Bella's Last Kiss

She remembered his lips clearly. Smooth, pink, and velvety soft, always marked with a wry smile. Those lips...truly like no other. Edward was beautiful, with a body chiseled from marble and a heavenly breath met with a even more heavenly smile. She loved his smile, how it twisted from a frown into a gentle grin upon seeing her. She loved those lips. She remembered how it tasted, so sinfully sweet. She remembered his tongue darting into hers, claiming her mouth, sweeping her into a wild passion. She remembered how his body felt, muscles relaxing then tensing as his tongue probed deeper. Most of all, she remembered his eyes. Soft, golden eyes, gentle yet intense. His eyes grew more intense as their love deepened.

Even now as she wandered alone, amongst the company of moss-colored trees and a ground covered with fall leaves, she almost felt like he was there, walking with her, watching her closely. She was hopelessly in love with Edward. Her vampire. Her only true vampire.

But today would not be a day where Bella and Edward would walk together, wistfully dancing amongst the trees. Bella had walked alone, without Edward's company, for three long, agonizing years. Edward, like all vampires, hated normalcy and despised marriage. Even though Edward propositioned the idea of marriage himself and impregnated her with his kin, he still grew resentful of Bella. He left one day, only leaving a note signed in his own vampire venom. "Bella," he wrote,"Goodbye."

Bella waited, neglecting to feed her child for weeks, keeping a close eye for any hints of his return. After months passed, Bella realised Edward would never saunter back home -- he would never hold her in his arms again. Their child eventually died from starvation as Bella continued to wait for him, and as winter approached, she chopped and fried their child's remains in honor of him.

Nevertheless, she insistently walked through the same patch of wood each night, hoping to find any remnants of him. A piece of clothing, perhaps, maybe a sound, maybe a soft voice -- maybe Edward himself, running desperately through the wood to see her. Maybe, she thought, he would return, apologise, and continue to be her only true love forever, like a true couple.

But every night was silent. Tree branches bristled against the cool midnight breeze. Her footsteps echoed painfully. More importantly, her heart ached worse with every step. Every night she would circle the wood, return home, and sit near the fireplace, silently eating a piece of her child's flesh. It tasted sweet, like fresh roses and homemade brittle. It tasted just like Edward's own flesh, sweet and inviting. It made her heart ache even worse. It made her think of the first time she truly saw Edward in that meadow, his soft, smooth skin flecked with droplets of sweat, perfect in every way. She remembered touching his skin, silky and velvety. Silky, just like his voice. His voice was heaven to her, and she especially loved hearing him whisper sweetly into her ear.

She hadn't tasted his sweet, soft lips for a long time, though. His voice was all but a distant memory. The only remnants she had left was the scrumptious flesh of her child, which tasted oddly similar to his lips. She wanted him so badly.

And then it began, like clockwork. Every night, after slurping up another piece of soft, sweet flesh, she felt a burning sensation in the most sensitive part of her loins. She would quietly scold herself for thinking such feelings, but then she would think about the sweet, aromatic taste in her mouth. The burning sensation grew more intense. She tried to get her mind off it. She knew she wanted to do a very bad, sinful thing to herself, something her mother scolded her about years earlier. She absolutely could not do this again, like every other night...but it soon became too much. As the flavor in her mouth increased, so did her desire, and soon enough she felt her loins dripping with her own love nectar.

Bella groaned. All she could think about was Edward and his smooth, marble skin. Soon she thought about his most prized treasure, his hard, 20 inch cock. Before Edward left, Bella would spend each night suckling his long, marble-like cock, and then eagerly licking the shiny, smooth head. His cock was dazzling, little beads of glistening light shining under the midnight light. His cock was so enticing and so delicious, each inch reminiscent of rich toffee candy. Even as Edward grew to hate Bella and her child, he readily flopped his cock loose from his trousers each night, patiently awaiting her mouth. She loved feeling each dazzling inch in her mouth.

Bella groaned again. She could feel herself swelling with desire at this point, the bulb of her love button swelling to unmentionable lengths. She knew she had to do it, but she felt so ashamed aside, so imperfect. Relieving the stress swelling deeply in her loins was an abomination, and it chagrined her deeply. Despite the fits of resentment deep in her heart, however, she let her own hormonal instincts take over, and desperately wriggled her hand underneath her neatly-pleated skirt. She was wetter than ever, her sweet juices soaking her lacy, white underwear.

"Oh, Edward," she moaned as she slipped two fingers between the smooth flaps concealing her swollen nub. It felt so good, so right. The mixture of her own slippery lubrication and her long, soft fingers drove her wild, and she quickly went to work, stroking herself delicately but forcefully. She imagined Edward whispering into her ear, running his smooth, white fingers through her hair, telling her he loved her. She stroked herself harder, feeling her nub swell even more, pushing against the seam of her underwear. Bella looked down, dressed in nothing but her underwear and a thin T-shirt, and saw her own erection nudging against her underwear, asking for release. Sighing, she quickly slipped off each lacy inch, revealing a smooth, white pussy wrapped around her blossoming cock, 30 inches long and bulging with green, pulsating veins. She groaned unhappily, this time from embarrassment. It was an unhappy secret she hid from Edward; after Edward made her a vampire, she started to change, hormonally, and her nub eventually grew and swelled to strange lengths, eventually resulting in a hard, pulsating 30 inch prick, glistening white and dripping with her own juices.

"Edward...please," she begged, half-sobbing, cock dangling amidst the soft, midnight light. Only a shallow window nearby let in the light from the moon, allowing her to catch a glimpse of this newly born erection. She wished Edward would rush through that door, sweep her up, and hold her in his scintillating, strong arms, kissing her gently and apologising for everything -- leaving her, leaving their only child, Nessie, and leaving the only true love he ever knew. That would not be the case, however, and like every night, she would painfully allow her erection to release every single drop of venom rushing through every part of her loins. Regretfully, she encircled her length with her right hand, and with the other, she carefully allowed it to penetrate her love hole. It felt so heavenly, so good...but so wrong. She didn't care, though. She began stroking her shaft slowly, allowing her juices to slip and slide, dripping off the swollen, bulbous head. She quickly twisted her other hand into her vagina, rubbing against her sensitive G-Spot, making her tingle and writhe with exquisite pleasure. She loved it. And she loved Edward.

"Edward, please," she sobbed again, both hands working furiously to release the venom inside,"Please, please come back!"

She twisted her hand quickly along her throbbing shaft, watching the head of her cock turn crimson, eagerly waiting for release. Her pussy tightened around her other hand, which was quickly bringing her to climax, and although she regretted it, she wanted it so bad. She quickened her pace, hoping to spill her seed.

And then she heard the door swing wide open, and her heart opened with joy. The door slammed open with a huge bang, and she could hear a man's voice breathing in and out, a tired sort of breath. She didn't care to conceal her large erection at this point. With her dripping cock still in her hand, she stood up and briskly turned around, smiling from ear to ear, hoping to see her vampire waiting in the doorway.

As the light settled on this man, however, she realised it wasn't Edward at all. Her ear-to-ear grin was reduced to a horrified frown as she realised who it was.

"Jacob!" she screamed, letting go of her massive erection. There was no hiding it; her cock was pointing right towards him, dripping magnificently and ready for release. Jacob looked strangely curious as he stood there, only clad in a thin T-shirt and khaki shorts, wide-eyed at her standing erection. He looked speechless, his mouth gaping open in shock.

"Bella...what...?" Jacob could barely finish his sentence.

"What...what are you doing here?" Bella retorted, her face flushed with an embarrassed shade of red.
"No one's heard from you in months," he said,"We thought you were dead, but..."
"I'm not dead, no. How dare you barge in here, Jacob?"
"I'm so sorry Bella, but I...you...I thought you were a woman, Bella?"
Bella's eyes filled with tears, but she tried to wipe them away. She felt so embarrassed, standing in front of Jacob with a raging hard cock and nothing else. Jacob wouldn't understand this.
"You wouldn't understand," she sobbed, trying to turn away. Jacob tried to reach out for her, but she stepped back, afraid to be touched.
"No, I would," said Jacob," I love you Bella, I will always understand."
"How dare you," Bella snapped, glaring at him,"You know I love Edward and Edward only."
"I know, but he's been gone for years. He's probably found someone else, a real vampire. But you still have me."

Jacob reached out to embrace her, but this time Bella didn't fight back. She let him hold her in his arms, her cock digging into his leg, poking at it like an impatient child. Maybe he was right, she thought, letting the tears flow from her beautiful, porcelain cheeks. Maybe Edward really was not the one for her -- maybe she was meant for someone else, like Jacob. But she didn't love Jacob, and he didn't have sparkling, marble skin like Edward. He didn't sparkle at all.

"You don't sparkle at all, Jacob," she cried,"I feel so...chagrined."
"Bella, I can make you happy," he replied, holding her closer.
"How?"
"I can show you how."

Jacob gently let go of his tight embrace, and looking Bella in her eyes, he kneeled down in front of her, smiling.

"What are you doing?" she sobbed as he placed his fingers around her smooth, hard cock. His fingers felt soothing and warm around her womanhood, soft, virgin fingers swiftly claiming her erection. Bella was apprehensive about this new sensation, but she didn't fight back.

"Edward wasn't able to please you," Jacob breathed, holding all thirty glorious inches to the opening of his mouth,"But I can."

Slowly, he put his virgin lips around her gleaming cock, surrounding it with his delicious nectar, generously covering each inch with delicious, dripping saliva. The sensation made her entire body tingle with newer, more arousing sensations. He hurried his pace, his tongue running over her swollen head as he pumped her shaft with his other hand, feeling her harden inside of his mouth. Her girth was so warm inside his mouth, ten inches around -- thankfully his mouth could accommodate it all. He wanted to please Bella so much, more than Edward could ever do. Bella couldn't hold back her moans at this point, and she bit her lip in an attempt to hide her growing pleasure.

"Jacob...stop..." Bella said, closing her eyes.
"I want you to do something to me," he grunted, hand furiously running up and down her engorged shaft.
"What?"
"I want you to put your cock into my pussy, Bella."

Silently, he let go of her pulsating nob and began unrobing himself, slowly taking off his thin, dirty T-Shirt, then slowly unhitching his belt buckle. Bella stared in horror as his khakis crumbled to the floor, revealing a smooth, virgin pussy, dripping with his own werewolf juices, glimmering, sweet juices sparkling with rainbows under the midnight moon. Bella felt her mouth water.

"Jacob, I had no idea," Bella finally said, unable to take her eyes off his delicious cunt. It looked even more delicious than hers, sparkling and dazzling her eyes.
"I didn't mean to hide this from you, but there wasn't any time to tell you," he pouted, hands gesturing to his womanhood,"But I'm not who you think I am."
"Who are you then, Jacob?"
"Well, as you can see, I'm not an anatomical male. I never have been. Everything was a lie, Bella, everything."
"Oh..." Bella's own eyes began tearing up again.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," Jacob confessed, hoping it would lessen the shock,"But I am a woman. I've always wanted to be with you, Bella, but I didn't know how you would react."
"React? But...but I'm only meant for Edward!" Bella cried, her cock quivering with anger.

"No," Jacob echoed, embracing her, looking deeply into her beautiful, teary eyes,"Edward is gone. I know he is."
"How do you know?" she snapped, eyes narrowing into little slits.
"Because I ate him."

Bella froze.

"You...you what?" she repeated, trying to make sense of what he had just said.
"I ate him," he repeated solemnly,"I devoured him because he said he hated you. Bella, he hated you!"
Bella began to sob uncontrollably, unable to process his words, unable to understand what he was trying to say. It was impossible that Edward hated her -- he loved her, he wanted her! But he did disappear, leaving no trace, leaving no means of contact...

"I don't understand," she weeped, quietly nestling her face into his strong, dark, hair-free chest. He smelled like waffles.
"He hates you, Bella,"he whispered sweetly into her ear, caressing her beautiful, dark, glittering hair,"So I could not allow him to live, to let him hurt you. So now he sits, in my stomach, ruminating..."

And all of a sudden, without any warning, his body lurched. Bella screamed. As she ran to the safety of her love sofa, Jacob's body began convulsing madly, his face twisting like a lemon, saliva running down his chin. His eyes bulged out.

"Oh my god!" Bella screamed, watching his cunt widen,"What's going on?!"

But Jacob could not reply, as his vagina ripped open, his intestines spilling out like spam turkey. His nipples, tinted with the taste of fresh strawberries and decadent chocolate, now spewed out venom, intense, green-like liquid that spilled all over his body like milk.

And then his stomach burst out, ripping at the navel, an arm reaching out from the treacherous saliva mixing with the venom spewing from his nipplery. His eyeballs were threatening to burst.

"JAAACOOBBBB!" Bella screamed as his eyeballs burst, white liquid splattering the wood floor.

As the venom began devouring his flesh and intestines, a slimy body emerged from Jacob, shaking tenderly.

Bella froze, but not out of fear. She was deliriously happy. It was him. Edward. The man Bella had been waiting for, standing nakedly in front of her beautiful, womanly form, glittering in the midnight light. It looked like thousands of diamonds were embedded into his silky, strong masculinity, his nipples beaming out like rockets, sharp like stingers, sickeningly sweet to her eyes.

She felt herself swelling again, but this time it wasn't her heart. Her cock stretched out from her cunt, pointing happily at him. She was happy. And so was he.

"Edward," she said breathlessly,"You're finally back."

"Yes," Edward replied, grinning from ear to ear,"I'm home, finally home for you."