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There were tens of thousands of people in the stadium, the black sun of Giedi Prime illuminating the shadows of the massive colosseum. You sat on the lowest level, closest to the action, waiting for the fight to begin. Why your cousin dragged you to this event all the way from Caladan, you weren’t sure. You did not particularly enjoy gladiator matches.
“When is this going to start, Senya?” you sigh, nudging your cousin. She appears to be engrossed in conversation with the man next to her, animatedly discussing the bets she had placed.
“Soon, I promise!” she replied, hardly sparing you a glance. You rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to the grandiose doors of the entrance to the colosseum. Suddenly, the doors opened, and the announcer's voice rang out, echoing throughout the space.
“And now, your next leader, theeeeeee na-Baron, FEYDDDDDDD-RAUTHAAAAAA!”
The stadium erupted into cheers, the noise so deafening you flinched. You had heard of the na-Baron, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen’s nephew, but you had never seen him in the flesh. There were many rumors about him– none of them good. They said he was a sadist, a ruthless warrior who was easily provoked.
Feyd-Rautha entered, a dagger in each hand, his black armor contrasting with his pale skin. He paced around the arena, showing off for the crowd, rousing the spectators. He was still far away, and you couldn’t make out his features. Your cousin was cheering, screaming so loud you thought she would surely lose her voice by the end of the night. When he reached your section, everyone stood up, screaming his name and vying for his attention. You reluctantly stood with them, so as to not draw attention. Feyd-Rautha was indeed just as menacing up close. He looked young, probably around your age. But there was something in his expression that made you shiver. Something dark. He waved at the audience, smirking with an air of arrogance.
Then his gaze met yours. You gulped, his icy blue eyes intensely studying you. You should have been frightened, but you weren’t. He was… strangely beautiful. He looked at you as if he wanted to devour you. He held your gaze a second too long before turning away, continuing to entertain the masses.
After the fight, you couldn’t get the image of him out of your head. Those muscles, the way he moved, the way he so mercilessly slayed his adversaries. There was most definitely something wrong with him, but he intrigued you. Your cousin interrupted your thoughts, her shrill voice piercing your daydreams.
“Oh my God, we absolutely have to go to another match. That was incredible. Feyd was so scary,” she gushed.
It was really all just a game to her. Just entertainment. Despite your fascination with the na-Baron, you were frightened that someone so bloodthirsty and violent could exist.
“I guess,” you replied, tired of the spectacle and the noise. “I’m going to head back to our rooms,” you said, disappearing into the crowd.
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As you walked through the black halls of the tourism district of Giedi Prime, you finally began to relax. The dark, quiet atmosphere allowed you to let your guard down, your irritation from earlier dissipating.
Suddenly, you heard a noise behind you. You would have turned around, but in a split second, there was an arm around your neck, a knife being held to your throat. You didn’t dare make a sound, lest you provoke your attacker.
“You were watching me earlier,” growled a man, his voice low and sinister.
You moved your head slightly, afraid to cut yourself on the blade.
Feyd-Rautha looked down at you, your back pressed to his chest. He had changed out of his armor and was now wearing black robes.
You had to think quickly. You knew how volatile this man could be. You had just seen him kill three people like it was nothing. Actually, not nothing— he so clearly enjoyed the killing. The spilling of blood.
“My lord na-Baron. To what do I owe this pleasure?” you said smoothly, holding eye contact. You would not show weakness. If he wanted to kill you, he most likely would have done it already— although, you had heard he liked to play with his victims before killing them.
He removed the knife from your throat, circling around to face you.
“You were different from the others. You did not seem… frightened,” he said.
Oh, you were most certainly frightened. But it wasn’t just fear that was simmering within you. It was also lust. A morbid and self-destructive curiosity. You wanted to touch him. To see if he liked pain and humiliation as much as they said he did.
You smiled, stepping towards him. The knife was still in his hand, slightly raised.
“I was merely impressed by your show of strength, my lord. Should I have been frightened instead? It is not so often I get to see such an exquisite warrior,” you said, hoping that flattery would get you somewhere.
He tilted his head, studying you. Finally, he sheathed his knife and put it in his belt.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Y/N,” you replied. “I am from Caladan.”
You scanned his face. He was breathing rapidly, his muscular chest moving up and down. Your eyes met his. His pupils were blown wide, the blue in his eyes almost completely obscured.
Oh. This is going to go differently than I imagined, you thought. He wanted you. He would do anything in this moment to have you. Even obey.
Concealing the fear running through your veins, you reached out and placed your hand on his chest. You could feel his heart beating, strong and fast.
“Come with me.”
You made your way to your room, not stopping to check if he was following. You knew he was.
You entered your room, the deep emerald green walls blending with the black silk of the bedspread and curtains. You closed and locked the door once Feyd-Rautha was also inside.
In the shadows of your room dimly lit by candlelight, he looked… almost innocent. You took his hands in your own and pulled him towards you. You inched your face closer and closer to his. He went still, hardly even breathing, as if he was expecting you to pull away. Your cheek brushed against his, and you whispered in his ear:
“Get on your knees for me.”
He obliged quickly, sinking down so that his face was level with your core.
“So quick to obey, hmm? What am I going to do with you?” you purred, the very image of him beneath you already making you wet. You tilted his chin upwards with your fingers, relishing the control you had over him.
“Tell me, Feyd, what is it that you desire?” you whispered, tightening your grip on his face.
“You. I want you,” he rasped, clearly struggling to keep his composure. You smirked, noticing his already tented robes. What a pathetic, desperate thing. But your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.
“Mhm… and what do you want me to do to you?” you crooned, egging him on.
“Anything. Anything you want,” he panted, fidgeting beneath you.
You withdrew your hand from where it had been gently caressing his full lips, and slapped him hard across the face. He whimpered, leaning towards you instead of flinching away.
Fuck, you thought. It was going to prove difficult to make him wait. You wanted to take him now, to hear those whimpers as he moved inside of you.
“Did you enjoy that, my pet?”
“Yes,” he gasped, reaching towards his cock.
You slapped him again, this time with all of the force you could muster. A red mark began to bloom on his pale skin. He moaned, clearly relishing in the pain.
So pretty, you mused.
“No touching until I say so. Now stand and strip for me,” you commanded.
He followed your orders, discarding his robe. He stood before you completely bare. You inhaled, your fingers twitching at your sides. He was truly beautiful. His body looked as if it was carved out of marble, broad shoulders, a slim waist, his abs perfectly sculpted. His cock was long and thick, precum gathering at the tip. More than anything, you wanted to ravish him, to taste every part of him. But you must show restraint.
You slid your dress off your shoulders, exposing your breasts to him. He moved closer to you, but he did not touch you.
You let your dress fall to the ground and stepped out of it, now equal to him in your nakedness.
“Get on the bed,” you said, the anticipation in your voice slipping through.
He obeyed, kneeling on the black silk with his hands behind his back.
Still standing at the side of the bed, you decided to make a move. Your patience was wearing thin. Between your thighs it was already slick with want.
You kissed him, your hands cupping his face. You could not control yourself any longer. You kissed him ravenously, all of the pent up tension spilling out. He kissed back, moaning into your mouth, hands still behind his back in a show of submission. You kissed him for what felt like hours, but what could have only been minutes. When you pulled away, his already supple lips were swollen with spit.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck, I want more.”
You wanted more too.
“Touch yourself for me. Slowly,” you ordered, secretly running out of restraint yourself.
He began to stroke himself with his right hand, moaning wantonly at the relief. He held eye contact with you, bucking up into his hand.
That was the last straw. You surged forward, your lips meeting his again, replacing his hand with your own.
“Fuck,” you panted, all self-control gone. You only wanted him. You trailed your lips down his neck, biting and sucking the pale, smooth skin there. With every bite you could feel his cock twitch in your hand. He loved the pain. Wanted more of it.
“Touch me,” you gasped, finally giving him permission.
He immediately obliged, his hands exploring your waist, sliding them up to your breasts. He took your left nipple into his mouth, his hand on your right breast, squeezing and twisting.
“Oh fuck ,” you gasped, leaning into him. He buried his face in your cleavage, marking every square inch of your chest with his mouth.
You pulled away, pushing him down on the bed then straddling him. He grabbed your hips, trying to grind you down against him.
“No. I am in charge,” you hissed, feeling his strong hands dig into your skin. You were certain you would have bruises.
He pouted, easing his grip on you.
“If you want this, you have to beg for it,” you purred, ghosting your lips over his pulse point.
He sneered at you, baring his teeth. “I will not beg. I am the na-Baron of Giedi Prime. I could kill you right now if I wanted to.”
You felt your heart quicken, knowing he was capable of snapping your neck in a second. But you didn’t let it show. Instead, you smirked, and bent down and bit his shoulder. Hard. You felt yourself draw blood. He moaned, his cock pulsing against your heat. You pulled away, satisfied by the crimson bite mark you had left. Everyone would know he had been claimed. You ground your hips down on his length, soaking him with your arousal.
“Please. Please. I need it, I need to be inside you, please ,” he begged, looking up at you with glassy eyes.
“Good boy,” you purred. “I knew you would beg for me.”
You reached down and slid his length into you. You were soaked, and it went in easily. But you still gasped at his size, feeling the stretch.
His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt your walls tighten around him. He began to thrust into you, the strength of his hips snapping into you almost painful.
You swiftly put your right hand around his neck, choking him.
“Control yourself,” you hissed. “So pathetic.”
He whimpered, his thrusts coming to a stop.
You loosened your grip on his throat, still holding it in case he chose to disobey you again.
He looked sinful, red and purple marks decorating his neck and chest, full lips swollen and red. You wanted to devour him.
You started moving your hips, gasping at the feeling of him deep inside of you. You already felt your peak approaching. But you needed more.
“Feyd,” you whimpered. “More. Please. I want more.”
In a split second, he flipped the two of you so that he was on top. He began fucking into you mercilessly, pounding into your cunt. You raked your nails down his chest, tearing at his skin. That only made him fuck you harder, and he buried his face in your neck, his moans muffled in your skin.
“You are mine,” he gasped desperately, his thrusts growing more and more erratic. “Mine. No one else is allowed to do this to you. No one.”
You were so close. His voice was so deep, almost guttural. Every time he spoke, you clenched tighter around him.
“You like when I talk to you, hm?” he said, smirking.
You nodded, feeling your body respond to the low tones of his voice.
“Come for me,” he murmured, his finger reaching down to your clit.
You came, arching into his touch, digging your nails into his back.
He came with you, spilling his seed into your cunt, moaning your name.
“You belong to me now,” he said.
He kissed you, and it felt like he was branding you. You knew you could never leave. Your chest tightened, but you kissed him back, already wanting more.