Hello lovely readers!

Firstly, allow me to express my gratitude for your lovely thoughts and feedback on the last chapter! You thrill me everytime an email pops into my inbox with a new comment! So thank you all again!

I am just dropping in to leave you this chapter. I have far too much work these days, and it is draining my energies unfortunately, which is why I am writing far too little. My brain is exploding with plots, but I need rest too. Decisions decisions. Lol!

I have a lot of work coming my way the next days as well, so I wont be posting as much as I would like. Please accept my apologies in advance.

On the positive note, here's nice and long chapter for you!

Now, read with care, this chapter may be... weird. It took me quite a lot of mental work to finish, and I am still not sure about it, but I wanted to gift you something before I vanish into the ether again.

My muse is such a little brat sometimes, and once she came up with this idea, she ran into a room and locked herself in. So I was helpless to change it. If you don't like it, my apologies, lol.

Okay, I shan't waffle on any longer. Please, continue on.

Oh, and smut is smattered all over this chapter. Enjoy.

14 weeks pregnant

"Which dress should I pick?"

"I do not know, my love."

"How's this green one?"

"It is lovely, my dear."

"Maybe the black one is better."

"If that is what you think, tesoro."

Bella sighed disparagingly. "I don't even feel like wearing a dress."

"Then wear something else. It will not matter to me, you have my word."

She sighed with frustration, surveying the mess of garments spread out across the carpeted floor. "Do we have to go out, Aro?"

The dark vampire glanced up from his book. "Would you rather we stay home?"

"Yeah. I can't say that I feel too confident tonight."

He noticed her chin wobble gently and was at her side in a heartbeat. "To me you are perfect, amore mio." He touched her chin with a finger. "What is the matter, love?"

She sniffled softly. "It's just… I have a hard time understanding how you can love me now, with this…." She gestured at her changing body.

Aro leaned in and kissed her gently at the edge of her mouth. "Am I a fool then, for doing exactly that?"

She didn't respond, but merely shrugged, biting her lower lip, furiously trying to hold back her tears.

"Tesoro, you are my everything, and you have been so long before we ever even met. The changes that are occurring to your body does nothing to change my feelings towards you. On the contrary, in fact. If anything you are even more irresistible to me now than ever before."

Still she kept silent, seemingly unable to speak.

"I invited you out because I felt you needed to see the city, experience something different. This was not to put pressure on you. If you would rather stay home and do something else, I am happy to oblige."

"Damn it, Aro. I can't decide." She sniffled softly.

He caught the tear that gravity pulled free from her eye. "How about the red dress, then?"

"I don't have a red dress."

"As a matter of fact, you do."

"What do yo-?"

Aro flashed from the room, returning with a large box, placing it on the bed. The young woman gave him a curious look, stepping hesitantly forward.

"Go on, let us try it on you, my dear."

He proceeded to unpack the box, and pulled out the deep red garment. He helped her tenderly, pulling it carefully over her head, and allowing the heavy fabric to fall down her body. As he zipped it up on the back it zinched her waist slightly without being too tight. It hugged her curves, only flaring out when it was past the hips. She glanced down, taking in the effect. Discovering the ornaments that were sown in as shoulder straps, she gasped softly as the gemstones glinted and winked up at her.

"Aro, this is-"

"Come, look in the mirror, my love."

He pulled her along towards the huge walk-in closet, where one entire wall was covered in a floor to ceiling mirror, and she followed reluctantly, already subdued at the prospect of seeing herself.

"See, you are a vision, amore mio. Why so crestfallen?"

She glanced at the shiny surface, appraising herself critically. "I feel so pregnant," she huffed, placing her hands on either side of her growing baby bump. It was visible now, but still not very big.

"Well, you are pregnant, Isabella," he said softly.

She scowled up at him through damp lashes. "Not helping, Aro!"

"My dear, you look absolutely magnificent."

She sighed, looking in the mirror again. "This dress is certainly very beautiful. Thank you for that."

He hugged her gently around the waist, his eyes reverently taking in their intertwined bodies in the mirror.

Placing a soft kiss on her jaw, he pulled back slightly. "I have something for you."

She blinked in surprise. "You mean, besides this dress?"

He smiled fondly at her surprised expression. "Sí, tesoro. Close your eyes."

She did as he asked, and with deliberate care, he placed the pendant around her throat, the fine gold chain long enough for the jewelry to nestle comfortably between her breasts. The dress framed the necklace perfectly, the neckline steep, ending just beneath her cleavage at her sternum. He heard the soft gasp from her as the cold metal came into contact with her skin, and she seemed to quiver with expectation. He couldn't resist allowing his fingers to linger on the soft skin at her neck, fascinated with the way her body seemed to embrace the new golden addition.

"Now you may look," he purred, keeping an intent eye on her reaction.

She seemed to gather her courage for just a brief second, before she finally dared open her eyes. Her gaze fell instantly to the heavy pendant resting neatly between her breasts.

She reached up to touch it reverently, her lips parting softly.

"It was time for you to receive your very own Volturi Pendant, my love. It will reveal your status within this coven." He reached around and slowly flipped the jewel over. "Look at the back, Isabella," he instructed softly, his lips caressing her ear lightly.

"You will find a map of the star that I have named after you."

She glanced up, startled, searching his face in the mirror. "A what?!"

He flashed her a toothy grin. "You heard me right, my dear." He lifted the pendant, showing her the backside. "This is the original name of the star."

Bella squinted at the shiny golden surface.

PSR J1719-1438 was engraved in intricate letters.

"This is the name I chose."

She followed the path of his finger.

Isabella Swan Adamas.

"This particular star is known for having essentially turned into an enormous diamond. The word diamond stems from the Greek word Adamas. Now Greece is my place of birth. Adamas means invincible, which I am sure you will agree with me, that you are."

The young woman was left speechless, and he distinctly caught the whiff of her tears before they even began glistening in her eyes.

"Aro, I-," she was unable to finish the sentence, her ability to express herself verbally lost for the moment.

"Do you like it, amore mio?"

She turned around in his arms, tugging on his suit, trying to make him kiss her. He obliged her easily, allowing her to practically devour his lips, clearly trying to translate her feelings into the heated exchange.

"God damnit, why are you so perfect?!" She suddenly growled against his lips.

He chuckled darkly. "Mia cara, I am far from perfect. My love for you is, however, unending."

"Shut up, you are fucking perfect!" She responded, her voice thick with emotion.

Aro pulled back slightly, his eyebrows raised quizzically. "Did you just tell me to shut up, my love?"

"I did," she confirmed adamantly.

"My dear," he purred softly, making her shiver viciously. He captured her lips in a gentle yet searing kiss that made her moan longingly. "You forget who is your king."

She shuddered deliciously. "I didn't forget. And if you think you can make me obey you just because you are a king, then you can forget about it."

"Is that so?" His voice lowered into a deep resonating baritone, he knew would ring her body like a bell.

It did too. She did her best to keep her posture stiff even as she shuddered slightly. "Yeah."

They stared at each other for a long moment. Then he stepped back a pace, appraising her like a panther assessing where to take the first bite of its prey.

"I wonder if it is time that I introduce you to the intricacies of my royal stature."

She laughed, shaking her head. "You already have, Aro."

He smirked darkly, eyes glinting dangerously. "You misunderstand me, dear. I mean erotically."

His words made her gasp, her eyes going wide.

"You see, my dear Isabella, when a woman enters my bed, I have certain desires. Of course, I have suppressed these habits of mine, understanding that you were new to this world of pleasure. I have entertained your needs the most, making sure you experienced everything you could, only briefly dipping into the sea that is made of my desires. However, now…"

He paused, taking in her reaction, his eyes burning into hers. He could smell her arousal instantly. "You seem ready to be tested a bit more."

Noting with delight that she was already panting softly, he stepped back further.

"If you at any point feel uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop, and I will obey instantly. That said, would you like to try something with me?" He asked, smiling wolfishly at her. He noticed an almost imperceptible nod from her, so slight she didn't even know she had done it. She was most certainly ready to give in.

She swallowed noisily. "What do you have in mind? It seems we have already tried everything."

He chuckled seductively. If she only knew what he had in store for her. "Do you remember when I took you fully for the first time a few weeks back? I introduced the notion that I was your king, even when in bed?"

She shivered violently at the memory, her nipples suddenly pebbling beneath the red fabric of the dress, tempting him to attack the pliable flesh. "Yes," she whispered, mouth dry.

"Well, amore mio, I was not lying. I am a dominant, greedy and sometimes impatient lover, and the appeal of you… submitting fully to your king…" he paused, feeling his cock twitch impatiently at the mere thought. "Has me painfully hard right now."

She glanced down at his crotch, trying to see his erection. He was wearing a formal suit, the dark Italian silk falling around his body gracefully. He could tell she wanted to touch him.

He stepped closer again, taking her hand, and slowly placing it on his manhood. "This... is how the mere thought made me feel, my dear."

She released a sharp puff of air, her fingers grasping his length through the fine fabric of his trousers. He allowed her to get a good feel of him, before he elegantly stepped out of her reach again. He couldn't suppress a sultry smirk as she looked fiercely at him, her desire instantaneous.

"I will make it simple at first, ease you into it. Our first game could be a game of immobilisation. I will simply have you stay in one position, and not move unless I tell you to. Even if I touch you, you cannot move, unless I instruct you to. If you do, a penalty will fall. If you succeed, I will reward you richly." He considered her intently, taking in the way her lovely throat and chest seemed to suffuse with heat. She bit her lip, thoughtfully. "What penalty?"

He pondered the question. "There are several ways to deliver a punishment. The most common one is spanking." He heard her heart rate spike as he spoke. "However, have no fear. I will be very gentle with you. This first time, it will be nothing major."

"Could you show me?" She asked tentatively, cheeks flushing a deep red. He suddenly noticed that the scent of her arousal had increased exponentially. Interesting.

"Of course I could, my love, but I will need to have you sufficiently aroused to gain the full effect."

She gave a soft laugh. "That's not a problem," she said, gulping, nodding. "Definitely already there."

"Are you really, mia cara?"

She nodded.

"Hmmm, let me see," he crooned gently, stepping close quite smoothly. "Keep your hands at your side at all times, and do not move, my dear."

"Okay."

Aro smiled gently. "Also, in this game I would like you to call me sir or my king, whenever you speak to me. This goes for if I ask you any questions as well. Answer at once, and refer to these epithets. Do you understand me, Isabella?"

"Yes, my king."

The words made him want to rip that beautiful dress off her and take her right against the mirrored surface behind her. His smile widened. "Good girl, Isabella."

Instead, he leaned in, his lips nearly touching hers, but not quite sealing the deal. She tried to close the distance instinctively, wanting to kiss him. He evaded her advances.

"No my dear. You are not allowed to move. This counts for kisses as well. If I kiss you, you are allowed to kiss me back. However, no matter how much you want to, you cannot kiss me without me instructing you to."

"Does this mean I get a penalty?" She breathed eagerly, her body practically humming with expectation.

He released a deep chuckle. "You wish to be punished by your king so badly?"

"Yes."

"Indeed, you do seem quite eager my dear, because you are forgetting your manners already."

"Sorry, sir."

"It is quite too late, Isabella." Aro smiled seductively. "I would like you to place your hands high on the mirror, and keep them there until I say you can move them. Good, now spread your legs more. Well done."

She did as he asked, the position allowing him free access to any part of her he should desire. Resisting her for now, he studied her carefully, taking in the way her back arched, the way her breasts now seemed to hug the newly added pendant. He could barely distinguish her baby bump in this position.

Aro fisted her hair gently, pulling her head back, pressing his body close to hers. "Now my dear, comes your punishment for failing to follow my instructions and use your manners. If you are unwilling to endure it, tell me so at any time and I will stop."

"Yes, sir," she said, already breathless, waiting.

Still keeping close behind her, he began to hike up her dress, sensuously allowing the soft fabric to slide across her skin until he had piled it around her waist, exposing her rear to his hand. She was wearing a lovely set of black panties, and he caressed the smooth expanse of her ass before easily tearing them off of her in one swift motion. To her credit, she almost managed to stifle the gasp of surprise. His icy fingers lingered on the curve of her ass, enjoying the soft feel of her for a brief second. Then he dipped in between her legs, barely needing to check, the heady scent of her musk already filling his nostrils once he removed her knickers. She was already slick, her essence coating her labia already.

"Well, you certainly were not lying, were you, young one?" He chuckled, nearly ready to penetrate her on the spot.

"No, sir," she confirmed, her voice a soft moan.

"Brace yourself now, my love. I will deliver five slaps to this delectable ass of yours. Endure it, and you will be rewarded. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my king."

Smirking as the words fell from her lips so easily, he pulled his hand back from her and allowed it to fall gently back on the top of her ass. The slap wasn't hard, indeed it barely counted as a slap. Even so, he soothed her by caressing her gently.

"You are allowed to moan, amore mio," he said hotly, feeling her trembling against him.

He delivered another smack, this time allowing it to sting slightly, smoothing over the place instantly afterwards. She released a soft moan, her muscles tensing. He was still pressing against her, his chest at her back, his nose in her hair and he gave her another slap, this time with more force, jolting her body slightly. "How does that feel, my love?" He crooned, already knowing the answer.

The young woman was quite breathless, hips straining to not gyrate into his touch whenever he soothed her skin.

"It feels good," she moaned softly.

He slapped her ass more sharply this time. "Does it feel so good that your manners are slipping already, my dear?"

"Sorry, my king," she amended instantly.

"Hmm, I think another five spankings ought to teach you the lesson sufficiently."

He delivered a swift set of slaps to her now reddening ass, and she writhed into his touch.

He kept at it, gently easing her into a frenzied state of need, her body taut as she dutifully kept her fingers splayed across the glassy surface.

"I must say, my love; You are a natural at this." He delivered the last slap, making her moan in response. "Your king is pleased with you." He pressed his pelvis into her ass, grinding gently against her, making her feel his erection. She flushed at his words, clearly basking in the glory of his praise.

Stepping back, he knelt down behind her, appraising the way her ass seemed to glow, radiating heat. Peering curiously between her spread thighs, he saw quite literally how much she had liked his penalty.

"Goodness me, my love. Do you realise how wet you have become?"

"Yes, sir," she replied swiftly.

"Your nectar is running down your trembling thighs, Isabella." Aro considered her puffy folds for a moment.

"Seeing as you took your punishment like such a good girl, I am going to reward you now. Turn around, please."

Obeying instantly, she released a gasp as he suddenly assaulted her lips in a ferocious kiss that made her groan against him. He pulled her close, eagerly searching out every part of her mouth, exploring her intimately. As he did so, he lifted her up, her legs coming around his pelvis. Walking them both to an old fashioned dresser, the nice and sturdy kind with a mirror, he placed her down on the dark wooden surface, all the while still kissing her passionately.

"Loosen my tie for me, Isabella," he whispered hotly, only breaking the kiss momentarily.

Registering his words, she began to grope at the slippery fabric, untying it and sliding it from around his neck.

He grasped the silky material and wound it swiftly around her wrists, binding her hands together. Then he lifted her arms up above her head, hooking them around a side pole that kept the mirror of the dresser in place. She had to lean back to sit comfortably, and as soon as she did, he leaned in, his lips searching out her mouth again. His fingers dug through the soft folds of her dress, hoisting it up so he could push in between her legs. He kissed his way down her jaw and throat, locating her pulse point and latching greedily onto her skin, suckling hotly, despite his coldness. She released a deep groan, her body jerking against him.

"So responsive, my dear," he purred against her skin, allowing his teeth to scrape against her as well.

Hissing in response, she turned her head aside trying to grant him more access. Unable to slide the straps of her dress down her shoulders, he simply tore them loose, trailing wet kisses down her body until he found an already turgid nipple, pulling it deeply into his mouth, lashing it gently with a few swipes of his tongue.

"Shit!" She cried out, hips writhing incessantly, the dresser creaking ominously beneath her.

"Language, young one," he crooned darkly, switching to her other breast while replacing his mouth with his fingers on the first one.

"That's easy for you to say! Fuck, Aro!" She suddenly exploded with such force, her legs clamped hard around his hips, trying in vain to make him fuck her, her pelvis writhing hotly against him.

"I really should teach you some manners, my love," he growled, still applying himself to the task of devouring her breasts. "But I will save that for another time," he added, chuckling, quite certain that anything he said right now wasn't registering in her brain at all.

She let out a barely suppressed whimper as he kept manipulating her pliant flesh, sending shocks of fireflies straight to her core. It took him less than a couple of minutes to coax her to another strong orgasm, her body trembling violently.

"Please, just fuck me already!" She hissed urgently, her legs spreading wider again, granting him full access to her body.

He was sporting a raging erection by now, the sight of her bound and in this torn red dress was hard enough. Mixed with the sounds she had made when he had spanked her, he was on the verge of losing the last ounce of self-control he possessed. "Your manners are failing once again, my love. And you will not rush me, my piccolo uccello. I will possess you when I feel ready."

He sucked on her flesh again, making her hiss and tremble once more. He made his way down her abdomen, placing gentle kisses on her clothed midsection and baby bump before he arrived at her core. She presented quite a vision, dress torn, chest heaving, breasts exposed, legs spread out wide, and hands tied above her head. Her hair was ruffled from his fingers pushing eagerly into her scalp, and her lips were swollen from his passionate kisses.

He looked intently at her bared sex, her labia flushed to a deep pink, the lovely petals opened completely for him, a pearlescent droplet at her entrance, enticingly waiting for him to pick it up with his tongue. His crimson gaze locked on target and he growled softly, diving in to catch the slippery bead. He lapped it up, allowing his tongue to flutter across her perineum as well, making her moan hotly. She tasted absolutely divine, and he allowed his senses to be assaulted by all that was her, his lips, tongue and teeth making love to her until she was climaxing over and over again, exultant cries escaping her each time he sent her into the abyss.

"God Aro! Are you trying to fucking kill me?" She groaned once she returned from yet another peak, already finding him intent on sending her over again.

"I would mind that tongue of yours, lest I use it for far more pleasurable things," he growled in a dark voice. Even so he kept up his attentions on her damp core.

She was whimpering frantically as he easily made her come apart yet again, but when she started to orgasm, Aro straightened up swiftly, freeing his cock from its confinements, and entered her in one hard thrust that jolted her entire frame. Her whimpers transformed to a hoarse scream as she took him in, her walls clenching and fluttering around him as he kept still, deep inside of her, the hot convulsions of her orgasm nearly making him lightheaded with lust. As she stilled somewhat, Aro began to move, sensuously dragging his shaft along her walls, crooning and growling as she responded to him stretching and prodding her soft heat.

"This is what you were made for, my love, is it not? Desire." He delivered a sharp thrust, making her cry out, a needy whimper escaping her.

"Answer me, my dear," he crooned darkly, a silky warning in his voice. "Or I will stop this instant."

"Yes!" She responded immediately, her word nothing but a gasp.

"Lust," he hissed, another deep thrust, and he felt her inner muscles pulsate around him, an orgasm closing in on her.

"Yes," she managed, straining to keep lucid now.

"Pleasure," he pressed hotly, plunging in forcefully again. He felt her cervix shift as his cock prodded her deeply, intimately, and she was grasping him fiercely now, her walls throbbing and strumming around his length.

She was so close. "Yes!"

She was long gone by now, body quivering in desperate need of the release he held tantalisingly just out of her reach.

"Your king!" He growled, suddenly increasing the pace, sending her flying almost instantly, her answer a keening scream that threatened to shatter the mirrors around them.

He was hard pressed to keep his lust at bay by now, and holding her close he increased his movements, fucking her with wild abandon, the sturdy dresser rattling warningly beneath them both. He held onto her hips as he plunged into her again and again, making her scream and jerk, her cunt yet again gripping him like a velvety vice, tugging and abrading his cock perfectly. With a deep groan he could no longer hold out, and he erupted inside her, pulses of pleasure shooting through his body, making him pound her to another orgasm, her slippery heat literally milking him of his essence.

Recovering slowly, he raised himself from her heaving chest, his own body having literally collapsed on top of her after his climax. He admired her new Volturi necklace for a moment, as it glinted up at him. As he glanced at her face, he was greeted by a pair of shining eyes, and he felt at that moment that he could read her for the first time, penetrating her mind almost as effectively as he had penetrated her body. They stared long and silently at each other, both assessing their feelings tentatively.

Reaching up to release her from her bonds, he kissed her tenderly, not in any hurry to move from her snug body just yet.

"That was… Incredible," she murmured softly, throat slightly raw.

He smiled tenderly. "I am pleased you feel that way."

She nodded, closing her eyes, slowly recovering her senses. "I would like you to show me more," she finally said, her eyes opening again.

He almost felt his soul seared by her burning gaze, and he felt his cock twitch inside her at her words.

"It would be an honour, amore mio." He crooned, smiling seductively. "But not right now. I think you have had enough for today."

She nodded hesitantly, licking her lips, apparently unaware of the effect that had on him. "But I want to know more."

He chuckled in response, pulling his still hard member from her, allowing her legs down. "Let us go have a bath. I will answer any questions you may have then."

As she nodded again, he effortlessly ripped the dress down the middle, releasing a rumbling laugh as her eyes grew wide with shock.

"This is the easiest way," he explained as he hoisted her up in his arms, the sad remains of the heavy dress slipping to the floor at his feet.

"I really liked that dress, though," she sighed wistfully, glancing at the glistening red puddle of fabric.

"Well, then it is a good thing I had the foresight to have another one made for you," he replied smoothly.

He laughed again at her shocked face as he carried her through the bedroom towards the bathroom. "I knew exactly how my instincts would react to you in that lovely garment my dear. And as you have now come to realise, my instincts are not so easily suppressed when they concern you."

He felt her body shuddering deliciously against him as he spoke, his words apparently striking a cord within her.

"I'm beginning to think I'm going to need an entirely new wardrobe soon," she huffed, making him chuckle darkly.

"Yes well, going shopping for clothes is a small price to pay for having your king ravage that sweet little cunt of yours, is it not?"

He set her down as he spoke, and her knees literally buckled, a sharp breath escaping her.

He caught her easily, holding her close and peering down at her, knowing exactly the effect his words had on her.

"My my," he crooned seductively. "Are you so keen for your king's touch, that you buckle at the merest suggestion of me entering your succulent body?"

She huffed indignantly, shrugging in a sardonic sort of way, before turning towards the tub. "Not to sound rude, but my body's reaction isn't centered around you, Aro." She leaned in over the tub, soon allowing hot water to splash forth.

Eyes darkening, he stepped up close behind her, a hand tangling gently in her already mushed hair, pulling her back up so he could speak right in her ear. "Careful, little one. If need be, I will chastise you for your insolence. Forget not that punishment comes in many forms, and not all are going to feel as pleasurable as the one you have just experienced." She shivered deliciously against him, she could feel his erection again.

"Hmmm, I am tempted to have you once more, my love, but I fear I would exhaust you. As per the doctor's command, I should let you rest." As he spoke his hand caressed her stomach gently, fingers spanning her skin.

She inhaled sharply and tried to turn around in his grasp, but he held her firmly in place. "No, tesoro. I will have you pressed against me for a little while longer."

"I want to pleasure you," she whispered shyly. "My king," she added softly.

Something seemed to grip Aro's nether regions, because his cock gave a violent twitch, nearly sending him into a frenzy.

"Is that so?" He spoke quietly, the tone of his voice belying his inner desire, which was now being consumed as if it had been lit by napalm.

"Yes."

"You wish to serve your king?"

"Yes, sir."

"And how would you imagine that you could please me, my love?"

"I was thinking I need to be on my knees, sir."

Aro inhaled deeply into her hair, the mere scent of her driving him to the brink of his own sanity. He should have resisted his urges, but right now, he was completely helpless. "Very well. On your knees then, amore mio."

He let her go so she could turn around, which she did almost instantly. Their eyes locked, as she slowly sank down before him, her hands sliding down his torso as she did so.

"Unfasten me," he said in a husky voice, slightly raspy from the flame of his desire.

She undid his belt and trousers, swiftly having his cock free. Without preamble she took him in between her soft lips, giving a greedy pull that nearly made his knees give way. He undid his shirt slowly, looking down at her as she pleasured him, soon having discarded his trousers as well, allowing them to fall around his ankles, leaving him mostly naked. She was eager for him, and he had a hard time not following her example, and simply fuck her throat until he could spill himself deeply inside of her hot and wet mouth. He buried his fingers in her hair, doing his best to be gentle with her. Even so, he couldn't resist thrusting slowly, a soft groan rumbling from his chest. She moaned throatily around his length, and he nearly lost it then and there.

"Ah, my dear, your eagerness is contagious, but I have to be careful not to get carried away." As he spoke she redoubled her efforts, and Aro felt his eyes almost roll to the back of his head, his treacherous body momentarily taking control. His hips flexed sharply, his cock pushing deep inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.

Hissing, he hastily pulled out a bit. "Spiacente, amore mio," he groaned, fighting to regain his senses.

She felt entirely too fucking good, and he sensed his climax was just around the corner.

"You feel so good, my dear," he groaned just as he felt the first pulses of his orgasm, his seed spurting forth, hitting the back of her tongue. She took everything, greedily drinking him down, still moaning with evident lust.

He glanced down, and felt himself twitch as he saw her lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing member.

He pulled out slowly, still breathing harshly.

"More," she said, breathless with need. "Give me more, my king."

Aro, of course, was helpless, allowing his desire to sweep him up and carry him down the waterfall of their mingled need. Who was he to deny her thirst after all?

Little did he know, this was only the beginning of what she would come to claim from him. And he, her.

"Bellezza mia, sei un sogno."

It was almost noon on the next day, and Aro found himself in his study. His mate had joined him, wanting to keep him company as he worked. However, it wasn't long before they were distracted by other, more delectable activities. Right now, she was kneeling before him again, applying herself judiciously to his cock, pleasuring him eagerly with her mouth. She was so ferocious it took him less than five minutes to erupt, and she lapped up everything with such vigor that he was left speechless for a long moment. Once he recovered, he pulled her onto his lap, her back against his chest, pulling her skirt up, and with pure lust, he entered her body, groaning as she enveloped his length in her silky heat. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against his body, his lips finding her ear and nibbling gently on her earlobe. Then he began to thrust, pushing in as far as he could go, making her moan softly. He took his time in coaxing her to the first orgasm, but once she was there, she seemed to ignite in flames, her body producing peak after peak. He moved unhurriedly, allowing her to feel him inside her, dragging against her walls, her body shivering and pulsating around him with increasing force.

As she came apart again, he could no longer keep from pounding into her more forcefully, jolting her body with every thrust. It wasn't long before he too surrendered to another climax, spilling himself inside her hot body.

She swiftly clampered off him and knelt yet again between his legs, pulling him deeply into her mouth. It was then he had uttered those words, sensing her need for this more than his. Even so, she made him shudder within moments, his body releasing his seed between her lips yet again.

She seemed eager to continue, but he reluctantly pulled her away, swallowing thickly. "That is enough, tesoro."

When she looked up at him, her eyes were shining with unadulterated lust, clearly not ready to halt their activities.

"You need your rest, my love. Your body needs,-"

"You," she interrupted, licking his length again, making fires burst in his chest.

Growling, and feeling slightly perplexed with her seemingly unending need for him, he pushed her down onto the floor, spreading her legs wide, his cock finding her opening easily. He fucked her lustily, soon making her scream huskily, his name mixed with her otherwise unintelligible babbling.

16 weeks pregnant

Aro sat pondering his situation in the library. It was in the middle of the night, which was about the only time he could pull himself free from his mate. Not that he could complain, but she was becoming increasingly insatiable. Her desire for him was seemingly never ending. Not that he was much better off, but he had noticed something different in her needs. She constantly wanted to pleasure him. With her mouth. She was like a newborn vampire, only instead of blood, she craved his seed. Every time he was in her proximity, she seemed to become possessed by an unquenchable thirst. She was not satisfied until he had orgasmed at least three times in her mouth. What was more, her thirst seemed to grow every day, and Aro was puzzled as to the reason why.

So here he sat, having searched the entire book collection in the castle, and despite his vampire speed, he had come up empty.

He was lucky that his body had no trouble keeping up with his young mate's needs, but even so, he couldn't pretend that her behaviour wasn't worrying. He sighed softly. There was no other option. He had to consult with the resident doctor. This conversation was going to be very awkward and uncomfortable. Aro wasn't looking forward to it, and he decided to wait a little while longer. It wasn't as if he couldn't live with the way things were going for now. His cock twitched as he thought about her again. Despite his own desire for her, he had a feeling that something unpleasant would come of this, if he didn't at least understand what was happening.

18 weeks pregnant

"I have a… concern to raise with you, doctor," Aro said hesitantly.

"I hope I can answer it then." Carlisle had been reluctant to speak much regarding Bella's pregnancy lately, because things had progressed normally, and yet, the situation was far from normal. It was in fact anything but normal.

Aro shifted slightly, observing as Carlisle took his pawn, and placed it beside the chess board. He repressed a smirk. Good lord, he was becoming distracted.

"I…" he cleared his throat. This was rather uncomfortable to talk about. "Isabella has these last few weeks been rather…" He halted, thinking. How could he possibly word this without it sounding gaudy?

"Pregnant?" Carlisle finished for him, when he hesitated a moment too long.

"Yes, obviously. However, that is not my concern right now. Or rather it is always my concern. But she seems to have become quite obsessed with my… Essence."

Carlisle frowned, not quite understanding. Aro shifted again, his discomfiture evident now.

"Your… Essence?"

"My… Seed."

Comprehension hit the doctor like a ton of bricks. Despite his professional exterior, Aro could practically feel the embarrassment roll off of the man. "How do you mean?" He finally asked delicately.

"She is always very eager to give me oral sex. Which is lovely, but it is becoming so frequent that it is starting to worry me. I wonder if there is a medical explanation for her unusual behaviour."

Aro had to admire Carlisle's effort in keeping the conversation as clinical as possible. He could practically see the curiosity in the man's eyes, clearly he was eager for anything medically unusual, and this was definitely unusual. To say the least.

"Have you asked her about it?" Carlisle said, fiddling with the pawn he had conquered from Aro.

"Not yet, no. I do not think she realises her own… Curious behaviour for the moment."

The doctor nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed. Increased libido is perfectly normal during a pregnancy, but I have never seen it manifest like this."

Aro resisted the urge to smirk at the doc's choice of words. As if he had ever seen a pregnancy like this befpre. "Do you think it means something, old friend?"

Carlisle cleared his throat, clearly thinking. "I have a theory."

Aro waited impatiently for the doctor to gather his thoughts.

"Your… Sperm is primarily made of vampire venom. Now, vampire venom is unlike any substance on this earth. In many ways it resembles human blood a lot. Though it will be different in many aspects too. I suspect her body needs the nutrients to grow the… for a lack of a better word, hybrid child. Her body expelled your venom in the beginning of the pregnancy. Now I think she's craving it because she still needs it, and this is one way to acquire it." Carlisle was speaking with more fervour now, his academic mind clearly taking over.

"One way?" Aro inquired, leaning forward. "Are there any other ways to get her what she needs?"

Carlisle nodded. "There is one more way, but it is not pleasant, for you at least. Nor her, now I come to think of it. It requires your venom to be extracted manually and for her to drink it directly."

Aro winced and nodded. It sounded plausible enough. He had never had his own venom extracted before, but he knew from others that the process was extremely painful. Status Quo would definitely be preferable. "So, I shouldn't deny her?"

Carlisle was back to being uncomfortable again. "On the whole, I think the benefits of this outweigh the downsides to it. A pregnant body works on instinct. So... allow her to take what she needs."

Aro sighed. He was going to have a difficult time disentangling himself from his young mate now.

"Once she is changed, her behaviour should change."

"How reassuring." Aro knew he should feel pleased. An untold amount of blowjobs every day? What could possibly go wrong?

If only he had known.

26 weeks pregnant

The weeks had flown by. Bella was getting bigger and bigger. And so was her appetite. She consumed human food for the most part, but she also seemed to consume Aro. All of him. Several times a day, in fact. Not that he should complain. Her appetite was certainly providing him an unlimited amount of pleasure, and he was loath to deny her anything at this point. He almost couldn't leave her side anymore. If she needed him and he wasn't there, her hormones made the situation almost impossible to resolve.

So to ease things on them both, Aro stayed with her during her waking hours, and did the most important work during the nights, while she slept.

He was so preoccupied that he forgot to keep an eye out for one crucial detail. His mistake was going to cost him dearly in the very near future.

27 weeks pregnant.

"Aro, you have to leave, or you will kill her and your unborn child." It was Marcus who spoke.

Everything seemed to have gone wrong. So very, very wrong. Aro's mind was clouded with a need that possessed him so fully he seemed to be looking through a haze of red hot bloodthirst.

Aro knew Marcus was right, though the truth seared his very soul. His brother was shielding Aro's young mate, his body crouching over Bella protectively. What was far worse, he was shielding her from Aro. Finally Aro seemed to come to his senses somewhat, now that he had a small amount of distance from her. From her blood, though he could still smell it, and his muscles tensed with the effort of resisting her. Carlisle's hand on Aro's shoulder was still holding tightly onto him, keeping him firmly in check.

Aro glanced at his mate, their eyes locking with startling clarity. She was a mess, her hair was disheveled, her body bruised, fear clouding her features even as the love for him seemed to recede somewhat in her brown eyes. A thin stream of blood was running slowly from her left nostril.

He had done this to her. He had hurt her. Again. The thought made him want to scream. The pain within him seemed to twist and flux, as the realisation of what he had done hit him like a trainwreck.

"Go, Aro," Carlisle intoned in his soft voice, his worried expression matching his tumultuous thoughts.

"Aro," Bella whispered desperately. "What is happening to you?"

Aro fought his inner beast, the ruthless pull of his mate's blood almost too much for him. All he could do was shake his head once, closing his eyes in frustration. "I am... Truly sorry, my love. I warned you, I am... Far from perfect," he ground out through clamped teeth, the pain in his voice evident, the realisation leaving him cold.

Then, with his dead heart being pierced by her cry of anguish, he ran as fast as he could. He decided to follow Carlisle's silent suggestion. But most importantly he had to escape her alluring scent, lest he destroy the only good thing in his life.

Translations:

Spiacente, amore mio (Italian) = I am sorry, my love.

Bellezza mia, sei un sogno (Italian) = My beauty, you are a dream.

The star mentioned in this chapter is in fact real. Pretty neat, huh?

I know this chapter doesn't contain much about any other characters, but I had a hard time fitting it in with everything else I wanted to happen. They will return soon, I promise!

Also, what do you think about the... Unusual thirst Bella has? It made sense in my head at the time. But even so, I was veeeeery hesitant to post this. Lol!

Pleeeeeaaaaase let me know what you think, I will be eternally grateful for any feedback!

-Pancakes