The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: 6. Heart
Pen name: goldenmeadow
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: M (mature themes and violence)
V, cheers my love!
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***WARNING!! This is OOC, AU, and really quite dark***
Heart
Circa 2006
Forks, Washington
Edward
Laid out upon the monstrosity of our bed, lit by the shanking roundness of the moon through my windows, Bella was naked.
Waiting.
I had promised her this, to take her life, in fair trade.
Bile rose from out of nowhere and commingled with venom, my teeth like whetstone against liquid and the blades sharpening with want.
If I was able to see within the bone confines of her sternum, I would have watched her heart pulsating. Deep alizarin, lusty pulp. Calling to mind her scorching sex in the throes of climax that she brought herself to when she believed I was away or simply unawares.
Silly Bella.
Smelling the twining tincture of excited blood and thrilled sex, I stood just inside the bedroom door and wiped a sliver of drool from my lips that hardened from cushions to crystal.
Crusty with passion, my nose flared to her fragrance, my mouth curled into a tense smirk.
Thump, thump, thump.
Catching sight of me, bare hard and bold, languishing and enjoying the replenishing vision of her tits, exposed, her legs, opening, her neck, contracting, Bella reached out and breathed, "Edward, I'm ready."
Are you, Bella? Are you really?
I couldn't quell the venom that dripped like a copperhead's bite from my incisors at the feast that was almost in my mouth.
Unable to deflate the rigid stiffness of my cock that would know, at the same time, her pussy sliding over me, I beat the wall with the side of my fist and was glad that only Carlisle remained in the Cullen manse.
Striding to the bed, my cock bobbing against air, I was going to touch her sweet, fresh body inside and out.
Thud, thud, thud.
Bella had been asking for this since she first learned of my immortality, my static physical being. She wanted to remain the same age as me, was disgusted by the idea of growing old, becoming a wrinkled old doddering, blue rinsed, hard-of-hearing geriatric.
On one hand, I thought it was pure vanity; but on the other, the vision of Bella smelling stale and stinking of incontinence with cataracts dimming her eyes did not much appeal to me either.
Disregarding thoughts of a long, drawn-out future with her, I denied her every request – after all, an eternity was an awfully long time to spend with one person -- until the shrewd vixen came up with a transaction to torment my young, and very virile, body.
A master of control, I knew I was more than capable of fucking her as a mere mortal woman, but Bella would hear none of it. Of course not. Stubborn, sexy, forthright, Bella used every erotic ploy in her arsenal to shake me down and convince me to take her life, making her my mate forever.
The first time we would have sex would be during her metamorphosis into a vampire. Otherwise, Bella would not let me touch her intimately no matter how much I goddamn dazzled her or professed my undying love.
Pump, pump, pump.
A stunning vision in nudity, Bella was a celestial thing. Formed of constellations, she was a star that would burn out with a bright orgasmic flash before her time, only to live on like a burst nebula that still echoed in the dark night sky eons after its final fireworks.
I skimmed my hand over her flesh, breezily whispering my palm to the swollen pink nipples, pushing with my long index and middle fingers down upon the top of the pebbling pearlish tit, hushing along her navel that was a small swell waving to my caress, smoothing like a feather around her girlish hips.
Bella's back, a fragile vertebral construction, arched up as I bent down and engulfed one succulent creamy orb into my mouth. Toxin swilled over my teeth and filled my mouth. Oh so fucking achingly softly, I scraped my teeth up her tit and released the globe that was now glistening and completely moist. I lapped at her nipples and suckled them into my mouth, running the slicing razors of my teeth back and forth, back and forth before I licked her damp cleavage.
Idly swiping along her inner thighs, splaying skin that would melt like softened butter with just the slightest force of my fingers, I played with her. I wanted Bella pleasured enough to be wet and ready and distracted from the dual intrusion to come. Any hindrance to my plan to fuck her and suck her was unacceptable; even Bella's discomfort that would surely come from the sheer volume of my erection was deplorable.
I ran my hand over and over her sleek contours until she was gasping and stretched taut, and my fingers were nicely glossed over.
Engorged, Bella's heart drove out a fresh river of blood that lit the effluvial deltas of her body while I pushed my index finger into the blazing recess of her pussy and siphoned sticky honey from her clit. With pitiful, puny strength, she tried to snatch my head further against her with her knees at my ears and her hands ripping, harmlessly, at my hair.
I growled through her and swatted thosepesky hands away, took her calves and manacled them to the mattress, "Just let me eat you, Bella." My tone was so abyssal that is caused soundwaves of lust to roll like currents outward from my inhabitance between her thighs.
Prodding, sucking, niftily biting, fingering her solid, I took Bella to the edge and made an aperitif of her luxurious humidity.
I felt like a sommelier drowning in the finest vintage wines.
Only I was a more devilish Dionysus, feasting from the savagery of her fucking arousal and preparing to dine from her flesh, all with her agreement.
Pound.
Pound.
Pound.
Her throbbing heart, that meaty, beating organ, and my fingers stroking fast inside of her, out and around, begged with revenant sound.
As her legs jumped against my iron hold and her hips danced before me, as her orgasm overtook her and her juicy essence was slung down my throat paving the way for the blood to come, Bella thrashed like a heaving sweaty monster; like a newborn brought to bear by the savagery of initial bloodlust!
"Edward! EDWARD!" But for the dank, rusky quality of her sexified voice, she would have been screeching. I wanted her to be quiet so I could enjoy my appetizer, to tell her that it was rude to talk unless first spoken to.
Bella's body still jerked as I sat back and away, dismounted her legs and then the bed. A post-coital masterpiece, she licked her thirsty lips and watched me through eyes that were the color of the insides of the earth. Soon they would be the very hue of volcanic eruptions and cooling jetting lava.
Holding my growing cock in one hand, I touched its weeping tip to her breasts, plucked it along her nipples, housed it between her tits and hissed at the purchase of insanely plush hills still wet from my venomous saliva. Stroked into the shards of her hipbones. Her hands came up to make a bowl around my smooth balls, causing a dark moan to fall from my gaping mouth, "Bella." I smirked as she made a quick recovery. This might not be so bad after all.
Grasping me by my sac, she encouraged me to my knees on the oversized bed, stole her free hand up my inner thighs, gouging with her fingernails but not making a dent as she prodded my legs further apart. Grabbing my wrist that was still bound by fist to my shaft, Bella pushed the distended head of my cock to her red mouth that blossomed outward. Blanketing back and forth over me, running the kitten tip of her tongue over the slit and dipping in, before letting her lips fall lax and open and over me just to the hard ridge of my head, Bella tongued all around and my dick distended yet more!
A sultry murmur tangled down the ridged weapon of my erection, "Mmmm, gorgeous, Edward. I know you are meant to be mine." Words failed me. Denying myself this pleasure would be utterly futile. The berry bright of her lips made a fruitful snack of my cock; I placed one hand at the nape of her perspiring neck and the other gingerly through her hair, and settled in to watch.
Her mouth, soft as thistle and dandelion fluff, enclosed me, her lips plumped out and looked divine, they fucking felt sublime!
Though my erection was raging hard, I felt malleable, made human through her touch just as Bella would be made tough, unyielding, a vampire, from mine.
I needed to cum at someone else's ministrations. I could make a fast recovery too.
I felt as if a trickle of civility was flowing, haltingly, back into my barren chest cavity.
Thrump.
Thrump.
Thrump.
Was that my heart?
I shook my head, delirious with the sting of my balls scrunching up into inscrutable orgasm, so tight that there was no other release but to cum straight down Bella's throat, starting in small drops that grew to an overflowing deluge that slid down and leaked out, down to her pointed chin.
"BELLA! FUCK!" Now it was I who was being rude and forgetting to use my indoor voice.
With a shudder I pulled out of her mouth, away from her face that was red and aglow with her hard work. I palmed her shoulders and laid her flat out, as if on a marble slab. Dilated to near black, so aroused that her pupils could no longer see straight, Bella was somnolently graceful. Beautiful and elegant as she had never been before.
Thud….thud…thud. So turned on that her heart disobeyed the shaking of her limbs and sought to stall before its due time.
I massaged her breast, relit the fire of her blood.
Trip, trip, trip, she sped up again, just enough to welcome me with open arms and spread legs and dripping pussy.
This was decadent and completely irresponsible! I didn't even know with any real certainty if I would still want to be with Isabella Swan in a month from now, let along a fucking century! Carlisle had counseled me against this….but I took no heed, had paid no mind.
And I just didn't care. I was hopeless and hapless and guided by my human hormones that I had less control over than my vampire's lethal instincts.
As if beguiled, Bella took my entrance assuredly. Until I hit the breaking point. I could have stopped. But I didn't. Pressing forward, slowly, I ruptured through and watched her outward pain at my trespassing that was as apparent as the fist-tight clenching of her ripply inner body that gripped my cock and tried to thrust me out all at the same time!
I was in her, fully rooted, and I was going no-fucking-where. Expelling fresh air that drenched Bella with ignited concupiscence, I licked her shoulder up to her messy locks and whispered through strained breaths, "You asked for this, love."
Biting her lower lip, she nodded in accord. That's my girl.
Gathering the small of her back in one hand and her ripe ass in the other, I pulled her roughly and straighter to me. And observed with satisfaction when her spine stretched out, bones popping, marrow saturating, her long wavy hair mopping up the pillows she was suspended over.
Beginning a gentle glide, I came out of her, looked down at my cock that shook to a steel rod and toyed with it over her lips until we were both polished and priapic and pussy-bright and slippery again.
A soft rhythm started. In, pulse, out, wait. Every so often I beat into her faster, coarse and beginning to feel violence scratching under my concrete skin.
PUMP, PUMP, PUMP.
I lipped her mouth, bit her bottom lip, just a taste of the gruesomeness to come. Laved her nipples and she swiveled her hips until her clit bounced in time over my pubic bone.
As I sunk over Bella, first between her thighs that were blinding white hills and through her vivid, wet, and diluted red pussy, then over her lean gazelle-like neck, stretched out like a fine wire that was about to be snapped, and glowing a cascade of blue rivulets at the turf of her tissue, I gloried in her tiny whimpers of orgasm.
She wanted to whip her head from side to side, but that would just be messy.
Moving just my hips, thrusting over and over, I caged Bella's skull, my fingers a jail keeping her still. A little nibble, a small tuck, and then I could withhold my hunger no longer! Opening wide over her throat, her milky blood thinned with my venom, hit my cheeks, sloshed down my throat. Unbelievably, the ceaseless flow tasted of innocence, want, dedication, hope, ecstasy…all the severed permutations of love.
I heard myself grunting and her sighing.
Jesus Christ!
Slurp.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Now I understood why Bella was my singer. Her cantante surge was a thick, hot, rich, toothsome stream of love!
Devoted to me so deeply, with such immediacy that it polluted her blood! She couldn't not love me, she was meant to be my woman and my singer; the two fates were knotted.
Thump, thump, thump.
I was certain that was my heart, kicking against the trappings of death and trying to rise, like Lazarus, once again.
An epiphany so clean and clear and sharp that I ceased gulping her into the charred innards of my body immediately. I had no choice but to love her! Bella was now inside of me just as my toxin, the sudden powerful slurry of ejaculation, jetted into her.
Her emulation and adoration poured out on the threads of oozing blood that flowed over the fast coagulating ligatures of her neck. Decanted into my parched veins, her emotions jolted my still heart like a shot of epinephrine. Sealing the wounds I had opened all over her suddenly taut, comatose form, I made haste but never squandered movement, never became sloppy. The material of skin that kept her immobile was immediately precious.
And I should have known this before.
My head ached. My heart pounded, stilted, stuttered as if from an arrhythmia.
I tried to push some of Bella's humanity back inside of her, because fucking frankly, this hurt too much to bear.
She was ten thousand times stronger than I!
Open your eyes!
Only one hour in, and I was a desperate mess, pleading with Bella to just open her fucking eyes.
Carlisle looked in, observed my wretched state and his thoughts were quietly filled with my own grotty comeuppance.
I should have fucking understood!
Pump…
pump…
p..u…m….p
I was wrong….I love her!
Was I too late?
Her heart died.
Hours later, days may have passed. I didn't have a fucking clue. I just sat and watched her, soothed her burning skin and listened to the harrowing balking screams that caved her chest and cowled out of her throat, unseeingly and unremittingly.
Thump
Thump
Thump
She was awakening.
A shift of lily-white limbs, long and curved and perfectly womanly.
Too late.
She was frightening in her imperial beauty. Ravaging in her tainted desires.
I was wrong, everything was not going to be all-
My thoughts were cut off as Bella rose from the bed-cum-casket.
Pure streaming hatred and a wish to feel cruelty at her new hands washed over her longer, leaner, rounder, harder body.
Like mahogany, her hair wafted in regal waves, teasing her nipples and listing over her back that I would never be able to bend to my will again.
Sunlight worshipped her; made her a dancing, hazy, unreal image.
Seemingly masterful of the new speed, attuned to the multitasking visuals and fluidity of her emotions, Bella stepped lightly toward me, an ethereal but very real and brutal creature of sensuality coupled with killing tendencies.
Even though I knew she was intent on murdering me, rightfully so, I could not help but appreciate the animalistic, primeval picture Bella painted! So fucking beautiful, she was rebirth. Renaissance. Risen. Bent on razing me to the ground. All of our love was now in me. She was empty but for slaughter.
Thud thud thud.
She recognized me, and having ingested my own devious thoughts, knew me fully. The long pull of church tower bells was her reborn voice, "You did this to me, Edward."
I was complacent, I nodded. Senseless. Love would never reach her now.
I felt the weight of Bella, the agility and alacrity of her, her unfathomable control as she crushed my larynx so that I could not scream.
"I always knew you would be mine," the grin that filled her mouth smelled of massacres to come.
It was pure terror to feel the woman that was meant to be mine for infinity shearing my limbs from my body. I bit my tongue clean off, clenched my fists that were no longer attached to my body, pulled air into my decapitated head as she made piecemeal, pound flesh of me.
Through visions of red haze and suffering, I watched her stealthy retreat. Bella spat on my carcass before crossing the threshold.
Eerie laughter and killing words called to me from down the hallway, "Oh, Carlisle. Carlisle? I feel so much better now. Won't you come give me a physical?"
Bella had left me with just enough vitality to hear the torment of my sire. Gurgling air through my broken windpipe, I concentrated on my own death rattle instead of the distinctly inhuman caterwauling of Carlisle's losing battle with my beloved.
Thud, thud, thud. That was the heft of his heavy body being dragged down the steep winding staircase.
I was not dead, not yet. As Bella reached the front door, hauling a broken man behind her to deliver to Esme, I began to gather my pieces and put them back together.
She knew better. Bella should have torched me.
I was not dead.
And now she would never die.
My demon mistress called me.
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