“Do you see? The Bloom has emerged because it likes your sacrifice!” the One who Cares for All exclaimed. “But you cannot pluck it yet!” they warned, as Nora reached for the stem of the alien flower. “First you must make it shine for you. Otherwise it will die and be no use to you the moment you pluck it.”

Nora drew back her hand, a look of longing and uncertainty on her face.

“But what makes it shine?”

“Pure emotion—only the most intense sexual sacrifice will make it shine for you,” the One told her. “Continue what you were doing—give the Bloom what it wants and feed the People as well with your emotions.”

Xarex frowned. The white blossom seemed to be glowing very faintly but clearly that wasn’t enough—it wasn’t really “shining” yet. But despite the lust he still felt, he was uneasy about continuing what they had been doing. His W’rx half was very near the surface—he didn’t want to give it an excuse to come out.

But Nora was looking at him hopefully.

“Please, Xarex—kiss me again,” she pleaded softly.

“I want to…” He stroked her cheek. “It’s just…I’m afraid the W’rx half of me has been awakened by that drink we had. I’m trying to keep it in control, but?—”

“I don’t care if you lose control, do you hear me?” she demanded fiercely. “I have to get that flower and you promised to do anything you had to in order to help me get it! So help me!”

Xarex clenched his jaw. He would just have to hold back the W’rx urges by sheer force of will.

“All right, ellana—as you wish,” he growled.

And then he dropped to his knees before her and began pulling up the hem of her dress.

21

NORA

Nora wasn’t sure what he was doing at first. She tried to pull the hem of her leaf dress down, but he wouldn’t let her. He looked up at her, his eyes flickering between silver and molten gold and growled,

“You asked for my help—so let me fucking help you. Spread your thighs for me and let me taste your sweet pussy, ellana.”

Nora felt like something was melting inside her. She’d never had a man talk to her like that—or give her such an intense, heated demand. This wasn’t something they should do in public, but God—she wanted him to. Even though she was embarrassed by it.

Moaning softly, she started to spread her thighs, but she wasn’t quick enough for Xarex. With a low growl of lust, he wrenched her legs apart and lifted her right leg to rest her thigh on his broad shoulder.

Nora gasped as the move spread her pussy wide and then she felt his hot breath between her thighs. Before she could protest, she found she was holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life as he thrust his face against her and began licking and sucking her open pussy.

“Oh! Oh God, Xarex!” Nora threw back her head, moaning helplessly. She’d never been with a man who actually wanted to taste her before—and it was clear that her new husband didn’t just want to taste her—he was intent on devouring her.

His tongue seemed to be everywhere—sliding deep in her pussy one minute and then teasing her aching clit the next. He was making a low, hungry growling noise as he licked her that Nora could feel as a vibration that only pushed her pleasure higher. Groaning, she fisted one hand in his thick hair and ground herself against him—pressing her needy pussy to his hungry mouth, giving herself completely to the moment.

But the pleasure was so intense she found herself losing her balance. She tried to hold on to Xarex, but her fingers were slipping and she was falling backward…

But just as she thought she was going to fall completely, something grabbed her from behind and supported her.

Nora gasped with surprise but when she looked around, she saw that it was the vines that made up the platform that were holding her. Several of them had slipped around her waist and a few more had encircled her thighs—she was being held and supported by the vines as Xarex continued to lick and suck her open pussy.

Then the vines started wrapping around her wrists.

“Oh!” she gasped, and writhed in their grip. “Oh please, what…”

But then the vines twisted again and she found herself being torn away from the big Kindred’s mouth. She was being spun around in midair until she was on her hands and knees—or she would have been, if the vines hadn’t been holding her up off the ground.

Her breasts hung down like ripe fruit and her thighs were being spread wide by the vines which were both supporting and imprisoning her. What in the hell was happening? It was like she was being put into some kind of bizarre alien form of bondage!

“Xarex?” she gasped, writhing helplessly in the grip of the vines. “Xarex, what the hell is happening?”

She looked over her shoulder and what she saw nearly made her heart stop. Her huge Kindred husband didn’t look quite like himself anymore. His eyes were flickering back and forth from silver to gold so fast that she could barely tell the difference. And the look of hunger on his face was unmistakable.