Blood & Marriage🩸Feyd Rautha x f! Reader

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it was a terrible feeling to have your power stripped away.

dirty socks soaking wet, three fresh mop heads later, all cleaning solutions used, the last bins emptied, mirrors shiny, toilets clean enough to eat off, lockers scraped free of gum and twig snacks and grafitti of cocks and titties (a few of you with both a cock and titties) + (horns and snake hair and a very bushy vag)—

you lay on your back along a plain, semi ruined black sofa, your fashionable nails had come off with the caustic sodas, skin a little red, a callus already on your palm. 

Could you leave? Probably. But one of Vlads slaves would come soon and relieve you. Not that you really wanted to leave, not with him in that kind of mood.

Very poor reading in here, you flipped through a pamphlet that explained the importance of hydration and what to do in the event of a Fremen attack, not to mention a few techniques for last resort self defence. Everyone knew that 'leaf in a mild summer breeze' stance always defeated the 'dragon tiger super storm.'

Socks off your feet, you sniffed them, "woah," laughing when you aimed them perfectly in the trash, EYES LINGERING ON THE FLOOR BATH. 

Oh yeah, that looked so good, so inviting, a literal built in bath six feet deep the foundation, Harks loved their bathing, big enough for fifteen men, only one Baron, maybe three Rabbans and a single Feyd. 

Alpha Team wasn't due back to barracks for another hour, the parades and gunship displays and 'thopter manoeuvrers all done to highlight military supremacy. 

.....mmm. 

It took five minutes to run, the swirly water thick with bubbles from the built in lotion squirters, all manly scents, didn't matter what was Feyd gonna do sniff you?

NAH, YOU WOULDN'T USE THE SPONGE. Idly slotting it back.

With one last peep at the doors, listening out for intruders, you stripped off, dipping in a toe before sliding shoulder deep into the swirly depth. 

BLISS, deliciously hot water making you groan as you stretched out your back, ass hopping up on one of the little seats with a massage function.

Was it true? What De Vries said? Would your own husband really be balls deep inside home—wrecking blondie? With a sigh, you let your you head tilt back, eyes slowly closing. 

There was nothing you could do even if he was. This, this was the life of royalty, of marriage without love and only done for political arrangements to bring together great houses. DIDN'T STOP IT FROM HURTING. Did he know what she smelt like? What to say to make her laugh? 

You was pretty certain he didn't know how to love but...did he like her more than you? 

Pressing the button for another gush of hot water, steam curling around your head, it'd be fine to rest heavy eyes for one minute. 

🩸

"Boots off cocks out, we arrive in glory brothers!"

W—wha?

Your eyes fluttered open, something was happening, another day another what the fuck, you smacked your lips together, "mmm," content to let it all pass by.

wait

OH FUCK

FUCK 

FUCK

how long had you been asleep? 

Fingers pruned, you awoke in still hot water to the sounds of no less than fifteen men strutting into the changing/bath/toilet room.