Here's my collaboration with Cosmo the Dog. I made some illustrations to his latest smut based on Dune characters. Make sure to check out his other works too

Here's my collaboration with Cosmo the Dog. I made some illustrations to his latest smut based on Dune characters. Make sure to check out his other works too

My Power is You

Over a decade has passed since the battle of Arrakeen, and forces are moving against the Atreides empire. Within, Alia; sister of the Emperor of the known universe, is wrestling with thoughts of a ghola; a clone of a man long deceased, and the new cravings and urges of her body...

Based on characters/events from Dune and Dune Messiah. None of the characters are mine, everyone depicted within the work is 18+

As water gushed from the ornate taps into the equally lavish bath, Alia watched the movement with an odd sense of lost purpose. In the days before her birth, a Fremen would never dream of bathing in water, being completely immersed in it. It was, on Arrakis, a completely alien concept. And yet now, in the reign of Emperor Paul Muad’Dib, water had lost so much of its scarceness. Moisture seals weren’t as widely used, windtraps were discarded, stillsuits were kept in poor condition, and Fremen took baths. Alia turned off the tap and slipped her hand below the surface. The water was cool, pleasingly so; she felt a heat about her body she could not attenuate. Trying to still her mind as the water in front of her, Alia slipped off her robe and lowered herself into the tub, the cool water against her warm skin causing her a sharp intake of breath. As she looked down at her soft body her mind went back to the ghola and she scowled at herself.

Why is he so affecting?

She tried to quiet her thoughts, but the deep well of voices within her did not permit her any respite. As she stilled her own inner voice, others vied for a space to speak, clasping at a podium in her mind that she kept just out of reach. Some days the effort exhausted her, and for the first time in years she felt her own body fighting her as well. The ghola stirred urges within her that she wanted to remove completely, the last time she had been this frustrated with the weakness of her own flesh was during her teething days. But at least she had her mother there to help her, she feared there was no one she could approach with this, not even Paul.

Paul has so much on his mind these days, he doesn’t need to wrestle with the problem of my growing sexuality, too.

The ghola intrigued Alia in more than just a sexual way, she felt she could see a trap. The word itself made her shudder beneath the water. The Atreides were not impenetrable. Her father’s words floated through her mind then; “Knowing where the trap is—that’s the first step in evading it.”

Oh Father, this world was too cruel for you.

Alia felt lust stirring between her legs, despite her mind on her lost parent, it seemed her libido would not be slowed by her thoughts. Looking to the door, as if someone might hear her own inner voice, Alia opened her mind, walking backwards through memories that were not her own. Before the Atreides empire, before the battle of Arrakeen, before Sietch Tabr, before Arrakis, before Dune, the Duke Leto Atreides and Lady Jessica enjoyed the serenity of Caladan. Alia closed her eyes, she could feel cold, sea air, taste the salt on her lips. The rain was fine, but it didn’t touch her as she stood on a sheltered balcony.

“Are you trying to catch a cold, my love?”

The voice was behind her, and she turned in a body that wasn’t hers, and in a voice that belonged to someone else, she spoke;

“Sometimes I want to feel the cold air against my skin, it reminds me that I’m alive.” Alia viewed her father through her mother’s eyes as he chuckled, eyeing her with such intensity, but with nothing but warmth in his expression. 

Check out Cosmo's blog for the full story: 

https://amuttssmut.blogspot.com/2024/04/my-power-is-you.html