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Leto Atreides the II was a mystery to his empire. ‘The Worm’ they called him. A fitting title, three thousand years of transformation manipulating his body into the beginnings of a Sandworm. A Shai-Hulud as the ancient Fremen called them. The Emperor had long wondered what one like Stilgar would think if he could see him now? Would he bow and call him holy? Or would he recoil in disgust?
After all, Leto as Stilgar knew him, was unrecognizable. The only thing remaining of him was his face, and hands, and a pair of unused flipper-like legs. In time, those too would also be absorbed by the sandtrout that lived in Leto’s skin.
Leto the second had always thought himself above base desire. Even when he was still a man, his desires were well contained.
Yet.. somehow.. The Emperor had been consumed by desire. Distracted from the golden path that his father Paul Atreides had set in motion all those years ago. A genocide of billions, a plan in the works for over three thousand years. Distracted by a weak man, and a singular woman. The scheming of Ixians. It would undo him.
It was like an itch. Leto thought. One buried inside the thick skin and hardy flesh of his Sandworm body. His gentle Hwi Noree, his Sweet Hwi Noree. She loved him, not his physical body, no. She loved him, her body though.. it craved affection, something Leto couldn’t provide.. Unless.. Oh, an excellent thought. Leto wasn’t sure how he couldn’t have thought of it before. Perhaps he had been blinded by the pursuit of his own release.
Yet, the thought of providing the affection he knew his sweet Hwi Noree needed it was almost enough. To be able to connect her in that intimate way. Yes, Yes it would do.
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The Emperor used his cart to make his way through the long corridors of his palace. Carefully guarded by his fish speakers. He dismissed them, and they obeyed, if reluctantly. When the corridor was silent, he slid from the royal cart. Opening the doors to Hwi’s chambers ever so carefully. There she was, still asleep, a perfect specimen. His gentle Hwi, his perfect Hwi Noree. Ever so beautiful. Sleeping against pearlescent sheets.
“Hwi.” Leto whispered in the dark, and she startled awake.
“Leto?” She asked, though her eyes certainly couldn’t see him in the dark. She reached for one of the glow globes, but Leto stopped her. Gently holding her arm in his strong hand.
She glanced around, trying to find him in the dark
“What are you doing here?” Hwi asked, he could sense the confusion in her voice.
“I would like to..” He trailed off, unsure how he could bring this up to her.
“..I would like to try something.”
She still was confused, but nodded in agreement.
“What is it?”
“A demonstration may be better, My sweet.” He murmured, his hand abandoning her arm, and trailing down her body. She slept naked. That pleased him greatly. His touch fell beneath the sheets. His deft fingers throwing her off.
“My lord-Leto? I don’t understand- I thought you couldn’t-“
The God Emperor interrupted her.
“No, not in that way. But there are.. different ways a man can please a woman.”
Hwi’s eyebrows shot.
“Oh.. and you would like to do these things?” She asked hesitantly, but he could feel her shift in the sheets. Her legs spreading slightly wider, and he took the sheets she slept under and removed them from her body. Her lips parted, and he took the opportunity to kiss his sweet Hwi Noree. The water in her mouth causing the Sandworm part of him to flinch. The pain when they shared tongues was intense, but the moan that broke from her throat was worth it.
He seperated from her, his fingers trailing down her thigh.
“May I?” He asked politely, and she nodded in the dark. A grin spread across The God Emperor’s face, and his lengthy body shifted to better adjust.
Leto’s fingers ran gently along the apex of her thighs. Collecting the wetness spread there. He realised then, Leto had never done this. He collected himself, delving into his memories. His namesake had done it quite a few times if he remembered correct.
Leto collected himself, finding Hwi’s clit with a gentle thumb.
“Oh- Leto please!” She said softly, her hand tightening in the sheets. She must’ve been sensitive there. Duly noted.
His fingers slid up and down her slit, collecting the wetness there and spreading it to her clit. To make it easier for her as he began to rub. She enjoyed that, and he allowed a finger to delve into her tightness. He almost groaned at that, she felt so good. If only he still had a..
Useless thoughts, The Golden Path was more important than simple desire. Yet he allowed himself to indulge. Finding a future that could’ve led to him being a man with his gentle Hwi Noree.
Her moan interrupted his vision, and The God Emperor was turned back to the task at hand. He lowered himself finally, bringing his mouth to her sex.
“Oh Leto.” Hwi moaned, it was good to see she was enjoying herself. Even if the sandtrout inside him writhed at the moisture. It was painful. His Sandworm body trying to pull him away from her body’s moisture. He resisted it, allowing his tongue to pleasure her clit. Another finger delving into her, curling to hit her G-spot.
“Oh Leto I’m going to-“
That quickly? Leto thought, as he slowed, removing his fingers from her body, wrapping his arms and hands around her thighs. Slowing down the motions of his longer tongue. Hwi let out a while of protest, and Leto felt true joy penetrate his heart. A rare feeling. His sweet Hwi Noree experiencing a fraction of his devotion to her.
With one deft motion he flexed his strong body. Lifting her into the curve of Sandworm body. So that he could hold her in the air, her body practically sitting on his face. The Sandworm part of him screamed in pain, as her fluids dripped into his mouth and across his chin. He wouldn’t allow it to control him. He was stronger than it. He must be. He must control his bodily impulses. Yet.. they were what led him to this moment weren’t they?
In a moment a gush of water hit his face, and Hwi was moaning out her release. He set her down gently as he could, even as his body writhed in pain. Taking her sheets and wiping his face quickly as possible. It provided momentary relief. The water he had consumed would pose a bigger problem. It would be ironic if he died that way. No, more likely it would be converted into the spice essence that the Bene Gesserit had tried to use to assassinate him. He could’ve laughed, instead he leaned down to press a kiss to Hwi’s soft lips.
“Perhaps we will have to do this another day, my sweet Hwi Noree.”