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Gurney Halleck never expected to find himself seated at table, a guest of the Naib of Sietch Tabr, yet here he was.
He was sitting right next to one Stilgar Ben Frifawi, who proved himself to be a man of few words, and Gurney resigned himself to the fact that this must me a trait shared among all the Fremen.
Because that’s basically how he had been treated ever since arriving here. Which wasn’t all that long ago, really.
He had struggled, and made his way from Carthag now destroyed and overrun, to the wastes and desolation of the desert that never ends that is Arrakis, to this sietch that now sheltered his young, new lord and old sparring partner, Paul Atreides and his mother, the beautiful Lady Jessica.
The joy that had flooded his heart when he’d heard that Paul was alive, that he had survived the hated Harkonnen’s attack, and had found sanctuary among the Fremen was only eclipsed by the ecstasy in knowing Jessica was alive and well, and with him, too.
The hope in seeing his secret lover again had driven him ever onward; pushing and pressing through the desert to find their sietch and beg sanctuary for himself, even if just to be near her again, to play music for her again. To guard and protect her and Paul, for Leto’s sake, once again.
When he’d arrived, he’d been welcomed, and allowed to stay and quickly made his way to be brought before her. He’d fallen to the ground, sand grinding into his knees. Tears had filled his eyes and he’d choked out her name like a prayer.
Jessica, ever the graceful and refined woman that she was, had accepted his outburst of emotion with equanimity; lowering herself to his level on the ground. She had wrapped her lithe arms around his torso, crying in happiness to see him again.
Which was why this dinner was taking place. It was being held in his honor. He was one lost and now was found. But the position he found himself in did not feel honorable at all...
Gurney was certainly sitting at the table.
He definitely wasn’t eating at the table.
He found it extremely difficult to eat any of the food placed in front of him with how tightly Jessica gripped him, and how strongly she was pleasuring him at the present moment.
A quick glance down confirmed she had her other hand wrapped around Stilgar, too, and was servicing them both.
Quite a few Fremen had marked on her absence, and wondered if they shouldn’t wait for her to appear, but Stilgar waved them off and the eating and conversation had begun without her.
From her position from under the table, Jessica smiled. She had long resigned herself to the fact that her favorite Captain of the guard must have died like so many others in the Harkonnen's attack, that she'd never be able to see him again.
But Gurney had reappeared, and she’d wasted no time in hiding herself under the table when the room was still empty, and lying in wait for the two men her body craved more than anyone else, to sit down at the table so she could finally have them, and to give them both a bit of a surprise.
Gurney’s sharp intake of breath, and Stilgar’s clearing of his throat when she had reached between their legs and started stroking them outside their stillsuits had been so satisfying. It had taken no time for both men to harden and grow under her hands, and she’d made quick work to untie and open the bottom portion of the suits so they could spring free and she could pleasure them properly.
But when she’d taken Gurney’s impressive cock into her mouth, slipping him down into the back of her throat, he’d stifled a moan, playing it off as a yawn.
Above her head, Paul’s voice could be heard from behind her, “You bored already, Gurney? You’ve only just arrived…”
The man coughed and cleared his throat, “Well--” He rasped out, while Jessica bobbed her head between his legs, but Paul spoke over him, “You know, Stilgar said there’s a worm migration due to appear outside the sietch pretty soon. It’s supposed to be quite the sight to see. If you want to go, I’m sure it’ll be enough to excite even you…”
The Fremen around the table murmur their agreement with Paul, but Gurney manages to choke out, “I think I’m excited enough, my lord…” Jessica proceeds to slip him out of her mouth, and moves over to Stilgar’s waiting cock. She takes the entire length of him into the back of her throat and proceeds to ram him repeatedly, and in the momentary ebb of conversation, a faint, wet, choking sound can be heard.
Stilgar finally speaks and his voice is a touch overloud.
“Yes!” His deep voice booms, “It is an amazing sight!” He rolls his eyes into the back of his head for a second, taking a deep breath, “There’s no time to lose, we should all leave now so as not to miss it!”
Paul, Chani and the other Fremen are heard mumbling agreement with their Naib, and from her kneeling position on the floor, Jessica sees multiple feet and chair legs push themselves away from the table, and hears bodies begin to file out of the eating alcove and leave.
“Absolutely!” Gurney’s voice calls out to the retreating backs, “Don’t wanna miss out seeing all those worms!” Jessica halts jerking him off and proceeds to reach down to cup and fondle the underside of his balls, which, as she very well knew, was a particular enjoyment of his.
Stilgar is seen shaking, gripping the edge of the table with sweat beading along his forehead, his eyes shut tight. He manages to rumble out, “So many fucking worms…” which is nonsense, but he’ll say anything to spur the others on to leave and make the room empty.
When the last person finally clears the doorway, Gurney wrenches Jessica’s hand from his dick and moves quickly to look and see if the coast is clear; and at the same time Stilgar pushes his way back from the table, slipping Jessica off his cock.
“Come here,” He orders her in a low, shaking voice and bends down to lift her up. He uses his knees to spread her legs wide and pulls her to straddle him on his lap.
She pants, horny and excited herself, and balances her body, hovering over the thick tip of his cock by holding onto his wide, strong shoulders.
When Gurney turns around to make his way back to Jessica, he sees her slowly lower, impaling herself on Stilgar’s ridgid cock.
They’re moaning with pleasure as she starts rising and falling on his lap, and he makes his way around the table and positions himself behind her. She arches her back when she feels his urgent panting on her neck, and glances demurely behind at him, practically begging him to fuck her, too.
Gurney knows how his lady likes it, so he takes himself in hand, pumping a few times to prime himself and pushes the tip of his cock against her tight hole.
She groans and tilts her head back, the tips of her auburn hair sweeping along the top of her perfect ass. Once he’s positioned at her opening, he places his wide, callused hands on her hips, and Stilgar holds her around her waist, and the men begin rocking her body back and forth, sharing her between them.
With every rock of her body backward, Gurney presses himself a little bit farther into her, and manages to clear his tip. When he hears her sharp intake of breath, he watches Stilgar’s face, he’s looking at her, and it morphs into one of concern, he bends back to spit at the junction of their bodies and makes it easier and less painful for her.
He’s able to start piston in and out of her a little bit more, and she melts into them both, becoming more vigorous in her motions. She groans and rocks her body between the men, reveling in the intensity of both of them and starts losing herself, chasing her orgasm.
Gurney notices the overly concentrated look on Stilgar’s reddening face, and by the erratic way he’s bucking his hips up, fucking her, he knows the man is already too close. Lady Jessica hasn’t had a chance to come yet.
So he gently pulls out of her ass, kissing the back of her neck, and she looks behind her shoulder at him, asking, “What is it? What’s wrong?”
He points with his chin to Stilgar, “Him.” She looks over at him, too, and giggles, slowing her movements.
Stilgar smirks sheepishly, and shrugs when she stills, “It’s too good. Your pussy is way too good…” He groans when she lifts herself off of him to stand.
Gurney grabs Jessica and pulls her onto her back on the table behind them. She languidly stretches, smiling and he takes his rough hands, lifting her legs and spreading her wide for his perusal.
He can’t help but admire her perfect body. Her sweet pussy was flushed and glowing with need, wet and shiny with desire. His cock twitches and jumps, more than ready to take her, he hasn’t had his sweet lady in so long.
He knows he won’t last any longer than Stilgar, so he kneels down on the ground and runs the flat of his tongue from her ass to her pussy, curving the tip of his tongue to reach up to her perfect bud of a clit, and camps there, grinding into it, lapping at her like the thirstiest of dogs. Her body jumps, making him smile, and she moans out his name, placing her hands on the top of his head.
Stilgar decides to test the limits of Fremen wood craft because he proceeds to jump directly onto the table, and balances his entire body on his hands and knees above Jessica. He drapes his hulking body over and positions his thick cock to hang directly above her face and playfully flexes his hips so his dick insistently taps against her cheek. Jessica laughs at the joke while also moaning and grips him with one of her hands and guides him quickly into her mouth. She lifts her head up off the table to suck him off, and to get as much length into her mouth as she can.
“Ahh,” Stilgar breathes out a long moan, and begins rolling and grinding his hips above her. She tilts her head back and lets him go deeper into her throat, essentially fucking her face.
Gurney never lets up on her clit. He knows exactly how she likes it, and when her legs begin to shake on either side of his head, he slips two rough fingers into her exquisite, silken body. She moans and hums around Stilgar, bringing her legs up and over Gurney’s shoulders. He feels her run her fingers through his hair and grip him tight, holding him in place.
He knows he’s getting her close because her shaking legs start to move like she’s having a seizure. He stops pistoning his fingers in and out of her and curls them up, beckoning her to her cum, demanding her to cum.
Gurney growls his satisfaction when Jessica slams into her orgasm, screaming into Stilgar’s cock. It’s so strong it lifts her body off the table, and she convulses around Gurney, who stalwartly and dutifully keeps his lips firmly affixed to her.
Apparently, this is all too much for Stilgar, because he quickly follows Jessica, spilling his cum into her waiting mouth, and they both moan in tandem with one another.
Now that his lady finally got her satisfaction, Gurney extricates himself from her and stands, positioning himself between her thighs. He’s so aroused at this moment, it’s almost painful and he craves to have her, to finally fuck her like he knows she likes it.
Stilgar slips out of Jessica’s mouth and rolls down the table, breathing heavily. He starts to run his fingers through her soft hair, peppering her with kisses along her jawline and whispering endearments in Chakobsa. She closes her eyes, smiling, and Gurney wastes no time in sliding himself into her wet heat.
Stilgar was 100% correct, she did have too good a pussy. She was tight, and hot and so wet, so sweet. He fucks her with abandon, reveling in how good she feels, and it seems like no time passes at all when he feels the familiar rushing sensation run up and down the inside of his thighs. He loses all sense of time, and feels his balls start to tighten, indicating he wasn’t far from cumming at all.
Stilgar’s licking and nibbling on Jessica’s ear, and she surprises the both of them when she screams out her second orgasm and that’s what sends Gurney over the edge.
He spills into her, moaning her name over and over, his eyes shut tight, falling into the ecstasy that is Jessica. Time and space have disappeared, and it takes a long time for him to catch his breath, and come down from his high.
But eventually, he does and Jessica, sated and limp, tries to sit up, and only manages to do so with Stilgar’s help pushing on her back, and Gurney slips out of her divine cunt, his legs weak and all of them breathing hard and ragged.
She reaches for Gurney and drapes her arms around his neck, kissing him and turns to Stilgar next to her, kissing him, too, and runs her hand along both men’s beards.
“We’re so glad you’re back with us,” Jessica breathes, speaking to Gurney, and all three of them breathe out sighs of laughter, and begin to separate, looking for their abandoned clothes and to put their disconnected stillsuit parts back together.
Stilgar helps jessica down off the table by muttering, “Sayyadina,” and both men steady her when her feet touch the thick rugs lining the floor, and she sways slightly, still heady with rapture from her orgasms.
“I guess we should be seen outside, actually watching that migration,” Gurney tells Jessica, and she nods, agreeing with him. All three of them walk together, up and out of the sietch into the moon-lit desert.
The massive sandworm migration really was a magnificant thing to watch. There were literally hundreds of them seen undulating through the desert sands, their roaring and vibrations that hurdle them across the planet could be heard and felt for miles around.
But as magnificent as all that was, in Gurney’s opinion, it was nothing in comparison to finally be standing next to the woman who was the object of all his desires. He knew his place was by her side, and he knew, that as long as he drew breath, he’d never leave his lady’s side ever again.