Act Four
Within the freezing fridge-like tent the figures of the two men found each other. Foreplay forgotten they came together with force, faces pressed together. They found a rhythm. First Edward's fist held Jacob's fuck-stick and his fingers barely encased it. He found it with his mouth and performed fervent, frisky and fevered fellatio. The flavour was overwhelming, and the fragrance intoxicating. Fucking was way more fun than fighting.
Every single stroke brought Jacob simmering and suddenly, he succumbed, spurting semen like special sauce running down Edward's clean shaven chin. "Should I stop?" Edward thought to himself. He decided against it, shoving himself inside his once nemesis. With sweat slipping over his strong shoulders, his stick smoothly entered Jacob's secluded and secret spaces. He started to slam in staccato. Stunned, Bella stared at the sight.
Moaning, Jacob's muscles arched and moved in symphony with Edward's member. "More," he muttered. "Make me cum again."
"Mmmm..." mumbled Edward. "Maybe this is what 'it' should always be made of," he thought "Manly men, making mojo. Why have I been masquerading with Bella? Her mounds were not as magical." Jacob had no thoughts, merely moments of intense and mounting madness. Mmmm...
Edward's sparkly penis had never pierced so perfectly. Pounding powerfully it performed like a pro. He felt his pleasure peaking and pretended to ignore Bella's pissed off expression. His piece was implanted proudly and prominently in Jacob's posterior, and Bella would NOT pilfer that from him. Perhaps she would even pick up a few pointers.
Oogling Jacob's expansive back, Edward was overwhelmed and overcome with ecstasy. "Oh, oh, OH!" Edward howled out loud, and Jacob's cries joined him. OMG though Bella. Jacob's orifice opened one more time and Edward overflowed into him. The orgasm ripped through his body, augmenting every sense. When he recovered, pulling his body off Jacob, Edward turned to Bella and said, "you've been outwitted, outplayed and outlasted." "Biatch" added Jacob.
Bella wrenched open the tent fly and fled. Tripping over the mounting snow, confused and upset she tumbled to her death.
Hope you enjoyed the alliteration and ardent fourth chapter, written across Skype and a Google doc with Frangelico and Baileys. Please review, dear readers.