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all he wants to do is feed.
    Suddenly, it hits me. I come—I come so hard that I slam my head back against the floor. But the pain, it simply won’t register. Pleasure’s overriding everything.
    “Fuck me!” I scream—words I can’t believe are my own. “Fuck me!”
    Magically, I rise into the air. He effortlessly picks me up and we stumble forward. We stumble until we smack into the kitchen table, which falls onto the floor—taking everything on top of it, including a glass, which smashes into pieces. We, too, soon smash—right into a wall. We smash into it so hard that it shakes.
    This time I can feel the pain—and I moan a little. But this stops when I feel something else—a warm slab of concrete pressing inside me. It’s so big that I reach down to make sure it’s real—and even then I can’t believe it.
    At the same time, he grabs my shoulders and slowly forces me down upon him. He’s splitting me apart, and yet—unlike with Julian—it doesn’t hurt, even though Julian was barely the same species. Maybe it’s because Mark’s not using himself as a weapon—he’s not trying to hurt me. If anything, he’s the one in pain. As I inch my way down to him he’s groaning and squirming and shivering—with his eyes clenched closed.
    I’m doing this—me! I’m taking down the mountain—tearing it fucking apart. I’ve never felt so good—so strong and omnipotent.
    Suddenly, he falls to his knees—bringing me along with him, and I reach bottom. I feel him everywhere. He’s mine—he belongs to me. Not only his flesh but everything that’s him.
    Still, I want more—a lot more, and I try to rise. But I just can’t. I can’t budge off him. Our bodies are welded together. So, he grasps my thighs. He swallows them with his huge hands and gently lifts me up.
    This causes both of us to scream and shake the whole way there. Finally, I reach the top and he again grabs my shoulders—and he again pushes me downward. And again I come. I come so hard that my whole body flies around. I can’t control my arms or my legs or my head. Or even my mind.
    All this triggers him. I can feel him pouring into me, with the concrete jerking over and over inside me—gutting me out. I don’t think it’ll ever stop.
    I don’t want it to stop!
    Though it does, and he calms a bit. But only to flip me onto the floor. Then he starts pounding himself into me. Just short thrusts. I don’t think even he has the strength to do more than that.
    Loudly, he grunts—and we start bucking on the floor—with my back banging against the wood again and again. But I don’t care. I want more.
    More!
    “Fuck me harder!” I yell, while wrapping my arms and legs around his muscle as tightly as I can. I also dig my nails into his back. I dig them so deeply I can feel bone. “Fucking harder!”
    He listens and starts slamming me against the floor. He’s slamming me so hard that I think we’re gonna go right through it.
    Once more I come—and I shriek—and still I want more. I want more and more and more.
    At this point, he’s no longer human, but something between animal and machine, ripping my flesh apart as he pistons into it. His thrusts are now longer, too—impossibly so, and he’s thrashing all his weight upon me. I can feel my bones begin to shatter.
    Suddenly, he howls—and shudders—and cries like a little boy, while emptying everything he has into me. There’s so much that it flows out of me, and onto both my legs and the floor. It’s everywhere, and it just keeps coming.
    But he doesn’t. He doesn’t move, and I’m not even sure he’s still breathing. Which makes me smile. I smile not only because I’ve whipped and beaten the mountain, but because I’m alive, and because this suddenly matters to me.
    He matters.
    What’s more, that first time didn’t happen anymore. It’s been negated a million times over.
    And so has Julian.

chapter four
     
    Mark
     
    I AWAKE, AND—with my one good eye—I see the sun