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XAREX

Xarex was feeling emotions—he was certain of it this time. And he was just as certain that it was dangerous. The fact that half of his DNA was W’rx made it impossible to believe otherwise.

He finished his conversation with the security guard and waited until the door of his office was closed. Then he reached back and felt the emotion damper implanted at the back of his neck. Sure enough, it was set to maximum dampening. He should have no emotions at all. And yet, he’d definitely been having feelings—extremely intense ones. In fact, when Nora had first kissed him, he’d had an almost insurmountable urge to push her against his desk, rip up her skirt, and shove his shaft deep in her tight, hot pussy.

The mental image made him feel hot and cold at the same time. The W’rx half of him roared with pleasure at the idea. But the Kindred half recoiled.

No, I can’t do that! Can’t take what isn’t offered! he thought. Rape was considered the worst thing a male could do to a female in Kindred culture. And any male who took pleasure in raping or hurting a woman was considered irredeemable. Such a male would be labeled a “Broken One” and would be either executed or driven out of the community, never to be welcomed again.

Xarex closed his eyes and massaged his temples with his fingers. At times he felt like he was at war with himself. Why had the Tolleg scientist who mixed his DNA composed him out of two such completely different species?

The W’rx were a war-like people who tied their women down and took them by force as part of their mating rituals, while the Kindred were horrified at the idea of forcing a woman. Unfortunately, Xarex had both urges within himself and he wasn’t sure which would win if he was put to the test.

He’d read about the human principle of “nature vs. nurture”—they had an ongoing debate about whether a person’s DNA or his upbringing had the most effect on him when he was grown. But that was a moot point for Xarex.

As a Dark Kindred, he had never had a childhood—he had been grown in a gestation tank and had emerged a fully functional adult. He’d spent some time on the Dark Kindred home world but then he had begun yearning for different experiences and had moved to the Kindred Mother Ship which orbited the Earth’s moon.

Xarex admitted to himself that the yearning for new things was probably the first indication that his emotion damper was failing. It was supposed to keep him from having any feelings at all, yet more and more he was certain he was having emotions.

He’d certainly been having them when he held Nora in his arms and kissed her. The feeling of her small, soft, curvy body against his own and the taste of her sweet mouth had made him hot with lust. Gods, even now his shaft was still so stiff it hurt and his balls were aching with the need for release!

Since he was certain she was gone, he ducked into his private fresher—what the humans called a “bathroom” and locked the door behind him. He unfastened the magno-tabs that held his trousers together and let his thick shaft spring free.

A hiss of relief left his lips as he began to stroke himself. It made him think of the very first time he’d performed this particular action—the first time he’d allowed himself a release when he was thinking of Nora.

It was her scent that had drawn him to her in the beginning. When she had first come to work at the HKR building, he’d noticed her warm, feminine fragrance at once. It made sense because the W’rx half of him had an even more impressive sense of smell than a regular Kindred. The delicious, enticing scent had drawn him to her and he had wanted her even before he saw her.

But then, when he finally caught sight of the little human, his Kindred side had been triggered to lust as well. Nora was an Elite—a female the Goddess had blessed with extra curves. Her full breasts, wide hips, and deliciously thick thighs made him long to throw her over his shoulder and take her someplace he could tie her down and ravish her until she moaned for him.

That was the W’rx part speaking again, of course. Xarex had resisted the urge strongly but he hadn’t been able to resist the urge to see her again. He’d rearranged his schedule so that he always worked on Saturdays now, even though previously he’d been working a regular Earth schedule of Monday to Friday. He knew it was wrong, but he looked forward to seeing her all week. In fact, it was all he could do to stop himself from making a permanent position for her so he could see her more than just once every seven days.

But he hadn’t dared to do that—he feared that the more he saw her, the more he would want her. It shamed him to think that he might not be able to control the W’rx part of himself if he indulged in seeing her curvy body and smelling her sweet feminine fragrance too often.

Instead of inviting her to work full-time at the HKR building, he had turned to a substitute—human pornography. Most Kindred porn was olfactory—they bought “Scent books” filled with the fragrances collected from women who were aroused. But now that he had seen Nora, Xarex didn’t want to smell the scent of any other woman. What he wanted was more of her.

He found what he was looking for—or at least a viable substitute—when he was browsing on the human Internet and happened across a digital image of a woman who looked like Nora with long brown hair and big brown eyes.

The site happened to be one that showed pornographic images—mostly women posing in the nude while pleasuring themselves. The image Xarex found didn’t look exactly like the curvy little Elite, but it was close enough for him to imagine Nora doing the things he saw the human model doing. He’d watched as she thrust a long, thick phallus into her soft little pussy, moaning with pleasure as she did so. His cock was so hard it ached and, almost without thinking, he’d released it from his trousers and began to stroke as he watched and imagined this was Nora putting on a show for him…Nora touching herself as she looked into his eyes…

That first release had been so sweet…and so shameful. He’d known that he was feeling—lust was an emotion most Dark Kindred never indulged in. But he hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d continued looking through the human Internet for more of the same…and then he’d found Bondage porn.

Some of it—a lot of it actually—was too extreme for Xarex. He didn’t like what Nora had called “torture porn.” The thought of actually hurting a woman so that she cried or bled or was in terrible pain repulsed him. However, the idea of tying her down and taking her—or teasing and pleasuring her as she lay there, tied up and helpless…well, that spoke to him deeply. At least, it spoke to his W’rx side, Xarex admitted to himself.

So he had begun collecting such images and vids—those that featured female models who looked like Nora being tied down and tasted or taken were his favorites. And since it seemed that over half of the human Internet was devoted to porn, he had no lack of material to stroke himself to.

He’d never dreamed he would get a chance to do any of the things he fantasized about, though. But now it seemed that his wildest dreams were about to come true.

She signed the contract! whispered a voice in his head. She promised I could do anything I wanted—anything at all!

So many images of Nora rose in his mind, he couldn’t choose his favorite. He imagined tying her with the silk rope he’d bought on a whim the other day. Holding her immobile with her luscious, thick thighs spread and her soft little pussy on display. He would spend hours on his knees before her, teasing her with his tongue…tasting her until she came for him over and over as he licked up her juices…

“Gods!” The rough shout was torn from his lips as his cock erupted, spraying jet after jet of hot seed from the tip.

The intense release made Xarex almost dizzy and he had to brace himself with his free hand against the fresher wall. But even after coming, his shaft didn’t go soft. Kindred males were multi-orgasmic—they could keep going for hours, coming over and over again.

“I’m going to come inside her,” he growled to himself, picturing Nora again. “I’m going to thrust deep in her tight little pussy and look into her eyes when I fill her with my cum!”

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