Once we were outside, Jasper, Emmett and Peter all had softish small balls lined up and are going to throw them at me. Starting off softly then harder and harder, so if I didn't want hit and bruised I needed to deflect them. I didn't stop the first few as they didn't feel like a threat and I said so. Then they stepped up their game and I threw up my shield to stop any strikes, after a little while I started to curve the shield to send them back to the thrower. At first just in their general direction, then more precisely and then eventually striking them in return.
Jasper was ecstatic about this, "Your amazin' darlin'!" he said, as he went to hug me but Peter was growling and he stepped back quickly, "Peter! stop that, he's your brother!" I said and pushed him with my shield. I then hugged not only Jasper but Emmett too. I turned my back on him, facing towards the cottage then and said "Front and centre Captain! You've been a very naughty boy, I think I will have to punish you!" the words were barely out of my mouth before we were flying through the forest, me dangling over his shoulder laughing my head off.
We didn't even make it to the bedroom, he thrust open the front door, kicked it shut behind us and pinned me to it. He was nipping and sucking at my neck and collarbones while grinding his very prominent erection into the softness of my upper thighs, growling he ripped all our clothes off in a couple of blurred moves and wrapped my legs around his waist, I have never been turned on so much in all my life.
I was moaning and rubbing myself against him, naked hot skin to naked cold skin it felt glorious and I was panting and gripping his hair, nipping his ear, when I said "Now, baby, fuck me now!" and with one thrust he was sheathed inside of me and I was screaming in pure unadulterated elation, this was so different from making love, but so good as well, I exploded, clenching down on him, he turned around until his back was against the door.
I was suspended in midair, arched backwards and I could feel every inch of him moving at a furious rate within me, one hand was between my shoulder blades supporting me and the other on my hip guiding me, giving his mouth full access to my upper torso and he was sucking my nipples into rigid peaks that could cut glass.
When I lifted my head I could see him looking down to where we were joined, watching himself disappear and reappear from inside me, the look of utter joy and wonder on his face making me once again orgasm, this brought his head up and our eyes met as his thrusts got choppy and he suddenly swelled up even more, before he came, shooting cool streams of venomous semen deep within my body.
He slides down to the floor cradling me to his chest, still firmly inside me and was purring loudly as I stroked his hair and whispered my love and devotion in his ear, over and over. This was the most intense, wonderful, sensation my little human body, heart and soul had ever felt. I wanted to bite him, no I needed to bite him, it was an almost overwhelming urge. "Why do I feel the urge to bite you, baby?" I mused, "You too? God, I so want to give you a mates bite, angel, but it would turn you and you can't, not without breakin' all your teeth! But soon my Isabella, soon!" he told me with such conviction I didn't feel the need to answer, just snuggled closer as my breathing steadied.
"Is it always going to be this intense?" I asked straightening up "God I hope so my Isabella! We will be able to keep going when you're like me and I won't need to be as careful, but I'd say yes!" he replies nuzzling my neck and I can feel him stiffen slightly inside of me, so I just go with it moving slowly over him at first, then as I get a decent rhythm going he helps me to maintain it.
I start to slam down on him harder and consequently he's going deeper, it's exhilarating and therefore doesn't take me long before I'm once again having another powerful orgasm, he just keeps pounding into me as I float back to reality and I can feel lots of mini aftershocks racking my body making me clench him tighter and tighter, which in turn brings on his own climax. This was enough for me and I slump forward panting hard. Peter lifts me off of himself and carries me bridal style into the bedroom, gently sliding me under the covers and tells me to sleep.
This I do without any complaint, soon dreaming of Volterra and red-eyed vampires trying to tear me from Peter's arms and me lifting them into the air with my shield and crushing them to dust particles until we are left alone in the large stone room in my dreams, alone except for one lone figure, head bowed and sitting on the one single throne left in the room.
He was a sad looking soul with long brown hair hanging straight to just below his shoulders. "I did warn him you two were inseparable! But he never did listen!" he said as I sat bolt upright in bed. "Angel? What's wrong?" a worried Peter asks me, so I tell him all about the dream and he looks contemplative. "That was Marcus Volturi my Isabella" he murmured, "I dreamt of someone I don't know?" I say confused. "H'mm, he replies, then helps me dress as we return to the main house.
Carlisle is beside himself with this news and Jasper looks eagerly at me. "Pick me up Bella, just don't squeeze," he says softly, I just stare at him, "Go on do whatever you did in your dream, so I imagine myself picking him up and moving him over a bit. It works and everyone whoops with joy, "Now" he said, "You practise the crushing on trees".
So I spend the rest of the evening, moving them all around and crushing trees and logs Emmett brings to me. I ask Jasper if he thinks I could shield more than just myself and Peter, he nods, "We'll work on that next darlin'! Are you tired at all, it's not drainin' you anymore is it?" he enquires, I shake my head, "Every time I make love to Peter, I feel stronger and much more powerful. That's some super awesome spunk that man of mine has!" I tell them all and Peter looks proud enough to burst.