God Emperor of Mankind

Wet squelches filled the imperial fortress of Arrakeen as flesh smacked on flesh. You rammed your hips into your concubine's face time and again, pulling on her crimson-red hair each time. You didn't even know her name, only that her sole purpose in life was to sate your lust. Such was the luxury of being the living god of your people. Half of the empire eagerly lived to please you while the rest was too afraid to displease you. This girl was both. She was moaning in obscene, delirious pleasure, her blue eyes watery and her cum-filled pussy spasming as she gagged on your inhuman cock, it was a foot long and thicker than her own arm, yet she persisted.

More than a 100 years have passed since you first awakened your godly powers. Once, you were Paul Atreides, a scrawny boy with dreams of grandeur. Now, you were the God Emperor of Mankind, ruler of not just one but 10,000 planets throughout the known universe. You now stood over 7 feet tall, built of rippling muscles and covered with thick golden hair, the colour of Arrakis' desert sands.

The planet was once a desolate wasteland, covered entirely by a scorching desert and inhabited by giant sandworms as well as an unruly race of people called the Fremen. Since your apotheosis, the planet was terraformed into a lush world much like Earth had been before it became inhospitable. The Fremen became your most loyal subjects, worshipping you as their God long before the rest of the universe did. The sandworms still thrived in the Sareer desert in their own isolated corner of the planet where they continued to produce spice for the Imperium.

"We should use the Satellite and destroy that unruly planet once and for all." One of your generals' bold declaration pulled you away from the concubine and towards the war meeting being held before you. Your most elite generals, admirals, priestesses, lawmakers and governesses was meeting to discuss the rebellion occurring on one of the 10,000 planets under your rule, instigated by a scornful man, bitter that you turned him into a cuckold and impregnated all five of his daughters.

However, while most were focused on the matter at hand, some preoccupied by the sight of the concubine **** on your cock. The standard dress code in the throne room was nudity though some wore a skimpy outfits and very little else, knowing that their partially clothed bodies would entice you to undress them once the meeting was over.

"Salusa Secundus belongs in the Empire and is the home to billions of innocent lives, each yearning to be free of Prince Corrino's tyranny." Your mother, Lady Jessica, retorted sternly. She was representing the Bene Gesserit, a sisterhood of sorceress that once threatened your rule but has become subservient since most of its members joined your harem.

"How else can we end this rebellion, Reverend Mother? I have seen the trillions of innocent lives lost if we let these separatists spread to other worlds." Your sister, Queen Alia Atreides demanded her mother. She was the General-in-Chief of the Fish Speakers, an all female army that served as your soldiers, priestesses and lovers. She was effectively the second most powerful being in the universe due to her being the leader of your army, your heir apparent and your eldest daughter, begotten by your own mother. Like many at the war council, she was also heavily pregnant with your child, another daughter.

"I do not, know." Lady Jessica answered her eldest daughter, caressing her own bulging belly. Despite her advanced age, she retained her beauty, looking as young as she did in her early thirties when she first became your lover. "However, I have faith that our Lord has already seen a more peaceful end to this crisis."

All eyes fell upon you as they waited for your judgement. Your mother was right. You do know how to end this war without further bloodshed. After all, you were the one to instigate this rebellion as a justification to go to war and rid yourself of the treacherous Corrinos once and for all. However, you were too close to your pleasure to voice your plan as you laid back on your thrones and closed your eyes, feeling the girl's mouth on you, the feel of her dexterous tongue on your cock and listening to the melody of her gagging moans.

But then the girl stopped abruptly and you felt your orgasm almost painfully slip away. Opening your eyes in anger and frustration, you realized to your horror that you were all alone in the throne room... Except for your mother.

Lady Jessica was standing before you in her dark Bene Gesserit robes, the attire she wore when she was still your late father's concubine. Her belly which was almost always large and heavy with your child, was now slim and flat.

"Mother?"

"Now is not the time to live in the future, dear." Your mother said dreamily as you felt yourself become lightheaded and your vision began to blur. "Now is the time to wake up and make your dreams a reality."

You woke up startled and in a cold sweat, dazed and disoriented as you looked around frantically. It took you long blinking moments to realise that it was all a dream. A strange, erotic and vivid dream, too detailed to be a mere figment of your imagination. It was almost as if it was a memory, from another life. You were still the scrawny 18 year old boy that you alwats have been, not some despotic warlord with a severe **** kink.

Suddenly the door of your bedroom burst opened and your beautiful mother walked in, eyes flaring with anger. "Michael!!!" She shouted, "The Reverend Mother has been expecting you an hour ag...."

Your mother stopped dead in her tracks as she looked at you, the words stuck in her throat as her eyes opened wide in shock. You were so shocked and confused by your dream that you finally noticed what spooked your mother. You were stark naked on the bed, the sheets thrown away to reveal your throbbing 12" inch cock, semi-erect and glistening with precum from the wet dream you just had. You remained in shock as your mother gawked over your impressive manhood, paralyzed by fear, lust and anticipation as you waited for your mother to gather her wits.

"Michael," She uttered, biting her lips wantonly. "You... You should take care of that. You can't meet with the Reverend Mother in your condition."

"Well, mother..." You barely recognized the voice coming from your mouth, stunning both your mother and yourself as you spoke with a confidence that you didn't know you possessed. "How about you help me?"