This vampire was a stranger to me, and not one of our line, but Jean-Claude's certainty filled me, as if it were my own. How? Claudia asked. It engulfed me, and I clawed at him, and screamed, and bucked against the weight and strength of him so that the orgasm became another kind of struggle, another kind of fight. He waited for me to be horrified, but I wasn't.
With me? I started to nod, then stopped, and said the real truth. I pointed with one hand at her neck, her breast, her arms. And she would be. Spock on me.
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