss at the pulse point on his elegant long neck, and his lip curls up in response. Before long, he begins drawing small circles with his fingertips up the inside of your thigh, and when reaching the hem of your dress, he slips under without compunction. You stiffen as he continues, unhurried, up, up, up until he reaches your panty line.

Your eyes widen and you wonder if Elvis is really going to do this with all the guys around. It’s bold, even for him, even with the blanket tenting and concealing his movements. A snake of apprehension in your gut is overrun by the thrill of the risk. The conversation around the fire flows on without either of you, and the crackle of the flames conceals a lot, and for that you are grateful.

The light brush of his fingers over the cotton of your panties makes you jump despite yourself, and in response, Elvis grips your waist hard, stilling you.

“Be good,” he orders through clenched teeth, “or I’m gonna stop and leave you to fend for yourself. Or maybe I oughta pull this blanket off and let the guys enjoy the show.” His lip quivers up slyly at that.

The threat stills you either way.

Elvis chuckles darkly. His fingers resume their teasing, dancing over the cotton at your core delightfully as you attempt to stay as still and quiet as possible. He is maddeningly patient, doing this until you can feel the throb of your pulse blossoming between your thighs, and it has you oh-so-quietly panting into his neck. But it’s not until he feels the fabric dampen under his touch that he finally slides his naughty, slender finger underneath, grazing through your slick and up to your sensitive bud, forcing you to bite down to keep from keening loudly.

Fuck, you’ve missed him.

By now, he knows how to play you like an instrument, his instrument, knowing exactly how much pressure to use as he circles your clit again and again, enough to get you sufficiently worked up. His casualness suggests he has all the time in the world while you’re sitting in his lap beginning to shudder from the pleasure coiling low in your belly.

Occasionally, he’ll stop, just to listen to your desperate breathlessness, your carnal wanting of him quelled by trying to be a quiet, good girl like you promised. A hint of a smirk plays on his face, making you want to crush your mouth to his or slap him for his teasing. Instead, you settle for clawing at his shirt.

The wetness that gathers between your legs has your panties soaked and sticking to you now, which might be embarrassing except for the fact that you are so damn needy for him, you couldn’t care less about your ruined underwear. Elvis discovers this fact as he finally dips lower, running the length of his finger back and forth through your sopping, swollen folds, taking his sweet damn time.

You tense. You are nearly ready to come undone just from his teasing, but you know that’s not what he wants. That’s not the game he’s playing. You raise your head from his chest just long enough to give him a pleading look.

He's doing a decent job of keeping his handsome features neutral, looking to a casual observer as though he is following the conversation around the fire and not driving you to madness under the blanket. But knowing him as you do, you can see the tiny giveaways that he, too, is flustered: the way his nostrils flare with his increased breathing rate, how his brilliant blues gleam with arousal, the way his plump lips part when he finally presses his middle finger deep into you.

Your wetness devours him readily. To hide the gasp and roaring flush on your cheeks, you pull the blanket up even farther. You clutch at his chest and your nails scrape his skin. After a few agonizing minutes, there’s no helping the instinct to grind your hips against his hand, wanting him deeper, wanting to consume him.

But while he smirks and is pleased with your desperation, he also will not relinquish control. He stills completely, one hand gripping your waist hard as a reminder of who is in charge. Your warm, wet heat clenches around his finger.

“Be good and stop squirmin’, little one,” he whispers low in your ear, “and maybe Daddy will keep finger fuckin’ you ‘till ya come.”

You stop moving but whine in response to those dirty words coming from his perfect pouty mouth—you just can’t help it—but it’s so quiet he can barely hear you. Your reward is another finger sliding deep into your heat. He picks up the pace in an unforgiving way. Gasping, you bite your lip when he curves those fingers just so, hitting that spot deep inside that is only his.

The blanket barely moves, and you have no idea what magic he is using to keep things so incognito, especially considering he naturally has so much energy that his limbs are usually vibrating uncontrollably. You still feel completely on display, though, especially when the pad of his thumb begins massaging your bud in time with his expert fingers pumping in and out of you.

I’m going to come undone, right here, in front of all the guys, you think in horror. You have no clue how you are going to keep quiet and still and good if that happens. Panic begins to build behind your arousal because you just know that coil is going to burst and you’ll cry out in ecstasy any second now (but a dark part of you is even more aroused by the scandalous nature of it all).

Elvis must sense the change in you because he edges you right up to the point of no return but not over. He halts his ministrations. You clutch desperately at his expensive shirt, certain you are going to shred it to pieces by the time this little game of his is through. Your heart pounds hard and fast against your ribcage, in time with his, and you wait to see what he has in store for you next. Because even though a part of you is embarrassed by this game, you are drinking in every drop of attention, relishing his command over you, needy for every morsel he deems to give you.

He’s considering his next move, you think, by the way his eyes narrow slightly and his grip on you shifts. When he pulls his fingers out of you, you almost moan for the loss of them, but catch yourself at the last second. Brazenly, he wipes his sticky fingers down your inner thigh, his eyes dancing with amusement as he does so.

You gape at him. He can’t be finished, you think dismally. He can’t leave me like this.

No, you don’t think so, not with the way you can feel his hardened length pressing into your hamstring.

He kisses your temple sweetly. “Now listen carefully, little girl: Imma need you to shift onto one of Daddy’s legs for a second. Nice and slow now, don’t call attention to it. And hold those ruined panties of yours to the side. I wanna feel that pretty little kitty weepin’ for me,” he rumbles in your ear.

Oh my goddd... The urge to moan long and loud fills you but you just nod instead.

You follow his directions and move your weight so one of his lean, muscled thighs is between yours. The rough fabric of his pants scrapes your bare pussy as he bounces his leg a few times, sending a cascaded of shivers into your belly. His pants will need to be dry cleaned for the soaking spot you’re leaving there, and part of you feels a sense of pride to be marking him in such a way. Mine.

Holding the blanket up to your shoulders dutifully, you stare at the golden flames licking into the air in front of you. No one seems to notice or care that you have shifted.

That’s when you feel it. The slow, deliberate way he undoes his belt, the ticking of his zipper. You blush furiously, then feel the spring of his heavy cock being released. Before you can react, he unceremoniously and quickly lifts you fully onto his lap, lining you up then impaling you down upon his length.

You cover your surprise and choke with a cough—not unusual considering you’re still recovering from bronchitis. Thank god you are as wet as you are because, even so, it’s a damn tight fit with him having been away these past few weeks. You have to keep yourself from rolling your eyes into the back of your head because he’s finally filling you the way you need him to.

Yes, this is what you wanted. This is what you needed. You just didn’t expect it to be in front of all his (albeit unaware) friends.

By the way Elvis grips your waist and from the soft grunt that escapes him, you know he’s struggling to contain his own reaction to your heat, despite the air of control he’s been exuding. He adjusts you how he wants you: leaning your back over his chest, your legs draped over his, his chin resting on your shoulder. With the way the seat of the chair tips down to the ground and with blanket pulled all the way up, nothing looks amiss.

You close your eyes and sigh, relishing the feel of him stretching you, his cock buried deliciously deep inside you. He envelops you in his arms, one under your breasts, the other at your lower belly. His warmth burns into your back, but he does not let you move. Those wiry but strong arms have effectively pinned you to him. Almost frantic, you try for some semblance of friction, anything at all to ease the tension, but he just chuckles at your near-silent gasps, holding you fast against him.

Finally, once you relent and relax, Elvis swivels his hips, again and again, in a slow rhythm not unlike one monumentally famous performance on TV in the beginning of his career, the one that sent the church ladies off their rockers and the teenage girls fainting. Suddenly, you want to giggle at the fact that his damn hips resulted in both his skyrocketing career and in his censorship because those same hips have certainly become even more skilled in the many years between then and now, but for different, more scandalous reasons. Maybe those church ladies had a point, after all, you laugh quietly. And it causes you to clench around his cock.

Then you hear a low growl in your ear: “What a dirty little girl you are, letting Daddy take you like this in front of all these men. Bein’ so good for me. You like this, baby girl?” Each statement is accentuated with a shallow but pointed roll of his pelvis.

You bite your lip, nodding. His dirty talk has molten heat flooding down your limbs and directly into your cunt. With the warmth of the roaring fire coupled with the passioned heat at your back, your arousal grows with each small movement, each scandalous word, and has you feeling like you might combust before this is all said and done.

So desperately do you want to ride him within an inch of his life, but he won’t allow it. No, this is his show, and you give into him, fully resting back onto his chest. He rewards you by finding your clit again, massaging it in slow time with his barely moving cock. The result is both torturous and delectable, working you into such a state that you dig your nails so hard into his clothed thighs that he hisses.

“Fuck, little one, you feel so good,” Elvis breathes jaggedly into your ear. He presses a hand to your lower belly, then rolls his hips up. In this position, he’s big enough that you both can feel him there. “Takin’ my cock so well.”

You do your level best not to mewl, to stay quiet for him. Instead, your breathing pants through your nostrils and you try to keep your wits about you, trying to stay good as he fucks you so slowly within an inch of your life. Fucks you with all the guys around, who seem none the wiser.

He must feel you begin to flutter around him, your climax drawing ever closer. You feel like you’re about to burst because you need to scream, to moan out his name, do something that will let you release this pressure, but you tamp it all down as far as you can.

“Daddy’s gonna make you come now, sweetheart,” he purrs.

“N-not h-here,” you breathe out, panicked, knowing you can’t hold on much longer.

“Yes, here,” he chastises. “Right in front of ev’rybody. You’re gonna come so hard, baby, cuz Daddy treats you right, doesn’t he?”

You almost sob at that and nod, that coil poised to explode at any moment.

“But you’re gonna be good and so, so quiet cuz it’s just for me baby. You ain’t gonna cry out or move a muscle, okay?” he whispers and though he’s commanding, you know he’s close to losing control himself by how labored his breath is and how tightly he’s holding you.

You nod, and he flicks your clit with expert, rapid precision. “Now, lil’ one. Come now.”

That’s all you need. Quite suddenly, you are consumed by fire as hot as the one blazing in front of you. Your body tenses, then shudders violently in his lap and he holds you to him as you careen over the edge, lost to the dark night. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to not cry out, resulting instead in your huffed breaths. Long nails bite into his arms, clamoring for some outlet for your pleasure. Your eyes close, stars dancing behind them. Your walls clench and flutter around his length and you feel his slow rhythm begin to stutter.

“Fuck, baby, Jesus fuck, so good for m-me. Daddy’s gonna fill y-you up now. All mine. Aw, h-hell.” He pulses inside you, covering his own orgasm by biting deep into your shoulder, so hard you can feel it through the heavy winter coat you’re wearing. His thick, hot arousal throbs and coats your insides and you ride him through it with the tiniest rocking of your hips, feeling lighter than air but also grounded by him.

That’s what life with Elvis is like, you think. He grounds you to him, to his orbit, and sends you both shooting to the moon and the stars.

Completely blissed out and spent, you fall into him, and he slumps back in the chair. As you come back down to Earth, you feel your breathing sync with his. You close your eyes and revel in the wonderful way he’s made you feel, this man you are so wildly in love with.

You’re no longer upset.

You’re just glad to be back in his arms.

Elvis nudges you and you realize you may have dosed off, as he is now soft inside you and the fire has dimmed some.

“I think you made quite the mess, lil’ mama,” he whispers, nipping at your ear.

Indeed. You can feel the cool pooling of your collective arousal coating you and his lap.

“I made the mess, huh?” you whisper back with a roll of your eyes.

“Oh, most definitely.” You can feel his boyish grin as he kisses your neck.

“Sure. And how exactly are we supposed to get back in the house without everyone knowing we had sex in front of them?”

He pauses and then you can feel the vibration of his chest as he starts to chuckle, that way he gets just before he has a laughing fit.

“Oh, don’t you dare start, E,” you warn. It’s contagious, of course, and you feel your own laughter bubbling. “You didn’t think this all the way through, did you, love?” you shake your head.

“That’s what I have you for!” he laughs.

“Well, I guess we’re just gonna have to sit here and simmer in our juices until everyone decides to go to bed, now won’t we?” you try to whisper sternly, but giggles escape at the complete ridiculousness of the situation.

“Not in our juices!” he cries with laughter. He’s completely beside himself, pressing his forehead into your back in an effort to hide his amusement.

“What was that, EP? Thought you both fell asleep over there,” Lamar says.

“N-nothing!” Elvis hiccups. “Just go about your business! Y’all must be getting’ tired, right? Time to go inside! Time for bed!” He flails his arms in the general direction of the house.

You are both trying, quite unsuccessfully, to hold back your laughter, and the guys are looking at you two like you’ve grown horns.

“Um, sure, EP? I guess it is getting late,” Charlie throws out.

Quizzical, the guys grumble a bit and begin to mosey their way towards the house.

“You comin’?” Lamar shouts.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it! We’ll get there!” Elvis calls, shooing him away, then dissolves into another peal of breathless laughter.

“Okay, Crazy,” Lamar mumbles.

Elvis is sniffling and snorting by now. Your face is red and tears poke at the corners because the more he laughs, the more you laugh.

“I love you, Satnin,” he says, kissing your cheek gently once everyone is gone and your giggles have subsided.

“I love you, too, baby boy.” You press your forehead to his. “Now please tell me you have a handkerchief or something cuz otherwise you’re gonna need to wear this blanket around your waist to get inside.

“Anything for you, baby, anything for you,” Elvis says, holding back another peal of laughter.

And you know it’s true.

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aurorangen · 5 months

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gouged his eye out

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stephstars08 · 4 months

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This is just my opinion but… I feel like no one is going to be able to play Elvis better than Austin! Austin did such an amazing job and I don’t think anyone will ever top his performance as the king!

Again this is just my opinion!!😊😊😊😊

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austinswhitewolf · 7 months

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Welcome Home

Hello everyone! It has been a long while since I have posted anything. I went on vacation and then had a bout of writers block. I'm slowly easing back into writing now and this was what helped me back. Hope you like it. I love the concept of shifters. <3

Austin had been gone for a good solid two months filming while you had stayed home, not being able to get away from work to travel with him. It had been extremely hard for the both of you, not normally being away from each other this long. Being shifters, you were always touching each other in some way when out and in public. People had started to label that as you being clingy but Austin had shut that down almost instantly, making a rare instagram post about how much he loved you and that is all that mattered.

You would normally go to the airport to pick him up when he was gone for shorter amounts of time. But with him being gone so long this time, you both had decided that you would wait at home for him. It would be way too public for how much the two of you would need each other's touch.

The only thing that had kept you sane was his scent all around the house, wearing his sweatshirts to bed and shirts around the house. Austin had taken one of your scarves as well as a few of your sweatshirts. Your scent had permeated every fiber of the scarf. You periodically saw pap pictures of him leaving set or out and about in his free time with your scarf around his neck, though it worked well since it was the middle of winter.

You were baking while waiting, trying to keep yourself busy so not to think about Austin being home today. The entire kitchen smelled of baked goods as they were cooling on the island. One of Austin’s soft fluffy sweatshirts was hanging off your shoulders, his scent wafting around you.

As you reached forwards to turn the oven off, you felt a light push to the back of your head. Just as your head tilted forwards slightly, Austin nuzzled his nose and forehead along to the side of your head. His arms slid around your waist as you felt him breathe you in. Your eyes slid shut immediately at the movement from him. The entire world fell away in that moment. A deep rumble filled the air, and you could feel it against your back. This pulled a reciprocal purr from you. Austin turned you around and pulled you against him firmly. You buried your face in his neck, nuzzling just under his jaw where his scent was strongest. It was intoxicating to you, your hands curling into him, not wanting any space between you. Scooping you up into his arms, it was only moments before you were in your bedroom and he was placing you down onto the bed. Just barely peeling you off him, he was quick to shed his jeans, jacket and shirt. You let out a soft whine when he pulled away but when you saw what he was doing, you kicked off your lounge pants and his sweatshirt as well. Before you could think, Austin had crawled up the bed to you, curling his long body around you and nuzzling into your neck taking deep pulls of your scent into his lungs.

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You didn’t know what time it was, just that it was dark outside when you woke up having to use the bathroom. It took a few minutes to extricate yourself from Austin’s arms slowly enough to not wake him up.

As you walked into the bathroom, you smiled at how his scent covered you. Sure you were both sticky and happily sore, but he was back home with you. In only the few minutes it took you in the bathroom, Austin had shifted forms and his large lean golden body filled up half of the California king bed. His soft silky mane was sticking up in every direction. Warmth filled your heart at the image in front of you. Sliding back into bed, you gently slid under and between his front legs. His paws were the size of your face. A soft almost giggle slid from your lips as he stretched, having felt your movement against him. Austin cracked an eye open at the noise and let out a large yawn right in your face while curling his front leg around you to pull you tighter against him. Another soft laugh left you at this though when he moved his head back and licked up the entire side of your face you let out a noise of indignation. A happy chuff left him before his rumbling purr filled the room.

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edits-art-and-roleplay · 22 days

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:: Warnings!! The following story is only suitable for people over 18 years old!! It includes sexual acts and a wonderful love story between two men! :: :: Please don't copy nor steal my writing. ::

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'The couch? Seriously?', Gale's mind spoke and his gaze swept across the room, over to the fold-out couch where John could be found sleeping. It could have been much easier. The bed in this hotel room was so big that 4 people could have easily slept in it without getting in the way. Their best friend had been quite generous when he celebrated his big birthday at the fancy hotel, allowing all his friends and family to stay there. Gale and John shared a room, like in the old days when they were roommates. That's exactly how it felt now when Gale took in the distance between them.

His confession a few weeks ago that he had separated from his wife had obviously not changed anything between the two of them. He had confessed to John that he realized why John had kept his distance and it was all the more frightening that he felt exactly the same thing. That was the first time John had admitted that he was in love with Gale either. ‘Then why doesn’t anything change?’, Gale thought and let out a deep, quiet breath. Maybe he needed to make it clearer to John what he wanted.

So Gale slowly and noiselessly pushed himself up off the mattress, slid out of bed and just as noiselessly walked over to the couch. It was so frighteningly quiet that he could clearly hear John's breathing the closer he got. Reaching the edge of the couch, Gale leaned forward and down so he could gently snuggle against John's warm body.

Perhaps it was fate, a premonition or a deep-seated wish on John's part, that he kept the left arm away from the body in such a way that Gale found it comfortable, his right hand resting relaxed on the stomach. John didn't move at first, but looked happy in his sleep and it was definitely three minutes before Gale felt the slight body movement. His best friend was no longer asleep, but wide awake and aware that this was no dream. His head turned to the left, lips touched Gale's smelly and soft hair and a deep breath of contentment was heard. Gale felt it, heard the quiet heartbeat and was quite sure that this was the moment John had been longing for. Still, both of them couldn't stop teasing.

"What are you doing here?", John was heard whispering, lips resting gently against Gale's hair.

"Well, we were at a birthday party and ended up in the hotel room.", Gale smirked even though his Major couldn't see it, but he heard the gentle wheezed laughter.

"I know that. I mean, what are you doing -here-?" He emphasized the last word lovingly and the fingers of his left hand tapped almost tenderly on Gale's hip, which he had grasped from behind and pulled close to him.

"Well - I woke up in that huge and quite comfortable bed over there and couldn't bear to see you here on this rather uncomfortable couch."

"We can swap. - Uuuh ouch.", John added quickly, feeling the playful boxing in the side and that's when his laughter was heard more loudly. To his surprise, he got a kiss on the shoulder joint and grinned happily to himself with his eyes closed.

"Do you feel uncomfortable when I'm lying here?", Gale was heard asking softly and cautiously after a long moment of silence had passed and they just held each other. As if they had never had bad times, never had been separated, never went through a self chosen distance to each other.

"No not at all." The soft and relaxed tone of John's voice encouraged Gale. Not that he didn't have one, but that the closeness between them and in the here and now wasn't a problem gave him the courage to finally say what he wanted to say.

"Then never leave my side again."

"I'm here. I always was."

"But never completely and that's what I want. You by my side, without the limits we have imposed on ourselves, but rather enjoying now that we both love each other." So began a plea of love, which Gale's heart absolutely had to get off his chest. All of that had been building up in him for so long, had had to remain hidden for so long that now as he had spoken the first few sentences, he felt the pressure in his chest really painful. So he sat up, sat on the knees, shoved the slightly trembling hands between his thighs to calm him down and continued to speak with fervor.

"It took me so long to figure out and realize why you made yourself so rare in our friendship. The worst part was not realizing why you did it, but that I would have had exactly the same reason. Namely, that I love you . And you still love me. So why does it feel like you still like the distance more than being close to me."

"Gale." He heard those whispers very close and looked straight into John's eyes, for he had long since sat up and taken his lover's hands in his own. But Gale's mind still hadn't really realized this.

"No, John. We seriously have to talk about it.", he shook his head, not wanting to interrupt the speech.

"And I want you to stop talking."

"Why? Isn't all that just as important to you anymore?"

"Yes. It is.", John smiled and now Gale finally realized how close they were, because the warm breath carried John's whisper over a very short distance to his lips. Eyes that Gale loved so much couldn't look more directly into his as he then heard. "But I finally want to kiss you."

Such a request had never set Gale's heart pounding so fast. However, when John said those words, his heart pounded so fast against the ribs that the vibration was almost unbearable. Like a newborn that sucked in the first breaths hectically and uncontrollably, his chest moved up and down so quickly and yet it was the most beautiful agony Gale had ever suffered. Their gazes never parted and when John put the warm hands on his cheeks, there was this unspeakably beautiful relief and relaxation on Gale's limbs. That feeling ran down his cheeks, down his jaw, down into his chest where it calmed the excited heart and breathing. But only until the next sensual storm blew up in him.

Magnetically attracted to each other, their faces had moved closer together and when the surfaces of their lips touched, Gale noticed that John had long since closed his eyes. Wanting to enjoy it in the same way, the eyelids drooped, letting the long lashes rest on the silky skin under the eyes, and now the inner explosion felt even more intense. This moment wasn't forced, it wasn't planned or foreseen. No, this moment was simply carried by love and enclosed the two of them like an invisible cage. Not one you were trapped in and wanted to escape as quickly as possible. God no, Gale liked to be trapped in this cage until the end of his life, knowing he was with the man he loved. Knowing he was safe, alive and his love was returned.

But this love was not only reciprocated. That love turned to passion and Gale felt John's body pushing closer and closer against his. He felt the slight twist that pushed him backwards into the pillows, the mattress snuggling up against the back and his front being gently buried beneath John's. However, he also felt the tremor that stirred up the passion and made John's muscles tremble. As soon as he became aware of this, he heard this strained moaning and stopping breathing as if his lover was fighting something.

"Major? What's going on?", Gale whispered, cupping his lover's face in both hands and hoping nothing more than that he would look at him. "Your whole body is shaking."

"I'll be fine in a second.", John muttered haltingly, suppressing the deep groan and everything about him was tense. His forehead rested on Gale's bare chest, next to whose body his hands had gripped the sheets and were tugging at them. And now it dawned on Gale what was going on.

"It's all a bit much at once, isn't it?", he grinned, doing everything he could not hear it. He now knew what was going on in John and how much he fought against lust, because he couldn't do otherwise. Neither of them had been prepared for this explosion of emotions. There was no bootcamp for that.

"A little.", John wheezed laughing, clearing his throat and now having given up the stubbornness not to look at his lover. His head slowly rose, he shifted the body weight slightly to the right forearm and tenderly stroked the side of Gale's face with the left hand. "I've waited for this moment for so long.", he whispered lovingly. "For this moment, for you, for us. Words cannot express how happy I am, Gale."

"We don't need to talk.", he sounded mischievous. "I would be very content to feel you in any sensual way."

He received no verbal reply to this request. Rather, a flood of tender kisses came towards him, which took him by storm again. John's lips were so sensual and beguilingly soft. The flowing movements of his body are so devotedly light, as if small, flat waves were pushing against the shore. It was so easy to let yourself fall into this stream, switch off your head and find relaxation. But Gale wanted more than that. He was overwhelmed with the urge to lose himself completely in John. Not only did he want to be one with him in an act that went with it, no, Gale wanted to disappear body and soul into John. Becoming one with him, sharing the same heart and soul forever.

And that's exactly what happened at that moment. With each caress of the hands, each other removed the last barrier between their bodies. With every kiss that touched the heated skin. With every stroke of the tongue, it tickled errogenic zones and tenderly made you want more. The small flame of passion had long since turned into a firestorm and Gale almost missed the moment, this one important moment, in which he now fully felt John. But John had stopped, forcing him to look at him and realize what was happening. And what happened was the best thing in their lives. Gale was totally relaxed and as they locked eyes, he felt John's hips move closer to his. It was the most beautiful way to be buried under him and to be caught by his waves. Those waves that were no longer small and flat, but that had picked up the storm from far out at sea and whipped against the shore.

Carried away by this storm, Gale's hands were wrapped around John's shoulder blades. Legs had wrapped themselves, like a passionate clamp, around the hips that rocked both their bodies. Why had they waited so long for this? Why had they allowed themselves to stay away from each other, when they really needed each other? Gale didn't know anymore. He didn't want to look back either. He wanted to stay in the here and now. At that moment, when they were finally one and bit by bit the pressure built up in him that he almost got dizzy. And just as that feeling became too aching and strong, Gale could feel their bodies giving in to the need. He could feel John's explosion and just two seconds later his own spreading hotly against their bellies. Gale wanted to scream out loud, but their kisses had muffled any loud gasps and moans before, and still did.

It wasn't until the last wave of their climax that lips parted, but faces stayed close and hectic breath rushed between mouths. Gale's fingers on John's shoulder blades relaxed again and he hadn't noticed that the fingernails had dug into the skin. Very lightly, but he felt the marks as the fingertips caressed tenderly and John seemed to whimper softly. "I'm sorry.", Gale whispered, lifting his eyelids and looking at his lover's overjoyed face.

"I'm not.", John grinned with the lascivious look and small tears had mixed between the beads of sweat on his face. "I'm not sorry for a single damn second.", he whispered, both still struggling to fill their lungs with fresh oxygen. "I love you, Gale. And I swear to you, I'll never let you go again.", he sealed these words with a heartfelt kiss and the night gave the two enough time to enjoy their togetherness.

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feyd-rautha-aesthetic · 24 days

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - Chapter II: Wrath

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen X f!Reader

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

Words: around 15.000 (sorry)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Bit Soft! Feyd (only to you!), dark romance (you also have a dark side), biting, biting wounds, blood kink, blood consumption, described murder/gore, organs (splatter?), sexual act, also bloody act (blood from others but also from you both) oral (f! reciving), vaginismus (because of rape, Feyd wants to help 🖤), mentions of rape, tongue on and in v, friction of genitals, skin licking and biting, soft aftercare, mention of sexual act, mention of wound-fucking, hate and aggression, he kills other people because of you and for you, he loves you in a dark way

Flashbacks are written in cursive.

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Feyds POV:

Almost as soft as butter, the blade slid through her throat. Yes, I felt a minimal resistance. Insufficient, inadequate. The smell of blood run to my nose as soon as the blade left her flesh. It was like a drug, every time. Probably the only one that could ever captivate me, ever get me hooked. Taking no real notice to anyone, she fell to the ground as I turned to the lady on my left. Seeing the fear in her eyes, which didn't interest me in the slightest, I rammed the knife into her stomach a few times. Dissatisfied. ❝ Not quite balanced. It's the tip...❞ , I explained. ❝ It should be sharper!❞

I put the knife back and looked wordlessly at my counterpart. He knew what to do and went away. When I looked down, the three Harkonnen in black were already helping themselves to the fresh meat. I didn't say a word to them, ignoring the snarling noises. My eyes fell on the other two ladies, who stood trembling in front of me. ❝ Leave now, you're finished!❝ , I murmured at them. ❝ Except for the three of them, go! All of you!❞ But I took the bowl of paint from one woman as she walked past. ❝ Someone else will need the paint in some minutes!❞ The gorging ladies seemed to feel addressed and suddenly all looked up at me. Their faces covered in blood. Until a few weeks ago I had liked the sight of them, but now I didn't. ❝ You think I mean you? Pathetic!❞ , I growled at them. Disappointment was evident on their faces, followed by disgust. They hated the Na-Baroness. But I didn't care. I just wanted them to have respect for her. The way they dared to look at me right now, they would never look at (y/n). Otherwise, they would die at by hands. I didn't realize at that moment that this would be the case in just a few minutes.

The aroma of blood filled the whole room. The dark liquid seeped across the floor, the ceiling of the room and a pet was reflected in it. I remained silent, mentally preparing myself for the fight. It could be over in a few seconds or in several minutes. Everyone's body reacted differently to the drugs. I didn't notice one of the cannibals watching me. Not until she stood up and tried to put her bloody hands on my chest. But I firmly grabbed her wrists and pushed her aside. ❝ Are you nervous, Master?❞, she asked me. She didn't seem to understand my action. I glared at her angrily. ❝ Shut up! Your friends are also quiet!❞ , I hissed at her and turned away. I looked towards the entrance and waited, impatiently inside, for my Baroness. Somehow I was sure she could improve my mood. The day had started well, but ever since we'd been disturbed, I'd just been annoyed. Maybe there would be enough time to...

I felt something soft downwards from my belly button. All my muscles tensed as I watched the Harkonnen lady spread kisses further and further down. Her fingers slid over the leather on my hips. I watched her for a few seconds. Not because I was sexually aroused. But because she didn't accept my words. Hadn't I said clearly just a few minutes ago that I no longer wanted the three of them? They didn't even listen to me? I growled angrily, but she seemed to misunderstand, because she didn't stop her touches. With a quick movement of one hand, I had her jaw between my hands again and pulled her up to her feet. ❝ Can't you or won't you listen to me?❞ , I murmured. I hadn't noticed that the other two were now also looking in our direction, having interrupted their meal. ❝ No respect today, it seems?❞, I asked further. Tears of pain gathered in her eyes. My grip became so tight that even my fingertips hurt a little. I stepped closer to her and looked into her watery, black eyes. With a jerky movement, I yanked her to the floor. A cracking sound filled the room, followed by a pained groan. I watched for a moment as she lay trembling on the floor. One side of her jaw was completely dislocated. I walked past her with quick steps and picked up the black blade.

❝ I haven't tested this one yet, ladies. Let's change that!❞, I growled delightedly. The Harkonnen, who was lying on the ground, turned laboriously in my direction. I glanced at the others, who were slowly getting up. ❝ BACK ON THE GROUND!❞ , I shouted at the two of them. And they obeyed this time. I twirled the black blade once in my hand before grabbing the injured lady by the upper arm and pulling her up roughly. I felt that I dislocated her arm in the process. ❝Look here, darlings!❞ , I murmured and got down on my knees. I placed the wounded female in front of me so that we were at the same height. Tears trickled down her face. ❝Tsk, tsk.❞ , I clicked my tongue. ❝When you're naughty, you have to be punished. Actually, you know all about that.❞ My free hand clutched her jaw again to keep a grip on her head. The sword cut through the black leather, across her chest. There was only minimal damage to her skin. I was almost surprised that her exposed breasts didn't aroused me. Not anymore. Her breathing was rapid, full of panic. My arm wrapped around her neck to tighten my grip on her. But to make sure she really wasn't going to bolt, I rammed sword into her thigh muscle. A scream briefly filled the room until I pressed my hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. ❝Shut the hell up!❞ , I bared my teeth. The pressure only caused me to wring her jaw even more.

A little blood collected in her mouth, which flowed down along with her saliva. I looked at the other two again, they weren't moving at all. Their only movement was their heavy breathing. With a swift movement of my hand, I cut open her chest without warning, my hand still on her mouth to stifle her new cries of pain. "You will have respect for me again! Apparently you've lost it! And respect for your future baroness!" Her jaw suddenly gave way under my firm hand and now just hung open. Impossible to move it again by herself. A disgusting sight for others. I, on the other hand, was not bothered by it.

I threw the sword to the ground and now, literally, laid hands on her. My fingertips dug into the deep wound between her breasts, penetrating deeper and deeper into the warm flesh. I tore open her ribcage with a powerful jerk. A loud crack, splashes of blood spread across the Harkonnens bare skin and clothes. Her hanging jaw dangled around with the violent movements, my hands now completely stained dark red. I wrapped one arm around her neck again to keep a firm grip on her. My other hand pushed even deeper into her until I felt the throbbing organ at my fingertips. I immediately gripped it tightly. More blood oozed from her throat, spreading over my arm and her body, mixing with her own blood from the torn open wound. Her eyes were already half rolled back, but I could feel very clearly that she was still alive. Her life was, literally, in my hands.

With my other hand, I patted her cheek, now smeared with blood. I began to smile. "How good you can be, darling.“ And with a strong tug, I removed her heart from her bleeding torso. I immediately dropped the useless body. A muffled sound filled the room. I briefly examined the warm organ in my hand before putting it aside and reaching for the black sword again.

But just at that moment, the two pets stood up and wanted to run out. I managed to grab one by the arm, but the red liquid on my hand caused it to slip out of my grip. I growled angrily, but decided to let them go. It was more important to keep my strength now.

I dropped the blade to the ground and went back to the heart. I whistled once and the overweight Harkonnen stepped forward again. Trembling, sweat on his forehead. But this did not interest me. He was already stretching out his hands and I dropped the heart roughly into them. "Clean it a little! And put it in a nice box, I want to give it to the Na-Baroness!" I smiled confidently. "Clean the sword too and sharpen it again!" I then turned away from him, bored by the sudden silence. Still breathing a little heavily myself, I sat down on the cool floor to organize my thoughts, to calm down. My breathing slowly calmed down. I looked at my blood soaked hands, wanting to touch my queen with them. When would she get here?

•

Feyd was surprised by your abrupt movement, as you reached for your underwear and stood up. "You need to go. Otherwise they'll really notice that we're spending too much time in here." , you told him and took a deep breath. He watched you, as you slipped back into your jumpsuit and closed the zipper, somewhat awkwardly, at the small of your back. With a quick movement, he stood up and grabbed your wrist. He pulled you over to a small, elegant washbasin and grabbed a black washcloth. He wet it and began to gently cleanse your face. You flinched briefly as the water was freezing cold.

"Are you taking hot showers, Baroness?" , he asked with a nasty grin. "Uh-huh." , you said quietly. "We should change that as soon as possible then." , he replied. He deliberately left a little blood on your lips. From a distance, others could have mistaken it for a decent red lipstick. He also cleaned your arms, watching your arm muscles tense up to the cold water. As he had finished, you gently pushed him aside and took the washcloth from his hand to remove the dried blood from his arms now. However, without soap, the smell of blood still lingered on both of you. Especially on you, which was covered by your clothes. And you suddenly wondered to what extent others would smell it. Would it draw attention to you? Or maybe even make you look stupid? "What are you thinking about?" , your future husband asked you.

Why did he always have to look directly at you as soon as you were in thought? "Nothing important." , you tried to talk your way out of it, but as soon as you said it, you realized how stupid your answer was. Feyd growled again. Not happy about this answer. He broke away from your touch and hastily washed the rest off his fingers under the running water. "You can assume that almost everything you think about is important to me..." , he said, looking at you out of his eyes. He glanced at your necklace again, which had a small bloodstain on it, but he was sure no one would notice. "… Miss Harkonnen."

"Can the others smell it? The... the blood?" , you asked anxiously. "Ah, you've thought about that? Really?" , he asked back, now grinning again. You nodded eagerly. "I don't get my period until next week and-" Feyd's sigh interrupted you. "What did I tell you, Na-Baroness?" , he reminded you. "That it... that it doesn't matter what the others think about me," , you said quietly. "Correct!" Feyd said harshly. There was a brief silence. "You can almost do what you want. No one will think badly of you..." He dried his hands and closed the distance, except for a few milliliters, between you and him. "... especially not when you smell like blood." , he purred, which made you smile timidly. A delicate kiss connected you for a few seconds. Feyd pulled his ring off his right pinky and slipped it on your ring finger. "Wear it during the fight. Otherwise I would break it or hinder my movements." , he mumbled to himself and looked at your hand. "Come on now! I want to see you kill, Feyd-Rautha." , you smiled darkly and grabbed his arm.

•

His angry expression, the powerful look of his body and movements - it almost frightened you. You looked at him with slightly parted lips and startled eyes. It hadn't been planned like this. No sooner had he murdered the last Atreides, you had rushed down to meet him. His arm, the bloody knife still in his hand, wrapped around your waist, pulling you with him as he advanced his steps. "What happened?" , you breathed, barely audible. The gate closed and you caught one last glimpse of the black and white arena. Almost complete darkness enveloped you. "Nothing that kills me so easily." You heard his raspy voice and he placed his lips on the back of your head for a few seconds as he spun around. You felt the knife on your hip.

His arms were trembling slightly, just like yours. His muscles quivered under his skin. Your hand stroked his, where he held the knife. You felt his veins, the heated skin. The cheers of the Harkonnen outside could still be heard loud and clear. You turned to face him, your hands gently stroking his angular face. His gaze was serious, his eyes sombre. But you could also see affection in them. And this was for you alone. You kissed him, full of longing. You were really afraid for a moment that he might die. You had heard Vladimirs words. It had been planned. And Feyd had known nothing about it. Betrayal, deceit.

He licked your lips as he tasted the blood on them. One arm was across your waist, the other across your neck and you knew the blade was right next to your face. But you didn't feel fear for your life. At least not at that moment. Feyd broke away from you, however, and looked at you urgently. "You're... different today." , he began. His voice was damn hoarse, like he was losing it. "What do you mean?" , you asked him, worry rising in you. His free hand rested on your cheekbone and his face came closer to yours again. "You're so... manipulative today. You snake, devil!" , he tried to make you realize. His thumb stroked your lower lip and a smile formed on it. But his bloody knife was suddenly in front of your face. "Tongue!" Feyd commanded. He gulped as your hand gripped his knife-holding fingers tightly and you slowly licked the blood of the knife. You dulled his senses for a moment. Maybe he had another drug than just the smell and sight of blood after all?

He threw the knife to the ground to press his lips hard against yours. Your vision was poor due to the darkness and you startled for a second as he pressed you against the cold wall. "You're like a sin personified!" , he growled and bit down on your jawline, then your neck. This time not so hard as to leave a mark. "Who just started committing the sin?" , you asked breathlessly, but confident of victory. And Feyd broke away from you abruptly, growling at you. Even in the darkness, he could see your playful grin. "Devil!" , he snarled, grabbing you by the wrist to pull his ring from your fingers. "Good thing you were taking care of it, sweetheart!" Your look showed indignation. "Don't call me sweetheart!" , you grumbled. "Why not?" Feyd asked monotonously as he put his ring back on. You realized that he was playing his games with you again. "Your blood tastes sweet. Your skin. Your..." , his fingers gently cupped your chin. "... nectar." Though you could barely see him in the darkness, you knew his hunter's eyes were right on yours. His perverse grin on his face. He grabbed your wrist to pull you into the building. He wanted to talk to his uncle, that rotten traitorous scum!

He had taken a 'seconds-shower' and changed his clothes quickly. Feyd and his uncle were surprised that you were not present. Although you had actually sworn to be on good terms with the Baron, you had given him a few nasty looks earlier during the fight. But you hadn't dared to say a word. Instead, you had been very quiet, holding the binoculars in front of your eyes with one hand and covering the bite wound on your neck with the other. You heard Feyd's voice, completely disgusted, say "I ought to drown you in that tub!" "Ought?" , you asked loudly. Several eyes turned to you and Feyd was briefly surprised that you had changed your clothes. You were now wearing a black medium dress, the fabric transparent in some places ((picture below)). A wide leather chocker covered your bite wound. The Harkonnen symbol necklace flashed in the light as you moved quickly, growling to Feyd as you passed, "If you don't do it, I will!"

He didn't stop you, would have even liked to see you attack his uncle, but two guards roughly grabbed you to hold you back. "Murderous scum!" , you hissed between your teeth. "Let her go, now!" , came sternly from Feyd, yanking you from their grasp and pulling you to his side. You looked at the Na-Baron as his jaw clenched, not realizing why he was doing it. The Baron looked you up and down. And it disgusted Feyd! "Stop looking at her like that! Otherwise I'll remove your eyes with my bare hands!" You heard your fiancé growl and your face turned back to his uncle. Feyd trembled a little with rage. Unimpressed, the Baron continued to draw on his shisha. It didn't worry him one bit. "I can smell blood. Are you hurt, nephew?" , he asked after a short silence. Feyd narrowed his eyes halfway for a moment. What was that all about now? Until a smile formed on his lips and he looked straight at you.

He saw panic in your eyes when you understood what the Baron smelled.

The blood of the dead cannibal on you and him. In a matter of seconds, you told the Baron that you were menstruating. The corners of his mouth pulled up a little, nodding in understanding. "The woman's body..." Feyd began, his fingertips gently cupping your jaw and he briefly kissed your lips. "... a true marvel of nature." "Perhaps that explains her arrogant behavior today." Vladimir chimed in. Anger rose up in you again and you tried with all your might not to let it show. It was difficult to admit it to yourself, but it would be better for you to leave now. Otherwise blood would flow through your hand this time. "Go to my chambers, Na-Baroness." Feyd called after you as you turned away from the Harkonnen. His gaze now serious again as his eyes met Vladimir's. "You have your pets for your lusts. You are forbidden to touch each other until after-" "She is my betrothed!" Feyd hissed back. "She'll rule with me as soon as you're out of the picture! Everyone will know her name! She will bear my child one day! And not one of those whores, understand, uncle? It's my birthday... let's say she's one of my gifts." "Gift? Her? No, I have other gifts for you."

•

There was a knock on your door. "(Y/n)?" , you heard the voice of your favorite Harkonnen. You got up immediately and he came in. "How did it go, the conversation with him?" , you asked him as the door closed behind him and exhaled audibly. "It was fine." , he simply replied. Whether it was a lie or not, he couldn't answer himself at that moment. Your eyes were on his face, thinking, and you swallowed once. You didn't know what to say. The situation had just been too awkward for you and you had preferred to leave. You had been afraid that Feyd might be upset. But, so far at least, that didn't seem to be the case. "Come here!" , he said quietly, and pulled you into a gentle hug. You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder. He gently placed one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your back. "Why are you here and not in my chambers?" , he asked in a whisper, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and perfume mixed with the whore's blood.

You released yourself from his pleasant grip and sat down on your bed again. "I wanted to leave you alone for now. That wasn't very easy for either of us earlier." , you explained to him. The warrior squatted down in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. "And that's why you think you have to leave me alone?" , he asked you. "You're someone who calms me down when I'm annoyed or stressed, don't you know that?" , he laughed softly and looked deep into your eyes. Your cheeks flushed and you couldn't suppress a smile. It made you happy to hear those words. "Look..." Feyd began and you could see that he was thinking hard. His eyebrow muscles tightened and he pressed his lips together a little. It was difficult for him to find the right words when it wasn't about hatred and enmity.

"... who decided to want you as future Baroness of Giedi Prime?" , he asked, now looking at you with steady gaze. The question momentarily overwhelmed you. "Y-you?" , you said hesitantly. He nodded. "Who came back to your home planet to fight for you? To confront the other man who also wanted you as his wife?" Feyd's eyes literally bored into yours. His eyes were so fixed on yours that it became uncomfortable and you didn't know where to look. "You. You, Feyd. Even though we'd only known each other for a few days at that time." , you remembered. "Even, unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to murder him." , he added. The Harkonnen leaned his forehead against your breasts. "But it felt damn good to see him lying bloody on the floor. Knowing that I'm better than him!"

His fingers stroked the black mesh fabric of your dress. On closer inspection, he could see the blood underneath it. The blood his uncle had smelled earlier. Feyd kissed the spots gently and his hands tightened around your waist. He felt your hands placed on his cheeks though, making him look at you. "You were almost killed by your own weapon today."

The Harkonnen saw the concern in your eyes as you changed the subject. "I mean no offense, but I really was afraid for your life for a moment." Feyd realized in that moment that you really liked him. In some way. And he realized, almost painfully, that you were probably the first living person in a very long time to feel something positive for him. Something like compassion.

He saw tears gathering in your eyes and he remembered how the dying whore had cried too. No, he didn't want you to feel that feeling. Fear. "But the Atreides wasn't close enough." , he whispered, wiping a falling tear from your face with his thumb. Feyd rose to place his lips on yours. Not firmly and demanding, like after the fight. But gentle, as if you were made of porcelain, which the Harkonnen could break into a thousand shards with one wrong move. His hands slid just as gently over your back, pressing you onto the soft mattress to lean over you. His arms went under your back, pulling you up a little to press your turso against his chest. "You don't need to fear for my life, my Baroness." , he whispered into your ear and one hand detached your chocker from your neck to spread kisses there too. Your slender fingers nuzzled his neck and Feyd purred softly, enjoying your lovely touches on his skin.

"I don't mean any offense, Feyd." He quietly heard your voice again. He hadn't been able to understand it at first, because no one had ever worried about him before. At least not like you. "I know, it's all right." , he whispered back, his lips tracing down to your neckline. "Are you even in the mood?" , he asked you, wanting to make sure after your emotional outbursts that you were really in the mood for intimacy. He didn't just want to use you, your body, for his own desires. Not the Na-Baroness.

When you agreed, he pulled your body higher up to your bed with ease, resting your head comfortably on the pillow. It was important to him that you felt comfortable, and not just because of your traumatizing experiences. In general, at his side. He wanted to position you perfectly beneath him as you quickly pulled him close to kiss him. "Come here now!" A comforting warmth spread through his body. Knowing what beauty desired him at that moment. His hands stroked your bare legs, pulling the mid-dress higher until his fingers touched your underwear.

He noticed that you had changed your previous panties for something skimpier. "You don't have to do that!" he said, amused. "I don't find you any less attractive in boxer shorts." , he told you and his fingers clawed into the waistband of the fabric. You usually wore boxer shorts under sportswear so that they didn't show up under the fabric. You didn't want to look 'cheap'. You wanted to be treated with respect and not draw unnecessary sexual attention to yourself like a cheap hooker. And as if Feyd had been able to read your mind, his lips detached themselves from your body and his fingers from your clothes. He stood up and looked at you thoughtfully. "What have I done?" , you asked, startled, and sat up straight. "Nothing." , he mumbled and looked towards the door for a moment. "Do you have to go?" His eyes looked back into yours and he shook his head. "No." Nevertheless, he went off the bed.

"I will not leave you aroused again, my queen." , he murmured, reaching for your boots to hand them to you. You wondered what his words meant. Was it because you had pleasured yourself, even though he had forbidden it? Or because the situation this morning had generally annoyed him when you were interrupted. Still irritated, you put on your combat boots. "He doesn't want me to be with you now. He doesn't want us to see each other again until tonight." Feyd finally explained. "His words are of little interest to me. But if he realizes that I'm not in my chambers, he'll have someone come here." , he explained as you reached for your second boot. He thought about where you both could hide. Spend time together, which, at least today on his birthday, should be a matter of course. "I know where we can go. Trust me, it's much more comfortable than the hard floor earlier." , he grinned and grabbed your hand to walk out the door with you.

Watchfully, your eyes glided over the corridors, making sure that no one would see you and betray you. The Harkonnen led you into a narrow corridor, up an equally narrow, longer staircase. You didn't know this part of the building yet. Arriving in front of a door, Feyd typed in a code. "2 5 1 7 8." , he said, so that you knew the numbers as well. You entered a simple room, nowhere near as luxurious as your both chambers. But that didn't bother you. You could still see a large bed with familiar black silk bed linen. Two huge floor-to-ceiling windows lit up the room. As you stepped towards them, you could see a large part of the arena. Damn! It was high up here! Two lamps with warm light and two baroque armchairs, similar to the ones in your chambers, stood in the corners of the room. Feyd watched you as you looked out the window and scrutinized your slender figure. "(Y/n), have you eaten anything at all today? Should a servant bring you something?" , he asked you.

You turned around to face him, still startled by the height, and stood only a few centimeters away from him. His cool eyes looked straight into yours. "No, with all the excitement today, I'm not hungry." , you explained to him. "Hmm." , he said and his fingers stroked your figure. "That's not healthy, Na-Baroness." , he replied, his tone quite stern. You nodded in understanding and mumbled, "I know." His other hand patted your stomach. "Then I'll make sure you have enough food tonight."

The Harkonnen himself looked down at the black and white world. "Are you afraid of heights?" , he teased you. "Actually, a little. Yes." , you confirmed to him, with an uncomfortable feeling. You didn't want to show any weakness. You didn't notice how he looked at you when you looked down again.

"I want to be honest with you. No lies or secrets." , he said suddenly and placed you on one of the barock armchairs. He squatted down on the floor in front of you again, his hands resting on your hips. Your stomach tightened. What would come next? Wordlessly at first, he pointed to the bed behind him. "I used to fuck the whores in this room. At the very beginning of our... acquaintance. However, I soon got tired of doing it in bed with them. It was too romantic for me and it wasn't my thing at all with these women. After that, I was still here from time to time, on my own, to have a bit of peace and quiet from Giedi Prime, my uncle and all sorts of other things. I also came here a few times, after I met you at your home. To organize my thoughts and..." , a grin graced his face, though he fought it. "... and touched myself twice while I was thinking about you." You giggled and quickly put your hand over your mouth, hoping to stop then. But it didn't work. Feyd grinned wider, relieved that you took his words so calmly. "Twice?" , you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, my queen! Twice. I said no lies or secrets." , he clarified and his fingers unzipped your right boot.

His other hand pushed your other leg aside a little so that he had enough room to caress the inside of your thigh with kisses. His other hand slid higher, under your dress and his fingers quickly made their way through the fabric of your panties.

And immediately he felt the ease with which his fingers slid through your labia, as you were already so aroused. Again so quickly? Or was it still from the kissing you two had started in your chambers? Or had you been all day long? Since you both knew by now anyway that you couldn't keep your hands off each other today. Feyd didn't really care about the answer, he'd be satisfied with anything. He quickly lifted you up in his arms to lay your body on the bed. The mattress wasn't quite as soft as yours or Feyds, but still more comfortable than expected. He pulled your boots off your ankles, removed his top from his body and let it fall to the floor as he leaned over you, grumbling, to continue kissing you. He felt your soft, warm hands stroking his chest and stomach muscles, making him sigh with pleasure. You were irritated that the paint was still on his body. Didn't it wash off as soon as it dried on his skin, after he took a shower?

His fingers slipped under your mid-dress again and you suddenly heard seams ripping. "What are-" He was already holding your bottom piece of underwear in his hand. "Don't wear that. Only whores wear clothes like this, I don't like it!" He then threw the fabric into the other corner of the room. You briefly looked at the dried blood on his upper body before your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him back down to you. With quick grips, without hurting you, he had removed the dress from your skin. Your bra came off just as quickly and found its way to the floor. One of his hands found its way back between your labia to feel again how aroused you were. His wet fingers slowly slid over your pearl to tease you. You had to pull away from his lips to catch your breath. Feyd knew exactly how to play 'the woman's instrument'. His thumb, wet with your nectar, circled your pearl with perfect pressure. His other fingers massaged your entrance, but did not slide in. But, he would like to try today. Something told him that today might be a good time. At least for a try.

His lips, teeth and tongue slid over your breasts, down your stomach. "We have plenty of time now." , he murmured deeply, almost menacingly, without looking up. He felt your rapid breathing on his lips and your twitching muscles on his fingers. He didn't necessarily expect an answer from you. At least not a literal one. His teeth dug into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. Occasionally harder, until a soft "Ouch." could be heard. But you didn't say anything else. You even giggled briefly. He kissed the reddened area before he placed his lips on your pearl. He purred muffled as he spread kisses over your labia. Feyd tasted what was probably his new drug on his tongue as he caressed your most private area with it. Your deep breaths were music to his ears. His hands had a firm grip on you again. Not to make you run away, but to show dominance. To show that it was him who was giving you these pleasurable feelings. He even tasted a little rest of blood on you, which he had smeared on you after killing the pet.

His fingers gripped you even tighter as he realized how much he desired you. That he had killed for you today and in the next few days, maybe hours (as he was thinking), he would hunt down the other two whores. And to give you their hearts. He wasn't sure how else to express his feelings for you yet. In more, his love bites or kisses that would adorn your skin, or trying to spend as much time with you as possible. Be it more training, a short conversation or more lovemaking. Even if he was more in the mood for the latter today. But obviously so did you. He had made it clear from the start that saying no was no problem for him.

Your body jerked violently as he bit into your pearl. "Don't do that." , you weakly uttered. "Why?" , he rumbled deeply between tongue-licks. "It... is too much." He bit again. "Feyd!" , you said, but unfortunately much less seriously than you intended. He only needed one hand to push you back into the mattress as you raised your upper body. "Down, Queen!" , he growled. His hand stayed on your stomach to make sure you didn't make any wrong moves. Unexpectedly for him, you placed your hand on his. However, the Harkonnen switched so that his hand was over yours and he interlace his fingers with yours. His other hand first stroked your thigh, then moved to your labia to extend the stimulation. He paid attention to your every breath and your soft, shy moans. How your free hand clawed into the bedclothes.

He loved how he could excite you after your start here on Giedi Prime had been rather sobering. Because of him. The Na-Baron stroked your nectar-covered labia with two fingers again as he whispered, "Can I try something, my Baroness?" Your half-closed eyes opened and he felt your hand tense under his. "No, stay calm!" , he said and rose to cover your collarbone and throat with kisses, his hand still holding yours. He felt your breathing calm down. "If you can't stand it, that's fine." , he explained in a calm voice. But he was surprised when your other hand placed on his shoulder and pushed him back down. "Don't say what exactly! But try." You didn't see him grin briefly. However, he discarded his original idea of stimulating you with his fingers as he kissed your mound of Venus. The smell of pure femininity was driving him crazy. Another kiss before he penetrated your inside with his tongue. You gasped in shock, but your fiancé didn't hear a 'no' or a 'stop'. For him, it meant that you were granting him. Good.

Still, he watched your every move for any warning signs. Harming you now would be bad for him and his plans.

Your muscles twitched around his organ, but it didn't feel like you were tensing up uncomfortably. He could have continued the game forever, but you asked him to come back up. Quite reluctantly, the Harkonnen obeyed you, kissing your lower lips one last time and tracing a wet trail with his tongue up to your breasts. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he knew what you wanted. "Are you lying cozy?" , he murmured. An "Uh-huh." , was the only thing you were capable of. One of Feyd's hands squeezed between the mattress and your body, roughly at your tailbone, to get a grip on you. He watched you close your eyes and tilt your head back. A slight smile graced your lips. He quickly had his cock out of his pants and your nectar immediately wet his sex organ as he slide it over yours. You both sucked in the air sharply. Even though you knew what your lovemaking-game would be like, at least for the next few days or weeks, you both savored every moment.

Feyd rested his head on the soft pillow next to your neck. His eyes half closed in relaxation. He moved his hips slowly and felt every millimeter of your pearl as his tip touched it. "Fuck." , he rumbled hoarse. His hand reached across your body to grab yours. He grabbed, your now warm hands, intertwined his fingers with yours and placed them on the other side of your head. He kissed your jawline, not feeling the need to bite you at that moment. No, he wanted to be as gentle as possible. Your hand patted his rib, you wanted him right on top of you.

When he understood and moved, you bit him hard in the pectoral muscle. Feyds sound was a mix between a groan and a grunt and he realized he was bleeding as his warm fluid immediately ran down his chest and dripped onto your body. He tried to position himself a little more upright, but your teeth wouldn't let go. They were deep in his flesh. "Devil!", he growled breathlessly. You could feel the warm liquid running down your chin, tickled the skin on your throat. Did it taste sweet? Was that what he tasted when he bit you? Your hand pulled out of his and gripped his wrist firmly as a sign for him to be quiet. You felt him press a kiss to your soft hair. He wanted you to break away from him. He wanted to taste his own blood.

And at that moment, you pressed your hands against his body with all your strength to have him lying on his back. But his much stronger hands pushed you up again, to bite you now. Not as hard as you, but it pleased him as your metallic sweet blood coated his tongue. He bit the inside of one of your breasts. "Copycat!" , came from you and Feyd paused for a second before pushing you back down. His lips kissed yours and he growled to you to lift your hip. Your legs wrapped around his hips again and you felt his cock against your flower-rose again. It wasn't long before you both climaxed and Feyd gave you another orgasm. Your bodies smeared with your both blood.

"One more thing. I didn't touch myself when you were already here. Not even in the first week." , he explained when things had calmed down again and the two of you were lying entwined on the bed. "Okay, enough honesty for today." , you said and snuggled closer to him. He reached for the duvet and covered your body with it. You smiled contentedly. You felt his warm hand on your back again, slowly stroking up and down your spine.

You often wondered how someone like him, a feared warrior and adversary, could practice such gentle touches. He had told you that he had only ever experienced violence before you. That you had been the first person to caress him with your slender fingers and had given him a swift kiss when you had said 'good night'. When you had touched him gently, he had avoided your movements for the first few days, sometimes flinching at the unknown. But then he allowed it. It had just been strange and unfamiliar. So different. So new. So pleasant.

Did he like your touch and he returned the same gentleness, or at least similar, because of it? Because you had not yet spoken the three magic words for others. Neither he nor you. But perhaps it was still too early for that. Maybe it was your gestures and actions that expressed your feelings for each other? Not even necessarily the sexual activity. But the fact that he held your hand, that he marked you with, what he called, his love bites. That he purred in your presence and showed that he was relaxed. That he had given you a heart of flesh and blood today - that he killed for you. That he was lying next to you here and now, even though he could be doing completely different things. Gifted you with caresses and was also someone who allowed physical contact after the act had been completed. You had experienced other things yourself and had heard from former female acquaintances.

"What are you thinking about again, (y/n)?" , you heard him say unexpectedly. How did he know your brain was going crazy again? "Hm?" , you said, thinking that maybe you didn't have to answer. "You breathe a little faster when you're thinking hard. I've noticed that in the last few weeks." , he explained to you. You were shocked, but also pleasantly surprised at how much he was studying you. A sign that he was probably really interested in yourself and your bodylanguage. Of course, he also studied his enemies, but Feyd seemed to be observing you closely. Unconsciously for you. How your reactions and emotions were. How your body reacted and what you said. No matter what mood you were in. It was as if he was trying to find the right puzzle piece for everything. And when this puzzle would eventually be complete, he would probably know you inside out. Or would it ever be complete? Maybe this meant a lot more to him than three (trivial) words. Did he perhaps also need this to assess danger? To assess how and when you would attack? Or to know when something would be too much for you?

"So?" , you heard him say again. "Us." , you replied. And at the same moment you thought 'Fuck'! Why had you told the truth? Feyd pulled you away from him a little so he could look at you. "What do you mean?" , he asked, irritated but serious. His voice was quiet, probably because he was a little tired after the act. "About the future?" , he asked another question. "No, it's..." , you had to think, you didn't know how to express yourself. "Hm?" , he said, briskly stroking your jawline with one finger. "... I don't know. Everything?" "Everything?" he asked, furrowing his brow slightly and smiling uncertainly. You didn't know how to explain it. And he could tell. The strain in your eyes.

He cleared his throat and pulled you a little closer to him again. "Listen. Don't say anything now, we'll sort it out another time." , he spoke. It almost seemed as if he was uncomfortable with the situation himself. Your eyes fell on the black paint on his muscular torso again. "The paint will stay for a few days." , he now explained. "Does it bother you?" , he asked in a lower tone. "No, not at all." , you blurted out. "I like it very much." Feyds pleasant touch made you feel tired and he seemed to notice. "You can sleep. It's okay." , he whispered and pulled you even closer to him. You leaned your forehead against his chest, the warmth more than just comforting. "But don't go away. Please." , you whispered. "Why should I? , Feyd asked you. "You could be doing much more useful things right now than lying here with me," you spoke und swallowed. "You're insane!" , he said quietly, but harsh. Somehow it sounded like a 'swerve' to you. He knew very well that he could be doing something else right now. But he seemed to want to be here right now - with his Na-Baroness.

You felt his lips on your forehead again. It was a nice gesture on his part. You were silent, listening to each other's breathing. You'd always been a bit stubborn in your life, but you never thought you'd ever really break the rules. But you weren't alone in this. You both did it together 'to be together'. And you preferred that to sitting alone in your chambers, training separately from him or sitting in the library reading those boring books about Giedi Prime. You much rather heared these things explained to you by your fiancé. It was much easier to understand that way. Still, you wondered if your behavior, your breaking of the rules, would have consequences? Could the wedding even be canceled? Was his uncle only letting you now to separate you again? Was he perhaps already planning something? It's definitely possible.

You felt your heart ache at the thought. No, you didn't want to leave. You didn't want to leave Feyd. Out of reflex, you snuggled closer to him, wanting to feel the warmth of his body. That he was here now. By your side. When his hand stroked your back again, you couldn't win the battle against tiredness. "Don't go." , you whispered, barely audible, before you fell asleep.

As you woke up, your eyes were directly on Feyd. He was sitting in one of the barock armchairs a few meters away from you. His neck was leaning so far back that you thought it might break. His eyes were only slightly open. His breathing was calm. He seemed to be deep in thoughts. You watched the play of muscles under his skin as he took a deeper breath. The black war paint, your X at the level of his heart. Your bite wound on the other side. The dried blood stuck to his skin and you could still see the traces of how it had run down. You still felt it on your lips and chin and also see it on Feyds mouth. And it didn't seem to bother the hell out of him that his own blood was on his body. That he had tasted his own blood.

'Fuck' , you thought again when you suddenly realized that his eyes were now on you. How long had you been watching him? How long had he been watching you? He grinned darkly, his eyes narrowing again into a slit. He was watching you like a predatory cat, knowing that you couldn't escape at that moment. You smirked sheepishly. "How long have I been asleep?" , you asked the Harkonnen, to distract from the situation. "Maybe twenty minutes." , he replied, his gaze not changing. He loved it when he caught you. He loved it when you were ashamed of it, yourself.

He stood up suddenly and walked slowly towards you. You looked up at him uncertainly, full of expectation and with wide eyes. You didn't dare to move. The only thing that didn't stop, was your breathing. He bent down to you in front of the bed, just looking at you for a few seconds before one of his hands stroked the duvet , tracing your figure underneath. He stopped at your exposed shoulder, surprised at the coolness of your skin. His hands were so warm, you thought. His fingers continued to stroke your neck, the bite mark fiery red. He smiled at his work, although he knew that the spot would cause you a little pain over the next few days. For him, however, it was absolutely worth it. Up your cheek, slightly down, his fingertips found themselves on your lips again.

You didn't know why, but you felt like he could kill you at any moment.

Apart from the fact that he could do it at any time anyway, since he was superior to you. But now, here you were, laying naked in bed, completely helpless. Not a good position to attack from.

He looked at his blood on your lips, how it had flowed down your neck and smeared from your collarbone. His grin suddenly disappeared, his gaze became gentle. He seemed almost wistful. His eyes didn't leave yours, his lips were slightly parted. He wanted to say it, but he didn't know how. Instead, he leaned forward, placing his lips gently and sensitively on yours. His actions almost wondered you, though it was not at all the first time he had done this. He gently took your face in your hands and placed himself back over you on the bed, without releasing you. His tongue begged for admission and you let him. His fingertips stroking down your neck, over your shoulders, made you shiver pleasantly. It tickled. You felt his tongue on your neck as he kissed his way down and licked at his own blood. "Feyd?" , you asked shyly. Inwardly, however, you were horrified that he seemed to be in the mood again. You wanted a break. "Trust me. You don't have to do anything." , he explained to you. And you decided to listen to his words - to trust him.

After a few minutes, you didn't know whether you might regret this decision. His tongue and teeth were all over your torso and arms. He seemed to deliberately avoid your lower region. His bites were sometimes gentle, sometimes firmer. But not hard enough to leave wounds or bleeding marks. His lips sucked at your flesh and you knew that tonight, or tomorrow at the latest, you would be covered in bluish and reddish hickeys. Feyd didn't say a word. He wanted to let his current actions do the talking. His hands gripped your waist. "Turn around." , he said and you obeyed. His lips brushed up your spine at the level of your shoulder blades to your neck. "Feyd, what are you doing?" , you asked him. He interrupted what he was doing. You could now feel his lips on your ear.

"Am I suddenly no longer allowed to touch my Baroness?" , he asked a counter-question and you felt his upper body rise. No, that's not what you meant. You wanted to turn around, but Feyd sat firmly on your tailbone and pressed his knees into the mattress to make himself heavier. You couldn't tell if he was just teasing you or if he was being serious. But you relaxed again when his firm grip on your waist loosened and the back of his hand stroked your spine. "Still not enough. Probably never." , he spoke as if in a trance. "What's not enough?" , you asked softly. "Love bites." , he replied as he exhaled. He stroked each of his marks and you shook again as it tickled too much. "It's almost silly that you only have one..." , you said. "... but I don't want to disfigure you." "Disfigure?" Feyd asked, pausing in his movement. "It would disfigure you! Not you me!" , you said quickly. Hoping to get out of the situation. You'd actually like to do more to him, especially after tasting his blood. But you were worried that others might see it. Especially when he was training.

Somehow it made you uncomfortable. But why? After all, others saw his marks on your skin too. "I don't really mind your... 'love bites'...." , you spoke and your hand reached for his, which he was holding propped up on the pillow. "... I just find it a little uncomfortable that it lets the others know we're already intimate. It's against the rules, against tradition." , you explained to him. He knew that. Of course he did. He had spoken to his uncle about it more than once in the last few days, and again today. Feyd layed to the side to look at you. "Who abides by that rule? Only those who don't find each other attractive." Feyd said with a grin.

Actually, you had always intended to stick to rules. Because you didn't know any other way. But with Feyd, you realized damn quickly that it would be very, very difficult. He let his eyes roam over your face, down your neck to your breasts. "It's your fault, Devil!" , came from him. "Only the devil could manage to bring a woman like you into my life and manipulate me!" "When do I manipulate you?" , you laughed nervously. "Almost all the time. Even when you're asleep!" Your slender fingers stroked his chest. You realized that you had bitten him really hard. Your teeth marks were deep in his muscle. "Then I'll give you more love bites like this one day, I promise!"

•

You had applied a dark red lipstick. The color immediately reminded Feyd of the blood that had been on your body just a few hours ago. He cleared his throat to shake off the thought. ❝Is that too much?❞ , you asked him, your index finger pointing at your lips. He looked at you questioningly for a moment, but then shook his head. ❝No, no. Looks good.❞ , he replied, looking at the deep red colour. ❝But... I like your face better without it. The way you wake up in the morning.❞ , he added. You shook your head gently, not wanting to believe him. You heard him get up and walk slowly towards you. In the mirror, you watched his movements as he stalked his prey like a big, again.

❝Here.❞ , he spoke, barely audible, and pulled his ring off his little finger. ❝Wear it tonight!❞ Feyd handed you the ring out again. A soft ❝Oh.❞ , escaped your lips and you put it back on your ring finger. One of his hands went carefully through your loose hair when he noticed that you had covered up his bite wound. His hand immediately tightened around the back of your neck. ❝I told you not to cover it up!❞ , he growled angrily. His eyes moved to your breasts, where his mark was also covered under make-up. His eyes looked angrily into yours. His grip on your neck tightened until you contorted your face painfully. ❝Feyd, you know I'm doing this because of your uncle!❞ , you told him, hoping his grip would loosen, but it didn't.

The Harkonnen in front of you stepped even closer to you and hissed at you what his uncle had to interest you in this regard. ❝What if he sends me away?❞ , you asked, still in pain. ❝He won't send you away 'just' because of our intimacy! Are you afraid of looking like a whore or what? I've never bitten them! Everyone here will know those bites are mine when you show them!❞ , his voice murmured and his grip loosened slightly. You nodded shy, but didn't say a word. Still in shock of his action. Feyd saw the uncertainty in your eyes and immediately let go of your neck. He cleared his throat, he hadn't meant to touch you like that. ❝Apologize, [y/n].❞ , escaped his lips very weakly. ❝However...❞ , he spoke now and reached for your make-up remover wipes. ❝... I want it off.❞ His hand grabbed the back of your neck again, but much more gently. You felt the cool cloth remove the make-up. It slid down to your breasts, where he also removed the make-up. ❝Tsk.❞ , he snarled.

❝You know, once you're Baroness, it won't just be a few bites.❞ , he said, a slight smile gracing his face. ❝You call that 'a few bites'?❞ , you asked, confused. Even a little shy. ❝You'll be covered with my teeth marks completely, I promise.❞ , he murmured, leaning down to gently kiss the bite on your breast. You exhaled audibly, your hand wrapped around the back of his neck and your cheek rested on his skull. For a brief moment, you close your eyes and enjoy his now gentle touch. But you pulled away from him and looked at yourself in the mirror again. ❝I'm not sure about the jumpsuit, because I already wore it this morning...❞ , you mumbled to yourself. ❝Don't worry so much.❞ Feyd said to you. You continued to hesitate. ❝Please give me five minutes.❞ , you told him politely and walked quickly towards your closet, while Feyd sat down on your large, comfortable barock armchair and continued to watch you. He didn't feel like saying anything.

❝I don't have all my dresses here yet, but I have two or three that might look good. I have a red one, made of velvet.❞ , you explained to him. He raised his eyebrows in interest. ❝Like the wrapping on your gift today?❞ , he grinned. You looked at him briefly over your shoulder, then at the box on your bedside table, which someone had placed there while you had been away. ❝Don't forget to open yours later.❞ , you smiled at him. ❝I won't.❞ , he replied as you turned back to your clothes. Without saying a word, you pulled out the dress and looked at it thoughtfully. An ❝Ohh.❞ came from Feyd and he stood up expectantly and walked towards you. His fingers briefly felt the soft fabric. The length went all the way down to your leg-calf (with two slits at the sides), with a V-neck at the front like your jumpsuit and a deep neckline in the same shape at the back. The sleeves were long and tight-fitting. ❝Can I wear this or is it too-❞ "Put it on!❞ , he interrupted you. He was sure it would suit you. There was a knock on the door. Again.

Feyd walked up to it and opened it. ❝Na-Baron Feyd-❞ ❝What is it?" , he asked, annoyed, as you disappeared into the bathroom to change clothes. ❝The guests have asked for you when-❞ ❝I can be there whenever I want. I'm not even forced to attend my own celebrations.❞ , he replied angry. His counterpart was unsure how to answer him. But Feyd now asked how he knew that he had been in your chambers and not his. He was told that he had knocked there, but no one had opened the door. So perhaps he could have been with the Na-Baroness. Feyd nodded understandingly. ❝Not a word to the Baron about this, do you understand?❞ , he growled madly and his counterpart replied in the affirmative. Then he closed the door, totally annoyed by the guests and his uncle.

When he turned around, you were already standing in front of the mirror in your dress. Feyd grinned darkly when he saw that it showed off his bite wounds on your back. ❝Wear that! It looks fucking beautiful on you!❞ , he murmured, but deliberately kept his distance from you and leaned against the door. Yes, he was good at showing you off. ❝And don't talk back, forget what others might think about you! They should be more worried about what you might think of them, future Baroness!❞ He looked at your silver necklace again as you approached him. You had reapplied your perfume, he sniffed. He liked that scent on you. Feyd took one look at you from top to bottom and one corner of his mouth lifted as if by magic. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't do anything about it. ❝Let's go, Na-Baroness.❞ , he purred, took your slim hand and walked out of the door with you.

•

His arm was firmly around your waist throughout. But you could tell that Feyd had little appetite for the event. You had been here for about an hour and you had exchanged a few words with more Harkonnen than he had. They really seemed to have respect for you, which relieved you greatly. Your fiancé put your hair aside in between, so the other men could see his mark on your neck whenever they looked at you for too long. You didn't miss his behavior, but you didn't want to say anything about it now. Feyds eyes kept returning to his uncle, who was also watching you both. You were partly uncomfortable being watched by him after he had said those words about you. ❝He said everything is fine here. We're allowed to spend time together here, so let's do it.❞ You heard Feyds voice. His grip briefly loosened from your waist to take your hand and place a pleasant kiss on your knuckles. ❝Let him be upset, it won't change anything.❞ , he continued.

But he paused when his eyes suddenly caught sight of his two, still living, pets. ❝Who invited them?❞ , he growled softly, glaring at the ladies. Your hand still in his, his grip now tighter with anger. You looked over at them, they had also put on nice clothes and were holding a glass of champagne or something similar. Their eyes watched your every move. ❝Let's get out of here!❞ Feyd growled angrily as he wondered if this was a bad move on his uncles part. Had he already realized that he had murdered a lady? ❝No, it's not that bad.❞ , you tried to reassure him. ❝Don't let those women spoil your birthday, hm.❞ , you smiled and gently pulled him back to you. ❝I don't want them here!" , he spoke angrily. ❝Ignore them.❞ , you whispered reassuringly and stroked his arm. You put your head on his shoulder, hoping it might relax him a little.

But you noticed how his muscles suddenly tensed up completely. You looked up at him in amazement and waited for a reaction. You followed his gaze and spotted Vladimir again, his look so disgusted by you that it startled you. What was his problem?

Your eyes wandered back to your fiancé and his gaze was so hateful, like he was about to slaughter everyone in the room. ❝Feyd, come with me.❞ , you said and gently pulled him outside. When you were alone in a corridor, you stood in front of him and unclasped his wrist. ❝Feyd, what did the Baron say today when I left?❞ , you asked him. You could hear the concern in your voice. The man you spoke to only looked at you for a few seconds. His eyes flicked over yours thoughtfully. He was trying to concoct a believable lie in his head. ❝What do you mean?❞ , he asked, trying to buy time. ❝You know exactly what I mean!❞ , you answered him. Calmly, but firmly. ❝I realize that you and him don't have a good relationship. But you've never looked at him it the way you just did. At least not in my presence.❞ , you explained.

Your arms crossed in front of your chest, avoiding his eyes for fear of his answer. You felt uncomfortable in the presence of his uncle. ❝Listen...❞ , he started after all. He didn't want to lie at that moment. The truth would come out eventually anyway. He would keep his answer short but direct. ❝... he is has the opinion that women have nothing to say. Not even a Baroness. She's really almost only there to provide a successor. But-❞ , he paused for a moment as he looked at your startled face. ❝But I don't think so. I've thought like him all these years, but not since I met you. I want you to be in charge with me once he dies. I want more from you than just getting you pregnant. I want you by my side as my baroness. And I already knew that when I spent the five days at your home. And that's why I came back here in the morning. To organize my thoughts and-❞ Feyd interrupted himself when you suddenly hugged him.

Feyd stood still at your sudden action, before he also put his arms around your body. One hand slowly stroked your bare back, feeling your spine. But he stopped moving again when you spoke up. ❝I was scared when I was told that a Harkonnen could be my future husband. I was so scared when I heard your name. I was so scared when you stood infront of me for the first time and I somehow had to exchange words with you. Even though my people were once allies of the Harkonnen. But that was so, so long ago.❞ You felt him laugh briefly. Oh yes, he had known that you had been afraid of him. It had almost been funny, the way you had tried to hide it. Funny for him, in a dark way.

❝And yet I quickly preferred you to... my other husband option.❞ , you continued. Feyd hadn't known this, but because of his ego, he had been pretty sure that you would choose him. Even though that decision was also in his hands. What a 'coincidence' that you had chosen each other. ❝I treated you badly the first week you arrived here, I know. It's because my uncle kept trying to convince me that a Baroness isn't worth anything. And I didn't know what to do at first. But then I decided against his words! That's why he doesn't want us to see each other so often, and you know this!❞ With every word he said, his voice became more serious and angry. It seemed that Vladimir Harkonnens death was the only solution. Feyd would certainly not find this difficult, quite the opposite.

If you were lucky, you'd spend half a day together once or twice a week. Or a few secret minutes, when the time of day didn't matter at all. Mostly the nights, even if you only slept tightly together. And you just realized that today, after about a month, you spent a whole day with your fiancé here on Giedi Prime for the first time. And that was 'only' because it was his birthday and his uncle was probably turning a blind eye today. Normality would return tomorrow.

You might watch him train for a while, or just bump into him a few times in the corridors. You wouldn't talk to each other then, the risk of Vladimir finding out was too great. Most of the time, Feyd would stroke your arm or press a kiss to your lips, cheek or forehead as you walked past. Sometimes he ended his training early to check on you in your chambers. To give you at least a quick hug, to feel you somehow. If only for a minute. All this was supposed to change after the wedding, but just a few days ago you had talked about the fact that this might not be the case. As long as his uncle was in power, he could decide. Feyd had asked you more than once last evening to sleep with him in his bed that night.

But since you thought that the Baron would expect it anyway, because of Feyds birthday, you had given in and agreed. You had slept in Feyds bed more often than your own in the last few nights, but you were still worried that Vladimir would find out. And Feyd knew it. You probably wouldn't say it, but you had respect for the Baron. In an uncomfortable way.

Actually, your relationship was okay, he didn't insult you or anything like that. At least not in words. You had had the feeling from the start that he didn't like you somewhere. But you couldn't explain why this was the case. Then why had he considered you as a wife for his nephew? Because of your people's past?

You broke away from Feyd and the Harkonnen looked at you questioningly. You were almost dizzy from all the confusing thoughts. So many questions and no answers (yet?).

❝Let's go back inside. Before they realize I stole you from your own celebration.❞ , you smiled, trying to look more cheerful again. He felt your hand take his and he intertwined his fingers with yours. ❝We'll stay for another hour or so, all right? And then you'll get your gift first! I'm almost afraid I'll forget to give it to you.❞ He pressed a kiss to your temple without words as you re-entered the great hall. ❝Something to drink?❞ A lady in front of you suddenly asked, holding a tray with various drinks in her hands. You reached for a water with ice cubes, Feyd opted for a slightly alcoholic drink. ❝Pregnant, Na-Boroness?❞ Your counterpart asked with a joyful smile. You swallowed yourself immediately and Feyd struggled to stifle a grin. ❝No, no.❞ You explained, still coughing slightly. ❝Not yet.❞ , he added, squeezing your hand . ❝I think the offspring will be beautiful when the time comes. Na-Baron, Na-Baroness.❞ , she said as goodbye. You were still a little perplexed. Was it just a nice joke because of your drink? Or did she think you were already intimate, even before the wedding? Or did she even know because of your bite wounds. Yes, you knew exactly why you wanted to cover them up earlier!

❝Do I look pregnant?❞ , you asked the Harkonnen next to you in shock. He thought the question was a joke at first, but he immediately realized from the look on your face that you were serious. ❝Have I put on weight?❞ , you continued to ask. ❝No, [y/n]. To be honest, I even have the feeling that you've lost some weight.❞ Feyd explained to you. He quickly pulled you to a snack bar and took a chocolate between his fingers. ❝Here, I'm sure you'll like this.❞ You tried to take the chocolate from his hand, but he pulled it back. Shaking your head but grinning, you opened your mouth and he put the sweet chocolate on your tongue. Yes, it tasted good and you grabbed two more. ❝You haven't anything at all today!❞ , he spoke rather sternly. You shook your head. You hadn't felt hungry at all from all the feelings. "But neither have you.❞ , you replied. Feyd grinned again as you put the second chocolate between your teeth. ❝You seem to have forgotten. But I had a good breakfast and enjoyed some snacks in between.❞ You stopped chewing and looked at him with wide eyes. You didn't know whether the praline melted on your tongue because of your saliva or because of the heat that shot into your head at that moment. Satisfied, Feyd reached for a chocolate for himself. ❝No. Sweet, but not as sweet as your nectar.❞ Completely perplexed and ashamed, you stepped away from him. He looked after you for a moment, grinning, knowing that he had left you speechless again. And he was proud to see your flushed face.

He watched as you stepped out onto the large balcony. Another Harkonnen also watched your movements, then looked questioningly at Feyd. A buddy of his. He walked up to the Na-Baron and asked what was wrong with you. ❝Everything's fine. Literally!❞ , the Na-Baron winked and greeted him with a friendly handshake. ❝Are you sure? Your fiancée just had a very red head. Did something happen?❞ ❝Happened? Oh, a lot happened today. And it's not the first time she blushed today either.❞ His buddy grinned understandingly. ❝Do you two get on well? She makes a rather quiet impression.❞ , he pointed out.

Feyd thought about how to answer the question for a moment and looked at you standing on the balcony, gazing into the night. ❝She's a warrior. She knows how to handle knives and swords. And she knows how to defend herself without weapons. Thankfully, she's not a spoiled little princess like my other choice. She may have a quiet character, but she's got a damn dark inside. Just what I need. Just what Giedi Prime needs... don't underestimate her.❞ , warned the Na-Baron.

Yes, a warning.

No one should offend you! He didn't even stop at the few friends he had. And he noticed it in Feyds suddenly gloomy look. His eyes narrowed into a slit. ❝What do you think of me, Feyd?❞ , he asked sternly. ❝I haven't forgotten that you once asked me if you could borrow my darlings. If you look at the Na-Baroness too long, even for a second, with certain eyes, I will throw your head at her feet.❞ Feyd growled.

What was wrong with him today? He hadn't felt this emotional for a long time. No matter what emotional state. And he didn't know whether this was good or bad. The only thing he knew was that you triggered feelings and emotions in him that he had never felt before. It was affection and well-being, but also a kind of anger and hatred. He liked holding you in his arms or lying on your chest himself. Your gentle touches, like the kiss on his shoulder this morning. Something he had never thought about before, because he didn't know that these feelings even existed. He had always thought that something like 'love' was an extremely stupid fantasy. Stupid talk from weak people. But ever since he knew you, something happened inside him. Especially today. And he was almost certain that it wasn't just because he had touched you sexually several times today.

❝What did she gift you?❞ , his counterpart asked him. Feyd cleared his throat once to push his thoughts aside. ❝She'll give it to me later. If you mean something material.❞ Feyd spoke casually, rather uninterestedly. Gifts were irrelevant to him. ❝Material?❞ , his buddy asked. Feyd grinned perversely at him. ❝She has good body.❞ Was his reply. Understanding punched him in the shoulder. ❝So that's where her reddish spots on her back come from?" ❝Not only there.❞ Both men looked at you again briefly. ❝Is she good?❞ , echoed in Feyd's ears. ❝She... she's reserved, restrained. But I can understand why. After all, strictly speaking, we shouldn't even be intimate yet. But that doesn't bother us.❞ , he explained with dignity. ❝What, she's not blowing you or what?❞ , the other asked in astonishment. Feyd shook his head emotionlessly. ❝No, not yet.❞ , came out of his mouth just as emotionlessly. ❝Then she's boring.❞ His, now presumably soon-to-be-former buddy Farris laughed, as Feyd growled menacingly at him.❝I said the reasons are understandable! Didn't you listen to me?❞

If eyes could kill.

❝She was ra- get out, now!❞ Feyd corrected himself. ❝But! You can have the two whores, the pets.❞ , he hissed, pointing at the ladies on the other side of the hall. ❝I don't need them anymore.❞ ❝Why?❞ , he asked, visibly irritated. ❝I have a fiancée now... that's nothing new, actually.❞ Did he really have to explain? ❝So what? Does it make a difference?❞ Feyds eyes pierced him. The anger in them clearly visible. ❝I want to be loyal. After all, this woman is going to give birth to my heir!❞ , he growled between his black-stained teeth. The other man raised his hands in appeasement. ❝What about the other one? The third one?❞ Feyds angry expression changed. He smiled slightly. ❝I killed her today.❞ , he answered the question. ❝I just felt like doing it." , he added. ❝So suddenly?❞ Farris asked. Feyd actually had to think about it for a moment. Had he really only intended to do it today, or had he felt like it before, but unconsciously? ❝I don't know.❞ , he answered honestly. ❝But it had to happen today. Just be glad that the two of them were able to escape. You can claim their bodies now, for a few days. After that, I'll also kill them!❞ , he growled. ❝Now, go!❞ Baffled, he left the party. Picking a fight with the Na-Baron here and now would only make him a murder victim himself.

Shaking his head, Feyd also stepped onto the balcony, enjoying the cool air that caressed him. ❝My baroness.❞ , he greeted you and his hand came to your lips to give you another chocolate. ❝Yes, if this keeps up, I'm going to look pregnant.❞ , you giggled and let the chocolate melt on your tongue. His blue eyes scrutinized you from top to bottom. 'Maybe I don't mind that' , he thought. His hand rose and his fingers stroked your back again. His bites and hickeys on display. Oh yes, the guests knew you were his property. Even now, before the wedding. The pleasant scent of your perfume reached his nose and he placed his lips on your neck. ❝You're... very affectionate today, Na-Baron.❞ ❝Ah, and now in the evening, is that a problem, Na-Baroness [y/n] [y/l/n]?❞ , he growled back, teasing you.

❝No. Not at all, actually.❞ , he heard you whisper. His eyes looked up at you and he thought he could feel your pulse as he reached for your wrist. He kissed your neck again, directly on your wound. You wouldn't have admitted it at that moment, but the wound was actually starting to hurt a little. Especially when you turned your head. Maybe it had been better to have removed the make-up after all. ❝But your blood tastes like dark chocolate.❞ , he purred against your ear. Laughing for a moment, you freed yourself from his grip. What a bad charmer. ❝The candy made me hungry, I'm going to get something.❞ Feyd let you pass, a slight smile still gracing his lips. He licked them, taking in the slightly metallic taste.

But his reasonably good mood evaporated when his now, still unknowingly, re-given Pets entered the balcony and stood next to him. ❝What do you want?❞ , he asked, annoyed. ❝I think I've made it clear enough to you today that I no longer require 'your services'." Before one of them could answer, he said: ❝I 'handed you over', by the way. Maybe five minutes ago. To my buddy Farris. He wanted to borrow you once before, but I said no.❞ , he explained, as if he were talking about the weather. ❝What? Why didn't you say no now?❞ , one of them asked angrily. Feyd couldn't believe his ears and looked directly at the two ladies.

His eyes fell on the glasses in their hands. ❝How many glasses did you have tonight? Are you trying to forget what happened this morning? Or do you not even realize that there are only two of you now?❞ It almost hurt Feyd to say these words. He couldn't remember the last time he had spoken to such stupid creatures. ❝Maybe you'd be quiet now if I'd fucked the other one in the wound while she was still alive and fondled the Na-Baroness's pussy! Killing her in front of you and ripping her open, it seems like, wasn't enough!❞

Just then you stepped back onto the balcony, your plate filled with some sauces and dough-pieces. Your eyebrows immediately drew together and your eyes wandered between him and them. Waiting for an explanation. ❝Bacause of her.❞ Feyd said, pointing his finger briefly at you. He took the small knife from your plate and pointed it at the two female Harkonnen. ❝I don't need a big and pointy weapon to take your lives now. I wouldn't even need the knife here. It would be just as easy to rip your arms out with my bare hands.❞ , he continued, always in a monotone. ❝But I don't feel like causing a bloodbath now. Bon appétit, ma chère.❞ , he said as he put the knife back on your plate.

❝And now fuck off! I've kicked Farris out too. You're welcome to keep him company.❞ Feyds smile was not amused. It was full of mockery. And disappeared as soon as the two pets left the balcony. You snorted angrily and took your first bite. ❝Should I have broken their arms or ripped them out now?❞ Feyd asked you. A little disappointed by your reaction. ❝No, their heads!❞ , you growled with your mouth full. Feyd watched you for a moment, remembering what he had just said to his buddy. 'A bloody dark inside'! His eyes fell on your dark red lips, remembering how you'd bitten his pectoral muscle so hard today that it had started to bleed. ❝Do you like it?❞ , he asked, with the irony in his head. You nodded. ❝Mhh. I'll get something else in a minute. It's good to eat something now.❞ You took another bite. A light breeze blew, making your hair move a little in the air. ❝Let me know if it's too cold.❞ , he stated. ❝Not so far. It's actually quite pleasant.❞ You leaned your head against his shoulder again as a loving gesture. But you immediately stood up straight when you saw how many people were watching you through the glass. You stopped chewing in shock. Some smiled, others looked at you with interest. You were a little relieved that no one was giving you a dirty look. Or maybe you just couldn't spot anyone. ❝What is it?❞ Feyd asked, amused. ❝There were a lot more Harkonnen looking at you this morning. And... you looked more interesting then. Nothing against your current outfit.❞ ❝I look more interesting in sweatpants and with my hair unbrushed just because I wasn't wearing anything on top?❞ , you asked with a confused look. ❝For me, yes!❞ , he teased you. You hastily finish the last bite on your plate to distract yourself somehow. 'Such a liar'

The Harkonnen realized that he should actually change the subject. ❝Do you want to go swimming later?❞ , he asked you as you gulped down your food. ❝Swimming? Here?❞ Your eyebrows went up and you looked at him again. ❝Mhh, a thermal.❞ ❝Oh, wow. What haven't you shown me yet?❞ , you asked a further. ❝There are still a few places.❞ , he pondered. ❝I don't have a bikini or swimsuit yet, I think.❞ Feyd remained conspicuously silent. When you looked up at him again, you saw another perverse grin. ❝Am I supposed to be in under- Oh!❞ , you whispered, understanding. Feyd nodded mutely. ❝No... no, I can't do this.❞ , you stammered. ❝Why can't you do this, Na-Baroness?❞ , he asked and tilting his head. ❝I got some clothes from the chambermaids a few days ago. Maybe there's something suitable in there, I haven't really looked at the clothes yet.❞ , you said, thinking about it. ❝Well, then let's relax in the hot water later.❞ , he said firmly as fireworks sounded again and the area turned a soft turquoise and blue.

A little later, you went back inside because it was getting too chilly for you. It was nice and warm inside. You had settled down on one of several large black leather couches. You both didn't feel like sitting at the table. The guests should have realized by now that you two really liked each other. Feyd wasn't afraid to touch you or kiss you anywhere. One of his hands was always somewhere on your body. You were only aware of three people who had a problem with this. His uncle and the whores. And you were both sure that it wouldn't change with any of them. You had first sat down next to Feyd, but he had immediately pulled you onto his lap. This made you a little taller and his head leaned on your cleavage. Your calm breathing relaxed him and even made him a little tired for a moment. But he hadn't forgotten that he still wanted to go to the thermal with you. Your fingers stroked his neck and he enjoyed the gentle touch.

You observed the many guests who were spread around the room and everyone was talking to everyone else. ❝You know what?❞ , he interrupted your silence. ❝What?❞ , you asked with interest. ❝All the ones you see here. All the ones you saw in the arena - they'll do as you say.❞ , he began to explain. ❝You can order them to do what you want, they'll do it for you. Maybe question something and ask you if you're really sure of your opinion. But if you say yes, they will follow your request, my Baroness.❞ He felt your fingers stop stroking him. You looked at all the guests, let your eyes wandering through the hall. You remembered the Harkonnen crowd from the morning. You realized, almost unpleasantly, that you liked Feyd's words. You would, with him, be in charge. You smiled darkly. Feyd noticed your reaction and pulled your head down to kiss you. ❝Maybe you'll dream about killing my uncle tonight. You can tell me about it tomorrow.❞ , he joked darkly. ❝Tomorrow?❞ , you asked and the smile disappeared from your face. ❝Ah fuck...❞ , he mumbled. ❝I'll... I'll arrange something. We usually manage that. Most of the time. Sometimes.❞ The Na-Baron looked at his uncle. The hatred for him was growing stronger by the day. Day by day.

Especially since you've been here. He destroyed your alliance. Alliance? How could an alliance be formed if you could only see each other every two days or three? Mostly for a few minutes. Secretly.

You heard him growl. And it wasn't the kind you heard when you were intimate. It was an angry, hateful one. ❝Shhh. Stay calm, my Baron.❞ , you whispered, trying to relax him. ❝He's destroying everything! I should have let you kill him when the guards no longer had you in their grasp!❞ , he bared between his dark teeth. ❝I didn't have a weapon.❞ , you decided, taking part in his words, but not angry. Still calm, a whisper. ❝You could have rammed his smoking pipe down his throat or into his skull!❞ , growled your fiancé. ❝Hmm...❞ , you thought about it and looked briefly at his uncle. The back of your hand caressed Feyd's cheek and he took it to hold yours in his hand, feeling his ring on your finger. Your hands were quite cold, as they always were. He had wondered early on whether there might be a health problem behind it. ❝... Then I'll try to dream about it, my future husband.❞ , he heard your voice. ❝Let’s get rid of all the creatures that stand in our way!❞ Feyd spoke as if he were in a trance, but his tone was aggressive. ❝But now...❞ , he began, pushing you from his lap. ❝...Let’s go swimming, relax at the thermal!❞ As soon as he uttered the words, he was on his feet, pulling you by the wrist behind him. You said only fleetingly goodbye to the guests, you, but rather Feyd, knew. But you were sure it would change.

You noticed Feyd turning around in between. ❝What's going on? Is someone following us?❞ ❝No. But it wouldn't be untypical for my uncle to have a spy sent for us,❞ , he explained. ❝Especially since he knows we've spent a lot more time together today than we're actually allowed to,❞ , you added with a sigh. ❝Don't think about him. Not today, not now!❞ Feyd spoke as you both arrived outside your chambers. ❝I'll pick you up in ten minutes!❞ , he added. ❝But I hope you don't have a swimsuit.❞ You wanted to punch him playfully, but you didn't. Fiancé or no fiancé. He was still the Na-Baron. Instead, you rolled your eyes grinning nastily and closed the door behind you. You didn't know Feyd was standing on the other side for a few more seconds, breathing in the last whiff of your perfume.

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I'm currently thinking about you both actually killing the Baron. On Arrakis? Personally, I was almost surprised in the cinema that Feyd didn't stab him or slit his throat when Vladimir was lying on the floor. Do you want me to change that?

And yes, he deliberately hasn't told you about Arrakis yet. (And he said „no lies“ bla bla…)

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What happens in the next chapter:

Probably petting in the thermal & you biting him until he bleeds again, talking about marriage and having a child, inferior Feyd to you (he talks about feelings), very soft intimacy (no bloody bites at this time, him being super slow, to savor the moment), he will tell you in his mother-language that he has feelings for you (thanks to @belovedbastardremus 🖤), thunderstorm and rain in the background, death of his two pets (described - blood & gore! + wound fucking & sexuell touch on you - blood on you both again), obsessed Feyd (unhealthy), probably stalking, disagreements between you (you will use his words "no lies or secrets" against him - because you know more about him as he thought), you will cry, Feyd also briefly(!), his uncle will be very shitty to you both... 🤫

(⬆️ Order not completely correct, I have to write the chapter first...)

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