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I woke up before Feyd did. I had fitful sleep and countless dreams I could barely recall. The suns were about to rise and his pale face glowed in the moonlight. There were windows in our bedroom facing East and West so one side of his face was basking in the warm light of a barely visible sun and the other glittered from pale moonlight. His face seemed more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. He seemed so peaceful.
I leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, trying and succeeding in not waking him. He smelled of lavender and some slight perspiration. Feyd never seemed to get used to the heat of Arrakis. He was made for the cold and was always a little damp and sweaty. It was a pleasant smell. It brought out the scent of his flesh. His essence. It drove me mad, and the hormones from pregnancy only heightened it.
His sharp features were exquisite. I was glad to pass them down to our son. His lips were sharply defined as was his jaw and his eyes were dark and piercing, though they were closed in his sleep. How strange that he had no hair but possessed eyelashes. I supposed everyone needed eyelashes, but still, how strange he was. The strangest creature I’d ever seen. Strange as a monster. A beautiful monster. The pinnacle of human form. Perfect and fearsome. Like a god, forever young.
I slowly brushed the thin sheet he slept with off of his perfect body. He barely noticed, thanks to the heat. Feyd wore underwear to bed. Nothing covering his chest or legs, just a strange kind of garment of thin black fabric. Fabric that hugged his massive bulge so prettily. I liked the sight of him in them. Even better though was the sight of him without them. Without any clothing to hide him.
Feyd no longer bothered keeping his knives out of reach. Not since I’d proven my loyalty during the attack on the city. During the visit from two certain Bene Gesserit ladies. I reached over him, slow and careful, taking it in my hands from the nightstand. I knew how well-tuned his senses were, even in his sleep. Still, I should’ve known better.
“What are you doing, pet?” Feyd demanded as he woke up, with a hint of entertainment in his voice. His voice was thick with tiredness, but he seemed perfectly alert. . Perhaps he was pretending to be asleep. “I was uhh- I wasn’t going to do any…” I rambled.
Feyd gripped my hips and pulled me on top of him. “Reaching for my knife? Tsk. “That won’t do.” He murmured, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. I gripped the knife with both hands awkwardly, feeling like a child stealing away a treat and being caught red-handed. I was unsure why I even took it in the first place.
Ah yes, I suddenly remembered. I was going to cut his underwear off. How clever. Feyd extended his hand for me to give him the knife. I refused, deciding to make the morning challenging for him. Fun. We both liked fun, after all.
Feeling suddenly brave, I twisted the knife around to grip it with my right hand and pointed the tip at the small stretch of skin right under his chin. I pressed gently, watching his unusually dark blood begin to bead at the small wound. It would look like he nicked himself shaving. He gripped my wrist, so hard that I could feel the bones and skin twist unnaturally to give way to his strength. Malleable.
Feyd’s dark eyes seared through my eyes. I refused to whimper from the pain, gritting my teeth in defiance. To my surprise, Feyd brought my wrist and the knife forward so that it pierced his neck even deeper. He seemed as if he wanted to groan or moan in pain and ecstasy but he just remained silent with a clenched jaw and furrowing brow.
And it kept going. It didn’t take long before I wanted to stop but Feyd just kept going, pressing the blade into his neck. I knew he had a complete understanding of human anatomy and wouldn’t be thick enough to knick anything vital, still the sight of him invigorated by the pain was a little disturbing. Like watching a superhuman or a thinking machine made in the image of man take damage and just keep moving forward as if he didn’t feel pain.
Uncanny. Feyd was uncanny. He always had been and he liked it. He liked how other humans saw him as something different. Something inferior and superior all at once. Something grotesque and beautiful. Strange yet familiar. I tried to remember the first time I saw him and how strange he seemed. How inhuman I found him, as if fucking him would be like fucking a dog. All that apprehension was gone now. It turned into eagerness. Disgust turned into lust. Fear of him turned into fear of losing him.
“Give me that mouth.” Feyd growled and suddenly his hand gripped my jaw and the knife fell out of my suddenly limp hand. I could feel the buzzing inside my hand from the loss of circulation. He pulled my mouth into his own and I let out a breathy moan as his tongue slid inside. Feyd was always so rough in the morning. He was precise in his decisions, his movements, but a little less refined.
The black blade I dropped was resting flush against his chiseled abdomen. It was a pretty sight. I began to paw at his underwear below me, trying to pull them off. Feyd quickly stopped me, pulling me off of his mouth to look me in the eyes again. “You don’t do that, understand?” Feyd scolded, apparently not pleased with me trying to undress him. Controlling bastard. “Fuck you.” I spat before I even noticed I was speaking. I saw the little clicking motion Feyd makes when he’s about to lose his shit and so I dived off of him, flipping myself from my straddling position to roll off the bed.
Feyd scoffed, a frustrated little laugh, took the knife I realized I should have taken, and rolled out of the opposite side of the bed. “You’re a spoiled brat, you know that?” He bit through gritted teeth. I smiled at him, silently telling him I knew. He advanced towards me and I retreated, reminding me of our past sparring matches. I knew he missed them. Perhaps I did too, even if they did usually end with me bloody and bruised.
He was fiddling with his knife as he walked in slow striding steps. “I bet you wish you could hurt me. That’s too bad.” I teased, knowing I’d regret everything I said later. He smirked. “With your condition, no I won’t hurt you too badly, but that just means I’ll have to start getting creative.” He rasped. Creative? I resisted the urge to laugh. I also resisted the shiver the threat sent down my spine. I swallowed, my senses suddenly returning to me.
“What? You’re going to do what? Humiliate me now?” I snorted, trying my best to seem confident. Feyd’s upper lip curled again, revealing black teeth. “That’s what you’re hoping for, isn’t it?” He accused. I had no defense prepared, I just narrowed my eyes at him. “I was hoping to ride you again.” I said after an embarrassingly long time spent in silence. “That’s not happening.”
What ended up happening was me being pinned down, face on the ground, back arched, and Feyd behind me gripping my hips. Then he slowed down and it was so cruel I started tearing up. I felt cold metal touch my lower back, right near the base of my spine, resting in the curve of my arch. His knife. “What are you doing?” I demanded, suddenly caught off guard. “Go on, fuck yourself on me, just don’t let the knife fall.”
“How am I supposed to not let it fall?”
“You were trained in maintaining balance, weren't you, soldier?”
“Yes, but-”
“Then I suggest you remember your training. And go slow, ofcourse.” Feyd said, the amusement thick in his voice. We’d been fucking for a few minutes. Wasn’t he desperate for release too? How was his self-discipline so inhumanely impressive?
I pressed my lips together, huffing in frustration. “Today, please.” Feyd rasped impatiently. “Wha- What happens if I drop the knife-” I began to ask before he interrupted me. “Then you won’t be coming this morning. You’ll blow me and then I’ll leave.” Feyd told me, sounding proud of himself. I wanted to kick the smug, self-satisfied bastard in his stupid, smirking face. But I couldn’t summon the courage so instead I began doing what he suggested and began to move slowly, grinding against him.
He was lodged in that deep, wonderful spot inside me. I grinded my cervix down onto the head of his cock and bit my lip to keep from moaning. This apparently wasn’t good enough for Feyd. “Faster, slut.” He barked, slapping my ass so hard that I had to wobble awkwardly, moving with the knife to keep it from sliding down the side of my body and onto the floor. “Alright, whatever you want sir, just please please please don’t do that!” I begged. I couldn’t have that knife falling no matter what.
I could sense the sadistic smile on his face as I obeyed, gradually building a rhythm he’d be pleased with. Though, I wasn’t pleased at all. The whole ordeal was torturous. I wanted him to just grab my hips and pound me again. That or at least I wanted him to let me bounce on him with reckless abandon. I briefly considered begging for it. Perhaps that was what he wanted: me begging him to pound my cervix until I screamed like the disgusting debased whore I was. However, I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Verbal admissions of my desperation were hard for me. Feyd probably knew that.
The balancing act went on for a couple more minutes before Feyd discarded the knife and pulled out of me. Gripping my hips, he picked me up and walked us over to the bed. He laid me down on my back and quickly entered me again. My cunt was profusely wet. The sounds of Feyd’s body hitting my slick skin were so obscene they made me blush, but the feeling of him hitting that spot of pleasure inside me over and over again was too good for me to care.
Feyd didn’t slow down for a second. Him fucking me so fast and hard was so overwhelming that I was reduced to a crying, mewling mess. I laid limp after a while while he used my body, manhandling me like a ragdoll. “Uhh ughnn Feyd-” I groaned, moaning incoherently. His hand seized my throat. “So good- Fuck-” I hadn’t even realized I whined.
Everything was too blissful and too euphoric for me to be self-conscious, even though the small guilty part of me that still existed in the back of my psyche told me I should have more dignity and at least make an effort to endure the fucking I was receiving with composure.
“Yeah? Is that good, pet? You like that?” Feyd asked with a raspy, focused voice. His words were so condescending. So belittling. They made my stomach flutter so wonderfully. I’d never been so wet. I nodded as he bounced me back and forth on the bed. He pulled my hips, angling them upward and pulling me into him even deeper. I put my legs on his shoulders, moaning, lost in the feeling.
Then I felt his finger rubbing circles over my clit. It didn’t take long until I felt my orgasm building. My eyes rolled back in my head and my breath was growing shorter and shorter. And then the bastard stopped. He was still inside me, pounding my cunt with a hard, steady rhythm, but he was no longer touching my clit. I let out a frustrated groan at the loss of stimulation and he laughed.
He cocked his brow, looking down at me. I hated how much control he took from me, but I needed to be touched there again. “Please-” I cried desperately. Pathetically. “Please!” I repeated myself after he refused to respond. “Are you begging?” Feyd demanded. I swallowed nervously, considering whether such debasement would be worth it. I didn’t think about it for too long. “I’m begging, please-”
“For what?” Feyd said, silencing me and I wanted to scream in frustration. “Please touch me again! Please Feyd-” He interrupted me again. “Who?” He demanded, suddenly ferocious again. “Please touch me again, master.” I said, tears of shame and self-loathing rolling down my face. Again, he’d gotten what he wanted. I opened my eyes in shock once his fingers returned. I was so ecstatic I almost thanked him. Almost.
I could feel feyd’s come running down my thighs once he’d finished. My chest was heaving as I came down from the high of my orgasm. I watched him, sitting on a chair, putting on his boots. “Let me do that.” I offered to lace his boots for him. He shook his head softly, looking up at me. The sunlight was peering in through the windows, glowing prettily. “I’m pretty sure your legs would give out.” Feyd said smirking. I knew he was probably right. “Don’t visit the bath today.” Feyd instructed as he walked toward the door.
It was a strange request. One he’d never made before. I wanted to wash. It was what I was planning to do first thing. “Can I shower then-” Feyd interrupted me, his back facing me as he opened the door. “Don’t wash at all. I want my come on you all day.” Feyd rasped. I stared blankly at the closed door a good while after he left.