Chapter 14 is now ready despite my arms feeling like lead after today's training session. (I swear they are trying to kill me out there! The pain, you can't imagine!)

I just realised how long this story is. I can't believe that I have written 14 chapters on a story I never even planned. Crazy! I hope it wasn't too obvious that nothing was planned out, though I must say that it is a delight to just write on, feeling the ideas float by.

Anyway, I think there will be one more chapter, and then I will be done with this story. Sorry!

I want to thank everyone for your lovely words of support and speculations. It was a delight to get an insight into what you felt as you read the story. I deeply appreciate it!

I have a lot of other ideas, which will come to life in other stories, so feel free to check out my profile once in a while. I will be working a lot the coming weeks; updates will not be as fast as I have been posting this story. I apologize in advance for that.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot of this fanfic. Twilight is not mine, and unfortunately neither is Aro.

Now, please read on. Lots of smut to get past before we are at the end. Enjoy!

A teensy reminder of the last chapter:

I opened the door, leading them in. Edward was at his desk as usual. He stood up as we entered.

Mateo stepped inside, glancing around, his eyes fell on the young vampire in front of us. A pause, and then his breath caught in his throat.

That I anticipated. What I did not anticipate, was the words coming out in a whisper, almost like a prayer.

"Quis est iste rex gloriae?"

Aro's POV

I felt Isabella frown at his words, and I could tell she was nearly looking around for a dictionary, to translate what he had said. Edward and I understood perfectly. He stiffened noticeably, and I stood contemplating the situation, both eyebrows raised.

It could not possibly be. What were the odds?

Mateo said no more as he stood staring intently at Edward. Edward's face changed slowly from surprise to shock as something seemed to transfer between the two. I wondered if I should touch Edward to make sure everything was as it should be, but I did not want to encroach upon their privacy either, so I stood waiting, holding Isabella's hand.

After a few minutes of an uneasy silence, Mateo slowly stepped forward, coming closer to Edward, his hand slowly reaching for his cheek, gently touching. Edward allowed it, his eyes transfixed on the stranger, the rest of the world lost to him. Suddenly a certain shift in the young vampire, as Mateo stepped even closer, his other hand on Edward's chest. Edward's brows furrowed with discomfort, an expression of grief flooding his features, as his eyes closed, almost as if trying to block something out, his head shaking marginally from side to side. He whimpered slightly.

I suddenly felt Carlisle behind me. He stepped into the room, quickly assessing the situation, catching my eye, frowning. I shook my head, holding up my hand to stop him. He froze, waiting in utter silence.

Mateo did not move, but he spoke delicately.

"Aro, will you please hold him? This will hurt quite a bit I am afraid,"

I promptly stepped forward, pushing Edward back against the wall, pinning him in place. As he was only wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, my mind was suddenly flooded with everything that had transpired between the two. I suddenly knew what was coming, and I knew I did not wish to experience it. I also knew there was no way in avoiding it.

Edward was already groaning furiously, struggling slightly, as every painful experience summoned by Mateo, surfaced in his mind, and therefore in my mind as well. I braced myself as I felt the pain as Mateo seemed to work his magic. It almost felt like Jane's pain, though infinitely more intense, pure agony, as he scoured the memory from Edward's mind, then coasting to the next, quickly assessing if it needed removing.

Edward's groans became more forceful as Mateo worked, no longer able to hold it in, and he screamed with agony. His pain was my pain, as I saw and felt everything he felt. I did not scream, however. I gritted my teeth knowing that I needed to keep strong, focusing on keeping him in place as he struggled more violently, trying to escape my grip.

Isabella was at my side, trying to give me strength as she placed a hand on my shoulder, as there was not enough room for her to hold Edward too. The small room was already crowded as it was. It felt even smaller with Edward's screams filling the cramped space.

It felt like an exorcism as we worked for hours, Edward's screaming never ceasing. Mateo looked exhausted, and I felt drained too, and a little puzzled. Vampires should not be able to feel like this. I however recognised that every gift has a prize. I would have to ask him about that some time. Mateo was relentless, as he prodded Edward's mind for any memory that pained him, either removing it completely, or toning it down, making it appear almost like a distant dream.

Ultimately, Edward quietened down, only small whimpers escaping him in the end, and he was finally able to open his eyes.

Mateo gently stroked his cheek, speaking softly in Spanish.

"No más dolor mi amor,"

Isabella understood the last two words, and I felt her head snap around comprehension dawning in her features. Carlisle had shifted sharply too. Of course, I knew what had happened, as I had seen everything transpire.

Edward's face shifted slowly from discomfort to relief, as he seemed to regain his senses. It was almost like an exceedingly painful toothache had been eliminated. His head felt clear for the first time in decades. His breathing was shallow, as he looked around at us, eyes not in focus. Then he smiled. It was unnerving to say the least. It looked like he had been drugged or given cannabis. I stepped back, allowing Mateo space.

They looked at each other for a minute and then suddenly Edward grabbed Mateo by the neck, pulling him in for a not so gentle kiss. Isabella gasped softly. I nudged her, and she fell silent again, trying to seem inconspicuous. I grabbed her hand and pulled her slowly out of the room, nudging Carlisle before me, and then quietly closed the door behind us. They would need some privacy. Edward seemed well tended to at least, if the deep sensual groans now sounding from the room were anything to go by. Carlisle chuckled softly, but said nothing, as he quickly left. Probably to write to his family.

We walked slowly, Isabella and I, both deep in thought, barely registering that we were at her rooms all of a sudden. She stepped in through the doors, turning towards me. I waited for her to invite me in, guessing she might need some time to herself.

I was wrong, as she grabbed me by my necktie and pulled me in, her lips crashing upon mine, and we kissed deeply, passionately, her pushing me against the wall by the door. She had begun opening my shirt, when I felt myself beginning to tremble, a groan pushing up from my chest. She misinterpreted it, thinking it was passion and continued to kiss my throat heatedly. I grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back as gently as I could manage.

She looked at me puzzled, and I merely shook my head, pain flaring across my mind. I sank to the floor on all fours, my forehead hitting the carpet, my hair falling down, thankfully shielding her from my face, as I felt a scream of pure, unadulterated anguish build within me. I could do nothing to stifle it, as it wanted out, it rang across the room, bouncing off the walls, reverberating both inside and out of me. I had never experienced such pain, and I knew I needed to release it, or I would soon need the services of Mateo too. I dimly registered Isabella at my side, her hands on my back, speaking in a terrified voice, clearly trying to comfort me. Then Carlisle was in the room, on his knees by my head, trying to get my attention, as I squeezed my eyes shot, fingers clawing at the carped, as my head nearly felt like splitting from the pain.

Then everything went dark.

Bella's POV

I had never felt so scared in my life. Aro's scream was the single most terrifying sound I had ever heard. It told of pure pain and suffering, and I felt helpless to do anything. Suddenly I felt Carlisle's hand on my shoulder, a reassuring touch. I never knew fear such as this, and I could do nothing to dispel the feeling that something had gone terribly wrong. But I could not see how. Mateo had helped Edward. What could possibly be happening now? Carlisle kneeled beside Aro, trying to get his attention, but the pitch of his scream only rose, and then suddenly silence. It rang through the room, nearly making me disoriented. Then I noticed Aro as he slumped onto his side, still as the dead. Silence reigned.

Then I began to scream.

Bella's POV

My hands were covering my mouth as I screamed my sorrow. Seeing my mate like this tore a hole through me, not understanding what could be happening.

"No!"

I fell to my knees, my hands cradling his head in my lap, his long, black hair a halo around his pale features. His eyes weren't even closed, their crimson stare not seeing. I began sobbing, though tears never fell, I shook uncontrollably as I feared the worst. This was my fault. My mate had died because of me. Then I felt a hand on my head, stroking my hair gently. Looking up, I saw Marcus, smiling softly, his eyes a deep calm sea. I stared at him, as he looked at Aro's limp form.

"Isabella, he is not dead. I see your bond still; it would be torn had he lost his life. Please be calm, he will come round again, not to worry."

His words took a few seconds to penetrate the wall of grief that surrounded my brain. Then his words registered, and I fell silent, trying to calm my breathing. Carlisle got up, and grabbed Aro under the arms, indicating that I should grab his legs. We hauled him to my bed, where we lay him as comfortable as we could under the duvet, after pulling off his black suit, stripping him down to his boxers.

I crawled up beside him, smoothing out his hair.

"Is there anything we can do?" I asked, as I gazed down at the frightening visage before me.

"No, I suspect only time will need to pass." Marcus said gently. His calm demeanour soon transferred a little to me, and I closed my eyes, my head resting on Aro's bare chest.

"I will keep watch," I said, indicating that the others could leave for now. And so, I did. Just like Aro had kept watch over me as I transitioned into a vampire, I kept vigil over him, as he lay. Days passed like this. I never even moved, just staring into space, or closing my eyes, just feeling him. I didn't know how long we lay like this, but I suddenly felt Carlisle's fingers touch my shoulder gently.

"Bella, you need to take a shower and eat something," I didn't feel like moving from Aro's side. I wasn't even hungry.

"At least you should take a shower, Bella, you are still filthy from your travels. You will feel much better after, I promise."

I recognised the truth in his words. Luckily Aro was still on my bed, so I wouldn't have to go too far away from him.

"I will watch him for now." Carlisle said softly, dragging a chair over by the bed, sitting down. I nodded slowly, getting up on my elbow, looking into Aro's face, before placing a gentle kiss on his jaw. His stillness scared me. I crawled down and began collecting everything I needed for a shower. I was quickly finished, and stood in the steamy room, wrapped in a thick kimono, brushing the tangles out of my wet hair.

Suddenly I heard Carlisle calling for me, and I flashed into my bedroom, comb still in hand. He was on the edge of his seat staring intently at Aro.

"Something is happening," He said with bated breath.

Bella's POV

I stepped closer, watching. Aro had begun breathing again, his brows slightly tugged together. I threw the duvet a side a little and crawled onto the bed, touching his chin, and his head turned towards me, eyelids flickering slightly, almost as if he was dreaming.

"Aro?" I said softly, almost not daring to breathe. He hummed shortly, before he breathed deeply, his mouth opening slightly, his tongue visible resting against his teeth.

Then he stiffened, and I suddenly felt myself tossed on to my back, his red eyes staring into mine, his teeth bared. He easily pinned me into place, and then he slowly dipped his head into the crook of my neck, using his tongue to caress me.

"Aro, love, we have company," I rasped as his intentions suddenly became clear, pressing into my thigh. He didn't react, but simply continued nibbling at my skin, and I felt his fingers tugging open the cord keeping my kimono closed around me, as he nudged his hips in between my legs.

Carlisle cleared his throat slightly.

"It doesn't matter, I can come back- I'll come back later," he managed as he swiftly left the room, eyes averted.

Aro didn't seem to have noticed, as he just kept up his caresses, his breathing deep and calm, as he shifted a little, rolling his hips into my centre, making me moan softly, as jolts of pleasure shot through me.

"Ho bisogno di te," he murmured against my skin, as he shifted slightly again, and I suddenly felt him stiff and ready, prodding his way into my body, filling me completely in one slow thrust, his lips seeking out mine, as he gently made love to me, his hands at the nape of my neck, pulling my face towards his. Suddenly I felt a shift in him, and his movements became more ravenous as he sank into my heat again and again, growling deep in his throat, his hands roaming my body, yanking the kimono open, his mouth at my breasts, ferociously kissing and biting the nipples until they stood at attention. He leaned on his hands as his gaze focused on them, teeth bared at the sight, his thrusts coming in hard and fast, a growl escaping him at every plunge into me. I arched my back sharply as his hard thrusts coaxed an orgasm from me, my slick walls quivering violently around him. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me up from the bed, his mouth placing hot open-mouthed kisses onto my sternum and solar plexus, my head still resting on the bed, tilted back at a sharp angle.

"Ancora!" he growled into my skin, as he thrust into me more forcefully, increasing the speed making the headboard bang against the wall again and again. The top of my head were directly on the bed now, as my back arched even further, my whole body tingling from the force of his thrusts, his pelvis undulating wildly against me, and I felt the heat as it suddenly coiled and a string inside me snapped, as I shuddered violently in a new forceful release, a sharp cry tearing from my lips.

"Yes," he hissed heatedly, letting me down onto the bed again, then he lay down beside me, pulling my back against his chest, shifting the kimono out of his way, and he entered me again in a swift push of his hips, as he placed a hand on my hip, pulling me against him again and again. Then his hand was at my clit, rubbing it, his mouth at my ear, suckling my earlobe, making me fall apart in minutes, my body trembling against his chest. He rolled me onto my stomach, as he climbed on top of me, now driving into me with wild abandon, his hands at the small of my back, pinning my hips in place as he now was seeking his own release. It didn't take him long, and he finally shuddered against me, breathing rapidly, as his chest crashed on top of me, him nuzzling my cheek, his hips giving a few more thrusts before laying still.

"My Isabella," he said in a husky voice, placing kisses on my jaw and cheek. My arms were still in the kimono, even though most of the fabric had become trapped beneath us in our frenzied love-making session. He removed it from my person and then he lay beside me again, pulling me against him, my head resting on his chest. We lay like this for a while, my fingers tracing in an aimless pattern on his chest.

"You scared me," I said softly, as I felt his fingers stroking my shoulder.

"I apologize, tesoro," He squeezed my shoulder briefly before resuming his caresses. "That was never my intention," He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. "What happened?" I asked looking up into his face. His eyes had been closed, but he opened them to look down at me.

"I am not sure. Sensory overload, I think. I just felt such unbelievable pain. Everything Edward felt as Mateo worked on him. It was like my body needed to release it or I risked it becoming trapped inside me."

I pondered his words a while.

"But… you were gone, like dead,"

"Was I? I did not feel a thing. It was bliss to not have to feel again. How long was I out?"

I bit my lip.

"I'm not sure actually, days. I lost track of time." I said uncertainly. He chuckled softly.

"Well, I am sorry for scaring you. It will never happen again, I assure you," he promised. We fell silent again. His fingers travelled down my spine, using it like a staircase, and I smiled fondly into his skin.

"How is Edward faring?" Aro asked softly into the silent room.

I sighed slightly.

"He is apparently doing good. Marcus has confirmed that he and Mateo are mates. It's like a match made in heaven actually," I said almost chuckling a little at the thought.

"Hmmm, I wonder If we have found the true reason behind our mating. Edward and Mateo. Who would have seen it coming? The die is cast it seems."

"Yes, well like us, they have barely left his small room in the dungeons these last days, though for different reasons than us, unfortunately," I said with a small sigh.

"Hmmmm, are you envious of them, Isabella?" He purred as his fingers gripped my hip firmly. I could see him stir to life again, and I lifted my head to look up at him.

"Do you mean to say, that I have left you unsatisfied?" He asked in a mock indignant voice.

"Yes, very, I have had to do without you for at least two weeks by now. I wasn't expecting you to suddenly need your beauty sleep for days, when I finally returned from my travels, you know," He smiled deviously, as he suddenly pulled me on top of him, my legs stretched out beside his.

"Cheeky minx," he growled softly.

I rested my palms on either side of his head, arms stretched as he looked at me, tenderness in his eyes. His fingers caressed my cheek, before tugging my hair behind my ears.

"I should punish you for your insolence," he murmured, his hands resting on my buttocks, as he flexed his hips up into me, his manhood sliding against my core. I gasped at the feeling, my head bending down, my hips rocking into him slightly.

"Don't you think I have been punished enough by now?" I asked sarcastically.

"No, I will never get enough of punishing you, my naughty little vamp," he growled as he shifted his hips a little, penetrating me in one swift motion, his hands holding me tight against him as he lazily undulated his pelvis up into me, his eyes on mine. His slow thrusts had him rubbing my walls in a sublime way, but not quite enough to give me release. I closed my eyes as I felt my insides clench as he pushed deep inside me.

"No, my little vixen, you will open your eyes and look at me, or I will have to make real my threat of punishing you," He said in a low growl, as he gave a particular hard thrust, that nearly sent me over the edge, a soft cry escaping me. I had nearly opened my eyes, but then he repeated the move, and my hips lurched forward, as he made me orgasm unexpectedly. I fell onto his chest, holding onto him as my body shook on top of him, my face at his throat. Once the waves subsided, he began rubbing my back and buttocks soothingly beginning to thrust again.

"Well, I suppose that means punishment for you, my dear," He purred. I barely registered his words, before he had me beneath him again, as he trailed kisses down my body. He spoke as he went, his deep voice making me shiver.

"You cannot orgasm, not until I say so, do you understand me?" He said, as he spread my legs open. I didn't even manage a nod before his mouth was on my trembling heat, his lips closing around my clit. A cry flew from my lips, as he licked me eagerly. I was nearly there, when he stopped using his mouth on me, but instead thrust two fingers deep inside me, fingering me insistently. I had to concentrate on his words, don't come. I tried to maintain my focus in other places in the room, as he kept sending my body to the edge. He continuously shifted between mouth and fingers, as he expertly held me on the precipice, nearly making me cry. Then he suddenly penetrated me with his cock and fucked me in long forceful strokes.

"Remember, you do not get to have your ecstasy. If you do, it will be worse for you, I promise," he growled deep in his throat. He was making it extremely hard for me, as he suddenly straddled my thighs and pushed into me, his pelvis mashing my clit in a most divine manner. His mouth descended on my throat, as his hands held my shoulders. I was groaning loudly with the effort of not coming, but then he began teasing my breasts with his mouth. Suddenly every nerve ending was tingling fiercely, and I knew he would make me come in seconds. It was the hardest thing I had ever done.

"Stop! Aro, stop, or I will come!" I managed through clenched teeth. He did as I asked, making me step back from that wonderful edge, as I panted sharply, not knowing what to do with myself.

"Tell me when you are in control again," he said in a deep voice, breath coming in short bursts, taking my arms above my head, interlacing his fingers in mine. I did my best to calm down, and then I finally nodded. His pelvis started moving instantly, and I tilted my head back, doing everything I could to not let go. My inner walls were clenched so tight I could feel every ridge of him as he fucked me into the mattress. And so, it went. Him fucking me until I was teetering on the edge of the most incredible orgasm of my life, forcing me to stop him before sweet release, then doing it all over again. After stopping him 6 times, I was feeling frantic. I had never needed a release so bad, but he was ruthless. My insides felt swollen beyond belief, I could feel something trickle down between my clenched buttocks. He was growling softly, his lips parted in a heated smirk, watching me as I struggled to contain myself, his thick manhood pressing into every sweet spot of my vagina.

"S-s-stop," I gasped for the seventh time. He did as I asked, his mouth lingering a hairbreadth away from my lips, as he held me to him. I was trembling from head to foot, whimpering as I felt my release skulking off into darkness yet again.

"Hmmm, do you want it, my dear?" he asked in a hot purring voice. I nodded frantically my arms clinging to him.

"Say it," he hissed forcefully, rocking his pelvis powerfully into me, making me jump against him a cry tearing from my lips.

"Out loud," He continued the movement, having me on the edge again in an instant.

"St-stop, Aro. I will come, I swear I will," I said, hoarse with need.

"You will not, my dear," he crooned in a threatening manner, once again thrusting sharply into me.

"Ah!" I tensed all over, my fingers digging into his shoulders, trying to force my body to not orgasm. I never knew it was so hard. I frantically tried to think of anything else, preferably disgusting things.

He thrust again - Garbage trucks

Thrust - Sewage water

Thrust - Rats – no wait, rats were cute.

Thrust - Sickness

Thrust – Mouldy food

Suddenly he stopped moving, and I took a breather, opening my eyes to look into his face.

"Now, my dear Isabella, I would like you to clench around my penis until I spill my essence within your wonderfully snug cunt. If you manage that, I will consider letting you find your release as well. Keep in mind, that you may not have yours yet. If you however do not obey, I will keep you on edge for weeks. Do you understand?"

My mouth was suddenly dry, as I nodded solemnly.

Aro's POV

And so, she began, her magnificent cleft clamped around me again and again while I kept still merely resting between her thighs, my eyes on her face, as I watched her struggle with the task. She had to stop several times, her breathing giving away her impending climax. I smirked as she slowly found a rhythm that had me on the right track. I felt her walls clasp me, like a velvety vice, and I slowly felt myself creeping nearer.

When she stopped, I felt it retreat a little and she almost had to start over. I had never had such a painful erection, but I had to keep my cool. I felt that familiar tug as she slowly coaxed me along the winding road to orgasm. Her lips parted as I recognised the signs of her release nearing again and she had to stop, a frustrated sigh exhaling from her.

She started again shortly, her small fingers digging into my shoulders, as she fought the strong urge to just get her own release. Little did she know that her struggle fuelled me, and I let my breathing signify my own impending release. A small exhalation flew from her mouth, as she realised how close she was to achieving her assignment, and her efforts grew in intensity, as she clenched and clenched around me faster and faster, panting as she fought her body's response. Suddenly I felt it coming, and had to force myself to keep still, as she slowly tipped me over the edge with only her silken walls tugging on my prick. My mouth descended upon her throat as I finally came apart inside her, spilling everything I had into her, a deep groan escaping me, my body shuddering slightly against her, myself struggling to not just thrust deep and hard, knowing she would climax instantly if I did so.

"Good girl," I crooned at her, nuzzling her cheek.

Her breath was coming in small sharp bursts, her entire body trembling violently, as she awaited my decision. Would I allow her own sweet release, or would she have to endure? I got up, crawling off the bed. I could almost feel her rage, her glare burned into my back, as I walked into her closet, searching for a specific item. She lay where I had left her, as I walked back towards her. Getting into bed, I instructed her onto all fours, having her bury her face in the pillow, so she could not see what I was doing.

Then I traced the feather I had pulled from one of her hats down her spine all the way down between her cheeks, ending just before it hit her clitoris, making her moan heatedly. I lightly brushed her nether lips with the tip, only slightly coming up to touch her where she needed it the most. Her hips jerked sharply, and I could tell I needed almost no pressure for her to hurtle herself over into the abyss. I teased her body for almost an hour, several times getting her close before withdrawing and having her snarl in frustration. She would kill me if I did not soon end her misery. Well, I could go on for ever. She would just have to beg me.

Finally, I lay down, my head between her legs, making her straddle my face, as I nuzzled her neat curls, flicking my tongue out at her for the briefest of moments. She moaned in a high-pitched voice, her breathing erratic. She tried to grind onto me, but my hands kept her in place, she could do nothing to relieve that terrible ache between her legs. I licked her thighs on either side, making her tremble slightly, another moan released. It suddenly turned to a sharp cry, as she felt my next gesture, making her entire body lurch on the bed. I had moved my lips and tongue extremely fast, practically vibrating for a moment, making direct contact with her clitoris, before pulling back again.

"Oh!" She said in desperation. I did it again for the briefest of moment. Not enough for her to orgasm, but enough to make her desperate for more. She was sobbing, fingers clenching the duvet.

I pushed a digit into her, fingering her gently, as I kept up the interval, not allowing her release.

She was writhing against me, trying to find purchase.

"Aro, please! I can't take it anymore!" She finally broke. I held off a little longer, just to hear her sob into the duvet, her body humming with need. Finally, I granted her the long-withheld price of her achievement.

"You may come for me," I crooned against her skin, before vibrating my lips and tongue directly where she needed it. She was screaming now, the feeling almost too much for her, as she pelted towards her climax with complete abandon. She exploded forcefully against my lips, her hips writhing wildly. I felt an eruption of fluids shower my lips as she rode out her peak. Then I flipped her onto her back, straddling her thighs again, plunging into her repeatedly, my lips capturing a nipple, my fingers fondling the other. She practically arched off the bed, as she instantly orgasmed powerfully around me, her body jack-knifing against me, her convulsing channel dragging me with her over the edge, as I undulated uncontrollably into her sweet heat.

I gently kissed her brow, as she lay spent beneath me.

"Well done," I said huskily, before clambering off her, wrapping my arms around her, and we lay, silent, only our bodies singing in tune with each other.

Tranlations:

Quis est iste rex gloriae? (latin) = Who is he, this king of glory?

No más dolor mi amor. (Spanish) = No more pain, my love.

Ho bisogno di te. (Italian) = I need you.

Ancora. (Italian) = Again.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, and please leave your thoughts, let me know of anything that comes to mind. Thank you!

-Pancakes