"Rakan..."

Her voice echoed into Rakans dreams as he struggled to clear his addled mind. Setts fist had knocked him out for what must have been hours. The blood on the side of his head had dried, a swollen lump formed, hot and painful to the touch.

"Xayah, I'm here," he calls out to her in as reassuring a tone as he can manage. She must be a few cells down. I should have been more careful coming in here. I walked right into it!

"Rakan, he said he knew you as a child. Tell me it isn't true! Please tell me he isn't actually half-Vastayan," she says in a panicked voice.

"Xayah, I'm sorry. I did know him as a child, but it was years ago. I didn't think it would ever come back up! I honestly thought he had died in the wilderness and didn't give it a second thought... But now I see that he is the one behind the magical creature trade. We can get out of here Xayah, don't worry. We just need time," he says, trying to keep her optimistic.

"Rakan! He is half-Vastayan and says he knows about the Bind!"

Silence settles upon the dungeon as her words hit Rakan like a truck. Vastayan biology was innately magical, and as such there were rules that were mimicked by lesser beings like humans. The Bind was what linked a Vastayan male to a Vastayan female. A magical bond formed by the creation of a child. An unbreakable bond of unconditional loyalty that only faded once the child was grown enough to create their own Bind. Vastaya culture and society was strictly regulated and maintained, with the Bind rarely being abused.

Xayah had not wanted a child for numerous reasons, so they had both agreed to abstain from that meaningful act, settling for other, lesser acts until they had changed their minds, but now...

"He-He can't do that. He is only half-Vastayan, it won't work. And he won't even get the chance! I'll get us out of here right now," Rakan says as he shakes the unyielding bars to the cage.

"Rakan! Rakan no matter what happens, you are my true love," Xayah cries out as she hears him desperately attempt to break free. "I promise I'll try to fight!"

Suddenly the door to the dungeon opens and light spills down the hall. "Oh don't worry Xayah," Sett calls out. "You don't need to make promises. Rakan is going to watch you fight me."

Two large men approach Rakans cell, opening the door and restraining him with petricite to nullify his magical abilities. Sett approaches Xayahs cell as Rakan calls out, "Don't touch her! You think hurting her will undo what the Vastaya did to you as a child?"

Sett unlocks Xayahs cell and grabs her by her ears, ignoring her cries of pain as he drags her out of the cell. "No. Nothing can undo what your kind did to me. By casting me out, your people made me turn to this. But I learned to enjoy it. I've been told by several lovers that I need to talk about my problems, but I don't want to. There are other ways to deal with my past, and right now, you represent everything I hate about the Vastaya. I am going to make you suffer..."

Sett nods to his men and they drag Rakan out of the dungeons and through the underground complex as he struggles and fights them to no avail. Sett follows closely behind, dragging the weak Xayah behind him, her feet scraping across the floor as she tries to gain footing to reduce the load on her sensitive ears. The sounds of a crowd can be heard in the distance, but getting louder every second. They approach a large wooden door, and as the men open it, the sound explodes.

They walk out into an arena full of costumed, masked people all cheering as the battered Rakan is taken to the ring at the center of the arena and bound to the ropes around the edge. Sett picks up Xayah and tosses her into the ring, her body flying high enough that she bounces when she lands, a cry of pain leaving her lips. Sett jumps up into the ring and holds his hand up to silence the crowd.

"I invited you all here today for a special treat. I know how much you enjoy bidding on Vastayans, and today I have two lovely specimens here. Both of them are mine," he says. The crowd boos, but he holds his hand up again to quiet them.

"But I wouldn't call you here today without reason! They are mine, but I am generous. I share. So todays highest bidders gets to share with me for this one time! In the meantime, enjoy the show." The crowd cheers again and begin submitting their bids as Setts attention turns back to Xayah. He takes off his vest and pants, stripping down entirely as the crowd roars their approval.

Rakan yells in a hoarse voice, "Sett! I'm sorry I turned my back on you... I'm sorry but don't do this. I love her... Don't do this!"

Sett grabs Xayahs legs and spreads them, rubbing his flaccid cock against her dark purple pussy, his member slowly hardening. His one hand goes to her breasts, squeezing them painfully as Xayah tries to close her legs. Her hands go to his as she attempt to push him away in vain, his muscles like iron. Sett spits on his cock, the member grown to its full 9 inches, and presses it against Xayahs unwilling entrance.

"Please! No! It hurts," she cries as she squirms, never having had more than 3 fingers in her at once.

"That's the point," Sett says as he turns to look at Rakan who watches in horror. "Watch me Rakan. Watch me make your woman my own..."

Sett grabs Xayahs hips and pushes into her, four, five inches in one thrust. Her scream pierces his ears, but he ignores her as he pulls back and slams in harder. She was so dry that it was painful for him too, but that should change quickly enough.

Xayahs mind was exploding from the pain. Her legs felt like jelly as she tried to push and claw at Sett, but even as she dug her nails into his arms and chest, he seemed to feed off of it. She felt herself moisten involuntarily, her body attempting to protect her from more pain as he began to ease into her, deeper than she'd ever felt anything go before.

As Xayahs screams fade and her eyes go dull, Sett smiles, thrusting into her more easily now. He turns her head to face Rakan and says, "Look at her, accepting her place. This is what she was made for, don't you agree?"

Sett turns his attention back to Xayah, lifting her legs up and folding her over until her feet rest on either side of her head. "Still only taking 6 inches... Lets see if I can't get any deeper," he says as he leans into her, his entire weight behind his thrusts as he hammers the entrance to her womb.

Xayah feels like a hot knife is stabbing her inside with each thrust, his cock pounding against her womb, each ram loosening the entrance to her fertile vault. Please let it end soon... Please let it end! She opened her eyes and saw Rakan looking at her with a defeated expression, tears streaming down his face, and she closes her eyes once more. I can't look at him while this is happening to me. Its just too much.

Sett grabs Xayahs neck with both hands, pulling her onto his cock as he thrusts into her. "You feel that you little bird brained slut. I'm almost into your womb! Just a few more..." He squeezes tight around her neck and pulls with all his strength, his cock sliding the full 9 inches into her, ramming through her cervix and into her womb. The crowd cheers as he bottoms out inside her, his cock bulging against her stomach. He releases her neck and lets her slump back to the ground, her legs falling to either side of his torso. Drool leaves her open mouth, pooling on the floor beneath her head as Sett takes her hips and rams into her, each thrust sliding in and out of her womb.

A glowing purple symbol appeared on her stomach like a tattoo, filling Sett with pleasure as he turns to Rakan.

"Rakan! You see the symbol forming on her lower stomach? Her body knows whats coming! I've done this to other Vastaya before, just never one of my own kind. Once I fill her with my seed, she belongs to me," he grunts as his balls slap against her asshole. "And if my seed doesn't take this time, then I will keep you chained up in my bedroom so you can watch me fill her over and over until it does."

Xayah was utterly broken at this point. Once he had breached her womb, the pain went away, replaced with numbness. This wasn't happening to her, it was happening to someone else, and she was just a spectator. She watched Rakan bounce in her view, looking down to see Sett plunging his massive member into her body, stretching out her stomach with each thrust.

Sett knew he was close. There was something cathartic about this experience, taking Xayah in front of Rakan. By spilling his seed inside her, he felt he could unload all the pain of his past, and finally move on. This was more than just revenge. But there was plenty of pleasure in simple revenge.

He grabs Xayahs ears and pulls her head up to watch his cock plunge in and out of her tight pussy, forcing her to watch her stomach distend from his member rearranging her insides. "I want you to watch as I make you mine," he growls as he holds her head with both his hands, thrusts becoming faster and more desperate.

He pushes into her with one final thrust, more powerful and deeper than any before. He holds himself there and time seems to stand still for a moment before his cock throbs, rope after rope of thick, viscous cum shooting directly into Xayahs womb. He groans in pleasure, looking at her stomach as it swells slightly from the volume of his cum, his balls straining as he completely drains himself inside her. He stays inside her, his cock sealing him his cum as he expectantly watches the symbol on her stomach. Come on you fertile little slut. Become mine...

The symbol begins to glow bright white before fading to black, remaining a permanent mark on her skin. Sett turns to Rakan and says, "Now you are forgiven..." He leans over to Xayah and places a kiss on her lips.

Xayah felt an enormous wave of pleasure wash over her, the hopelessness and sorrow from moments ago completely gone. As Sett leaned down to kiss her, she felt adoration and love for him, her hands going to his cheeks to hold his face as she kissed him. So this is the Bind! Why was I resisting it all these years... This joy is indescribable!

Her legs wrap around him, locking him inside her as she kisses him for what seems like hours, her fingers running through his hair, scratching his ears, running her nails down his muscled back. She breaks off the kiss only to whisper, "Thank you... Thank you for showing me true pleasure. Thank you for giving me a child to love forever! I love you!"

Sett pulls back and looks at Rakan with a smile. Xayah is too infatuated to notice, her hands running over Setts chest and abs, admiring his superior physique. "She belongs to a real man now," Sett said to Rakan, the words bringing horror to him just as it brought joy to Xayah. His lover and friend of years was now deeply devoted to the man who just raped her in front of him... Rakan hung his head, unable to face reality.

Sett pulls out of Xayah, a river of cum leaking from her abused holes as she lays there panting, her hands rubbing her belly gently as she fell asleep. Sett calls out to the crowd now, "I hope you enjoyed the show! To the winners of the auction, please stop by my office later to collect your one time reward."

He puts his clothes back on, picks up Xayah as if she were a newlywed bride, and walks out of the arena. Rakan is untied and taken to the dungeons, thrown back into his cell and given a stale loaf of bread. Sett enters after the men leave, walking into Rakans cell. He runs his hands through his hair and says, "Well I can see why you like her so much. I probably would have stuck with her for years too, if I knew she felt that good around my cock."

Rakan is silent, too broken to respond, no quippy comebacks worth saying.

Sett sighs and says, "Well I have a gift for you. Since you put in your time trying to fuck her, it's only fair." He drops his pants and pulls out his cock, still coated in his cum and Xayahs juices. "There's some of me on there, but a good portion of it is her," he says as he grabs Rakans head and rubs his cock all over, coating him in a shiny sticky layer of fluids.

He pulls his pants back up and steps out of the cell, closing it behind him. "That's the closest you will ever get. She is mine now, and so are you."

The door closes and Rakan is alone.