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.~*~v***v~*~.

They find another Yehcatyr, a commoner laid out in a pool of blood, someone has slit his throat and one hamstring, and there is a ripped hood and veil near him that carries Rey's scent, though Kylo can tell that others have been here too.

There is a light scent of her blood and his nose leads him to the barest touch of it near the roof's edge. The trail carries on though, so she must be ambulatory.

It is unfortunate that the Yehcatyr is dead, he cannot be questioned and Kylo does not get the pleasure of erasing him himself - it is his scent along with hers on the ripped, discarded material.

They move on, always they are catching up to her. Her trail changes direction and he calls the others away from the North gate with instructions to converge to the west.

When they reach the end of the buildings near the curtain wall, they descend to the street, she is so close he can taste her, and he bids the others to fan out as he heads for a pile of old, rotting barrels.

He feels her fear, can hear the hammering of her heart, as if it were trying to escape the cage of her ribs.

At first he cannot see her, which should be impossible because his senses and the bond clearly pinpoint where she should be.

Then it hits him; she is using magic.

Unconsciously perhaps, and her technique is crude but her use is obvious... It may answer the question on how it was possible for them to bond. He has never heard of humans being able to wield magic before.

Is she unique? Or are there other humans out there with similar abilities?

Casually waving his hand, he sweeps away her concealment.

"Rey."

Her head jerks up at the sound of his voice, despite the fact she obviously wishes to avoid his eyes. She is dressed in Knight's black, her feet are bare and filthy and her hand clutches a bloody knife. He wonders how she got the clothes that now swamp her body.

She is clever, his bondmate.

Resourceful.

The way her mind jumps around, with panic and fear and confusion, indicates she still does not understand what the bond means.

As her body coils in on itself, readying for a leap, an attempt at escape, his whispers into her mind.

I will always find you.

There is a small gasp, of shock, of disbelief, and then she is springing up off her toes, lithe and quick.

But he is in her head now, and knows which way to send his body, so much larger than hers, catching her easily.

Holding onto her proves tougher though, she is as slippery as an eel, even more determined than she was yesterday.

The hardened leather of his cuirass protecting his chest turns her blade, but she manages to slash his arm. It is a shallow wound yet it still triggers his Zveris, which up until now, despite his anger at her fleeing from him, he had been in control of.

She screams as he bites her, his wicked teeth sinking into her throat, he hears the clatter of the knife falling from her hand, and her struggling grows weak.

It is intoxicating, this blood of hers, sweet and rich and exquisite.

Then he remembers that she is his bondmate, not a meal or lawbreaker, and wills himself to let go, licking his lips carefully to make sure he hasn't missed a drop.

Now she is quiet in his arms - the ataractic effects of the bite of a Yehcatyr sends most sentient beings into a state of torpor.

He adjusts her till she is arranged properly, then carefully licks the wound, aiding the healing process and reducing the scent. He does the same with her grazed hands and wrists, before he turns back to the others.

Brobard and Ashjac leave them to deal with the body of the dead Yehcatyr on the rooftop, as they have bondmates of their own and do not need to return to the keep tonight.

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His Rey will need to be punished, he thinks, as they make their way back home. As well, he will need to ask for permission to keep her in his room for a while as he does not think it will be safe to leave her on her own should he take a house for them.

Eventually he will have to though, you cannot have a female, even bonded as she is, running around a keep full of military Yehcatyr.

For their peace of mind as well as her safety.

But how to make her understand that she cannot escape him? That they are connected, bonded, now and until death takes them?

He will have to explain it to her himself, mind to mind, Threepio's attempt has plainly had no impact. Speaking of which, he will need to see Threepio and Korso, he wants to know the particulars of her escape and how she ended up dressed in black. The knife she could have got from anywhere and she has clearly picked a few pockets on her way, but her apparel raises some questions.

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Threepio appears as soon as they arrive back in the keep. Flustered and flapping and uttering trembling apologies. It is irritating, but he bids the Antapuri to walk alongside him and explain himself as Kylo heads to his room.

It is a rather pathetic story, Threepio was so easily duped by her change in demeanor and by his ideas of decorum. It appears Korso did not accompany them to the privy as the window was so small, thought such an unlikely means of egress.

Kylo makes certain they will not underestimate her again, and then sends Threepio off to fetch some things he needs, while he takes Rey to the bathing room again.

She murmurs a little, tries to lift her head as he walks her into the water, but otherwise does not stir as he cleans her. He finds grazes on her knees as well as the ones on her hands, which he also delicately licks.

This time, he gets to wash her himself, he should have insisted the first time. Her skin is soft, covered in downy hair that is barely there. A familiar anger enters him as he feels the ridges of scar tissue that decorate her back.

He soothes it away as he learns her shape, the small swell of her breasts, the slight curve of her hips and bottom. Her hands and feet are such delicate things, even if they are calloused and rough.

It appears that up until now, hers has been a hard life.

Still, it shaped her and brought her to him, so he cannot resent it too greatly.

Eventually, when they are both clean, his hand wanders between her legs, she shifts a little as he strokes her and he can feel her mind trying to surface.

Before she can awaken properly, he leaves the water and after wrapping them both in towels, takes her back to his room.

Threepio has left food and water, new clothes, and some smooth rope.

The rope he uses to tie her wrists to his bedposts, he leaves enough room so as not to cut off the blood supply, but not enough for her to slip out of either, then bends her legs and binds her calves to her thighs.

He leaves the other things for later, and settles on the bed between her legs, smoothing his hands over her hips and up her sides, then back again, as he places his mouth over her sex.

For a moment, he just breathes her in.

Her scent is a little different from last time, no slick triggered by the bond, just her, clean and nectarous.

She is almost awake when he starts to sweep his tongue over her, tasting her properly, holding her knees down so she is spread for him completely.

A shocked squeal brings her completely awake as he presses his lips around her clit and he looks up to meet her eyes. They are confused, as she shivers with unwanted pleasure she shakes her head, moaning a stream of "No, no, no, no, no!" strangely accented.

Threepio had managed something then.

Though Kylo would not have said teaching her the word no was a priority.

He sucks her clit into his mouth and her body jolts, then strains as she attempts to fight the ropes, his hands, his mouth, her own body. He works at her till she is almost there, just about to tip over the edge, and then he stops.

He looks up at her as she pants, her hips moving slightly, unconsciously seeking release.

Her eyes are shut, face scrunched up, her nose crinkled. Once her breathing has evened out a little, he starts again, gentle little licks as he speaks into her mind.

There is something you must understand, Rey. Her eyes fly open, for once staring straight into his. We are bonded by blood and by magic. It will not end till we die. You began this when you marriage-marked my face. It means we are now connected, it means I will always be able to find you. I will not let you leave me, and I will not let another being ever hurt you again. You are safe, and you are Mine.

There is a rush of moisture that coats his tongue and she whimpers. Do you understand?

She whimpers again as he swirls his tongue in her slick, then flicks it over her clit. Answer me, speak in your mind, and I will be able to understand you.

She trembles, shuts her eyes tight and he can feel her trying to concentrate… I… You lie! Let me go, shadowspawn!

He sighs against her, causing her to shiver, I do not lie. Again he sucks her clit and rolls it between his lips. You know it, you can feel the bond, though you choose to ignore it. You have a choice, accept it and live freely with me, or don't, and stay tied to my bed… More slick gathers, and he sucks harder as he slowly inserts a thick finger inside her, then curves it upwards. Her breath is coming in quick little pants, and although she tries, she cannot hold onto to her moans as he brings her close once more, then stops. I can do this for a very long time…

A frustrated little sob escapes her, Why me?

Smiling, he starts to lap at her again, That is something you must ask yourself. You made the first cut.

Her stomach muscles flex and her hips tremble as he starts gently moving his finger again, I was only defending myself!

His tongue speeds up, And yet, here we are. Perhaps it was fate.

She snarls and he feels her inner walls clench around his finger, Fuck fate! Another whine, Why are you doing... That? I cannot concentrate with you… A shuddering exhalation... doing that!

She is so close again already, he himself is desperate enough, but this treatment is needful. She must be made to understand.

I am doing this, because you need to lose control, the greater your climax, the more detached from your body you become, the easier it will be to see our connection. I will do this for as long as necessary… or until you beg me to let you come.

He stops again, her whole body quivers, muscles contracting and breath hitching as her body tries to reach a conclusion on its own. She is covered in slick now, it glistens in the lamp light, coats her thighs and pools down the cleft of her buttocks.

"Rey," he breathes her name again, and just that almost has her over the edge, she is so close, so close.

She sobs out words he cannot understand, curses and appeals, imploring.

He has to bite his lip; she is so perfectly tormented.

He can see her mind begin to shift a little, opening up, he hopes it will not be long now. When she has calmed a little, he restarts and as soon as he does, she begins to weep. Her clit is swollen and red, the lips of her sex are puffy, she looks so ripe.

He wants her, wants to swallow every part of her until she screams and can scream no more.

Gently, he bites her thigh, just a taste, he thinks, to go with the slick, but it is that that finally triggers her.

Her back arches up as far as is possible, and she does scream, it is hoarse and ecstatic as she gushes over his lower face, muscles clenching and sucking at his finger, which he crooks even more and rubs her deep inside.

She breaks, falls apart and all he can do is watch.

It lasts a long while and by the time her body relaxes she is a twitching, trembling mess.

He unties her legs, rubbing them gently and she barely stirs.

Dipping into her mind, he finds it wide open, she is lost in the expanse of space, untethered and overwhelmed.

Now is the time for him to bring her back, through the bond.

Gently he pushes her thighs apart, and rubs his already leaking cock in her abundance of slick, then slowly sinks into her. She is so, so tight, like a vice made of warm and wanting flesh. Groaning, he continues, moving over her so he can nuzzle into her neck, lick over the pulse beating in her throat.

Hitching one of her legs up a little, he finally hits home.

.~*~v***v~*~.

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Somehow Rey is cast out of her body, and finally, she sees it, or perhaps she finally allows herself to see it, she isn't sure. But now the connection between her and the monster is visible. Like a tether or shining rope, it stems from her solar plexus into his, joining them together and she cannot see a way to unmake it.

The scar on his face also glows, as does her hand, pulsing gently in sync with each other. Looking down at herself makes her giddy and more afraid, yet the gentle hum of their bond somehow comforts her.

That comfort appalls her.

She is drawn inward once more, as his body enters hers. Her worldly eyes are slow to open, her gaze hazy but she is aware that her hips are starting to rock against him of their own accord. His scar no longer glows, she notices as she meets his eyes fully, for the first time not hiding from him.

There does not seem any point now.

They are amber and brown, his pupils wide and hungry.

There you are, her muscles involuntarily clench around him as his voice whispers in her mind, Don't be afraid. I feel it too.

He stoops, his lips gently brush hers as he stares into her eyes, his gaze seems to capture hers and she cannot look away no matter how much she wishes to.

They are soft, the contact makes her breath hitch at the light touch, her own lips tingle as she looks back at him.

He is beautiful, she realises, despite how monstrous he may be, there is an otherworldly pulchritudinous to him that she cannot deny... She hopes it is the bond that makes her feel this way, that makes her body cry out for him to start moving, to finish what he started.

Do you see now? He holds so still, despite her body's grip on him; it is almost as much torture as what he had done with his mouth. Do you accept our bond, or must I keep you tied to my bed?

The idea does not seem to distress him, but it gives her a full body shiver, and not entirely in a bad way. She doesn't know why.

I do.

For now she has no other choice.

This answer seems to light a fire in his eyes and now his lips press against hers fully, moulding to them as he finally starts to move.

It is a relief, yet still hurts, but somehow it feels good at the same time, an equal measure of pain and pleasure, the one only enhancing the other.

Her hands are still tied, her body completely in his control. Only able to clench her fists and flex her hips leaves her unable to fight the rising tide of sensation. His lips move away from hers, kissing down her jaw and settling to mouth at her pulse as his body picks up the pace, the delicious violence of his thrusts make her cry out with every jolt of movement.

Mine. You are mine. In her head his voice is ragged but demanding. Say it.

She doesn't want to capitulate, she has told him she accepts the bond already, why does he need this too?

He snarls slightly at her lack of response and one of his hands disappears between their bodies, it finds the tiny sensitive spot above her sex and starts to rub it as he thrusts into her harder.

The rising tide that has been building deep inside her suddenly crests and before she can draw breath, she is pitched over it to completion.

Even in the midst of her climax she feels him swell inside her, stretching her even more before he himself breaks. A low growl emanates from his chest as he shudders, before his teeth sink into her neck, causing her eyes to roll up and her body to shake with intensity.

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When she comes back to herself, her eyelids are heavy and will not allow her to open them. Right now, she doesn't wish to think, so she surrenders to sleep.

That is a submission she is happy with.

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A/N: Ihad Monsters by Ruelle in my head for most of this fic, I meant to say at the beginning but forgot…

I wrote this chapter soon after the other two, but didn't post as I wasn't sure about it, but hopefully it reads okay.

I don't know when another update will come, sorry 0_0