I could not wait to leave. It took ages for Feyd to dismiss us to our nightly activities before sleep. The entire time, the servants bloody mess remained in the room. I'd thought fucking Feyd was torture. It paled in comparison to the haunted energy that suffocated the rest of the ship for the remainder of that meeting.
Even Feyd was touched by change. He was cold and hard and demanding.
The heavy latch of the door to my tiny little space secured myself inside, away from that moment.
My body refused to tolerate the slinky dress another minute. I ripped the chain from around my neck. Not without testing the chain once more. This time I focused more on my throat.
Only a pink line was left in the flesh.
I groaned aloud. My fists released the chain and untangled the rest of the fabric from my person until all that remained was a barren waste of skin.
I'd mistaken my strength to withstand this journey. Withstand him.
I can't do it.
I can't do this.
I reached over to grab comfortable clothes – what was afforded by the Harkonnen designs – when a glimpse of blood caught my eye. My two palms showed four distinct cuts on each. I'd put my fingernails right through my skin and not felt it.
What kind of monster wouldn't notice that? The pain.
Was I so broken that I wouldn't feel a thing again?
My body slipped into the loose-fitting jumpsuit. It was double my size and hung off of me like a sack. It did not matter. I enjoyed the material more. It held some warmth for my body to hold onto as I slept.
The heighliner was lined metal, cold artificial light, and yet the furnishings made the space cozy. It had been a long while since I eased into a bed with sudden comfort. The bed was soft and warm. I jolted when it wrapped me so fully.
The ship rocked slowly. The motions moved inside my ears.
I drifted asleep – for a short while at least – when a sudden single knock hit the door. The metal twang hit my ears like an alarm.
My elbow bolted straight up. Body half asleep and mind too, my eyes slitted enough to watch the door hinges move on their own accord.
Feyd was light footed for his size. He slipped inside the room without betraying his step.
The door latched secure behind him.
"You tire too easy," he said. "Witch."
I must have drifted away in my stance. Words hissed past my ear. The large mass of his body now behind me in the narrow bed. A pair of lips pressed against my bare shoulder.
An arm wrapped across my chest to pull me backward.
"My dear." He sniffed.
The sound awoke me once more. It drew long deep inhales against my ears.
Feyd gripped my wrist, hard. It awoke me quickly. The hard sensation on my wrist moved toward his mouth. "Has someone bitten my meal before I?"
The way he said it could have been mistaken as amusing, not the seriousness it really was composed of.
His tongue caressed the fresh scabbing. New blood seeped from the torn wounds. He lapped it in long slow strokes.
"I did it myself," I replied flatly.
"Hm." He thought for a moment. "And this?"
The sharpened edges of his teeth ghosted along my throat.
I said nothing.
"Mmm. It is better this way."
Feyd snaked his hands beneath the covers. The obstruction of my clothing did little to slow him. A strip of fabric was more like a challenge to conquer before he took what he wanted from me. He pulled the jumpsuit apart at its center seam.
The ragged wretch of the fabric prickled my skin. Excitement grew. Its swirls surrounded my limbs with their warmth. I enjoyed their movement.
The tight pinch of his fingers against my nipples turned my body against me. His tongue toyed with the erect buds. He gathered the flesh into his mouth and sucked until the skin reddened. His teeth then nipped at the sensitive sides. All so that my mouth might gasp out in excitement.
He then pushed my legs apart before him. The pale ripped jumpsuit hung from my limbs in its shreds.
He towered above, kneeling at the base of my body, with each ankle in his hand. Through the containment of his pants, the knobby head of his cock tease against my clit.
"You like this, don't you, sweet dear? My cock makes you wet."
I shook my head.
Instead of stabbing a blade between my ribs, he pulled himself from his pants. The full of his shaft moved up and down along the outside of my slit to the home of my sensitive clit that yearned to be touched now that it was stimulated.
He fucked himself slow against my slit. Just rubbing on the outside.
A hand dug into each of my thighs as he moved.
"Look at you. Mm. I can feel you leak on me. You want me, don't you? You want this." He groaned.
My heart throbbed harder.
What did Feyd want?
I shook my head. "No."
"No? Ha!"
Feyd shifted his hips. The head of his white cock pressed against my pussy, the glisten of juices already atop his flesh. I wanted to feel the burning heat we made, but I needed to forget who I was. Who he was.
"Fine, witch." He snarled suddenly. "If you will not say it, I'll make you. I am your na-Baron and you will do as I wish."
He shoved himself inside. The entirety of his shaft hit the back walls and ruptured through whatever else he could reach inside my body. I braced my hands against the headboard. A rough groan left my lips.
Feyd was savage in his taking of me. He rammed his cock into me until all awareness of the world around me was lost. All there was left was his clenched jaw, taut and angry, as he gripped my flesh in place to keep the pace unrelenting against me.
The slurping wetness hit my ears the moment it did his.
A cruel, satisfied smile lengthened his lips.
"Oh, my dear." He sighed like he'd awaited that moment. "You lie to me."
My body indeed was not scared to show the desire that bubbled within me, from places I did not feel. Did not allow myself to be true.
Now I was on display for his very eyes. The shield of my control tumbled onto the end of his shaft, now lodged within my intestines. The head of his cock swirled all around. It moved fast and hard. The shock of his body so suddenly smashed against me awoke hot burning from my pussy. My clit was violently throttled in a brutal perfection.
The burn splintered upward through my torso. It climbed high enough to spread across my chest. The soft flesh became a beacon of want. They wanted his grip, to pull and knead and bite and tease.
My back arched.
"I command you. Tell me you want me. You cannot deny, for I know the truth."
Again, I refused him.
This was a moment I'd dreamed about. It was time to catch him in a moment that would release a sudden surge of anger. A death I wanted.
Be it under his hand or another.
I want the numbness to end.
"As my property, you must obey," he roared.
A sharp sudden thrust sent me back against the headboard.
He breathed heavily. "I'll make you regret it if you don't."
My lips locked together. I tilted my chin away. Distance took my vision.
He climbed atop my body. A single hand latched at my throat. Fingers cinched tight against my windpipe.
"Mintha," he dared rumble from his chest. It matched the pace of his thrusts with each word. "I name you my royal consort. Lady of House Harkonnen."
The air sucked from my lungs.
"No, na-Baron." I gritted my teeth. "Please."
"Ah, ah, ah." The fingers held my neck just taut enough for a small stream of air to slide through. It anchored my body to his as he used my body, my pussy, me for his twisted pleasure.
The hot breath on my neck toyed with the hairs at the back of my head.
Feyd brought me to a hard climax. Pure light burst from my skin like I'd been thrown into the sun. Any orgasm before it was nothing but a drop of starlight.
His body stilled. The hot spew of his seed dripped out of me in a gush as his cock withdrew.
My elbows bent as I finally dropped the brace against the headboard.
Weight shifted on the bed as he settled alongside me.
Our exhausted breaths were the only sound for a long while. Only the empty vacuum of space to hear us.
"I thought na-Baron wished my identity to be a witch."
Feyd rested on his side curved around me. The still erect cock rested against my thigh.
"Witch consorts are common enough across the Imperium." His tone toyed with my disbelief. "Now you join them."
I locked my eyes to the ceiling ahead. The plating was warped. Sections of the wallpaper showed wrinkles as the metal bent. The many of them spread across the ceiling with the change of texture.
"Mintha." He said my name again. The life that lived within that call did not unravel in awareness as it had once. All that remained was the shriveled soul of a young girl called Mintha long lost to those who loved her.
That girl. She was a grave that I did not visit.
I swallowed. "Yes, na-Baron?"
"You will cease to breathe when I choose, and not before. Do you understand? Only I shall determine your fate." My eyes flashed over to his dark monster gaze. The predator emerged from his confines. "Overstep my duties and the regret will be far grander than you can imagine."
What lived in my imagination was a demented place. One of Harkonnen making.
There was very little that frightened me now.
The journey ended early that next morning. I was awoken by an urgent knocking from another member of staff. They urged me out of bed in the nicest way. Word of Feyd's violence was probably spread well throughout the staff by now.
Hell, they stepped over the man's body to serve him more than evening.
They were kind enough to speak through the door without entering the room. I was grateful for that. My body was speckled with the bruises of Feyd's grip. Plus my ripped jumpsuit covered nothing. Not even my dignity.
There was little time to ready. I was forced to slip back into the slick, cold dress that barely covered the entirety of my breasts.
This time, I did not test the chain; I knew it wasn't strong enough to kill me.
The whole of the pod mingled near the door in wait of release. A pack of monsters in need of escape from their prison before it all erupted.
I knew them all well enough to know they could not be trusted with control. The slimming of the open space had me knowing better than to tread through their midst. The whole of the noble men – and some of their women – carried slender blades on their person. They were not the kind with large ones like Feyd. Theirs were secretly weaved into sleeves and skirts.
These were the people to enter a new planet with a new leader.
Just what destruction awaited Arrakis thanks to their arrival, I wondered. Whose death was to come now that they were planetside?
I should trap us all inside, destroy the creatures before they destroy more with their hunger.
My walk through the corridor toward the foyer of the pod was interrupted by a royal servant I knew from the castle. They stopped and bowed. I stopped short.
A tremor split my impassive expression. The flicker of a frown began to creep before I loosened my jaw.
"Stand," I said in all my strength. "Do not do that again."
They remained paused. Twitches ascended their arms as they clasped their hands. "Sorry, Lady." Lady?! I shuttered a hard blink. "Na-Baron declared it."
Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was all powerful, but he could not change the stance of my birth. That much was out of his control.
"The na-Baron is mistaken."
"He was insistent, my lady witch."
The souring of my stomach wanted to return on me.
The souring only worsened when I breeched the place where the nobles stood and they were forced to acknowledge me by name "Lady Witch."
Had an ounce of pity existed within my soul, I'd have it for myself.
I detested every sound that said that name. The rattle of their raspy breaths as they regarded me. My jaw fought against my lax hold to snap into a tight clench.
Feyd awaited the freedom as much as the rest of them. He paced. The royal was clothed minimally with his muscled chest on display under a black vest. The monster skin showed very bright in the artificial light.
I remained away from his notice.
The last thing I wanted to remind him of was my own existence.
There was a loud metallic groan on the other side of the doors. Feyd's eyes turned predatory as they viewed the entrance.
Restlessness coursed through the group. The restless energy last spent before they were released.
Feyd turned to the nearest adviser.
"Find the lady witch. Bring her to me," he barked.
Lady. Witch.
Both lies. Neither of what I was.
"She's here, na-Baron."
I glared at the noble to my right.
"Witch. Come to me," Feyd demanded.
Disgust touched the back of my tongue.
'Lady' to these animals was a larger insult than what I truly was.
A Guildsman finally wretched open the metal seal of the doors. Fresh air surged through the opening. It tasted different. Dry and hot within the lungs. There was a distinct smell to it that I could not place. Was it sand? Did sand smell?
The Harkonnen landing party was led to the open slit of the ship where an endless sky met them. The faintest yellow blended into pale blue to darkest blue.
My step staggered as I was blinded by light. In the seeming setting of night, there was color and light.
The lands were barren with sand. Its grains flicked up on the winds and blew across my skin.
Large outer walls of a sandstone city jutted against the flat lands.
Beautiful brown rocks laid in the distance, like a shadow on the horizon.
Feyd marched toward the city. His eyes went over his shoulder once and I knew it was meant for me to follow him as a loyal royal dog did.
Of course, once I stepped out from the shadow of the heighliner, I was smacked with the sudden heat of the planet. It was intense. My skin flushed red. What little light left from the setting sun still broiled the atmosphere to ungodly temperatures that the Harkonnen planet did not reach on the hottest of days.
One breath through my mouth stole all the moisture I had.
The city was built inside itself. Every inch of open air was barricaded behind thick walls. The color, without the cover of sunlight, still burned bright.
There in the city was a massive jutted building that stood like a palace amongst the low buildings. It was elegant. A line of strange skinny trees were in two rows in front of it. They stuck out in the barren landscape of sand and rock.
Feyd entered the large place with me in tow behind. Our paces varied as I became transfixed with the strange building around me.
The walls were rock and brilliant. Orange and red and sandy hued rocks higher than the heighliner made the walls of the building they stood now. Arched walkways reached deeper into other rooms.
Intricate designs carved through the walls upward to be lost to eyesight. The stronghold of House Harkonnen on Arrakis was far more elegant than the cold castle on the monster planet. There was beauty. A touch of grandeur filled the very dry air.
Warmth. It was everywhere. I touched the walls. Stone was warm from the sunny day.
My eyes continued their consumption of the place around me with a hunger that I'd not known.
"The royal suite is mine." Feyd ordered behind his back. He ascended a long set of stairs. "I care not where the rest go."
I breathed a soft sigh of relief.
"Except the witch. She's to have whatever she desires."
My heart sank.
I still chose a small suite in the farthest reaches of the guest quarters. A room within the royal house chambers would be inappropriate. I was not royal blood. There were actual nobles that required higher placement in the House.
Honor was a high priority – somehow – amongst the monsters.
My things were deposited from the ship not long before Feyd found me. My belongings were being situated when he flung through the chamber doors.
"My Lady Witch. You are due for a meeting."
A meeting? "Yes, na-Baron."
He then observed the chamber around him. "This is not suited for a consort of mine. You. Slave," he commanded. "Take the lady witch's things to the chambers across from mine. Should I need her, I prefer not to walk far."
The chambers suited me fine. It was small and out of the way.
I supposed that was the point of his dragging me away to an integral section of the palace.
"Yes, na-Baron," answered him.
Trunks were tossed closed once more. A wardrobe was tossed open to be rid of its contents.
"Follow, witch."
He turned his back and disappeared. I, too, slipped back into the main corridors of the palace toward where ever he decided I be brought.
The annoyance of my shoes caught notice again against the high empty walls. The echoes hit my ears over and over. Click click click.
Feyd thrust open doors to a large room. A deepening dark showed outside the high set windows. A long narrow table with many seats down its length filled the center of the room. The single slab of wood from which the table was carved was a magnificent work. Its weight was immeasurable. How old and mighty that tree must have stood.
Feyd continued deeper in the room, through to a pair of double glass-paned doors. Behind which - as he opened with both arms - exposed an office with bookshelves around the outer walls, a desk carved with the grandeur of an Emperor, and cushioned seats of black leather. The deep-set windows showed a scene of sparkly night outside their thick glass.
"This is my personal office," Feyd explained. "Should I send for you, this is where it is."
He took his place at the desk. He sank down to the leather chair like a demon prince astride his throne.
"Send for me?"
"As lady, I'll be expected to have you along for certain things."
I gritted my teeth. "Lady."
He smiled. "Lady Witch consort. You've amassed titles in your time with the house."
"Na-Baron is too generous with his favor."
"Favor," Feyd repeated. "Most vye for it."
"Then gift it to them," I retorted.
"No."
My mouth cinched shut.
Feyd touched the open surface of the desktop. "Sit."
I walked over. My silken dress brushed against his legs.
"Up. Right here." He patted the spot again.
It was directly in front of him on the desktop. I had to climb over his lap to reach.
His hand grasped each of my thighs and lowered me onto it.
I curled my feet, so the heels dropped off. Innocent enough. It removed at least one bit of my discomfort.
His fingers pushed aside a section of hair away from my face. "I am your master. I command you, my Lady. You will be and act as I declare it. Lady Witch to Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, the next Emperor of the Imperium."
A shudder traversed my spine.
Emperor. Over the whole imperium. The whole of the universe could not belong to these Harkonnen monsters.
All life would cease to matter above its weight in bloody organs.
The silken long skirt of my dress was caressed by his thumb. The predatory gaze emerged. It slipped within his darkened stare as it slipped down my body's length, splitting his lips in a demonic joy.
"Show me yourself, my sweet dear. Put it on display."
I blinked. "What?"
"Pull up your skirt and let me see you," he snipped with a soft snarl.
My hips wiggled as I bunched the fabric up until the thin lace of my panties showed.
Feyd pulled a dagger from his person. The blade was sharpened on every edge, like a rhythmic obsession. The shining metal caught the soft light of the floating orbs, just danced along that razor sharp edge.
I did not move an inch on that desk. Although a sudden relief filled my chest, I'd not predicted violence from him in that moment.
The cold metal slipped between my flesh and the thin fabric of my underwear.
"Never." The blade cut the panties with little effort. "Wear these. Again."
He tossed lace pieces aside.
His eyes lifted to my indifferent expression. "They only piss me off."
Feyd hoisted my thighs over his shoulders and opened his mouth over my clit. The devilish darkened tongue danced within my folds.
My mouth fell open.
I'd never felt a tongue against my own sex. It ignited a sudden lust like liquid fire inside my veins.
I lowered my elbows to the desk, my neck bent backward as his face buried between my thighs.
The delight of his skilled tongue brought tears to my eyes. I cried out once, then twice.
His tongue rolled to taste my inner waters.
I'd gotten so close to climax, as my legs began to shake, one leg shot out and cleared half the desk of its clutter. It loudly clattered to the floor.
Feyd groaned into my pussy. It vibrated up through me.
He licked harder and harder. His arms latched me down to the desk to keep me from kicking myself off the side.
A knock at the door interrupted our moment.
Feyd swiped the knife from his person and splintered the desk with its tip as he pierced the wood. The shuddering splinter reverberated.
It stopped the intrusion.
I forgot to care about it. My toes curled back so hard they ached against his back. I pressed them against his shoulder. Feyd fought against my strength to remain face down inside me.
He made me cum onto his tongue. I whimpered as it rippled through every piece of me. His tongue swirled a while more before he rose for breath.
"We have a meeting," he announced, all too casually for what he'd just done. He wiped his hand against his mouth. The glimmer of my own juices smeared against his lips.
The doors of his office were glass; the table was filled with his many members of staff. I quickly slipped off the desk to adjust myself. Their heads remained fixed ahead as Feyd - I trailed behind a few steps - exited the office and approached the head of the table.
My shoes clicked loudly. Not a sound louder than the ridiculous fucking heels.
Since the men filtered in on their own guidance, a chair hadn't been left for me. The entire underhand of the Harkonnens on Arrakis filled the room. So much rage for the walls of this place.
I stood off to the side, uncertain what I should do next. Feyd meant for me to be present.
It felt unnecessary since he made me royal consort. My image as a witch hardly mattered now.
There were discussions of Carthag, another city. A dossier on a man called Glossu Rabban was explained at great length. They spoke of movement in the desert. Something about worms and rats and spice.
My mind drifted away from talks of their business. I considered my own mortality now that I was dug deeper inside the Harkonnen house. Thanks to Feyd.
The likelihood of being killed by him was too high to ignore.
I only need tempt his anger in the right moment to bend his anger to my advantage. When he lost control, it was horrid. Ugly. Bloody. All that I needed was a time when he wanted to be consumed with rage. A bad loss. I'd bide my time. The time would present itself soon enough. The next plan, the money loss that the board talked about. That had heavy implications on them.
Sooner. Sooner than later.
First opportunity that arrived, I'd force Feyd's hand.
Through my chest, hopefully.
All this blurring of lines confused me. I'd known the young heir to come spend time testing me, fucking me and then lingering with little to say other than nonsensical things. There was no talk of friendship, his harem, the responsibility he no doubt wore, and especially emotion.
He'd long since tested me against emotion. Back when I'd lived within a cell in the dungeons he tested me. Inside my fingers showed the few scars of his knife's touch. That was before he found his savage pleasure caused me more pain more than his blade could.
His favor. The interest in changing the Baron's mind about me. The slaughter of his old harem.
It was too blurry for comfort.
"Lady Witch." Feyd's voice pulled me from my head.
I approached. "Yes, na-Baron."
"Sit."
The entire room watched me settle atop his thigh, sliding my long dress against his legs, like a seductress. I disliked the way it felt in their eyes. None of my positions near Feyd were chosen, or rather, chosen by my hand. It was all his making.
I'd prefer to be in that tub full of blood, long forgotten from his mind by now.
Feyd waved the continuation of the meeting with me sat stride his thigh. A hand reached and held my hip as I listened to the droning of technicalities of spice harvesting. I forced myself impassive as the whole of my focus was upon the soft caress of my hip as he held me.
So much frightening energy filled my body as I released back to my own affairs. My own affairs were only that of my own chambers. The extravagance burned my pride as I laid eyes upon its dripping finery, gold and precious gemstones, arched walkways, delicate details molded into the very beams of the room.
So many precious blessings filled the space. All of it made me sick.