Chapter 28
"Esme! Move your ass!" she heard Harry call out from the living room.
"Alright … Hold your horses!" she called back as she stood in front of the mirror. She went over her hair one last time to make sure it was perfect. She only wore enough makeup to accent her already devastating beauty. Her eyes lowered, and she studied her body in the reflection.
Esme Cullen was wearing the most scandalously small bikini she had ever worn. There was no way she would ever wear something that small out in public. However, she wasn't out in public. She was with the future father of her child, and they were getting ready for a dip in the hot tub. It was strange how nervous she was. Certainly, part of it was that she had been spending so much time with a man who wasn't her husband. Even though Carlisle had given his full blessing, she couldn't help but feel like she was betraying him. That particular emotion, she would just have to deal with. Her desire for a child was stronger than any emotion she was currently experiencing.
The other reason for her nervousness had to do with Harry himself. Any time they were alone together, he would slow down time to give them a chance to get to know each other better. It had worked. Over the last few days, they had spent an equivalent of several weeks together. Over that time, Esme had begun to feel something more than friendship for him. It didn't compare to how she felt for Carlisle, but she couldn't deny that she had a very large crush on him that was growing by the day. She noticed that she was looking at Harry the same way Rosalie would whenever he walked into the room. It was easy to see that a part of Rosalie was deeply in love with him, and Esme feared she would soon feel the same way. She only hoped she was like Rosalie, and there was enough room in her heart for two men.
Her burgeoning feelings for Harry were only part of the reason why she was so nervous to step through the door. Esme had chosen this particular bikini during their last trip. Harry had taken her on a day trip to Milan, and while shopping, she had secretly purchased this tiny bikini to wear for him. She didn't know why she had decided to do that. She had a dozen or so bikinis at the beach house. Wearing such a small swimsuit was far from normal for her. She had never even worn one for her husband. Still, she did it anyway. Now, Esme was nervous because she wanted him to like it. She wanted him to see her body and desire it. Deep down, she knew she was very beautiful and desirable, but she couldn't stop the doubts from creeping into her mind. She did the only thing she could do. Esme gathered her courage and stepped out of her room.
Immortals
Harry smiled at Esme as she exited her room. He immediately noticed she was acting a bit bashful, and it was easy to see why. Her bathing suit was little more than a few tiny triangles held together by thin strings. Her large, pale breasts were spilling out on every side, and the small triangle covering her crotch wasn't doing a very good job. The upper part of her smooth mound was sticking out of the top, and her hips were almost entirely bare. The only thing covering her hips was the two knotted strings holding her bottoms together. Esme's stomach was very sexy. She was slim with just the slightest bit of meat on her bones. It was the same with every other part of her body. He could tell that her nipples were hard underneath the thin fabric of her bikini top. Two little bumps indicated exactly where the tips of her nipples were located. Much to her credit, she didn't cover up when he so blatantly checked her out. His eyes traveled from her gorgeous face down to her cute little feet. She allowed him to study every inch of her smooth, sexy body.
"You're certainly a sight for sore eyes," he said, glancing at her generous cleavage one last time before meeting her eyes.
"Do you like it?" she asked, sounding unsure of herself. "I know this is something a much younger woman would wear, but I …" she began to ramble, but Harry put a stop to that.
"You look incredible, Esme. You put those much younger women to shame," he spoke truthfully. Esme graced him with a shy but pleased smile. Harry took her hand and led her outside through a side door. They walked along the short path until they reached the hot tub. Harry had magically added it at her request. The night was warm, and the stars were bright. Harry kept hold of her as she walked up the stone steps. As she passed him and climbed the steps, Harry came face to face with her ass. The back of her bikini bottom was a string hidden between her perfect cheeks. Her shapely cheeks bounced up and down with every step. Esme stepped into the tub, and he let go of her hand. With barely a thought, Harry appeared next to her. He sat down, and Esme joined his side, sitting so close that their legs and shoulders touched. Harry slipped his arm around her shoulders. Esme was of average height for an adult woman, but she appeared tiny next to Harry's large frame. As such, the tips of his fingers grazed the top of her breast as his arm hung down her front. Esme didn't shy away from the touch. Instead, she snuggled deeper into his side and rested the back of her head on his shoulder. She stared up at the night sky.
"It's a beautiful night," she sighed as her eyes reflected the starlight. Harry could feel her rubbing the side of her leg against his. Lately, she had been sending him quite a few signals, and that bikini was the biggest of them all. Harry decided not to waste any time beating around the bush. He slowly leaned in, giving her time to stop him if that's what she wanted. Esme didn't stop him, and his lips touched hers. She didn't move at first. Her body seemed to have frozen in place. After a second or so, her lips began to move.
Harry angled his body so he could face her. His arm was still around her shoulder, and he rested his other hand on her thigh. Esme froze again for a split second before she started kissing him again. Her kisses were soft and slow at first, but before long, her lips parted, and her tongue joined the fray. He discovered that Esme was a very good kisser. Her kisses remained soft and slow, but they were full of passion. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh but stopped short of touching her covered pussy. He gently caressed the skin just beyond the safety of her bikini bottom. As he did, her kiss deepened. His fingers trailed down her inner thigh until he reached her knee. He moved them behind her knee and tickled her soft skin. Esme broke the kiss and moaned.
"Harry!" she gasped and squirmed under his touch. "Maybe we should slow down," she suggested while collapsing forward so her face was pressed against his cheek. She was breathing heavily, and her breath cooled his skin.
"We can if you want," Harry told her, sliding his hand down the outside of her thigh. His fingers reached her bare bottom and grazed the crack of her ass.
"That's the problem," she shuddered. "I don't want to. I want to take it even further," Esme admitted. "But I'm married." Harry turned his head, and Esme closed her eyes, expecting another kiss. Instead, he softly kissed her chin, making her squirm against his body. Her large, round tits rubbed against his chest, making his cock throb with need.
"I thought Carlisle gave you permission," Harry said, laying kisses along her jaw while his fingers danced along the crack of her ass.
"He did, but …"
"You're scared about taking the next step?" he asked. He felt Esme nod against his cheek. He kissed her lips softly and then kissed the tip of her nose.
"That's perfectly understandable," Harry told her as he moved his hand from her ass. He let it rest on her wide, fleshy hip. "We don't need to rush into anything," he assured her. Esme straightened up and appeared relieved and disappointed. She then sighed.
"I know I'm being silly," she admitted, shaking her head sadly.
"You're not," Harry smiled and rubbed her arm. Esme smiled kindly at him and then looked up at the sky for a couple of seconds. A thousand thoughts must have gone through her mind during that time, because when she looked at him again, her face was a little more relaxed and edged with excitement.
"Can we meet in the middle?" she suddenly asked. Harry raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was talking about.
"The middle?" he asked for clarification. Esme answered him by throwing a leg over his waist and straddling his lap. She then reached behind her back and pulled the string holding her top up. The tightly stretched material holding her tits in place suddenly became slack. She pulled the string at the back of her neck and pulled her top completely off. Esme bared her breasts to him, and Harry greedily watched. Her breasts were perfect. They were round, incredibly perky, and capped with hard, light pink nipples. Esme placed her hands on his muscled shoulders.
"Maybe, just for now, we can stay above the waist?" she asked hopefully. Even as she asked, her hips began to roll. When he first met the Cullens, he would have never believed that Esme would be giving him a lap dance in a hot tub, but here he was.
"Sure, Esme," Harry smiled at the stunning creature. Her eyes shone with happiness as her hips rocked back and forth. She pressed down hard against his erection, pinning it against his stomach. Her breasts swayed back and forth with her movements, beckoning his lips to them. He slid his hands up her sides and squeezed her naked tits. The pads of his thumbs flicked over the stiff tips of her nipples, making Esme close her eyes and moan. Her hips started moving faster.
Esme seemed to love having her nipples played with. Every time he pinched or rolled the little beads, she would gasp or mewl cutely. "You can kiss them if you want," she said, giving him full permission to have at them. It was obvious she wanted him to.
Harry took her up on her offer. He leaned in while using his hands to lift her considerable tits to his lips. He kissed all over her hard nipples before taking one into his mouth. Harry sucked hard on it, letting his tongue slip and slide all around the tip. By then, Esme's hips were bucking wildly, sending hot water splashing over the side of the tub. Harry moaned against her nipple and moved to the other. Esme's hands clutched the back of his head while she attempted to stuff the entirety of her breast into his mouth. Harry lightly bit down on her nipple, forgetting about her vampire strength. "Harder!" she cried out, and Harry complied. He bit down hard and pulled with his teeth. Esme squealed and arched her back. Her hips began quivering, and they bucked a few times. He then realized that she had just climaxed. Her head dropped, and she pressed her face against the top of his head. He could feel her breathing raggedly.
She then climbed off of him and stuffed her hand down the front of his shorts. Her hand wrapped around his length, and she began beating him off with such speed that it only took a few seconds for him to cum. Harry grunted and spewed all over her hand. Her movements slowed, letting him ride out the orgasm. When he finished, she took a moment to grope his balls before pulling her hand from his shorts. He looked at her, and she looked slightly embarrassed by her actions.
"I thought you said to stay above the waist?" Harry chuckled. Esme smiled cutely.
"I wanted you to finish as well," she admitted. Harry chuckled again and pulled her onto his lap. Esme leaned back against him and mewled while he played with her wet, naked breasts. Her head turned, and she captured his lips in a passionate kiss. It wasn't long before she turned around and straddled him again for another round of fun.
Chapter 29
"It was a lovely night. Thank you for taking me, Harry," Esme smiled at him as they appeared in the beach house. Harry had taken her on a night out in Rome. Esme had drawn a lot of attention with the short summer dress she chose to wear.
"You're welcome," he smiled back at the gorgeous woman. Esme's smile then turned a bit naughtier. She took his hand and led him to her room. As soon as he entered, she closed the door and locked it, ensuring they wouldn't be bothered by the house's other inhabitant. When she turned to face him, Esme grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head. First, her bare thighs were revealed, then her taut lips and smooth mound. Her dress climbed even further, exposing her sexy stomach before her big breasts spilled out of the bottom. She pulled it over her head and tossed it on a nearby chair. Esme then stepped out of her heels and crawled onto the bed. For a quick moment, her ass was exposed to him. Her cheeks bounced and jiggled as she crawled into the middle of the bed, but his eyes were locked on the two hairless lips pressed so tightly together. The crotch of his trousers suddenly got a little tighter. Esme rolled onto her back and bent one leg so her knee was pointing at the ceiling. With just a thought, Harry's clothes disappeared, and he went after her.
As he crawled above her, her legs opened, and she let him settle between them. Harry lowered himself so his chest pressed against her breasts, and the bottom of his shaft rested against the length of her slit. Esme's arms encircled the back of his neck, and she pulled him in. Over the last few days, he discovered that Esme loved to be kissed. At random times during the day, she would pull him aside for a quick and discreet makeout session. During their nights, she would throw caution to the wind and outright attack his lips. Harry did nothing to stop her.
He sucked and nipped on her lower lip, making her moan. Her body squirmed underneath him, and he could feel how damp she was as she rubbed against him. Harry kissed her harder, and her tongue slipped into his mouth. His fingers climbed up her sides, gently caressing her smooth body. He then gripped her arms and pushed them over her head. He broke the kiss and looked at her. Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were hooded with lust. He couldn't help but smirk at the horny woman. Esme was always so prim and proper, and it amazed him how sexy she could be in bed. He leaned in and kissed her chin, and Esme shuddered and tilted her head back. His lips met the underside of her chin and quickly moved down her neck. A crushing force met his hips as she squeezed him between her thighs. Had he been a normal man, his bones likely would have been crushed into powder.
He loved how good she smelled. Her scent was a mixture of expensive perfume, her fruity shampoo, and the natural scent of her body. Esme mewled cutely as he sucked on her neck. Her hips began to buck, and he could feel her wetness being smeared along his shaft. He ignored that for the moment and kissed his way down her chest. He came face to face with her naked tits and softly kissed her stiff nipple. Esme moaned, and her back instantly arched. The hard tip of her nipple brushed against his lips, and he gave it another soft kiss before placing kisses all around her light pink areola. Her fingers threaded through the hair on the back of his head, keeping his lips in place. Harry took his time and worshipped each of her breasts with his lips. He greedily groped and squeezed them and bounced them in his palms. When he began sucking on the underside of her breast, Esme moaned deeply and began pushing his head downward. His lips followed.
He laid soft kisses down her stomach and over her hips. From there, he could smell how aroused she was. Her belly button was a particularly sensitive area for her. When he wiggled his tongue inside the little hole, Esme gasped and bucked hard. She then let out a whorish moan and tried to push his head lower. "Keep going!" she shuddered as he started kissing below her belly button.
"Are you sure?" he asked as his lips edged closer to her smooth mound. He felt her belly moving against his face. She was sucking in deep breaths of air that she didn't need. Harry slowly caressed the full length of her thighs, feeling every inch of her flawless skin. He then gripped her wide hips, squeezing her flesh. Esme's hips were made for motherhood. That much was obvious. He toyed with her thick flesh while he kissed and sucked on the delicate skin of her lower belly. Before then, they had mostly kept their activities above the waist, but it seemed Esme was tired of waiting.
"I'm sure," she assured him in a breathy voice. Harry followed her command and dipped even lower. The moment his lips touched her perfectly smooth mound, Esme lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. With her bare pussy right in his face, there was no way he could escape the scent of her arousal. It surrounded him and made his cock throb with desperate need. It didn't help matters that Esme was gently running her fingernails over his scalp in a very sensual way.
The skin of her mound was like the finest silk, incredibly soft against his lips. He nuzzled her soft skin with the tip of his nose, causing Esme to whine and squeeze his head between her inner thighs. "No more teasing," she breathlessly stated while rolling her hips and grinding her damp pussy against his chin.
Harry grabbed her behind the knees and pushed her legs up until her knees were under her arms. He looked her in the eyes, and he could see the slight embarrassment she felt from taking a new lover and being maneuvered into such an erotic position. He had her body folded to his liking, and both of her holes were fully exposed and in plain view. Her pussy was perfect. Her skin was perfectly smooth without a single bump or blemish, and her folds were almost fully hidden between her two plump lips. He could see the dampness clinging to her pink inner lips. He ran his thumb over them and smeared her juices onto her clit. Her body jumped slightly from the sudden pleasure. Harry gently ran his finger down her slit, examining her body in greater detail. He could feel Esme trembling under his touch. Using his thumbs, he spread her lips apart, revealing her hole for the first time. Harry lowered his head and tasted her. His tongue traveled over her opening and flicked her clit. Esme squeaked loudly and bucked her hips, nearly hitting him in the face with her groin. He moved it back down and penetrated her with his tongue. He heard her gasp as her lips closed around it. He moved his tongue around, tasting every inch of her that he could reach while he stroked her swollen clit with his thumb.
Esme's eyes fluttered, and she arched her back. Her hands rested on her knees while she placed her feet against Harry's broad shoulders. Esme never knew a tongue could bring so much pleasure. This was especially true when he moved his mouth down and licked her other hole. She was sure that if it were physically possible, her face would be red from embarrassment. During her decades-long marriage with Carlisle, he never tried to lick that particular hole. Esme was absolutely mortified to find out how much she enjoyed it. She loved the sensation of his hot tongue tickling her rim and lapping at her hole. She was even more embarrassed to hear the gasps and moans leaving her mouth as he stuck his tongue inside of her. However, her favorite part was when he licked up her slit and captured her throbbing clit between his lips. She couldn't stop herself from squirming against him while trying to stuff her pussy all the way into his mouth. Esme couldn't believe the way she was acting. Harry was making her feel like a young woman again. When his tongue wiggled over her clit, she cried out as the first orgasm of the day hit her. His licks suddenly sounded a whole lot wetter while she bucked and spasmed her way through the orgasm. She loved how he kept his mouth on her pussy while she came.
Far too soon, he removed her clit from his mouth and kissed his way back up her body. When he reached her lips, he kissed her deeply, and she could taste herself on his tongue. His impressive cock pressed hard against her sensitive slit, and she knew it was time to take the next step. She reached down, took him in her hand, and guided him into place. His fat head touched her opening, and Harry sucked hard on her tongue as he thrust forward.
Esme whimpered into his mouth as she stretched around him. She had never had something so big inside of her before. As a vampire, she was hyper-aware of her body and could feel his exact shape as he rubbed against her inner walls. Once he was fully inside, he wasted no time in getting to work. His hips began bouncing up and down, and he repeatedly drove his massive cock deep into her wet depths. Esme moaned into his mouth as she experienced sensations she had never felt before. No man had ever reached so deep before. The head of his cock mashed into her cervix, sending pleasure racing up her spine.
Harry's hand moved over her breast, and she felt every finger brush over her nipple. Esme adored having her nipples played with, especially by Harry. He kissed her lips softly, and Esme opened her eyes and looked at him. His perfect face was the first thing she saw, and that somehow added to her pleasure. She moaned and arched her back, thrusting her breast harder into his hand. "You feel so good," he complimented her Her pussy was already squeezing his cock with bruising force, and his words made her even more excited. She couldn't help but wrap her legs around his waist, trapping him inside.
Harry was repeatedly hitting her g-spot, making her quiver in pleasure. All sorts of thoughts flooded her mind, and she immediately pictured herself with a big, swollen belly as she carried his child. She whimpered loudly as she thought about it while Harry sucked on her earlobe. Her walls were fluttering and pulsating around him, trying to get him to empty inside of her and make her dreams come true. "Oh, Harry," she cried out sensually as her pussy squelched with wetness. "Faster," she begged. Harry immediately complied with her request.
His hips began bouncing faster and faster until he was nearly driving her through the middle of the bed. Her pussy clamped down and tugged on his cock while she squealed in delight. Hiding her face in the crook of his neck, she let out a high-pitched squeak as she came hard. Her fingernails raked against his back, but thankfully, she was unable to break his godly skin. Harry brushed the hair from her face and kissed her as she felt warmth suddenly fill her belly. She spasmed around him as he filled her with his seed. When he was done, he rolled off of her, and Esme turned on her side and draped herself over him. She began kissing his chest while her hand fondled his cock. It was still rock-hard and slick with her juices. Harry's hand played with her ass and toyed with her hole.
"That felt really good," Esme said through the kisses. Harry chuckled and caressed her hair.
"It certainly did," he agreed. Harry watched Esme kiss down his belly and settle between his legs. She looked at him with a cheeky smile before lowering her head and taking him into her mouth. Harry rested his head against the pillow and sighed contentedly. Life was good.
Chapter 30
Bella tried for a fifth time to read through a paragraph in her book when the thunder once again broke her concentration. Outside, the wind was howling, and the tree by her bedroom window was swaying violently and creaking as the trunk was put under tension. Bella had always gotten nervous during storms, and this one was particularly brutal. The rain was hammering against the roof, and flashes of lightning brightened her room every time it cracked across the blackened sky.
Charlie had to work a double shift that night. "There are always accidents when a storm like this hits. Do me a favor and stay inside. It's not safe out on the roads," he had told her. Bella didn't need to be told twice. She was scared enough in her room with a blanket wrapped around her. Sadly, Edward wouldn't show up for another few hours at least. His thirst had gotten a little too hard to handle, so he was forced to go out hunting. He wanted to stay close to the house, but Emmett and Jasper convinced him to go further north to hunt mountain lions. As an explosive crack of thunder made her squeal and jump, Bella kicked herself for helping them convince Edward to go. She pulled the blanket tighter around her.
For another twenty minutes, she stayed in bed before her stomach began to growl. She hadn't eaten since lunch, and she was getting pretty hungry. "Crap," she muttered and crawled out from her blanket. She exited her room and walked downstairs through the dark house. The storm had brought an unnatural chill, and not wanting to stay down there alone for any longer than necessary, Bella didn't bother turning on the heater. She shivered and rubbed her arms as she entered the kitchen and turned on the light. She went straight for the refrigerator and opened it up.
Bella pulled out some leftover meatloaf and put it on the counter. As she was reaching into the cabinet for a plate, Bella heard something scraping across the counter. She looked over at the counter and found everything as it should be. Thinking she was just hearing things, Bella stood on her tiptoes to reach the upper level of the cabinet when she heard the sound again. Once again, she looked at the dish of meatloaf. Suddenly, a crack of thunder rang in her ears, and the right side of the dish jolted and clanked loudly against the countertop. Bella let out a short, high-pitched scream and stepped back. She was breathing heavily as she stared at the dish. It wasn't moving. 'Did the thunder make it move?' she asked herself. The thunder was very powerful that night.
She kept her eyes on it for several minutes, but it didn't move. Gathering her courage, Bella edged closer to the dish and poked it with her finger. She squeaked in fright and jumped back. Still, it didn't move. Feeling slightly braver, she moved closer to it. As she did, she noticed that the meatloaf didn't smell right. Had it gone bad, she asked herself. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she leaned in to get a better look. Lightning flashed through the nearby window, and the counter vibrated from the thunderous boom that quickly followed. Just as the flash of lightning dimmed, the meat from the middle of the loaf squelched disgustingly and split apart. Looking back at her was a bloodshot eye with a glazed, milky iris. Bella screamed, but before she could stumble backward, spider legs ripped from the side of the loaf, sending chunks of rotting meat flying across the kitchen. It jumped at her, latching onto her face. Bella screamed out a terrified wail as the legs wrapped around her head. She grabbed the meatloaf, desperately trying to rip it from her face as she thrashed from side to side. Bella screamed again when she felt something biting down on the skin of her cheek. With one last desperate effort, Bella wrenched the creature from her face and screamed as the thunder boomed once again.
Bella shot up in bed, and the open book resting on her lap fell to the floor with a clunk. Bella's eyes were wide, and she was breathing heavily. She looked around while her heart beat loudly in her chest and found that she was in her room. Panicked, she rubbed at her face and sighed in relief when she found nothing on her. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and let out a panicked laugh. Another crack of thunder made her whimper as she lay back down and pulled the blanket up to her chin. "Harry!" she squeaked in fright. Much to her relief, Harry appeared at the foot of her bed.
"What's wrong?" he asked her while she lay there trembling.
"Nightmare," she squeaked.
"Was it about the meatloaf again?" Harry asked, chuckling. Bella nodded, and Harry rolled his eyes in response. A couple of days ago, Bella accidentally ate a piece of meatloaf that had gone bad, and every night since then, her sleep had been plagued by nightmares of that stupid meat. The previous night, she dreamed that she had gotten rabies from eating it.
"Bella, Bella," Harry sang, smiling as he shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?" he joked. Thunder rumbled outside, which made Bella's body jerk. She pulled one side of her blanket up, revealing the empty spot next to her.
"Get in," she demanded. "Quick!"
Harry continued to chuckle as his clothes disappeared. Bella quickly became distracted by his naked body. She eyed him up and down as he walked to the side of the bed. As soon as he got into bed with her, Bella covered him with the blanket and rolled onto her side, draping herself over him. With just a thought, Bella's clothes disappeared, leaving her equally naked. Harry could feel her still trembling against him, so he lovingly rubbed her back. Bella gasped as he lightly ran his fingernails down her spine. She pressed tighter against him while he cupped her ass with his free hand. Bella blushed when his fingers began rubbing her slit.
"Stay with me?" she asked. Harry smiled at her, and he was so handsome that Bella nearly came on his fingers.
"Of course. You don't even have to ask," he told her. Bella's cheeks felt very hot from the sudden rush of emotions. She then realized how important he truly was to her. She hadn't called for Edward in her time of need. She immediately called out for Harry without thinking twice. She was blushing madly at the realization, but that didn't stop her from throwing her leg over his waist and lying directly on top of him. Bella leaned in and kissed him deeply as his cock rested against the length of her slit.
Bella deepened the kiss further and squirmed up his body until she could feel the tip of his cock touching her lips. Without thinking, she drove her body down and engulfed him with her pussy. Bella squeaked in pain from suddenly being stretched, and then whimpered as her pussy constricted around him. She broke the kiss and rested the side of her head on his chest as she waited out the initial pain. Like the gentleman he was, Harry rubbed her back to try to distract her from the discomfort. His fingertips grazed her sides and sent tingling sensations down her spine. All it took was that small touch to make her insides flutter around him. After a few minutes, the pain dulled into a slight throb, and Bella rested her hands on his broad shoulders.
"I'm ready," she shakily told him. Harry obviously knew what she wanted. She made that very clear by impaling herself on his perfect cock. Harry's hands cupped her cheeks, and he began kneading her soft flesh while slowly moving his hips up and down. Bella whimpered into his chest as she experienced full penetration for the first time. Every time he slid in, her walls stretched around him, scraping every inch of his shaft and coating it with her wetness. Harry was very slow and gentle as he took her. Bella, unfamiliar with this particular activity, squeaked and squirmed against him when he bumped her g-spot for the first time. After a few minutes of slowly making love, the discomfort had disappeared and was replaced by the greatest pleasure she had ever felt. When he hit her g-spot again, Bella moaned deeply and nuzzled his neck with her lips.
"Oh!" she gasped. "That feels really good," she said through a shudder.
"You feel really good, too," Harry responded as he pulled back and then thrust into her, making her wet pussy squelch as it was stuffed full. "You're so tight," he complimented her body.
Bella blushed hard and was glad her face was hidden against his neck. She didn't want him to see how embarrassed she was by his words. Still, she was very pleased that he liked her body so much. She was especially pleased when he thrust into her again and moaned from her tightness.
"You can go faster … If you want," she said in a hushed voice while trying to keep from moaning too loudly. Harry responded by picking up the speed. His hands spread her cheeks open as he pushed harder and faster into her. Bella could hear their flesh clapping and lightly bit down on his shoulder when the pleasure intensified.
Bella never knew that sex could be so good. Every time the head of his cock hit the deepest part of her, it was like an explosion of pleasure that had her squeaking like an idiot. Her thin frame was being jerked back and forth, causing her hard nipples to rub against his chiseled chest. Even though Harry was very big and she was very tight, his cock still glided against her walls with ease due to her abundant wetness. Even her blanket couldn't hold back the smell of her wet pussy. Bella could smell her arousal as it escaped the confines of the blanket and filled the room with her womanly scent. For some odd reason, this turned her on even more.
Harry's arms snaked around her slim waist, holding her in place as the tempo increased. Bella could feel her cheeks rippling as he took her hard and fast. The overload of lust clouded her brain, making her feel lightheaded. Her lips found his neck, and she began laying kisses all over it while her pussy fluttered and clutched his thrusting cock. Thankfully, she was mentally too far gone to notice all the embarrassing noises her pussy was making as Harry pistoned in and out of her. He suddenly flipped her onto her back and kissed her passionately while angling his thrusts to hit all her best spots. Bella started squirming uncontrollably, and her face felt flushed. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and suddenly, her back arched as the best orgasm she had ever experienced washed over her. Bella squealed into his mouth while her pussy clamped down on his thrusting rod. Her vision blurred, and she broke the kiss and cried out.
Her entire body tingled as she bucked and thrashed under him. Harry's lips found her neck, and Bella's eyes rolled into the back of her head. She suddenly felt him release inside of her and was pleasantly shocked by how good it felt. She mewled and wiggled her hips while he filled her. Once he was done, Harry rolled over and took her along for the ride. Bella found herself back on top of him while he was fully buried inside of her. She could feel her walls continuing to flutter around him while he caressed her smooth body.
"Mmm," Bella hummed in pleasure while resting her head on his chest. She yawned loudly while listening to his beating heart.
"That was … wow," Bella said and then moaned when he moved, causing his cock to accidentally hit her g-spot again.
"I thought you were going to wait," Harry said, sounding amused. It was then that Bella realized what she had done.
"I was! Oh, no!" she gasped. What would Edward say?
"What am I going to tell Edward?" she said, starting to panic again.
"It depends. Did you want to wait, or was it Edward's idea?" Harry asked.
"Edward's," Bella truthfully answered.
"I thought so," Harry snickered. Bella playfully smacked his chest.
"This is serious!" she chastised him. "He's going to be so mad."
"Then don't tell him," Harry shrugged. Bella looked up at him in confusion.
"It's his fault for waiting. If you want, I can use my powers before your wedding, and he'll never know," Harry smirked. Bella thought about it for a second. Harry was right. It was Edward's fault. Bella had wanted to take their relationship to the next level, but Edward was stuck in his old-timey ways. Was it her fault that Harry was always there to provide her with anything she wanted or needed? No, of course not. Besides, Harry was there when the Cullens left her high and dry after that cursed birthday party she never even asked for. After thinking about it, maybe Harry deserved to be her first. What harm would it do if she kept this little secret to herself?
"It's probably better if we keep it a secret," she admitted. Harry chuckled and patted her bare bottom.
"Whatever you want, Bella," he amusedly said. By then, Bella began lightly bouncing her hips and slowly fucking herself on his cock. She had already gone this far. Why not go a little further? Harry moaned as her hips began to move faster, and he ran his hands up and down her curves. 'It's probably a good idea to get some practice in before the big day,' she told herself. 'I don't want to disappoint my future husband,' she added before sitting up and straddling him. Her hips bucked wildly as she furiously rode his cock to another blissful climax.
Chapter 31
"Again!" Bella gasped as she lay on her back, her legs spread wide and her pussy glistening with wetness. Her forehead and chest were shiny with perspiration, and her breasts were dramatically rising and falling with every heaving breath. Her perfect, little pink nipples were stiff and crinkled with arousal, and her face was flushed pink from exertion.
"Again?" Harry asked with amusement. "You just came a second ago. Don't you want time to rest?" he asked, sliding his hand down her lower belly and over her smooth mound. His fingers grazed her swollen clit on their way down her wet pussy lips. Bella moaned and arched her back, loving the way he touched her.
"No …" she exclaimed while breathing heavily. "I want to go again," she assured him. Since their first time making love, there was hardly a moment when Bella didn't want to be in his bed with her legs wrapped around his waist or neck. This was a bit of a problem for her since Edward wanted to spend every minute of every day in her presence. Luckily for her, Harry possessed godly powers and could easily create time bubbles where time passed much slower. They had been in Harry's room for several hours, while in the outside world, only a few seconds had passed. Poor Edward had no idea what was going on. When they were done, Harry would drop Bella off in her bathroom, where she was supposedly washing her hands.
"If that's what you want," Harry chuckled and flipped her over. Bella landed flat on her stomach, but Harry fixed that by grabbing her hips and lifting her ass into the air. Bella's knees spread wide on their own, displaying her tight asshole and sopping wet pussy. Harry watched a fat drop of her juices roll down her slit and drip off her hard clit. Her ass began slightly wiggling from side to side, and Harry was sure she wasn't doing it on purpose. Unconsciously, her body was trying to entice him to hurry up and fill her needy hole. Though she had a thin body, her ass was surprisingly plump and jiggly. Her wet, pink pussy certainly looked enticing, but Harry had eyes for a different hole. He pressed the pad of his thumb against her hole and began dragging it around the slightly darkened rim. Bella's body shuddered, and she looked over her shoulder with desperate, lustful eyes. In his free hand, a bottle of lube appeared, and when Bella saw it, her face burned with a massive blush. Still, she didn't pull away or move her ass. Instead, she lowered her head and rested it against the bed. Her back arched, thrusting her ass higher into the air. She was offering it to him, and Harry certainly wasn't going to pass it up.
"Spread your cheeks," he instructed. Bella reached back with shaky hands and gripped both cheeks. Slowly, she forced them open, leaving no part of her beautiful body hidden from his eyes. Harry poured some lube down the crack of her ass. The viscous liquid slowly rolled down her asshole and onto her pussy. Before too much of it could slide off, Harry smeared it into her skin, leaving it slick and shiny. He then coated his index finger and pressed the tip against her hole. Bella whimpered into the bed as he slowly eased it in. The inside of her ass was burning hot and insanely tight. He made sure to be gentle so he didn't accidentally cause her any unnecessary discomfort. When half of his finger was in, he slowly pulled back until it reached the first knuckle. He then did it again, going slightly deeper with every thrust of his hand. It wasn't long before his entire finger was up her ass, making her body tremble. Harry lovingly rubbed the small of her back while Bella clutched at the sheets.
"Your ass is squeezing my finger," Harry good-naturedly teased her while he increased the tempo.
"S-Shut up," Bella whined, embarrassed by his teasing. "Don't say things like that." Harry couldn't help but chuckle. He pulled his finger out and re-lubed before sliding it back in. Immediately, her ass clutched at his finger, squeezing it tightly.
"Even if it's true?" he asked teasingly and thrust his finger all the way forward. Bella couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her full, pink lips.
"You still shouldn't say it," she chastised him through the moans of pleasure. "It's perverted," Bella declared while her pussy dripped juices.
"More perverted than getting your sexy, little asshole fingered?" he teased again. A fat drop of arousal dripped from her clit again. Bella had no answer for that. Instead, she squealed as another small orgasm washed over her. Her pussy began contracting, trying to milk a cock that wasn't there. The smell of her pussy was overwhelming his bedroom. That wasn't surprising considering the bed had several large wet spots where her pussy had dripped, and the fact that the insides of her smooth, creamy thighs were covered in pussy juice. As her body quivered through her latest orgasm, Harry pulled his finger from her ass and squirted lube all over his cock. He smeared it into his skin until the entire shaft had been coated with a thick layer. Harry settled behind her and moved her ass into position. He pressed the tip of his head against her puckering hole and began to push.
Bella grunted as the head slowly opened her hole. He took it slowly, sinking millimeter after millimeter so she wouldn't get hurt. Just to make sure, Harry touched her back and pumped some of his power into her. That would numb any of the discomfort she might feel. With that done, Harry pushed a little harder, and the entire head popped in. Bella's breathing was ragged, and she turned her head to look at him. Thin wisps of hair were matted to her sweaty forehead, and her cheeks were bright pink. In his opinion, she had never looked sexier. She spread her knees wider to put herself in a more forgiving position. Harry's hands gripped her slender waist, and he slowly sank in.
Bella pressed her sweaty face into the bed and cried out as she felt Harry's monster cock stretch her ass. The sensation was very strange, but she couldn't deny that it felt good. She could feel every bump and vein on his cock as it rubbed tightly against her inner walls. It felt like an eternity before his hips finally pressed against her ass. Bella was grateful he didn't just start fucking her. He stayed inside of her, giving her time to acclimate to his impressive size. Bella's mouth was open, sucking in deep breaths of much-needed oxygen as her ass clenched the huge slab of meat buried deep inside of her. "Are you too hot?" he asked, which made her heart flutter. Harry was always concerned with her well-being, but not overly so, like a certain vampire she was currently engaged to. Harry just wanted her to be safe, happy, and comfortable. Other than that, he gave her space and allowed her to make her own decisions.
"I'm a little sweaty," she confessed through her heavy breathing. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. Harry snapped his fingers, and the room suddenly became much cooler. Within seconds, the sweat on her body chilled and made her skin goosebump. Harry ran his hand up her spine, and she shivered from the sensation of his hot skin against her cool body. Any time he touched her body in such a way, it always made her pussy clench and tingle.
Bella didn't complain about suddenly being cold. She knew that before long, she would be working up a sweat again. Before she could even finish the thought, Harry's hips began sliding back and forth, and his long, thick cock pistoned in and out of her tight asshole. He wasn't hammering into her by any means, but he was moving fast enough to really ramp up the naughty pleasure. Bella responded by moaning loudly into the sheets.
"Does that feel good?" he asked, and she could practically see the smirk likely plastered on his stupid, handsome face. He always took great pride in making her body quiver in pleasure … not that she would complain about that.
"It feels good," she simply responded before biting down on the bedsheets. In reality, she was already close to cumming again. She squeaked loudly when his hips began moving faster. The sensation of his fat cock sliding across the walls of her ass felt incredible. Harry suddenly pulled out of her ass.
"Just good?" he amusedly asked, and she heard a bottle squirting. Realizing he was re-lubing his cock, Bella whimpered and bit down harder on the sheets, waiting for the re-insertion. His cock slipped between her cheeks and penetrated her ass down to the hilt in one go. Bella squealed loudly, which was muffled by the bed. Now his hips were moving so fast that her pillowy cheeks were clapping and rippling from the contact. His hand snaked between her legs, and Harry expertly found her swollen clit. His fingers danced over her hard nub, making her toes curl in pleasure.
"Really good!" Bella squealed out a confession as her hands tugged and clawed at the bedsheets. Her clit was very sensitive at the moment, and the way he lightly pinched it and rolled it between his fingers was bringing her close to the edge.
"How about this?" he asked cheekily and pulled out of her ass and shoved his cock straight into her waiting pussy. His shaft stretched her wet, silky walls, and the head mashed into her g-spot. Bella cried out in blissful pleasure as her pussy clamped down hard on him. Harry pounded her poor pussy into oblivion, ignoring how hard she was cumming. He then pulled out of her cumming pussy and slid right back into her ass. Her tight hole puckered hard, clenching and squeezing his shaft with every thrust. He only thrusted into her ass a few times before switching back to her pussy. Instantly, she began milking his cock, trying to force him to cum deep inside of her. His massive, cum-filled balls swung back and forth, smashing into her sensitive clit which made her cum even harder. Bella's body bucked and spasmed uncontrollably as she fought the overpowering pleasure only his cock could provide. He switched back to her ass and snaked his hand between her legs. His talented fingers scraped along her delicate lips and curled, slipping between them and entering her opening. Her pussy immediately began squeezing them, and Bella cried out loudly when she began squirting around his fingers. The pleasure was too much, and Bella bucked so hard that his cock slipped from her ass. Bella rolled onto her back, snapping her legs shut to hide her cumming pussy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her lovely tits bounced and jiggled from the spasming.
Harry crawled onto her body and straddled her chest. She could feel his big, hot balls smearing her wetness onto her chest as he took his cock in hand and began stroking it, the tip pointed right at her face. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and Bella obediently did just that. Her mouth opened, and she stuck her tongue out, waiting for his delicious treat. She didn't need to wait long.
A fat rope of cum erupted from the tip, hitting her tongue and sliding into her gaping mouth. The cum hit the back of her throat, and she dutifully swallowed it right before another glob refilled her mouth. Having a hard time swallowing it all, her mouth closed. The next thick shot hit her right in the face, slashing a line of hot cum across her cheek and forehead. More rained down on her, and when he was done, cum was dripping from her face. Harry moaned happily and got off her. Bella laid there for a moment, catching her breath while wiping cum from her face. Thankfully, he waved his hand and cleaned her up before lying down next to her. Harry slid his arm under the back of her neck, and suddenly feeling cold, she curled into his side and snuggled deeply against his body. His arm encircled her, holding her close and keeping her warm. Without even thinking about it, her hand found his cock, and she just held it. For some strange reason, she liked just lying there in his arms while possessively holding his manhood. Harry never questioned it, so she saw no reason to stop now. In fact, Harry just kissed the top of her head, and Bella smiled cutely and closed her eyes while Harry's fingers gently caressed her back. Bella yawned, and before long, she was napping in the arms of a god.
Chapter 32
"Harry?" Alice called out to the empty room. As she suspected, Harry appeared out of thin air.
"Hey, Alice. What can I do for you?" he asked, walking up behind her and putting his strong hands on her shoulders. He began massaging her shoulders, making her close her eyes in pleasure. Alice shuddered as his thumbs dug into her muscles, and she wondered how he had gotten so good at giving massages.
"As you know, I've been watching the Volturi, and I've been getting some weird visions," she confessed while closing her eyes. Harry sat on her bed and pulled her onto his lap. Her ass pressed against his groin, and she could feel that he was already rock-hard. She couldn't help but squirm against him. His hands left her shoulders and slid underneath the hem of her shirt. His fingers climbed up her belly and underneath the cups of her bra. She moaned when his fingers found her nipples. They quickly hardened as he pinched and rolled them between his fingertips.
"Yeah. Aro sent a few scouts to the area. He didn't tell them what to look for to try to keep them hidden from your talent. He just told them to look around and report back if they spot anything out of the ordinary. He also told them not to make contact with you and to feed outside the area," Harry explained as he groped her perky tits.
"So what should we do?" Alice asked as she rubbed her thighs together. Harry had been there less than five minutes, and her panties were already soaked through.
"I'm keeping an eye on them for now. I'll handle them if it becomes necessary," Harry assured her. Alice nodded, but she would make sure to tell Carlisle about it. However, that could wait. She had more important business to handle. Alice spun around faster than the blink of an eye. She had Harry pinned to the bed while straddling his lap. She leaned down, and her lips found his.
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"Hey, Sourpuss!" Harry chirped as he left Alice's room and went downstairs to see Rosalie. "What's eating you?" he asked. Rosalie looked just a tad grumpy.
"You know Bella plans to change soon, right?" she asked as he sat next to her.
"Yeah. Within a month or so," Harry answered. He wrapped an arm around Rosalie's shoulder, and she leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. Harry gently played with her long, blonde tresses, and though Rosalie wouldn't admit it, she instantly began to feel better. She placed a hand on his powerful thigh and squeezed. "What's the problem?"
"I still think she should remain human," she admitted. Harry nodded and kissed the top of her head. Rosalie mewled cutely and snuggled deeper under his arm.
"You're probably right, but there's not a whole lot we can do about it. Regardless of whether it's a mistake or not, it's still her choice, and she's the one who has to live with it. I suggest not worrying about it too much. You're about to start a new chapter in your life … remember?" Harry asked teasingly while he rubbed her swollen belly. Rosalie looked up at him and beamed with happiness.
"You're right. Soon, I'll be way too busy to worry about Edward and Bella," she admitted. Rosalie then straddled his lap and kissed him deeply. Harry sucked on her tongue, making her moan into his mouth. "Can we go somewhere private?" she asked after breaking the kiss. Her eyes were smoky and lustful.
"I suppose that can be arranged," Harry smirked. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and they both disappeared from the Cullen house. When they reappeared, Rosalie found herself in a house she had never been in. She put that out of mind for the time being, however. Both of them were completely nude, and she could feel his hard cock lying flat underneath her puffy pussy lips. Rosalie rested her hands on his broad shoulders and began rolling her hips. She gasped as her slit and clit rubbed against the bottom of his long, thick shaft.
"I can't get over how big you are," Rosalie moaned as her pussy waxed is cock with her juices. Every day I think about you, and I get so wet," she admitted. Harry chuckled and grabbed her ass, giving her fleshy cheeks a good, hard squeeze.
"You never could get enough," Harry teased her. Rosalie pushed his shoulders, pinning him flat against the bed. Her bottom lifted, and she grabbed his cock and pressed the head to her opening. She expertly sank down on it, sliding her slippery walls down his shaft.
"I can't help it. It feels so good," Rosalie gasped and collapsed forward when the head of his cock bumped into her g-spot. The side of her head rested against his chest, and Harry immediately took control of the situation. His arms encircled her waist, and he began thrusting his hips upward. Rosalie squealed as she was fucked from underneath. His thick rod sawed back and forth against the insides of her delicate, silky walls. Her pussy clutched his cock tightly, making Harry moan into the top of her head. Being more than human, Harry's hips began bucking so fast that they were practically a blur. Rosalie cried out as her pussy was being absolutely demolished. Within seconds, pussy juice was squirting from around his cock, wetting their thighs and the bed underneath. Her pussy clamped down hard on him, and her body trembled through a mindblowing orgasm. "Slow down!" she squealed, and Harry immediately began slowing his pace. "Sorry … but it's too sensitive. I can't believe you made me cum that fast," she said, quivering against his chest. "I need a moment."
"Take your time," Harry said, kissing the top of her head. Her pussy was fluttering around him, and it felt incredible. He loved the way her walls rippled and massaged him. Harry's hand moved from her hips, down to her ass. He spread her cheeks apart and toyed with her asshole with the tip of his finger. Rosalie whimpered into his chest and squirmed so hard that her stiff nipples dug into his skin. Harry's hips moved at a snail's pace, slowly penetrating her and making her body spasm with pleasure.
"Okay … I think I'm ready," she said, lightly biting down on his chest. Her eyes bugged out when Harry's hips began to blur. The same loud, messy squelching from her pussy instantly started up again and filled the room with her perverse sounds. In less than a second, her pussy was already clutching his shaft and trying to milk it. Rosalie cried out and arched her back. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, trying to hang on a little longer. The thick head of his cock continously battered her poor, abused g-spot, causing her juices to slosh from her quivering cunt. Her juices ran down his shaft and dripped off his balls, creating a massive wet spot underneath the point of penetration. Rosalie cried out again and rolled off of him. She brought her knees up to her chest as she lay on her side. She continuously squeaked while her hips bucked. Squirts of girl cum sprayed from her pussy, wetting the wall nearest her ass. Harry's cock was still hard and dripping with wetness.
"What's up with you today?" Harry asked, running his hand down her smooth thigh. Rosalie brushed the hair from her face as she shuddered through her orgasm. "You usually last longer than that."
"I don't know. It must be the pregnancy," she guessed. Rosalie took a deep breath and rolled onto her back. The tips of her nipples were incredibly stiff, and her pink areolas were a bit puffy. Harry cupped her breast and gently rubbed his thumb over the hardened tip. Rosalie squirmed and rubbed her wet thighs together.
"You might be right. It is nearing the end. Maybe your hormones are going wild," Harry suggested, studying her body. "You're perfectly healthy. I can tell you that much."
"It's definitely hormones," she confessed, and then gasped when Harry leaned down and pressed his lips to her nipple. His mouth opened, and he latched onto it, sucking on it while massaging it with his tongue. Rosalie arched her back, trying to stuff more of it into his mouth while she massaged her other breast. "I've been horny nonstop for days," she told him. Harry chuckled and kissed her nipple.
"You should have called. I'd have been more than happy to take care of you," he said, kissing down her swollen belly. When he reached her smooth mound, her thighs opened up, revealing her wet, hairless slit.
"That would have been the smart thing to do," she admitted and lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders. She mewled sexily when Harry licked her from asshole to clit, lapping up her juices. Rosalie reached down, threaded her fingers through his messy hair, and pulled his face harder into her pussy. "Mmm … That feels good," she moaned and then shuddered when his tongue flicked over her sensitive clit. Rosalie quickly discovered that she loved having her cumming pussy licked by him. Harry kept going slowly until she had fully come down from her orgasm. He then flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her ass up. Rosalie looked over her shoulder at him, knowing the next orgasm was right around the corner. Instead, Harry placed the head against her asshole and pushed in.
Rosalie pressed her forehead against the unfamiliar bed and gripped the sheets as her tightest hole was stretched. She whimpered as inch after inch slid inside of her, only stopping when her sloppy wet pussy kissed his bloated balls. Rosalie only hoped she could last longer than she had when he was inside her pussy. It certainly didn't help matters when Harry reached down and rested his palm against her silky smooth mound. His fingers drifted over her swollen clit, repeatedly flicking the little bead as his hips began to move. Rosalie grunted as his fat cock was slowly pulled from her ass. She could feel every inch of him scraping the inside of her hole. When only the head was in, Harry thrust forward, stretching her out again while his fingers rubbed her clit. It wasn't long before she discovered that having her ass fucked was just as pleasurable as having her pussy pounded … maybe even more so. She blamed his damn fingers that wouldn't let her clit have a moment of peace.
"Jeez, Rose … You're dripping all over my fingers," Harry good-naturedly teased her while fucking her harder and harder.
"And whose fault is that?!" Rosalie squealed as fat drops of pussy juice rolled down the inside of her smooth thighs. By then, Harry had stopped taking it easy on her. His hips were slamming forward and cracking against her wide cheeks, making them clap and ripple. Every time his hips collided with her ass, it sounded like a gunshot going off. Rosalie cried out as her pussy began squirting again. Her entire body tingled from the insane amount of pleasure he was bringing her. Her puckered hole gripped his cock with bruising force, not wanting to let go. Rosalie bit down on the pillow so hard that she ripped a large chunk out of it. She spat it out and squeaked loud enough to nearly shatter the windows in the room as a huge analgasm rocked her body. She could hear Harry moaning, and she hoped he would finish soon. He pinched her clit and rolled it between his fingers, making lights flash behind her eyes. Harry then moaned loudly, and she felt a flood of warmth spread through her ass. The bastard then pulled out of her ass and filled her cumming pussy as well. Rosalie lay there in the doggy-style position, letting him seed both of her holes while she repeatedly came on his cock. When he was finally done, he mercifully let go of her clit, and she rolled onto her back. Harry dropped down next to her.
Rosalie snuggled into his side, and Harry put an arm around her. Her body was still shaking and trembling from the orgasm that never seemed to want to go away. All she could do was hold onto him and hope he didn't want to go another round too soon. His hard cock told her otherwise, but since he was the one to gift her what she had always wanted, she supposed she would bite the bullet and let him pound her pussy until she squirted all over him. It was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
Chapter 33
"Forks … This is where the Cullens live, is it not?" one of the Volturi scouts asked. Another nodded.
"Yes. I can smell them from here," he said as they crossed the city limits. It was late at night, and the streets were empty. He inhaled deeply and wrinkled his nose.
"What's wrong?" a third asked. All three were dressed in the typical Volturi garb and would have looked ridiculous to anyone watching.
"One of them smells strange. They smell of vampire with a hint of something else … something human-like," he added. All three looked at each other.
"Should we investigate or report this straight to Aro?" the first asked the other two.
"I could be mistaken," the second scout said. "Let's move closer to the smell and investigate. We can report to Aro when we're sure of what we found." The others nodded and slipped into the thick, wet forest. They remained quiet and on edge. There was another scent that hung heavy in the area. It reeked of wet dog, though it was much stronger and worse than any dog they had ever smelled. They stopped, sniffed, and slightly changed their direction. They were heading straight for the Cullen residence.
The sound of a cracking branch behind them made them stop and turn faster than a human could blink. There was nothing there. Then another cracked behind them, making them spin back the other way. Again, nothing was there. Suddenly, the sound of heavy breathing could be heard right behind their ears. All three jumped into the air and spun around, landing in a defensive stance. All they could see was a field of trees and moss-covered rocks.
"What the hell's going on? Are the Cullens playing some kind of trick on us?" one of them asked, both frightened and angered. He was a ranking member of the Volturi, and he didn't like being made a fool of.
"I don't know. They have members with talents, though I know little of them," another stated.
"Carlisle should know better than to play games with us. When I get my hands on him, I'll teach him to respect our authority," the first scout snarled. The third was a bit more level-headed.
"Aro explicitly ordered us not to make contact with the Cullens, or have you forgotten?" the third asked, uncomfortable with the thought of violating such clear orders. The first scout growled in response.
"Aro is quickly losing favor amongst the ranks, and I don't think it will be long before he's replaced. I believe he sent us here without consulting Caius or Marcus, and I doubt they will be pleased when they discover this," he spat.
"Even if this is true, he is still our ruler, and we answer to him," the third scout countered.
"I answer to no one!" the first scout said through gritted teeth. "Especially a vampire who's cowered for months in the bowels of his castle, too frightened to even send us out to enforce our laws!"
"Quiet!" one of them hissed. "The Cullens will hear us."
"Let them! I would like nothing better than …" he suddenly stopped talking. The forest became deathly quiet, and not a single insect or rustling leaf could be heard. The three vampires stiffened while looking in every direction. Black mist then began seeping out of the ground on which they were standing. They all jumped back, giving the unnatural mist a wide berth. It coalesced into a large, dense cloud in the shape of a human. Before any of them could attack or run, its two arms shot out and grabbed two of them by the neck.
The hot-headed scout scooted further back, shocked by the turn of events. The other two vampires clawed at the misty arms, desperately trying to break free. The arms lifted them off their feet, and they kicked their legs furiously. The third scout heard cracking, and he could see their eyes bulging from their skulls. They didn't remain there long. Their eyes broke free of their sockets and dangled disgustingly while their mouths hung agape, and their tongues became bloated and blackened. A powerful stench of decay suddenly filled the forest, and their clothes disintegrated from their bodies. Black, rotting patches formed on their skin, and large chunks fell off, landing on the ground where they continued to decay. His companions were no longer fighting back. In fact, they weren't moving at all. Having seen enough, the scout turned and ran as fast as he could away from the scene.
He blurred through the forest and only looked back once to see if he was being followed. That momentary lapse in concentration was all it took to make a bad situation worse. He slammed right into something, and it was harder than anything he had ever felt. He quickly wondered if this was what it felt like for a human to run face-first into a brick wall. The crack of the impact was deafening and sounded like two boulders slamming into each other. He bounced off the obstruction, and his back slammed into the soft, earthen ground. The pain was unimaginable. He groaned and rubbed his chest, the place that bore the brunt of the impact. He looked down and gasped. His shirt was shredded, and his chest lay bare. A spiderweb of cracks ran up and down his otherwise flawless skin.
"Up you go," he heard a beautiful male voice say. He was grabbed by the hair, and his body was lifted into a standing position. What he saw had to be the most beautiful male he had ever seen. His features were devastatingly perfect, but there was one problem. He could smell the human blood in him, and it smelled better than any human he had ever feasted from. Had he met him in a dark alley, there would have been no way this human could have survived. He would have devoured him in an instant. Even in his current predicament, his mouth flooded with venom.
"Human?" the scout choked out. The collision had damaged his throat, so he couldn't speak properly.
"Close enough," the human said with an annoyingly handsome grin. The scout took the opportunity to try to escape again, but at that moment, more black mist began wafting up from the ground and coating the lower half of his body. The scout cried out and thrashed, but every time he did, it felt like razor blades hacking at his skin. He quickly learned his lesson and stopped fighting. Unfortunately, the greasy, black mist crept further up until he was covered from the neck down. "Good," the human happily said. "Now we can talk."
The scout cried out. It felt like thousands of meat-eating bugs were chewing up his skin. "I don't like Aro nosing around in my territory … understand?" the human said in a threatening manner.
"Yes!" the scout gasped, hoping he would be let free. "I won't touch the Cullens!" he promised.
"You wouldn't have anyway. I would have made sure of that," the human told him, walking up to him and lightly patting him on the shoulder. His shoulder exploded in red-hot agony. The scout screamed pitifully, and he wondered if his entire arm had been eaten away. "But you did threaten them, and I just can't let that go unpunished … I hope you understand."
"I promise I'll stay away … I swear!" he cried out in a panic.
"I need to send Aro a message. Are you willing to help me with that?" the human asked him.
"Anything! I'll do anything you ask," the scout vowed.
"Wonderful!" the human happily declared and rubbed his hands together. "Now hold still. This won't be pleasant."
The human grabbed the hair on top of his head just as the mist decomposed his body. The scout screamed in pain and terror as the human held his head up and angled it downward so he could watch his own body get consumed by the shadows of hell.
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Aro waited in his room, waiting for his three scouts to send their nightly reports. He checked the large, ornately decorated grandfather clock and sneered. They were late. Half an hour later, there was a knock at the door. He stood up and answered. "A package arrived for you, sir," one of the young assistants said, holding up a box. Aro snatched the box from his hands and slammed the door in his face. He went back to his desk and set the box down.
He examined the box closely. As he rarely received packages, he was suspicious from the get-go. It was a large white gift box with a red bow tied around it on all sides. He sniffed the air and smelled nothing out of the ordinary. Aro pulled the bow from the box and removed the lid. Seeing the top of a head, he stepped back, and that was when the head began wailing.
"Aro! Aro … please!" the head begged. Aro reached in, grabbed the hair, and lifted the head out of the box.
"Thadeus?" Aro asked, confused. The head belonged to one of the scouts he had sent to the Olympic area. He turned the head to get a better look at it. It definitely belonged to Thadeus. His mouth was open, and he was wailing pitifully.
"Help me!" he cried out as black liquid began dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
"Who did this to you? Tell me!" Aro demanded while the head continued to wail. Thadeus's head began trembling, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The head then suddenly stopped quivering, and his eyes looked straight into his. The head then smiled.
"Good evening, Aro," he said in a very different-sounding voice. Aro was, of course, very confused, so he remained quiet. "Come now. There's no need to be rude," the head chastised him.
"What devilry is this? Who am I speaking to?" Aro demanded of the head.
"I'm a friend of the Cullens, and I'm a little annoyed that you've been sniffing around the area."
"Whatever do you mean?" Aro asked, trying to sound confused.
"You know what I mean. First, it was that pathetic newborn army, and now this. My patience is running thin. Consider the Olympic Peninsula my territory. In fact, consider whatever's in a thousand-mile radius of wherever I'm at my territory, and the Cullens … they're under my protection," the head told him. Aro snarled in anger. He was just about to make some threats when the head continued.
"Shut it, Aro," the head said in an authoritative voice. "You've been warned." Before Aro could respond, the head began quivering again, and its eyes once again rolled into the back of its head.
"Aro … Why are you not helping me, my friend?" it wailed. It sounded like Thadeus again. "HEEEEEEELP!" it shouted loudly and began to smoke. There was a sudden flash of light and a deafening boom. Aro was thrown into the wall behind him so hard that it cracked the stone. The head had exploded and set fire to his entire room. Aro screeched and ran through the flames, crashing right through his seven-hundred-year-old door. Once out of the flaming room, he rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames that were eating away at his clothes. Aro could have sworn he heard a laugh from the burning room, but it stopped as soon as the rest of the Volturi came to investigate the sound of the explosion. Aro considered himself one of the fiercest vampires to ever live, and now, he was rolling on the ground while several feet stomped on him while trying to put out the fire. A small voice in the back of his head kept repeating, 'Oh, how the mighty have fallen.'
Immortals
Alice blinked a few times, confused. She suddenly found herself on a white, sandy beach. She heard Harry clear his throat behind her. She spun around and found him smiling down at her. "Harry? Why did you bring me here? What's going on?" she asked. She had just been reading a catalog and taking notes on everything she wanted to order. Her order had barely reached ten thousand dollars before Harry whisked her away.
"I took care of those pesky scouts hanging around the area," he told her.
"Is that why Aro's mind is so crazy right now?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Possibly. I sent him a gently worded warning to stay away. We'll see if he listens," Harry chuckled.
"I hope so," Alice said, still worried about her family's safety.
"Relax, Alice. I told you I'd handle the Volturi. If Aro doesn't listen, I'll be a bit more forceful next time," he gently reminded her.
"I guess," she sighed.
"Now that you're here … How about a swim?" he asked, smiling handsomely. Alice couldn't resist his handsome face and smiled back.
"Fine. Bikini me, please!" she said, holding her arms to the side. Instead of a bikini, Alice suddenly found herself without a stitch of clothing on. "Harry!" she whined. "I said a bikini." Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist. Alice wrapped her legs around him and began grinding against his muscled stomach.
"Why? I was just going to rip it off of you anyway," he teased and carried her into the water. Alice rolled her eyes and leaned in, kissing him deeply while his hands explored her nude, wet body.