How Many Licks Does it Take till you get to the Center of a Nest of Tentacles?

 
Ursula is by far sexier than Lil' Kim.
 

Chapter One: Jacob's Bitch

It had been almost a full month since Bella's death. The complications caused by her impossible and unnatural pregnancy had ravaged her body beyond repair, violently destroying her and the unborn child in a Xemomorphic-isk burst of blood and viscera resulting in a profuse geyser of steaming fluids; rendering her entire abdomen and pelvis into nothing more than a grotesque nightmare of twisted viscera and broken bones. 

 

The Infant itself had lay gasping for breath within the desecrated hallow of gore that had once been its mother‘s womb. It’s tiny fangs, which had caused so much of the carnage Bella had suffered in her final moments of labor, flashing and snapping in the light of the Cullen’s living room, desperate for both blood and the strength to survive, but no matter how much of the precious, red liquid the family had tried to force into the small creature it was far too weakened by its growth within a mortal host, and moments after its mother’s death the infant vampire-hybrid expired.

Jacob covered his eyes in a futile attempt to ward off the nightmarish memory of having watched the demise of both his beloved and her child; whom nature and fate had chosen to be his imprinted mate, but nothing could eradicate the horror of Bella’s face, twisted beyond recognition, a final testament to her agony, from his mind, heart and soul. He felt desolate, completely alone and enraged at the bastard bloodsucker who had forever ruined his life.

Sensing the approaching night, Jacob looked to the sky. The twilight before dusk had yet to pass, the fullness of the moon not yet showed itself within the night’s sky, but soon it would be time to change and Jacob knew that tonight would be his wolf‘s last, for he could no longer find it within himself to continue. The loneliness and despair was too heavy a burden for him to bear.

But, he thought, before I allow my wolf to seek his final breath, I will take that rapist disco-ball excuse for a vampire out with me. Bella and my Mate will have vengeance.

He stirred from his crouched position, slowly rising from the cold ground where he’d spent most of the day, the brittle autumn grass offering little comfort against the bare skin of his feet, although nothing could sooth his beast now, only a bloodbath equal to that which his precious Bella had so recently suffered.

Tonight, Edward Cullen would die.

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The Cullen household was near. Jacob had purposefully chosen to stay as close to them as possible, just in case they attempted to escape, once again slinking off into the shadows, moving to yet another state in order to continue their perpetual need to blend in with mortal teenagers. For a slight second Jacob considered not even bothering with his need for retaliation, for what possible hell could he send Edward to that could rival an eternity within the public school system?

But no, both his wolf and he demanded vengeance. His beautiful, although admittedly vapid, Bella would finally rest in peace after tonight, and with her, his unclaimed fetal Mate.

As he approached the Cullen residence he sensed that something wasn’t right. The large windows lining the lower exterior of the house showed the family within, sullen and reserved; quietly comforting one another while making plans for their next designation, as it were obvious they could no longer stay in this place which held so many despondent memories for their dear kindred. Yet, Edward was nowhere in sight. A quick glance to the windows of the upstairs rooms, despite their darkened state, proved that he was not hiding there either.

For a brief moment, Jacob felt a sense of panic, had he missed his chance? Then reason returned as he caught Edward’s scent, subtle, yet near. The putrid stench of vampire filled Jacob’s nostrils, making him want to puke.

He stalked silently through the forest beyond the confines of the Cullen household until he reached a nearby clearing; finally he had located his prey. With the pull of the moon racing through his veins, his wolf was primed, ready to charge forth and rip the glittering abomination that was his rival to shreds, bathe in his blood and then wear his dripping, sparkling skin as a pelt, a trophy he would offer up to his pack before seeking his own death…..but before he could even take another step, he found himself unable to move. Frozen in place, and completely transfixed by the scene before him.

Edward was standing within the clearing, completely bare of clothing and looking off towards the edge of the cliff, which lay only a few yards away from him. The first hint of moonlight had begun to rise, bathing Edward’s form in a soft glow of light, exposing the perfection of his hairless, almost boyish body. In awe, Jacob could only stand there, mesmerized, taking in the sight of the vampire’s pale flesh. He knew that Edward must have sensed his presence, but the vampire did not turn towards him, nor did he make any attempt to run. He only kept looking off into the night, his eyes filled with so much pain, that sparkling tears begin to trail down his pallid cheeks, their silvery paths resembling liquid diamonds.

“So you have finally come to kill me then?” Edward asked, not even bothering to turn.

Jacob swallowed hard, and nodded, momentarily at a loss of words, memorized by the tantalizing view of Edward’s sculptured backside.

Edward turned his head slightly towards the wolf who would very shortly become his executioner.

“Please, be quick about it,” there was a quiver in his voice, so much suffering infusing every word that Jacob felt his own eyes misting slightly. “I want the torment to be over. I want to die.”

“You deserve death, fiend.” Jacob snarled, although his voice lacked the conviction of his words, as now all he can think of was how beautiful Edward looked. To his horror, he felt his body respond to his traitorous thoughts, his sex growing hard, craving the pale Adonis before him.

 

Slowly, without resolved or reason, Jacob approached Edward, stalking around him, his wolf close to the surface now as the moon continued its journey, almost fully visible, signaling the beginnings of the shift within him.

Edward stood motionless, welcoming his death. His magnificent, emaciated form open for attack. Jacob looked at his prey, breathing him in, his wolf hungering for that naked, vulnerable flesh. Suddenly, he rushed forward, but instead of rending and ripping Edward to shreds, he crushed his enemy against him, embracing the vampire, grabbing his hair with one hand and forcing that flawless mouth to meet his own, his other hand reaching down between their bodies and stroking the perfect length of Edward’s sparkling, ice-cold cock.

Edward didn't even try to resist this surprise onslaught, as even though he was fully devoted to Bella, her loss had left him with nothing, and since then, he had long considered the pointlessness of his war with the shifters of the Quileute tribe, realizing that his antagonism towards Jacob was tinged with a healthy dose of lust.

Some part of him had always known that this was what he’d always wanted, what he craved. Bella, with her insipid whining, and all of the trouble she had caused his family, was nothing more than a substitute for this magnificent creature wrapped so tightly within his eager embrace.

Kissing frantically, they toppled over to the ground in their insatiable yearning as they both attempt to dominate the other, devouring one other, their mouths and hands desperately grasping and stroking wherever they can reach. Falling down onto the ground, they grind against one another, their ridged cocks aching for release.

Suddenly, Jacob rose up and effortlessly flipped Edward onto his stomach, forcing him on his hands and knees. Edward complied, his previous dominance diminished, as he realized that he must submit to this excitingly wild lover. It is not just acceptance, but a craving so deep that nothing else he had ever felt could possibly ever hope to compare.

Leaning over Edward, Jacob growled into his perfect, glittering seashell ear, “The Moon….” he managed to snarl out, the animal within him rising, “I…..can’t……stop……the change!”

An electrifying jolt of excitement raced through Edward at the thought of being taken by Jacob in this manner. He lowered his head, completely submitting and granting his permission for Jacob to use him in whichever way he saw fit.

This show of surrender both satisfied and awakened something primal within Jacob and his wolf, and reaching down, his hands still mostly human, he parted the marble-white globes of Edward’s buttocks, exposing his virginal man-cunt. Guiding his rigid cock into place, he eased the quickly morphing phallus into that tempting hole. Already soaked with precum, the entry was smooth, and quickly, just as his human cock started to turn a bright red, changing its shape from a man’s organ into that of a lupine, Jacob was fully lodged within Edward.

Jacob paused for a brief second, marveling at how tight Edward’s ass was, like hot, wet silk, gripping his cock like a fist, milking him, making him want to spill his wolf seed deep within the bowels of this perfect specimen beneath him.

Squirming at the invasion of Jacob’s cock, Edward started moaning and trusting his hips back, seeking more, begging with wordless cries for Jacob to fuck him harder, deeper. Edward now knew that this was heaven; there was nothing in the whole of existence that could possibly compare to being Jacob’s bitch.

Jacob’s control completely shattered, and he forcibly pounded himself harder within Edward, throwing his full weight into each brutal stroke, he felt himself change even more, fully becoming morphing into his wolf form, which caused his cock to grow to the size of a fully grown man’s arm; his horse-sized, lupine body covered Edward, his immense size almost crushing the Vampire writhing in shameless ecstasy beneath him.

Edward was gasping at the invasion of the ever-growing size of the cock viciously fucking him, but like a proper whore he lifted his ass up higher, giving his wolven lover better access, aching for an even deeper penetration. His twitching man-cunt was eager to gobble up as much wolf cock as Jacob can possibly give him. He could feel the knot at the base of Jacob's cock swell, forcing it's way inside of his anus, growing to monstrous proportions, beyond anything that any normal man could ever possibly hope to take.

“Oh yes”, Edward sobbed, “harder Jacob, make me your filthy little fuck-slut!”

Edward’s willingness to please accompanied with his erotic talk sent Jacob into a howling orgasm, his massive, softball sized testicles tightening as gallons upon gallons of semen poured within the now sloppy bowels of his vampiric fucktoy. Feeling Jacob’s climax triggered Edward’s own peak, causing him to spiral down into a bottomless pit of ecstasy as his shining cock spurted forth its own eruption of semen, the profuse glittering cream coating his stomach and thighs.

Chapter Two: The Prophecy

  

Still quivering with the final aftershocks of their combined orgasm the two forms collapsed to the ground; Edward crushed beneath the massive weight of Jacob’s wolf. Spent and content, the lovers simply laid there, intertwined and enjoying the few remaining moments of night together, feeling the autumn’s breeze caressing them.

Suddenly, they heard the faint, laughter, both mocking and triumphant in the nearby distance. Edward looked up from his prostate position and saw a figure standing a short distance away from them, on the edge of the cliff.

“Magnificent”, a masculine voice said, his face obscured by the hood of his gray robes.

Edward attempted to squirm out from under Jacob, but found that he was still locked into his lover, both the massive weight of the wolf and the huge knot which was still lodged tightly within his bowels held him helpless against this intruding stranger.

Jacob was equally trapped, and while irritated at the violation of their privacy the scent which marked the man as human did not cause him any fear, as such creatures were hardly a threat against two immortals such as Edward and himself.

The man seemed to sense this as he addressed Jacob.

“Hubris, my young canine friend?” He asked in amused tones, “I can see that you poorly versed in ancient Greek theology.”

He had barely finished his statement when the previously clear skies began to pour a deluge upon them, and thunder and lightening clashed a sudden symphony which was deafening to behold. All around them the ground shook and shuddered, and the waters off the cliffs below grew in such turbulence that they reached the very top of the precipice where Edward and Jacob now lay, helpless and confused.

“And 'lo, so it shall come to be, that a full moon's time after the conception and sacrifice of that which should not be, that a servant of Ngirrth’lu shall join with a reanimated abomination under the blood moon, and the stars themselves shall burn to witness the union of their unholy flesh.”

Even though the storm roared about them, the man's words were clear and precise, and his tone, which had altered slightly during the recitation, sent chills down the spines of his captive audience.

Suddenly the ground erupted around them, and giant, snake-like tendrils slithered forth from the entrenched soil. Edward and Jacob felt the rumbling directly beneath them and before they even had time to panic they were thrown into the air, still connected, as one such limb burst out of the group from underneath them. Hitting the ground sent a shock through both of their bodies and forced Jacob to detach from Edward, ripping his anus as Jacob's knot was jerked free from his rectum.

Lying on his side, Edward tried to regain his breath, his body still battered from Jacob's assault and now suffering the added injury from falling a good thirty feet from the height he was thrown. His rectum was bleeding heavily and stabbing pains consumed his entire buttocks.

He turned his head to look for Jacob and caught sight of him just as one of those pulsating, blue tentacles wrapped itself around his back legs. Jacob turned and bit at the offending limb, savaging it with his oversized teeth until it finally let go of him, writhing to and fro like a headless snake.

“Oh no, we can't have that now”, the cloaked man said, and reached out with his hand, muttering something in a language that was unknown to Edward. In all of his long years and travels, he had never before heard anything like it. As the man chanted an energy seemed to build around him which Edward could easily sense despite storm's increasing intensity. Then, just as he finished, the building energy shot straight towards Jacob, becoming visible, a neon-blue flash of electric light which engulfed huge wolf, forcing him to shift back into human form.

What the Hell....Edward thought caught between fear and awe after witnessing the stranger do the impossible by forcing a Moon-struck wolf to shift against his will.

“Much better”, the man said as Jacob writhed on the ground in obvious pain at his unnatural and involuntary transformation.

Edward attempted to crawl over to Jacob, his fingers digging into the soggy soil as he pulled himself, inch by inch, towards his canine lover. He had only managed to gain a few feet when Jacob was wrenched up from the ground by one of the massive tentacles which held his twitching form within the air as several more of the grotesque limbs latched onto his arms and legs, suspending him, spread-eagle, several feet within the air.

As Edward watched in helpless horror another tentacle rose up and situated itself between Jacob's legs, inserting itself into his rectum. Edward's scream of denial was drowned out by Jacob's cries of anguish as the appendage forced itself a full foot into his anus.