Blah blah blah - no time in my life. If you haven't guessed by now, these Vampires are... otherworldly... as in not actually originating on the planet this story takes place on. Questions regarding this will be answered by story closing, which is probably 2 chapters away. Warning - very, VERY, peculiar Vampire sex ahead.
Bella slowly fluttered her eyes open, not wanting to leave her dreams of colors and warmth. Green was dancing with blue, and she felt light as she floated in the clouds. She knew she must awaken, but a whimper slipped her lips as her mind fought the last bit of haze. A baritone chuckle next to her finished drawing her from her slumber. Cool, strong hands wrapped around her bare waist and settled on her stomach, pulling her hips backwards to press against the aroused member Edward nestled against her buttocks cleft.
"Was it a dream?" Bella asked as she turned to look over her shoulder. It was morning by the angle of light that sliced between the two heavy curtains in her room. However, what morning it was, she couldn't say.
Edward languished slow kisses along her collarbone for a few minutes. Bella sighed and put her head back on her pillow. The younger Vampire had never been so affectionate to her on his own. He always seemed to be holding back, or deferring to enjoy bed sports with Bella with Carlisle present. Bella knew he'd been reluctant to fully show affection to her, but always explained it away to either the nature of Vampires, or not wanting to affront his mate and lover.
"No, my sweets," Edward whispered against her skin, "But the most wondrous wish come true." He gently grabbed her wrist and slid her hand down until it rested on the firm but noticeable bump on her lower abdomen.
Bella gasped as she sat up, looking down at her protruding belly. "A... baby?" She whispered.
Edward sat up and wrapped his arms around her, guiding her to rest her head on his shoulder. "Of sorts..." Bella could tell from his tone he switched from his previous state of happy bliss to his normal melancholy.
"Tell me," She whispered, and dared to look up into his burgundy eyes. "I'm not afraid, Edward. Even if its not... human. I'm not afraid."
Edward smiled softly and kissed her temple. "No doubt that Mary Alice told you that I am the only Vampire born in this world."
Bella nodded and relaxed as she leaned into him. She felt so warm and flush this morning, and the cool, firm texture of his skin was comforting to her.
Edward paused, then continued his story. "It was several millennia ago, when Rome was just ascending to power under the wise tutelage of the Vampires Romulus and Remus. My... fathers... there is no good word in human tongue that quite conveys the relationship, but fathers will do. My fathers were in Gaul and a primitive Celt tribe gave them the twin daughters of their medicine woman in tribute. They were not Companions as you are, but they did leave their tribe to serve their conscripts with honor. My fathers took them to their domicile. It was a stone cottage facing the channel. They took the girls and bred me with them. There was no preparation. No attempt to integrate them into the lives or ways of Vampires. One girl fulfilled the roll that Tatiana was for, and the other, your roll in the process. We need two human women to complete the spawning. The one that took your roll..." Edward paused, and looked away, red tears welling in the corner of his eyes.
Bella swiftly moved up to her knees and pulled Edward so that his cheek was nestled against her bare breasts, "She wasn't ready, Edward. Its not your fault."
Edward shook his head, "I remember her screams. Everyday until I was complete, she screamed. By the time I was complete, she was a shell. My fathers left her to die, and she did the next day."
Bella shushed him as he trembled and ran the fingers of one hand through his hair as the other cradled his head to her chest. "She wasn't ready, Edward. I am ready. I am ready to do this for you and Carlisle."
Edward took a shaky breath, "Even if you die from it?"
Bella kissed his forehead softly, "Even if I die, I shall die happy, knowing that I gave you both what you needed."
Edward frowned, "You do not even know what is happening yet. You have not seen everything."
Bella smiled a weak smile. "Then you will show me. You will explain to me, and I promise not to scream."
Edward frowned, and pulled himself away. He started to slip on breeches as he muttered, "I don't know that I can believe you."
The tension in the room was palatable. Edward had already left the cellar room and was now pacing in the hallway just outside the door. He was still waiting, sure in his belief that Bella would lose her calm and break down in fear and disgust. He clasped his hands over his ears as his mind echoes those horrible memories from his forming of the screams. Inside the room, Carlisle stood in one corner, biting his thumb nail in frustration and worry. Like Edward, he was still panicking that they had made the wrong decision, and that Bella would soon hate them and be lost to them. Instead, he just watched the woman as she looked at the figure before her.
"Is it like a cocoon?" Bella finally asked after 10 minutes of painful silence. Carlisle tried not to exhale in relief. Bella sounded, of all things, curious.
"Chrysalis is perhaps the better term," Carlisle offered. Bella leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the gigantic lump of amber material that stretched from the rafter and spanned the room's height to the floor. "You... you may touch it. In fact, you should touch it."
Bella bit back a smile and stepped forward. She gently reached out with her left hand and caressed the bumpy surface, finding it to be solid and slick. Instinctively, she placed her other hand on the top of her stomach bump. "Its warm!" She exclaimed. The door behind them slowly creaked open as Edward peered in. A sudden feeling of silliness overwhelmed her and she started giggling. She couldn't stop and stepped back, trying to cover her mouth with her left hand. As she composed herself, she looked up at Carlisle and was embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
She looked back up at the chrysalis and knew that she should have been mortified. At the top of the lump, a tangle of strawberry blond hair extended beyond the ooze-like surface, and was tied firmly to a hook hanging from the rafter. Even with the wane light from the two oil lamps, Bella could see the shadowed outline of Tatiana contained within. She looked like a water nymph as she floated through a river, limbs adrift in the current. Her toes, however, were missing. In fact, it looked as though her feet and part of her hands were almost club-like in fashion, as though her body was starting to eat itself.
Despite this macabre display in front of her, she couldn't help but feel it was a beautiful piece of artwork.
Carlisle smiled with a bit more confidence and walked over to her. Placing one arm around her waist, he moved her towards the chrysalis again. With his arm wrapped around her, he placed his hand over hers on her belly, then with his other hand, reached her free hand forward again.
Bella closed her eyes, and swore she could hear a tone. It was clear and crisp, much like the G key just above middle C on the pianoforte. She leaned into Carlisle, almost unable to stand anymore, and without effort, her voice sang out the same tone until she was faint from lack of breath.
Cool air whipped around her and by the time her vision returned, she found herself looking up into two anxious set of red eyes. She realized she was on the fainting couch in the parlor, having been whisked up there by Carlisle.
"That was beautiful," She huskily whispered.
Edward and Carlisle looked into each others eyes and smiled brightly. "We've done it," Carlisle whispered to his lover.
"You must write a song for your son, Edward," She said. "He seems to like the key of G." Bella's eyes drifted closed and she fell into a deep sleep, dreaming again of greens and blues and now had a song to sing as well.
When she awoke, it was late in the evening. What evening, she could not say and did not care about. Her bed was soft and warm, and the door was open enough that she could hear Edward's fingers furiously working on a lullaby downstairs. She looked to her side, hoping perhaps to find Carlisle in her bed, but alas, he was not. Slowly she pushed herself up to sitting, and paused.
When she was pregnant before with her twins, she remembered having to empty her bladder so frequently that it was a hindrance at times. Particularly after a deep sleep, she was usually bursting and needing to do so badly, she feared wetting her blankets. However, she noticed she had no urges to relieve herself. She hadn't done it this morning either. If anything, she was mostly hungry, thirsty, and becoming aroused.
As she shifted to exit the bed, the sound of the pianoforte stopped and steps echoed as someone nearly ran up the stairs. Her door was pushed fully open as both Carlisle and Edward entered her room. Smiling, she held her hands out for assistance exiting. While her bump was still relatively small, she knew that in a few months, she'd be unwieldy and needing help to exit the bed or stand up. Perhaps it would be best to train her Vampires now.
Instead of being helped up to standing, she found herself back on the bed, and pinned between very frisky Vampires. She was rolled to her side, and behind her Carlisle worked on the fastenings to her gown. As each button was freed, his tongue lapped at the skin that was revealed to him. To her front, Edward hooked his legs round one of hers, hoisting up her hem with one hand as his other worked to free one of her breasts. He buried his tongue in her mouth and she grasped onto his shirt, afraid she'd pass out again.
Once her dress was unfastened. Carlisle made a sound of frustration. The twined legs of the other two made it impossible to finish removing the clothing, so instead, he ripped it open and tossed it to the ground. Quickly, he freed himself of clothing, and took a position against the pillows. He reached forward and pulled Bella away from Edward, pulling her to rest her back to his front. Using his feet, he hooked them around to pin her knees open. He couldn't help biting at her neck, letting his fangs pull against her skin. She moaned wantonly and bared her neck. Her Vampires had never once broken her skin and tasted her blood from the vein, but she would give it so gladly.
Carlisle lapped at her ear and slid his hands to cover her bump. "So beautiful, my darling," He whispered. "So trusting and loving. How lucky we are to have found you!"
Bella slid her hands to cover Carlisle's encouraging his loving touch of her stomach.
"In here, my love," Carlisle whispered, "You grow the human form of our offspring." Bella turned her head to look into his eyes. "You will conceive him in your dreams - what color his hair will be, how his voice will sound, how tall he will grow... all yours to guide and dream. When the chrysalis is finished growing the Vampire essence, it will combine with the human essence in you and our offspring will complete itself. Thank you... thank you..."
Bella ran the fingers of her left hand into Carlisle's hair and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Edward, now stripped himself of clothing, crawled onto the bed. He started kissing Carlisle's ankles and moving up. He placed sloppy, wet kisses, switching from the skin of his mate to his Companion. When he reached Bella's apex, he gave it one long swipe with his tongue. She tossed her head back onto Carlisle's shoulder and groaned, unable to hold back the small orgasm it induced.
For decades, she'd participated in hedonistic games of pleasure with her Vampires. She'd had fingers, tongues, and the servants cocks in every opening of her body they could fit. She'd ridden and been ridden like a prize race stallion by the Qu'lute. She'd been bent over furniture and mounted like a mare in heat by the tanned skin men, all while her Vampires had teased, tortured, and enjoyed her pleasure. However, in all that time, neither of her Vampires had ever mounted her, nor had any of the servants been allowed to ejaculate within her.
But tonight, it appeared that everything would change again. As Carlisle held her to his chest, Edward climbed up her body, tongue bathing a path up her chest.
"Our child has needs," Carlisle whispered to her huskily. "He hungers, and if we do not tend to him, he'll suck your life from you." Bella's eyes dilated, but she found she was not afraid as she watched Carlisle's lips speak to her seductively.
"We will feed you both," Edward whispered as he dragged the head of his cock against her wet slit. "You will both need so much more of our essence to help him grow and you thrive. Bella, our beloved, let me feed you both." The younger Vampire, grunted softly against her skin as he plunged his thick member into her greedy sex. Bella gasped at the contact of his cooler skin filled her to the brim. She paused, expecting him to pull back and thrust again, but instead, she felt him seem to expand inside of her.
Edward gripped her hips tightly, keeping her pelvis firmly rooted against his. Carlisle reached down and cupped his hands under her knees, pulling them wide and high to give Edward the maximum space to push into her cunt. With a growl, he started panting. Bella moaned in a wanton manner she'd never thought she'd done before - low, throaty, and primal. Her head rolled back on Carlisle's shoulder, and the older Vampire watched in fascination as his mate and their consort started panting in unison.
Bella was lost in a world of pleasure she'd never experienced before. Once this otherworldly child was birthed, she doubted she could return to the regular bed sports involving the Qu'lute at this point. Her cunt felt filled to the rim, and if she had the forethought to look, she was convinced that Edward's member no longer would look like the thick shaft of a human, but more like the gelatinous state she'd seen her lovers in just a few short days ago.
Her clitoris tingled as though it was being shocked, and her vaginal walls pulsed in time with a undulating rhythm that came from Edward being within her. No thrusting and grinding, but an electric connection seemed to bind the two together. She was able to open her eyes as she felt Carlisle shift from behind her and lay her on the bed. Edward's face was planted firmly against the curve of her neck as he grunted in perfect time with her. It wasn't an explosion of sensation that filled her like her orgasms of past. This was as though her body had started one long, drawn out spasm of pleasure that would know no end. She could feel the sensation of Edward's ejaculate as it sprayed her cervix over and over. She feared there was no room left in her body and the precious nectar would ooze out, depriving her and their child of it.
She felt the smooth, cool texture of Carlisle's cock tip on her lips. As though summoned, both she and Edward moved their mouths to suckle at it. Young Vampire and Companion lapped, suckled, and kissed their way over the glistening head, and if Edward beat Bella to the glowing fluid that leaked from it, he would kiss her deeply and spread it from his tongue to hers.
Hours seemed to pass and at some point, Bella panted, near exhaustion. Edward guided her to rest back on the pillow and tilted her head so Carlisle could feed her his cock as he knelt over her. As his member filled her mouth, she felt it shift in shape from the firm, thick tube of masculine sexuality and take a softer, more gelatinous form that filled her mouth. Sweetness began to drip against her tongue and she started to swallow deeply. Her hands grasped her older lovers hips as she started to drink and drink deep. She felt him start to fill the back of her mouth and down her throat, but she didn't gag or panic. Instead, her eyes fluttered closed as her mind shut down, overwhelmed in blissful sensation.
The passing weeks hurried by, seemingly unnoticed by Bella. Other than her growing belly, and the waning state of the host in the basement, she hardly noticed time at all. Cullen House was closed to all visitors, except for Lord Whitlock and Charlotte. Deciding that secrecy with their consorts had been a contributing factor in the lack of offspring in this world, Bella was encouraged to speak with Charlotte and explain everything. The two women even set up two chairs and a small table to enjoy their afternoon tea in the basement, so they could admire the Chrysalis and speak cattily about its withering victim inside. Should the day arrive that Peter found his bound Mate, Charlotte was eager to provide them with an offspring's human form.
Despite the fact that the Ton had been informed that Cullen house and its Mistress were indisposed, Carmine and her two remaining nieces began to send notes and requested an audience with the banished Tatiana. Bella initially sent a note reminding them that Tatiana was persona non grata to their family now, and part of the agreement with her former family was that there was to be no contact. Carmine was persistent, however, sending further notes to Bella as though they were old friends. Were Tatiana and Edward paired now? Were they off enjoying the Vampire and Consort version of a honeymoon? Was Cullen House closed because Bella was in mourning, having lost her lovers, or would it be better to address Tatiana as Mistress Cullen now?
Eventually, Bella began sending the letters back, unopened to Carmine, hoping to dissuade her curiosity. She discussed with Carlisle and Edward during one of her rather lavish meals if having Edward send notes describing his wonderful journeys with Tatiana and making it clear it would be decades before they returned. Edward seemed ill at the thought of implying insult to Bella that way. It was well know that Carlisle was still in his infirmary daily, and Carlisle's contacts amongst the elite of society knew full well that Edward never left his Mate's side. Lying to the Aguilar family would do no good. Carlisle penned a rather stern letter to the Ambassador reminding him of the terms agreed upon for Tatiana to join the Cullen coven, and further inquiries should stop. He noted that Vampires and their bound Companions lived outside of the mortal confines of humans, and Tatiana belonged no longer to the human concept of family or lifespans. He pointed out, accurately, that Tatiana had made no inquiries regarding her old family and never spoke of them. She'd moved into her expect role with ease and grace. Bella snorted a bit as she read that over his shoulder. He stated clearly they were to leave Cullen House alone and never expect to hear from any of its residents again.
The letters stopped, but the Aguilar's were not entirely dissuaded in their pursuit.
No ETA on next chapter, but I've got it outlined. Just depends on when there isn't homework for the youngling, a house that needs cleaning, food cooked, and a hubby looking over my shoulder.
The Key of G is considered the key for writing songs of Benediction. I picked it before knowing that fact, but thought it was suitable and left it as such.
Next chapter, no sexing, but action. I hope I don't suck at it.