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Subject: {ASSM} [SF]Children of Dune : Atreides Lion (1/?) (b/F, incest, oral)
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Disclaimer:  This story is intended for adults, and contains graphic
descriptions of sex and incest.  If it bothers you, then go away.  All
characters and the Dune universe belongs to Frank Herbert.  The story
belongs to me.

The story is set partly in the TV show "Children of Dune," and Frank
Herbert's original novel. So Leto and Ghanima would be closer to the
characters in the show, while the rest are more closer to the novel.
I've borrowed some passages from Frank Herbert's "Children of Dune."


Background(not REALLY necessary, but still) :

   In the far distant future, humanity has spread into the universe. 
And the planet Arrakis, also known as Dune, is the only known source
of the precious spice Melange.  The spice is essential to space
navigation, as well as to the Sisterhood of the Bene Gesserit, who are
dedicated to perfecting the control of mind over body, and breeding
their ultimate - the Kwisatz Haderach.  However, several errors led to
their Kwisatz Haderach, Paul Atreides, being born one generation
early, and slipping away from their control.

   Paul Atreides took control of the planet Dune and wrested the
imperial throne from the House Corrino.  After his death, the empire
is ruled by a regent - his sister Alia, while his twin children Leto
and Ghanima grow into adulthood.  The twins, cognisant even before
birth, have the memories and experiences of all their ancestors, due
to an overdose of spice during pregnancy, as does their aunt Alia.




	Atreides Lion

	Part 1 : The Interview of the Lady Jessica (b/F, incest, oral)


    Sitting across the table from her youthful grandson, Jessica
chewed her upper lip, disregarding what this betrayed. Her Duke, so
many years dead on this accursed planet, had laughed at her when she
did this. 'Your one unbridled response,'  he'd called that chewing of
the lip. 'It tells me that you're disturbed, and I must kiss those
lips to still their fluttering.'

    The Bene Gesserit adept had not slept well since her return from
self-imposed exile at Caladan, and she felt fatigue acids demanding
that she rest.  Now this grandson who bore the name of her Duke
shocked her into heart-pounding stillness merely by smiling and saying
: "You are disturbed; I see it by the fluttering of those lips."

    It required the most profound discipline of her Bene Gesserit
training to restore a semblance of calm. She managed : "Do you taunt
me?"

    "Taunt you? Never. I just happen to know how blindly you can be
expected to react when - "

    "Blindly? Me?" She was more outraged by this than she'd been by
his uncanny replication of her Duke.

    "You," he said. "Look inward the way you were taught. That, at
least, is something you can do for your - "

    "How dare you! What do you know of -" 

    "Look inward, I say!" His voice was imperious. 

    Again, his voice enthralled her. She found her senses stilled,
felt a quickening of breath. Just beyond awareness lurked a pounding
heart, the panting of.... Abruptly she realized that the quickened
breath, the pounding heart, were not latent, not held at bay by her
Bene Gesserit control. Eyes widening in shocked awareness, she felt
her own flesh obeying other commands.

    "Now," Leto commanded, and Jessica arched her back in a shocking
flood of orgasm, body going rigid with the roaring surge of pleasure
rushing through her body.

    "Ohhhhhhhhh-!" 

    She bucked and shuddered into the arms of an unseen lover, legs
jerking uselessly. It was a height of ecstasy that she had never
experienced before, even when she had let go of herself completely
with her Duke. Instead it was his namesake, sitting before her, that
had done this to her with just a word.

    "How...?" she breathed, panting, finally coming down from her
climax. A thin trickle of saliva leaked from the corner of her full
lips, and she carefully brushed it away, also feeling the hot wetness
between her legs that flowed down her thighs.

    "Now you know how profoundly you were conditioned by your precious
Bene Gesserits," he said.

    She could only nod. Her grandchild looked at her with appraising
eyes, and she opened her suddenly dry mouth to speak. The surge of
heat in her loins told her that this interview was far from over.

    "Why?" 

    "I am the Atreides Lion, and I must gather my pride. I shall breed
a new race of humans, from these loins of mine."

    "Breed them on your own family?" 

    "What better stock, than the ones that brought forth the Kwisatz
Haderach?"

    Jessica nodded, feeling another coil of heat in her loins. Her
thighs were soaking wet by now, and she found that her heart thudded
with anticipation. Not since her earliest schooling days on Wallach,
not since those terrifying days before the Duke's buyers came for her,
not since then had she felt such
trembling uncertainty about her next moments. 

    Leto rose, and casually cast his robe from his body. He was firm
yet still youthful, though the rearing manhood was fully grown.
Jessica rose as well, and found herself bracing her hands on the
table, bending forward to offer herself to her grandson.

    He walked over to her, and lifted her black skirt over her slim
waist, revealing the perfect twin globes of white flesh, supported by
long white legs. Jessica felt shame at the sticky wetness clinging to
the flesh of her thighs, but Leto's strong hands on her bare flesh
made her tremble with want instead.

    Fingers deftly parted her womanhood open, and Jessica thrust her
buttocks out and upwards. Strong hands wrapped around her waist, and
thumbs gently massaged her winking rosebud, teasing her.

    "Please...." she begged, unable to hold off the desperate lust.
She was being brought to submission by her own grandson, some three
decades younger than her, a master Bene Genesserit adept, but she
found herself willing - eager, even.

    "Ohhhh-!" 

    She threw her coppery head back and cried out as Leto's thick
member slid into her slick depth, burrowing down deeper and deeper to
her womb. She whimpered as it came to a stop at her cervix, and she
realized that she was lubricating uncontrollably, rivulets of her own
juices flowing down her legs.

    She felt his weight settle on her back, as Leto began to slowly
move inside her. Somehow he knew each and every sensitive spot inside
her, and made sure to hit each and every one of them, before finishing
with her engorged clitoris. Jessica could feel the rough fabric of her
desert robe biting into her engorged
nipples and sensitized breasts, and she tossed her head back and cried
out in pleasure.

	~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*

    "Ohhh-! Ohhh-! Ohhhhh-!" 

    Jessica desperately tried to hold off the rising flood of orgasm,
but failed utterly. It overwhelmed her, whitening her mind, and she
felt hot tears flowing down her cheeks as she arched for her upteenth
climax, under the relentless thrusts of her grandson.

    She was completely exhausted, each and every cell in her body
overwhelmed with pleasure as she lay helpless under the tender
ministrations of her grandson, who brought her to orgasm again and
again. Conscious thought was giving way to simple carnal lust, though
even that was almost sated. Then the
thoughts were washed away with another rush of pleasure spiraling up
her spine.

    "Please, Leto. Please...." 

    "What do you want, grandmother?" Leto teased, relentlessly
thrusting in and out of her depths. His lean body was gleaming with
sweat, as was Jessica, but he had the control here. Jessica moaned and
tried to move, to thrust out with her hips and give him more pleasure,
but he pinned her down easily, riding her
bucking and arching like an expert wormrider. 

    "Will you bear my children, grandmother?" he whispered throatily
in her ear. She moaned and nodded frantically, needing release from
his circling manhood buried deep inside her loins. "Will you carry my
cubs in your womb, for nine months, and give birth to them?"

    Dimly, Jessica recognized the taunting - a desire for assertion of
dominance, a male drive to conquer. But beyond that, there was the
power of words spoken out loud, that would bind her to him like no
other bond. But in the sexual haze of multiple orgasms, she was beyond
caring. She gave into her carnal desires completely.

    "Yes! I will bear your cubs! Raise our incestuous children, offer
them for your breeding! Ride me! Ride your worm!"

    "Accept me as your lord, as your Duke!" 

    "Yesss-! My lord! My Duke! My Letoooo-!" 

    She writhed beneath him, and she felt his hands tighten on her
waist, and the surge that buried him to the hilt, deep inside her.
Then she felt the incredibly hot rush of his semen into her womb.

    "Ahhhhhhh-!" 

    Jessica bucked as the heat seared her insides, spreading through
her body and melting her inside out. She felt his weight settle on
her, and his heavy breaths against her neck, as he shudderingly spent
every last drop of semen inside her.

    "That was truly exceptional, grandmother," he gasped against the
back of her neck, giving it little licks with his tongue.

    Jessica could only nod, and then moan in loss as Leto pulled out
of her overflowing depths. Instinctively, she clamped her loins,
stopping any semen from leaking out of her depths.

    As she slowly stood up on shaky legs, she could feel the hot semen
churning in her lower belly, mixing with her eggs and impregnating her
with the child of her grandson. She smoothed her skirt down, and
turned around to see Leto standing there with a half-smile on his
face. She submissively knelt before her
new Duke, and took his still stiff member in her hands, slick with
their mixed juices.

    She took him in her mouth, searching and cleaning every fold and
wrinkle, fondling his shrunken balls in her slim hands. Leto smiled at
the sight of her pouting, sensuous red lips stretched around his
member, and ran his hands through her coppery hair approvingly.

    "Come, grandmother," he said, after she had cleaned him
thoroughly. "You must meet the rest of the pride."


End Chapter 1 

Soon to be followed - Chapter 2 : The Submission of Princess Irulan

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