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The Only One

Dark - Duke Leto Atreides X f!Reader

Not Beta Read

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

Summary

The duke needs an heir, or Caladan will fall under the rule of his enemies. There's one woman is capable of saving the planet...she's the only one.

Tags/Warnings

Disclaimers: This fic does not comply with canon, throw everything you thought you knew about the Dune lore out the window. The duke is (in my opinion) in character for this situation, despite the obsessive tendencies. There is heavy non-con in this fic, it's not for everyone. If you're sensitive to that sort of thing in fanfiction, please keep on scrolling thanks. NSFW, non-con, rape, kidnapping, sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, praise kink, lactation kink, pregnancy, blood kink, cockwarming, forced pregnancy, non-consensual bondage, porn with some plot, smut, creampie, body worship, pregnant sex, oral sex (f receiving), Dark fic, Dark Duke Leto Atreides. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (that means that what you see in the tags WILL be in the fic, don't act surprised when you get exactly what you were warned about.)

Word Count: 6k

Prelude

After many years of trying for an heir, Duke Leto has begun to give up hope. Without an heir, the emperor threatens to give away his birthright, strip him of his title, and hand Caladan to his enemies. He has been given only one final year to produce a son who will carry on his family name. While searching for someone who could give him what he needs, he happens upon a mysterious woman. The strange woman tells of a prophecy, one that Leto takes very seriously, because he has no other choice. "In a village, not far from here, my lord, there's a girl. She is not of noble birth, but I have seen her future, and she will give you many sons." Duke Leto, a kind and gentle man, would never hurt someone so innocent on purpose, but when faced with the choice of taking you, or losing Caladan to those who meant to oppress it, he must set aside his morality for the greater good...

The duke entered his chambers where you were suspended from the lofty ceiling, as he’d requested his men to do once they found you. A warm smile spread across his face at the sight of you, so beautiful, so scared. Leto stepped forward, nearly jumping when your head shot up and your tear-stained eyes locked on with his. He held one hand behind his back in a regal manner, holding the other out to touch your cheek as he closed in on you slowly.

“W-wh…” you cleared your throat, “where…”

“Shh,” he whispered softly, brushing his thumb over the soft skin of your beautiful face, “you’re safe now. There’s no need to panic.”

Despite his words, it was clear you were terrified, struggling to breath in a normal, even heave. No matter the fear you displayed in your eyes, the duke’s expression remained calm, and filled with adoration.

“I know you’re frightened. It is…expected,” he said softly, standing up straight and casually walking to his wardrobe. “Would you care for some wine perhaps? Or I can call for the doctor, he could provide you with a mild sedative?”

He turned to look at you, your head was hung downward once again, naked body trembling and rattling the chains that held you in place. He wasn’t a cruel man, though he suspected you thought he was. He’d never done something like this before, sending his guards out to retrieve a young woman to keep in his chambers indefinitely. A nearly inaudible sob escaped your lips.

“No need to cry my dear, you’re not in any danger,” he said, beginning to unbuckle his belt, the sound of the metal piercing through the room. “In fact, you’re going to be very well taken care of here. Do you have any idea just how lucky you are?”

You cried harder, sobs becoming even louder as you looked up at him again. He removed his shirt, revealing his warm, sunkissed skin. It was hard to tell, but he appeared handsome through the blur of your tears. You dropped your head again, your neck aching from the position you were in. Your arms were pinned behind your back, body bent forward at the hips, leaving your rear exposed and open. Your thighs ached, legs spread wide, forced open by a metal pole secured between your knees. The ache in your chest from your labored breathing was horrid enough, only made worse by the chains wrapped around you, keeping your torso held upward and parallel to the stone floor.

“You don’t even realize that you are the most important piece to maintaining our way of life of Caladan,” he continued, removing his pants completely and letting them fall to the ground. “I have been unable to find anyone compatible. Perhaps it’s that my genetics are too much for the average woman to carry to term.” He stepped closer to you, cock bobbing heavily with every stride. “But you’re not average, are you my dear?”

“P-please,” you croaked, “I…I…”

“No no, not another word. You’re frightened now, yes, but you’ll soon realize the important work that you were made for,” he walked past you, running his hand along your arm and to your hip as he did. “The important job you’ll be doing for me…”

You whimpered, struggling slightly against your restraints but to no avail. The duke used to pride himself on being an honorable man, and even in this morally reprehensible moment, he felt justified in his actions. He didn’t always like what his duty called him to do, but knowing it was for the greater good, he would do almost anything.

“You see my dear,” he cooed, “you were found for me, a beautiful, fertile woman who is prophesied to give me many children…” he leaned into your ear, “many.” His tone turned to a low rumble. “So even though this may seem sudden, you will realize with time that you’re fulfilling your purpose…your destiny.”

His right palm splayed over the globe of your cheek, moving toward where your body was spread in two. He didn’t like hearing you cry, but he knew it was inevitable. No normal girl would consent to being abducted and restrained in a man’s bedroom, not even the duke’s bedroom. He saw your puckered hole, and he pressed his index finger to it gently, inciting a gasp from you, followed by the rattling of the chains. You cried out, begging him to release you, but your wails fell on deaf ears.

“I know you care about Caladan, our people. I know you care about the Atreides legacy, and you know…” he spit between your crack, letting his warm saliva trickle from your rim down between your folds, “you know I need a strong, healthy heir.”

Leto positioned himself behind you, using his hand to fist the fat tip of his cock at your glistening entrance. The metal pole keeping your legs spread for him creaked with tension as you struggled to close your thighs, a pointless endeavor. He sighed heavily, gliding his head between each crevice of your pretty little cunt, making himself slick with your arousal.

“You must think me to be a cruel man, but you’re mistaken darling. I don’t want to hurt you, and if you’ll relax this will be much less painful for you.” His breath was ragged with an almost animalistic desire. “You must understand, however, that I care far too much about the future of my people not to provide them with an Atreides heir.”

No matter how hard you tried to escape the flesh splitting thrust of his wide girth, your attempts were futile. A pained scream echoed off the walls of his chambers, followed shortly by the warmth of your blood against his thighs as he slapped them against yours loudly. He wasn’t trying to hurt you, but he wanted to get your first time over with, and not drag it out any longer than necessary. He slowed down after a moment, once your screaming turned to soft whimpers.

“You’re doing so well…” he huffed through his nostrils harshly “…I know this isn’t easy for you,” Leto leaned forward, grabbing one of your hanging breasts in his large hand, pinching the nipple gently, “b-but your body was built for this…it was built for me…”

“No, n-no…” you trailed off, feeling your head fall back down, neck aching still from the strain. A small moan left your lips, despite your attempts to keep it in.

“O-oh sweetheart is…is it starting to feel good?” The roll of his hips remained at a steady pace. “That’s wonderful, it will help with the pain, and your time will be more enjoyable for you if you can gain some pleasure from this as well, I don’t want you to feel misery if I can help it.”

“S-stop, please, my lord…”

“Shh,” he whispered softly, continuing to palm at your breast.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against the soft skin of your spine. He could feel your tied-back hands fidgeting against his ribcage. His free hand moved to your left hip, holding it tightly to angle himself deeper.

“I’m going to fill you with every bit of me , every-single-drop,” he punctuated each word with a harder thrust. “I need to make sure you get it all, need to make sure it takes…mmph!”

Surely your noisy whimpers could be heard in the halls, yet no one came to help you. They all knew what was happening in there. You were to be the mother of the next Atreides heir. You would be made to bear child after child for the legacy obsessed duke. A breeding vessel for a desperate nobleman, torn between his kind nature and his need for the security and wellbeing of his people.

“The emperor will take everything I have if I can't secure my bloodline. He’ll give it t-to the…” he whimpered and gulped deeply, “Harkonnens, and I can’t let that happen to my people.”

You could hear nothing over your whimpers save for the wet slapping of his skin against yours as his pace quickened. You didn’t know what he was going on about - destiny, legacy, an Atreides heir? - He snapped forward again, a gravelly rumble falling from his chest. He moved to an upright position, letting your breast hang loosely once more. You wailed loudly, the feeling of his thick fingers leaving their impressions in the flesh of your hip.

“M-my lord, my lord…it hurts so…s-so-much-s-sir!”

“I know, but you’re taking me so well anyway aren’t you?” He looked down where your puffy little hole swallowed his crimson painted cock. “Look at that.”

His index finger touched where you were stretched around him, that little bit of skin that held onto his cock like it never meant to let go. You whimpered, chains rattling around you as your body involuntarily moved, only serving to sink you down further on his length once more. He could hear you hyperventilating, a panic-stricken whine punching out of your chest that he felt a tad guilty for inciting.

Until he remembered what your purpose was…the reason he’d had you brought to his castle in the first place.

He reached an arm around your leg, sinking the pad of his finger into the wet, bloody mess between the slippery lips of your cunt. In the sea of your arousal, he found the swollen bud that made your walls flutter around him. You gasped, and seemingly on their own, his hips slid forward, chasing that delicious feeling of your body finally accepting him, pulling him deeper inside.

“You like that don’t you?” He bit his lip, a breathy chuckle escaping through his teeth with the knowledge that he’d found a way to settle your terror, if only for a moment. “I promise, no matter how terrible this may be, that I won’t allow you to stay like this…and-s-suffer-oh-my…”

He felt your body squeezing tighter, walls contracting around his cock. He thrust forward again, shuddering at the way you were taking him, pulling him deeper, like your body was begging for his cum, like you needed him to feed your hole until you were stuffed and overflowing.

“Mmm-m-my-lord…p-please–”

Your tone was different now, more sultry and full of desire. It was good to hear you like that, moaning instead of crying, grunting with pleasure instead of pain. This would be so much better for you once you gave in, he knew that much. He could give you everything: make your body shake with orgasm after orgasm, clothes made from the finest silks, and comforts that were reserved for only the lords and ladies of Caladan.

“Your pleas don’t go unnoticed sweetheart, don’t think me cruel, I wouldn’t do this if the circumstances were different,” he huffed, breathing becoming more ragged with every glide of his hips. “I need you…Caladan needs you–needs-you-full-ah!”

The smooth roll of his hips slowed as his seed spilled into you. You felt it, warm and slick as it coated your insides white. You felt a sensation you’d never felt, rolling over your entire body and pooling in your core, causing your legs to shake and your mind to go blank. It was euphoric; a reprieve from the pain you’d endured for what felt like hours, but couldn’t have been more than several minutes.

Leto felt your pussy walls squeezing, crushing down over his girth in waves while you moaned. What a sweet sound, one that made him feel mental relief that he’d given you something in return for your suffering. His finger slowed around your hardened clit, letting you come down slowly from your high.

As your pleasured whines subsided, you thought he would remove himself from you, letting your hole relax after such an ordeal, but he didn’t. The duke stayed there, hips pressed flush against your rear, making no motion to release you from his hold. You moved slightly, but he gripped tightly on your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

“No, no darling, no.” His voice was calm but raspy, still settling after his climax. “I’m going to stay like this for a moment longer, just to make sure it takes. We wouldn’t want to waste it.”

He looked down, seeing the way your body had bled on his, coating his pubic hair in a deep red shade. He felt for you, truly he did, but once you realized what an honor it was to be in your position, he knew you’d find it was worth the sacrifice. Your breathing was slowing, going back to normal, and after several moments he pulled back, letting his limp cock fall from where it had torn you open.

You groaned, feeling yourself become empty all at once. Your head hung down, neck finally too tired to hold it up any longer. You heard the duke tsk behind you, his palms pressing against your cheeks and spreading them further. The sound of dripping cum on the floor echoed through the room.

“Let’s keep it all inside, sweet one, I need you to give me a son,” he pushed his spend back inside you with his finger, what little was still there and had not fallen to the floor.

You winced and hissed, the metal holding you in place rattling once more. His thick middle-finger slid in deep, Leto shuddered as your hole clenched in response. He could hear you crying, a soft, defeated sound he wished one day would stop. But he couldn’t expect that from you, not now as he broke you in for the first time. He expected you would be like this for a while until you were used to him, used to his size, used to the way he kept you as full as possible, as often as possible.

“Your body handled me very, very well darling,” he said, idly fingering you as he spoke, continuing to push his spend back inside you. “Looks like I’ve made quite the mess of you, but don’t worry, I’ll have you cleaned up in a moment.”

He kept true to his word, once he was thoroughly satisied he’d kept his cum in you long enough, the duke turned onto his back, positioned himself between your thighs, and propped himself up on his elbows so his lips could reach your cunt with ease. A gasp shot from your lungs, the feeling of his warm mouth enveloping your sore folds bringing comfort to the ache. You moaned, a sound that represented more than just sexual pleasure, but a sound that told him you were at least accepting your fate…for the moment.

He was right, there was no more fighting, and it was clear your words weren’t going to change his goal oriented mind. His desire to have an heir was stronger than his desire to act honorably. His tongue went flat, you felt it soothing the tear of your hymen, then dragging upward and flicking once it reached the peak of your folds. You exhaled a sigh, cunt throbbing in response to the way he lapped at you masterfully.

“You know not many,” he kissed your pussy lips, “can say,” another peck, “they’ve been lucky enough to carry such an important role for Caladan. Even I’m not as important as you are right now.”

His hand reached up and pressed against your stomach while his mouth continued to melt into your cunt, soothing you even more as he cleaned you. He never felt such pride as he did in that moment, knowing that this was a good effort, even if it didn’t take. The sheer amount that he ate from you, in combination with his already discarded seed on the floor underneath him, gave the duke a sense of relief to know that he was producing sufficiently on his end. It wouldn’t take long for you to give him a healthy child, if you were indeed the girl the old woman had told him about.

You whimpered still when his tongue would touch your wound, though it was always followed with the relief of him dragging it over your clit. He slurped quietly as he continued, not making an indication that he would be stopping any time soon, despite the likelihood of you being clean already. The hand on your stomach moved, reaching up and cupping your breast, holding it and squeezing softly.

“Oh, my lord, y-yes…”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t deny the heat pooling at the base of your abdomen once again. Was it even worth trying to deny the way it felt? He was the Duke of Caladan after all. If he wanted a hundred concubines tied up to his ceiling he could take them, and no one would stop him. You should be grateful it was he who took you, and not someone who might’ve been much more cruel in their claiming of your body.

He hummed into your folds, breathing heavily through his nose as he did. His hand slid over to your waist, gripping around you and holding tight. The vibration from his moans, and the brush of his peppery beard against your thighs was causing your body to near release once more. That would only be the second time in your life that you’d felt it, and you wanted it more than you could bear.

“Mm, let yourself go my dear, I only want you to feel good from now on, now that I broke you in a little.”

His mouth never left your cunt as he spoke, his words only serving to draw your next climax from your body faster. You felt it fall over you, warm and heavy, making your body melt once more, going limp save for the involuntary crashing of your walls around the emptiness the duke had left behind. He didn’t stop until he was sure you were fully satisfied, head hanging down again and breathing returned to normal.

With a grunt he rose from beneath you. You heard him padding on his bare feet to the wardrobe on the far side of the room. If you turned your head just a little you could see him, much clearer now than before. He looked at you as he put a loose cotton shirt over his shoulders, then leaning down to pull his trousers over his legs.

“You’re simply the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said in a gentle baritone, moving back to kneel in front of you. “I do not kneel for many, but I’ll kneel for the mother of my children.”

You strained your neck to look at him once again. He cupped your cheeks to help you, seeing your struggle and feeling sorry for the part he played in your suffering. He kissed your forehead, feeling the salt from your sweaty brow upon his lips.

“I’ll return every day, at least until I’m sure you’re pregnant,” his lips curled into a compassionate smirk, “then I’ll let you rest while your belly grows.”

He stood, striding to the washroom and leaving you hanging there, like a prized animal on display. Before long, the same men who’d captured you returned, undoing most of your bonds, save for the ones holding your hands behind your back. They weren’t rough, just like before when they’d abducted you. You felt your entire body sigh, your bones and muscles feeling relieved to fall back into place.

You weren’t sure when exactly you’d conceived. It must’ve happened at some point between that first time when he tore you apart, and the following month when your period didn’t arrive when it should’ve. By then you’d become, not unlike, a piece of furniture in Duke Leto’s chambers, restraints much less restrictive and painful than your first meeting. Only a week after he’d broken you, you’d become more willing for him, crying less when he came to take you.

“I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner here, despite your situation, and since you’ve become so compliant, I think I can afford to make you more comfortable,” he’d explained.

And so he had you moved to the bed. Though you weren’t completely free. That was a risk the duke could not afford. So he had metal cuffs around your wrists, and chains that connected them to the stone wall behind the bed. You could move easier, but you could never leave.

When another week went by, two weeks after your torment began, he was swelling with pride, seeing you spreading your legs upon his entry into his chambers without prompt. You said you appreciated the silken evening dress he’d had the servants craft for you, the one that fell open on either side of your hips when you presented your cunt to him. He wasn’t supposed to love you - it wasn’t necessary for him to love you - but he felt himself overwhelmed with feelings he couldn’t contain every time he saw you.

Three weeks after that first meeting, you kissed him. It was clear he’d been holding back, allowing you to maintain some level of autonomy, despite having taken your body for himself so many times. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, force you to be intimate with him if that wasn’t what you wished.

So it was a shock when he was several moments into fucking you, cock sliding wetly along your walls in a desperation to fill you with him again, and you grabbed his face on either side. His hooded eyes shot up, meeting with yours but then quickly flicking down to see your precious lips closing in. You closed your eyes, and so did he, and everything seemed to slow down for a moment, including the pace that he thrust into you.

The slow roll of his hips was heavenly, and was soon accompanied by the feeling of his hand on the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss, gliding his tongue inside your mouth so he could taste you. The duke filled you faster than ever that night, being so engulfed in the moment that he couldn’t hold on any longer.

And now, it was just over a month beyond your arrival to Castle Caladan, you were sitting with the physician while he examined you, confirming that yours and the duke’s efforts had been fruitful.

The way Leto looked at you in that moment, was a look you’d never seen before. His dark brows turned up and stitched together, soft lips parted just before a smirk curled over them. He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, the glossy sheen of tears apparent in his eyes.

“After years of trying to produce an heir, I finally found a perfect vessel, such a precious thing,” he cooed, touching your stomach before leaning in and finding your lips with his own. “My most wonderful treasure.”

Leto heard nothing else as the doctor murmured about you, voice seeming background to where his focus lied. Part of him was still shocked that the old woman was right. She told him in his search of her prophecy that you, a normal village girl, would produce many sons for him, and she was right.

That night, the duke did everything he could for you. His kisses were softer, less desperate and more deliberate. His hands didn’t grab your flesh as a means to hold you, but rather to feel you. And when he sunk his cock into you, he did so in a way that emphasized your pleasure over his own, angling for those spots that made your body quiver.

You may not have been of noble birth, but to the duke, that night you were his empress. There wasn’t an inch of your skin that hadn’t been brushed by the coarse hair of his bearded chin. He worshiped you, giving you an evening dedicated to only your satisfaction.

For many weeks he would come into his chambers and ramble on about how proud he was, and how well you were doing. He would whisper the most depraved, while beautiful, things in your ear about how the people of Caladan owed you their lives, and how he couldn’t wait until it was time to breed you all over again. All of that praise was nothing though, not compared to the way he looked at you after coming back from his trip to Arrakis.

When he walked into his chambers, and you were there on his bed, only a couple short months away from birth, he stopped dead in his tracks. He felt like the words were trapped in his throat, and his feet were stuck to the floor. All he could do was stare, and take in the beauty before him. You were simply radiant, pregnant belly full with his son, his heir; swelling breasts nearly spilling out of your dress.

Once he found the ability to move again he slowly walked over to you, taking off his coat as he sat beside you.

“Look at you…” his voice trailed off.

“Hello my lord,” you greeted softly.

His hand reached for yours, and he was quickly reminded that you’d been a captive there, metal cuffs still wrapped around your wrists, rattling as he held you. He felt a pang in his chest, wanting desperately to release you. Every time the thought crossed his mind though, he worried you would run. You didn’t seem like you would try to leave, having become much more docile since your arrival months ago. There was also the glaring fact that you were pregnant, and it wouldn’t be easy for you to get away even if you managed to pass every one of the guards who might see you before reaching the doors of Leto’s home.

There was always that small chance though, no matter how slim, that you would leave. It was a risk he couldn’t afford to take.

He looked back at your body, eyes wide and trained on your stomach. The duke leaned in, kissing just above your navel, a satisfied hum escaping his lungs as he did. It was hard not to like him, and that was what you hated about him the most. The man was dedicated to his people, to his title, and his legacy more than anything. The longer you were around him, and the more time you’d spent under his care, the more you’d begun to understand your purpose within his walls.

The idea of the Harkonnens, or any other house for that matter, claiming the right to Caladan, should House Atreides produce no heir, was a frightful one. He broke you from your thoughts, eyes trailing up your chest and to your eyes. Your breath caught in your throat, he looked so handsome, lips slightly parted with a few stray hairs falling into his dark eyes. Despite holding you captive for the sole purpose of breeding an heir from you, you’d begun to fall for Leto Atreides, against all odds.

“My sweet girl, my darling, you’re doing so well, growing my child in your womb. I couldn’t have asked for a better woman to give me a son, to give House Atreides its heir,” he whispered, cupping your cheek, bringing his forehead to yours. “I’ve been disappointed so many times.”

“Thank you my lo-”

“No sweetheart, no, shh…” he pressed a finger to your lips gently before replacing it with a tender kiss, “you should be worshiped by Caladan, it's people…I want to worship you.”

His hand grabbed at your waist, pulling you against him into a deeper kiss. You felt his growing arousal against your thigh, followed by an involuntary rut of his hips. You whined, trying not to be bothered by the incessant ache in your chest, your engorged tits becoming too heavy and painful to bear. It was hard to focus on the duke’s soothing touch when you felt such discomfort.

He stopped kissing you, looking at you with concern, “are you alright sweet one?” His eyes trailed to your tits, “are they sore? Oh you poor thing.”

You nodded and whimpered, wincing as he pulled one of your straps down and pulled a heavy breast from its confines. Your puffy nipple had a bead of white sitting on it, threatening to trickle down the mound. His pink tongue darted out, lapping up the milk that nearly fell from your breast, and humming in approval of its taste.

“Let me help you my dear,” he said softly, leaning in and latching his mouth over your chest.

You gasped at first, the coarse brush of his beard stinging against the sensitive skin, but it very quickly gave way to a much better, more soothing sensation. You sighed in relief, feeling him suckling at your flesh, drawing out the milk that had been causing your breasts to swell beyond belief. He moaned against your skin, rolling his hips idly as he did. This was very unusual for him, to be so needy and desperate for you, clinging onto your body the way he was.

In the past, Leto would’ve just taken you if he wanted to, but with your body so soft and full with his child, he would resist. Of course he knew you could take it, you weren’t made of glass, but he wanted to give you nothing but comfort, emptying you instead of filling you with more than he already had in the past. He felt your hand reach up and grab the back of his head, delicate fingers massaging between his peppery locks.

“Mm, my darling, so sweet,” he muttered against your tit, a little milk dribbling down his lips.

You felt his hips moving more, now more deliberate before, as though he were accepting of his primal urges to find release, rather than suppress it, but still unwilling to ask you for help.

“It’s alright my lord, you haven’t…mmph…you haven’t been satisfied in some time. Do what you must.”

Even though he was trying to remain stoic and refined, your permission was all he needed to throw all that aside. With his free hand he tugged at his belt, keeping his lips pursed around your nipple as he did. You heard the unmistakable clanking and rattling metal as he found success, pulling the leather from the loops and tossing it to the ground. His dexterous fingers then made quick work of his pants, pulling them to his thighs.

Leto Atreides was a nobleman, not one to give in to such animalistic delights so easily, but something about drinking from your chest, and how perfect you were serving him and his house with your pregnancy made him feral for you. His hands were shaking as he tried to bring his cock to your hole. He’d done it so many times before, why was he struggling now?

“Sir…” you pushed him off your breast, biting your lip at the sight of him as he looked up at you.

His eyes were hooded, milk-drunk and heavy. The lips that had been suckling for a while were now pink, puffy, and covered in a white, glossy sheen. You lifted your leg, sliding yourself into a position that you were both parallel to one another. You wrapped your leg around his hip, angling his fat tip to your slippery entrance.

“You’re too precious, too g-good…oh…” His hips stuttered forward, opening you wide around his cock once again.

You hadn’t been with him in so long, your body had nearly forgotten how to take him. You winced, needing to readjust once again, but he was patient, holding himself flush against your hips while your walls moved aside for his girth. He let out, what sounded like, a low growl as he mouthed at your neglected tit. His hips remained in place, making no attempt to retreat, nor to glide in further. His cock rested there contentedly, throbbing every now and then.

He gulped, humming into your breast as he drank more, the ache in your chest slowly subsiding with every moment that passed. Eventually he moved his hips lazily, pulling back after a time before rolling back forward.

What the duke was feeling with you in that moment was more than a simple sex act. What he felt now was comfort, his cock buried in your soaking, slippery heat, and his lips pursed around your nipple. Leto swirled his tongue in a slow roll over your peaked mound, taking a moment to inhale several shaky breaths before going in for more.

The way he drew more and more milk out of you was causing your body to relax further, your walls becoming more open to his slow movements and deep strokes. A low moan escaped you, forcing his eyes to shoot up, still so dark in their feral hunger. You tugged his hair, forcing him to pull off your breast with a loud pop. Without hesitation, you kissed him, filling your mouth with a combination of your sweet fluids and the duke’s own signature taste

“You’re like no other. Not a day goes by that I don’t want to hold you close sweetheart…”

He brushed his nose against yours, eyes moving slowly from your lips, to your eyes, and back again. A swell of emotion poured through him, his desires going beyond just wanting to give you his seed, but it was something more. Your last name…it was wrong. He never wanted to take a wife, in fact, he’d vowed never to do such a thing, but you’d changed the very fiber of his being from the moment he’d found you.

“After my son is born, I’ll give you the best gift I can, the only gift I can give a woman of such importance…oh my…g…”

The duke lost himself, holding you tightly against him, though careful not to squeeze against your stomach too harshly. His choked moans vibrated against your chest while he filled you, pumping your body with his cum once again. You felt your own climax wash over your body, inspired by his own, drawing everything it could from him as it did, both of you a trembling, moaning mess.

He sighed with contentment after his mind cleared. He looked at you once more.

“I’m going to keep you,” he kissed your lips breathlessly, “I’m going to keep you here with me. I’m going to give you my name, and until the day I die you’ll be mine, my precious thing.” He pecked you again, and then pressed his lips to your stomach.

“I can’t wait to have your name, sir, and to be able to walk around the castle freely,” you said softly.

Leto’s blood ran cold.

Walk around freely…

Perhaps you’d misunderstood him, in fact, he was certain of it. He could see how his words may have been misconstrued. Evidently he would need to be more clear with you. The duke’s gaze darkened when he looked back into your eyes.

“My sweet girl.” He cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead. “Until the day you are barren, I cannot risk any harm to you, nor your body.” His words were chilling, but his gaze was warm.

“You’ll never leave this room, so long as I can help it.”

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sansaorgana · 7 months ago

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THROWN TO THE WOLVES MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Atreides!OC

It’s written as an usual x Reader fic without describing anything about the Reader’s looks but I still classified it as an OC as well since she is Paul Atreides’ half-sister.

BACK TO MASTERLIST || TTTW TAG

» PART I — After receiving the news from the Emperor about moving to Arrakis, Duke Leto suspects the upcoming war with the Harkonnens. His daughter's marriage with the Baron's heir is supposed to create an alliance and ensure his family's safety. Previously sheltered and protected Princess Atreides must now face the harsh reality on her own.

» PART II — Giedi Prime's new na-baroness has a difficult time adjusting to her new life and her psychotic husband's ways. She has to find a strategy to survive amongst the rough and dangerous Harkonnens.

» PART III — Na-baroness finds out a few interesting details about her husband's past as she gets to watch him for the first time in the arena.

» PART IV — Feyd is not as easy to manipulate as his wife wishes. Her sudden change of behaviour leaves him confused. Na-baroness wants to find out why she's not receiving any letters from her father.

» PART V — When Baron Harkonnen breaks the truce with The Atreides family, the new na-baroness is forced to choose a side.

» PART VI — Na-baroness becomes untouchable since she is carrying The Harkonnen heir. Her new status allows her to push her husband's boundaries more fiercely.

» PART VII — Baron Harkonnen throws a celebration in the honour of the na-baroness being pregnant with the heir of his house. Feyd-Rautha's unusual gift for his wife surprises everyone.

» PART VIII — Giedi Prime celebrates Feyd-Rautha's birthday and the hundredth kill in the arena. Meanwhile, na-baroness gets reminded by The Baron who pulls the strings and finds out unpleasant truth about the promise her aunt has given to the Bene Gesserit.

» PART IX — Feyd-Rautha focuses on bringing back the spice production to full efficency while his wife plots against The Baron. The ghosts of her past are haunting her in the Arrakeen Palace where her family lived and died.

» PART X — Muad'Dib's forces attack the palace during the imperial visit on Arrakis. The new Baroness Harkonnen must face her past and choose her future.

» THE GALAXY'S PERSPECTIVE [SEQUEL] — The galaxy's perspective on the new Baron Harkonnen and his wife; their new power, influence and reputation.

» FEYD x READER x PAUL [AU] — Alternate version of the story, in which I explore the dynamic between Feyd, Reader and Paul if the siblings have been in an incestous relationship before.

#anyone still remembers tttw? 🙈#im working on some other stories for this universe so yeah #it needs its own masterlist #tttw

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jolenes-doppelganger · 10 months ago

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Shooting the Messenger

Reverend Mother Jessica Atreides x Fem!Harkonnen Reader

Summary: Following the Battle of Arrakeen, House Harkonnen remains decimated. With Baron Harkonnen’s corpse slowly rotting in the sand and Feyd Rautha thrown amidst a pile of burning bodies, Reader is left with no choice but to hide amidst the rubble of the city in the hope of eventually escaping before being killed. Unfortunately, the bastard child of Emmi Harkonnen finds herself cornered, incapable of escaping from the clutches of the still surviving Atreides clan. (Emmi Harkonnen is the wife of Abulurd Harkonnen, brother to the Baron Harkonnen- NO INCEST!!!!).

Warnings: Dark circumstances (war, murder, death), complimentary Stockholm/Lima syndromes dynamic, grey-morality, abuse of power (Jessica), spitting

A/N: I’ve leaned more into the circumstances of the Dune books, specifically with Alia being born before the Battle of Arrakeen. If pregnant women are your thing, good for you, but I’m not into pursuing a relationship with a woman pregnant with a psychic, talking baby that observes everything going on from inside the womb. (Authored with inspiration and council from @ilovehotactresses- Here ya go buddy). This is all worldbuilding, no sexy times, I apologize. I legit cannot comprehend this woman fucking someone just 'cause she can. More sexy times later, I promise, promise, promise!!

Word Count: 3.3k

House Harkonnen had fallen. Baron Harkonnen was dead. Feyd Rautha, his successor, laid upon a pile of Sardaukar and Harkonnen soldiers, slowly being burned by flames on the sands of the fallen city. You had lost track of Beast Rabban, your oldest half-brother. It mattered not, you hated both of your half-brothers, the dead Feyd Rautha most especially. But regardless of resentment and old wounds, you were left without protection. Finding a dark, well hidden corner of the fallen city was difficult. But you did. Panting, in between collapsing from exertion and crying out of fear, you'd found a corner. Making yourself as small as possible, you covered your ears and froze.

"Reverend Mother, you cannot go into this sector! It is not secured!" a voice echoed down the halls.

"I don't have another option. Alia has spoken to me of her. I must find this remaining vestibule of the Harkonnen throne, the one that remains, the living heir." a voice rasped.

Silence. The room fell silent, and the footsteps disappeared. It must have been an illusion of some sort, a trick of the senses. Those voices and footfalls had been near, therefore the woman who spoke should have been near.

"There you are. Rise."

A force greater than you pulled you up, causing you to put pressure on your lacerated, probably fractured leg. You cried out in pain, but you remained standing.

"Nevermind. Kneel."

You kneeled, the force of your knees on the stone caused white hot pain to flash up your body. Hands cupped your face, pushing back the veil that hid your hair.

"Ahh, so you're half-Harkonnen? The rumours are true.. You're Emmi Harkonnen's bastard, her little mistake." the woman cooed, stroking over the hair repeatedly. "Precious, so precious. You'd make a poor heir. But we have to ensure that, don't we?"

You could only wheeze, looking up at the veiled woman in spite and fear.

"Oh, if you've heard the rumors, you've most certainly heard of my rumored fathers." you managed.

Reverend Mother Jessica drew closer.

"No, I most certainly haven't."

Glaring up at her intentionally, you smirked in recognition of the advantage you had.

"I was supposedly conceived during an Imperial caucus, the product of an affair. But I've heard the whispers. I may have been the product of none other than your deceased Duke Leto."

The slap that landed across your cheeks was resonant, and humiliating. No matter how much pride one has, slaps can never be any less humiliating than nature intends them to be. Tears collect in your eyes from the force, and you're knocked backwards, or to the side, depending on the direction of the slap.

"You will not speak of such things." Mother Jessica seethed.

"It doesn't matter if I was his bastard. This was several years before he met you."

Her hands encircled your throat, and you were met with the steely blue eyes of the Reverend Mother in the flesh.

"Shut your mouth. I have one purpose for you, and if you do not fulfill it, you will find how little life has left to offer you."

"-I'm a bastard child, there was never-"

"Sleep."

Jessica could only look with a mix of relief and victory as the Harkonnen slumped forward, pushed into a dream-like state by her command of the Voice. This child was a fighter, she knew it to be true. But she hadn't slapped the young woman out of spite, or fear, rather it had been merely annoying to suggest she was the Duke's child. Jessica knew her deceased concubine well, she knew that if he had made such a mistake as sleeping with the wife of a royal Harkonnen it would have come out before his death, most certainly under the pressure of the move to Arrakis. Not to mention the child in front of her did not look like her duke. She'd know his features anywhere; they were burned into her soul.

"Pesky, belligerent. More Harkonnen than I'd like to admit." Jessica muttered to herself. "Pick her up and have her treated for her wounds. She is useful, for the time being."

The Sayyadina that surrounded her nodded, and a Fremen soldier appeared, hauling the war-worn woman up, towards a medical unit. Jessica knew that her injuries would not be attended to at all if she did not press the matter, so she ensured that the girl was brought into her chambers, that her Sayyadina would oversee the matter to fruition. In the meantime, she had the council of her child Alia to attend to.

"It is done?" the toddler asked, voice uncharacteristically adult, in a tiny little body of a girl.

"Yes, the Harkonnen bastard will be attended to." Jessica murmured.

Her daughter came forward, crawling into her mother's lap. Regardless of her mental age, the body begged for connection from her mother, the soul too.

"She is more than just a bastard, she could be very useful to Paul's cause." Alia mused, childish voice still containing a hint of a lisp.

Jessica hummed, stroking the blonde curls that were springing from her daughter's scalp.

"How do I manipulate her to our needs?"

Alia furrowed her brow, thinking carefully. It seemed the little girl blessed with such mental and psychic foresight was momentarily at a loss for words, carefully considering her next proposal.

"She is like her brother. She has wounds, desires, all of which are accessed through physicality, through sexual manipulation." the girl spoke.

Jessica looked at her daughter carefully.

"So, I bed her?"

Alia shook her head.

"Seduction comes in many ways. If it pleases you to engage with her like that..." but Alia did not finish the thought. "It is not necessary to go all the way."

Jessica hummed, returning to petting her daughters curls. Upon inspection, they were covered in dirt and sand. It was natural for the Caladan born woman to immediately think of baths, but on Arrakis no such luxury could exist. Her daughter was of the desert, conceived upon Arrakis, of this Jessica was sure. Secondly was the matter of her daughter's strange connection to the sands. Alia smelled of the desert, an eerie quality Jessica could not explain. Truth be told, the warrior-child scared her. The mere toddler, the small body that contained such irreputable wisdom and violence, it was a body that should have glowed with innocence, of mindless naivety.

"Mother, of what do you think?" Alia asked, seemingly sensing the dark, contemplative nature of her mother.

"Of matters that you need not concern yourself with, my daughter." Jessica answered curtly. "... I have but one request. Stop wielding those knives. Your mind is old, but your body is young.."

"-I will be fine." Alia shrugged, hopping off of her mother's lap, walking away.

Watching her daughter display such independence was exhaustingly emotional. Jessica felt the tell-tale sign of her eyes burning, and the willpower it took to restrain the tears that begged to fall was more exhausting than just allowing her body to release a few drops of water. Walking away, Jessica moved towards the body that lay prone some distance aways. Jessica yearned for something to care for, something that needed her, someone that would be loyal, and innocent in the nature of the world in ways that her children could not be. Jessica wanted something to call hers, and hers alone.

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Glowing light burned through the windows of the conquered city of Arrakis. Smoke wafted through the main palace, the smell tinged with burning hair and flesh. It was grotesque, the smell unforgettable. It reeked of murder, of shed blood.

"Ahh, she awakes." a voice purred, hands encircling you, a face coming into focus.

Blue eyes of the desert came into view. Tattoos, marks of prophecy; symbols your mind could not comprehend adorned her face. Hair, brown and dark, hints of grey peppered in amongst the rest of her straight hair.

"Who are you?"

The woman smiled, and her breath was unnaturally odorless. The product of fasting, you assumed.

"You may call me Lady Jessica, if that suits you." the woman murmured. "Or Reverend Mother."

Lady Jessica Atreides, mother of Paul Atreides, the Lisan al Gaib, Muad'dib of the Fremen, prophet, the mind to bridge time and space. The mother of the demon-child Alia, St. Alia of the Knife, abomination, Reverend Mother, that which should have remained unborn. You knew her well. You knew of her hell-spawn, her corruption, her disregard for higher authority. She submitted to her son, but that was an illusion, you assumed.

"No." you rasped. "No, no, no, no!"

Jessica pressed a hand over your mouth, silencing you.

"Shh," she cooed. "No fear, no cries for help. None of it will make a difference for what I have planned for you."

Since you were a child, since before you had the ability to comprehend the complexities of being a Harkonnen, of being a but a half-breed, you'd always known that it had been okay to run to your mother. Scraped knee? Mother. Your older brothers cornering you? Run to mother. Maids jeering and bothering you? Mother. Lonely, scared and wet after an acid polluted thunderstorm caught you and burned your skin red and painful? Mother. It was in these moments of foolish vulnerability that your heart would sing for that connection, that safety. It was futile. Emmi Harkonnen had died years prior.

"Hmm... Alia may have made her first mistake." Jessica mused, dissecting your fearful micro-expressions. "Or only partly right."

Jessica's hands reached up, cupping your face, brushing hair out of your eyes. Thumbs glided over your brows, analyzing your expressions carefully.

"No... You'll be much easier to crack this way..."

Hauling you up and into her arms felt deceptively easy for Jessica. Her body had hardened and grown sinewy with tough, resistant muscle the longer she remained in the desert. She drew you to her breast, resting head in the crook of her armpit. She reeked of sweetness, of sweat long dried, of the unmistakable tang of spice.

"There... Don't fight it, don't try to hide away." Jessica whispered, her breath now sickly sweet, from low-blood sugar, you guessed.

"You need to stop fasting." you murmured. "Your breath is sweet."

Jessica laughed a little, cradling you closer.

"I have complete control of my bodily functions. You need not concern yourself with the matters of my health."

Hands dragged over the cloth clothes the Sayyadina had pulled over you. Bandages covered your body in innumerable places, your leg was especially bandaged, the product of the fracture you'd sustained. Jessica continued stroking your face, pulling you closer, fingers desperately combing through your hair.

"It's been so long since someone's needed me... Even my own daughter outgrew the need for me once she was a year old..." Jessica whispered, her face showing signs of paranoia, of unmistakable jealous rage. "The Bene Gesserit have taken so much from me... My mother first, then my innocence, my connection with my Duke, my son's innocence, the life of my beloved, even my own daughter."

There was a madness in her eyes that could not be explained. She was strong, ruthless, ready to take and take and milk the desert of every last devotion to her cause, to her children that it could offer. But yet with all that work, with all that pain and suffering she'd put forth, her children grew farther apart from her. Jessica grabbed at the Harkonnen woman with desperation, pulling her in as close as their mortal forms could allow.

"No, you will be mine and you will love me."

"Let me go, I want to go home." you protested, trying to wiggle out of the woman's arms.

The madness in her eyes grew brighter, and she smiled obscenely.

"But you are home."

"I live on Giedi Prime." you whimpered.

Jessica let out a laugh so harsh it might have been mistaken for screech.

"Giedi Prime? No child. I could not send you back to your decaying father, to the dark, colorless, soulless world of Giedi Prime. You belong to me now. Arrakis will be your home. Then, one day, when the time comes, you and I will return to Caladan. We will live on the cliffs, the oceans will sing to us, the breeze... We will remember the good days, and make them ours once again..."

The woman in front of you, the woman who cradled you was haunted, deranged in ways that could not be explained. Whether she had been pushed too far by the loss of her house and her beloved Duke, or whether it had been the Fremen Spice Agony that had caused her to be so utterly consumed by her desires, by her visions of Paul and his propheted status as the Lisan al Gaib.

"I want to be close to my mother." you whispered.

This gave Jessica some pause, she stalled her frantic massage of your scalp, your neck, your face.

"I could be your mother, if you wanted." she whispered. "I could be that for you... I could be whatever you needed, just so long as you needed me."

Jessica seemed on the verge of a breakdown of some sort. Whether it would result in violence, in verbal aggression, tears, yelling or complete psychosis, she was close to cracking all the way.

"I just. Need you. To need me." Jessica whispered.

Pity. The first feeling that came over you when she said those words. The woman in front of you was fearsome, yes. But the truth was she was broken. For all the psychic enhancement and wisdom she'd maintained, she was scarred and brutalized, a thing of beauty and willpower turned feral and menacing due to the elements of the desert planet Arrakis. It was a look you'd seen in your mother, days before Feyd had murdered her. An animal cornered, and animal bearing it's teeth and striking out at anything that dared confront it. Fear. For all of Jessica's training and years of containing her fears, she had never conquered one. Jessica Atreides, Reverend Mother and widower of the Duke Atreides, daughter of the Baron Harkonnen, mother of the most fearsome leader of the advanced times was afraid of being abandoned, of no longer being needed.

"... I don't want a mother... I don't think I could bear treating another woman with the same type of affections as I gave my mother."

Jessica's face spasmed in grotesque anger and betrayal.

"But I need someone. And I don't have anyone to turn to."

She swallowed, a vein on her forehead bulging with the stress of containing her emotions.

"I am that person." she rasped, voice coming out in violent puffs of air. "No one else will put up with you, no one else will bother keeping you alive. You are stuck on Arrakis. The Harkonnen troops are dead, Grossu Rabban is dead. No one will come to save you." Jessica sneered, violently digging her hands into your hair. "The Bene Gesserit will abandon Princess Irulan here as the bride of Paul, the Emperor will retreat back to House Corrino with the Bene Gesserit. They will not bother hauling a bastard such as yourself with you."

Her words rang harsh, true. You needed the woman in front of you to survive, and you suspected that without someone to love, to love her back in the ways she needed, she too would find herself irrevocably insane.

"I know."

"Silence!"

Your mouth clamped shut, teeth clacking together aggressively. Jessica let out a low whimper, holding you close. She seemed to be muttering in a foreign language, eyes glazed from effort. It was becoming apparent that Jessica did not have control over her body as she said she did, or, more accurately, she was pushing it to limits that were unsustainable. You managed to reach for a glass of water. Jessica did not notice. Your throat begged for moisture, you needed the water as much as she did, but if she died and you didn't... No one would keep you alive.

"..." you tried to speak, but the command remained.

Bringing the cup to her lips, you managed to coax her into drinking. Jessica's hands flew to the cup, gulping down the water greedily. You suspected it was the first time she'd had water in days. Dates lay on the table. Again you were presented with the dilemma of eating it and fueling your weak body or giving it to the weakened Jessica. You brought the dates to her mouth, one by one until they were gone. She appeared to recover gradually. As her senses came to her, she called out to a Sayyadina, requesting something.

"You are wiser than I thought." Jessica murmured. "I had not realized how long I had been fasting."

The Sayyadina returned with food, hot and earthy smelling. She handed you a bowl, allowing yourself to eat without help. But as you struggled with coordinating in the awkward position, she ultimately grabbed the bowl, spoon feeding you like a child. Water was provided, and the relief it brought was indescribable. Jessica finished her own portion of food, ingesting more water. She appeared to be healthier now, more content and less capable of descending into madness.

"There. Now we are both taken care of." Jessica smiled. "You may speak now, the command only lasts for as long as I wish it to."

You looked around, seemingly looking for something to say to test your ability to speak, but found none. Jessica noticed this, humming appreciatively.

"Alright then, if I must speak first, so be it. You said that you did not need a mother. Of that I can understand, but do not necessarily agree with. Everyone needs a mother figure in their life, until middle adulthood I would imagine. You are young still, you require coaxing, teaching, nurturing."

Jessica's words were wise, of that you could not argue with.

"But you do not wish for a mother figure. I will not press the matter. I will allow you to naturally find that mother figure, but, you will receive all of your needs for companionship, for safety, for community directly through me."

Her words contradicted themselves, but dwelling on it seemed unwise. Jessica leaned forward, searching your eyes with hers in a way that seemed uncannily invasive.

"I'll find exactly how you need me." Jessica whispered. "Don't worry."

Her breath smelled of the curry she'd eaten. It was hot, no longer tinged with sweetness. And her eyes danced in ways that seemed almost provocative.

"... Oh no. I retract my earlier statement. My daughter was right." she whispered, voice a little husky, slightly hoarse.

A hand trailed down your thigh, nails snagging on the thin fabric, making contact with the skin beneath your pants.

"Desire."

The command inflamed your injury-restricted desires, white-hot lust burning through your body in maddening ways.

"Oh, I've always wanted to try that." Jessica smiled, eyes a little manic as she watched heat bloom over your cheeks. "Open your mouth."

It wasn't a direct command infused with the Voice, but in your altered state, it might as well have been.

"Accept the gift of my water." Jessica whispered, spitting into your mouth.

In any other circumstance, the act would have been seen as ridiculously demeaning, but combined with your basic knowledge of Fremen culture and the lust-addled state of your brain, it was enough to cause a slight gasp to fall from your lips. Jessica let out a soft laugh, kissing your cheek forcefully.

"Swallow."

You did as obeyed, her spit sliding down your throat. Jessica caught the motion with her lips, savoring the act.

"Again." Jessica whispered, hand holding your jaw.

Her saliva hit your tongue, and you closed your mouth. You waited for her lips to find your throat before swallowing. Jessica hummed, bringing your body closer.

"Now my water lives inside of you. You'll be mine before you know it."

Slowly, about as slowly as it took for your body to absorb the moisture she'd delivered you, your body stopped desiring. But the humiliation of the act lingered. The claim, the power she had of you, her words. That remained for much longer than you cared to admit.

#lady jessica x reader #lady jessica x you #reverend mother jessica x reader #reverend mother jessica x you #lady jessica #reverend mother jessica #dune #dune part two #rebecca ferguson x reader #rebecca ferguson x you #lesbian #wlw

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vintagegirl01 · 3 months ago

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Sleepless Nights

AU Young Leto Atreides x fem! reader

Summary: As you and Leto are about to engage in a romantic moment together, you both are interrupted by a little lady that has you both wrapped around her finger. Your own daughter.

A/N: This takes place a few years following the events from Lizards and Pumpkins. Although, this can be read as a stand alone story. Hope you all enjoy.

Links to previous stories:

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You and Leto were in the middle of a heated kissing session.

The two of you have been busy with various responsibilities as duke and duchess on top of being parents that there has been little time for you to be intimate with each other. Also, it doesn’t help the matter that you are pregnant. Therefore, more horny than usual.

When he is about to untie the front laces of your nightgown, you both hear a light knock on the door.

Leto pulls away from you grunting. “Let’s pretend we are sleeping.”

You giggle. “What if it’s important? Come on we’ll just have to wait until another time.” You peck his lips one more time to convince him.

Knowing that your word is final, Leto takes his hands off of you and begins to button up his own shirt to look presentable for whomever was interrupting them.

“Yes?”, Leto replied.

The door opens though you see no one until the both of you look down to see Aurora, yours and Leto’s three year old daughter in her green footie pajamas and stuffed bunny in her grasp as she climbs her way onto their bed.

Once Aurora finally gets onto the bed, she makes way to sit between the two of you.

Leto looks at the little girl. “What’s wrong, Aurora? Did you have a nightmare?”

The little girl nods before nuzzling into your pregnant belly. Just like her father, Aurora likes to touch your belly as if to comfort the baby that is within you. Both father and daughter have said that they think this little one inside of her will be a another little girl.

You remember the first time you found out you were expecting. Though Leto had told you that he’d be happy with whatever gender the baby turned out to be, just as long as they were happy and healthy, a part of you still thought that he’d secretly want to have a son.

However, the moment you saw the way he looked at your daughter as the medics handed her to him told you everything he told you was true. And since then, it’s been wonderful to see him interact with your daughter. Your husband was simply meant to be a father to daughters.

You wrap an arm around your little girl. “Perhaps she can sleep with us tonight, my love.”

Leto agrees instantly and pulls the sheets over the three of them. Noticing that Aurora has yet to speak about the nightmare she had, Leto decides to tell his daughter a story to help ease her mind and get her to sleep. The story of how you two fell in met and fell in love.

In no time, the little girl is asleep with her bunny tight in her grasp. You and Leto are left to bask in each other’s love as neither can believe that they have had these last few years of love and happiness together. Hoping that there will be more to come as your family continues to grow.

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multific · 2 years ago

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Poison

Leto Atreides x Reader

Warnings: mention of poisoning and medical stuff (I’m not a doctor so there could be mistakes)

Summary: Leto received the bad news during a meeting, the doctor rushed in asking to speak with him and Paul. Leto knew this couldn't mean any good. And it didn't.

He felt the word wash over him like cold water.

Poisoned.

Something he feared his entire life. Someone got into his house, his bedroom and tried to take the only thing that made it a home.

Paul was quicker to react than his father, upon hearing the news of your poisoning, something in him switched.

"Find the person responsible! I need to know who did this to my mother!" he said to his most trustworthy. They knew better than to question, so off they went.

Paul turned to his father.

"Sir, we need to go to Mother and make sure she's okay."

"Your Highness," the doctor behind him spoke and both men looked at her. "She is better, fortunately, she only consumed the smallest amount, however, this is a great risk for the baby."

Baby?

The shock on their face said it all. Neither of them knew, and the doctor felt a tiny bit guilty for sharing the news you kept secret.

"I-I Sir, she... she needs to rest, it is for the best for both of them. I apologize." and with that, the doctor was walked away.

Leto looked at his son, who then looked at his father.

"Whoever did this, they'll pay." is what Leto said before his feet quickly moved to you, Paul followed him.

You were in a bed, awake but very tired as a nurse gave you some water.

"Leave us." the Duke ordered and the nurse rushed out of the room.

"Mum, how are you feeling?" asked a worried Paul who as soon as the nurse left became a scared child. A child afraid to lose his mother.

"I'm a lot better than I was a couple minutes ago. Did the doctor talk to you?" both nodded. Paul reached out for your hand. You weakly squeezed it.

"So you both know." another synchronized nod. "I wanted to tell you both tonight. And now I can't leave the bed." you let out a sigh.

"It's more important that you are okay." spoke Paul as he sat down on the side of your bed.

You didn't know what else to say, they both knew about the poison and about the baby. You reached your hand out for Leto who took it, and this is when he let himself break for a moment. He sat down next to you on the bed, facing Paul and kissed your forehead.

"I will find whoever did this."

"I know you will. But I don't want you to leave, at least not today, I need you both here with me, in case I... in case I lose the..." you couldn't finish the sentence, and you certainly didn't want to. Losing this child would break your heart. Yes, you were older now, and the doctor did mention some risks with that but you wanted the baby.

"You are not going to." said Paul. "You are a very strong woman, I know you won't lose them." you smiled at Paul.

"Thank you."

And they stayed. Leto stayed for the rest of the day, but the next morning, he left to find out the news. Paul left during the day when they found the person responsible.

You knew they had to deal with that.

And while they were gone, the doctor came into your room.

"I see you look much better, Your Highness. I ran the tests I told you about. All came back, the results are very positive. Looks like the amount of poison you consumed didn't affect the baby, your body saved the little one and absorbed all of it. Which explains why you were in a bad shape when you didn't even consume as much. I wouldn't say we are completely in the clear just yet, but it is looking very good."

"Thank you." and with that, she left, leaving you to rest. You slept a couple hours when the doctor came back and had a wheelchair.

You used it to get out to the balcony.

"Fresh air will be good for you." the doctor said as she helped you into the chair.

You missed your boys, but you knew they needed to take care of things, and you really enjoyed the sun on your skin.

"Mum?" Paul nearly fainted when he entered the room and you weren't in bed, but then he soon saw you out on the balcony.

"You are back early." you said as you shifted a little to look at them.

"What are you doing?"

"The doctor had good news, my tests came back and apparently everything looks really good. She got me this chair so I could sit out here." you avoided the question, you didn't want to know who did it. Leto knew that, Leto knew you rather not think about it, so, he just let you know, it all had been dealt with, just by a simple squeeze of his hand and a kiss on your forehead.

"We are both fine," you said, reassuring him. "Both the baby and I are completely fine." and he nodded.

They moved you back to the bed, and while Paul went to get something to eat Leto joined you in bed, running his hands up and down your sides and over your belly.

"We are going to have another little one." you said and he smiled. You moved closer to him, placing your head into his neck.

"I hope it's a girl." he suddenly said, making you chuckle.

"And why is that? You rather deal with men coming to court her?"

"I wish for a daughter so she could carry your beauty. Paul should thank you for his good looks as well." he said.

"Says the incredibly handsome man... I do want a daughter as well though, not like I'd mind another boy, it's just... I want to braid her hair and put her in pretty dresses." Leto nodded, completely understanding your point. "But as long as they are healthy, I'm not complaining." you said and that line really reminded him of when you were pregnant with Paul.

The entire house wanted a boy to carry the name, and all you could think about was the health of your child.

When Paul returned, he found the two of you in the middle of a kiss. Oh, just how he wished to have the same love you two shared. He smiled as he quietly made his way out of the room, leaving his parents just for a couple more minutes.

"I love you so much." you said when he finally let you breathe. You cupped his cheek, feeling the bread under your skin as you smiled.

"I love you too, My Queen." he said as he ran his hand over your stomach once more. You placed your forehead against his as he took you in. Breathed you in.

They tried to take you from him, they tried to take his unborn child from him. They broke into your home and tried to ruin it.

Spies.

But Leto dealt with them, brutally at that.

Because no one messes with the house of Atreides. But especially no one messes with his wife and children.

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supernovafeather · 2 years ago

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Hi! i love your writing and I was wondering if you could write a leto atriedes fic where the reader is a princess from another planet and they get arranged married, the reader wants him to be loyal and that clashes with jessica, the reader runs away, finds out she’s pregnant, the maids inform leto, he finds her, reader has another guy that likes her and leto hates that and tells her he wants only her and that he’ll do better?? i hope it’s not too much hehehe thank you in advance <<3

Thank you for your message and here is your fic, enjoy !

Sour Reality

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Content : toxic relationship, arranged marriage, cheating (both sides), pregnancy, couple arguments, angst.

For the fourth day in a row, you don't leave your secondary quarters. The difference with the main ones is that it's made for you and you only. Not so secret as anyone close to the House Atreides could tell where they are situated in the castle but at least this is where you can find some peace or at least try to tame some inner conflict.

Your main goal was to stop seeing your husband. This might sound something a coward would do but that wasn't even the question. For someone claiming caring about his family and the honor of his House he clearly didn't show much care in his actions. This was not a marriage of love. You were aware of that, him as well. And yet that man dares to let his duty aside to go see his beloved Lady Jessica. He fucks you then goes to see her, certainly to seek that love he misses. And you in all that ? Does he think you are not lacking of love in all that story ? He is not the only one that had to leave a partner behind.

Laying on your bed with your hair still wet from your shower, you watch the sun rising from behind the curtains.

"My Lady." The only maid you kept by your side calls you before standing next to your bed. "Are you feeling any better ?"

"No. No I'm not."

Was she talking about your mental health ? Your nausea ? Your insomnia ? Good question, not that you cared enough to look for a better answer. Everyone was going downhill anyway. They made you believe you would live in a dream thanks to that wonderful and perfect man. What a joke.

"Please my Duchess, have a seat so I can give you your breakfast. I made sure the cook used the best food available."

She's nice and genuinely concerned unlike to all those idiots. But the mere mention of food upsets your stomach and you sit up on the edge of your bed, a hand rubbing your belly through your top as you take deep breaths.

"I won't eat anything for now. I can't."

"As you wish my Lady."

A part of you wanted that morning sickness to be caused by some nocturnal adventure with that mysterious and seductive man you spent the night with after you ran away from your husband. But in all honesty it was obvious that this potential pregnancy was the consequence of your marital duty. Why couldn't you be some sterile Duchess that would have to accept a divorce in favor of another woman ? Why can't life stop being the ruthless bitch she is ?

"I am worried for your health my Lady." She confesses as you stand up cautiously. "If you feel so tired maybe you should try to eat and rest a little. You look exhausted. Things could get better after this."

"It won't solve pregnancy symptoms." You protest quietly without paying attention to her shocked face. "The best I can do is wait for it to be over."

"Oh is... is Duke Leto aware of it my Lady ?"

"No. He's not. But I guess you won't keep your mouth shut ?"

She lowers her gaze nervously and you sigh as you walk slowly towards your bathroom.

"Go tell him. He's the father after all. Or the impregnator depending on how you see things." You scoff.

"Is he the father ?"

"He is. No mistake possible. I already had symptoms."

You can't hold back any further and run the rest of the distance before emptying your stomach from some acid and saliva. There's not much to get rid off. Your morning sickness have been extremely present all day long for the past few days. How lucky you are to be in that situation with a difficult pregnancy ahead. At least you are generous for letting Leto have fun with his witch whore. You are definitely too good for this world.

The day after you wake up in the dark of your bedroom. Eyes closed, you try to understand what woke you up. No nausea for now, it's not your maid.

Then the knocks on your door resume.

"My Lady. I need to talk with you."

Here he is. After almost a week he comes to you. Must have felt tired of his brief break from reality.

You stand up, and open the door after he knocked again. His uniform is perfect, as well as his dark-haired beard and his curls are still in place. The only details betraying some disturbance are his frown and serious eyes.

"One of your maids told me you were sick and I.."

"Yes I'm pregnant."

He winces and lowers his gaze to your belly. Even without any exterior sign of pregnancy he can certainly tell it is true. Between your face and the fact that you are still wearing your nightgown there must be no doubt remaining.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"That kind of things happens when you ejaculate in someone. There's no sorry to say."

Your blunt comment isn't an enjoyable surprise for him and suddenly, his face falls into some despair you would call similar to yours.

"May I come in ?"

You let him in, turning the lights on with a sigh. You wanted to sleep, not to deal with all that stuff.

"I'm sorry about everything." He precises as he turns to you with a guilty look. "Our marriage started in the worst way possible and I betrayed your trust and our union."

"Did she tell you I had sex with someone else ?"

"She did." He growls with a dark gaze. "She did tell me bit I was fully aware of this and that man is not a problem anymore."

This sends cold goosebumps all over your already feverish body. Leto is not that kind of tyrant, right ? You may not trust him in your personal life but at least he is a honorable man whenever it comes to his duty.

"He's dead ?"

"No but he should be." He groans with his chin up and a defiant glare. " I exiled him with no possibility of returning. He had no excuse and knew who you are. According to him he really liked you."

"Lady Jessica doesn't have an excuse neither. Why don't you send her away too ?"

"You did that to hurt me with a man you don't even know because you needed to feel like a spoiled brat tortured by life. I did that because I am a man mourning a serious relationship that got to end precociously."

You snort and walk up to him, now unbothered by his displeased gaze. He's not dangerous.

"How dare you, you, Leto Atreides, tell me that it's not the same ? We both broke our marriage vows. You did. I don't have to forgive you, nor to forget about it."

"Me neither. I don't even know if my potential future heir is mine or not."

"It's our future child. Be sure of that. I regret it's not a bastard."

Anger makes him open his mouth before he manages to break your eye contact to calm down.

"As I said, I am sorry. And whether you trust me or not I didn't have any other involvement with Lady Jessica in the past few days."

"Not even tearing up goodbyes as you give up on her for your betrayed wife ? I'm disappointed."

It stings him, he wants to get rid off that rage filling him up. How hard he wants it.

"You are my wife and I am your husband." He says before looking at you again. "I know I hurt you and I sincerely apologize about it. My relationship with Jessica was serious and I was planning on marrying her before I had to marry you. She was the woman of my life. I hope you understand that I can't mourn her and what she has been for me in only two months."

Seeing him on the verge of tears and shaking with rage is unsettling so you walk away not to let any chance to remorse to bite your heart.

"You should have learnt to mourn her before burying any potential genuine relationship that could have bloomed between us."

"There is nothing to bloom and you know it."

"So your Atreides pride is not sufficient all of a sudden ? That was not a problem to breed me. Tell me, are you the kind of man ready to abandon their child because they want to make life impossible for his wife ?"

"What are you on about ?" He finally raises his voice as offence is written all over his face. "Why do you think I would try to hurt our child because of our mutual decisions ? I let you alone despite knowing what you did with that man because I didn't want you to feel too hurt. No matter what I would have done you would have found a way to make it sound like I did it to torture you. I know how it feels to get cheated on in case you suddenly forgot."

"Tell me : if I was unable to give you a child and more specifically an heir, would have you dumped me already for her ?"

He doesn't answer right away. Your calm voice and tears might have calmed him down as soon as they appeared.

"You are my wife. I won't."

"Do I exist to give you a child ? Or do I exist because..."

"You are my wife and you are pregnant. That won't happen. Nothing else is going to happen. I spent the last few days to talk to Jessica about her and me. Nothing else happened this time. You are the only one I want."

"You don't want me, stop that. At least be honest with me if you think we can start over."

Your stomach begins to misbehave again and you rub that part slowly, shutting Leto's mouth by doing so.

"I'm tired." You sigh. "I'm not ready to have that kind of conversation. It's just a nonsense."

"We need to talk." He says more softly as he comes back next to you. "At least for the kid. I won't force you to love me just as much as I hope you won't try to force me to love you."

"Do I sound like someone trying to force you to anything ?"

"I will never do that again. We are having a child. You are an Atreides, and this kid will be one. I am loyal to my family. Are you going to be loyal as well ?"

His gaze is dark. Full of sorrow and warning.

"Remain loyal and I'm going to remain loyal as well." You say coldly.

"Flirt, kisses and sex only between us. You are mine and I am yours."

"Indeed."

He nods at your agreement and you are tempted to shake his hand like you would with an associate. This is when you notice how far away you are from the actual loving family you had dreamed of.

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ophelialoveshandsomemen · 3 years ago

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A december writing challenge that I will try. If you want to send me one of Oscar Isaac’s characters and a day to write for, go ahead! If I don’t get any prompts, I will be writing my own choices. Ask me if you wanna be tagged!

Female reader or GN reader only please!

I’m more comfortable with female reader, but I can easily write gender neutral. Male reader, however, I am NOT comfortable writing for too many reasons to state here.

Just a warning, I’m not big on cities, so this will feature mainly rural/country settings.

Warning. There may be religious themes in some of these, which I will tag accordingly.

** indicates smut, both light and heavy.

Day 1 - Baking || Vanilla, sprinkles, and chocolate flavored kisses. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader)

Day 2 - Frozen Lake || Cold hands, Scarves, and Snow.(Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader) **

Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, warm hands, and soft smiles.(Abel Morales x fem!reader)**

Day 4 - Cozy Cabin || Patterned rugs, soft blankets, and warm baths.( Santiago Garcia x wife!fem!reader)

Day 5 - Fire Places || Fuzzy socks, soft rugs, and hands intertwined.(Pt.2! Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader .sequel to You’re handsome with snowflakes in your beard.)

Day 6 - Blanket Fort || Fluffy pillows, movies, and snacks(Modern!Poe Dameron x pregnant!fem!wife!reader)

Day 7 - Catching a cold || Tissues, savory soup, and cuddles.(Llewyn Davis x fem!reader)

Day 8 - Snowed In || Candles, snow drifts, and quiet.(Mikael Boghosian x fem!reader)

Day 9 - Sledding || biting wind, cold noses, and laughter(Laurent Leclaire x fem!reader. Canon era.)

Day 10 - Winter Market || Murmuring crowds, rows of stalls, and the smell of food.(Blue Jones x gn!reader)

Day 11 - Snowball Fight || Heavy breathing, footprints in the snow, and warm hugs.( Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 2! sequel to Kisses of Chocolate.)

Day 12 - Lonely || Gloomy skies, soft blankets, and a warm fire. ( William Tell x fem!reader)

Day 13 - Warm Bath || Bubble bath, soft music, and gentle hands. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 3! )

Day 14 - Homemade Meal/Cooking || Savory spices, hot meals, and family. (Mikael Boghosian x wife!reader)

Day 15 - Sleigh Ride || Sleigh bells, foggy breath, and the smell of cedar.(Nathan Bateman x fem!reader)

Day 16 - Mistletoe || Warm lights, smoke, and friends.(Jonathan Levy x fem!reader)

Day 17 - Gingerbread || Icing on their cheek, smell of cinnamon, and playful kisses.

Day 18 - Sunsets || Golden hour, towering pine trees, and warm coats.

Day 19 - Movie Nights || Laughter, snacks, and cuddles. (Nathan Bateman x fem!reader.)

Day 20 - Hiking || Rough ground, crisp morning air, and sunrises.

Day 21 - Sweaters || Cozy feelings, goosebumps, and comforting hands.

Day 22 - Unique Traditions || Smiles, acceptance, and making memories.

Day 23 - Proposal || Nerves, candles, and a tasty meal.

Day 24 - Holiday Traffic || Car horns, comforting words, and snow.

Day 25 - Lazy Mornings || Soft blankets, familiar arms, and the morning light.

Day 26 -Furry Friends || Shining eyes, the pitter - patter of paws, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Day 27 - Roasting Marshmallows || Roaring bonfires, laughter of friends, and gooey marshmallows.

Day 28 - Huddle for Warmth || Warm bodies, steady breaths, and comforting feelings.

Day 29 - Holiday Lights || Holiday music, bright colors, and joy.

Day 30 - Fireworks || Loud booms, sparkling light, and a breathtaking kiss.

Day 31 - Wild Card || write anything you want!(Victoriano ‘El Catorce’ Ramirez x fem!reader)

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supernovafeather · 2 years ago

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Hi there! Can you make a fic where there is a love triangle between Duke Leto, the reader and Paul? Like Duke and Reader have a political marriage and there’s huge age gap and only a few years older than Paul.

Duke Leto was nice but distant because it’s political marriage and reader is very innocent and naive. Leto secretly attracted to reader but want to take it slowly but reader read it as Leto not wanting/ desiring her because of Lady Jessica

While Paul comforts reader, being a friend and welcoming as his new step-mom but he unconsciously falls for reader

Lady Jessica was supportive of the marriage because it is a duty. She’s civil to reader not cold nor warm.

Lady Jessica notices Paul’s attraction to reader so she warns Paul to stay away coz it’ll cause a political conflict and the father son relationship. Paul obviously refuses

Somewhere around, Duke Leto and reader admit their feelings do some nsfw and become more affectionate

Paul sees and become obsessed of reader wanting to be the Duke to make reader his

Yeah I know its super long but I love your writing and I know you’d make an art out of thus mess of a plot and if you do this request I’ll love you more

Thanks a honey bunch

I am so sorry for that long delay. I got stuck with the length of it for tumblr several times but managed to shorten it as much as possible. Hope you'll like it ! 😊

Illusional Peace

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Paul Atreides x F!Reader

Content : arranged marriage, age gap, mention of sexual themes, jealousy, love confession, mutual pining, dark!Paul, angst, fluff.

Words : ~2000

Many envy your role as the new Duchess of Caladan. Power, wealth, your husband. Those are the main reasons. Add the easy access to knowledge, travel and food and you get the full portrait of their desires.

How much they wish to possess all that especially at your age. A young grown up that got lucky to marry Leto Atreides himself. It was a dream for you at first. Yes he was much older than you but courteous, patient, easy to talk to. Handsome, charming even. The protective aura around him had been what made you feel safe.

Your role being to bring him heirs despite the fact that he already had one, you thought it would be easy to spend nights in his company. After all aren't the older men all so keen to have sex with younger wives ? Apparently this was a myth. Nothing between you ever happened. Kisses, yes but nothing more. Sexual frustration and hurt ego are getting hard to bare and sometimes you come to regret not marrying some more pervert man. But with this Lady Jessica around, the mother of his heir... could you even stand a chance ? You want passionate kisses not a quick peck in the morning before the leaves for the rest of the day. You want some manly hands grabbing you to throw you onto your bed as this rumoured uncontrollable heat gets your loud moans off your mouth. You want your husband to show arousal if he can't express a love he doesn't feel.

Fortunately, you find some comfort around Paul, his only child. A grown up as well, yet younger than you by a few years. Your habit during your free time is to go see him in his quarters officially to learn to know him but in reality it's more to learn about everything in general. You came here to get pregnant and bring peace and prosperity to your planet so no one really bothered to explain military and cultural matters to you before. You hope your efforts are going to get acknowledged by Leto one day.

"So... It's how books were conceived at that time ?"

"Yes." He confirms as he downloads another hologram. "It was traditional, created by a few artisans from the old cities before getting transfered to the courts and gaining its noble aspect."

"I see." You mutter as you don't leave your eyes from the letters engraved on the image. "I saw several in one of your father's bookshelves. The red ones."

"Yes he loves those ones. They're mostly about geography if I remember well. Geopolitics certainly too."

Knowledge is both demanding and rewarding. With Paul you already feel more at an equal level and his benevolence to help you is refreshing. In himself Leto doesn't refuse to teach you but he is so busy everywhere else that you are not willing to waste his time. He doesn't even want to touch you much so spend the energy to teach you such ancient things ? He still makes interesting conversations and you do think you managed to get his interest a few times with your statements. He's not mean to you, not on purpose.

"Thank you for your help Paul." You always end up to say as you are about to leave his chambers. "And thank you for being patient as well."

What you don't know is that your will to learn doesn't go unnoticed by Paul. You bound so fast thanks to those brief windows of time that you merely have the opportunity to feel grateful. Leto being so distant distracts you too much to notice the pair of hazel eyes following you everytime you join him for your unofficial lessons. Paul watches you, listens to you with a great joy. First he noticed your need to blend in his legacy, culture, planet. Then how charming and beautiful you are once feeling comfortable enough to express yourself more. His admiration grows into fondness. Fondness into instinctive protection despite his lack of legitimacy as your official stepson. Then he feels jealousy whenever he sees you in his father's company.

Sometimes, you make encounters you are not willing to have. Especially when they are linked to your deepest fears. This is what happens when you cross the former concubine's path for example.

"Good evening Lady Jessica." You say politely as you leave Paul's room one day.

"Good morning Duchess." She answers.

This woman has always been civil towards you. Despite the lack of obvious resentment coming from her you can't tell she appreciates you. Maybe she only respects you thanks to your role. If in private you wish to show her how proud you are to have married Leto... in her presence this is completely reversed. She should have been his Duchess. It was obvious. Dignity. Culture. Charisma. Their age gap being minimal compared to yours. Their heir. You are already relieved that she doesn't want to play the fake friend with you.

"Paul has told me about your lessons together and I wanted to congratulate you for your will to learn even more than what got planned after your arrival on Caladan." She explains with a neutral face. "This comforts me in my decision."

"Thank you for your words my Lady." You reply with a half-bow you shouldn't feel obligated to do. "It means a lot to me to do my best here."

Her eyes are always so calculating around you and yet in every gesture you can sense both of this gentleness and firmness in her. No wonder why Leto fell for her so many years ago. Maybe things never really changed between them. This castle is still her home. She gave her agreement for the marriage after Leto asked her consent. She would have been so much better than you in your role.

"Mother ?"

You both turn towards Paul that just walked out of his room, his smile illuminating his face. Briefly. It disappears for some reason and you are quick to see the cold face Jessica is wearing.

"My son. I need to talk about something in private, about your lessons."

"Of course Mother..?" He articulates with an hint of tension.

Despite her cordial goodbye to you, you feel that lump forming in your throat as they walk away from you. You were right to think it was about you as Jessica closes the door.

"Paul. We have already talked about this." She starts as she turns to face him. "Be careful with what you are doing."

She does her best to keep a calm voice despite her hands folding and unfolding the front of her dress nervously. Paul has the same eyes as his father, and seeing them getting angry at her doesn't make her feel better.

"Mother, she wants to learn. She is the new Duchess, I can't tell her that I don't want her."

"The problem is the way you want her. You are a future Duke, and the son of your father. You are his blood and his flesh."

"I don't want her in any bad way how many times will I have to tell you ?" He sighs as he rubs his exasperated face. "I am an adult and I would never dishonor Father, you or her in such a way."

"Please Paul, please, I beg you not to do or say anything wrong or that could get misunderstood for something else." His mother shifts nervously on her feet as she takes her son's face between her hands. "Please try to work on your feelings. I can see it's not easy for you. I know she is around your age and that you appreciate her but nothing is possible between you. Do you understand ?"

"I do Mother. I do."

She noticed it with all the pain of the world. She was keeping an eye on you, the young new and beautiful Duchess coming here out of nowhere. Cautious to anticipate any disrespect from you towards the House, to her son or former concubine. Any knife hidden behind your back to gain even more power, any viper tongue spreading lies, any greed that would destroy this family further. But no. She had witnessed Leto starting to appreciate your presence, the longing gazes he had been sending you recently the more you started to open up together. She felt that enraged remorse at the thought of this marriage you must have brought to your sheets dozens of times since then to conceive other heirs. And even worse, she witnesses her poor son falling harder and faster than that. Leto has the experience to control himself but Paul ?

While she is trying for the hundredth time to keep his distance as much as possible, things are changing for you. In the intimacy of your room you see this pair of eyes getting closer as your husband paces towards you, his hands holding yours.

"I am sorry for making you feel this way my dear." He whispers.

"I'm the one that started to overthink about everything my Lord. I am the one that should feel sorry." You chuckle between two sobs. "We are married. I shouldn't doubt of your loyalty. It's a disgrace from me."

"I sworn loyalty to you. I married you and I am a man respecting his promises." He claims with a comprehensive grin. "You are my wife and I would never come back to her. I made my choice both for my family and my planet. I decided I would marry you, and I ended up loving you and desiring you as well despite your fears."

The series of kisses on your forehead then cheeks get slowed down as soon as they get closer to you chin. This area always remained untouched by his lips, the sensuality of his contact exploding as his tongue slide from there to your neck before getting joined by his lips as well. Maybe this is his desire finally growing obvious to you or the brutal surge of love for him you have felt at his confession but you feel so lightheaded that you don't feel as shy as anticipated. Yes you try to hide your moans and arousal as well as breasts and entrance at first but Leto knows what feels good and you are quick to succumb. You that have grown eager to share such moments with your husband welcomes him warmly, your shy smile meeting his shameless pleasured sighs and moans as he looks down at you.

The following days you get closer to Leto, this irrational joy overwhelming you any time you get to spend time with him. You respect the etiquette indeed but... your interest in him reached new highs. For once, everything sounds great, colorful despite the rain outside. You take any opportunity to lock your arm with his, your gaze, your fingers without getting perceived as an annoying young lady enamoured with the love of her life. It is pure, it is genuine and shared.

Paul does his best. He truly does. But some horrible thoughts start to root in him as sourness fills his soul. He could be the one holding you with love but that stupid fate and politics decided to bound you to his father. What a tragedy. What if he could have kept his mother as his mother and get married to you instead ? What is that injustice ? Why can't he feel that joy of love with anyone ? His father managed to live such a strong experience at least twice but he is certain your presence is never going to equalize Lady Jessica's. You are not made to be his father's wife. This is when for the first time his thoughts wander so far off this world that he feels disgusted. It's not greed or hunger for power that make him impatient to become a Duke himself. It's what he identifies as love. He still loves his father but... but still.

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supernovafeather · 2 years ago

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Ok, I’m back now lol.

So, may I please request a sequel to Sour Reality, in which either even during the pregnancy, Leto still favours Lady Jessica over the reader and then the reader escapes to be with her lover who is willing to take care of the baby and her

The reader and Leto have a slow burn start to their relationship in which at first, they see it as a duty to remain together and then they slowly, but surely fall in love, idk how Lady Jessica will feel about that one though lol

Whatever you can do with it! I’m just very interested in a sequel because your writing is so good

Thankssss!

Sorry for the wait, here it is ! 😊

Sour Reality (Part 2)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Content : pregnant!reader, mention of past cheating (both), hurt/comfort, nudity, mention of sexual elements.

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Link to PART 1

It has been strange to see the gazes following you only due to this belly swelling under the fabrics of your clothes. Is their joy at the announcement of your pregnancy directed to you, or to themselves ? After all you getting a child with your husband is reassuring. They have felt the tension raging in your couple, gazes more similar to swords clashing than to love letters.

Leto. From what you know he has turned into a reliable partner. Jessica never came too close to your couple and he didn't tend to disappear anymore to slip in her sheets. Marital duty is possible, at the price of accepting it to be more a display of will to fight than anything else. The best way to start it is by arguing loudly before your mutual inflated egos stop playing with words to to play with each other's bodies.

You. Without pretending to be perfect you see yourself as superior. You are carrying a future child, cheated only once on your husband that betrayed you five times with his former concubine from what he had told you. In bed, you let him take you, staring at the ceiling as you listen to his sighs and your hand in his curls. Yes you love the way he glares at you with a hateful gaze during his thrusts. It changes from the puppy eyes he sends you when you abuse him verbally.

"There is nothing healthy."

Stating the obvious became a habit of his when you lay next to each other in your bed. Leto is not a man that likes to waste his time with that kind of thing but if it can help his House, then he does it. But really, what is it going to change ?

"I know," you answer annoyed in the dark, "I won't fix it. It's impossible."

"I think it is," he whispers, "we are already doing better."

"Yeah listen to us. Wonderful."

He sighs and you take a deep breath as you feel his hand violating your personal space to caress your belly gently.

"I want it to work better before the baby's arrival. Not necessarily full of love between us. But at least for him or her."

"I've promised you I wouldn't use our baby as a weapon against you. I'm not that kind of person misguided with pettiness." You snarl.

Leto retrieves his hand without a word but you can feel him not moving on the mattress. His body must still be turned towards yours. To be honest you miss this peaceful intimacy between you but it's just too much.

"Have you thought of a name ?" He asks.

You open your eyes in the dark, narrowing them as you think of his question.

"No ? Not yet no."

"I've been thinking of a few ones. What about combining some from both of our families ?"

That is not the right moment to discuss about it. Your back hurts, you are exhausted, the food served for dinner was tasteless after hours of craving these precise ingredients. Everything is disappointing, people tend to alternate between admiration for your condition and disdain because they think you can't move at all. And yet, you take another deep breath. Leto is willing to make things work. Try.

"What do you mean by combining names ?"

As you turn your head to his side of the bed you feel the faint breeze of his breath caressing your lips. He must be closer than expected, or leaning towards you.

"First name from one of our ancestors. Middle name from the other's ancestor. So our child can actually identify to both branches and know that despite everything we love him or her."

A lump forms in your throat. Everyday you wonder how beautiful his genuine care and love for his future child would have been in a happy couple. You don't think it comes from any hormonal changes. You are just so tired of constant fights.

"Yes. Sounds great."

"What kind of education would..."

"It's late. I'm not in the mood to talk about education or plan the next two decades." You scoff.

"Sorry. I get it. It's just that I want it to go as smoothly as possible."

He dares to get closer, his warm body embracing yours as you welcome him with your hands caressing his skin blindly. As much as you wish to keep on despising him, this hateful flame got severely weakened at the sight of his multiple attempts to establish a peaceful relationship between you. Of course you have tried too but less.

"No." You say firmly as you rest your hands on his chest. "Stop it."

He freezes and rolls to the side, leaving you alone for now with a silence lasting for a dozen of seconds.

"I'm sorry."

He's weak. He has turned so week now, why couldn't you get married to a stupid egoistic caricatural man, a greedy one that would leave you alone instead of trying to make you feel like you are still a part of his House ? Better know you are here to be used and not to be loved instead of stagnating in this equation that can't be answered.

"Do you love me ?"

Your question gets all his attention. When he sits up the sheets move, and the sound of his palm rubbing his face up and down several times makes you miss those simpler days.

"I do." He says.

"Say the truth."

"Despite what I've done I am not a liar on this kind of things. I love you, I do. I don't know how to show it but it doesn't stop me from trying to express it. And you ? Do you love me ?"

"I do."

A groan escapes your lips as the lights get turned on, your eyes blinking in an irritated reflex as you sit up. It takes you time to acclimate to the sudden brightness. His greying hair is as messy as the way you let it earlier, his plump lips pouting in the middle of his beard. The brown eyes you love so much to drown into are staring. Your nudity doesn't entice him. After so many years spent at focusing on his priorities he is not easily distracted.

"You don't ask me much if I'm ready or not to get touched." You mumble.

"Once you say you love it when I touch your belly without asking, then another time I should not do that, then it's right again, then you complain when I don't do it. Same when I try to take your hand in public. Sometimes you just look at me like you are going to murder me for no reason. I'm lost when it comes to you."

"Betrayal is not something easy to erase from one's memory you know."

"I know how that feels." He says between his clenched teeth.

You look away, ready to argue back before jolting in surprise at the sudden kick coming from the inside of your belly. After ignoring his question you look down at the small bump appearing next to your fingers. This time you cry for good. You can't handle all of that plus your child making his presence known for the first time without involving a medical visit.

"It hurts." You sob as you wait for the next punch. "It's so beautiful he's there."

"What ? You're going to give birth," he asks with a worried voice, "do you feel it already ?"

"No I feel him or her whatever, he punches me like I needed that."

Maybe you like Leto's presence after all as he sits by your side and touches the spots moving under the baby's gestures. If his smile is genuine so are your tears melting joy and mental breakdown.

"I want to sleep tonight I'm so tired." You whine before pressing against Leto's chest. "I love him but I don't want to get kicked from the inside all night I don't like it."

"Is it that horrible ?"

He shuts his mouth at the death glare you send him, and rather than making things worse you tolerate the way he has to "play" with the areas kicked. Is it a foot or a hand that just showed ? You don't know and you don't really care to know. Now your sobs are getting worse, and mostly because you are getting emotional.

"I thought I had lost everything but here you are responding to our child," you sob loudly as Leto tries to embrace you, "why can't I even react normally ?"

"You're normal honey don't worry. You are getting tired, it must hurt. Do you want me to call the doctor ?"

"I need to take a shower and dress first." You mumble.

You got told that having the baby kicking was a matter of days but you never imagined something like this. At least maybe this will be enough to make your relationship easier.

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supernovafeather · 2 years ago

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Conflicted Future (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Content : smut, unprotected sex, dom! Leto, pregnant!reader, mutual pining, love confession, friends to lovers, language, dirty talk, fluff, angst.

Leto Atreides doesn't get upset easily, but you changed everything not even by intending to do so.

One day you were a competent Colonel following orders like everyone else and then your world collapsed under your feet in front of everyone. Your husband had left you for a female diplomat from another planet and preferred to flee before you could even have a chance to get to talk to him. And a month later you learned about your pregnancy after symptoms you thought were due tu stress and sadness.

The Duke can't picture himself doing such a thing to someone else, abandoning a partner of life in such a way. And you got pregnant maybe barely a few days before he left for this beautiful green-eyed woman no one had much respect for. It's ironic how you were convinced she was there for trouble as soon as she arrived on Caladan.

From his balcony he can see you on your personal war horse, the stallion's white and black coat almost invisible under the moonlight. It had became his habit recently to watch this small spot moving from afar. In a way he finds it endearing to see you spending so much time with the gift he offered you two years ago for your wedding. A massive thoroughbred horse with an excellent character, docile yet dynamic from the exceptional endemic breed of this planet. It got people talking in your back but fortunately nothing to cause you serious troubles. Like you would pay attention to such pathetic jealous comments.

But tonight he decides that it would be better to see you. It is expected from him to get a rather cold or depressing discussion but after all he can try to give you some support.

After a few minutes he finally reaches the outside area of the castle, tightening the hold of his long coat around his body in the fresh night. Once around the stables, he waits for you to appear in his eyesight.

"Good evening my Lord."

You appear behind him sooner than he expected but he doesn't show how hard his heart is beating at that fright, especially due to his need to look up extremely high to cross your gaze.

"Colonel. I wanted to talk to you."

You don't look surprise and pat your stallion's collar with your gloved hand.

"Please do. Is there anything I can do to help you with ?"

"First I wanted to tell you that due to your difficult condition you got allowed to take your maternity leave sooner than anticipated." The Duke says as he rubs the curious horse's cheeks trying to chew on his coat collar. "The date depends on you. You can leave your place whenever you want before taking it back."

At the soft smile you send him before getting down your horse, he knows you know.

"I appreciate that you try to change the rules for me but I assure you I can keep working for a few weeks if not months." You claim with a tired voice as you rub the animal's flank. "I do carry a baby but I am not on the battlefield."

"You are exhausted and have pretty heavy symptoms from what I have heard. I don't want stress to make things worse for you Colonel." He whispers as he comes closer. "You need a break. And pregnancy or not I was about to give you a few days off."

"It's not the same between a week off and seven months off. And it would mean having to give Conqueror to someone else for that period."

The proud stallion recognizes his name and turns his black head and pointy white ears to you, pushing your forehead with his upper lip.

"I gave you that horse. A maternity leave would never force you to stay away from him. You are not bounded only through war and training."

"Why are you trying to do so much for me my Lord ?"

Good question. At first he wondered if it was not some benevolent mysoginistic behavior from him, the kind making him act in an insolently gentle way to make your life easier in the military under the pretext you are a woman. After all many men acted in different ways around you. But no. It was definitely not the explanation.

"You are our first female Colonel, and an excellent element to our army. I want to make sure that pregnancy and your functions are compatible."

You are not stupid but don't interrupt him as your eyes soften. It's great to see you more relaxed instead of melancholic or moody. But to be honest he doesn't think he has much to do about it.

"Thank you for everything my Lord. And thank you for not firing me as well. I know the rumors were not... positive about our army management."

"You are welcome. But please let me know whenever you need something."

His heart sinks as you walk past him, his hand unconsciously trying to graze yours by following your movement. The hooves are muffled some special tools placed underneath which let him hear your voice as you lead Conqueror to his box.

"I am already thankful for many reasons. First, for this stallion. As much as it reminds me of my wedding, it has always more reminded me of you." You confess with your back turned to the Duke. "I still don't understand why you gave me such a marvel."

"You deserved it. I needed to offer something that would echo your beauty."

He has much more than this on his heart waiting to pour its content accumulated for years now, but he prefers to keep the rest quiet for as long as possible. The way you froze next to Conqueror decides him not to go too far.

"This is not the kind of words a dishonored and abandoned pregnant woman should expect from the Duke she sworn to protect with her own life." You say softly.

"You are not dishonored to my eyes. Your husband is."

"You are too kind."

If the military had taught you one thing it is to let your naivety put of your life. You repeated it many times and yet it didn't protect you from the pain of this heartbreak. You turn around, your eyes locking with his.

"I admire the man you are. Bold but never disrespectful."

"I am glad to hear I never crossed any line with you."

It is true. Technically he could have turned into a tyrant behind close doors, trying to take you while your husband was away. But it was none of his goals. He looked away any time he would see some hickies on your neck, or flirt with your husband during a dinner. Why would he let himself getting devoured with jealousy when he never tried anything with you ? You made your choice without even knowing that Leto could have been one.

"It was sweet to receive so many kind gazes from you." You say with a sad smile. "The ones I got in private were apparently fake towards the end."

"Was it so... so obvious ?"

"After I got Conqueror I started to watch you closely. Not only as a Duke but as a human being. And... I appreciate what I have seen. It had hurt me several times to see your own sorrows but... I guess this was the best possibility. Not even a richer husband would have given me such a rare animal."

Leto smiles then scoffs at his own behavior. It had been his way of confessing such prohibited feelings, he only noticed it recently.

"I am glad you liked this gift. I knew you would take care of him properly."

"Is my pregnancy going to change anything ?"

"I beg your pardon ?"

You look for your words as Leto stares at you, confusion clear on his tired face.

"I mean... it feels great to see someone still desiring me and willing to take care of me. Most of the others watch me in pity and some of them turned it into disgust as they see my belly growing. So... I wanted to ask you whether you are going to remain this nice to me in a few months."

"I think you already know the answer."

In a few steps he is by your side, your eyes falling to the ground in a defeated gesture.

"I don't want to have fake hopes. You are a Duke. You meet beautiful women everyday between the maids, the diplomats, some soldiers... and anyway you wouldn't marry someone that wouldn't bring you anything interesting for your bloodline. And especially someone that would give you not even a bastard but a child with no Atreides DNA whatsoever."

"If one day I was to choose someone, this someone would be you, with or without your child."

You let a nervous and tired laugh out, making him regret his choice of words. He really should have controlled himself more. It's too much for you.

"I am no future Duchess despite all my affection for you my Lord." You say with a sad gaze. "This would make things too difficult for you."

"If marriage is too precocious we can still talk about something else."

"About what then ? It's not easy to change this subject." You chuckle with curiosity.

"May I come back at your beauty then ?"

"My Lord !" You laugh as you still encourage him with your dilated pupils.

"Then what about your intelligence ?"

His own smile becomes harder to repress as you come closer, his hand coming next to yours gently. After a few seconds of silence at watching each other in the eyes you take his hand between yours, letting him pulling you to him softly, his arm slow to snake around you in both a playful and sensual way.

"Please tell me more about my intelligence my Lord." You whisper as he wets his lips with a quick gesture of his tongue.

"Not here." He mumbles before taking you with him to an isolated wooden part of the stable.

There he feels you ready to take what he wants to give, and hear what he wants to say. The flirt becomes darker as he paces towards you confidently, your chest rising and falling under your uniform covering you totally. It would be good if he was in a more guessing mood, but right now he wants to pound inside you untill making you moan his name against that wall.

"So... intelligence you say ?" He whispers as he grins at the way your back presses against the wall, your eyes peering at any element of his features now so close to you.

"Y-yes my Lord. Please. Tell me."

"It's everything I like and even admire. Sharp, aware of what surrounds you, of what might happen..." He mutters as he brushes your cheek made cold by the night.

"What might happen my Lord ?"

"I might make love to you until the last regrets surrounding the existence of that coward vanish."

"That would be so generous of you sire." You whisper already out of breath. "Please make love to me..."

"But you thought you were not worthy ?"

You open and close your mouth, trembling under the arousal you are experiencing as he listens to your deep breath. Never any woman has ever desired him so much and he has never desired someone so much. His hand still on your cheek goes down to your throat, then down to your chest by grazing your uniform, then with a slow gesture you can interrupt at any moment he presses his hand firmly between your legs. Your back arches off the wall and your mouth lets a whimper out, your eyes telling him to go further than that, his palm circling through your clothes where your swollen clit is hidden.

"Sir..." you whimper as he starts his torturing pace, "sir please..."

"Was that asshole any good in bed ?"

His jealousy and desire of revenge is growing in his chest but he wants to use it to pleasure you and not to hurt. He wants to offer you everything that man couldn't be.

"He was good." You say with half-closed eyes.

"Oh really ?" He raises an eyebrow. "Really that idiot you make you any good ?"

"Sometimes I would close my eyes and think of you." You moan.

His hand stops before you force him to resume his pace with yours, his eyes now directed to your gloved fingers around his wrist to make him move.

"Why ?"

"Because..." you start as he watches you already losing it at the faint stimulation, "...because I found you so much better than him. Please my Lord please..."

"What was he doing to you ? How was I taking you ?"

"Behind... from behind."

"Pussy ?"

"Pussy."

He had dreamed of kissing you many times, but never of your first shared kiss in such heated circumstances, pressing you hard against the wall with your legs around his waist. He hears some horses moving with anxiety at the desperate sounds you make to beg him to finally, finally take you but he is all too distracted to pay attention to them. He takes his time to play with your tongue, to taste your cold lips, to nibble them affectionately.

"Sire... My Lord." You whine as his mouth and tongue go down your neck.

He doesn't answer, unbuttoning your jacket then top without removing them, his mouth and teeth soon finding your bra. With a quick shift of his hands he nibbles the perked flesh previously hidden, his crotch in flames as you moan his first name loudly, your hands grabbing his mop of dark curly hair. Soon he kneels down, his hands unbuttoning your pants.

"Leto please take me against that wall please..."

"No."

Your begging stops as soon as he sees your white panties. They get lowered quickly and he is even quicker to rub his mouth all over your wet entrance, pressing you against it. He finally gets to taste you the way he has always wanted, to make you his at least for tonight as you come undone at his ministrations on your swollen clit. His fingers add to that care as they slide inside you easily and soon as you get lost in your pleasure, his mouth stops.

He keeps fingering you but his eyes remain on your belly. For now he is not sure of seeing anything else from there but the future kid he is ready to adopt and consider as an Atreides is already there. His future son or daughter. You are possibly the future mother of his future children.

This is the end for his sensual side tonight. His hands stop right before you can come, and your frustrated pleas to get your release get replaced by surprised ones as he bends you over a table. Your palms grab it, you arch your back as you know what is coming for you, and he slides inside you with a massive relief for his throbbing cock.

Having you like that at his mercy is not enough. He wipes his mouth soiled with your wetness as he starts his lazy pace, preparing to give you a much more brutal release than what you expect from him.

"Want it harsh ?"

"Yes give it to me."

"Good girl."

He spanks you hard before fastening his pace, growling out loud. Who cares if there is someone around. Let them see their Duke fucking the love of his life relentlessly. She loves it, she asks for more, her who has the power to annihilate half of a planet if she wanted to. She loves it, is crying for it as her back arches under his movements, her tight warm and wet walls welcoming him so well. Those wet sounds come from you thanks to your arousal for him and him only, him she used to think about during sex with her husband because he was what aroused her. He spanks you again, then again and keeps going even after your release as he keeps thrusting. You feel good like this, taking him so well. Do you have any idea of how hot you are, how much he wants to make love to you one day and not just fuck you in those stables ?

His own release surprises him by its suddenness, and his open mouth doesn't close as he lowers his gaze to your buttocks, still buried deep inside you. He can picture his seed now in your vagina like it makes it official between you. He feels worthy for making you come so hard and for so long.

"Did you like it ?"

His question is brief and you still haven't found your breath as he rubs your back covered by your jacket. He doesn't want to let you go. If he could he would keep his cock deep inside you the whole night.

"I loved it Leto. It was amazing." You sigh before chuckling. "Oh shit I knew you would be good at it."

"Language, Colonel." He warns cheekily before grabbing your breasts to pull your upper body up, enough to press your back against his chest. "Always the best for my most loyal soldier."

His mouth leaves a trail of kisses down your throat, his hand now resting on your belly protectively.

"I must be a mess." You whisper as you turn your head to look at him from above your shoulder. "Are you not disgusted ?"

"Oh no. I could even make you get messier than this you know."

"I mean... to do that to... to me. To a woman that got pregnant with another man ?"

"No. I love it. I'm going to do it as many times as you ask me to." He starts to nibble your ear playfully.

"Leto stop being so hot." You protest faintly before he releases you from his grasp.

You are a mess. Your collar folded due to his kisses, your open jacket, your unbuttoned top and bra soiled with his saliva, your exposed and wet entrance leaking on your thighs and your boots, lowered pants and panties under your knee level. He feels proud of you two.

"Now that's sexy." He comments as he puts his cock back into his pants while watching you dressing back. "Come like that to my quarters. Let's take a shower together and I'll tell the maids to bring some female Colonel clothes."

He wonders what he did to obtain such a shocked expression from you.

"Leto... they're going to know..."

"I'm the Duke. You can do what you want they won't dare to do anything once they're aware of who's behind you. No pun intended there."

You roll your eyes and he bites his lips at the dark staying on your already dark pants. He loves to see you dripping like that from his seed. If only he could do that before or after meetings, making you sit there in his...

"Leto I have no strength for a second round." You comment before kissing him shyly on his lips.

"Maybe next time." He grins as he takes your hand to leave the stable.

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