The Duke and the Baron and the Lady and the Count and the Princess

by TheTleilaxuHaveTwoTypesofTanks

Summary:

What if the Baron and Emperor's plan had fallen through before it could begin? Duke Leto becomes the Duke of Arrakis and is assassinated, Paul succeeds him as Duke. Paul later heads to Kaitain to attends the Ceremony of Subjugation of the new Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen to Emperor Shaddam Corrino IV. Paul has an interesting time on Kaitain.

Chapter 1: The Ceremony of Subjugation

At the heart of the Known Universe is a shining gem, a beautiful world of cool breezes and golden glittering towers. Once upon a time, when the Known Universe was smaller and there were but a few subjects to his grace, each planetary leader would undergo a Ceremony of Subjugation, pledging their loyalty to the Emperor. In the ancient Boro Empire every planetary leader underwent such a ceremony. During the Corrino Empire it came in waves, but by 10,195 it was rare. Only the most powerful nobles with a love of theatrics and the highest Faufreluches could beg the Emperor for such a ceremony.

-FROM 'A HISTORY OF THE CEREMONY OF SUBJUGATION' BY PADISHAH EMPRESS IRULAN CORRINO VIII

 

               Kaitain was beautiful. A glittering world of gold, jewels, and crystal towers reaching high towards the shimmering sun. The seat of house Corrino, the epicenter of the Known Universe, every tax and levy of the Emperor and of the Empire spiraled wealth from across countless galaxies and worlds towards this single fetid seat of beauty and corruption. The procession marched down the great avenue running along the spine of Corrinth. From Corrinth the Emperor controlled Kaitain, and from Kaitain he controlled the Known Universe.

               At the head of the procession was the Emperor himself, his carriage pulled by four massive Harmonthep lions, symbols of his house. Behind him was the carriage carrying his family (along with the Emperor’s childhood friend Count Hasimir Fenring of Caladan and his wife the lady Margot), pulled by two Harmonthep lions. After the imperial entourage each carriage was mechanically self-propelled, there would be no lions pulling the lesser houses towards the imperial palace and Golden Lion Throne. At the head of the noble procession was House Harkonnen, for whom was all this pomp and circumstance. The new Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen and his heir-for-now the na-Baron Count Glossu Rabban called the beast after he murdered his own father waved to the cheering crowds of the citizens of Kaitain. Each citizen likely wealthier than some of the Houses Major themselves. Behind the Harkonnens rode Duke Paul Atreides and his mother the Lady Jessica, along with an entourage including Duncan Idaho, Gurney Halleck, and Thufir Hawat. As the arguably most powerful House Major, the Red Dukes of Arrakis were given the place of highest honor behind only the Harkonnens whose new baron was to declare their subjugation to the Empire and the Emperor himself.

               Behind the Atreides rode other Houses Major, though powerful in their own right among the system of Faufreluches none could stand in comparison to the Atreides and only a few to the Harkonnens. Among them were the Archduke of Ecaz, Earl Bronso Vernius of Ix, Duke Flambert Mutelli, Viscount Hundro Moritani of Grumman, King Rodimer of Hagal, the Count and Countess Richese, and several hundred other Houses Major along with countless Houses Minor, all of whom consisted of only a fraction of the total nobility of the Known Universe. Many Houses Major were inable to attend for whatever reason, whether uninvited through accident, snubbing, understanding or otherwise indisposed; the Duke Atreides knew that only the most powerful and connected were in attendance.

               “Paul, look at the people cheering, what do you see?” Jessica asked her son.

               “I see the love and adoration of the richest planet in the Known Universe,” Paul answered.

               “Is that all that you see?”

               “I see a people bribed by the wealth of an empire. This love is earned through riches and dominance, not respect. On Arrakis, and Caladan before, my father, grandfather, and I cultivated the love of our people not borne out of bribery but respect. Our loyalty cannot be bought, Kaitain’s can.”

               “Very good Paul, I am so proud of the Duke you have become.”

               “Thank you, mother.”

               “All that glitters is not gold,” intoned Gurney Halleck from behind Paul and Jessica, “but may rot and rust all the same.”

               “Yes, Gurney, I don’t know that Kaitain will ever rust, but it certainly rots,” Paul said, “I suspect that rot will try to take hold of me. Its no secret that the Emperor hopes one of his daughters will wed me.”

               “No secret at all,” Jessica said, “a powerful match that would be, though I suspect that Archduke Ecaz may try to sway your hand, or even King Rodimer or Ilban Richese. It would do you well to keep your options open.”

               “I am aware of how to play this game, mother,” Paul chastised, “I am a man grown, no longer your little boy.

               Not my little boy indeed, Jessica thought.

…

               The carriages arrived and attendees of the Harkonnen Ceremony of Subjugation filed into the Great Hall of the Imperial Opal Palace, all meditating on or ignoring the words ‘Law is the Ultimate Science’ inscribed above the entrance. Ecology and Hydrology are the ultimate science on Arrakis, thought Paul, perhaps on Kaitain the sciences of the universe are different. The Atreides delegation sat near the Golden Lion Throne, a massive gilded crystal carved into the shape of a Harmonthep Lion out of a single hunk of Hagal Quartz it was truly a sight to behold. Across from the Atreides sat na-Baron Rabban and the mentat Piter DeVries. Paul sat nearest to the throne, to his side between himself and his mother were Halleck, Hawat, and Idaho. Imperial Truthsayer the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam sat next to Jessica.

               “You should have made a daughter,” Mohiam whispered to Jessica quiet enough that even Duncan Idaho sitting next to Jessica could not hear, “then we could have wed her as Duchess Atreides to this new Baron Harkonnen. Their spawn would have been the one.” Left unsaid was her thought, you would have not produced your failure of a son had you not fallen to your hubris.

               “I am proud of my Duke,” Jessica responded, “he has grown into a great man.” But not the one, Jessica thought bitterly. She loved her son, but she had hoped the Bene Gesserit projections had been wrong. That Paul was the Kwisatz Haderach, alas.

               “Yes, I suppose he has, a powerful Duke. Mentat and master of Prana-Bindu, Swordmaster and Jongleur, he is one of many abilities and yet.” Mohiam shrugged, “It is no matter, the past is the past.” Now comes the hard part, I hope you do not hate me for this Mohiam thought, “you are still young enough to breed, Jessica.”

               “What? What part of our program do you have in mind for me? I already acted as the order’s broodmare even if you view my results as inadequate.” Who do they intend to breed me with, thought Jessica, I cannot love another after Leto’s death, what pain will they put me through?

               Mohiam looked into Jessica’s eyes, “You and your son both hold many useful genes.” I hope you understand, thought the Reverend Mother.

               Jessica’s eyes widened just a bit, “Surely you cannot mean…”

               “Sometimes the breeding program requires close relations, this is one of those times.”

               Jessica frowned and glanced at her son, No! No! she thought, “This cannot be one of those times, he is my son, I am his mother! Surely you cannot be saying what I know you are saying.”

               Mohiam jabbed a gnarled finger into Jessica’s chest, “he is eighteen, still half a boy, you are a beautiful woman, use your assets. You will have no difficulty convincing him.” I am sorry, you brought this on yourself when you bore a son instead of a daughter!

               “It’s not just a matter of ability!” Jessica began, This cannot be happening, this cannot be happening!

               “It is an order from Chapterhouse, I am the Mother Superior and I command you.” I really am sorry.

               “I am Bene Gesserit,” Jessica sighed as she sat back in her chair and stared into space.

               Paul looked at his mother as she spoke to the Imperial Truthsayer, he couldn’t hear their words nor read their lips, both were quiet and had their heads pressed together. They spoke for a time before Jessica frowned and looked at Paul, after she turned back the Truthsayer jabbed a finger at Jessica’s chest. She sat back in her chair and looked defeaed. What are you two talking about? What plans do the Bene Gesserit have for you, mother?

               As Paul thought these things he heard trumpets, and turned his head to look at the approaching Baron. He was draped in the Blue and Orange of his house, covered in images of the Harkonnen Griffin. The Siridar-Baron looked quite regal as he slowly and steadily approached the Emperor atop his imposing Golden Lion Throne. Quite a pretty man, thought Paul as he gazed at the nephew of the man who had killed his father. Baron Harkonnen stopped two meters in front of the steps to the Golden Lion Throne, just the distance protocol demanded, and kowtowed.

               “I come to pledge my subjugation and loyalty to the Emperor, Shaddam Corrino IV,” boomed the voice of the Baron, enhanced by mechanical means, “I am your faithful servant as my uncle was, and proclaim my full trust and authority in you. May the Golden Lion Throne stand eternal, and may you live forever! May the spice flow!” Paul chanted the final two sentences along with the rest of the crowd as was expected. How unnecessary, if this Harkonnen did not so love the spectacle he could have simply sent a video message to the Emperor, thought Paul.

               “I accept your pledge,” the voice of the Padishah Emperor of the Known Universe boomed louder than the Baron’s had, “I shall be a kind master, and serve you in the name of God. I take your trust and authority and shall hold it faithfully. May the Golden Lion Throne stand eternal, may we all live forever, and may the spice flow!” The crowd once again repeated the last words. How much expense, how many solaris for the guild to transport all these people to Kaitain? The Emperor didn’t pay, thought Paul.

               The ceremony was over. A short one it was, thought Jessica, now I must face what I must do and do it.

               Paul looked to his mother and smiled, but as he did he glanced to the Baron Harkonnen as he stood, He really is a pretty man, I will have to speak with him.

               The guests were ushered out by the Sardaukar security, Paul and his entourage  taken away from most of the others, to a ballroom along with several of the other great houses. It was time to do his ducal duty and mingle. In the rush from the grand hall Paul lost track of his mother, he wasn’t sure where she had gone.

               Paul strolled around the ballroom, waving, and giving pleasantries to the most powerful people in the Known Universe, all the while shadowed by Gurney, Duncan, and Thufir. A few servants walked among the nobles, holding glasses and dishes of refreshments and exotic deserts. It was rare to see servants on Kaitain, in Corrinth there was a whole city below the glittering heights of the Imperial capital. For the poorest and most unlucky of the imperial servants, it was said that the undercity was worse than Giedi Prime or even foul Grumman.

               A woman in a golden dress with flowing blonde hair approached Paul, “I don’t believe we have met,” she held out a hand to his. She was beautiful, patrician features and a look on her face that at once put him at ease and on edge.

               “The Princess-Imperial Irulan, I take it,” Paul said as he kissed her hand, “I could mistake no other for your beauty.” Beautiful she was, Paul filed away her face into his mentat memories, he would never want to forget and embarrass himself in front of such an important woman. She held herself with a sense of grace and dignity possessed by few in the universe, and even fewer wearing clothes such as hers. Her dress was short and lowcut, revealing much of her silky thighs and her generous bosom. A slash ran down the side of the dress, exposing even more skin.

               “Indeed I am, and you are the Red Duke of Arrakis Paul Atreides, made wealthy by the spice that lubricates our empire,” she smiled at him.

               “I am he, welcomed in Sietch and Village, Lord of the Waters they call me.”

               “I know Arrakis is a planet whose economy is dominated by water, so an important title that must.”

               She is trying to ingratiate herself to me, thought Paul. He noticed her hand placements, her arms brushing against her dress in just such a way as to bring attention to her bust, she wants to be my duchess Paul concluded his mentat calculation in seconds. “An important title it is,” Paul smiled as he made an effort to keep looking up into her bright green eyes, “Water is precious, moreso than even melange itself.”

               Is he so oblivious as to not notice me? Must I shove my tits in his face? “I find it hard to imagine any place where there is something more precious than the spice, I’ll have to visit some day. I have heard the Fremen are a hardy people, have you taken any of their men into your retinue, or some of their women as your concubines?”

               Paul’s eyes widened just a fraction, How brazen is she! asking if I have taken concubines from the Fremen, she might as well expose herself to me, I must navigate this carefully, “I have recruited Fremen into my force, their men and women alike fight with such ferocity, I suspect only the Sardaukar overpower them in their valor. I have taken no concubines, I suspect if I tried a Fremen woman would castrate me and overthrow the whole empire.” As he finished speaking Paul let out a slight laugh and glanced at her breasts. There! I must keep my options open, I’ll allow her to think over that for a while!

               Irulan smiled, her teeth seemed almost to shine like Kaitain itself, “A fascinating place to have such powerful women, I envy them almost.” He’s trying to keep his options open, we’ll see about that, before he returns to that desert hell I will have him wrapped around my finger and begging for marriage!

               “Truly a fascinating place it is, if ever you visit you must surely speak with the planetologist, Dr. Kynes, his daughter is training to replace him and both are wonderful conversationalists.” It seems our dual is concluded.

               “Well, it has been wonderful to meet you, Paul, but I most go mingle with the rest of the Houses Major.” This is not over!

               “It was a pleasure speaking to you,” Paul politely smiled as he walked away, that one doesn’t seem like she’ll give up!

               Paul glanced around the room, his eyes caught on a beautiful woman wearing a shear dress that showed even more skin than Princess Irulan’s had, not yet counting the translucence. She had long, beautiful hair like polished bronze, and a body that none he had seen before could quite compare to. Her breasts were massive and well-shaped, with a narrow waist and wide, child-bearing hips. Her ass too was a thing of beauty. Now that is a woman! I would love to put a few children into her! I must know who she is.  Her head was turned away from him as she spoke to Archduke Armand Ecaz, Paul began to approach when she turned to him and smiled at him. He stopped dead in his tracks. It was Jessica! His own mother! He felt shame at the thoughts he had had before. It felt like his face was burning, he turned away from her and his mentat mind went to work. Why had she changed her clothing after the ceremony, and why into something so drastically and provocatively different? It didn’t take long for his mind to reach the only conclusion it could, she was trying to seduce someone, but who and why? The Emperor? Surely not, she wouldn’t aspire to be a mere concubine. It couldn’t be Archduke Ecaz or the Viscount of Grumman, as the calculation ran in his mind many were discarded. One that she was attempting to seduce him disgusted him, and he was shamed for the thought, he discarded it with great haste. After all the possibilities ran through his mind, only one remained. His mother intended to marry the Baron Harkonnen!

               As his cascading logic ended, he felt a clap on his shoulder and turned his head, finding his gazed fixed on a pretty, pale face. “If it isn’t the Duke of Arrakis!” came a deep, growling voice from the face, “I don’t believe that we have met in person. And the last time we communicated you were a mere dukling and I a na-Baron.” It was Feyd-Rautha, the new Baron Harkonnen. His flowing auburn hair cascaded down past his shoulders, and his generous lips parted into a feral smile.

               “Baron Feyd-Rautha, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Paul shook the man’s hand. I hope our relationship will be less adversarial than our predecessors, he thought.

               “And I you, if I may call you Paul, you may call me Feyd.”

               “Then I am happy to meet you Feyd, I congratulate you on your ascension, and give my condolences for your loss.”

               “It was only a matter of time, my uncle was never the healthiest man. His love of food and the smoke of Giedi Prime got to him at last.” Feyd stood quite close to Paul.

               “Regardless, you do have my sympathy. I am glad that the Ceremony of Subjugation went off without a hitch.”

               “I too, I never worried though. I was groomed since birth by my uncle to succeed him. He never liked the Beast as na-Baron,” Feyd moved his face closer to Paul’s, and Paul could feel his hot breath.

               “I hope we can have a productive relationship between our two houses, I actually had a proposal for an increase in spice processing on Giedi Prime that I hoped you might inspect, the enmity between my father and your uncle put it on the backburner,” Paul and Feyd’s faces were even closer now.

               “A fascinating proposition, you’ll need to send me the details and I’ll have my mentat Piter go over them,” Their faces were milimeters apart and they stared into each other’s eyes, their chests were touching and each could feel the rise and fall of each other’s breaths.

               “I’ll make sure you get them,” their mouths almost touched when both were shocked out of their focus on each other by a greeting.

               “Hello you two, Feyd its good to see you again,” a sensual voice called out to them with a giggle, “And Duke Atreides if I am not mistaken. We haven’t met, I am Margot Fenring, Countess of Caladan. A wonderful planet.”

               “Paul,” Paul said as he shook her hand, “indeed it is a wonderful place. Arrakis has a dry, austere beauty to it. I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss Caladan sometime.”

               Margot looked him up and down, before removing a lock of her hair from her bosom that had covered it, bringing attention to her bust, “You should feel free to visit sometime, Hasimir and I would be glad to host you for a banquet. You could go out to sea again, I understand that you enjoyed that before you left for Arrakis.”

               “Yes,” Paul said, “that sounds nice.” What is she playing at? It seems obvious she wishes to seduce me, but she’s already married, what benefit could she gain?

               Margot looked over her shoulder and her brow furrowed, “my apologies, Duke, Baron, I must go rescue my husband from that vile Viscount of Grumman. I hope to speak with you again.”

               As Margot hurried towards her husband Feyd and Paul locked eyes. Feyd’s stare was that of a hungry predator, and Paul intended his to be the same. “We’ll have to discuss spice processing another time,” Feyd said, “I must speak with King Rodimer.”

               Feyd walked away, and as he did Paul was transfixed by his ass and his long stride, accentuated gracefully by a pair of high-heeled boots. I’m going to need to find the time to speak with him again.

Chapter 2: Feyd

Ceremonies of Subjugation can often inflame the spirit. During the old Boro Empire, it was said that the Imperial Court saw a rash of births after each event. So many nobles together, usually relegated to dealing with a small blood pool restricted to their own worlds. Its no wonder there are so many marriages after such gatherings.

-FROM 'A HISTORY OF THE CEREMONY OF SUBJUGATION' BY PADISHAH EMPRESS IRULAN CORRINO VIII

 

               Paul sat alone in his bedroom, like everywhere else on Kaitain it was richly decorated, gilded walls and whalefur carpets. Carvings and jewels decorated the walls and the wealth of the empire was evident.

               His eyes were closed, and he thought over the events of the day. He went through each interaction, his mentat processes collating the data. He thought of the conversation between his mother and the Imperial Truthsayer, it seemed likely that she had been the one to order his mother to seduce the Baron Harkonnen. His mother had once confided in him that she had been ordered to bear a girl, perhaps now she was being forced to make amends. He thought of his conversations in the ballroom. The beautiful Irulan Corrino, certainly a candidate for marriage, he filed away their conversation. Feyd-Rautha, Paul was interested in getting to know him better, both carnally and politically. His conversation with Margot Fenring had been the most bewildering, he still wasn’t sure of her motives.

               He thought of his mother, how he had seen her in the ballroom before he had realized who she was. Her dress had been tight and had strained at her curves. Her luscious thighs had been exposed along with her full, ample bosom. He felt a hint of shame in his mind as he filed the images of his mother away in his mind. He felt his cock straining at his pants and felt his face flush with embarrassment though no one was around. He shouldn’t think of his mother this way, her appearance hadn’t been for him anyway. Had it that would have provided another problem, but luckily such a thing fell well outside three sigma of probability. He pulled down his trousers and slowly stroked himself, trying to think of Irulan and Margot as he did, but failing and thinking of Jessica.

               He heard a knock on his door and was pulled away from his unbecomingly lustful thoughts towards Jessica, “My Duke, the Baron Harkonnen has arrived to see you with his mentat. He said he had something to discuss with you,” the voice of Duncan Idaho called from the other side of the door.

               Paul pushed his cock into his trousers and hauled himself up from the bed, “I’ll come, where are they now?”

               “In the sitting room with your mother,” Duncan responded.

               Paul quickly arrived in the sitting room to find Feyd, Piter, and Jessica in conversation. Feyd and Piter’s clothes were of no particular interest, but his mother’s were. She wore a mesh bodysuit that hugged her bountiful curves, it wasn’t a fine mesh and large squares of pale flesh could be seen between the fibers. It left her arms and legs completely exposed, barely covering her crotch and leaving her ass entirely uncovered beyond a single thick strand covering her hole. Her tits were well visible under the mesh. He used his bodily control to stop any blood flow to his penis, had he not he would have had a raging erection at the mere sight of her. God, he would need to bring his own thoughts under control later.

               “Hello Paul,” Jessica gave him her most sultry smile, she may not be happy about her target, but she was glad to practice her skill in seduction again. I taught him well, but not well enough. It’s clear enough from his eyes that did he not have such prodigal muscle control his cock would be practically bounding out of his pants.

               “Feyd, Piter, mother,” Paul nodded to each in turn, “You are here to discuss spice processing on Giedi Prime?” He would need to discuss with his mother later about her attempts to seduce Feyd, these were wildly inappropriate for a woman of her station!

               “Yes, spice processing. We were just discussing with the Lady Jessica the climate of Arrakis,” Feyd spoke, “and I’m almost glad that we lost our quasi-fief, I never spent much time there you see.” And Piter and I discussed her outfit with Harkonnen hand talk, scandalous, she’s clearly trying to seduce me! Its working of course, she is a beautiful woman and God those curves in that outfit! I’d more like to try the son than the mother right now though.

               “Mother, if you we leave us, the Baron and I have matters of state to discuss. I hold your opinion in great respect, but right now it would be best if we could speak in private.” And get those wonderful tits out of my sight! As Paul thought this, the image of her breasts covered in his cum popped into his mind and he had to dispel it.

               Jessica cocked her head to the side and stood, stretching her hands into the air and arching her back as she did, showing off her bodice. Might he suspect what I’m doing? For now all I want is to plant the seed in his mind. “If that is what you wish, my Duke.” She brought down her hands and sauntered out of the sitting room, swaying her ass as she went. She saw Paul glance at her ass for a little too long. I’ve got you my son, I wish I didn’t but I have.

               “Well, now we can get on with our discussion,” Paul said, by which he meant and Feyd understood: My mother’s body was distracting for both of us.

               “Yes, spice processing. Giedi Prime’s factories already produce a significant quantity of spice involved products, what is the exact percent, Piter.” Yes, we can move on now that Jessica is gone.

               “point oh six four eight percent,” Paul and Piter said at the same time before glancing into each other’s eyes.

               “I forgot you were a mentat, Paul,” Feyd said, “your kind has a wonderful memory.” You’ll have the image of your mother in that bodysuit for the rest of your life.

               The three of them discussed tariffs and trade and guild fees, and managed to hash out an equitable compromise that benefitted Giedi Prime and Arrakis. Paul secured favorable rates on whalefur from Lankiveil, and Feyd managed priority on spice from some of the most profitable sands. It was an effective effort, Paul and Piter’s dueling mentat skills bringing both great enjoyment at the challenge.

               “A great achievement this agreement is,” Paul said at last before calling out, “Gurney, could you bring us some of the good wine, Caladan vintage please!”

               “Yes, a great achievement. But perhaps I wonder, might we be able to seal a more profitable alliance between our two houses?” Feyd asked.

               “What do you propose?” As Paul spoke Gurney entered and poured three glass of wine, leaving the bottle on the table.

               “A marriage, an alliance through blood!”

               “Gurney, could you please give us some privacy, allow no one to disturb us.”

               “Yes, my Duke,” Gurney said as he exited the sitting room and shut the doors.

               “Is blood the only fluid you want to seal our houses?” Paul asked, using the inflection of the Bene Gesserit to influence Piter and Feyd both. I want to fuck!

               “Blood would be a good start,” Feyd said and stood from his chair before slowly approaching Paul, “but there are perhaps a few others,” he leaned his face close to Paul’s, “saliva,” he kissed Paul, his lips were smooth and pillowy, “cum,” he grabbed at Paul’s crotch. Paul stopped the blockage of blood flow and felt his cock inflate with great speed.

               “Those can be arranged,” Paul said before planting another kiss on Feyd’s mouth.

               “Mmmm, it seems you’re excited by this,” Feyd purred as he rubbed his hand over Paul’s straining cock.

               The two kissed again, and Paul released his throbbing member from his pants, Feyd stroked it slowly. All the while Piter watched, Paul could see his erection, as well as Feyd’s. You perverts! I can live with the Harkonnens but I don’t know if I can respect them!

               “Piter, come over here,” Feyd crooned, and his twisted mentat servant crawled out of the chair and onto his hands and knees. He slowly crawled over to Paul, as he did Paul got a good look at him. He was slender and tall, his hips were wider than his waist though not by much and his chest wasn’t particularly broad. He had an effeminate look to him, pretty as a girl and from the look in his eyes the boner straining his pants was no trick or illusion.

               The boy’s mother is my true desire, but if I must suckle at the son then so be it! Piter thought as his mind clouded with lust as he watched the Baron stroke the Duke’s had cock over and over again.

               As Piter reached Paul, he put his head against Paul’s cock, let it rest on his face. It was almost as long as his head. Feyd grabbed Piter by the hair, and placed his mouth onto Paul’s cock. Feyd slowly bobbed Piter’s head up and down, letting the mentat stroke and caress the cock with his tongue. Feyd looked into Paul’s eyes and kissed him.

               The two remained with locked lips as Feyd bobbed Piter’s head up and down. What pleasure! I didn’t expect Feyd to use his mentat as nothing more than a sex toy, to caress my cock with his servant’s mouth. Its almost profane, but arousing as well, thought Paul. The twisted mentat was quite skilled with his tongue, Paul felt as it caressed around his tip and slathered the shaft. Paul, Piter, and Feyd all let out light moans as they caressed one another.

               Soon, the skill of Piter’s tongue beat out Paul’s self control. Paul placed his hands on Piter’s head and together he and Feyd pushed the mentat down until he was kissing Paul’s pelvis, his tongue whirling around Paul’s cock as it happened. Paul felt himself throb again and again as his seed poured down the mentat’s throat. He and Feyd let go and allowed Piter to unsheathe himself and let out a deep breath, a dribble of cum escaped from Piter’s mouth and dripped onto his sapho-stained feminine lips.

               “Go out and inform the Atreides that their Duke and I have more to discuss, return to the na-Baron and inform him I will arrive back late,” Feyd said and thought: the cock-whore was nothing more than a sex toy, he’ll stroke himself to the thought of this for months to come!

               Piter left the room with a smile on his face as Paul and Feyd kissed again. They held one another tightly and caressed each other with their hands and mouths.

               Feyd took his mouth from Paul’s, a single line of spit connecting them, and the two stared and breathed, their chests heaving up and down.

               Feyd hooked his hands in his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his chest and stomach. He had a broad chest and a narrow waist, with hips no quite so broad as his chest. He was well muscled and lean, his abdominal muscles showed clearly. He pulled down his pants, and his cocked bounced up and down before coming to stillness, it was long and thick. Paul’s mouth watered at the sight. Its bigger than mine! I’ve never actually been with a man before, God, I’m throbbing at the thought. Paul pulled off his own trousers and kicked them away.

               “I like my boys pretty,” Feyd whispered.

               "Do you think I’m pretty?” Paul whispered back.

               "I do,” Feyd moaned as he slid into Paul.

               Paul felt Feyd fill him, and whined with pleasure as he did. Feyd thrusted in and out of Paul, slowly pulling himself from Paul until he had almost pulled out his tip, before pounding himself back in over and over again. Paul felt the thick juicy cock press against his prostate as it slid in and out of him. He felt his own cock throb with pleasure and his asshole clench with each thrust. It didn’t take long before with a grunt of effort Feyd sheathed himself fully inside of Paul, his pelvis pressing against Paul’s cock and his balls slapping Paul’s taint. Paul felt as Feyd released a hot load of cum into his ass, he expected Feyd to pull out after that, but instead Feyd thrusted again, in and out his cock never softening. Paul found himself within the throes of pleasure, unable to contain as moans as he grabbed at Feyd’s powerful chest. Paul squeezed Feyd’s chest as his cock throbbed and he released several sticky ropes of hot cum over his stomach. Seeing Paul cum, Feyd grabbed Paul’s cock and sheathed himself fully inside of Paul again, planting another load inside.

               The two of them sat together, staring into each other’s eyes, Feyd still inside Paul. Finally, Feyd pulled his softening cock out of Paul’s still quivering hole. We’ll need to do this again, both thought.

               “The marriage pact,” Paul heaved.

               “Your mother,” Feyd replied.

               “That was what I thought, I’ll inform her tomorrow.”

Chapter 3: Jessica

The bond between a mother and a son is strong, stronger than between wife and husband or brother and sister. I know, my own bond with my son is strong, and the bond of my husband to his mother is great. Sometimes it seems he loves her more than I, I wish it were not so, but such is life married to the Red Duke.

-FROM 'LIFE AS EMPRESS AND DUCHESS' BY PADISHAH EMPRESS IRULAN CORRINO VIII

               Paul had slept alone in his bedroom, thinking of his night with Feyd-Rautha. The deal they had made was equitable, and their actions enjoyable. But soon Kaitain would see sunrise and its buildings would glitter so wonderfully. He was sure Jessica would be enthused by her betrothal, it was evident Feyd-Rautha had been who she was after. Even if she had wanted only genetic material, she’d still get it. I’ve no idea why she wants Feyd though, aside from his obvious positive physical attributes, but he was a very different man from father, and she had loved father.

               Paul swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood. He decided to remain in his bedclothes, it was loose fitting shirt and pants. He opened his doors and entered the rest of the apartments, he was hit with the smell of cooked meat. Pork specifically, relatively rare though in great supply on Kaitain. He walked towards the smell, towards the kitchen. He entered, at the bar sat his mother, she had a plate of sausage and eggs in front of her, there was another plate next to her. He realized that none of his retainers were anywhere in the apartments, it was just him and Jessica.

               His eyes widened upon seeing her attire, she was wearing a backless sweater and nothing but. The only fabric he could see was a collar of wool around her neck and loose wool ringing her back with only a small strip covering her ass. He could see the top and bottom of her cheeks. She swiveled around, revealing that the top was no less improper. There was a hole in the middle, exposing her from the clavicles down past the naval and almost to the pelvis. The sides of her breasts were exposed, both inwards and outwards. The wool collar extended all the way around. He mind went to mentat mode identifying the garment, in moments he knew that it was of old earth design, from an ancient empire of Nippon, and called a ‘virgin-killer.’

               “Good morning, Paul,” Jessica smiled, she languorously stretched, arching her back and puffing out her chest, “I made you breakfast.” And it seems I made you erect too. I didn’t want this, but I will take it.

               “G-good morning, mother, thank you,” Paul replied his eyes wide. He realized he was staring at her breasts, that would not do. He also realized his cock was well visible in his sleeping pants, he worked to stem the blood flow and felt himself soften. What is she doing? Can she not see how she looks? How she is making me react?

               He sat down next to her, and started at his breakfast. She swiveled back around towards hers, and her breast brushed against his arm as he did. It took much of Paul’s concentration to stop another erection from forming. Surely she must know what she is doing, I have to throw her off.

               “I’ve made a deal with Baron Harkonnen,” Paul told his mother, using every ounce of his willpower to look her in the eyes.

               “Have you now?” Jessica said before shoving a thick sausage down her throat and swallowing it whole. I saw you looking at my tits, and now I see how hard you resist. How hard will you resist I wonder?

               Paul felt his cock swell, and there was nothing he could do about it as he watched his mother throat a long, thick sausage. It was phallic and sensual. She didn’t gag even a little, “Uh, y-yes, yes. We’ve come to an agreement on spice processing rights and whale fur trade. In addition we’ve come to an agreement for an alliance.” Now was the time to see her reaction, surely Feyd had been her goal?

               “An alliance?” Jessica asked. I didn’t expect this, surely he didn’t marry me off, he couldn’t have possibly thought that was my intention. He was so focused on avoiding his own lust for me he let it slip past his mentat mind.

               “I’ve arranged a betrothal between you and the Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen,” as Paul spoke Jessica’s eyes widened just a tad. Feyd wasn’t the target, but that could only mean one thing. Second and third order approximations raced through Paul’s mind, but they weren’t necessary, there was only one simple first order answer. “You’ve been trying to seduce me?!”

               Jessica put her hand on his arm, “I thought I had made that obvious, I hadn’t realized the reason you’ve been uncomfortable around me was because you thought I was seducing someone else.” I may have biffed this one a little bit, but I can still hook him in. For the Bene Gesserit. “After your father passed, I’ve been lonely, a woman has needs.”

               “That’s not why,” Paul said, “it’s something about the Bene Gesserit, I saw you speaking with the Imperial Truthsayer.”

               Damn, he’s preceptive. “That’s not it at all,” Jessica used all her Bene Gesserit skill to lie convincingly, Paul was skilled, but he was no Truthsayer, “it’s just… you look so much like your father. And I’ve been so lonely. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me these past days. I know what you want, and I want it too.” If only this wasn’t what the sisterhood wanted, it wouldn’t have to be this way. “But if you don’t think I’m beautiful…” she removed her hand from his arm and shrunk into herself just a bit.

               “No… No! That’s not it at all, Jessica, you’re a beautiful woman, it’s just…” Paul breathed heavily, this is insane! “You’re my mother! We-we can’t! It violates every stricture of law and morality.”

               I’ve still got it, I have him in the palm of my hands, and soon I’ll have his balls there too. “Paul… you don’t always have to listen to every stricture, didn’t your father and I teach you that ethics and morality could be bent?” She moved a bit closer to him, and let out a hot breath. You just have to go a millimeter farther, Paul.

               He felt her breath on his face, he glanced down at her exposed breasts, they were perky and bountiful, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. There’s nothing I can do. He said nothing and just kissed her.

               It was a passionate and beautiful kiss, one of love and understanding that only two people who knew each other so intimately could have had. Her lips were soft and silky, he felt her breath enter his mouth and his cock throbbed. They sat there for a few minutes, with nothing in the universe but each other and their lips and their tongues. He moved his mouth away from hers, just a centimeter, and looked into her eyes. He loved her, he truly did, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her again and then bend her over and shove his cock inside of her.

               “We can’t,” he said forcefully, pulling away from her. She’s my mother! We can’t do this! I’m her son!

               “We can…” she gently took one of his hands and placed it on her breast before she kissed him again. He didn’t move it at first, but soon he groped it.

               It’s firm and soft and warm, and there’s nothing else in the universe I want more. “No… no… mother!” Paul pulled away from her and stood from the table, putting his back to her.

               “Paul, please…” she whined, and was surprised to find in her own voice an aching desire. Do I want this?

               “Mother…” I cannot want my mother.

               “Just… please,” I want him, god I want him. What is wrong with me? Before this was for the sisterhood, but now its for me.

               “You know that we can’t,” I want her, but I can’t. What can I do?

               “I have something for you,” she whispered.

               This brought Paul surprise, he hadn’t expected those to be her next words. Though I don’t know what to expect anymore. “What is it?”

               She stood from her stool and turned around, walking a few paces to a small cabinet and pulling out a small box. As she bent over to pull out the box she exposed her cunt to him, it was sopping wet. I’m going to succumb, aren’t I? He felt his pants tighten around his erection even more, he hadn’t thought that possible.

               “I have something I want you to try,” Jessica said, pulling a thin tube from the box, “it’s called Hashish, popular on Old Earth though it’s fallen out of fashion in the modern era.” She pulled out a small metallic lighter and lit the end of the tube. I hope this will be enough, my cunt is aching for you.

               She took a puff from the tube and allowed the smoke to fill her mouth, though she didn’t draw it into her lungs. She motioned to Paul to come over to her. She planted her lips on his and breathed the smoke into his lungs.

               Paul inhaled; he coughed a little. What have you done, mother? As the smoke entered his lungs, he felt a sense of calm and relaxation fall over him, and one of euphoria. He looked over at his mother as she took another puff, and he saw again how beautiful she was. Perhaps I shouldn’t worry, and just do what come naturally to me.

               Good, thought Jessica as she looked into his eyes and saw the lust now unbound, the Hashish has the same effect on him as on me, an increase in libido. She felt herself relax and her pussy throb.

               She reached down her hand and daintily rested it on the tent in his pants before she started rubbing. She reached into his pants and took hold of his cock, she felt it throb as she did. “You want this,” she whispered. I do too, I know I shouldn’t but I do.

               “I want this,” he answered back. More than anything I ever have.

               She pulled his shirt off and over his head, gripped his pants and pulled them down as she kneeled in front of him, his thick hard cock throbbed in front of her face. She looked up into her son’s eyes, looked at him for the first time. He’s perfect, he’s like his father but improved in every way. His dark hair, his eyes, he was slender but strong, nearly hairless, twinkish, and had a look of desire on his face. She took his cock in her mouth, testing it, tasting it, rolling her tongue along the tip and down the shaft. This won’t be enough, I’ll need more. “Lay down on the ground.”

               Paul did as his mother bade and laid flat on his back, his cock like a tower alone against a plain. She squatted over him, lowered herself slowly onto his throbbing member, with each millimeter waves of pleasure shot through his mind and wanted nothing more than to grab her beautiful thick ass and pull her down on top of him, but he didn’t, and eventually after so many long grueling seconds she reached his base, and he was fully inside of her. I love this woman he thought, I love this man she thought. She bobbed herself up and down, bouncing on his thick cock and feeling every millimeter of it as it squeezed against the walls of her cunt. She felt herself dripping, she felt as her fluids lathered it and allowed her to bounce faster and faster and she did so, but all the while it remained personal and sensual and full of passion and love. I want my son to cum inside of me, I want to give him a brother. As she bounced she let out small moans and gasps as his cock brought her pleasure. He too moaned and gasped and ground as he felt her pussy squeeze his cock, sending signals of pleasure to his brain. He tried to go into a mode of mentat focus, to take in every detail so he could remember it later over and over again but he couldn’t focus and was forced to live in the moment, only focusing on her rhythmic bouncing as she fucked him.

               He took her breasts in his hands as she rode him, softly squeezing and feeling them. They were perky and soft and smooth and round. He brought his mouth to one and sucked. She gasped lightly, a break from her low moans. She felt pleasure like she never had before as he tongue dragged around her nipple and tickled her while she felt his cock completely filler her.

               “I love you Paul, my son,” she moaned. I never want to do anything in my life other than this for the rest of it.

               “I love you too, mother,” Paul quietly intoned, muffled by her tit. I want to breed her, to turn my mother into my wife. I can’t marry her, I never can, but I can fill her with my seed and sire a son. She had the tits of a broodmare, I’ll breed her as such. He took his mouth off her breast and looked into her eyes, “I want to cum inside of you, I want to fill you completely with my love and feel as you give me a child. I want to breed you, to impregnate you like father did.”

               “I want that too,” Jessica whined as she felt her mind break from the pleasure, “I want nothing more than for you to just cum inside of me as I cum on your cock. I want to be bred, I want to feel myself be filled by your seed. I want you to do to me what your father did to make you.” It was all true, there was nothing in this moment that her mind could focus on other than the thought of her son filling her sopping cunt with his seed. She just wanted to breed, to become a mother anew. “Cum in me Paul, God please just cum in me. Please please please please, just cum in me, cum in me please.” She moaned and whined again and again as she bounced faster and faster, feeling his cock against the walls of her cunt just filled her mind with more and more lust. I’m cock drunk. Please, I just want him to cum in me.

               As his mother begged him to cum in her, Paul felt his cock throb harder and harder, he felt his balls empty as her frenzied moans and whines and screams drew him to the height of ultimate lust. “I’m cumming!” He felt his cock pump ropes of thick, hot, cum into her over and over again. His cock throbbed and throbbed and he shot cum again and again for longer than he ever had before. His balls emptied and his cock throbbed inside of her as it ran out of semen to release and he continued to orgasm for a full minute as she kept begging for his cock and his cum. She came on his cock as he came inside of her and both orgasmed together. Finally, they came down and could think again.

               I just came inside of my mother, there’s no possible why that didn’t impregnate her.

               He just pumped me full of his seed, I can feel my egg being fertilized as I sit hear and breathe with him inside of me. I’ve done what the sisterhood asked, but this cannot be the last time I experience this. He’ll have to cum in me again.

               I want this again, this can’t be a one time thing.

               “I love you,” Paul whispered, “I want this to be us forever.”

               “I want that too,” Jessica brushed his hair from his face and he let his arms fall from her breasts to the ground. Both breathed heavily. “I want to do this again and again.”

               Paul just kissed her. The rest of their day was spent in the throes of passion, with only occasional breaks to refresh themselves and for Paul to recharge. He would cum inside of her many more times, filling her motherly womb with his seed as she rode him and he rode her and they fucked in every way a man and a woman could fuck. He came inside of her from behind as he tightly gripped her massive round ass in his hands and pounded her, she begged him to cum and he did. He held her aloft in the air and pumped his seed into her. On the bed, in chairs, on the ground, her on top, him on top, next to each other. He came in her ass, and her mouth, and her pussy, and on her face and her tits and her stomach and her back. Over the course of that day the two of them knew each other carnally more times than she had known Leto and more times than he had before ever in his life.

               When the sun set, he had thoroughly bred her and both were sure she was to bear his child. But both knew that it could not be, he could not marry her, and she could not be his Duchess. But she could be his Baroness.

               “I can visit Giedi Prime with great frequency, our alliance and the spice processing gives me the perfect excuse,” Paul told her as he gazed into her eyes and kissed her.

               She pressed her tits against his chest, “I can live with that, so long as I can feel your touch again. I will need to visit with this Baron and learn of him, we’ll schedule the wedding as soon as we can.” If this is what I must do to love you, then I shall do it.

               I will love her, and she will love me. We will marry others, but our hearts shall belong only to us. “I will visit as often as I can.”

               The two fell asleep holding each other, his cock nestled inside of her.

Chapter 4: the Princess

He was my husband, my Red Duke. I was his Duchess, and his Empress.

-FROM 'LIFE AS EMPRESS AND DUCHESS' BY PADISHAH EMPRESS IRULAN CORRINO VIII

               Paul awoke to his mother stirring next to him, he felt her breast brush against his arm as she turned. Our joy must end sometime, Paul thought.

               “Where are you going?” Paul asked her.

               “Unfortunately, I have duties to attend to with regards to the Bene Gesserit, if I could spend the rest of the day here with you exploring each other I would, but I alas I cannot,” Jessica replied. Its really true, I want nothing more than to take your cock inside of me again, but I cannot abandon my duties. I must especially inform the Mother Superior of my successful breeding. Though perhaps… “Maybe I can delay my duties for a few minutes.”

               As Paul laid on the bed he looked up and into his mother’s lustful eyes as she straddled him, before lowering herself onto his quickly hardening cock. “Oh, mother…” Paul moaned. If only this could last for ever.

               Jessica bounced herself up and down, slowly and sensually as she rubbed her hands along her son’s smooth, strong chest. Paul grabbed her ass as his cock slid within her. A wondrous ass, I suspect I would have never been able to resist it had she possessed none of her other beauties, and she possessed so many. Her tits, her face, her lovely curves. She truly is beautiful, thought Paul as his mother slid herself down on him.

               It took only a few minutes of his cock hugged inside of her cunt before he felt himself throb. She lowered herself onto him deeply as robes of cum flung from his cock. The two laid there breathing, bringing themselves back to focus. He felt himself go soft inside of her. When she finally removed herself from him, his cock was covered in his own cum. She took it soft inside of her mouth and licked it clean, hardening him again. But she took away her soft mouth and began her morning rituals.

               “You’re just going to leave me with this?” Paul asked, pointing to his hard cock.

               “A parting gift to remind you of me,” Jessica laughed.

               She cleaned herself but avoided her pussy. As she left to attend to her duties to the Bene Gesserit on Kaitain her son’s cum leaked from her and dripped down the side of her leg. She slipped on a long black dress.

               “Now that you’ve had me, you don’t need to work to seduce me anymore?” Paul gave her a half grin. What I’d do to see in her some of those outfits again, and what I would do if I did!

               Jessica just smiled at him before walking out. I’ll need to purchase some more clothes; I wonder how Paul would react to something shiny and form fitting? With that thought she left the apartments.

               Paul too had to get out of bed, for he had duties to attend to as well. He filed through his mentat enhanced memories and in a moment knew that today would be spent with the Princess Irulan. At the ballroom she practically begged me to fuck her. I could never love her, not after last night, but she could be my Duchess.

               He readied himself, enrobed in his greatest ducal fineries. Simple snakesilk black shirt and pants, inlaid with gold thread and a verdant green sash embroidered in iron thread with a hawk. He looked at himself in the mirror, he was quite dashing. His balls ached from his final encounter with Jessica.

               He walked from the apartment and found himself shadowed by his retainers, though Thufir Hawat was nowhere to be seen. Gurney and Duncan followed from a distance, it was clear that he knew they were there but they said nothing.

               Paul strolled along the glittering streets of Corrinth, jewel of Kaitain. It was a truly beautiful city, even if at its core was the rotting heart of a dead empire. Soon Paul arrived at a small, secluded park, where he saw a beautiful woman sitting alone. She was in a beautiful, short emerald dress that accentuated her curves and drew the eyes towards her bust. Her hair gleamed shiny and golden, her skin flawless and fair, her face beautiful in a way that made her seem sculpted as was Galatea. She paled in comparison to the woman who held his heart. But perhaps she shall hold my cock and my heirs.

               Irulan gazed up and watched the Red Duke approach. He was pretty, with dark hair and a look of knowing stoicism on his face. He may be difficult to crack, but I shall have him. The next Red Duke of Arrakis and Padishah Emperor shall be one and the same, or barring the political realities brothers. She gave him her best smile.

               She really does have a pretty smile, it could never compare to mother’s though. “Princess Irulan,” Paul said with a bow, “it is good to see you.”

               “And I you,” she held out a dainty hand and he kissed it. She was Bene Gesserit, though she appeared like a daisy she suspected she could break this man if she needed. He kissed my hand, a good sign, he’s received no better possibilities of marriage, and he likely never will. “How have you faired on beautiful Kaitain since last I saw you?”

               “Wonderfully, it is a lovely place,” She thinks to lure me in with offers of her beautiful world, it will take more than that to woo me. “Did you grow up here?”

               “I did, in the Imperial Court itself, I have been raised to be Empress one day. Mother will never bear Father a son, I suspect. Though even if she did I doubt I could be displaced.” Give him a lick of arrogance, see how he reacts.

               She’s prideful, but I can see from her demeanor and everything I know about her that that pride is well placed. She would make a powerful ally even were not her father the Emperor. “I’m sure you are formidable in the intrigues of the court, it must have been a beautiful upbringing.”

               “It was, full of wealth and power,” You could not do better than to marry me. “And you on wondrous, water-rich Caladan, what a difference from Arrakis!”

               “A difference indeed, though I consider Arrakis to be my home now.” I am adaptive, and proud of the heights to which my family has risen. By now Paul was sitting next to Irulan, the two of them gliding imperceptibly closer with each shuffle and rearrangement for the purpose of comfort.

               Irulan squeezed her arms to her bosom, accentuating her bust. “Like I said, I will have to a visit, a fascinating world it seems.” She moved her face closer to his. Come on, just take me.

               “Fascinating indeed,” Paul said as he moved his lips to hers. Fine.

               The two kissed, their lips coming together and their tongues caressing. That did not last for long, as Irulan allowed a ring to slip from her finger and clatter to the floor.

               “Oops,” Irulan said, gazing into his eyes, “let me pick that up.” Let’s see what happens now, I have you! She stood and bent over, revealing that she wore no undergarments. Her bare cunt was centimeters from Paul’s face.

               Oh alright, you’ve done a good enough job so far. “Is this park isolated?”

               “Kaitain is a large world with a small population, we are alone,” Irulan said, but as the last word left her mouth she gasped as Paul slid his tongue into her and licked. You are a bold one my Red Duke!

               Paul dug his face into , his nose poking at her other hole and his tongue going deep. He moistened her as best he could, and for a few minutes she moaned with each lick and stroke of his talented tongue. Now is the time for me to take charge.

               He removed his face from her cunt, a line of spit connecting his lower lip to her quivering slit. He stood and pulled down his pants, and in one smooth motion grabbed her as while sliding into her. She moaned, Finally, god, he feels good! She thought. He thrust slowly at first, before speeding up until he was pounding into her, sending shockwaves of force through her he watched as her ass jiggled again and again. He felt as his balls slapped against her, and she did too. He is deep inside of me, and skilled, I wonder where he learned this?

               As he pounded himself into her from behind, he looked past her shoulder to her pendulous swinging breasts, he took one in a hand and placed his other on her hip and pounded harder. She could certainly be my broodmare, with tits like that. A cocksleeve and nothing more.

               “I’d like to, hngh, propose a marriage alliance between you and I.”

               “Oh Paul,” her moan was deep and full of pleasure, “yes! Yes! I want to be your wife and you my husband!” Finally, I’m glad that all it took was some minor violations of the O.C. Bible, I’d have done much more to secure the Atreides.

               “We can marry by the end of the week, a double ceremony, along with the one between the Baron Harkonnen and the Lady Jessica,” Paul grunted as he thrust himself inside of her. And I’ll leave mother with my cum dripping down her thigh as she says her vows. She may be marrying Feyd, but her heart is mine and mine hers.

               “That sounds wonderful,” Irulan gasped, “I’ll make the arrangements.” I don’t know that I’ll be able to love this man, but I’ll convince him I do and sire heirs off him.

               Paul came inside of her, and impregnated her.

               She would be his Duchess, but she would never be his love. That title could only be held by one woman, and her name is the Lady Jessica.

Chapter 5: The Fenrings, Feyd, Mother, and Marriage

Marriage is a ceremony of great importance in society. It takes two families and makes them one, two people and makes them one. It is a cornerstone of noble society, allowing the bloodlines of the noble families to mix and mingle together into a stronger mass of blood alliances.

-FROM ‘THE INSTITUTIONS OF STATE’ BY PADISHAH EMPRESS IRULAN CORRINO VIII

               Paul spent the week before the weddings splitting his time between Jessica, Feyd-Rautha, his bride-to-be Irulan, and the myriad planners and functionaries it took to plan a royal double wedding. He managed to avoid knowledge of his carnal relations with Jessica and Feyd leaking to the public at large. It could be quite the scandal, though there’s something appealing about that.

               Finally the day had come, by the end of this day he and his mother would be married. To different people sure, but that was a much more politically astute idea than any other. An Atreides scion as Harkonnen heir, how wonderful. The three most powerful houses in the Known Universe would be bound together in alliance and matrimony, with House Atreides at its center. Of course, Irulan surely thought herself a master manipulator. There were plans within plans within plans, an Atreides would sit the Golden Lion Throne but equally so would a Corrino rule from Arrakeen. Neither house supplanting the other but the two merging into one. House Harkonnen would not be brought into the fold so easily, it would likely take another marriage to unify them, perhaps between the child growing within Jessica’s womb and the one that would come forth from Irulan’s. Even if they were biologically half-siblings, nobility has done worse to ensure the proper succession.

               He looked at himself in the wall mirror, admired himself, he was a fine specimen of humanity. His slender though powerful figure gave him a regal look. His arms and legs were perfectly proportioned. Even his cock, flaccid as it was, was an aesthetic advantage to his appearance as he saw it. If only I were the Kwisatz Haderach, alas. There was a knock on the door. Paul reached over and pulled on a robe before answering the door. It was the Lady Margot Fenring and her husband Hasimir.

               “So good to see you Paul,” Margot smiled. “We hoped to wish you well on this day you are to be, ah-h-h-h, wed,” Hasimir stammered out.

               “And I appreciate your wishes,” Paul gave a distinguished smile back to them. Why are they here? He looked the two of them up and down. Where Margot was graceful and beautiful Hasimir was furtive and homely. Between the two of them though it was clear there was much possibility for violence. Neither could take him, but both together perhaps could. Of course, violence was unlikely in this beating heart of empire. “Is that all to which I owe your appearance?”

               “More or less,” the smile on Margot’s face was devious.

               Her dress is easily undone, and his suit is no more difficult, Paul thought. Is that really all anyone on Kaitain wants from me, fine, I shall see where this goes. “Well then I should be glad that it brought you here, it is good to see the both of you. I am joyous on this day, my mother and I wed.”

               “Your mother wed to Feyd-Rautha, and you to the Princess Irulan of course,” Hasimir said with a half laugh and a lifted eyebrow.

               “Why of course husband, what else would he have meant,” Margot tapped her husband on the shoulder.

               “Of course wife, what else,” Hasimir replied.

               “Well, if there is nothing else for you to do here,” Paul let his words hang in the air.

               “Oh, wouldn’t you like to host us for a bit?” Margot asked, a twinkle in her eyes.

               If nothing else that confirms it. “Come in Count and Countess Fenring.”

               The two of them entered and closed the door behind them.

               “I know why you’re here,” Paul whispered and dropped his robe to the floor.

               “Am I that easy to read?” Margot asked as she bit her lower lip and scanned Paul’s body with her gaze.

               “Indeed you are,” Paul replied, his cock erecting itself.

               “I was going to ask which of us you’d prefer,” Hasimir said.

               Paul gave a small smile, “I wouldn’t say no to both.”

               “Now that is interesting, husband,” Margot said, “well, let’s give the Duke what he wants.”

               With grace and ease she unloosed a few straps of her dress and off it came, revealing her curvaceous and proportional figure. Hasimir removed his own clothing with the precision of a trained killer, his body wasn’t quite so appealing as his wife’s, though it wasn’t without its draws. The man may have been a genetic eunuch, but he was certainly no physical one.

               “So,” Margot purred.

               “So,” Paul replied.

               In a flash Margot crossed the room and reached Paul, pressing her body against him. He was a tad taller than her, and looked down into her eyes, seeing not only her gaze but her tits pressed against his chest. At the same time Hasimir prowled behind Paul, he too was shorter, and kissed Paul on the back. Margot raised herself on her toes and her full lips met Paul’s, all the while Hasimir kissed his way down Paul’s back until he reached his lower reaches.

               As Paul and Margot kissed, Hasimir spread Paul’s cheeks and planted his tongue firmly on Paul’s hole. His tongue caressed around the rim, occasionally plunging into it firmly and softly at different times. Paul felt the nerves of his hole fire and send signals to his brain of the massage that Hasimir gave him. He removed his mouth from Margot’s for a moment, “I want something more substantial than a tongue, Count.”

               “As you wish Duke,” Hasimir stood as Paul returned his attention to the Count’s wife, and he squeezed Paul’s cheeks in his hands. He rubbed his cock against Paul’s hole and Paul let out a small gasp before Hasimir plunged himself into Paul and Paul moaned. Margot took her soft, elegant hands and as she kiss Paul she caressed his hard cock, stroking it up and down with a light touch as he husband thrust himself in and out of this Duke.

               Margot looked into Paul’s eyes and smiled, before kneeling on the ground (presenting a wonderful view of her ass to him) and pressing her lips to his tip. She kissed it a few times, then she gave it a few probing licks before taking the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. She put her hands on his thighs and squeezed as massaged the tip of his cock with her tongue. “You’ll need to do more than that,” Paul said as he put his hands on the back of her head and slowly pressed until at last her lips met his pelvis. With her head in his hands he bobbed her up and down, taking the length of him in and out of her most throat, all the while she looked into his eyes.

               It wasn’t long before the pleasure of her throat and of his cock brought Paul to the edge of a waterfall of pleasure. With a grunt he pulled Margot’s head until his cock reached the back of her throat and at the same time pressed his ass to Hasimir’s pelvis. Paul felt his cock throb as Margot caressed him skillfully with her tongue. Paul tightened his ass around Hasimir’s cock and felt the Count’s cock throb inside of him. Paul came down Margot’s throat as Hasimir filled his ass with his thick infertile cum. Hasimir’s hands held onto Paul’s shoulders and the two men only breathed heavily as their cocks twitched, Hasimir’s inside of Paul, and Paul’s inside of Hasimir’s wife. One Paul’s cock stopped twitching he released Margot’s head and she pulled his cock from her throat, taking a deep breath as she removed the thick obstruction. She looked up into Paul’s eyes and stuck out her tongue, revealing a thin coating of white cum, she closed her mouth and swallowed before once again sticking out her tongue.

               “I hope you don’t think that’s all we’ll be doing, my Duke,” Margot purred as she took Paul’s cock in her hand and began to stroke it again.

               “Yes, we’ll have, mm-m-m-m, more,” Hasimir said, unsheathing himself from Paul’s ass. He walked away and wiped his cock on Paul’s robe, “yes, I suspect my wife will be want something more, ah-h-h-h, useful of your genetic material.”

               “Of course that’s why you’re here,” Paul said turning to face the Count, “why else would you be, after all you already got Harkonnen genetics for you daughter Marie.” As Hasimir’s eyes widened Paul kissed him. The man had the face of a ferret, but he is a skilled kisser.

               Margot approached Paul from behind and grabbed his ass while kissing his neck, Paul and Hasimir ignored her. Paul pressed his cock to Hasimir and the two rubbed them together, letting out moans and grunts of pleasure.

               Margot stuck a finger into Paul’s hole, and he let out a whimper, then she stuck another and another. Paul used his Prana-Bindu techniques to relax himself. She felt his sphincter loosen and in went another finger, finally she balled her hand into a fist and slowly, sensually slid it into Paul. Her whole fist was inside of him, and all the while her husband and Paul brushed their cocks together. She massaged his prostate with her fist, feeling his hole expand and contract as she moved her hand further in and out of him. Finally Paul let out a small gasp as he felt his cock throb, and Hasimir took a step away while Margot removed her fist from Paul.

               Paul let out a heavy gasp as he felt the pleasure slip away from him.

               “That is, mmm-m-m-m, not how this is going to go,” Hasimir said with a smile.

               “It is not, lay onto the floor,” Margot commanded Paul.

               He did as he was told and laid down, his back on the plush carpet. His cock stood at erect attention, and occasionally throbbed with desire.

               “Now we’ll allow you to cum again,” Margot said as she stepped over Paul, straddling him before plunging herself down onto his stiff member. At the same time Hasimir straddled himself over Paul’s face, before shoving his cock down Paul’s moist throat.

               Hasimir thrust himself in and out of Paul’s throat while Margot bounced herself up and down, feeling as Paul’s cock rubbed against the wet inside of her cunt. Paul had already been near cumming, and this new onslaught of pleasure quickly brought him there once again. As he felt Hasimir’s cock stretch his throat, and Margot’s pussy tighten around him, he felt his cock throb and a wave of pleasure pass through him. He felt as several thick ropes of cum shot from him and coated Margot’s insides a sticky white. Neither Margot nor Hasimir stopped as Paul came though, they continued to thrust and ride and less than a minute later Paul felt another wave of pleasure go through him and yet more loads spill from him into her. Yet they did not give up, and the two continued to have their way with him. By the time the had finished Paul had emptied himself completely within her, had swallowed Hasimir’s own seed, and was left a quivering mess of pleasure on the floor of his changing room while the Fenring’s redressed and bid him their adieu. It took Paul a good deal of time to recover from the experience.

               Paul had barely put his robe on again when he heard another knock on the door. He opened it and saw the pretty face of the Baron Feyd-Rautha. Feyd pushed his way through the door and without a word put his mouth to Paul’s and shoved his tongue down the Duke’s throat. He wordlessly unrobed Paul and looked him up and down. He turned Paul’s slim twinkish body around and Paul bent before him, shoving his ass into Feyd’s pelvis and massaging his cock with his cheeks.

               “There’s cum on your ass, am I not your only,” Feyd asked with a grin.

               “The Fenrings…” Paul mumbled as he felt Feyd’s throbbing member rub against his hole.

               “Ah! The Fenrings, of course, those insatiable dogs, you know I knew that Margot once, I suspect you gave them a run for their money, so much vigor in your soft, effete little body,” he shoved his cock deeply into Paul’s hole and Paul could do nothing but gasp and moan.

               Feyd thrust in and out, again and again. Paul felt as his hole was stretched by the girth of the Baron’s cock, he felt pleasure rush through his brain with each thrust, tightening himself around the thick cock. Paul could think of nothing other than Feyd’s seed spilling inside of him, his mouth watered at the thought of the man continuing to pound himself into Paul before finally releasing a torrent into him. And Paul continued to think of this as Feyd continued to do just that, shoving himself into Paul before pulling himself almost all the way out until Paul gripped not but the tip of Feyd’s cock before he would shove himself back into to the base. Again and again Feyd brought his cock in and out of Paul’s ass, rubbing against Paul’s prostate with each stroke. Paul felt his mind fill with pleasure as thick ropes of cum spilt from him onto the floor, Feyd only laughed as he watched Paul’s cock throb and he continued to pound. With the relentless pursuit of his own pleasure Feyd slapped Paul’s ass and watched it jiggle as he shoved himself into Paul again. After a few more minutes Paul once again found himself spraying the floor with another load of his seed. Finally after yet a few more minutes Paul felt Feyd’s cock throb within him and Feyd gasped as Paul felt his ass fill with the hot, sticky cum. Paul couldn’t help but moan as more and more ropes of that sweet nectar filled his insides until finally Feyd unsheathed himself and cum cascaded like a waterfall from Paul’s filled ass to the floor. Feyd gripped Paul’s cheeks as he breathed heavily.

               “Mm, that was good, I can’t wait to see you at the wedding,” Feyd said as he exited Paul’s changing room.

               Is this really all I am on Kaitain? A cock and an ass for use of those who wish it? There were worse things in the Known Universe. But he did have to prepare for the wedding.

               He continued his preparations, the wedding customs of Kaitain were somewhat strange. Surprisingly simple, an ancient suit worn by the elite of the past for the men, and a white dress for the women. His suit was ready and he walked through the Atreides apartments to reach where his mother was now putting on her dress. He knocked on the door, she opened it and he smiled at her.

               She pulled him in, “you look very dashing in your suit, Paul.”

               “And you look…” Paul looked his mother up and down, she hadn’t actually donned her dress yet, only the undergarments. Frilly loops of fabric that worked to accentuate her already beautiful body. Garters around her thighs squeezed them just right, and her bust was well supported, “delectable.”

               “Oh Paul,” Jessica whispered as she pulled him close and hugged him against her body. He reached around and unhooked her bra, it popped off, revealing her lovely tits. “Paul!”

               He cupped her tits in his hand, fondled them gently before putting his mouth on one.

               “Paul…” she moaned.

               He traced circles around her areolas with his tongue, flicked the nipple in his mouth. He felt her in his hands, soft, supple flesh. Warm and so inviting. He took his mouth from her breast and looked into her eyes, he smiled before kneeling and planting his tongue on her cunt.

               He slathered it, pressing his tongue flat and licking with as much sensuality as he could manage. He took her clit in his lips and massaged it, gently sucking and licking. She let out pleasurable moans, lewdness that brought Paul’s own member to full attention. He hooked his arms around her legs and grabbed her by her hips.

               “Paul, what are you doing?” Jessica asked as Paul stood up, holding her while still stimulating her with his tongue.

               He lowered her, “I’m going to send you to the Baron Harkonnen with my cum in your cunt.” He lowered her onto his stiff member and gently bounced her up and down. She kissed him and the two met their mouths together as his cock entered her, sliding in and out slowly. He felt her grip him, trying to keep her son inside of her with as much strength as she could manage, all it did was bring him more pleasure as he pulled himself out and shoved himself back in. The two of them moaned and gasped and grunted as mother and son shared the most sacred bond that humans could, the bond of love.

               Jessica wrapped her hands around Paul, bringing him closer to her as he thrust into her and their mouths met, sharing their saliva and their bodies. The warmth of her body flowed into Paul as her cunt hugged his cock, he felt pleasure each time she took him deeper inside of her. She knew him, and he knew her. There was nothing in the Known Universe except for the two of them united in body, time, mind, and space together. There was only her breath mingling with his, her eyes staring into his, her beautiful body held in his arms and pressed against his as the two of them brought themselves together again and again. Soon he felt his cock throb and her pussy quiver, he felt her shaking in his arms and she looked into his eyes and whispered.

               “I’m cumming.”

               With that Paul felt himself release inside of her, despite the relations from earlier in the day he found that he had more to give and he flooded her with his love and his seed. He filled her, emptying himself completely inside of her until the cum was dripping from her even as he pushed himself deeper into her. The two moaned into each other’s lips as they came together.

               Finally Paul brought her down and her feet touched the floor as his cock slid out of her slick cunt.

               “Now is the time for the ceremony,” Paul told her.

               “Yes, it is,” she took a heaving breath.

               As the man of her household, it was Paul’s duty to walk his mother down the aisle. I deliver you to the Baron Harkonnen, once a foe now a friend, my cum dripping down your thigh. It was a beautiful reception hall, designed for imperial weddings. The aisle was lined with the Great Houses and Houses Major and Minor of the Known Universe and of Kaitain. Fine musicians played beautiful music as they walked side by side, her arm in his. Finally, they arrived at the dais, there stood two arches of flowers, glowglobes placed to illuminate those considered most beautiful by the imperial gardeners. Paul smiled at Feyd as he handed off his mother to her husband-to-be, and he took his place under the other arch.

               The music played and came to a crescendo as he spotted Irulan’s approach. She walked arm-in-arm with her father, the Padishah Emperor of the Known Universe, he looked pleased. Perfectly filled with the right balance of stoicism and emotion for an emperor. Paul could tell that he was more than elated, but still his face gave the perfect expression for what the nobility would expect of their emperor. There would be few tears to escape from his eyes this day. With a smile he handed off his daughter to the Duke of Arrakis and sat down in the front of the aisle.

               The priest was dressed in a simple frock. He gave simple instructions and soon the ceremony was ended, vows were exchanged, and three houses had come together in matrimony and alliance. There were still many festivities to attend to, drinks to be quaffed, music to be danced to, nobles to mingle with, but it was over. Paul would be emperor, emperor-consort of course, but still. His wife would be the Empress Irulan Corrino VIII.

               After the festivities, Paul at last found himself abed with his new wife. She straddled him and kissed him and rode him with great vigor, massaging his cock until he spilled his seed within her. He reciprocated, moaning and fondling her tits and telling her that he loved her. Thusly were the houses Corrino and Atreides united. But of course, there was only one woman that he loved.

Chapter 6: The Fremen and the suns

The worst moment in a son’s life is when he realizes his father is human. The same is true for the father, when he too realizes his son is imperfect.

-FROM ‘MEDITATIONS ON FAMILY’ BY PADISHAH EMPRESS IRULAN CORRINO VIII

               A glowglobe softly illuminated the room, bringing Paul gently to wakefulness from his deep sleep. He felt Sirah and Zeytt stir around him, he had spent his nights with the twin Fremen for the past few months. His Duchess-Wife and he rarely spent their nights together, he trusted her not to get pregnant off some Fremen man-toy and she trusted him not to allow any bastards born from his concubines any legitimacy (and there had been bastards). Their relationship was one of utter function, she had borne him five sons and she was given much power over Arrakis, over the spice. It suited both of them well, there was no need to pretend it was anything but what it was.

               Paul looked over his current concubines, the two sun-dark Fremen were slim and attractive, that was most of the reason Paul had chosen them. In the dim light he could only see a hint of the blue-within-blue eyes that they both bore. They were twins, man and woman and they shared him. Standing next to each other in stillsuits only one who knew them well would be able to tell them apart. Both had lovely curves and wide hips, though Zeytt’s chest was a bit broader and flatter, he had no hint of his sister’s lovely little tits. Their langorous bodies were naked, illuminated dimly in a most pleasing way. He watched as their chests rose and fell and the two stirred. The two were his latest young concubines, perhaps a little over a decade younger than him, not far from the beginning of their adult years. He would replace them of course, just as they had replaced those that came before, it might be a year or maybe even two, but soon enough they would be unwanted and would return back to the sietches. Or perhaps if they wished he would finance their journey’s to other worlds, see the Known Universe. Then he would take other concubines, and his rule over Arrakis would continue.

               “Must the Naib-duke wake?” Zeytt asked, his husky voice deep as the bonds of sleep released him. He threw his arm across Paul’s chest and propped himself up on a pillow.

               Paul traced with his eyes Zeytt and Sirah’s curves, when the Fremen Naib-l-naib Stilgar had presented the twins to Paul they had been true Fremen, whipcord without a hint of waterfat in them, now after a year in the water-rich court of Arrakeen their lovely curves had filled out with waterfat.

               Sirah put a hand on Paul’s thigh and the other on the side of his face, “Perhaps we can spend some more time abed, in the glowglobe’s dim light,” she smiled and rubbed his inner thigh.

               Paul felt the blood flow to his lower extremities as he felt Sirah’s silky smooth hands caress him, with each stroke coming ever closer to his now stiffening member. I suppose I’ve nothing too important today, though there will be the arrival from Giedi Prime this afternoon. “I do suppose that I have some time we could spend together,” Paul gave them a small grin.

               Paul took Sirah’s hand in his and led it to his cock, she grasped it and stroked slowly and sensually. At the same time Paul stretched and brought his mouth to Zeytt’s, taking a hold of the man’s hip with his other hand. Paul felt as his concubine’s hips gyrated, grinding his cock into the soft bedding, all the while Sirah gently caressed Paul’s thick cock. They stayed that way for a time, the three of them together gently giving each other pleasure, Zeytt and Paul’s mouths united while Paul’s cock gently throbbed in Sirah’s soft hands.

               Paul removed his mouth from Zeytt’s and looked into the man’s blue-in-blue eyes, he saw a hunger in them. Paul sat up, moved until he was kneeling on the bed, his cock extending in front of him. Zeytt and Sirah looked into each other’s eyes before, on their hands and knees, bringing their mouths to Paul’s hard cock.

               Sirah was pregnant, that much was clear. Paul’s mentat mind made a simple first order approximation. She smelled different, Paul’s senses were heightened thanks to his Bene Gesserit training and she smelled the way pregnant women smelled, though not quite so strongly as one far along. He could tell too by her enthusiasm to take his cock in her mouth. She likely didn’t even know yet.

               It was unfortunate that she was pregnant, Paul had enjoyed her and Zeytt, they had been most gratifying. Alas, Paul would need to discard them once she gave birth. Concubines were one thing, but if Paul kept around a woman with his child on her hip, Irulan would see that as a violation of their arrangement. She would send assassins after Sirah, maybe Zeytt too, certainly the child, and the assassins might even succeed. But they might not, Zeytt and Sirah were of course both still Fremen, and their desert honor would require the death of Irulan. That wouldn’t do of course.

               The assassins probably wouldn’t succeed, that was part of the accord with the Fremen. Alongside allowing them their secrets in the southern hemisphere, Paul too allowed Fremen killers into his bed. He could likely take Zeytt or Sirah separately, the two together though would be problematic, especially if they surprised him. It was a check on the Duke’s power by the Naibs, they gave him soldiers and spice and he gave them secrets and a kill switch in the form of two slutty concubines. All the concubines were willing of course, neither the Fremen nor Paul would allow slaves on Arrakis. Once the child was born, Sirah and the child would need to be sent away. Paul would keep Zeytt if he could, the Fremen’s tight ass would be sorely missed, but it was certain his honor would demand he go with his sister and nibling.

               Paul’s thoughts returned to lust as he felt Zeytt’s tongue drag along the full length of Paul’s cock. The two Fremen took turns massaging Paul’s cock with their agile tongues and throats. Zeytt took Paul to his base while Sirah sucked Paul’s balls. As Paul put his hands on Zeytt’s head he heard the man gag just a bit and pulled himself from the moist throat. Zeytt and Sirah kissed while she stroked Paul’s cock, they parted and looked Paul in the eye before licking and kissing his cock, each took a side and slid their lips and tongue from base to tip. The pleasure strained Paul’s mind, he moaned with each lick and slather.  He felt the pleasure build up within him and explode as his cock throbbed and thick ropes of cum shot all over Zeytt and Sirah’s faces and chests.

               Zeytt and Sirah began kissing, and licking the hot sticky cum from eachother’s face, with each kiss passing spit and cum between their mouths. Paul went to work licking his own seed from Sirah’s beautiful tits and Zeytt’s broad, strong chest. The twins kissed and moaned as the three of them licked up the remains of their lovemaking.

               “Zeytt,” Paul said, a hint of lust and command in his voice, “give your sister pleasure with your mouth.”

               “Of course my Naib-duke,” Zeytt said with a smile, and he brought his mouth to his sister’s sopping cunt. He planted his mouth in her slit, the remains of spit and cum lubricating it more so. Paul took a hand and slid a few fingers into Zeytt’s ass, massaging the ring and prostate. A guttural moan came from Zeytt as his mouth was occupied with his sister’s pussy.

               “Cum for your Naib-duke,” Paul whispered as Zeytt moaned and Sirah gasped and shuddered. Paul saw thick ropes of cum, white tinged only the slightest bit blue, shoot from Zeytt’s throbbing cock and cover the sheets with their hot, sticky substance. He watched as Sirah’s mouth hung open and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was overcome with pleasure.

               Paul stood from the bed and dressed, he left the Fremen twins in a quivering pile of post-coital ecstasy, with nary a word and but a glance back to once again take in their sensual curves Paul robed himself and walked from his bedroom.

               Paul knew there wasn’t much for him this day, most of the day-to-day running of Arrakis was done by an army of mentat functionaries trained by the ancient Atreide’s Master of Assassins Thufir Hawat. Paul had trained a few of them himself, though the bulk had been Thufir’s work. Building a mentat school on Arrakis had been a stroke of genius on Irulan’s part, a second industry to level out the instabilities of the spice market. That had been some of her best work, but it left Paul with little to do beyond occasional tweaks and changes to how things operated. Not only did the mentats provide another source of income to Arrakis by offering their services to the other Houses Major of the empire, but too they were so efficient and the Fremen now so pliable with their alliance that spice harvests had never been higher.

               Paul often found himself bereft of duties, an odd feeling for a Duke. He entered into his council chambers, saw there Duncan Idaho, Irulan, Thufir Hawat, Gurney Halleck, and a few mentats.

               “What duties do I have today Thufir?” Paul asked as he swaggered into the room.

               “All that is required of you this day my lord Duke is to greet the naa-Baron Harkonnen when she arrives,” Thufir responded, the man had served three Dukes Atreides (Paulus, Leto, and now Paul) but was still sharp if a little slower.

               “The Fremen bear no reports of much interest, things are quiet in the deep desert,” Duncan Idaho reported. Irulan turned an eye to the swordmaster. Paul could tell simply from the way she moved that she had found herself entwined with the man. A dangerous thing that, Duncan is one of my greatest assets, you won’t be able to cast him aside as you have other, Paul thought.

               “The Atreides legions continue to drill and train,” Gurney Halleck said, “the training of another legion raised from citizens of Carthag progresses well.”

               “Excellent, excellent,” Paul said, “Irulan, how are my sons? Perhaps I should train with Leto today?”

               “That would seem most astute, husband,” Irulan said in her steady, measured voice with just enough sweetness for anyone still under the allusion that they loved one another, “perhaps you would wish to spar with Leto and Lucas together, see if combined they’ve eclipsed their old man.”

               “I’m not old yet,” Paul smiled, “thirty-eight years I bear, but the spice that inundates Arrakis keeps me young.”

               There was not much of note from the rest of the meeting, mentats doling out numbers to their mentat-duke for him to compute on his own time. Spice harvests, equipment requests, water reserves, nothing of much interest. Paul left the meeting still feeling a desire to do something within him. He headed to the sparring room where his sons would be waiting.

               Leto and Lucas looked similar as most brothers did, the oldest of Paul’s brood, nineteen and seventeen respectively. They had their mother’s hair and their father’s nose and olive complexion. Both were tall and slim, much like their father. Neither were particularly skilled swordsmen, but Paul made sure that they were adequate enough. They sat at a table whispering to each other, Lucas back was to the door.

               “You shouldn’t sit with your back to a door,” Paul called out to his son.

               “I could recognize your footsteps, father, mother has been teaching me in the ways of the Bene Gesserit, besides Leto would have warned me of any danger,” Lucas said.

               “Tis true, father,” Leto interjected, “facing each other none could sneak up on. We both practice the weirding way.”

               “Sometimes I wish your mother didn’t have such deep Bene Gesserit hooks in you,” Paul sighed.

               “Yet grandmother placed such hooks in you,” Lucas said with a smarmy grin.

               “Perhaps that’s true,” Paul said, drawing a dagger from his belt and activating his shield, “activate your shields, it’s time to spar.”

               Paul saw as the shimmers of an active shield surrounded each of their bodies in turn. They stood and walked to the weapons cabinet, each drawing a sword.

               Leto struck first and quickly, his sword bounced harmlessly off Paul’s shield, but it distracted Paul for but a moment and Paul barely managed to block Lucas’ strike.

               “It seems you’re not in much a mood for fighting today, father,” Leto jeered.

               “Mood’s nothing to do with it, a wise man once told me that you must fight when the situation demands it, mood be damned,” Paul spoke through gritted teeth as he took a slow feinting strike towards Lucas before switching his dagger to his other hand and thrusting it towards Leto.

               Leto managed to parry away Paul’s thrust with a strike of his own, but Paul moved out of the way. Paul pulled a kindjal from his boot, he saw clearly that neither of his sons noticed. With a flurry of movement Paul rushed headlong into the two shielded boys, when he came to a stop both of their blades shimmered in the red light of a penetrated shield.

               “Looks like we beat you this time, father,” Lucas smirked.

               “Not quite,” Paul said, nodding to where his blades too shimmered red at each of their stomachs, “you’d both have joined me in death.”

               Lucas and Leto sheathed their swords and deactivated their shields. “One day we’ll be superior swordsmen to you,” Leto pouted.

               “That day is not yet come,” Paul replied grimly. The boy pouted too much, was too discouraged. A good duke was a good swordsman, and Leto was not a good swordsman, none of Paul’s children were. Sometimes he was ashamed of them, not a one was as skilled an administrator or soldier as Paul would have liked. None had had the necessary prerequisites to be trained as mentats. At least Leto was to marry well, by week’s end he would united with Ionanna and houses Harkonnen and Atreides would be linked.

Chapter 7

My Paul was a man whose heart was wandering and difficult to behold. But a more loyal duke? One could not be found in all the universe. Anything I could have wished within his power he would have given me, he loved me.

-FROM ‘LIFE AS EMPRESS AND DUCHESS’ BY PADISHAH EMPRESS IRULAN CORRINO VIII

               Paul ruminated on his legacy, would he be remembered as the engineer behind the union of Harkonnen, Atreides, and Corrino? Or would only his descendants be remembered for their parts, perhaps Feyd would be seen as the undeserving architect. Irulan had a claim to the title certainly, but Shaddam had a habit for self-aggrandizement. He’d want his legacy to be more than the failures of the Great Spice War and alleged regicide. It didn’t really matter who got the credit, because Paul would know it had been him.

               He watched the lighter descend from the sky, the heighliner from whence it had disbarked nothing more than a small dot obscured in the cloudless blue sky. The lighter grew and grew as it descended, a huge thing on the human scale, it was quite small as ships went.

               The ship landed, and a cloud of dust flew into the air as it touched down ever so lightly on the barren, cracked surface of Dune. A ramp extended from the lighter, and a door opened. An honor guard of Harkonnen soldiers and retainers stepped foot on the surface of Arrakis for the first time in over twenty years. Paul did a quick mentat evaluation of how much spice profit they had missed out on due to their fall from grace. 412,591,812,901,788 solaris. An astounding sum the Emperor gave me.

               From the lighter stepped two figures, Paul’s sharp eyes could make out the visage of Piter de Vries and next to him a veiled woman. Piter looked even younger than he had the last time that Paul saw him. The figures approached, making their way through the cordon of Harkonnen and Atreide’s soldiers as a local crowd jostled to see their visitors. Paul analyzed the veiled woman as she approached, she was of course Ionanna Harkonnen, the naa-Baron, but that much was obvious. Her walk was similar to that of her mother’s, to Paul’s mother. She had inherited her mother’s figure as well, and her poise and grace.

               Paul thought of his mother, he hadn’t seen her in nearly two decades. Hadn’t touched her, smelled her, felt her hair flow through his fingers and his hands fondle her tits. He missed her, he had wanted to see her many times, but the situation had never allowed it. Even now she had been supposed to visit, but had been indisposed with an illness of the stomach. At least Paul would see the daughter they made together, see the union of he and Jessica staring back at him.

               Ionanna stopped in front of Paul, “Duke Atreides, it is good to meet you,” she said as she lowered her veil.

               “It is good to meet you as well, naa-Baron,” Paul said, suppressing his surprise. She looked almost exactly like Jessica. The only difference was her Atreides hawk nose. She had the same oval face and soft beauty that Paul’s mentat abilities had recognized as Harkonnen features in his mother. She had the same roundness and supple curves as her mother, those curves that had drawn Paul to the heights of passion and lust so long ago.

               “I should like to go inside and meet my husband to be,” Ionanna smiled, “A simple first order approximation tells me that you have simple festivities planned, Arrakis is an austere world, and you an austere duke.”

               A first order approximation? “Are you a mentat?” Paul asked.

               “Indeed I am,” Ionanna nodded, “I’ve no idea why I had the proper prerequisites, none of my known ancestors bore the prerequisites.” She seemed to have a twinkle of knowledge in her eyes.

               A thought came to Paul. Arrakis, the Harkonnen holdings, the Empire, they could all be ruled by my progeny and mine alone. Through that woman will pass the seats of the three greatest Houses in the empire. My seed inside of her, my son Emperor, Duke, and Baron. Better than a grandson. It was all mere justification though, Paul’s mind had been made the moment his eyes had been set upon the naa-Baron, she looked too much like her mother for Paul to make any other choice.

               Paul was pulled back to the world by words spoken by the oddly young Piter, “Despite the naa-Baron’s status as mentat, she still finds me useful just as you find Thufir Hawat and your cadre of trainees useful.”

               “There is no need to interject, Piter,” Ionanna glared at him, showing her Harkonnen upbringing, “now I would like to go inside. Oh, and Paul, there were two passenger who will come shortly, Marie and Louis Fenring.”

               As they walked to the ornithopter that would take them to Arrakeen, Paul asked, “The Fenrings, why have they arrived with you? This was to be a small ceremony uniting our houses.”

               “They are personal friends of mine, and since one of them is set to inherit Caladan, I figured you might want to secure Marie to one of your sons.”

               “You’re only friends with Marie, aren’t you, you wish to secure her inheritance by marrying her to a son of the Duke of Arrakis, that can perhaps be arranged.”

               “I’m glad to hear that we understand each other.”

               “My servants will show you to your quarters once we arrive. There will be a small banquet, I’ll have to inform the cooks that there will be two extra guests.”

               They reached the ornithopter and entered, Paul piloted them back to Arrakeen. I’ll have her bedded before the wedding, Leto mustn’t know.

…

               The banquet was a simple affair, three courses of traditional Fremen food to give the guests of sense of Arrakis. Paul sat at the head of the table, as was traditional for the Duke. To Paul’s left sat the guest of honor, the naa-Baron Ionanna Harkonnen and next to her was Leto with Paul’s three youngest sons, Paulus, Shaddam, and Duncan in a row beside him. To Paul’s right sat Irulan, and next to her Louis Fenring, then Marie, then Lucas next to her.

               The first course came out, melange infused nopales, and was received well by the guests. Ionanna and Leto got along well enough. Irulan and Louis spoke politely to one another, and Paul’s plan in seating Marie next to Lucas succeeded, as the two laughed and joked with one another. Paul’s three boys enjoyed their food and talked amongst themselves.

               “How are you enjoying the food of Arrakis, naa-Baron?” Irulan asked.

               “It is exotic and enticing, I was surprised at first by the inundation with the spice, but this is after all a spice rich world.”

               “Wonderful, I’m glad to hear that you enjoy it,” Irulan smiled.

               Another course came (eagle breast simmered in a mélange sauce) and Paul looked around the table, he noted with a sense of shock, slight amusement, and pride that his plan had succeeded so supremely, that Marie’s hands were under the table and one gripped his son’s cock. She stroked slowly, avoiding any movements of her upper body that would have tipped off the other guests of her under-the-table handjob. Paul only noticed thanks to his mentat hyperawareness, he was sure that Ionanna too would notice. Wait a moment, Paul thought to himself, she’s not just stroking my son! He saw he slight bounce of both sides of body, she was caressing her own brother’s cock as well. Paul could see from the man’s age and features that the boy was spawn of himself and Margot Fenring, likely sired on Paul’s wedding night.

               Paul felt a foot against his, and it made its way up his leg. Paul managed to remain completely in control of his body, not allowing the others to notice what was happening to him. He felt the foot creep upwards, until it reached his lap and began to caress his now stiffening member. From the angle of stroking Paul was aware that it was the naa-Baron’s foot.

               “So, my Duke, the spice must be quite profitable, you must be glad the Emperor granted you fief-complete over Arrakis,” Ionanna said with a grin as she used her toes to unhook Paul’s pants, his cock bounding out and standing at full attention under the table.

               “It has been quite profitable,” Paul said, not allowing his voice to show any pleasure as her foot stroked his hard cock.

               “It seems an inappropriate line of question,” Irulan interjected, “seeing as Arrakis was once fief of house Harkonnen.”

               “And before it was fief of House Richese,” Ionanna looked into Irulan’s eyes as she massaged Paul’s cock, “the history matters little, I was merely asking the host’s opinion on the matter and he has given it.”

               “Just so,” Irulan said, turning her head to return to her conversation with Louis, whose attempts to hide his pleasure were less successful than Paul’s, “Louis, are you alright?”

               “Yes,” he grunted, “I am.”

               Irulan’s eyes narrowed and she looked at him, but said nothing.

               The third and final curse, desert, arrived, it was a cake made to look like the deserts of Arrakis, with a chocolate sandworm and a spice patch made from real melange. The guests dug in with gusto, and the dish was pleasurable.

               But Paul felt a greater pleasure as he sensed climax approaching from Ionanna’s soft soles. While they ate, he noticed Louis and then Lucas shudder a tad as they came from Marie’s stroking. Marie let out a giggle and grinned as they did. Irulan again narrowed her eyes, but once again said nothing. Ionanna and Leto continued to converse.

               Paul felt himself pushed the edge, and barely managed to restrain himself from reacting as pleasure raced through his mind and he released. Ionanna felt as her foot was covered in Paul’s cum and the slightest mischievous grin touched her face.

               “What’s the grin for?” Leto asked with a smile.

               “Oh nothing,” Ionanna said shly, “I just thought of something funny.”

…

               Paul sent away his twins for the night, he suspected he would have a visitor and that he would not have need of their warmth. Paul soon found himself proven correct when there was a knock on the door and a light shuffling noise as it opened, a figure entered a dim glowglobe powered to life.

               Ionanna closed the door behind her as she entered. In the dim light Paul could make out that her body was covered by a robe. Even with her body hidden she was beautiful.

               “I suspected this, after your behavior at the banquet this seemed the most likely outcome,” Paul whispered.

               “Did it? Was it my foot covered in your cum that tipped you off?” she whispered back with a giggle.

               Paul laughed, “was there somewhere else you wanted my cum?”

               Ionanna answered by dropping her robe to the floor, revealing her beautiful, curvaceous body. She crawled into the bed with Paul and kissed him. He kissed back.

               The two pressed their bodies together, Paul feeling her tits press against his chest as his cock rubbed against her thigh and he thought of those nights with his mother so long ago. He ground his cock into her and let out light moans as the pleasure of flesh touching flesh entered his mind.

               She rolled over onto her back, spread her pussy with her hands and looked into his eyes. Paul lowered his mouth to her cunt and licked, slathering it with his tongue, sucking her clit gently and intently. She grabbed her own tits and pinched her nipples, trying and failing to stifle her moans as he brought her pleasure with her tongue. Soon she shook and let out a gasp as waves of pleasure propagated through her, emanating from his tongue planted in her cunt. She took a few deep, heaving breaths, “I want you inside of me.”

               Paul pounced, his body over hers as she lay on the bed and plunged his cock into her while kissing her. He went at her in a frenzy, pounding her into the mattress. The two of them gasped and moaned and breathed together as their bodies united in animalistic feverish pleasure. Paul wanted to do nothing more than plunge himself into her so deep that his seed would find succor. He wanted to breed her, to fill her with a child of his body, to see her stomach swell and for Leto to raise his bastard.

               Ionanna crossed her legs around Paul, pulling him in. He tried to pull out just a bit but Ionanna growled and pulled him closer with her legs. The hysterical drive within broke him and he pushed himself into her, his cock going as deep as it possibly could, buried in her tight, hot, wet cunt.

               “We are not merely half-siblings,” Paul said as he felt his cock begin to throb and pulse and her legs lock around him, “you are my daughter.” She squeezed him with his legs as his cock pumped virile cum into her fertile cunt, throbbing again and again as he unleashed himself inside of her.

               “Well,” Ionanna whimpered, “I knew as soon as I saw you, from your and our mother’s appearance and my own the truth was obvious.” She kissed Paul.

               There were only two women Paul loved, one his mother he had married to a Harkonnen, and one a Harkonnen he had married to his son.

Chapter 8: Appendix