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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACT TWO ── destiny calls 🪐

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warning: * MATURE CONTENT
& LONG CHAPTER *

A NEW DAY WAS BROUGHT OVER THE DESERT AS THE WARM SUN WAS SETTING THE ENVIRONMENT A BLAZE, AND LIT EVERYTHING UP FROM WHEN IT WAS DARKNED AT NIGHT. The Fremen had brought out the couple for their final test, to see if they would become one of them or not, even if majority of them already sensed their blood in the girl's veins.

They all gathered around on the dune to watch what would happen, either crouched or sat down on the sand wearing their stillsuits. Chani was stood up near the front with a worried look, that gaze being on the figure of (Y/N) in the distance, as she wore a blue headband around her.

(Y/N) was sandwalking beside Paul following along Stilgar up the dune hill, all the way until he told them to stop and touched the girls shoulder gently. They faced each other when the couple stopped their movements, marks in the sand from their walking.

"Sureyi, Usul. I made these myself," He called their Fremen names out, as he unwrapped two thumpers from inside a cloth and held it out to them with his gloved hands, "Here."

She grinned in thanks to the older male making his spice infected eyes soften a bit, and she takes the thumper from his left hand, while Paul took the other. She fiddled around with it, smiling up at her boyfriend brightly which he returned it with a fond look, always loving that expression on her face.

Stilgar glanced towards Paul with a knowing stare now, "Don't try to impress anyone, you're brave we all know that." He started sending a pointed look at (Y/N), having a feeling Paul would try to impress her the most, "Sureyi is just as, even more brave. Be simple. Be direct. Nothing fancy, the both of you."

She rolled her eyes playfully leaning into Paul's side with a huff, as he smirked a bit and nodded his head at Stilgar, "Nothing fancy." He mumbled glancing towards his girlfriend with a teasing face, causing her to snicker a bit into his scarf around his neck.

"Hey, I'm serious. Nothing fancy or you will shame my teaching." Stilgar scolded the couple watching them interact with each other, and raised a finger in the air to shake it from side to side, almost like he was scolding his children like a father.

"We get it, we get it. Don't worry old man." She reassured with a soft chuckle, gently punching her fist into the side of his arm that wasn't holding her thumper and smiled a bit, "We won't shame your teaching, I promise. At least I won't."

This gained her a small pinch to the side from Paul's fingers nipping her, causing the girl to jolt a bit and give her boyfriend a side eyed look, brows furrowed in an incredulous expression. He just smirked a bit smugly to himself, not even sparing a glance at her as he was focused on Stilgar's final words of encouragement.

"Shai-Hulud decides today if you two become Fremen," Stilgar talks in a lowered voice, looking between the duo in front slowly as his blue eyes lingered on the girl whom he knew was part Fremen already, but today would showcase that more, "or if you die."

He added that last bit so causally causing her jaw to drop a bit, and send him a baffled look that had him chuckling amused. Stilgar just them patted the top of her head softly, and grabbed onto Paul's upper arm, giving him a pat also for reassurance, as he believed in them both.

"Now, off you go." He wave them off with his hands brushing through the air, signalling he wanted them to move forward and continue on, "Remember, no tricks! Be simple!" He called out when they began to sandwalk, his words mostly aimed at (Y/N), as she was the one with powers.

She muttered his words under her breath in a mocking tone, her hand holding onto Paul's as they sandwalk up the massive dune. She knew Stilgar meant well, and was looking out for them, but he really remined her of a worrisome father that wouldn't leave them alone. Not that she mind either though.

They heard the familiar voice of Shishakli  behind them now, and yelled out loudly, "Don't make us look bad!" She spoke in Fremen language, "Don't make your girlfriend do all the work! Call a big one!" She finished her teasing at Paul, which had some of the others around her laughing.

Chani gave her friend an unimpressed look, eyes glaring a bit for her to stop the teasing and laughter, which did cause Shishakli to back down but shrugged her shoulders and assured, "Don't worry, they will be fine. Stilgar taught them well. And we know what she is already."

Stilgar eventually made his way back down to where his fellow Fremen were sat, and he placed himself near the front also as he glanced to the others over his shoulder, "Stop joking." He scolded in a strict voice, eyes finding his students figures on top of the dune now, "This is the final test."

Up on the hill the couple had their face gear on, with the maker hooks in their hands. Paul went to squat down to try to bang his fists into the sand, but (Y/N) quickly stopped her boyfriend, "We need to go lower." She told him, voice muffled by the material around her mouth, and reached out her hand for him to take.

His smile was hid underneath his mask for her, but she could tell by the way the edges of his eyes crinkled up a bit. He gently grabbed her hand in his, as she heaved him up with a grunt, and steadied up on the dune as she didn't want him to fall down over the edge of it.

They walked down about half way in the dune to pick a spot for the thumpers, as she dropped his gloved hand momentarily, and bent down. She banged her booted foot into the sand, hearing how it was drumsand by the way it echoed through the land.

"This is the spot." She spoke excited up to her boyfriend who squatted down beside her too, as he unclipped the thumpers and placed them both into the sand where she dug two holes into the ground.

He exhaled heavily as he slowly slipped them into the sand, twisting the bottom of them as he now started to move up and down, creating a thumping sound that would attract the worms through the vibrations.

Together they stood up from their positions carrying the maker hooks in their hands, and began to climb back up the dune towards the top. She looked over to her boyfriend who was already looking at her reassuring and confidently, making her nod back at him knowing they had to separate for the time being.

When they reached the top of the dune, she stayed right where they originally were on it while he walked across a few meters so there was a better chance to chase after different worms to ride. The thumpers kept making loud thumping sounds, getting louder by the second.

It set (Y/N)'s heart pumping faster also, almost like it was in sync with the thumper. The wind picked up around her figure when she squatted back down, a heavy inhale and exhale leaving her as she focused on the energy she was feeling all around her, trying to channel some of it.

She glanced out at the never ending scenery of the desert, and the back to Paul who was still seeable in her vision despite how far they were from one another. She went back to looking out at the desert, searching for any sign of a worm as she felt the vibrations of the thumper through her veins.

That was until the very ground started to shake and vibrate, as a massive amount of sand was suddenly pushed out from the ground way off into the distance. Something was now above the surface, and it was coming towards the thumper very fast.

All the Fremen were starting to freak out a bit realising the couple had called upon two ancient sandwords, the largest and biggest of them all. The one that was heading toward the focused (Y/N), was even older then the one traveling towards Paul, and it had the people all panicked over it.

Seeing the incoming threat towards her, the girl slowly stood up with narrowed eyes on the worm and gripped onto her hookers more tighter in her grasp. She couldn't look towards Paul right now, as she needed to focus on herself but she knew that her man would be fine. She believed in him just as much as he believed in her.

"Alright, alright. Don't mess up now." She muttered to herself now breathing heavy a bit, lucky her hair was in two braids otherwise it would be all over her face from the wind blowing around her like a sandstorm, but smaller in a way.

She began to walk slowly across the dune, as the worm disappeared under the surface. Pants escaped her mouth from how anxious she was, and felt its presences when the worm appeared out from under the sand again, but a bit closer to her this time.

Her hands shook the maker hooks out from their handles, getting ready to use them on the worm traveling towards her. Her head turned towards Paul for a second, seeing him running towards his one, as the worm she was following now dived straight through the dune she was stood on.

Dust and sand began to filter around the air because of that, as her boots were planted firmly on the ground so she wouldn't fall over. Her legs started moving on their own like she's done this before, and began to run along the dune like her boyfriend was just doing.

Her figure was very small compared to the massive worm charging through the dune she was running along, and picked up her speed more getting a glimpse of the ancient being's body. Whispers blew through the wind as she did so, but none of them were hearable for her to understand, making her ignore it momentarily.

Just as she reached the edge of the hill, she held her breath as she took a massive leap off of it, her stomach dropping to her butt as she did so. A small scream left her lips at the feeling, being blinded by the sand around her as she felt the same force carrying her safely through it.

Through the typhoon of sand her figure landed roughly onto the back of the worm, a grunt escaping her as she smacked her back into it. She fumbled to stick her hookers into the ring-segments on the beast, as she was sliding down along it.

She dearly hoped Paul wasn't having this much trouble as her. Another yell left her as she forcefully swung herself up more onto the backside of the worm, using her abilities to hook into one of the ring-segments, as she jolted a bit when they were locked in.

One of her hands were tightly gripping onto the hooker in its skin flap, while the other was trying to control the air around her to keep her steady on the fast moving worm. She could feel herself slipping the more it moved, and it didn't help her when it was hard to see also.

The sandworm was slowly coming out from pushing its way through the dune, as the bright sun was shining down on her soon after that. She was now above the surface sat backwards on the sand, and squinted her eyes through the googles, to see where they were going.

Another bump in the road made her lose grip on one of the hookers, causing her to shout out in fear. She was hanging off from the side of the worm now, dangling in the air as her left hand holding onto the other hooker was keeping her there.

She gritted her teeth feeling the strain on her barely even there muscles, arms shaking from keeping her figure up by one arm only. She gritted her teeth once more feeling the sudden pulse inside her power, and tried to look up spotting the ring-segment that was free beside the hooker.

Quickly acting knowing she couldn't hold on for long, (Y/N) began to swing herself up along the worm, using the air around her to push her body up more. Her fist clenched around the other hooker, and took a daring throw as she chucked the hooker right up to the next one.

When she heard the noise of how it connected with it, and felt the secure hold it had, she heaved herself up behind the hookers. Once she was back on the worm's back, she pushed her boots into the skin of it and started to lean back, as she squatted down.

A lot of sand did start getting in her way and did hit her figure, but before it did knock her down, an invisible force of sorts stopped it from doing so. It split into two different paths, and completely missed her, as her glaring eyes were getting intense by the minute.

She swung one of the hookers out up more to the skin, and did the other one to actually began properly riding the sandworm like the Fremen did. A long rope was attached to both hookers, and she gripped it tightly in her grasp, not even knowing that she was now controlling the creature.

Her body began to slowly lift up from the worms back into the position she always saw the Fremen in, and leant back into the stance. The dark whispers began to pick up more around her, as her braids also began to float a bit in the air from the wind and sand swirling around her figure.

A sudden loud noise of thumping was heard beside her, causing (Y/N) to turn her head the slightest, being mindful to keep a strong hold on the hookers. A wide grin broke onto her face spotting her boyfriend's figure on the back of his worm, riding it right beside her larger one across the sand, meaning they both did it.

Stilgar and the rest of the Fremen began to cheer loudly in excitement seeing the couple successfully riding the ancient worms, as they yell and clap in encouragement knowing they were now accepted as full Fremen, as one of them.

(Y/N) and Paul continued to ride their worms through the sand easily now, as their worms were somewhat racing each other in the slightest. When the male's one would get in front, the girls one would speed up to beat it, and try to overtake it.

Stilgar saw all this happening, even from the start when the girl used her abilities to calm the worms without even knowing, "As it was written..." He mumbles in awe to himself, watching them in amazement knowing his hunch was correct from the very beginning.

Chani's stomach stirred a bit with a bad feeling when she saw all her fellow Fremen get down on one knee, and start to bow to the couple on the worms. She was proud of (Y/N) for what she did, but watching how the ones who didn't believe in the prophecy before were now kneeling in respect, didn't sit well with her. Not at all.

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THE FREMEN ALL PARTED THEIR WAYS FOR THE TIME BEING AFTER THE COUPLE HAD FINISHED THEIR CHALLENGE, AND WERE ALL NOW BACK INSIDE THE STECTH TO REST, AND GATHER SUPPLIES FOR THE NEXT MISSION. (Y/N) stepped into the dimly lit room she shared with her boyfriend Paul in the heart of the Fremen's home, a refuge amidst the unforgiving desert.

The aftermath of the recent event weighed heavy on her, sand and dirt clinging to her stillsuit as she began to remove it, revealing the baggy clothes that were more like rags, a stark contrast to the elegant attire she once wore.

She stood in the center of the room, the flickering light casting shadows that danced across the walls adorned with ancient Fremen artwork. Her eyes fell upon a particular drawing, a masterpiece crafted by the desert dwellers themselves. It depicted a girl in a jabba hoodie, standing defiantly before a colossal sandworm, the symbol of the desert's power and mystery.

The longer she stared at the artwork, the more she felt herself being drawn back into the tumultuous vision that had plagued her before. The chaos and destruction unfolded once again in her mind's eye, the hooded figure with blood-stained fingertips and the familiar weapon haunting her thoughts.

Within the vision, screams echoed, mingling with the roar of flames as they devoured everything in their path. (Y/N) felt the weight of despair and urgency, a sense of helplessness as she witnessed the devastation unfold before her eyes.

Her trance-like state was interrupted only when she felt warmth enveloping her from behind, strong arms wrapping around her waist. Instantly recognizing Paul's presence, she leaned back into his embrace, seeking solace in his familiar touch.

For a moment, they stood in silence, the only sound being their synchronized breaths. Paul's raspy voice broke the quietude, "I was wondering where you ran off too, love." His words were muffled against the skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She clasped onto his arm, grounding herself in the reality of his embrace.

When he didn't get a response from her, he gently turned her around to face him, his hazel eyes searching hers with concern. His gaze fell upon the blood trickling from her nose, a detail she had been oblivious to in her dazed state.

With a worried expression, he wiped away the blood with his thumb before cupping her chin, his touch gentle yet firm, "What happened?" He asked in a low tone, eyes flickering over her face that wasn't looking at his, "Why is there blood there?"

(Y/N), still reeling from the intensity of her vision, whispered that she didn't have the answers. She noticed her blood staining his shirt, a stark reminder of the blurred lines between reality and the haunting visions that plagued her.

"I'm not so sure," She mumbled pulling herself away from his grasp as she stared down at her hands, fingertips trembling a bit seeing flashes of the vision on her mind, "I was just... looking at the drawing on the wall, and went into a trance."

He looked over her shoulder to see where she was pointing, and spotted the ancient drawing his girl was speaking off, "You think it means something," He stepped forward towards her, face becoming worried again, "don't you?"

She glanced up at him briefly with an unsure expression, and nibbled on her bottom lip nervously to which he watched the movement closely, "I don't have the answers, Paul." She sighed out, placing a palm against the side of her forehead, "All I know is that since coming here, something is changing. Whether it's me or not, I'm not sure yet. Only time will tell."

He could tell something was weighing on her shoulders, and he wanted to help her in anyway he could, "Whatever is happening to us, to you," He started off softly, lifting his calloused hand to cup the side of her face, "is a good thing. It's an amazing thing, baby. Don't think anything different."

She nuzzled her face into his palm with a heavy sigh escaping her, and pressed her lips onto the skin gently, "I hope you're right." She mumbled dreadfully, before swallowing the lump in her throat as she met his soft gaze, "Because I've been having visons too. And I think they might be related to me, to who and what I am."

"Are they similar to mine?" Paul was afraid to ask this question, as he didn't want the love of his life to experience the same things he was and go down the same path as him. But when he saw her nod her head softly, his stomach churned with a bad feeling.

He frowned a bit sadly realising she's probably been having them for a while, and still dealt with his problems too, "Why didn't you tell me sooner, sweetheart?" He whispered hoarsely, and tucked a loose lock behind her ear, touching lingering.

"I knew you were dealing with your visions, and didn't want to burden you further with mine." She mumbled a bit, shuffling in her spot as she tugs on her long sleeves avoiding his eyes, "I'm alright though, just a bit shaken up from them. And it only happens sometimes, but not the bleeding."

His face harden a bit hearing her talking about herself like this, and grabbed onto her waist to pull her just inches away from his chest causing her to yelp at the movement. He lowered his head down towards her, a few of his curly locks falling over his forehead as he did so.

"Never. You are never a burden to me, (Y/N)." He speaks in Fremen language which came out deeper, making her eyes widen hearing how it sounded, "You're my best friend. My love. My equal. Don't you dare think anything is too little to tell me, especially if it's about you." He finished in a serious tone, thumbing rubbing circles over the exposed skin on her waist.

She just smiled a bit shakily up to him not knowing how to answer, her fingers gripping onto his shirt as they rested against his chest, "I'm sorry. I guess the idea of us being the prophecy the Fremen talk and worship is getting to me." She murmured resting the side of her against his shoulder, "Being here makes me feel closer to who I am."

He rested his lips on the side of her head, running his hand up and down her back comfortingly, "I understand. You do seem more bright here, even if the desert itself is that too." He replied, it being muffled by her skin as he nuzzles his nose into her hair for a second, "You seem like yourself, and I want nothing more then that for you."

She pulled back from resting on his shoulder, a loving smile crossing her mouth now as she brushed her fingers through his soft curls, "I love you, Paul." She whispered gently, heart leaping when he leant into her touch, "I love you more then anything."

  "I love you more. More then anything or anyone." He breathed out in response, getting even more closer to her face now as the air between them became thicker, and tense. One second his hand that was on her back was slipping behind her head, inside the locks of her hair.

His lips took hers like he was fighting for his last breath, parting her lips with his tongue and was devouring her. His body stepped more flushed against hers, his other hand trailing down her spine until it curled around her back.

A groan climbed his throat when she touched her tongue with his in their passionate kiss, as he held her firmly to him, his hips pressing into hers, her breasts against his chest. Desperate for more, she linked her arms around his necks, and rose to her tiptoes, wishing the layers of fabric between them wasn't there.

His mouth left hers for a second, lips trailing down the side of her neck in opened mouth kisses which solicited a whimper from her, that caused him to grunt into her skin with need. Her head lulled to the side to give him more accesses, lucky he had such a strong grip on her otherwise she would of fallen ages ago.

"Paul.." She breathed out pulsing with a new urge of need, letting her fingers fall into his locks as she tugged him closer to her neck, her eyes looking at the door that was closed before he got into their room, "Paul-"

His movements paused for a second to glance up at her through his eyelashes, a feral expression contorting his face as he breathed heavily, "Push me away now, because I can't stop myself much longer baby." He rasped out, causing her eyes to flutter when she felt how hard, how hot he was against her.

  She didn't want him to stop, she knew that much. She also knew how long she's been wanting this with him, and there was no going back now. Not when they were this both riled up with emotions for one another. And so when her lips part, and whisper her answer, they were both back at kissing each other like they were starved.

Their lips didn't leave each other as Paul guided (Y/N) to their already messy bed, his large hands framing her face as their mouths moved in sync. Her back was the first to hit the material of the some what soft bed, as he slid in between her opened thighs, and grinded his hips up into hers when he did so.

Her moan was muffled by his lips that he swallowed up greedily, as he placed one hand beside her head on the bed and the other still cupped her cheek. Need surged through both of their bodies, as he continued to grind against her, their lower halves meeting each time which made them both groan.

(Y/N)'s head was spinning with every sensation flooding her body, leaving her unbalanced even on the bed. She tugged on the collar of his shirt with a hand, wanting that extra barrier gone, as he instantly understood what she wanted from him.

Their lips detached for a moment which caused them to make a smacking noise, as their heavy breathing filled the small room. His brushed her hair aside gently, soft kisses trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, along her arms and paused at her stomach, as he used his nose to left her shirt up a bit.

"I want to do so many things to you," He rasped out as he was knelt in between her thighs, rubbing his palms along her arms softly, "I want to make love to you everyday, kiss you when I want." His lips were back on her stomach making her whimper, "I want to stay by your side, and love you for as long as I breathe. I want to have children with you, grow old with you and take your hand in mine, as the rightful Empress."

Her fingers tugging on his hair paused a bit hearing his words, her heart beat echoing in her ears as she glanced down at him with wide eyes, "That.. that sounds like a marriage proposal, Paul.." She struggled to get out from him nipping at the skin on her stomach.

His darkened hazel eyes flickered up to her teary ones, lips leaving her skin as he leant back on his kneels to stare down at her figure underneath his, "And what if it was?" He murmured in a hoarse tone, a lopsided smile across his plumped up lips from their kissing, "I want nothing more then all that, (Y/N). Even if we don't get married, you're still mine and I'm still yours."

She never thought this day would come true, would actually happen. She's loved Paul for as long as she could remember, and how he was asking her to basically marry him. A few tears well up in her eyes, as she nods her head frantically, "Yes." She leant up to quickly wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead to his, "Yes, I will be yours Paul. I will marry you."

His own eyes teared up a bit also not expecting that, and he whimpered softly when she pressed her lips back onto his, "I love you so much," He gasped in between their passionate lip lock, being dragged back down onto the mat as he was knelt over her again, "I love you-"

He ran his hand down to where her pants had ridden down a bit, and exposed some of her waist. His fingertips brushed over the skin causing her to whine a bit into his mouth, "Can I take these off?" He whispered breaking the kiss, as he hovered over her and saw her nodding her head, "Words baby."

"Yes. Yes, please-" She gasped out frantically when he sat back up on his knees, and she watched as his eyes ran down her body, stopping at her crouch. With both hands, he reached up her thighs, and hooked his fingers around her pants.

He carefully began to peel them off her body, and pulled them down her legs until he flicked them somewhere across the room. A small giggle left her seeing that, but it quickly turned into a moan when he brushed the pad of his thumb along her clit covered by her underwear, as her hips instincnlyt jolt upwards.

Next he rid himself of his shirt as she helped him take it off of him, and a needy noise escaped her lips seeing his bare chest on display. She placed a palm on his chest very gently, then dragged it down, memorizing the warm skin under the tip of her fingers, as she heard his low groan at the contact.

She stretched her arms up to give him the green light, and he took her invation to slip her shirt over her head. A broken breath left his lip as his eyes roamed up and down her body, taking in her bare breasts, "Fuck, you're so pretty baby."

Paul breathed heavily onto her sweaty skin now, as he leant down to kiss her right breast and sucked on her nipple, and she let out a low whimper. She ran her fingers through his locks as he did this, and panted when he pulled on it. Enjoying her noises, he changed to do the same on the left one, and she gripped onto his hair more whining, making him cooe against her skin.

"Paul, please-" She begged through a helpless moan at his teasing touches, thighs wrapped around his waist to control her ache as he continued to push his hips up into hers with every kiss or touch he did, "Please, I need you-"

Hearing her pleads for him set something feral off inside him, as in one swift movement, her undergarments were thrown aside to fully expose her to him, and his were also flung aside, both laying bare to one another.

He leans down so he was flushed against her again, lips pressing against each others for a few seconds, "Are you ready?" He rasped against her bottom lip which gained a nod, as he slid himself between her thighs, and gripped himself in his free palm that wasn't holding her waist.

(Y/N) is careful not to move when he aligns himself, and he sinks into her with one quick thrust. Her eyes squeeze shut feeling so full that it stuns her, stretching her out as it takes her breath away. She clasped onto his shoulder blades, as tears well in her eyes, "I don't think I can-" She heaved out.

"Yes. Yes you can, angel. Take your time." He cooed softly, kissing her temple as he pants heavily, and the hand on her waist starts to guide her to thrust back into him when he did, taking a little more of him each time, "That's it, good girl. That's my girl."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down into the searing kiss. The praise sent more pleasure through her core, as his thrust began to pick up in speed now. She felt him everywhere, all at once, and she wanted him to again and again, as greedy as that sounded, she didn't care. All she wanted was him. Paul. Paul. Paul.

"Paul-" She moaned through the sounds of their bodies meeting each others, digging her fingernails into his back as she wrapped her legs around his thighs, pulling him more into her, "Shit, I can't'-"

  His lips were on her again in a messy kiss, their tongues exploring each others mouths with a fierce intensity. She holds onto him tightly and desperately, as he pounds into her insides, knocking the air out of her lungs with each one.

"I love you," He moans into her opened mouth, "We're gonna- we're gonna spend our lives together, yeah? I'm gonna take such good care of you-" He's talking himself into a frenzy, his words nothing but a lovesick ramble feeling her clench around him tightly.

Her head snapped back as her eyes rolled up at a particularly accurate thrust, that made her cry out as he angled his hips so his thrusts were deep, hitting her cervix with precise one, "You're so good. It's soo good, Paul-" She whimpered out barely, dipping the heels of her ankles into his butt.

"Fuck, that's it-" He gasps into the curve of her throat, his hand sliding under her back to hold her up flushed against his chest as his thrusts pick up into her, his own eyes rolling back into his head, "That's it, sweetheart. Taking me so well, taking me so deep."

  She started to move her hips in time with his, meeting his thrusts each time he pulled out only leaving the tip in, before moving back in. Both of them moaned when she quivered around him harder, and a whimper left Paul's lips when she dragged her nails down his back.

"I love you," She cried out throwing her head back again, body moving with each stroke he did into her against the bed, "Oh, god. Don't ever stop." She whined feeling her breasts brush up along his sweaty chest, adding to her pleasure that she was feeling all over.

His mouth drops open in a whimper as his eyes teared up from the feeling of her clenching around him, milking him for all his worth, "I wouldn't dream of it." He groaned in answer to her words, feeling his climax reaching him soon, "Don't ever wanna leave from inside you. You feel so fucking good."

She felt very strangled breath he took in and every beat of his heart, as their foreheads pressed against each others now, parted lips over one another's as they breathed into each other. Everything they were feeling was getting too overwhelming, and it was bound to release sooner or later.

Her eyes went a bit crossed eyed when he gently bit down onto her pulse point, and felt his nose along her jaw line as he peppered wet kisses along her neck, in time with his quickened thrusts into her. The energy around them picked up too as she felt it, and heard their pleasured sounds that echoed around the room, along with wet slapping noise.

         His hands runs down in between her chest, dragging it all the way down her stomach and gripped onto the other side of her waist, "You sound so pretty, sweetheart." He groans hoarsely kneeling on his heels, picking her up a bit by her waist as he gripped her tightly still rutting into her, "Doing so good for me."

She started to feel the familiar warm, and tight feeling forming in the pit of her stomach, as he continued to aim pointed thrusts inside of her, "Paul, I'm close-" She gasped out squeezing her eyes shut, and dug her fingernails into his shoulders more as her head starts to spin with overload of emotion.

"I've got you baby, it's okay." He slurred out through a rasp against her ear feeling her quivering uncontrollably around him, and he knew she was about to release all over him, "Give it to me, that's it sweet girl. I'm right behind you."

Her lips found his again when he lifted his head back up from her neck, mouths moving in passionate sync as he runs his tongue over her bottom lip and parted hers to slip his tongue inside the kiss again. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead as a few curly locks brushed against her head, as her hair was all over the place.

Before (Y/N) could even react to what was happening, she came undone listening to his words. She cried out in a strangled way clinging onto his figure, vision going blurry as she reached her climax. And feeling her doing this around him, it caused Paul to moan uncontrollably into her mouth as his thrusts grew sloppy now.

"Oh, shit, oh shit- Good girl, fuck-" He whimpered pathetically as his watery eyes gaze into her dazed ones, forehead falling onto her sweaty ones as he neared his end too, and gripped onto her back more tightly, "I'm so close-"

His mouth goes agape as his thrusts suddenly shuddered, and pressed his lips into hers, hard to muffle his loud moan. A heat poured from him in hot ropes into her before the thrusts shifted their pace to slow and long, pressing deep inside of her and holding there for a moment, only to pull back then plunge in again.

He repeated this for a few times, slowly fucking the release deeper into her until he rolled his hips for the final time with a satisfied groan. He collapsed on top of her, their lips hovering over each others as they breathed heavily, while he had he rid them both through their climax.

She tangled her bare legs with his, running one of her hand up and down his spine making him shiver, as she had the other one in his locks. Her nose nuzzles into his sweaty hair, and closes her eyes, taking in the feeling of him still inside of her.

A few more seconds of calming down from their high, he carefully slipped out of her making them both wince at the sensitive. He rolled off of her pulling her into his arms, and turned them both on their sides on the bed to they rested closer.

Paul admired her afterglow look with a fond glint in his eyes, reaching out to brush some locks out of her face with his left hand, "How are you feeling, my love?" He asked in a soft voice, but it came out hoarse, "Did I go to hard and hurt you anywhere?"

She glanced from the thin sheet covering their naked bodies and up into his haze eyes gazing down at her, one of her hands on his bare chest also rubbing it, "No, you were so good to me. I feel amazing, great even." She admitted in a hoarse voice also, swallowing to ease her dry throat.

He flashed a soft smile that made his eyes crinkle when she smiled at him also, running the back of his fingers across her flushed cheek, "Will you always be with me?" He breathed out in Fremen language, quickly capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

She moved her lips with his softly also, cupping his jaw in her palm as she rubbed her thumb over his cheek before she pulled back to press her nose into his whispering, "As long as I breathe."

Paul then kissed (Y/N) once more until the ugliness of Akkaris faded into the background, until any concerns or worries about what would happen in the hours to come, and until there was no space left for anything but the feel of his lips against hers.

There was nothing more than his arms around her, holding her, her holding him. Nothing but that moment, that's all that mattered.

❪ ✏️ ❫ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 : 6810
─►☆ AUTHOR'S NOTE :
erh well this is the longest chap yet for this fic and im so sorry it is so long LMAOAO 😭 i may of went overboard with the lead up to the smut and didn't write as much smut as i wanted to since the word count is already so high up but anyways i hope you guys still enjoyed it... even if it was a bit ehhh and not the best 🥲

im back now from my holiday so updates will be back also a few times a week!!! please don't be silent/ghost readers even though this chap may not be for everyone, i still wanna see your thoughts and comments cause
they all matter to me <33🫶