AN: Okay, so I was getting ready to respond to all the reviews and then I thought, "Well, what the heck? The chapter's ready, why not just post it?" LOL. So that's what I'm doing instead.

I did not even realize how much time had passed. I looked at my last update date and freaked a little. I'm job hunting and time is flying by. I'm so sorry.

Big, big thanx to Melee03 and 6dlb5 for pre-reading for me. I heart you ladies so much.

Previous sexual content warning applies. Our sexin duo isn't finished yet. LOL. Let's find out a little bit more about Bella's world, shall we?

~xoxoxoxo~

Chapter 4:

"Let him try to separate us, Bella," I murmured into her hair. "I promise you, I'm not going anywhere."

I led Bella over to one of the sofas and laid her down gently before crawling up next to her, pinning her in between me and the back of the sofa. She snuggled into the crook of my neck and I wrapped myself around her. I could feel her hot breath against my neck.

"Where exactly are we?" I asked, looking around as much as my position would allow.

"It's an entertainment room," Bella sighed, her voice muffled.

"What kind of entertainment?"

"Hmmmm."

I leaned back and looked into her face. Her nose was wrinkled and her bottom lip was being worked by her teeth.

"What?" I asked as I used my thumb to rescue her lip. She looked slightly embarrassed which immediately put me on guard. "Tell me."

"Can you see the curtains at the back of the room?"

I lifted my head, peering over the back of the sofa and saw a fabric wall.

"Yeah."

"There's a platform behind them," she started to explain, but then she stopped.

"Okay. Like a stage?"

She shook her head. "No. Not really."

I lifted my eyebrows in a silent urge for her to continue.

"It's covered in linens, blankets, and pillows."

She looked into my eyes almost pleadingly.

"Bella?"

"It's a bed, Edward. A really big bed."

I furrowed my brow and then suddenly I understood.

Oh Shit!

"Orgies? You have fucking orgies down here?" I wasn't sure whether to be turned on or not. The idea of an orgy in and of itself was fucking hot. The idea of my doll being involved in them was. . . not; especially without me.

But she did have a life before me. Everyone had made it pretty fucking clear that Bella had had her share of lovers. How many? I didn't know. I didn't think I wanted to know. She was eighteen for God's sakes. Could there really have been that many? Did she even know how many? I knew exactly what my count was and I had seven years on her, but I had spent five years with and completely faithful to one woman. After I was ordered to. . . after she died, I had needed a distraction. I had needed a lot of distractions.

Bella wasn't just a distraction. I didn't know what I felt for her or why. All I knew was that this woman in my arms had succeeded where so many others had failed. She had actually made me care about something other than survival. I cared about her.

I remembered Laurent specifically saying that she hadn't taken a lover in four months. At that rate she couldn't have had more than five a year give or take. If she had been at it for a few years, not more than fifteen, or twenty. Fuck! Were all those fuckers still around? My conquests were spread out all over the world. There was no way that I would ever see any of them again, but Bella's, if they were still here. . .

"Goddammit," I growled to myself. But since Bella was only inches away from me, she couldn't help but hear.

"You don't understand," she whispered softly. "I have to."

"You have to?" I snapped. "You have to what, Bella?"

"They're not really orgies. We don't switch up partners. It's just that, I provide what we need to survive. The world out there is dying. Within a decade, they will all but be extinct. If we don't breed, we will be too."

"I, I just don't get it."

"How many children are being born right now? Out there?"

I shook my head. "I don't know."

"None, Edward. People aren't able to reproduce. The toxins are killing them, both inside and out. If they can get pregnant at all, they can't keep them. Their bodies are rejecting them."

I tried to dismiss the idea. I had seen kids. . . hadn't I? There had to be kids somewhere. Yes, I'd definitely seen kids, but babies? I focused hard, but the realization hit me hard. I hadn't seen a child under the age of ten in years. Anywhere.

I stared at her for a second before she continued. "It's happened to us too. Most of our community was born outside of here. Even those who've lived here for a decade are having trouble."

"Okay," I shrugged. "So what does that have to do with you?"

"When I. . .release," she said looking at me sheepishly. "They all feel it. The closer they are in proximity, the stronger it is. I don't know how it works exactly, but it appears to help their fertility."

"When you release? As in orgasm?"

"Not necessarily. I can release it at any time, regardless. The more turned on I am, the stronger it is. When I orgasm, it peaks. The more they get, the greater their chances of conceiving."

My head was spinning. I had no idea what to say. It was all really fucking confusing.

"And the orgies?"

"When I release in room full of people. . . .who are having sex, the number of pregnancies increases dramatically."

I stared at her, my mouth completely agape. "Where are the babies?"

She smiled. "This place is bigger than you think Edward. We are built halfway into the mountain. There are separate living quarters for families."

"How many are there?"

"I think that right now we have about five hundred or so under the age of eighteen. Most of them were born here. We've lost over four-thousand."

I choked. "Four-thousand?"

She nodded sadly. "Four-thousand miscarriages and still-births. An additional two hundred died within the first week. If they can survive past that, they're recorded."

I was fucking blown away. Had this been happening around me and I just failed to notice?

Oh yeah, I was too busy killing people to realize that they were already dying. I suddenly felt very sick. No wonder Charlie had wanted to kill me. He knew what my job was. It didn't matter that ninety-nine percent of the people I took out were parasites. I was contributing to the extinction of the human race.

"You keep track of all of this?" I asked trying to distract my mind from thinking about what I had done.

Bella nodded her head. "We have recorders. People whose job it is to keep track of vital statistics. Everyone who enters the hive, whether it be from the outside or through birth is recorded. Everyone who leaves is recorded as well."

I buried my face in her neck breathing in her natural earthy scent. Her hand wove it's way through my hair and I almost felt like purring. My eyes were heavy and I was beginning to feel the exhaustion from the intensity of the day. The information that Bella had given me was confusing. I didn't understand her or her abilities. My thoughts were interrupted by her sweet voice asking a question that made my blood run cold.

"Did you really kill your fiance?" she whispered.

My whole body tensed. I didn't want to talk about it. It was part of my past. I had to do it. It wasn't my fault.

I felt her hand slip from my bicep down to my elbow and back up. I knew that it was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but I was having a hard time being comforted. Until I felt her. It wasn't powerful, but it was there. This was different though. This wasn't lust, this was a soothing calm. There was no other way to explain it.

"Are you doing that?" I asked.

"Yes," she admitted, her hands slipping to my chest and moving slowing, tortuously, over my rib cage and down to my hips.

"Why?"

"You're agitated. I didn't mean to do that to you. I'm sorry. I'm trying to make it better."

"So you release more than just sexual energy?"

She nodded. "I emit several different energies."

"Have you always been able to do it?" I asked.

"Yes . . . and no. I have always been able to emit calm and joy and fear. Lust and sexual pleasure came later."

"How the hell did you figure out that you could induce pregnancies?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Bella sighed. "That is a really long conversation."

I wanted her to tell me. I needed to know everything I could about her, but I suddenly had another, more intense need. She shifted against my leg and smirked up at me when she noticed my growing predicament.

"I'm not doing that," she teased. "I haven't even started."

"Can you control it? Keep what you're feeling from affecting anyone else?"

She flicked at one of her viper bites. "Sometimes. If I'm really concentrating, but it's hard to do. . .in the moment."

"Will you try? For me?"

Bella looked at me hesitantly. "That could be dangerous," she said quietly.

"What do you mean, dangerous?"

"If I get really worked up and hold it in too long, it's kind of like a bullet, I explode. It could get incredibly, uh, painful."

"For who?" I asked.

"You," she admitted. "I have built up a tolerance to it."

I narrowed my eyes at her. She pursed her lips together in frustration. I'm pretty sure she was really fucking tired of explaining this shit to me, but it was all so fucking weird that I couldn't stop myself from asking questions.

"What's the longest orgasm that you've ever had?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess maybe thirty seconds. The other night, the first time, was probably the longest, how long was that?"

"Two minutes," she stated as if she had a fucking stop watch. "If I hold back, I can orgasm for up to ten minutes straight."

"And me?" I was intrigued by the possibilities.

"I've provided a six minute orgasm before."

"That doesn't sound so bad," I grinned.

"The average male orgasm lasts between five and thirty seconds Edward. I almost killed him. He was in so much pain he physically couldn't fuck for two weeks and wouldn't for an additional three."

I shook my head and grimaced a little for two reasons. First, the idea of an orgasm strong and painful enough to put me out of commission for two weeks or more, made my balls retract back up into my body. Second, I didn't want to hear about my doll with other men. If I had it my way, she'd never be with anyone else again. Ever.

"So you never really know if it's actually you that's turning someone on or if it's your energy?" I asked lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles.

She shook her head.

"Not really, but it doesn't take much to turn a man on anyway," she smirked at me. "Now women are a whole different story."

My head whipped around to look at her so fast that I was pretty sure that my neck was close to snapping.

My eyes were wide as she grinned at me.

"You've been with women too?" I whimpered.

She started laughing, I'm presuming because of my reaction. "Depends on what you mean by 'with women'," she teased. "I don't really swing that way, baby. Sorry."

"So what the fuck did you mean?"

She pulled her hand away so that she could rest it on my hip, toying with the waistband of my jeans.

"I have been known to be a recipient of skills from a woman who knows her way around pussy, but I don't reciprocate. She merely enjoys the after effects."

"Jesus Christ," I groaned as I felt myself grow from just incredibly hard to unbearably hard in a fraction of a second.

My doll rolled her hips against me and gripped me tightly.

I shifted her so that she was underneath me. She was so fucking tiny. I leaned back on my heels and began unlacing her boots. As soon as I could, I pulled them off, along with her socks, leaving her legs bare. I yanked my own shoes and socks off quickly tossing them to the floor. I wrapped my hands around her ankles and then began slowly moving my hands upwards. She grinned at me and giggled as I tickled the backs of her knees, but abruptly stopped when I moved up her thighs. She was still bare underneath her skirt since I had destroyed her panties during the rock wall fuck. Sliding my hands up her backside under her skirt, I massaged her cheeks for a second before trailing them over her hip bones and insides of her thighs. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, but I refused to touch her where she wanted me to. Not yet. I bent down over her, using my teeth to lift the hem of her tank top up to her ribcage and then sliding my hands up to help me remove it entirely.

Bella lifted her hands above her head to that her shirt slipped off easily. She had that black lacy bra on and I wanted to rip it off just so that it matched her panties. She must have read my mind because she pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Don't even think about it," she growled. "I don't have an unlimited supply."

I hadn't really thought about that much. I would have to remember to ask about supplies, but at that moment, I was too preoccupied with getting her naked.

I pulled off my own shirt as Bella worked the buttons of my jeans. I yanked her skirt down her legs and threw it down to join our shoes. My jeans and boxers followed shortly. We writhed against one another, moaning, mewling and gasping. Licking, sucking and nipping. It was unlike the other times. There was no frantic need, no overwhelming push to take her.

It was then that I realized that I wasn't being enhanced.

I pulled myself away, sat back on my heels and stared at her. "What are you doing?" I asked with narrowed eyes.

"I'm testing my control," she said as she pulled her lip into her mouth with her teeth. Once again I used my thumb to pull it out and immediately covered her mouth with my own. Her lips were so incredibly soft and warm. Her tongue was like silk against mine. I wanted more. I grabbed her head just behind her ears and crushed her to me. She moaned loudly and I was suddenly hit by a title wave of lust so forceful it nearly knocked me backwards.

"Fuck!" I bellowed as I came all over her stomach. I hadn't even gotten inside her yet.

"I'm sorry," Bella cried out, as I pulsed. "I lost my concentration."

I was trying to regain my bearings. My eyes were squeezed tightly together. She was still radiating and I was still fucking hard. I plowed into her, not even caring that my cum was all over the place. She arched her back and screamed so loud my ears were ringing, but I couldn't stop.

"Uh, oh Jesus, Edward."

I grunted and continued to work her body. Her hands were wild, grabbing and scratching at my shoulders, my back, and my ass. When she went to wrap her leg around me, I grabbed it and pushed it up against her chest, lifting myself up a little so that I could get a better angle. I opened my eyes and knew that I wasn't going to last. The depth at which she was staring at me reached way down into my soul. Her mouth was slightly open and her bottom lip was quivering. Her hips were meeting mine with every thrust. We were like a well-oiled machine, perfectly in tune with each other. Her breasts bounced with my movements. I needed to touch her. I guided her hand to her leg.

"Hold it," I demanded.

She obliged and even pulled her other leg up so that she was spread open even wider for me.

"So fucking beautiful," I murmured as I watched myself sliding in and out of her. I braced against the sofa with one hand and let the other cup the underside of her breast. I flicked at her nipple and watched it harden and pucker. I licked my lips, wanting to taste her, but the pressure in my lower abdomen was wound tightly and I knew I only had a few more seconds.

"Come with me, doll," I begged. "Please!"

My voice was low and gravelly and I was about to lose it when she let go of her legs and grabbed my face, bringing it within centimeters of her own. I inhaled loudly and felt her pussy clamp down on me. She was panting, her chest heaving up and down violently and she was biting down on her lip so hard that I saw blood trickle out from underneath her teeth. But her eyes never left mine.

I wanted to yell, scream, cry out, anything, but her eyes held me and I couldn't. My dick pulsed, over and over spilling my seed inside of her until I finally collapsed.

"Motherfucker," I breathed into her neck.

I shifted my weight slightly so that I wasn't crushing her, but refused to let her move.

"You're going to kill me, doll," I groaned. "As good as you feel, you're going to have to give me a break. I can't keep up with you."

Admitting that made me feel like a pussy, but honestly, I was pretty sure there wasn't a man on the planet that could keep up with her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I've been holding back for so long. Before the day I met you, I hadn't released myself in over four months. I don't seem to have as much control. And for some reason you. . ."

She stopped talking.

"I?"

"There's something about you that's different. I can't explain it. I just feel it."

I had no response for her. She already knew that I felt it too.

Bella shifted underneath me as though she were uncomfortable. I allowed our chests to separate briefly, but that was enough.

"Ewwch."

My cum was sticky between us from my first uncontrolled orgasm and our skin was clinging together.

"That's fucking gross."

Bella laughed. "There's a wash room over there." She pointed towards one corner of the room.

I lifted my head. "How the fuck is there a bathroom this deep into the mountain?"

"You'd be surprised. There's a whole free-flowing underground water source. We have a plumbing system that runs throughout. We try to limit showers to twice a week and encourage people to shower together," she said with a wink. "But we also have a filtration system."

I shook my head and pulled her closer to me. I had yet to withdraw myself from her body and I didn't really want to, but I was finally going soft and I really needed to clean up. I pulled out and watched as jizz leaked out and trailed down her thigh. I froze.

"Shit."

"What?" Bella asked pulling herself into a sitting position and looking down.

"Fuck, Bella."

"What?" she asked again, a little more urgently.

I waved my hand over her. "I've been cumming inside of you for two days."

"Yeah," she shrugged, raising her eyebrows a little in question.

"I've been cumming inside you."

Understanding washed over her features. She closed her eyes and her tongue snaked out to flick at her metal nervously.

"Yes, Edward, you have."

Shit. She fully knew what she was doing, what we were doing.

"Are. . .are you trying to get pregnant?" I rasped out. The thought of reproducing freaked me the fuck out. Was she just using me for my stud services? She said there had been thousands of miscarriages and still-births. How many of those had been hers? Did I mean anything to her or did I merely serve one purpose?

She obviously sensed my panic. Her hand reached up and stroked my jaw.

"Look at me, baby," she cooed.

Her fingers curled around my chin as she directed my gaze to hers. "I'm not trying to get pregnant."

I didn't know if I could trust her, believe her. Why else would she fuck me like she had without protection? I was trembling a little and I started shaking my head.

"Edward. Edward, baby."

I couldn't do it. Would she leave when she had gotten what she wanted? I felt vulnerable. Painfully vulnerable. Like a man brought back to life only to be stabbed to death.

"Edward!" she shouted.

My eyes snapped back to her.

"I can't."

I shook my head, not understanding.

"I can't get pregnant."

I furrowed my brow. "What do you mean you can't get pregnant?"

She blinked slowly. When she re-opened her eyes, a tear escaped and slipped down her cheek.

"I mean, I can't get pregnant. I'm sterile."

~xoxoxoxo~

AN: Just so you know, we are about to move a little bit away from the smut for a bit. Edward's exhausted. LOL.

Again, thank you all for sticking with me. I know this is different and weird and crazy. I am testing my limits and appreciate that you are trusting me and letting me take you into this AU.