Blood & Marriage🩸Feyd Rautha x f! Reader

Date Night; final chapter

MAH SELLFFFFF INDULGENCE IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE :P 

SUCKER, Alia Harkonnen, you SUCKER. AGAIN, A SUCKER.

You'd danced for an hour, very poorly, the one skill Jessica had given up on teaching you. Tomorrow you would feel ashamed of yourself. If you didn't live in a mono-feudal society where no one could criticize you the bullying would never stop after that cringeworthy two step. 

The spice den downstairs was a nest of light and velvet,

but here in the sectioned off chamber, the VIP area, sounds of music arrived quiet as a heartbeat under wool.

A thin ribbon of spice vapour drifted from your table's centre, curling around the gold-etched and very much used glasses.

You and Feyd had gone quiet; the comfortable quiet that came after too much laughter and stupid questions and almost kisses and too much kisses, one puke from you and a toke too strong that made his eyes bloodshot from him.

Now, Feyd Rautha Harkonnen lounged sideways on the low couch, boots crossed at the ankle, shirt thrown open, sweat shimmering on his collar bone and between the severe little packs of his abdominals.

You lay both on and around him, TOTAL TART, back of your head on his chest, one leg tangled up with his.

You couldn't get used to this, late night drinking, hanging around in bad places, enjoying a Harkonnen you'd once considered a beast, THAT YOU'D PLANNED TO TRICK AND FIGHT AND ANNIHILATE (if necessary, and it had been deemed, at some point, very necessary.)

Paul would hate you it. From somewhere across the universe, it felt as if he did. 

His sister, only one so far, running her fingers over the powerful muscles of Feyd's stomach, amazing at how his skin reacted, lay in his arms. Arms that had killed people, hurt people, subjugated and exploited people, what did that make you if not just an accomplice?

And right now, Feyd Rautha Harkonnen was a lion after a very large meal, too young to be tamed and too tamed to be trusted. 

This was when he was unpredictable, toying with his blade in the hand furthest away from you, outlining the shape of your womb with the other. 

Lazily, you turned your head, it was a new blade, the handle CARVED FROM HUMAN BONE engraved with a large wolf, the steel glimmering with star blue light that it naturally gave out.

"Can I hold it?" You asked, shifting on his body. Your training was at play here, you exposed your belly, adjusting your head to show your throat, slow blinks, admiring smiles, to the male predator, it was utter submission. 

This shit actually worked, he relaxed. 

"What?" He stilled, sudden gaze on you sharp, "no. you cannot," he said in his harsh lingual trait before looking away after seeing your posture.

And he tamed his tone, politely bowing his head to you, "you're too sloppy right now for knife play, sweetheart."

SEE, IT WORKS. Just don't try it at home with your own pet psycho you were a trained professional.

he blade twirled through his hand, cutting loudly through the air. "A gift from my uncle."

Probably wants to share a bath, Feyd Rautha thought. manipulate him with shiny gifts. He'd have to keep a closer eye on you so you didn't suffer the old man's retaliation.

"Excuse me, mister intergalactic warlord." you pouted as he stroked fingers through your hair, lightly scratching, the Grizlash you'd drank making you looser as you held up a finger.