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the golden plate is brought close to bare chest , muscular & carved by strength . “ i have , empress . ” & a harkonnen does not share — not even if the succulent woman tries to seduce the fruit out of his greedy claws .
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although war has marred the ivory of flesh along the tender years of the harkonnen youth , no amount of blood will erase the boyish nature inside of him .
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bottom brim juts out in a plump pout , droplets of saccharine , sour juice crystalline over the skin . ( + )
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elongated claws begin their spider walk along @nabarony’s arm as she hovers behind his back, plump lips near his ear while her other hand crawls from his thigh to his waist.
“i see you have found yourself some grapes,” she purrs in his ear.
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a grunt as form collides against the cold ground — something that the na - baron does not allow often , either in the giedi prime arena or in combat — but the smile plastered over face speaks a millions words , clearly with ulterior motives .
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he’s simply … lost .
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the na - baron is foolish , unfortunately . perhaps he needs to be taught a lesson — maybe flesh needs to be branded , so it is not forgotten who it belongs to .
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⠀ ⠀⠀she satisfies him, does she? and yet he seeks comforts in the embraces of others—. it almost seems like he is lying to her. he must remedy that.
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harkonnen heir allows to he pushed onto surface , basking on the danger of the empress’ presence . grin couldn’t stretch wider , making edges of cheeks ache deliciously as pearls glint wickedly like they usually do .
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he keens , stretches comfortably as if ( + )
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the empress has always been aware of the na - baron’s whereabouts. SHE has many eyes and ears watching over HER guests and what their intentions are.
but the na - baron’s motives are to be 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅, “do not get too comfortable, little →
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the sole of her footwear wasn’t leaving a mark upon scarred flesh — a beautiful pale hue , characteristic of giedi prime residents .
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“ oh , how i’ve missed you , empress … ” guttural mewl , writhing as if the mere act brought endless pleasure . “ is this ( + )
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