SPECTERS OF SILK
[Dark!Paul Atreides x Runaway Reader]
part 2
Description: In an alternate universe where Paul never dreamed and fell in love with Chani, he becomes a tyrant feared throughout the universe, being a sadistic maniac whose power is worshipped as that of a god. The Brotherhood sent you as Muad'Dib's concubine to try to manipulate him, but all you want is to live free, so you don't try to persuade him, but to escape. But your unexpected twist in fate makes Atreides start to love you, his obsession growing without you realizing it. So when you finally escape, Paul is not accepting it.
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Warnings: possible spelling mistakes (English is not my first language), bene gesserit!Reader, nsfw, afab!reader, obsessive and possessive behavior, Dark!PaulAtreides, slavery (not sexual), child abuse, mentions of torture and blood, swearing, mentions of ideas like suicide, use of Voice, sexual content sexual scene here (not recommended for minors, read at your own risk), obscenity, (Spoiler: Corrino!Reader), everything is fictitious and false!
You didn't care about this marriage, you didn't even care about Paul Atreites.
So why the hell are you trembling so much?
Two months have passed since that day, things have moved…slowly.
You had a month of "preparation," being cared for by the emperor's Fremen servants to become "worthy."
The wedding was reasonable, to tell the truth.
You were dressed in green, the color of House Atreides, in a rich dress, a dress a slave wouldn't wear. The ceremony was in the Palace itself, broadcast to the great houses—a request from the Reverend Mother.
The emperor was…kind.
He walked beside you and offered his hand to lead you to the altar. Throughout Stigar's speech, he looked at you harmlessly.
You don't know what to think of it.
Paul Atreites had several concubines, but accounts say they died before consummating their wedding night. He was never kind to his companions either. You don't know if this is a game he's playing or a test, but you're going along with it.
This should have been the biggest highlight of the last month.
But then, you cut ties with the Reverend Mother.
The fight between you and her happened days after your wedding; the emperor couldn't fulfill his wedding night that month due to political issues. This left you alone, giving her an opening.
You ended up exploding.
That crazy woman tried to get you to poison the emperor with some damn aphrodisiac, so he would be vulnerable and you could use him. You weren't going to do that.
No matter how bad Paul Atreites was, nobody deserved to be sexually used against their will. You refused to do it, and she tried to use her voice, her damn voice, on you. You snapped.
This led to the situation where you haven't seen her since, asking them not to let her speak to you (it wasn't difficult, you learned that nobody in this palace liked her). You weren't going to put up with her anymore, screw the mission, you're leaving anyway, you just have to go with the flow for now and then get out.
There's only one problem.
The wedding night.
Like every marriage, you and Paul must have… intimate relations. It was expected of you.
But you didn't know how to satisfy a man.
Of course, you were taught about sex, the process in this case. But as a slave you weren't taught about pleasure. Damn, you never even got to touch yourself!
So now, while the maids dressed your body in a beige silk dress, loose-fitting and easy to remove, you were sweating cold. The emperor decided today was the fateful day.
You won't lie, you're nervous.
What if he's rough? Maybe he's sadistic? Will he hurt you?
There's also the possibility that he doesn't even want to lie down, but you don't know.
You were wearing nothing but the dress, no accessories, hair loose, subtle perfumes, something easy to remove. You were led to his room, your hands trembling with an emotion you couldn't define.
You took a deep breath when you were left there.
It's okay, just go with the flow.
It will pass soon.
Paul felt something he couldn't quite define.
You were, at the very least, interesting.
Since the ceremony, Paul hadn't seen you, and yet you remained in his thoughts at various times. He has to admit, when Gurney warned him of your conversation with the old witch, he was surprised that you refused to sedate him.
It would have been a good chance, although Paul doubted he would have succumbed to the poison; he wouldn't have seen the situation coming, just as he doesn't see you.
So, why didn't you accept?
It seems that with each passing day you spend in his palace, you stir his mind more and more. To the point that even his mother noticed.
What were you?
He didn't bother to wear the ceremonial wedding attire given to him, although he knew you would be wearing it; he saw no reason to wear it, he would take it off anyway.
Paul was still wary of you, but as he walked to the room he realized that this would happen somehow. He would decide how that night would end.
Imagine her surprise when she came in and found you at the window.
Process him, but he thought he'd find you lying seductively on the bed or in the center of the room, not engrossed in the outside world. What an interesting little thing you were.
You noticed his presence and bowed, not rising as he walked toward the bed.
"So?" he asks, taking a sip of water from the glass beside him, "do you want to say something?"
You stare at him for a while, until your expression becomes determined, "Actually, I want to."
"I was sent here to subdue the Emperor for the brotherhood, but I suppose you already know that," Paul gives you a small smile; he's known this for a long time, little one. "And I know you don't trust my word."
"But I don't want to be a part of this. I hate Reverend Mother as much as you do, and I won't be a pawn in her game." You sigh, the tremor in your lips revealing your nervousness. "So if the Emperor doesn't wish it, we can… each stay in a corner. We'll just follow appearances and… we don't need to put on this charade here."
…
Paul is surprised.
He's changed his mind.
"I understand," he says softly, and a tense minute of silence stretches between you two, lost in thought. He's the first to break it. "You know…you're not the first concubine the Reverend Mother has sent me to try and subdue me… But you're the first one who's truly honest with me."
He approaches, and you raise your head to meet his, his height towering over yours. "You're really different."
Confusion spreads across your face. So cute. So captivating. "Thank you, your deity—"
"But even if we're actors, we must perform the wedding night." You freeze, not expecting him to actually follow through.
"Are you sure, my lord?"
The blue Fremen eyes look at your face, knowledge swirling in his irises. "What are you so afraid of? It doesn't seem like it's just because of the situation with the old witch."
Not knowing what to say, you tell him the truth. "I wasn't taught to…satisfy a man, my lord?"
"What do you mean?"
"I wasn't sexually educated, sir."
"…Wow, I thought all Bene Gesserit had that education."
You get excited, since he possibly doesn't know who you are. "I am…different, my lord."
Paul stares at you, his eyes traveling over your face, the face he was so fascinated by, the face that was so nervous in front of him now, and a hint of affection surged in his chest. He lifted your chin with two fingers, just as he did before, and asked, "Do you trust me?"
"What do you—"
"Do you trust me?"
Your eyes meet his, and for some reason, you feel safe there.
"Yes."
Paul smiled. And this time, it was with affection.
Shit.
How can a man be so relentless ?
Her fingers gripped the pillow as the emperor fucked her pussy. The impact of his pelvis against her ass made the stars dance forcefully between her eyelids, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as his glans kissed her cervix.
Her moans were muffled by the pillow in her mouth, but Paul could feel the vibration in her intimacy every time he tenderly caressed her waist. He thrust hard and deep into her preciousness, the juices from the mess he made earlier running down her legs, Paul drank from her like a man dying of thirst in the desert.
At some point, he began to kiss her back, increasing the speed as she trembled on top of him. She was short-circuiting, trying not to make so much noise, but the sound of her pussy sucking his cock didn't help, the sound of the kisses and the emperor's touches on her body didn't help at all.
Oh my God, how good that felt.
How many hours had you been at it? You don't know, but your intimacy was VERY heightened, you lost count of how many times you came on his cock and how many times he filled you with his load, but you know you'd been at it for a long time.
The sun will rise soon.
"Look at you, receiving me so well," Atreides squeezed your hips as he plunged his cock into your cervix and left it there deliciously pressed, the action eliciting a loud moan from you and a heat rising in his chest. "It's like you were made for me, huh?"
Increasing the speed, you felt him kissing your neck while fondling your breasts, the tearful mess you were would embarrass the noblewomen of the great houses, but you couldn't think about that.
Paul pulled your chest up, hugging you against his own chest, the angle making his penis fuck you faster, he turned your head and you stared at each other. Paul smiled. "Name"
"No…I can't—"
"Yes, you can, darling, come on, give me another one, please?" He turned you to face him and lifted your legs, one of his hand going to your sensitive clitoris. "Please, come on, beautiful, give me another one? The last one?"
You moaned.
He increased the pace.
"Lord—Oh Creator—"
"Paul," your eyes widened, and he smiled as the familiar pressure in your stomach approached again. "Call me Paul, love."
"Now, come for me."
The permission of your name along with the use of his voice made you arch your back, your body filling you as Paul fucked you between his legs, increasing the speed so you could finish together.
He came with a strong push, burying his face in your neck as his balls trembled, when a jet of hot sperm filled you, your body – which had already finished – started again, making your vagina milk the emperor's thick length.
You both simply lay there, embraced, panting and tired. Paul hugged you with a tenderness you hadn't expected from him.
He rose to your face, two souls gazing at each other with feelings deep inside. "Promise you'll stay by my side?"
His voice came out weak, a small laugh. "I think we already made our vows at the altar, Sir."
Instead of getting angry, he kissed your lips, soft and delicate. When he separated, he asked again, "It's Paul, princess. Promise you'll stay by my side?"
You looked at him. He looked at you. The sunlight began to appear in the windows, illuminating your face and his.
Safe, you felt that way.
Love, you felt that way. "Yes, Paul. I promise."
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