AN: Hello Friends!

Okay, so first up, thank you to all who read, fave, follow, and review! Huge thanks to the reviewers for last chapter, kouga's older woman, Booklover302, catgrl, Isarma, and ForrestersWitch! Getting to hear what you all think of my stories is what makes me want to keep writing them!

Next, a bit of news. I have decided that this story (because of its limitless potential for unique pairings) will continue on to become a much longer story. Like, I'm thinking maybe around 60 chapters eeek!

BUT...because I have made a commitment to try to finish ALL of my outstanding stories, this one is going to be released in three parts.

So, when this story reaches 20 chapters, Part One will end and this story will go on hiatus for a while, as I continue to finish my other works.

Then, once all my other stories are completed, I will begin working on the sequels to my other stories, and Part Two of this, and maybe some new stories as well!

So that means, for now, you will be getting three more chapters after this one before I move on to The Drifter which is currently next highest in my profile poll.

I hope all of that makes sense but feel free to PM me if you have any questions!

*WARNINGS* This chapter delves into the realm of BDSM between Carlisle and Edward.

I'll also apologize up front if I get anything wrong in regards to the practices of that world. I do not participate in that stuff or know anyone who does, so all I have to go on is what little I have read of it. But if I do mess up, please let me know so I can make corrections!

And now that I've kept you waiting a million years, I give you Chapter 17!

Chapter Seventeen: Wild Times

Jasper and I didn't end up spending very much time in his and Alice's room for those first few weeks while Esme worked on creating our room for us.

We ended up having Esme tell the school we were out sick with mono. That bought us a few weeks which we mostly spent out in the wilderness.

Maybe it was just the newness of it, but there was definitely something about my relationship with Jasper that felt too raw and too vast to be contained within walls and floors and ceilings. It was like he brought out my inner lioness. I know that probably sounds ridiculous, but it's true.

Perhaps this was why I didn't discover that Jasper and I were mates right away. Maybe, for things to be equal, I needed time to build a strong foundation with Edward first. Because if Jasper had come first...I don't know if there would have been an Edward.

That isn't to say that Edward holds any less importance in my life. All I mean is this:

The parts of my soul that Jasper's soul speaks to are the primitive, feral, untamed parts. Whereas the parts of my soul that Edward speaks to are the cultured, refined, sophisticated parts. Therefore, if Edward hadn't come first, I would probably be living as a nomad, not caring whether my hair is caked with mud and leaves and having copious amounts of forest sex.

How did I know that? Well...because I was presently engaged in copious amounts of forest sex. And I certainly didn't care one iota for how much dirt and twigs were in my hair. I'm sure I looked like a mangy wildcat, but I really couldn't bring myself to care about that either.

But, of course, I knew this state was temporary. There was an Edward in my life, just as there was an Alice in Jasper's. And for that reason, we would eventually pick ourselves up off the forest floor and bathe and don clothing and return to our civilized coven life.

But in the meantime? I was content to basque in the savage, tameless nature of our mating.

"Jasper!" I gasped, clutching his shoulders as we rolled down a steep embankment in a tangle of limbs, not stopping our lovemaking for even a moment. Thankfully, as vampires, we couldn't be hurt. Though, the same did not seem to hold true for the surrounding landscape.

A tall Scots Pine shuddered and burst apart as we barreled through it.

"Oops." He grinned. "I'll make a donation to one of those tree-planting organizations." He shrugged.

"See that you do." I laughed as we finally landed, albeit in a river. I looked back in the direction we came from. "Uh...Jasper, did we just tumble over a waterfall?"

He followed my gaze. "It appears we did, yep."

"Huh. No wonder it felt so rocky. But this area looks familiar, does it to you...?" I asked him, hoping maybe I was wrong.

"Oh shit, yeah. This is Rogie Falls. We came here on that school field trip back in September. Which means this is a super popular area with the humans. We better go before anyone sees us," he told me quickly.

Jasper picked me up so that my legs were around his waist and began to run us to a more densely-forested, less-populated area, never breaking our connection.

It suddenly occurred to me that Jasper was very talented at having sex while moving through the forest. He didn't have to withdraw from me even once as we ran.

"How are you so good at this?" I asked, reasonably impressed by his prowess.

He shrugged, settling us down into the tall grasses of a small clearing. "A lot of practice."

"Did you and Alice spend a lot of time on the move before you joined the family?" I pondered while gazing into his beautiful eyes.

"Not really, no. I meant that I had practice from before I was with Alice. Hell, before I lived with Pete and Char, even. When we were in Maria's army, it was pretty much jump when she said jump. Anyone who wasn't ready to march would get left behind." He shrugged.

Oh wow. It hadn't really occurred to me to wonder if Jasper had a sexual history prior to meeting Alice. It wasn't really surprising though, once I actually thought about it. I mean...it's Jasper. Who wouldn't want to get it in?

I know Jasper could feel my curiosity, but I didn't know how to ask any more questions without sounding nosy. It wasn't like we were humans. Humans needed to know their partners' sexual history because they could contract STIs. Vampires can't, so it's not really necessary for us to know.

"You can ask, Darlin'. You're my mate. You have every right to know who I've been with. If you were with anyone before Edward, I'd want to know," he assured me, peppering my neck and chest with little kisses.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm not really sure why it never occurred to me that you would have had other partners before Alice. It should have, I mean, you were alive for many decades before you met her," I reasoned.

"Very true. Do you want to know? I'm perfectly fine with talking about it. It's not very pretty though." He explained.

"Okay, now I'm really curious. So yes, if you're comfortable talking about it, I'd like to know," I decided.

"Alright, here goes. So from my human life, I have fairly vague memories of that time. I know I didn't die a virgin, but I don't know for sure if the girls I was with before the war were flings or relationships. But back then, when teenagers would get frisky, it was usually just a casual hookup, because more serious courtships didn't involve sex. I do remember running my hands through long, golden ringlets, but that's about it.

"Then I died and Maria's was the face I woke up to. She let her cohorts, Nettie and Lucy each take a turn with me first, because she said that once she had me, I would be off-limits to them. She used sex to reward her newborn vampires, and I was no exception. Typical newborns have a lot of pent up energy and it usually either gets spent fuckin' or fightin'. She didn't want them destroying each other or decimating whole villages, so she'd get them to expend their energy in less aggressive ways whenever we weren't training and preparing for battle.

"She had a rule that if you sired a newborn, you had the right to claim them sexually as well as a responsibility to keep them satisfied. Her own mate had died many years ago, so she didn't have anyone around to object to that. And so, once I outlived my newborn year and became one of her lieutenants, she taught me how to sire a vampire and how to pacify them with sex. Both men and women. She said vampires didn't have a preference.

"Most of the newborns I sired didn't outlive their newborn year. I have tried to put them out of my mind over the years, but their names and faces will always be emblazoned in the most painful recesses of my heart and memory. So I can tell you about them if you want to know. But they are gone now. Dispatched by my own hands, though I always tried to do so quickly and use my gift to ease their pain. Still...it haunts me.

"And then there was Pete and Char. You know their story and you know I sired them. You know I lived with them for a time. They don't visit often, so you may not know, but I still love them both dearly. I haven't been intimate with them since I met Alice. She told me I could, but...well, I knew if we continued in that fashion, it would be too hard, never getting to see them.

"It's different with the rest of the family. They're all right here. If I find myself missing someone when we're not in a union, I can walk up to them and hug them and spend platonic time with them. It's never painful because they're always around. But Pete and Char could never live in an established coven. They both have really bad social anxiety from our time with Maria's army. I'm not sure why I don't have it too." He shrugged. "Anyway, it was just easier to make a clean break from them in that regard. Nowadays that's just a memory of my old life. A very fond memory, though it is quite bittersweet."

"Oh gosh, Jasper. I'm sorry. Is there no way to make it work?" I sighed, unhappy to think that he had to leave a part of his heart so far away.

"Not unless you know a cure for vampire anxiety. I've talked to Carlisle about it. He says that human medicines don't work on vampires. I even tried getting Pete and Char to drink from a human who was on anti-anxiety meds and then run straight here. It still made them feel just as twitchy and uncomfortable to be around that many other vampires. And it was utter hell for them when we had the massive vampire gathering for the Volturi conflict. The only way they got through that was to channel it into training for battle," he informed me.

"So, that explains why they don't visit more often. And you don't go visit them because…?" I questioned.

"Because whenever I try to, I get nostalgic for the intimacy we used to have and I can feel it in their emotions as well. So, it's just too tempting to be in their proximity for any length of time knowing we can never have that again." He sighed.

"Oh Jas, I'm so sorry. Maybe one day we'll figure something out," I offered hopefully. There had to be some kind of solution for it. It's too bad there was no such thing as a vampire therapist.

"Maybe. But I'm okay, Bella. I have you. And I have Alice. And I have our family. So, I am okay," he insisted. But I could tell he was mostly just trying to convince himself of that.

I smiled, running my hands through his hair as I kissed him. Our bodies were still connected and he had me sitting in his lap straddling him.

I turned the majority of my focus back to making slow, passionate love to my mate. As I rocked my hips and he used his grip on my ass to keep me right where he wanted me, he brought me to the edge of ecstasy many times over, not allowing me my release. I could feel it building and building until I couldn't take it anymore.

Then, finally, he shifted us just enough that his next several thrusts hit right where I needed them to. And at the exact same time, he hit me with an orgasmic emotional cocktail meant to drive me absofuckinglutely crazy. It worked. I came, crying out loudly into the wilds of the Scottish Highlands. And I was driven instinctively to mark him again.

He followed after me, roaring out his own release and renewing my mating mark just as I had done for him.

We continued in this fashion for many days and nights. Holding each other close, moving slowly in tantric poses, breathing in one another. We were not just connecting physically but spiritually as well. It was intense, it was magical, it was perfect.

Eventually, we received a text from Esme that our room was ready, so we ended our lovemaking and walked through the forest, hand-in-hand, talking and sharing stories until we arrived back home. I was very grateful for vampire recall because I knew it would be a beautiful memory I never wanted to forget.

Edward's POV

When I had made my offer to Carlisle, I did so knowing exactly what I wanted from him.

Carlisle had been many things to me over the years. A mentor, an educator, a leader, a father figure, a disciplinarian, an advisor, a friend. Now I wanted him to be my first experience with a man. I trusted him completely and as such...I wanted to surrender to him completely. I wanted him to dominate me, and I told him so.

After he had made very sure that Esme would be alright with it, given her own past...he had accepted my offer with just as much enthusiasm as I had in making it.

From the time we left the banquet room, I could already see the ideas running through his mind of some of the things he would do to me. It was making me very aroused. As vampires, we would be able to get carried away in a manner that was too intense for humans. Carlisle could do things to me that would kill a regular person, and I would walk away from it physically unscathed.

Vampires could still feel pain, though our tolerance for it was much higher after experiencing the pain of transformation. I think it was the pain I was looking forward to the most. I don't know why, but the idea of Carlisle...sweet, caring, compassionate, pacifistic, Carlisle, bringing me pain as well as pleasure? It did things to me. Very nice things.

"Edward," Carlisle admonished since I had obviously been lost in thought.

"Yes, Carlisle?" I said without thinking.

"Go into the bedroom and lie on your stomach. There are some things we need to discuss." He demanded.

"Yes, Carlisle." I nodded.

I proceed to do as I was told. I waited a few agonizing minutes while he took his time going to his room to pack a bag.

When he returned, his instructions were clear.

"You will stay there, lying on your stomach until I say otherwise. You will not turn your head or look at me. If you disobey, I will have to blindfold you and there will be a punishment for your disobedience," he insisted "Nod once if you understand."

I nodded. "Good boy," he continued. "You will not speak unless given permission. If you do speak, even if it is simply to moan my name...I will have to use a ball gag on you and there will be a punishment. Nod again if you understand this."

Again, I nodded. "Very well. When you are spoken to and asked a question, I will instruct you as to what your response should be. Sometimes I will want you to nod or gesture. Sometimes I may ask you to speak. When you do speak, you will use manners. If I do not tell you otherwise, you will address me as Sir. Sometimes I am going to want you to call me 'Daddy' or something else depending on whether we do any roleplay etc.

"But if that happens, I will instruct you thusly at the time. So your default verbal response will always be Sir. Yes, Sir. No, Sir. More, Sir. Please, Sir. etc. You get the idea. And you will decide on a new safe word at the beginning of each and every encounter. I know that vampires have perfect recall but that doesn't mean we have perfect focus. If things are getting intense, I want to be sure that your safe word is fresh in your mind. Say 'Yes, Sir' if you understand all of this," he instructed.

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

"Good Boy. Now, tell me what you would like your safe word to be for today? You may speak."

I thought about it for a moment. "Appalachia, Sir," I answered directly.

"Very well then. We will only stop if I heard you say Appalachia, or in the event the rest of the family needs us for anything. Our session ends when we leave this room together. If I leave by myself, you are to assume I have gone to get something and will be back and you are to stay where you are. Is that clear? Nod if you understand," he explained.

I nodded. "Very good, Edward. Now, we are going to begin. Is there anything I should know, other than the things in your booklet?" He confirmed. "Any kinks you are not willing to try? You may respond verbally now."

"I trust you, Sir. You may do anything to me that you would like to." I smiled.

Carlisle came over to sit on the bed beside me and stroked my hair. "Good Boy, Edward. That's what I like to hear. Now, if you are ready to begin, take your pants and underwear off but leave your shirt on and then lie back down on your stomach. And I want you looking at the wall while you undress. You may proceed now."

"Yes, Sir," I said and began doing as he had instructed.

"Edward," Carlisle tsked. "I said you may proceed. I did not say you may speak. Because you disobeyed a rule which has already been explained to you, I am going to administer the gag for fifteen minutes and you will receive your first punishment. Before I put the gag on you, you may choose your punishment. Keep in mind, it will be the same type of punishment for the rest of this session any time you speak out of turn.

"Now, your options for this are the chains, the cat, or a good old-fashioned spanking. You may take a moment to think about it. Just raise your hand when you have made a decision," he advised.

I thought for a moment. I realized that the thing which would have the biggest impact on my vampiric flesh would actually be Carlisle's hand, being made out of the same strong stuff that I was. So I opted to save that for a more severe punishment later on and start out a little easier. I raised my hand that I was ready and pointed to the cat o' nine tails whip in his left hand.

"Perfect, Good Boy, Edward." Carlisle purred. "Now, I would like to administer the pain followed immediately by pleasure. So, as soon as we finish with your punishment, I am going to have sex with you. Does this sound acceptable? You may respond verbally."

"Yes, Sir." I groaned. "I really want to feel you inside of me," I admitted, looking down rather than at him.

"Does your desire for all of this make you feel ashamed, Edward?" He asked. "You may answer me verbally now."

"A little bit, Sir. I feel like a very naughty boy." I admitted.

"You are a naughty boy, Edward. But that's alright. We like what we like and sometimes what we like is very naughty indeed. No one can be good all the time. No one is perfect. It would be a pretty boring world if we were." He smiled, stroking my hair as he put the gag on me. "Now...is my naughty boy ready for his punishment? You may nod if you are ready."

I nodded vigorously. I was very excited about my first punishment.

"Alright, I'm going to count out the strokes as I administer them. Since this is your first offence, we will begin with only three lashings. Do you find that acceptable?" He asked me. "You may nod if you do."

I nodded. "Good, Edward. Please remember to face the wall the whole time. Otherwise, you will have to be blindfolded."

I had not forgotten this, of course, but I think he was reminding me in case the sting of the whip caused me to instinctively turn around. Even with the warning, my instincts almost had me doing exactly that as Carlisle brought the whip down squarely on my bottom for the first time.

"One." He groaned, clearly enjoying this almost as much as I was.

It hurt, of course, it did. But it hurt in a way that made me want more.

"Two," he stated, as the whip came down a second time. It was harder than the first and I cried out a strangled noise around the gag.

"Three!" he cried out, with one hard, final lash, dropping the whip on the floor. He crawled onto the bed behind me, ready to mount me.

"Good Boy, Edward. I love you, Sweetheart," he crooned, kissing the back of my head. "You took your first punishment very bravely. Now, I'm not going to remove the gag yet because it hasn't been fifteen minutes. But if at any time you need to use the safe word, you may remove the gag by yourself to speak and there will be no punishment. Nod if you understand." I nodded.

The anticipation of what was about to happen, as well as the sting of my bottom, was enough to make it difficult to focus on anything other than my raging erection but I was trying to pay attention in spite of it.

"Now, Edward, please nod if you are ready for me to penetrate you. I know I have not prepared you, but you seemed to like the pain of your punishment, and this will barely be a discomfort by comparison. May I enter you?" He asked.

I nodded.

He was right. He wasn't overly gentle but even still, it was nothing compared to the sting of the whip. As he pushed into my tight virgin passage, he reached around and began stroking the length of my erection. He kissed my neck and back and shoulders as he began to thrust within me repeatedly.

"Nod if you are alright," he confirmed when I whimpered. I nodded. It felt so wonderful.

When my fifteen minutes were up, he removed the gag.

"Tell me how you are feeling, Edward. You may speak now," he instructed.

"You feel amazing, Sir. It's even better than I dreamed it would be. I don't know how long I will last." I said, never once taking my eyes off the wall.

Carlisle moaned. "Good Boy, Edward. You are so tight, Sweetheart. I don't know how long I will last either. But do not cum for me until I say you that you may, alright? Nod if you understand."

I nodded and whimpered as he picked up speed. He had incredible balance as a vampire and therefore did not need to use his hands to steady himself. Instead, he used one to stroke my shaft and the other to touch my scrotum.

The feeling of Carlisle stroking me in that way, combined with the sensation of him hitting my spot with every thrust, as well as the excitement of being unable to see what was happening, it all built up until he made me come so hard I couldn't help it. Feeling his firm touch as he rolled my testicles in his talented grasp, it was too much. I cried out the force of my orgasm into the pillow.

"Uh, uh, uh." Carlisle tsked. "I did not say you could come yet, did I? Now you will need to be punished again."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." I said with feigned regret. But I had him right where I wanted him. I already felt the need building for another punishment.

"And speaking out of turn as well? Looks like we'll get a chance to try out several different punishments for my naughty boy tonight." Carlisle groaned. "But first...I haven't cum yet, Edward."

He began to thrust much harder and more vigorously as he sped his pace to achieve his own release. He growled out ferally as I felt his venom fill me and the sound and feel of it had me instantly rock solid again.

"What a Good Boy." He exhaled, pulling out of me to lie down beside me on the bed. "I think this is going to be a very fun three months indeed."

He sighed happily. I smiled and nodded in wholehearted agreement.

Emmett's POV

All I had to say about Fiona was damnnn!

The girl was a little firecracker. We had sex everywhere. I had to admit, it was the first time I ever had sex on a bicycle which was odd and we broke the bike, but yeah, she seemed determined to leave no stone unturned. I kind of think she was like one of those cats who go around marking their territory so that the other cats will smell them and get horny or something.

I dunno. All I know is, we didn't really come up for air the whole time. And when it was time to hunt, we didn't really stop fucking, we just moved our fuckfest to the forest.

That's literally all it was, a fuckfest. Which was kinda surprising to me, because by the time of their initiation we had been friends for like a year. So I guess I kinda figured there'd be at least a little conversation thrown in there. Not that I was complaining about the copious amounts of sex we ended up having. No, that would be stupid. But still, it was a little excessive.

Naahhh, who am I kidding? It was awesome!

Esme's POV

Arthur was a total sweetheart. He took his time getting to know me and was a complete gentleman. And even though it took a while before we were intimate with one another, once we got there, the sex was astounding!

I learned so much about him throughout our time together. I found out he had been a musician in his younger days and still enjoyed pulling out his saxophone on occasion. And I was thrilled to learn that he knew how to cook. I had previously assumed that none of the MacDougalls were much for cooking. But that was because it had never occurred to me to ask Arthur until our switch when it came up while we were discussing our interests.

I should have at least thought of the fact that with Ceit having been so ill, Arthur had probably been the one doing most of the household chores throughout her pregnancy. But I actually learned that his interest in the culinary arts went all the way back to his childhood when his mother used to enlist his help in the kitchen. It sounded as though it had been a wonderful bonding time for them, and since she had passed away a few years back, he treasured those memories very much.

At any rate, it was very nice to be able to have him help me with preparing meals for the wolves. The pack had arranged for a delivery service which provided them with most of their raw ingredients, but nearly all of the wolves were hopeless in the kitchen, so I liked to help out whenever I could. It also took a portion of the load off of Renesmee who had basically become Wendy for the Lost Boys, in addition to caring for her own children.

They turned to her for help with most of their domestic tasks and she was constantly mending their hole-y socks. She often joked that the pack was more work than her toddlers.

Speaking of my great-grandchildren, Edasem and Isalie loved Baby Fergus and would dote on him whenever they had the opportunity. As such, there were frequent playdates back and forth. Sometimes our house was full of three sets of little feet, and sometimes it was quiet while the little feet roamed at Jake and Nessie's.

Either way, it was nice to have the young ones around. We hadn't experienced much of that since Renesmee's brief childhood, and I, for one, had certainly missed the liveliness and joy that children brought to a home.

Mind you, even without the children around, our house did have its own source of liveliness. A sprightly little source we all fondly referred to as Alice. And watching her enthusiasm as she hopped from couple to couple over the weeks of Bella and Jasper's absence was pretty adorable, I had to admit.

We had called "dibs" on Alice first since I had wanted to get to work on the room for Jasper and Bella. So I had tasked Alice with keeping Arthur happy whenever I was busy with design work. And by the time Alice had moved on to Emmett and Fiona, I had finished the planning stage and was ready to move on to the manual labor. Which, fortunately, Arthur was thrilled to assist with. I was grateful for his help and it gave us something else fun to do together.

Everything was fun with Arthur though. He was good-natured, no matter whether we were painting a bedroom, minding the baby, cooking for a pack of hungry wolves, or making love. And I definitely enjoyed doing all of those things with him.

There may not have been a strong spark between us, but we developed a strong friendship, and there was certainly enough passion that our nights passed just as enjoyable as our days did.

All in all, we had a wonderful time together and I wouldn't trade it.

Rose's POV

By the time Ceit and I got our hands on Alice, she'd already been through Esme and Arthur, as well as Em and Fi. It was a little irritating that we didn't get her first since our union was only three weeks. But Mom stole her fair and square (we all drew straws to make it fair) so there wasn't much we could say about it.

And it wasn't like we needed Alice. We'd still been having fun without her, of course. It was just that, from what I knew about Ceit, I knew that Alice and I together would make a nice contrast for her.

Ceit was very attracted to androgyny. Alice might be the girliest girl I knew when it came to her interests, but without make-up, if you put her in a YSL pinstripe trouser suit with a fedora for good measure, she looked like a very sexy boy.

Meanwhile, I was basically Marilyn Monroe when it came to my aesthetic, but my interests were very masculine. I certainly knew my way around a good greasy carburetor and decades of being mated to Emmett had created in me a deep love of football, hockey, rugby, boxing, and basically any other contact sport where we could yell at the television and not seem like weirdos. Yelling at the television had become a favorite pastime of mine in recent decades.

It was something I used to enjoy doing with Emmett when no one else was home. But it actually wasn't until the wolves and Charlie joined our extended family that I realized I didn't have to hide my love of sports any more than my love of cars. I suppose I had somehow gotten the idea in my head that having one masculine interest was okay but to have more than that would require turning in my 'girl card' not that there was such a thing.

But the first time I ever heard Leah yell "Yer a bum, Ref! What kind of a cheap call was that?!" It was music to my ears. I finally understood. I was a she-wolf in vampire's clothing! I didn't need to act like a Barbie, just because I had the body of one. And loving things like cars and sports didn't make me any less of a woman.

But hey, I digress.

Anyway, I figured that between who I was on the inside and who Alice was on the outside, we could work together to give Ceit some pretty intense orgasms. And it turned out, I was bang on with that one (pun fully intended).

The week that Alice spent with Ceit and me, ended up being really pleasurable for all three of us.

I was blessed with ample opportunities to use my favorite silicone appendage. I was proud to say I had the biggest cock on the block, if you catch my meaning. Ceit certainly seemed to appreciate it. Alice did as well, but she had experienced it before so it wasn't quite as much of a novelty for her.

By the end of our time together, there was a running bet on the number of times we could make Ceit orgasm in a single day. I'd tell you how high that number got, but I wouldn't want to make you jealous.

All in all, it was a wonderful time and I knew we'd definitely want to do it again eventually.

After her week with us, Alice spent a week with Carlisle and Edward, who had calmed down a little by then. And after that, she took a shopping trip to Paris. Any excuse for a fashion excursion, of course!

AN: Most people did not specifically ask for Alice to be involved in these scenes, so I opted just to summarize her participation because J/B and C/E took up so much screen time, oops!

As always, love to hear from you! Taking requests for next pairings, too! ;-*