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pants.  She had him free and in her
hand before he could do more than groan his pleasure. 
    He lost all finesse at that point, pulling her pants down
and cursing because he had to stop and remove her boots and stockings first. 
But then she was naked before him and he could wait no longer.  She led him in,
positioning him with a grasp that was just shy of painful.  He thrust in to the
hilt, his size making it a tight, almost painful fit, but she didn’t care; nor
did she care when she felt the pain of her maidenhead being breached, but he
did. 
    He froze, having a hard time believing she was untouched. 
She growled. Her hands went to his backside, pulling his pants the rest of the
way down and digging her nails into the firm muscles of his buttocks.  Now was
not the time to stop.  He moved.  In and out, pound after hard pound. Somewhere
along the way finesse went out the window, if they had ever had it.  She
screamed, her climax ripping through her, and as her inner contractions milked
him, he fought to make it last.  She found his neck with her teeth and bit
down, then he was over the edge with her.
    When Nori finally became aware of her surroundings and what
she had done, she only wanted to curl up into a ball and forget it had ever
happened.  There had been many times in her life where she had hated her past,
and her blood, but the mating made it ten times worse, and all she wanted to do
was weep from humiliation.  But Menelaus had other ideas.  He got up and pulled
his clothes all the way off, and lay back down fully naked along her back. Leaning
up on an elbow, he kissed the back of her bare shoulder and rubbed his hand
down the soft skin of her arm, and then a bare hip.  His touch was clearly
proprietary and very satisfied.
    “Don’t,” she said,  wishing the tears were not so obvious in
her voice.  “Don’t touch me.”
    He pulled her over until she was on her back beneath him,  one
of his thighs over her to hold her in place.  He was hard again, she could feel
him against her thigh and she shuddered.  She wished it was revulsion but was
honest enough with herself to know it wasn’t.
    “It’s too late for that.”  He kissed both of her eyes, his
lips following the tear trails down, then his lips were on hers in a soft
brush.  She hated, hated how good that felt.  He looked into her eyes,
searching for answers.  She looked away not wanting to give them.
    “How is it that you were still pure?”  He smiled, “How shall
I put this delicately?  You do not act like a virgin.”
    “I was, now I’m not.  Can we just drop it?”  She started to
rise, but he pushed her back down, covering her completely with his body and
shuddering himself at how good it felt. 
    She tried to buck him off and only ended up with him more
snuggly fitted between her legs and her hands trapped above her head by his.
    “You’ve had your fun, now let me up.”  Her voice had a bite
to it which he took exception to.   
    “I have not even begun to have ‘my fun’ as you call it, and
it’s a little late to pretend you don’t want me.”  He sounded so smug and she
was feeling so defenseless before him, she didn’t think past wiping that smirk
off his arrogant face.
    “You think my reaction had anything to do with you
personally?”  She laughed bitterly, and he frowned.  “My people have a
biological imperative, you just happened to be the male there when it hit.  It
could have been any man who touched me.”  It was all a lie, other than the
biological imperative part, but telling this man that she was now mated to him
for life would not have wiped the smile off his face, on the other hand he may
not have become quite so furious either.
    He let go of her hands, his going to her knees to spread
them wide, and then he rammed himself inside of her.  She screamed, and had no
idea herself if it was the pain or the pleasure that caused it.  He grabbed her
hair in tight fists as he battered her