Psyche

Psyche And Cupid


The man shifted and twitched in his sleep, beset by demons she couldn't see. Sabiha was sleeping now, and Hedera was charged with watching the captive. Wrinkling her nose she daintily set aside the green, pungent smelling Spice Essence and brought out her personal satchet of water.

Poor bastard. No one deserved such a fate, to be slowly poisoned by Spice and trapped in a nightmare-like trance. If only she held any kind of sway, over anyone here! But no, she was just a lowly meta-servent, her services in exchange for Spice. Her home planet, Llybra, sent her as an envoy.

With a clean cup of water in hand Hedera approached the bed. He was strung out, flexing his body taunt as a bowstring, acting like a Falla abuser, sweating and strainging against the poison in his blood stream. Gently as she could, Hedera dotted away the sweat from his brow, sitting on the edge of the platform he rested on. She took a brief moment to study this boy who seemed to merit such harsh treatment.

Man, really, not boy. In his late teens, early twenties he was, actually, really very striking. Short cropped brown hair, fair skin, well-muscled but lean, with even, handsome features,and full, beautiful lips. He was nude, with only a sheet for his modesty, but this was for a practical reason, not just humiliation. Without any coverings one would suffer heat stroke within hours in the desert, if he were stupid enough to try and run.

Hedera cupped his neck and drew him up slightly, at an angle to help the water flow. His agitated twitchings calmed, but his entire body tensed. After a moment of fruitless coaxing she sighed.

"Calm yourself, Depae. Drink." She whispered using her world's term for 'beloved' without thinking. He frowned in concentration in his trance, something coming through to him. When he continued to refuse the cooling water she, desperate, began to sing softly.

On her planet their culture was rooted in song. Everything was sung and to hear spontanious bursts of it throughout the market place was a common, if not a daily activity. Every Llybraen was born singing, with a special melody just for them imprinted in their very beings. These tones were the base of everything they did in life, but rarely heard by themselves outside of intimate family sings.

Hedera knew this fact but something... something powerful, told her to sing to this man, and sing her Heartsong. Once the melody slipped through her throat and dripped like rich wine from her lips he loosened, almost seeming to... recognise the tune. His lips opened at her urgings and she poured a small mouthfull into it.

Once he realized the water was not Spice laced he began gulping, surprising her when he clasped her wrist to hold it there while he drank the cup down. Once it was gone he began thrashing, more violently this time, still clasping her hand in a death grip.

"Calm yourself, Depae!" She hissed in whispered pain. He resisted, holding her all the more tightly. Then, suddenly, his eyes snapped open, perfectly lucid and very, very, blue.

Fremen blue.

"Who are you?" He asked, voice strong despite abuse.

"Hedera. You should rest, Depae, before Sabiha wakes and they come back with more... b-before they come back." She finished lamely, caught in his extrodinary eyes.

"With more Spice Essence to kill me you mean." He added, cuttingly. Hedera lowered her head, ashamed and slightly afraid. She busied herself with pouring another cup of water.

"Drink this." She offered the cup to his lips, glad when he let her wrist go. He slowly sipped it, studying her as she avoided looking into his too-knowing eyes. When he finished the second cup she pulled it away and set it down, eyes locked on the strangely erotic picture of the dewy drops clinging to his lush lips.

"You are not Fremen, are you?" He finally asked, leaning back and letting his body go slack. No doubt reveling in the few moments of peace he gained.

"No, I'm Llybraen. When her Holiness, Alia, raised the price of Spice my planet was forced to either go without or trade with rogue Fremen. They chose the rogue Fremen." She sneered, bitterness creeping into the words. He watched her expressions.

"I take it you don't approve of the decision?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Hardly. Spice is an addictive poison that sparks maddness." A ghost of some past memory crossed her face, but then she shook it away and continued.
"As part and parcel of the agreement I owe a standard year of service to them. I am on the last couple months in fact."

"You risk much, if they find out you let me have water and broke the trance. They could refuse to trade with your planet." He observed.

"Hardly. I don't mean to be rude, but you are already mostly saturated in Spice. Within two hours you'll fall into the trance again, new dosage or not. Besides, I was told, exactly, to 'watch over the captive and get him to drink'. They never said what to get you to drink." Hedera tugged the bed sheets over his hips where they fell, reveling quietly as her knuckles scraped warm, hard flesh. "I risk nothing and gain even less. Besides which, that snake Sabiha isn't coming back for at least three hours. Here, you should rest. More water?"

"Yes." He met her eyes briefly, then paused, frozen as residual spice triggered a momentary Trance.

Hedera, concerned, leaned over him further and pressed her free hand to his forehead. He was relatively cool, considering. Those odd, eeiry eyes were still frozen, not unfocased but rather super focased. She broke eye-contact to check his coloring, which was alright, circumstances notwithstanding.

When she looked back he was with her again, eyes mating with hers holding an odd sort of... familiarity. Silenced by the intensity of what he held in those eyes of Fremen blue, she was held still, physically, by the hand on her shoulder. He sat up slowly, never breaking their eyes from one another, deliberately sliding the hand on her shoulder to her neck. Absently she registered the dry rustling slide of the sheets as they slid past modesty, but she couldn't bring her eyes from his. The hand at her neck caressed her briefly, then lifted to her hair-bun.

With a snap of those powerful fingers he cracked the holder and the thick, ebony brown locks of her waist-length hair fell around them in a curtain. The hand returned to her neck, and began slowly bringing her closer. She was unable to stop him, his determination was too great. To be frank, she didn't even think about stopping him. It was kinsmet, and she had little power to stop it.

Eyes still locked with hers, he finished the brief distance himself, sweetly capturing her lips with his. The small dewy beads of water broke between them, wetting her lips in a delicious kiss of life. It seemed her passions merely needed that watering, for with a quick, indrawn breath she lurched forward slamming into him. He fell back, arms wrapping and winding her in his embrace as they kissed.

He was addictive, sweet and Spice'd, and Hedera felt a rightness, there in his arms, with her lips on his. Their tongues dueled, fighting not for dominance, but for pleasure. She kissed him back hungily, surprising herself with her ardor.

He accepted her desperate passions in stride, returning with equal desire. His arms tightened, pressing her further against him. Emotion rose in waves inside of her, with such fast current and deep waters she could not identify the emotion for what it was. Contenting herself in simply feeling, Hedera happily drowned in them, wrapped in his arms and dizzy with Spice.

She was lost, inscenced, to this man, his irrevocably. Her hands snaked up to his hair, tugging gently and diving through, angling her mouth for better purchase. Meanwhile, the bedsheets fell forgotten to the floor as she straddled him, a knee on either side of his hips.

He abruptly sat up, hands grasping her upper arms to push her away. Then with quick, impatient gestures he tugged to sun-faded shirt up and over her torso. As soon as the worn fabric cleared her face they fused, mouth to mouth, chest to chest. Broad, caloused fingers traced her form, over ribs, her breasts, her back, her hips, as if to memorise every curve and hollow. Hedera grasped his biceps desperately, clinging to him even as she undulated and writhed in pleasure in his embrace.

"We haven't much time." He whispered into her lips, finger looping into her pants .

"Mm hm." She agreed mindlessly, lifting her hips for him to tug the offending article passed them, her bottom, her knees, and to her ankles. There he left them, giving himself just enough room to fit himself between her thighs, but keeping her bound from moving any further.

Hedera gasped, breaking their everlasting kiss as he slid a knoledgable hand through the slick moisture between her naked thighs. His eyes locked onto hers, deep and intimate, as he lifted her up. Then he let her slide down, impaling herself on his errection. She looped her arms around his neck, boldly keeping his gaze as she sank down until he was in to the hilt, deep inside her.

It hurt, but it was such a delicious ache she could barely stand it. He was... perfect. There was no other word for it. He filled her exactly, putting pressure on all the right things. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. It was too much, his warmth beneath her, his length inside her, his arms around her, his eyes on her. She was surrounded by him, trapped with him. In that moment he became her everything.

By the look of hot pleasure in his eyes he felt the same way. Their panting breaths filled the silence as each tried to adjust to the all consuming pleasure. FInally he moved, leaning up. In one easy motion he drew his legs under him, slid her pants off one of her ankles and kneeled between her thighs, now with her underneath him.

Hedera pulled him down to her level, kissing him deeply as she slid her legs over his hips. Accepting her invitation, he pulled back, only to thrust in deep. This time she could not hold back her soft, whimpering cry. Try as she might, she could not tear her eyes away from his, and as their slow gentle coupling became more and more frantic she watched the pleasure climb in his eyes.

Her cries were gaining in volumn, but she was ever reminded of the threat not too far away from them. But he was perfect, finding exactly the right rythum, touching exactly the right places. Almost as if he were meant to make love to her. Almost as if he'd done it before. It drew along, further and further, until her stomach tightened up, her thighs trembled and the pleasure overwhelmed her. Loosing herself, Hedera cried out wordlessly, reaching up and capturing his lips with hers.

Just as her orgasm ripped through her he came, roaring inhumanly in his throat, physically lifting her into a sitting position, her legs around his hips. She saw stars, white blinding her behind her eyes. As the spasms slowed her stomach tightened again and she gasped as a ripping sensation shot through her.

Behind her eyes, briefly, she saw the smiling faces of two children of the age of eight, about. Dark brown hair and Fremen eyes they had, two little lights in the dark.

Then she was jerked back, where she remained, sweating and shaking in the aftershocks of the most intense thing that ever happened to her. He clutched her to him as she did him, wrapped around one another for a breif moment. She never felt so complete in her life, never so... content.

"They're coming." He whispered to her huskily, stroking her long hair. Hedera frowned, pulling back and meeting his eeiry eyes.

-those eyes, so like those children. Who were they? What-

Her thoughts were interupted when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps not too far away. Quickly she disentangled herself, snatching her shirt from the floor and pulling up her pants. Her hair was easily wrapped up into itself, just as Sabiha turned the corner. A quick glance at the captive assured her he was reblanketed and laying down.

" There you are. Go on, the naib has news of your servitude girl." Sabiha sneered with casual distain, before turning lustful eyes to the man pretending to sleep. Hedera didn't spare another glance before running out.


AN::: Okay, so i did continue this story on, but the rest is just plot and no sex, i kinda gave up on it. I appologise to those die-hard Dune fans for only reading the first Dune and watching the movies, but hey, given a chance wouldn't you do the hot guy on the slab? huh? .... nobody? Maybe Im jsut weird. Anyway, this is strictly for fun, so, ta da!!!