Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2017 13:11:33 -0400
From: Jamie Smith
Subject: Dune: The Cock Worship of Muad'Dib - Chapter 1 (Bi/Celebrity/)

Chapter Pairing(s): Reader's Cock/Author, Paul/Reverend Mother

Disclaimer: This is a smutty adaptation of the novel Dune. The story and
characters involved remain the property of the Herbert estate, and do not
belong to me.

Foreward

The following is written as though it belongs to Princess Irulan's
collection of epigraphs on the Muad'Dib, describing the key ritual of the
Cock Worship of Muad'Dib. It begins by describing how the book should
properly be read only in the middle of a cock worship ritual. The reader is
implored to take off his or her clothes, and engage in worshipping either
his own cock or someone else's. This should be strictly observed.

Most of the passages that follow are smutty scenes taking place during the
timeline of the original Dune novel. It includes text excerpted from the
book, marked at the beginning and end by three asterisks (***) in case the
reader wants to skip them. These excerpts are edited and trimmed to fit the
smut. I do not attempt to add to the story – I only attempt to
reinterpret or add smut to the already existing story. Sex sex sex.

Warnings: The encounters below are heterosexual, homosexual, and bisexual,
and contains incest. Small cocks do not exist in this universe, and I am
very happy to describe how massive every cock is.

----

The last component of the history of the Muad'Dib is a very important
one. Its secrets are kept separate for many reasons. The first reason is
that it distracts, especially those unable to control themselves. The
second reason is that it inspires, and these sources of inspiration reach
their full potential only when collected together. But the most important
purpose of this separate history is for the pleasure of its reader, that he
may participate in the holy cock-worship of Paul Atreides.

This book is properly read within narrow confines. Before continuing, the
reader should prepare himself or herself by placing himself in a warm room,
with enough moistness that he or she will not lose much water. Once the
room is of proper warmth and moistness, the reader and any present audience
should then disrobe. No cloth or covering should remain on the body, except
in exceptional circumstances when a room of proper warmth is unavailable.

Except when unavailable, at least one male should be present. The reader or
auditor, if male, must stroke his penis until it is erect. He must then
maintain at least a partial erection throughout the reading. The auditor,
if female, should maintain proper posture, with shoulders back and back
arched, so that her breasts are visible, accessible, and perky.  If the
reader be female, a male or group of males must hold the reading for her to
read from. As she reads, it is proper for her to constantly use her hands
with her body for the pleasure of the males present. She may, for instance,
squeeze her breasts, tease or pinch her nipples, or stimulate her
genitalia.

If the reader be male, his cock stands in the place of the cock of
Atreides. The reader is to be subject to stimulating the cock throughout
the reading. Any auditors present, whether female or male, must take turns
in the cockworship. Once the cock releases its seed, it should be consumed
in its entirety. The reader must then exit and another reader may take
over, or the reading may stop altogether.

----

*** It was a warm night at Castle Caladan, and the ancient pile of stone
that had served the Atreides family as home for twenty-six generations bore
that cooled-sweat feeling it acquired before a change in the weather.

    The woman was let in by the side door down the vaulted passage by
Paul's room and she was allowed a moment to peer in at him where he lay in
his bed. She saw he lay naked, face down, his muscular buttocks exposed.

    By the half-light of a suspensor lamp, dimmed and hanging near the
floor, the awakened boy could see a shapely female at his door, standing
one step ahead of his mother. The woman was an erotic shadow – thin,
long legs protruding from a pencil skirt, round and bouncy tits, eyes like
glittering jewels. No, those weren't her eyes . . . they were her nipples.

    "Is he not small for his age, Jessica?" the woman asked. Her voice
wheezed and twanged like an untuned baliset.

    Paul's mother answered in her soft contralto: "The Atreides are known
to start late getting their growth, Your Reverence."

    "So I've heard, so I've heard," muttered the woman. "Yet his penis is
already a cannon, you say?"

    "Yes, Your Reverence."

    "He's awake and listening to us," said the woman. "Sly little rascal."
She chuckled. "But royalty has need of slyness. And if he's really the
Kwisatz Haderach . . . well . . ."

    Within his bed, Paul rolled over onto his back to show off his flaccid
penis. It overhanged his plump scrotum floppily, the tip resting just below
it and pointing suggestively towards his juicy, bulging buttocks.

    "Sleep well, you sly little rascal," said the woman. "Tomorrow you'll
need all your faculties to meet my gom jabbar, after we measure your
prowess." ***

**

As Jessica exited the room, the woman demanded Paul approach. *** Now, you
come here!"

    The command whipped out at him. Paul found himself obeying before he
could think about it. Using the Voice on me, he thought. He stopped at her
gesture, standing beside her knees. ***

Paul, still undressed after his sleep, stood upright and with chest out,
inviting the Reverend Mother to admire him. She swiftly grabbed hold of his
dick.

>She wastes no time<, Paul thought.

But she proceeded to measure it from several angles. "Very impressive. A
good seven inches in length and a three-and-a-half inch girth, when
flaccid. And this despite your short stature, even for your age!"

>Serve it<, he leaned forward slightly.

The woman descended from her chair and knelt in front of Paul. Because of
his short height, his cock rested on top of her bosom. She unzipped her
tight dress and let her breasts – her large, luscious tits, bounce out.

>Hell yes.<

He reached out to squeeze her left tit with his hand, but she slapped
it. "Get your hand away, boy."

>She dare slap the hand of a Duke's son, and one with the biggest cock she
will ever be able to appreciate?< But he kept composed, as a Duke's son
should.

"Your cock is worthy of anything in its path. There is no doubt about
that. But we still have to see if you, boy, are worthy of this cock."

"How dare –"

"—shush, boy!! And just relax and enjoy."

She put her hands on the front of her breasts, opening her fingers to let
her perky nipples through, and pushed them together against Paul's cock. As
it began to harden, she spread her tits and let it fall in between, then
squeezed them tightly. Looking up into his eyes, she leaned forward and
pressed against the base of his cock, and extended her tongue to tease the
head. When he began to fuck her tits himself, she pulled back.

She measured him again. "You're a shower. Eight inches in length, but much
thicker with a six inch girth."

Paul was ready to get back to tittyfucking.

But the Reverend Mother sat back up in her chair, and zipped up her
dress. >Could he be the one? His measurements fit the legends
perfectly. But it's still possible he is not even human.<

"See this?" she asked. From the folds of the tapestries, she lifted a green
metal cube about fifteen centimeters on a side. . .