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XAREX

Xarex didn’t know what brought him back to himself and out of the lust-trance he’d fallen into when the W’rx half of him took over. Maybe it was the feeling of Nora moving against him…or maybe it was the sound of patting from the watchers in the circle. But what fully broke the trance completely was the sound of his new bride’s voice, moaning—almost crying.

He blinked his eyes and looked down to see that he was buried to the hilt—knot and all—deep in her soft pussy. The vines were still binding her and holding her in place but she was limp, hanging in them and moaning softly as though she barely had the strength to stay conscious.

“Oh God —too much! It’s too much… I can’t…can’t take any more!”

The voice was Nora’s but it wasn’t coming from her lips—he was hearing it inside his head.

A feeling of horror washed over him.

Goddess—what have I done?

But he already knew. Not only had he taken her roughly and refused to stop when she’d begged him to, he had Bonded her to him which was surely going to be an unwelcome connection—at least for her. Who wanted to be Bonded to their abuser?

Quickly, Xarex put up a mental barrier so she wouldn’t have to hear his own thoughts and he could no longer hear hers.

“Nora?” he asked anxiously. “ Nora , are you all right?”

Her head hung down limply but he could hear her when she spoke.

“You…why did you do it? I asked you not to. What if…what if I’m pregnant?”

“Pregnant?” Xarex looked down again to where his entire thick cock was buried in her soft little pussy. Gods , how much had he hurt her when he let the W’rx half take over? How hard had he taken her? And had he really come inside her?

“Hang on, ellana,” he begged softly, stroking her back. “ I’m so sorry— I just need to wait for my knot to go down before I can pull out of you.”

His own fear and anxiety helped his knot to deflate quickly and a moment later he was withdrawing. But as he drew his long, thick shaft out of her pussy, a gush of white cream followed, wetting her thighs and pattering to the ground.

Xarex nearly groaned aloud. Gods , he’d promised not to do this—not to breed her when they had to get home by folding space! But the sight of her tied up and helpless in the vines had triggered his W’rx half and he’d lost all sense of anything but his own lust.

He didn’t know the name of the emotion filling him as he gently untangled Nora from the vines, but he thought it was shame and possibly self-hatred. He had taken her so roughly—filled her so completely even though she had begged him not to! He remembered now, hearing her voice distantly, crying and begging him not to come inside her, not to breed her.

And then I went and bred her anyway! What the fuck is wrong with me? What kind of a mate am I to treat my bride this way.

A Broken One —that’s what you are, whispered an ominous voice in his head. One who takes pleasure in the pain of women.

“I’m sorry. So sorry, ellana,” he murmured as he tugged at her leaf dress, trying to make it cover her. Her inner thighs were sticky with his cum, which was still flowing out of her and he had nothing to clean her up with.

At last he got her all untangled. She still seemed weak so he put one arm around her, supporting her. He wished he could cover her. He wished that everyone wasn’t watching and hadn’t seen his shameful act. Most of all, though, he wished he hadn’t done it in the first place. Surely he had broken whatever trust his new bride had in him. She would hate and fear him now and he wouldn’t blame her for it a bit. Right now, he just wanted to take her someplace sheltered and try to clean her.

But before he could carry Nora away someplace they could have privacy, the Primiens all started patting the ground again and someone shouted,

“Look! The Bloom —it shines!”