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vicinity of all those hands.
    "We can't. This
has to happen. The more you fight it the more it will hurt. Let him
in." His fingers continued their practised massaging action and I
felt myself loosening, distracted by those waves again. My body
went limp, and Atticus pushed himself inside me, slowly, until
there was nothing in my world apart from what impaled me between my
legs.
    There was
agony, and a terrible tightness. I was afraid to move in case
something ripped, or exploded. I held my breath as I tried to fight
the shock of it.
    "Breathe, baby"
said Julius from above me, his voice low and soothing. I glanced at
Atticus' face, his eyes were shut tight, a grimace of either pain
or pleasure distorting his features.
    "Breathe," said
Julius again. I let my breath out slowly and felt some of the
tension between my legs ease. Atticus must have felt it too,
because he opened his black eyes and looked down at me and his lips
curled in a smile around those fangs.
    "Good girl," he
whispered.
    Then he started
to move, withdrawing ever so slightly, then pushing back in, slowly
at first, then faster, building up an ever more urgent rhythm. The
pain receded as the movement started stimulating every single nerve
ending in my body, and I felt a terrible wave of ecstasy building,
and suddenly I was desperately afraid that he was going to stop
that awful, wonderful motion. The tension tightened every single
muscle in my body and my breath started coming in short gasps. I
screamed when it broke, riding the ecstasy down, my eyes wild and
unseeing.
    Atticus
shuddered then and roared, and I felt his orgasm deep inside me,
the rhythmic surging as his cock contracted over and over. He
collapsed onto me, partially supporting his weight on his
elbows.
    I lay there
beneath him, sweating and panting, and trying not to think about my
treacherous body's reaction to the very thorough violation it had
just endured. Atticus lifted the left half of his body slightly,
and looked down at my face, a slow smile spreading across his
features.
    "That was
lovely," he told me.
    "Get off me," I
glared at him. What was he going to do next, thank me? As if I had
had any choice at all in what had just happened.
    "Not yet,
sweetheart."
    "Get off!" I
insisted, louder this time, and I tried to wriggle out from under
him. I was not in the least successful - Julius still held my
wrists, and Atticus casually allowed all his weight to press me
down onto the bed. I was going nowhere fast. I struggled some more
anyway, trying to prove a point.
    "We should tell
her about the spikes," suggested Julius from above my head. I
froze. What spikes?
    Atticus lifted
himself up slightly as he had before, and grinned at me. "There are
spikes along the sides of my penis, sweetheart. They appear after
orgasm and can take up to thirty minutes to flatten out, depending
on the level of stimulation. Your delicious wriggling is not
helping them go down," he said wryly.
    "Are you
fucking kidding me? Spikes?" I demanded. Seriously, this was
getting more and more bizarre.
    "We kid you
not. If I were to try and pull out of you now, you would be ripped
up inside, and you would haemorrhage quite badly, possibly even
fatally."
    "Why do you
think there are so few vampires around?" Julius added. "It's really
difficult for us to breed successfully. For some reason, nature
decided that we would live for centuries and be strong and fast,
then she decided to make our replication something of an Achilles
heel. Otherwise we would have been the dominant race by now."
    Yeah,
whatever. Cry me a river. Spikes ?
    I lay dead
still as the minutes passed, and the sweat dried on my skin. Julius
stood up and left the room for a while, and returned with a tall
glass of iced water, which he placed on the bedside table. He had
replaced the towel around his waist, for which I was extremely
grateful. I didn't need a reminder of what remained inside me. I
could feel how it still filled me, thick and heavy. Spikes or