Chapter 34
Harry was taking a nice, scenic walk around the area surrounding his house when he spotted a car coming down the road. With vision better than any human could ever hope to have, he easily spotted the pretty blonde and smiled. As the vehicle drew closer, it began to slow down. It pulled beside him, stopped, and the window rolled down.
"Hey, Jessica," Harry greeted her with a smile. She smiled back while blushing heavily. Jessica had barely been there for a few seconds, and she was already checking him out.
"Hi, Harry!" she happily chirped and brushed some hair behind her ear.
"I'm surprised to see you here. I heard you and Angela had moved to Seattle," he said, leaning in and resting his arms on the damp roof of her car. Both had decided to attend the same local university.
"We did, but we drove back to visit our families for the weekend," she said, fixing her hair again. He could tell that she was trying to draw attention to the fact that she was all dolled up. He had to admit that she looked very cute.
"For the weekend, huh? I guess I was lucky to run into you," he teased. Harry knew that she was on the way to his house. There wasn't much else in the area.
"Yeah," she shyly replied with pink cheeks.
"How's Angela?" Harry asked her.
"She's fine. She talks about you all the time," Jessica giggled.
"And you don't?" Harry asked with a handsome smirk. Jessica blushed hard but smiled nonetheless.
"Maybe a little," she said, holding her index finger and thumb close together. Harry chuckled and stood up straight.
"That's good, I suppose. Anyway, it was great to see you again. Try not to be a stranger," Harry said, and pretended that he was about to walk away.
"Wait!" Jessica cried out and grabbed his forearm. "We were hoping that we could all hang out … Maybe tonight …" Jessica said, the desperation evident in her voice.
"Hmm … Tonight …" Harry hummed, rubbing his chin in thought. Time meant nothing to him, but he enjoyed putting on a show for her.
"Pleeease," Jessica begged and caressed his forearm with her delicate fingers. She was giving him the puppy dog eyes, which made him chortle.
"I thought you were here to see your family," he reminded her with a knowing smile.
"I am … I mean, we are, but …" she stumbled slightly over her words.
"I guess they won't miss you if you take one night for yourself," Harry relented. Jessica beamed happily and nodded.
"They won't," she assured him.
"Okay then," Harry said, nodding. "I'll pick you girls up tonight. Where do you want to meet?" he asked her.
"At my family's store," she immediately told him without having to think about it. "It closes at seven. So, we can meet up at eight. Is that okay?" she asked, hoping that it was. Harry nodded, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'll be there," he told her. Jessica brilliantly beamed with delight. Her cheeks were bright pink from embarrassment, but she seemed ecstatic nonetheless.
"Great! Thanks, Harry. We'll be there. I need to go tell Angela," she said, putting her car into drive. Harry stepped back and waved.
"Alright. I'll see you in a bit," he replied, and Jessica waved back.
"Bye!" she chirped before driving off in a rush. He guessed that she wanted plenty of time to get ready, and it was already four in the afternoon.
With some time to kill, Harry appeared in the beach house invisible. He could hear Bree using her laptop in her room. He could also hear Esme in her room, softly singing. He appeared in her room and smiled when he spotted her dusting the pictures on the wall. She was whispering a jaunty tune while bouncing her wide hips from side to side. The best part was that she was in a very teeny bikini. Harry watched her cheeks jiggle for a moment before making himself visible. He stepped up behind her without making a sound and slid his hands up the side of her thighs and onto her hips. He squeezed them, which startled her.
"EEP!" she squeaked and jumped. Esme spun around with wide eyes and sighed when she spotted Harry.
"Harry!" she chastised him and lightly smacked his arm. "You frightened me."
"Sorry, Esme," he amusedly apologized while checking out her gorgeous tits. The tiny triangles of fabric did their best to cover her up, but fortunately for him, they were doing a piss poor job. Her tits were spilling out of the top and sides of her bikini top, which suited him just fine. Esme didn't seem to mind that he was looking. She kept her hands to her sides and proudly displayed them. "I just had a gut feeling that something sexy was going on over here. Looks like my hunch was correct," he teased, eyeing up her gorgeously curvy body.
"Oh, stop it," she joked, and if she were capable of blushing, he knew she would have been. Harry grabbed her waist and pulled her in. Esme smacked against his chest, and he kissed her shoulder. Esme shuddered and placed her hands on his waist. Harry's hands slid down her back and over her thick hips, and he greedily squeezed her body while his lips moved down her shoulder and onto her cleavage. Esme let out a shuddering breath as Harry explored the insides of her breasts with his talented lips. She was just about to throw her head back and moan when Harry spun her around so her back was pressed against his chest. One of his hands slid down her belly, and his fingers crept underneath the fabric of her bikini bottom.
"I can't control myself around you," Harry teased her while his fingers found her slit.
"I suppose there are worse things that could happen to me," Esme giggled as Harry's fingers slid back and forth along her slit. She was already damp, and her slick inner lips effortlessly glided along his fingertips.
"There certainly are," Harry joked and spun her back around to face him. His hands cupped her healthy ass, and he squeezed and spread her cheeks apart.
Esme immediately shoved her tongue into his mouth while Harry mauled her wide, fleshy ass with his fingers. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she moaned into his mouth. Harry sucked hard on her tongue and grabbed her bikini bottom. He tore it from her body, leaving her nude from the waist down. He then lifted her up, forcing her to let go of his tongue. Esme gasped as her body rose into the air, and he draped her legs over his shoulders. Her back hit the wall, and she looked down at him. Harry was staring directly at her bald pussy, and it secretly thrilled her. As much as she loved her husband, he wasn't nearly as adventurous as Harry in bed. As Harry studied her naked pussy, she could feel herself growing even wetter.
His hands caressed the length of her smooth thighs, and before she could say anything, he reached up and ripped her bikini top clean off, baring her naked tits and hard nipples. She played with his mop of messy black hair as he leaned in. Harry kissed her swelling clit, causing her to arch her back and moan. She wasn't prepared when Harry spun her body around and flipped her into a standing sixty-nine position. Somehow, he was completely naked, and his massive erection was rubbing against her cheek. Esme spread her legs apart until she was performing the splits. Her pussy and asshole were now perfectly exposed and ready to be licked. She didn't know why, but Harry always brought out the slut in her.
With no blood in her body, Esme was perfectly at ease being upside down. She didn't have to worry about such silly things like having the blood rush to her head. She was free to live out her sexual fantasies with her new lover. Esme immediately began laying kisses all along the length of his shaft, and Harry responded by lowering his face between her legs and licking her from her clit to her asshole. Esme squealed and puckered her hole, which made Harry chuckle into her pussy. Even the vibrations of his voice felt good. "Like that, huh?" he teased her.
Not wanting to admit that she loved having her asshole licked by him, she chose to instead stuff the head of his cock into her mouth. She slowly started bobbing her head while keeping her tongue firmly pressed against his shaft. This was how she always performed with her husband. She had forgotten that Harry was a different beast. He grabbed a handful of chestnut hair on the back of her head and began fucking her throat like it was going out of style. Esme kept her mouth open wide to accommodate his massive size and did her best not to graze him with her teeth while still forming a tight seal with her lips. She could feel his long, thick shaft sliding down her throat while his fat, cum-filled balls repeatedly slapped against her forehead. Esme then squealed around his cock when she felt his finger slide into her asshole. His lips wrapped around her aching clit, and he sucked hard.
Esme's eyes fluttered as her sensitive clit was being sucked on. The way his tongue slithered around and massaged it was heavenly. When his finger started moving, it increased the pleasure significantly. Her tight asshole clung to his finger as it slowly penetrated her over and over.
"GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!" was all she could say while having her face fucked by a monstrously large cock. She couldn't even moan when Harry's tongue flicked her clit. It felt like it had been zapped by the most pleasurable electricity imaginable. Her pussy began to flutter uncontrollably, and her body stiffened. Her muscles spasmed, and her body trembled. Esme squealed around his cock, and her toes curled. Harry sucked hard on her little bead and tugged on it with his lips. She couldn't help but roll her hips and grind her clit against his lips. It was beginning to feel too good, and Esme found it hard to control herself. She pushed away from his body, and she felt his cock sliding out of her throat. Once it was free, she gripped the back of his thighs tightly and cried out. "OH, GOD!"
Her hips bucked, and Harry removed his lips from her clit right before a fountain of juice sprayed out of her cumming pussy. Esme thrashed around, but Harry held on tightly, carrying her to her bed while her pussy painted the ceiling with her juices. He then tossed her onto the bed and grabbed her hips. He hoisted her ass into the air and pushed her knees apart. Esme cried out and looked over her shoulder at him, and she was mortified to see her pussy squirting all over his naked chest. "Boy, you're a gusher!" he teased, and Esme bit her lower lip and hid her face against the mattress. Before she could even finish cumming, she felt him rub his fat head against her cunt. She squeaked when the head mashed into her sensitive clit.
"Careful!" she cried out, looking over her shoulder again. "It's sensitive!" The careless brute just chuckled merrily at her expense. He even went so far as to repeatedly smack her slit with the bottom of his shaft. He was treating her pussy as if he owned it. The thought of it sent a pleasant shiver down her body. Her thoughts ended there when he shoved his cock inside of her and began jackhammering her pussy a thousand times a second. The repeated collision of his hips and her ass would have sounded like one continuous sound to human ears, but Esme could easily distinguish every individual strike.
She bit down on the blanket and accidentally tore a large chunk out of it. His balls swung wildly and beat against her clit like a wrecking ball, sending tingling sensations up her spine. Her pussy contracted around him and clung to his shaft for dear life.
"Can't take it …" Esme cried out as she began cumming again.
"Just a bit longer," Harry happily replied while pounding her tight cunt. Esme's back arched violently, and she began squirting around his cock. Her pussy was practically crushing his shaft into paste as it contracted around him. Finally, Harry shoved it all the way in and released inside of her. Esme groaned pitifully as she was pumped full of his seed. Once done, he thrust forward and kept it inside. Harry lovingly caressed the small of her back while Esme's body spasmed and bucked. He mentally checked the time. He had plenty of time before needing to meet Jessica and Angela. He smiled and gave Esme a hard smack on the backside, making her squeal and her pussy tighten.
"How about another round?" Harry cheekily asked and began slowly thrusting. He could still feel her pussy fluttering around him.
"You're insatiable," Esme moaned and brushed the messy hair from her face.
'Truer words had never been spoken,' Harry thought as he pulled out of her pussy and shoved it straight into her other hole. The sound of Esme's pleasured squeals was a sound he planned on hearing for centuries to come.
Chapter 35
The wind was fiercely bowing the large trees on each side of the road, and sleet was pouring onto the windshield of his car. His windshield wipers were struggling to clear the slushy ice from the glass, making it hard to see. At least it would have if Harry were a normal man. As it was, he could perfectly see everything around him. The street was dark, and there wasn't even a single other car on the road. A storm had blown in, and very few were crazy enough to drive around in these icy conditions. Only the most desperate would.
As he pulled into Jessica's family's shop, he spotted her car parked there, waiting for him to arrive. He hoped the poor girls weren't freezing their butts off. Harry pulled up beside them and rolled down the window. The passenger side window followed, and he spotted Angela's pretty face staring back at him. "Harry!" she happily chirped.
"Hey, Angela," Harry smiled at her. She beamed back at him, clearly happy that the storm hadn't kept him from seeing them. "Do you want me to hop into your car, or do you girls want to come with me?" he asked them.
"We'll come with you. I'm scared to drive in these conditions," Jessica said, leaning across Angela's lap in order to see him.
"Well, hurry up and get in. It's getting really cold out here," he told them. They rolled up their windows, and he watched as the two girls got out of Jessica's car and quickly got into his. Since Jessica arrived at the passenger side first, she was able to slip into the passenger seat while Angela was forced to ride in the back. He had to keep himself from laughing when he saw what they were wearing. Both girls had on jackets, but that was pretty much the only protection they had from the cold. Both wore dresses underneath, and neither dress passed mid-thigh. It was obvious they dressed to impress him, and he felt slightly bad seeing them shiver. Harry turned the heat up to full blast when the doors closed behind them.
"I'm surprised you girls didn't cancel. The weather turned bad really quickly," Harry said as he looked them over.
"My father didn't want us going out in this weather, but I told him we would be fine. We're adults after all, and we really didn't want to cancel on you," Jessica admitted. Angela nodded from the back seat.
"We haven't seen you in so long," she added. Harry chuckled and placed his hand on Jessica's bare thigh. He could feel the goosebumps on her cold skin. She shuddered when he possessively squeezed it and squirmed when he gently caressed her inner thigh. Her legs slightly parted, hoping he would move his hand a little higher.
"Well, I'm here now," he happily told Angela, who was staring at his hand as it played with Jessica's soft, smooth skin. "It's not safe to make any long trips. So, I'm not sure what we should do," Harry said, tickling the skin behind Jessica's knee.
"We can go back to your place," Jessica immediately suggested. Even in the darkened car, he could see the flush in her pale cheeks.
"Unfortunately, I have guests staying with me," he admitted. The Denali girls absolutely refused to go back to Alaska without him. "However, I did rent a motel room here in town. We could …"
"Let's go!" Angela eagerly said before he could finish his sentence. She wanted what Jessica was currently getting. She was already rubbing her thighs together in anticipation. Harry turned and smiled at her.
"Sounds good," he said and threw the car into drive. He pulled out of the small parking lot, traversing the icy roads with ease. It seemed that neither girl could wait. Jessica was greedily groping his thigh, and her hand was dangerously close to his crotch. Angela was reaching around the seat and trying to unbutton his shirt. Thankfully, Forks was a small town, and it only took a few minutes to arrive at their destination. He pulled into the parking space right in front of the motel room door and turned off the car. "Let me unlock the room door before you get out. The wind is getting really bad," he told them. Every tree he could see was bending so badly that it looked like they were about to snap in half.
"Hurry up," Jessica breathlessly said, moving her hand to his crotch and squeezing it. Harry exited the car and chuckled to himself. These ladies were something else, he thought as he jammed the key into the door lock. He opened the door, turned on the lights, and used his powers to make the room nice and toasty. He then turned to the car and waved them over. As soon as they got out of the car, they squealed as the fierce wind lifted their dresses, exposing their panties. They hurriedly pushed the bottom of their dresses back down and held them in place as they scampered into the room. Harry shook his head with a smile and closed the door behind him.
"I told you it was windy," Harry laughed.
"No kidding," Angela said, shivering from the blast of frigid air.
"Let me warm you up," Harry said with a smile, removing her jacket. He tossed it away, revealing the sexy dress underneath. Angela wasn't particularly busty, but the cleavage on display was more than enough to capture a man's attention. Harry slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her in. Angela stumbled forward as he pressed her against his body. Her breathing was ragged as Harry leaned in. Her brown eyes closed, and she hummed in pleasure when his lips touched hers. Harry loved the feeling of her soft lips and warm tongue. Jessica pressed against his side, and he could feel her face very close to his cheek. Knowing what she wanted, Harry turned and kissed her as well. She moaned deeply when he tickled her tongue with his while his hand pawed at her ass. Down below, Angela's hands began undoing his trousers while Jessica fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Harry broke the kiss and helped them out.
He took a step back, kicked off his shoes, and removed his shirt. The girls stood there staring at his chiseled chest while he pulled down his trousers and kicked them off. Their eyes lowered to the magnificent rod of meat pointed directly at him. "Arms up," he gently ordered, and both girls instantly complied. Their arms rose, and Harry pulled Jessica's dress over her head. He tossed it onto the table and did the same for Angela. He then pulled both of them to him and reached around their backs. Expertly, he unclipped their bras with one hand each and tugged them from their arms. The girls shyly looked at each other, blushing, but neither of them hid their perky tits or hard nipples. "Sit on the bed," he told them, and they immediately complied.
They sat on the edge of the bed, and Harry placed his hands on their chests and gently pushed them back so they were lying on the bed with their legs hanging over the end. He pulled the heels from their feet and grabbed the waistband of Angela's panties. He slowly tugged them down her thighs and pulled them from her feet. She watched him, breathing heavily as he rubbed his thumb against the wet spot on the crotch of her silky panties. His eyes lowered from her perky tits, down her slender belly, and over her smooth, hairless mound. He dropped her panties on the ground and moved over to Jessica. Jessica was rubbing her panty-clad pussy while her eyes followed his bouncing cock. When he settled between her legs, she lifted her bottom, ready to have her light pink panties removed. Harry didn't disappoint. He slid them down her hips and legs, exposing her smooth mound and glistening, pink lips. He tossed her panties aside and reached between their legs. Both girls spread their legs and gasped when his fingers glided along their slick folds. Jessica cutely bit her lower lip while Angela's eyes fluttered. Outside, the storm was still raging, and he could hear pellets of hail hitting the motel room's windows.
"You girls may have to stay here tonight," Harry smirked at them while massaging their swollen clits with his thumbs. "Is that okay?"
"Oh, god, yes!" Angela gasped and ground her damp pussy against his fingers.
"Jessica?" Harry asked, looking down at her. Her back was arched, and her body was quivering. Her ample tits jiggled around, and her light-colored nipples were crinkled and stiff.
"Mhmm," she affirmatively hummed, still biting her lower lip. Her pussy was even wetter than Angela's.
"Good. Now, sit up," he said, moving to stand between them, and they pushed themselves up. Harry gently slid his hands behind their heads and guided their faces to his cock. Each of them took a side and began dragging their tongues along his length. From base to tip, they lathered his shaft with their saliva. Harry pressed the tip against Angela's mouth, and she instantly began sucking on it. Before she could get too far, Harry pulled out and did the same for Jessica. Jessica was a bit greedier and quickly began bobbing her head. Harry pulled out, and they looked up at him, their faces flushed pink with excitement. "Lie back, Jessica," Harry told the blonde.
Jessica did as she was told and dropped down with her legs spread, eagerly expecting her pussy to get stuffed. "Now, climb on top of her, Angela … Facing me," he told the brunette. Angela's face burned bright with embarrassment, but she was quick to follow his instructions.
Angela threw her leg over her friend and scooted down her body until they were in the sixty-nine position. Angela gasped when she felt Jessica's warm breath hitting her overheated pussy. Jessica's hot, fragrant pussy was right below her, and she could see the juices clinging to her womanly folds. Harry tilted her head upward by the chin, and Angela nearly lost herself in his smoldering gaze. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly. Angela moaned into his mouth and desperately tried to deepen the kiss. Ever since leaving Forks, every night she had dreamed of being in his arms again. Now that it was actually happening, her heart was thumping loudly in her chest in anticipation of what was to come. Harry kissed her lower lip and then her upper before pulling away. Harry then smiled sexily at her, which made her pussy drip on Jessica's face. "Lower yourself onto Jessica's mouth," he told her.
Angela's face grew hot, but she did as she was told. She slowly lowered her bottom down until she was practically sitting on Jessica's face. She felt her pussy touch her lips.
"Make her feel good, Jessica," he called out to the horny blonde while gently stroking her sopping wet cunt. He kept his eyes on Angela's pretty face, and when she suddenly gasped, he knew that Jessica had started licking her slick pussy. He then kissed Angela again as he penetrated Jessica to the hilt. He heard Jessica's muffled squeal as the head of his cock hit her g-spot. Harry then broke the kiss and pulled out of Jessica. He gently guided Angela's head down until she was cleaning the pussy juice from his shaft. Harry moaned as Angela's soft, full lips worked his shaft. Harry then slid his shaft from her mouth while Angela tried to keep it in. He slid back into Jessica and could feel her silky walls fluttering around him and gripping his shaft. His hips began to slowly piston back and forth while Angela looked up at him with a desperate look in her eyes.
"How does her tongue feel?" Harry teased her. Angela blushed madly and trembled as she straddled Jessica's face. He could hear Jessica slurping up her juices while moaning from getting fucked.
"G-Good," Angela stuttered and then shuddered hard. Her hips were now moving, and he could see that she was grinding herself against Jessica's mouth.
"Maybe you should return the favor," Harry told her while massaging Jessica's clit with his thumb. Angela bit her lip and slowly lowered her head. Harry took his thumb from her clit while Angela turned her head and rested the side of her face against Jessica's flat belly. From her angle, she had a close-up view of Jessica's pussy being stuffed. The smell of Jessica's arousal flooded her nostrils as her face inched closer to the point of penetration. Jessica's clit was hard and swollen, and when she finally flicked her tongue over it, she felt Jessica buck underneath her. Harry ran his fingers through her hair and gently scratched her scalp, sending shivers down her spine. Angela flicked her tongue over it again … and again. She then scooted closer and pressed her tongue hard against it. She wiggled her tongue around in a way that Angela herself enjoyed having someone perform on her. Jessica was gasping and moaning hard into her pussy, and the vibrations of her voice against her clit made it feel even better.
Harry smirked as he stared down at Angela, wiggling her tongue around Jessica's clit. Jessica was squirming badly as the duo worked on her together. It wasn't long before Harry felt her tighten around him and squeal into Angela's pussy. Harry pulled out of Jessica and scooped Angela into his arms. He flipped her over and laid her flat against Jessica's front. As she stared down into Jessica's eyes, Harry grabbed Angela's hips and lifted her ass. He slid the slick head of his cock up and down the length of her dripping slit and thrust forward when he reached her opening.
Jessica blushed wildly as she stared into her friend's eyes. Angela's mouth opened, and she cried out when Harry entered her. Her body began being jerked back and forth, and though she couldn't see it, she knew Angela was getting pounded from behind. Angela's top half collapsed onto her, and all Jessica could do was wrap her arms around her as she cried out in pleasure. "Jessica," she called out breathlessly as their hard nipples rubbed together. Jessica could smell the scent of her own pussy on Angela's lips, and the thought of it turned her on even more than she already was. It was strange that the two of them never fooled around when alone, but when they were with Harry, all their inhibitions seemed to vanish. Harry always seemed to bring out the sluts in both of them. There was no point in denying it. Jessica knew the best thing to do was just embrace it. She pulled Angela's head down and kissed her deeply. Angela didn't even try to stop it. In fact, her tongue slipped into Jessica's mouth right before she squealed through her first orgasm of the night.
Harry switched it up and re-entered Jessica, who was barely starting to come down from her orgasm. As soon as he entered her, her walls clamped down on him and massaged his thrusting shaft. Her waning orgasm immediately flared, and she squealed into Angela's mouth. They broke the kiss and stared into each others eyes as Harry took turns fucking them both. When one of them orgasmed, he immediately switched to the other. Before long, they were both a twisted pile of spasming bodies, and Harry showed no sign of slowing down. They both knew it would be a very long night, and they were both very eager to see it through.
Chapter 36
"How are you feeling?" Harry asked Bella as she packed a bag. The following day, Bella was finally going through with her ultimate plan of changing into a vampire. Harry had repeatedly tried to sway her decision, but she wouldn't have it. Bella was determined to become one of them. Truthfully, he didn't blame her. Given that she was constantly surrounded by people with supernatural powers, it made sense that she would want to join that club.
"Nervous and excited at the same time," she told him as she zipped up her bag. She wouldn't be seeing her bedroom for a while. After the change, she would need to stay away from Charlie until she had a good grasp on her bloodlust.
Bella had told her father that she was going on a tour of the world before eventually heading off to college the following year. As much as he didn't want her to go, Charlie knew he couldn't stop her. All he could do was tell her to keep safe and stay in contact with him, which Bella would. In reality, Bella would be undergoing the change at his private island, far away from any unsuspecting humans. Another reason they chose the island was the presence of the local wolf pack. Even though Bella fully consented to the change, it would still be a violation of the treaty. As such, they wanted to stay far away from the Quileute tribe to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings.
"Do you think I'll turn out pretty?" Bella suddenly asked as she looked at him. Harry shot her a small smile and chuckled.
"You're already pretty, Bella," he reminded her. Bella blushed and shook her head.
"I mean, pretty like Rosalie, Alice, and Esme," she clarified. Bella had always been intimidated by their beauty, and it could sometimes make her feel self-conscious. It was an understandable human emotion, Harry thought.
"I'm sure you'll be gorgeous," Harry kindly stated and stepped up behind her. He slid his hands underneath the front of her t-shirt and moved them up her soft, smooth belly. "I'm going to miss how soft and warm you are," he softly spoke into her ear as his hands found her braless breasts.
Bella shuddered and leaned back into him. Her hands trembled by her sides while he squeezed and kneaded her lovely tits. His fingertips grazed the delicate skin of the undersides of her breasts, which made her squirm against him. Her tight ass rubbed against the bulge in his trousers, and she squeaked when he lightly pinched and pulled on the stiff tips of her nipples. Moving her hand behind her ass, she began massaging his erection over his pants when suddenly, his trousers disappeared, leaving him fully naked. Without even thinking about it, she grabbed his shaft and started tugging it while the head was firmly lodged between her cheeks. "I'm supposed to be packing," Bella whined pitifully while working his cock.
"We've got all the time in the world for fun and games," he reminded her while sucking on the side of her neck.
Her long hair tickled his cheek and filled his nose with her sweet strawberry scent. Her feminine smell made his cock strain with need. Harry let go of her breasts and slid his hands back down her belly, tickling her belly button along the way. Bella moaned and arched her back, giving him plenty of room to unbutton her jeans. Once the zipper was down, Harry shoved his hand down the front of her jeans and panties in one go. It didn't stop until he was cupping the entirety of her smoldering hot pussy. Her tight quim was already damp and slippery, and it only took a single pass-through before his fingers were coated in her juices. He slipped two fingers into her, and her pussy immediately tightened around them. Bella whimpered when his thumb lightly brushed over her clit. Harry then pulled his hand from between her legs, and Bella was left breathing heavily.
She turned around to face him, but Harry spun her back around. "Why don't we have one last go in your old room? It'll be a positive memory to carry forward," Harry teased with his hands on her hips.
"I suppose that will be okay," Bella said through her heavy breaths, and he could hear the excitement in her voice. Harry smiled and knelt behind her. He grabbed the waistband of her jeans and tugged them down past her knees. Bella squeaked as her body was manhandled so vigorously. Harry then wrapped an arm around the front of her thighs and pushed her back. Bella leaned forward and rested her palms at the foot of her bed. Wide-eyed, she looked over her shoulder and watched as Harry leaned into her exposed ass.
Bella's breath hitched as Harry pressed his face right into her ass. As he pushed harder, her cheeks gave way and spread apart, and she could feel his warm breath on her pussy. She then heard him inhale deeply, and Bella couldn't stop the massive blush from forming on her pale cheeks. "I love the smell of your wet pussy," she heard him tease. Bella turned her head to hide her immense embarrassment. Still, she was secretly very glad that he enjoyed her aroused scent.
"T-Thank you," was all she could think to say. It was good to be polite after all. Harry chuckled and used his hands to spread her cheeks to the limit. With his face so close, she knew he could see every inch of her in great detail.
"You're welcome," he said, and she could hear the amusement in his voice. She then felt him lean in, and she jumped with a gasp when he kissed her directly on the pussy. The tip of his nose tickled her asshole, and Bella couldn't stop her eyes from fluttering, nor the whorish moan from escaping her full pink lips. Harry kissed one side of her pussy and sucked on one of her plump lips, making her back arch and spine tingle. He then moved to the other one.
"HHHaaa!" Bella gasped as his lips latched onto her fold and tugged on it. Her hands turned into fists as she gripped her bedsheets tightly, and she nearly collapsed forward when he dragged the tip of his tongue along the inner wall of her lip.
Bella could never understand why she acted like a complete slut whenever she was alone with Harry. Here she was, getting ready to start a new life with Edward, and instead of being in his loving embrace, she was bent over her bed while another man licked up and down the inside of the crack of her ass. It was perplexing. Bella squeaked and clenched his face with her cheeks when Harry lightly nipped at her sensitive skin.
She figured that she should just stop overanalyzing it and come to grips with the fact that she couldn't control herself around him. Anything he wanted, she was willing to give. The best part, in her humble opinion, was that he was willing to give her anything she desired in return. All she had to do was bury her embarrassment and insecurities and ask. Bella gathered her courage and reached behind her. "Can you lick me here, please?" she meekly asked as she brushed her finger over her puckering hole. She could have died of shame at that moment, but she just couldn't help herself. It felt really good when Harry licked her there.
"My, my," Harry teased in a sing-song voice. "You're a naughty one, aren't you?" he teased her again.
"S-Shut up," Bella whined. She was already embarrassed enough as it was. Harry chuckled and stood her up. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and Bella instantly lifted her arms over her head and allowed him to remove it. Her bare breasts came into view, and Harry took a quick second to lean in and suck on one of her hard, aching nipples. Once it was tossed aside, Harry gently lowered her onto the bed. Her jeans and panties were quickly tossed aside, leaving her completely nude and ready to be pleasured.
Harry pushed her legs up by the backs of her knees. "Hold them there," Harry ordered, and Bella did just that. Her legs were spread wide, and her knees were bent. She had a clear view down the middle of her legs, and she watched as Harry lowered himself until his mouth was in line with her upturned asshole. He looked at her with a smirk on his gorgeous face, and Bella's face heated up in return. Her body trembled as his pink tongue snaked out of his mouth. With bated breath, she waited as it inched ever closer. He then flicked the tip over her hole, and her breath caught in her throat, and her lower half bucked. Then the insufferable bastard moved away from her hole and kissed her smooth mound. There was a sudden spike of pleasure when he kissed right near her clit. With her body nearly folded in half, pussy juice was leaking from her slit and dripping over her clit, and Harry dutifully licked it clean. When his tongue brushed over it, Bella cried out, and her pussy began contracting.
"You must have been very worked up," Harry chuckled as his hands slid up her side, and he palmed her quivering breasts. He pinched the hard tips of her nipples and rolled them between his fingers, making the pleasure she felt even better.
"Mmhmm," Bella hummed and nodded while closing her eyes and basking in the intense pleasure while Harry massaged her clit with his magnificent tongue. Finally, his tongue began sliding down, first over her dripping slit, and then onto her other hole. Harry's mouth pressed against it, and his tongue flicked hard. Bella's eyes rolled into the back of her head as the sensitive nerves were stimulated. Over and over, he tongued her hole while Bella squirmed and curled her toes in pleasure. It only took a few minutes until she was cumming all over his face.
"Oh, god!" Bella cried out as her pussy lightly squirted in his face. Harry then dragged his tongue from her ass to her squirting pussy where he spent several minutes cleaning her up.
Bella brushed the hair from her sweaty forehead as her chest rose and fell with every labored breath. Harry crawled on top of her with a hungry look in his eyes. Bella's legs parted, and he settled between them. The heat of his hard cock was intense as it lay against her lower belly. Bella ran her bare feet up the backs of his thighs and rested them on his hips. Her arms slipped over his shoulders and around the back of his neck. Harry leaned in, kissed her, and moved his hips back. When the head of his cock slid down to her opening, he thrust forward, causing Bella to moan into his mouth as her walls were stretched wide.
"Go slowly," Bella softly said after breaking the kiss and staring deep into his eyes. Bella wanted him to make love to her, and Harry was more than willing to accommodate her sensual request. His hips slowly started moving, and her walls hugged him tighter than they ever had. Bella buried her face in the crook of his neck and shuddered when the thick, bulbous head of his cock bumped into her g-spot, causing her slick walls to flutter wildly. She hadn't fully come down from her first orgasm, so it wasn't a surprise when she immediately began cumming again. Lightly biting down on his sweet-smelling skin, Bella whimpered in pleasurable bliss as his long, thick shaft slowly but determinedly pistoned into her. She could feel her walls squeezing him, not wanting to let go. Her body desperately wanted to be filled by him, and she was certain it would soon get its wish.
"Harry," she called his name through a gasping breath. Harry tilted her head back and kissed her sweetly. Her legs slid around his waist, trapping him in place as he continuously thrust into her. All the way through her orgasm, he never stopped. She suddenly felt his hip start to move faster, and her orgasm went into overdrive. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out while her pussy clamped down in an attempt to choke him. Squealing loudly, her body thrashed and trembled underneath him, and still, his hips moved faster. Suddenly, Bella felt warmth flood into her, and she could feel him shudder through his release. Bella's eyes were fluttering, and her head was spinning from the amazing orgasm he provided. Even so, she still laid a soft kiss on his shoulder to let him know how much he meant to her. Bella only hoped that he would enjoy her body just as much once she was turned.
Chapter 37
Harry examined Bella, who was lying peacefully on the bed. She looked as beautiful as ever, and Harry was a bit saddened by the fact that he would never see her human face again. Her eyes were closed, and her body remained perfectly still. Edward was standing close by, as were the rest of the Cullen family. As she had just been envenomed, it would take a while before any noticeable changes occurred. "She's fine," Harry told them, who were eagerly looking on. "I'm keeping her from feeling any pain, so hopefully it's like a peaceful sleep for her."
"That's good to hear," Carlisle said with a pleased smile. "Under normal circumstances, the pain is … unbearable," he said, remembering back to when he had gone through it. Everyone else nodded in agreement.
"So, I'm guessing it will take a few days for it to finish?" Harry asked him.
"That's the usual timeline," Carlisle nodded.
"Alright. There's no point in standing here watching her. She's in good hands," Harry assured them. Of course, Edward remained at her side, but everyone else went to the living room to wait. Harry left the beach house for a nice walk along the coast. He was unsurprised when Tanya, Kate, and Irina quickly joined his side. Tanya and Irina each grabbed an arm and held it to their chests.
"This is a beautiful island," Tanya said as she stared at the moonlight bouncing off the dark surface of the ocean.
"Yeah. You should bring us here more often," Kate said with a sexy smile. She was walking right behind him, and she was so close that he could feel her icy breath on the back of his neck.
"Whenever you want," Harry promised, and Irina hugged his arm tighter. His bicep had slipped between her covered breasts, and it didn't feel like she was about to let go any time soon. She then leaned in and nuzzled his cheek with the tip of her nose.
"Why don't we find a nice, secluded spot and go for a midnight swim?" she seductively suggested. Kate and Tanya were all for it. Harry chuckled and agreed.
"That sounds like a plan," he said with a smile, and all four disappeared. They reappeared on the far side of the island, far away from the house. As soon as their feet touched the sand, all three women began stripping down. Harry watched as articles of clothing hit the ground, and when it was done, three gorgeous women stood there, their bodies reflecting the moonlight. With barely a thought, his clothes disappeared, and Irina was the first to step up.
Her body pressed against his, and he could feel her hard nipples grazing his chest while she reached down and gripped his shaft. Her talented fingers wrapped around the base, and she started tugging it while Tanya and Kate joined his side. Their hands were immediately on him, caressing his skin and exploring his muscles.
"I love how warm you are," Tanya whispered into his ear as her hand slowly crept down his belly. It continued downward until she found his sack. She cupped it in her palm, and Irina dropped down to her knees. Tanya started massaging his balls, and Harry moaned when Irina kissed the tip of the head. More kisses soon followed, and before long, Irina had the entire head in her mouth.
"So do I," Kate agreed while rubbing her naked tits all over his bicep.
He knew she was rubbing her nipples against him on purpose. Part of it was to excite him, but another reason was that she loved having them played with. Harry's hand slid between her legs, and he easily found her damp slit. His fingers moved back and forth, sliding against her moist flesh. Kate shuddered and moaned when his fingers grazed her clit. Harry pressed his fingers down on the little knob and moved them around. Kate cried out in pleasure and ground her aching nipples against his arm. She then looked down at Irina, who had started bobbing her head. It amazed her how well she could take his monster down her throat. Her full, pink lips had made a tight seal around his shaft, and she pushed her head forward until her face was pressed against his lower belly. She kept her head there and shook it from side to side before pulling back, revealing that his shaft was damp with her saliva. Her mouth was still firmly wrapped around his thick, bulbous head, and she tilted her head up to catch his attention.
It worked, and Harry looked down at her. Irina slowly bobbed her head, sucking on only the head. Harry groaned when he felt her tongue swirling all around it. When the tip of her tongue reached the underside of his head, she flicked it over and over, making him shudder with pleasure. Tanya didn't like that he wasn't paying much attention to her, so she gently grabbed his chin and turned his head to face her. When he was facing her, she leaned in and shoved her tongue into his mouth.
Kate wasn't done either. She grabbed his hand and wiggled her hips until two of his fingers had slipped between her arousal-slickened lips. Harry had his palm facing upward, so when Kate began rolling her hips and riding his fingers, the rest of his hand rubbed against the rest of her pussy and clit. Within seconds, his palm was soaked in her juices.
"It's my turn, Irina!" Tanya declared after she finished sucking on Harry's tongue. Irina either wasn't listening or outright ignored her. She was power sucking his cock like there was no tomorrow. Harry heard the telltale, "Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!" coming from her throat with every thrust of her face. Harry slid his hand down Tanya's back and cupped her ass. His fingers slipped between her cheeks, and he tickled her asshole, making her whole body shudder with delight.
She had finally had enough and joined Irina on her knees. She jerked her body to the side, pushing Irina away from his cock. "Hey!" Irina called out, annoyed with Tanya's actions. Tanya didn't seem to care one bit, though. She took over by popping his head into her mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop while her hand worked the base. Harry moaned and threaded his fingers through her thick, luxurious hair. Tanya looked quite pleased with the results of her actions. Irina huffed in annoyance but let it go. Instead, she tucked her head lower and found his swaying sack. She pressed her luscious lips to it and sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
Kate then turned Harry's head, and she, too, spent the next few minutes with her tongue in his mouth. Harry's hand left Tanya's hair and moved to Kate's chest. She moaned into his mouth while having her tight pussy fingered and her perky tits played with. He brushed his thumb over the hard, crinkled tip of her nipple, making her chitter into his mouth. Down below, Tanya let go of his cock with a wet pop. "I'm so wet," she gasped. It was her way of letting him know that she was ready for more.
Letting go of Kate, Harry grabbed Tanya and led her to a nearby palm tree. Tanya chittered in delight when she was bent over. Grabbing the trunk of the tree, she looked over her shoulder and wiggled her bottom as Harry lined up. With one swift motion, she was penetrated to the hilt, causing her loud, pleasured squeal to echo across the treetops and send the tropical birds flying in fright. "Keep going!" she begged, opening her legs wider.
"You'd better be quiet or the Cullens will hear," Harry chuckled as he tightly gripped her thin waist. Irina and Kate moved to each side of him, staring down at Tanya's stuffed pussy. Her taut, hairless lips were stretched wide, and they could see her pussy pulsating around his shaft.
"Don't care!" she squeaked when Harry pulled back and thrust forward. "Let them hear it!" she gasped and then cried out when the head of his cock bumped her g-spot. Irina rolled her eyes while Kate snickered, "She's such a slut."
"You're just jealous," Tanya moaned as Harry pulled back. As his cock slid back, they could see that it was absolutely dripping with juices. Irina couldn't stop herself from reaching down and brushing her fingers along the length of his wet shaft. Kate was pressed against his side, kissing his shoulder and caressing his belly. Harry then began really moving his hips.
Tanya's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she squeezed the tree trunk so hard that some of the wood was crushed into pulp. She loved feeling the exact shape of his cock as it scraped her walls and brushed against her most pleasurable spots. She could feel the ridge of his domed helmet tickling her from the inside. Irina suddenly jumped up and straddled Tanya's back. Facing Harry, she smirked and spread her legs, showing off her own dripping pussy. "Irina!" Tanya cried out, annoyed at being used as a table. Irina giggled loudly and slid her fingers down her light pink slit.
Harry's eyes lowered and locked onto Irina's slick, shiny lips while he fucked Tanya with rapid thrusts of his magnificent cock. Irina shot him a sensual look and used two fingers to spread herself apart. Her folds parted, and he discovered that her inner lips were even wetter than the outer ones. A fat drop of pussy juice dripped down and rolled onto her winking asshole. Keeping her lips open, she used the fingers of her free hand to rub circles over her swollen clit. Her gorgeous eyes fluttered, and she threw her head back and moaned. Kate had moved on from his shoulder and was kissing down his chest and belly. Her hand crept between his legs, and she palmed his balls as his hips swung back and forth.
Irina arched her back and moaned. She was dripping all over Tanya's bucking back and rolling down her ribs. Harry wasn't sure if it was exciting her even more than she already was, but her pussy had a chokehold on his shaft. The fluttering of her walls felt incredible, and Kate's massaging of his sack made it all feel even better. Irina then slipped two fingers in and curled them upward. Her hand jerked up and down, and he could hear the wet squelching of her damp flesh. Her perky tits bounced and jiggled while she cutely bit her lower lip. The scent of her arousal drifted into his nose, which made his hips move even faster, much to Tanya's delight. "Harder! Faster!" she begged, and Harry eagerly complied with her wishes.
Kate shuddered from the heavy smell of sex wafting from between Tanya's spread legs. Her face was so close that it was impossible to smell. She rolled Harry's sack in her hand while her other hand caressed any part of him that it could reach. Wanting to taste him, she dragged her tongue over his hip and leaned in further. Her tongue wiggled over the soft skin of his belly, and unable to hold on any longer, she removed her hand from his ass and moved it between her legs. Her fingers found her hard clit, and she lightly pinched and rolled it, sending a shock of pleasure up her spine. Tanya then squealed loudly, and her body began to tremble. Kate knew that she was orgasming. She had heard and seen her cum on Harry's cock a thousand times before. Harry then pulled his hips back, and Kate watched as his slippery cock slipped from Tanya's cumming pussy. He turned to the side, presenting his messy shaft to her. Without thinking, she wrapped her lips around the head and pushed her head forward. The flat of her tongue slid along the bottom of his shaft, and Kate once again tasted Tanya's flavor. Keeping her lips sealed tight, she bobbed her head faster and faster until it was practically a blur. She loved hearing him moan, and when he finally grunted, Kate prepared herself for her nightly treat.
Hot cum squirted into her mouth and slid down her throat. She expertly drank it down while continuing to suck him off. Her hand clenched his throbbing sack, trying to squeeze every last drop from him. Once she had swallowed everything, she reluctantly let him fall from her mouth. She was unsurprised to see that he was still as hard as a rock. She squealed in excitement when Harry lifted her and dropped her down on his shaft, his hands firmly gripping her tight ass. She giggled happily and snuggled into him, letting him have his fun. All four would continue having fun late into the night, while the Cullen women waited in the house, annoyed that they had to sit there listening to all the squeaks and squeals of pleasure and knowing that they were unable to steal any of that pleasure for themselves.
Chapter 38
As the sunset hit his private island, Bella's transformation was nearing its end. Everything had gone as planned, and the only thing left to do was wait. With nothing else to do, Harry let his mind wander. He drifted far from the secluded island paradise and the soft crackle of changing bones. His thoughts crossed seas and continents, moving faster than the speed of light. Sometimes, he projected his mind far and wide just to see what was going on in the world. Tonight, however, all his focus settled on a single city … Volterra, Italy.
He found Aro, one of the ancient rulers of the vampire world, hiding far below the surface of the earth. The air was thick and cold, and the arched ceilings and walls were lined with ancient stone. His mind's eye floated through one corridor after another, finally settling in a chamber so deep that no human bomb could ever hope to penetrate it. There, in a room almost perfectly round and reinforced like a bank vault, Aro nervously lurked. He was hunched over a stack of old books, muttering to himself, and his eyes darted to every shadow that flickered across the wall. The room was empty except for a heavy iron table and a single mahogany chair. On the far side of the room, a thick metal door was the only way in or out. It was firmly closed. Aro's newly developed paranoia had become legendary among the rest of the Volturi, and he had spent days fortifying himself against the next attack. Harry barely had to try to slip inside the room. His godly powers kept him invisible and undetectable.
As Harry entered, he took a second to scan the chamber. It was almost laughable in its austerity. There were no rugs or tapestries, and the only things flammable were the clothes on his back. The books were encased in iron, and the chair's leather seat was replaced with an asbestos mesh. There was even an elaborate sprinkler system with pipes as thick as a man's arm and a reservoir of water in the ceiling. If Harry weren't so annoyed with Aro, he might have admired the craftsmanship. Instead, he watched as Aro continued to mutter, his fingers drumming on the shiny, metal table top. Harry decided to have some fun.
Harry started with a mouse squeak. The imitation was so perfect that even the mice in Volterra would have believed it. The sound bounced against the stone and steel, echoing just enough to make Aro doubt its origin. Aro snapped his head up, his pale eyes flicking from wall to wall. He stood with unnatural stillness, listening. Harry let the silence stretch, then added a second squeak. This one was higher-pitched and closer to the door. Aro's lips drew back in a subtle snarl.
"Who's there?" Aro called, his voice filled with annoyance.
There was no answer. Harry let the tension build, then, with a twitch of his finger, he sent a metallic thud reverberating through the door. It echoed like a battering ram and made Aro jump. Aro stalked toward the door, but then hesitated, his hand hovering over the manual locks. He held his breath. Harry could almost hear his thoughts. 'It could be an enemy. It could be a trap. It could be nothing.' But the sound came again, louder this time. Someone was definitely knocking on the door. Aro braced himself, yanked the locks free, and swung the door open so fast it slammed into the wall behind it.
The corridor outside was empty and silent. On the ground, directly in front of the doorway, was a small, smoldering package. It looked harmless at first, except for the fact that it was beginning to smoke from a small ember glowing near the base. Aro stared at the bag as if it were a live grenade. His face twisted with panic.
He saw the faint, sinister shine of oil leaking out of the bottom. He made a split-second calculation. If it were a bomb, it would be better to stamp it out now before it could ignite the entire corridor. He lunged forward, pinning the package beneath his boot. Flames shot up around the edge, licking at the bottom parts of his legs. The fire hurt. Aro wasn't immune to pain, after all, but he was more afraid of the package exploding than some temporary discomfort. He stomped harder and harder, crushing the package until it was a greasy, charred layer on the stone. Black smoke billowed up, and Aro bared his teeth, refusing to show discomfort even in an empty corridor. Then, as the flames died down, a new scent filled the air.
It was not the smell of burning paper or the chemical sharpness of kerosene. It was something far more primal, more ancient than even Aro himself. Aro leapt back, repulsed. At first, he didn't believe it. He bent down, peered at the smoldering pile, and saw the evidence oozing from the charred mess. His eyes went wide with horror. He looked up and down the corridor for the culprit, but found nothing. Harry, still invisible, stood just a few feet away, savoring every expression that flickered across the ancient vampire's face.
"DOG DOO!" Aro shrieked. His voice echoed up and down the stone chambers, a sound so undignified that Harry nearly broke his own cover to laugh out loud. Aro spun in a full circle, scanning the corridor, and hissed, "Caius! Marcus! We have been breached!" He stomped his foot again, this time out of rage, and the blackened mess splattered up onto his trousers. He recoiled, then began cursing in three different languages, each more archaic than the last.
From his invisible vantage point, Harry was delighted. He waited in place, letting Aro's tantrum play out. The ancient vampire lord scraped the bottom of his shoe along the ground, leaving a nasty smear across the polished stone. He then ran back into the bunker, slamming and locking the door behind him. For a full minute, he stood with his back against the door, breathing heavily. His dignity had taken a serious hit. He muttered a dozen different insults under his breath, each one directed at the unknown tormentor. Some of those insults were very personal, and Harry couldn't help but take offense.
Harry snapped his fingers, and Aro's mind emptied for a brief second. A wave of disorientation swept through him, and the effect was so instant that he staggered, dropping the antique book he'd been clutching. The book hit the tabletop with a clang. Aro clapped his hands to his temples, trying to force his focus back together. He blinked furiously, his crimson eyes rolled back in their sockets. For a second, the only sound in the room was Aro's groan of discomfort. Then came a new sound. It was so loud and deep that Aro snapped upright.
BOOM.
It was a single, concussive slam, loud enough to make the metal table vibrate beneath his hands and the thick iron door shudder in its frame. The echo ricocheted around the circular chamber, making his eardrums throb. Aro whipped his head around, causing his hair to fly over his shoulders. He stared at the wall directly opposite the door. It was a wall lined with stone blocks quarried almost a thousand years before. His gaze moved from the blackened joints to the hairline cracks that spiderwebbed across the surface. He stuffed the book back into its iron cradle and stood, his hands twitching at his sides.
A second blow struck even harder, and this time the dust didn't just drift from the cracks. It rained down in a visible cloud, dusting the table, his hands, and the floor beneath his feet. It was as if a battering ram was pounding its way through.
Aro stumbled backward, colliding with the edge of the table. He hissed, baring his teeth, and prepared to run for the door. But then the wall itself buckled, the ancient stones caving inward. A third blow shattered the wall completely, flooding the room with rubble and a sudden, cold wind from the tunnel beyond.
From the newly formed breach, a monstrous shape emerged. At first, it was just a blur of black limbs … eight of them, glistening with disgusting wetness and bending at terrible angles. As it stepped through the hole, Aro saw what it was. It was a spider, only larger than any that had ever existed. Its body was the size of a small carriage, and its legs were monstrous and spiny, each as thick as Aro's own leg. Its spherical red eyes glittered like freshly spilled blood. It clicked its mandibles, and it sounded like steel hitting steel. It was a sound more chilling than any he had ever heard, and it began to crawl forward over the rubble with a disturbing grace.
Aro stumbled back, adrenaline flooding his body. His feet scrabbled on the floor, and he wrenched his gaze from the creature and spun toward the door. He flipped every lock with supernatural speed, but he was unable to unlock the last one. He tried again, and again, it wouldn't budge. Harry snickered as he wiggled his finger at the panicking vampire. For one dreadful moment, he was trapped while the spider stalked closer.
His panic reached a crescendo. Aro drew a breath and screamed. It was a piercing, high-pitched, shrieking note that echoed up the corridor, and then, in desperation, he leapt backward from the door, intending to ram his way through with blunt force. The spider surged into the vault, its huge legs scraping and gouging the stone. It reared up, and its entire front half lifted. The monstrous spider slammed its front legs on the floor. The impact cracked the stone and sent vibrations up Aro's feet and into his skull.
He tried again for the door, this time using sheer brute force. He slammed his shoulder into the thick metal, hoping to make a quick escape, but the door did not yield. At the last moment, as the spider loomed above him and was poised to strike, Aro tried one last time. He threw his full force into the door, but unfortunately, the door simply disappeared. It vanished, as if it were never there. Aro's momentum sent him tumbling through the now-empty doorway, and he slipped on the still-slimy patch of dog shit left from Harry's previous prank. He skidded, arms flailing, and crashed headfirst into the stone wall of the corridor, leaving a sizable dent in both.
He lay sprawled on the floor, dazed, for half a second. The stench of burnt shit and singed paper filled his nostrils. As he pushed himself up, the spider reached the empty doorway and began ripping at the metal frame, clicking and hissing with a terrifying hunger.
Aro screamed again, this time with less dignity and more raw terror. He sprinted down the corridor and into the upper levels of the castle. The spider gave chase, screeching menacingly the whole way.
Immortals
Above, in a lavish hall lined with velvet drapes and gold-leafed mirrors, the rest of the Volturi were holding a council meeting. Caius, Marcus, and a dozen lesser members were clustered around a long table, sipping blood from antique goblets and discussing the mental decline of their leader.
"I told you …," Caius said, "... the paranoia has become self-defeating. He trusts no one, not even …"
"My lord!" shrieked one of the guards, bursting into the room so quickly he nearly tripped over his own feet. "Aro is in peril!"
Before anyone could react, Aro himself careened through the double doors, clutching the sides of his head and shrieking, "There's a creature after me! It's in the walls! It's in the walls!" His eyes were wild, and his lips frothed with spittle.
The entire council stared at him in absolute shock. Some rose to their feet, others simply gawked. "Don't just stand there!" Aro howled, pointing a shaking finger down the corridor. "Do something! It's coming for us all!"
There was a pause and a moment of mutual confusion, before the rest of the Volturi realized that Aro was not just panicking … he was deranged. He was completely and utterly unhinged. Caius raised one eyebrow and asked, "What are you wearing?" Nobody saw Harry invisibly standing there with a smirk on his handsome face. Harry jabbed his finger at Aro, and his eyes suddenly became less glossy.
Aro, still hyperventilating, glanced down and finally saw it. His robes were gone, and they were replaced by a pair of cutoff Daisy Dukes so short they revealed nearly all of his translucent thighs, and a pair of pink, glittery, five-inch stilettos. He lifted a hand to his chest, only to discover that his usual elegant shirt was replaced with a mesh halter top with rhinestones spelling out "Juicy" across the front.
Marcus, a vampire who had once led armies into battle and crushed empires without blinking, sniffed the air with regal disdain and wrinkled his nose. "Did you shit yourself?" he asked, his voice flat. The other Volturi snickered behind their hands, and one or two openly cackled.
Aro's eyes went red with rage. He reached for the nearest goblet and hurled it at the wall. The blood splattered artfully against the expensive wallpaper. "WHO DID THIS?" he screamed as the veins bulged out on his pale throat. "WHO DARES TO MOCK ME?"
For a moment, Harry considered pranking him some more, but he decided that Aro's dignity had suffered enough. He let the illusion fade. Harry left Aro screaming and stamping his stilettoed feet in the middle of the council chamber and retreated from the scene.
Aro, sensing that the laughter would destroy him faster than any enemy, spun on his heel and stormed back through the corridors, nearly slipping twice on his own high heels. He descended to the lowest levels of the bunker, locked himself in, and spent the next several hours plotting. He made a list of possible enemies and revenge strategies. Practically everyone he knew was on the list.
Harry took a moment to savor his triumph. He knew there would be consequences. Aro would never let such an insult pass without retaliation, but he also knew that the Volturi were more rattled than they pretended to be. There was nothing Aro could do without Harry knowing about it. Whatever Aro tried next would undoubtedly backfire spectacularly, and Harry couldn't wait.