Author's Note: I'm on no sleep so I hope this chapter makes sense. My best friend spent the last twenty-four hours delivering her little girl without any drugs (holy fuck and why?) As I just told my beta, I gave birth the way god intended; completely numb. Also, fanfic is pulling MA stories such as this one off of their site. The truth is, I am violating their rules by posting this story. That being said, there is no option of an NC17 rating. I'm on Twilighted and will announce further postings on twitter if I am asked to remove my stories.

Shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!

"Get your demon sperm out of me." I tore out of the shower, trying desperately to queef his icy jizz out of my twat.

"Bella?" Edward looked horrified. Probably not as fucking horrified as me.

"Suck the poison out! Get it out!" Shit, I swear my ovary just twitched. It was too late. The fortress had been compromised. My poor ovum was being ass-raped as I stood in the middle of Edward's ridiculously decorated (see gold and taupe) bedroom.

"Bella, you're going to have to clue me in here. Breathe, sweetheart. You're hyperventilating."

"Don't you fucking tell me to breathe! You were supposed to pull out!"

"Pull out of what?"

Oh. My. God!

-({})-

Edward's POV (Shit, was it? Does Edward have a point of view or is it mine?)

Oh. My. God!

It was beyond anything I could ever have imagined. Bella's legs were hot around my hips; she was hot everywhere. The steam from the shower made her scent that much more pungent, but more than her blood, it was her arousal that had me intoxicated. I couldn't get enough.

Covering my teeth with my lips, my tongue dove into her mouth, deeper than I had ever allowed it to venture before. She cried out my name and I knew that as we made love, her sanity had returned to her.

Abandoning all impulses, save my basest desires, I pushed into her beautiful nether lips, finding a heaven that I dared not dream of before. When my seed released deep inside of her convulsing walls, I was certain I had died and somehow, Bella had saved my soul and delivered me unto paradise.

That's when everything turned to shit.

-({})-

Back to Isabella Flanagan's POV...

Cuts and blood. I was gasping for air between screams.

Plastic or glass had fragmented and torn into the flesh of my hands, but I could not recall from what. When the rage overtook me, all I could think to do was destroy everything that was unfortunate enough to cross my warpath. The CDs were smashed when I overturned Edward's wall unit. His television had a big ass crack through it from where I hurled his laptop. I felt badly for breaking the beautiful forty-inch flatscreen. I had been aiming for Edward's head.

"Pull out of what," I repeated while gasping. "What the fuck do you think, asshole? My snatch!"

Edward's hands were raised in surrender. "Please stop hurting yourself, love? I'm trying to understand what I did wrong. This was my first time...I didn't know I was supposed to, er, pull out. I would have, I swear, if you had told me."

His cold hand reached for my messed-up arm and I snarled. "Don't touch me."

"Let me take the glass out?" The shithead was smiling for reasons I could not fathom.

"No."

"Let me pull it out, love?" He frowned. "Strike that."

Bella's small voice was crying in my head. She wanted to comfort Edward.

"No," I said stubbornly. "Get me some tweezers and I'll do it myself. All I need is some rubbing alcohol and liquid morphine."

Edward nodded dejectedly. "May I get you anything else?"

"Yeah-I want Emmett."

"Why?" He sounded more tired than surprised by my request for his brother.

"Relax, I don't want to fuck him." The tender skin of my wrist was stinging from a shallow cut. "I can't form a fist. I can't hit you. I need Emmett to punch you in your pretty jaw."

"Will that make you feel better?" He cupped my head in his hand. Despite myself, my pussy started mewing languidly, wanting to rub up against his thigh.

"Edward," I groaned and captured his leg between mine. "I'm sorry. I don't really want your pretty face punched in. I want morphine. I want my hand fixed. I want to come again..."

He was gone, then. I took the moment of solitude to assess the damage; my arm was pretty fucked-up. It reminded me of my eighteenth birthday party. The beginning of the end.

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"What do you crave more, my body or my blood?"

"Go to sleep, Bella." Edward's eyes were sad. As if I was Alice, I could see the way the coming days would play out if I did not summon the right words. Jasper's attack had changed something integral to our storyline.

"I- I-" Say something. Make it better! "I love you," I managed and Edward smiled robotically.

You stupid cunt! He's going to leave you.

-({})-

Edward extracted morphine out of a glass jar with a small needle. "It's not an intravenous but it may be for the best. I'll deliver the medicine into your muscle."

"Okay."

I lay on my stomach so that he could inject the needle into my ass. Groaning with pleasure, a jolt of adrenaline shot through my tired veins as the needle pierced my skin. It was positively erotic in a fucked-up way that only I could enjoy.

Turning back to face him, I offered my blood soaked hand and said, "Pull it out now."

He obliged. I looked away as he worked on me swiftly. The pain had dissipated however my skin was crawling with a relentless itch.

"Bella," Edward began awkwardly. "I don't want to anger you, but why were you afraid of my ejaculate?"

"Dude, I'll tell you but first, you need to repeat that question with a different word. I did not just fuck someone who says 'ejaculate.'"

His eyes narrowed as he finished bandaging my arm and hand. Moving the medical paraphernalia off the bed, he pounced on top of me like a playful cat and licked the shell of my ear. "Why, Bella?" Oh fuck, his hand reached between my legs to tease my lips. "Why didn't you want my cock balls deep in you while I busted a nut?"

"Who the fuck taught you those words, you filthy Victorian prude?"

"Emmett," he laughed. "I'm summoning my best Emmett impression for you, love."

"Stop call me 'love', you twat! What would Emmett call me?"

He nuzzled the crook of my neck and groaned, "Dirty little slut." I grunted in response and bucked my hips, trying desperately to increase the friction of his hand against my pussy.

"Yes, Edward. Fuck me, again!"

"No," he said, pulling away. "Not until you answer my question."

Growling in protest, I grabbed an over-stuffed pillow and hugged it to my body. The morphine swelled through my blood now, creating a calm that was at odds with my lust. The friction I sought between my legs was only intensified by the burning itch covering every inch of my skin. I wanted to be touched and fucked and scratched like a bitch in heat.

"Bella Swan gets pregnant in the fourth book. We conceive a hybrid...well, I guess you do. I wasn't in the book." I couldn't look at him. The moment the words left my lips I knew how stupid they sounded.

"Bella, that's utterly preposterous."

"That's what I thought when I read it, too."

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