𓆩𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𓆪 Dark! Paul Atreides x Reader

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘍𝘐𝘝𝘌

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

-Slight smut & Gore-

You were trapped in a nightmare, every part of you ensnared by his touch and those piercing blue eyes. Standing on your balcony, the night air felt suffocating as his chest pressed firmly against your back, pinning you against the railing. His breath was hot against your neck, mingling with the chilling fear that gripped you. He made you watch in agonizing detail as your city crumbled into chaos and flames. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the smoke that choked the air.

The screams of your people pierced through the clouds of destruction, their cries a haunting melody that echoed in your ears. The stench of burning flesh was overpowering, a noxious cloud that made you want to retch.

Your dragons, once mighty and revered, were not spared from the massacre. Their massive bodies, now torn and mutilated, lay in grotesque heaps. Their heads were severed with brutal efficiency, blood gushing from their necks and staining the ground. The scene was a nightmarish tableau of violence and despair. You watched in paralyzing horror as the heads of your dragons, their eyes still open in silent screams, were desecrated—each slice of the blade a savage reminder of your feebleness 

You suddenly felt the man responsible for the chaos move behind you. His touch was both intimate and invasive—one hand wrapped almost tenderly around your neck, while the other clutched your hip with a possessive grip that nearly tore your dress. The pressure around your throat was both a restraint and a taunt, his fingers digging in just enough to ensure you could feel every moment of your degradation.

As he dragged his hand away from your neck, you seized the moment to draw a ragged breath, the air catching in your lungs like shards of glass. A sob erupted from your throat, a raw, pained sound that escaped despite your efforts to stifle it. For the first time in hours, he allowed you to look away from the horrific scene before you. Your gaze shifted, struggling to find any solace in the wreckage and bloodshed that surrounded you.

You felt his lips brush against the shell of your ear, his breath warm and unsettling. His hand moved to rest gently on your other hip, his grip surprisingly tender despite the chaos that surrounded you. His presence was a stark contrast to the violence unfolding before your eyes.

As his fingers anchored you, your sobs evolved into uncontrollable cries, tears streaming down your face in relentless rivers. 

"Shhh," he murmured in his usual rough voice, the sound a chilling blend of cruelty and false comfort. Gradually, his fingers began to dig into your hips with increasing pressure. The pain was sharp and relentless, but it only intensified when one of his hands released its grip on your hip and seized your hair instead. The sudden yank made you hiss, a burst of pain shooting through your scalp.

He turned your head forcefully, making you face him directly. His piercing blue gaze locked onto yours, cold and unyielding. The intensity of his stare was both suffocating and invasive, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. He hummed softly, savoring the sight of your tears as he forced you to look back at the inferno consuming your city. 

"Tell me, baby," he taunted, his voice dripping with malicious satisfaction, "how does it feel to be the reason your people's blood bathes the streets? The reason your city burns to nothing?"

He paused, letting the torment hang in the air as he leaned closer, his body pressing harder against yours. His lips brushed your ear, the sensation both intimate and horrifying as he whispered with cruel finality, "The reason your children will never fly these skies again."

Each word was a knife, twisting deeper into your already shattered heart. He pulled his head away and looked down at the burning city with you, his own people methodically slaughtering yours, their obedience to his command clear in every merciless act.