After Edward and the men leave for a hunting trip, Bella discovers the truth about what the Cullen women do in their free time. What starts as curiosity turns into obsession. Bella is used, praised, and broken again and again.
Alice Cullen x Bella Swan x Esme Cullen x Rosalie Hale
Requested by Seth
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The flames danced in the hearth, painting the walls in flickering shades of amber and gold. Shadows curled around the edges of the Cullen mansion's living room, curling up the walls, and brushing against the tall windows that framed the forest outside. Rain tapped against the glass in a steady rhythm, soft and constant, a sound that should have made Bella feel calm. It didn't.
She sat curled up in the corner of the long leather couch, her bare feet tucked beneath her, one arm wrapped around her knees. Her sweater was too thin to provide warmth, but she didn't need it. Her body no longer responded to cold or heat as it used to. Still, she wore it because she liked how it hugged her new figure, how it smelled faintly of Edward, and how the sleeves came just past her wrists.
Alice lounged nearby in one of the high-backed chairs, perched with feline elegance. Her legs were folded beneath her, her short hair curling against her cheek in disarray. She looked utterly at ease, her golden eyes steady on the fire, but there was a sharpness behind the calm. A kind of watching that Bella had grown familiar with.
Esme sat across from her, holding a crystal glass filled with a thick, dark liquid that Bella guessed was only for show. She sipped it delicately, posture perfect, every movement graceful. Her blouse was soft gray, modest, and elegant. Yet the way the fabric clung to the curve of her chest, the dip at her collarbone, made Bella's eyes linger longer than she meant to.
Rosalie leaned against the far wall, arms crossed beneath her breasts, her hips cocked to one side. Her eyes held a quiet amusement as if she were already three moves ahead in a conversation Bella hadn't caught up to yet.
It should have felt like any other evening. But something was different.
Bella tried to focus on the fire, but her senses wouldn't settle. Every sound seemed louder, every detail too vivid. She could hear the rustle of Alice's clothes as she shifted, the soft creak of Esme's glass as her fingers pressed into it. Even the slow brush of Rosalie's hair against her shoulder, when she moved, sent a strange tremor down Bella's spine.
But something inside Bella buzzed.
It wasn't blood she craved. Not anymore.
It was sex. Hard, consuming, endless sex.
And not even Edward could fix it.
She'd never told him. Not once. But ever since Renesmee was born, something had shifted. No matter how many times he fucked her—no matter how deep, how rough, how desperate—it wasn't enough. She could ride him for hours, let him pin her down, and pound her into the mattress until the headboard splintered and her screams echoed through the house… and she'd still be left aching.
Her pussy would be swollen, dripping, wrecked—and somehow still hungry for more.
She loved him. She always would. But his cock, his hands, even his mouth… they didn't satisfy her anymore. Not the way she needed.
There was a gnawing inside her. A wet, feral ache. A hunger no one had touched yet.
Alice was the first to break the silence.
"Do you ever get… restless?" Alice asked her voice light, casual—like she was talking about the rain.
Bella turned her head, slow, cautious. "Restless?"
Alice smiled, stretching lazily in her chair, her arms lifting above her head and pulling her thin shirt just enough to tease the curve of her waist. "Not bored. Not hungry. Just… buzzing. Like your body wants something it can't name. Like your skin's too tight."
Bella hesitated, jaw tense. "You mean anxious?"
"No," Rosalie said, her voice smooth and amused from across the room. "She means horny."
Bella's mouth opened, then closed again. If she still had blood, it would have rushed to her face.
Alice grinned wider. "I was trying to ease her in."
Esme chuckled softly and set her glass down with a quiet clink. "There's no need to be subtle with Bella anymore. She's not human. She knows exactly what that she is."
Bella looked back at the fire, but the warmth in her chest was no longer from the flames. It crawled down, lower, coiling between her legs. The tension tightened again—deeper now, rawer.
"I mean…" She swallowed, voice lower. "Yeah. I feel it. More lately. Since Nessie. Since my body changed."
She glanced at them. Alice, wide-eyed and electric. Rosalie, lips curled into something feral. Esme, calm and radiant and watching her like she already knew.
"It's not that Edward isn't—intense. He is. We fuck until the walls shake. But sometimes, even then… I still feel like I'm starving."
Alice leaned forward, her eyes burning. "That's because you are."
Rosalie pushed off the wall and began walking toward the couch, slow, deliberate. "You think you're the only one who feels like that? You're not. We all do. That fire under your skin? That tight, wet ache that doesn't go away even after you cum?"
Bella swallowed hard. "Okay... but what do you do about it?"
"We fuck," Alice said simply.
Bella blinked. "You what?"
"We fuck each other," Rosalie replied, her tone calm but direct. "It's not that complicated."
Bella stared at her. Then at Esme. Then at Alice.
"You're kidding," she said.
Alice tilted her head, grinning. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
Esme nodded, unbothered. "We're a free-use family, Bella. When the men are away, we take care of each other."
Bella's breath hitched. Her heart—or what was left of it—kicked hard in her chest.
Rosalie arched a brow. "You didn't seriously think we spend our nights doing each other's hair while we wait for our cocks to come home, did you?"
Bella opened her mouth but no words came out. Her fingers clenched in the fabric of her sweater. Her thighs pressed together. That slow ache between her legs pulsed again—hotter now. Hungrier.
Alice leaned forward, elbows on her knees, her voice low and electric. "We're immortal. We're beautiful. We're always together. You really think we don't get the urge to fuck each other senseless?"
Esme's tone was softer, but no less certain. "We don't live by human rules anymore, Bella. We don't need to pretend. When our bodies need something, we don't starve them. We feed."
Bella's mind whirled. Everything they said made her want to scream or run or melt into the couch and never move again. She looked down at her hands. They were trembling slightly—and it wasn't fear.
"You mean... all of you?" she asked. "With each other?"
"Yes," Rosalie said, her tone final. "All of us."
Bella's breath shuddered.
Then Alice added, gentler now, "We thought it'd be easier for you if your first time was just us girls."
Bella looked up. "First time?"
Esme smiled. "Your first family gangbang, sweetheart."
Bella's mouth went dry. Her thighs clenched. She couldn't decide if she was terrified or turned on—but the heat between her legs had already decided for her.
"Does Edward know?" she asked.
That's when Alice burst into laughter.
It wasn't mocking. It was joyful and wild.
Esme smiled. Rosalie rolled her eyes.
"Oh, sweetie," Alice said between soft laughs, "by now, the boys have probably fucked each other half a dozen times."
Bella blinked. "Wait... what?"
Esme gave a calm shrug, her voice velvety. "Carlisle and Jasper have always been close. Edward used to hold back, but… instincts have a way of surfacing."
"Jasper and Edward?" Bella repeated, stunned.
Alice's grin widened, flashing teeth. "Not often. But it happens. Lust doesn't ask for permission. And it sure as hell doesn't care about labels."
Bella opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her thighs pressed together without thinking. She knew they could smell it—that slow, hot rush between her legs. Her body had already made up its mind.
"I—" she started, breath catching.
Alice moved without a sound, crawling forward on her hands until she knelt between Bella's legs, her fingertips brushing the inside of her knees.
Her voice dropped, intimate and certain. "I've seen every version of tonight. And in all of them… you don't just want this." She leaned closer. "You beg for it."
Bella's heart would have pounded if it could.
Alice leaned in, her lips brushing against hers. A breathless second passed.
Then Alice kissed her.
It was soft at first.
Then deeper.
Bella felt her lips part. Alice's tongue slipped past, tasting her, teasing her, coaxing her closer.
Bella's hands clutched the cushion. Her breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered shut.
And then she kissed back. Not softly.
Esme's hand slid gently across Bella's back.
"That's it," she whispered. "Just let go."
Bella moaned into Alice's mouth.
Behind her, Rosalie's voice purred, low and certain.
"She's ready."
Bella's lips clung to Alice's like they were the only thing keeping her grounded. The kiss had deepened too quickly. Her body was moving before her mind could catch up. Alice tasted like peppermint and lightning, her tongue soft and slick and knowing. It wasn't just passion—it was permission. Permission to give in. To stop pretending she was human. To stop pretending she didn't want this.
Alice pulled back just enough to whisper, breathlessly, her lips brushing against Bella's mouth.
"I told you."
Bella's head spun. Her breath caught again, not from effort but from sensation. Her skin was burning. Not literally—nothing ever did now—but something deep inside her pulsed with heat. Her nipples tightened beneath the soft fabric of her sweater. Her thighs pressed together hard, trying to ignore the slick warmth building between them.
Esme's hand slid from Bella's back to her hip, warm and possessive.
"That's just the beginning, sweetheart," Esme murmured, her voice low and rich. "You haven't even tasted what we can offer you."
Bella blinked, trying to refocus. She looked at Esme, then Alice, and finally at Rosalie, who hadn't moved closer but stood watching, her eyes sharp and her mouth curved in a predatory smile.
"I…" Bella's voice cracked. "What happens now?"
Alice moved back, settling onto her knees on the rug again. Her smile was wide, but there was something hotter behind it now—something hungry.
"Now you make a choice," she said simply. "You're already wet. You're already kissing back. You're already thinking about it. The only question is whether you want us to stop pretending and start making you cum."
Bella swallowed, hard.
"You… all of you…" She couldn't finish the sentence. Her pussy clenched too tightly.
Esme leaned closer. Her scent was clean and warm, thick with something darker—something maternal, laced with lust. She tucked a strand of Bella's hair behind her ear and pressed her lips softly to Bella's temple.
"We're offering you something better than marriage. Better than mating," she whispered. "We're offering you, family. Real, bonded, eternal. We share love. We share lust. We fuck to stay sane. It's not just about pleasure. It's about keeping the madness beautiful."
She smiled faintly, her tone dipped in fond amusement.
"Some families pretend perfection. We prefer devotion. The kind where a look across the room is enough to ruin your clothes."
Rosalie stepped forward then, slow and deliberate. Her boots thudded softly against the hardwood as she approached the couch. When she stopped in front of Bella, her presence was overwhelming.
She leaned down, one hand gripping the back of the couch just inches from Bella's head. The other reached forward and tilted Bella's chin up.
"You want this," she said. Not a question. A fact.
Bella's lips parted. She didn't try to deny it. She couldn't. Her thighs were soaked. Her breath was shallow. Her heart would have been pounding.
"I… don't know how to start," Bella whispered.
Alice grinned, practically vibrating with excitement. "That's the fun part. You don't have to know. We already do."
Bella's eyes flicked between the three of them.
"You planned this," she said softly.
"Of course we did," Alice chirped. "I saw it coming the moment Edward decided to leave for Alaska. You were never getting through this week untouched."
Rosalie's smirk deepened as she stepped closer. "You didn't seriously think we'd let you spend your entire eternity without being properly fucked into the family, did you?"
Bella's mouth went dry.
"We're starting slow," Esme said gently, her voice firm. "Just us girls. The men can wait. They always do."
"You're saying… a gangbang?" Bella asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Rosalie chuckled. "Girls-only. We didn't want to overwhelm you."
Bella let out a shaky laugh. "This is already overwhelming."
Alice rose to her feet and leaned over the back of the couch, trailing her fingers down Bella's spine through the sweater. Bella arched instinctively.
"Then let us take care of you," Alice said, voice sugar-sweet and soaked in need. "Let us strip you down, make you moan, make you scream. You're ours tonight."
Bella trembled.
"I've never…" she began, but the words were weak.
Esme took her hand, lifted it, and kissed her knuckles. Her voice was velvet. "You don't have to be ready. We'll guide you."
Rosalie leaned closer again, her lips near Bella's ear.
"And by the time I'm done fucking that tight ass with my strap, you'll be begging to be passed around."
Bella's breath caught.
"You don't have to be afraid," Alice whispered, kissing her cheek again. "I've seen it, Bella. I've seen you crying from how hard you cum. I've seen you call Esme 'Mommy' while your mouth is full of her tits. I've seen you take Rosalie pound your ass and you scream for more."
Bella's pussy throbbed. She couldn't keep pretending. She was wet. Drenched. Her panties were soaked through, and her nipples ached under her sweater like they needed to be touched.
"I want it," she said softly.
Alice's grin returned.
Esme kissed her shoulder, slow and lingering. "Good girl."
Rosalie stepped back, stretching her arms. "Then let's not waste any more time."
Alice offered Bella her hand.
"Come upstairs with us. Let us show you what it really means to be part of this family."
Bella hesitated for just a second.
Then she stood, took Alice's hand, and followed them out of the living room.
The fire behind them kept burning, but the real heat had only just begun.
…
Bella followed them up the wide staircase, her bare feet silent on the polished floor. She could hear every breath, every tiny shift in the air. Alice's fingers remained wrapped around hers, warm and steady. She didn't let go, even when they reached the second floor.
Rosalie walked ahead, hips swaying with casual confidence. Her movements were lazy and deliberate like she was savoring each step. Esme stayed close behind Bella, the brush of her presence soothing and heavy with heat.
They passed the rows of rooms until they reached a door Bella had never been in before. Rosalie pushed it open and stepped inside first. Alice tugged Bella gently after her.
The room was huge, luxurious, and softly lit. Candles flickered along the dresser, casting golden light over the walls. A wide bed sat in the center, covered in cream-colored silk sheets that shimmered with every flicker of the flame. The headboard was high and carved, and the sheets looked freshly turned.
But what caught Bella's attention wasn't the bed.
It was the table next to it.
A dark wooden tray sat near the edge, lined with toys she had only ever seen online. Dildos in varying sizes lubes, sleek glass plugs, vibrators, blindfolds, and a thick black strap-on harness that looked almost obscene. Rosalie had clearly picked it.
Her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up.
Her pussy clenched hard. She was already wet, slick warmth dripping between her thighs as her body had decided for her.
Alice watched her, eyes bright, lips curved.
"You're already dripping," Alice whispered. "Good. That saves time."
Bella turned to look at her, unable to hide her flushed expression. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, breathless motion.
"I'm nervous," she admitted.
Alice moved behind her and brushed Bella's hair off her shoulder. "You should be. That's part of it."
Esme came forward and stood in front of her. She reached out slowly, almost reverently, and began to lift the hem of Bella's sweater.
"May I?" she asked softly.
Bella nodded.
Esme lifted the fabric, inch by inch, watching Bella's face as her pale skin was revealed. When the sweater was off, she folded it neatly and placed it on a nearby chair.
Bella stood in just her bra and jeans, suddenly hyperaware of every inch of skin. Her nipples were hard beneath the lace, almost painfully so.
Alice leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.
"You're so fucking beautiful," she whispered. "We've all wanted you for so long."
"Edward's not the only one who gets to have you," Rosalie said, her voice calm, but edged with heat. "Not anymore."
The button popped open. The zipper followed, inch by inch.
Bella's breath caught in her throat.
Rosalie slid the jeans down over her hips with an agonizing slowness. The denim clung, then gave way, revealing damp cotton—Bella's panties visibly soaked through. The darkened fabric clung between her thighs.
"Well, fuck," Rosalie muttered with a low laugh. "She's dripping already."
Alice sank to her knees in front of Bella and pressed her lips just above her navel, cool and soft against burning skin. "She's ready. I told you she would be."
Behind her, Esme reached up and unclasped Bella's bra. The garment slipped free, falling to the floor like an afterthought. Her breasts were flushed, tight with need, nipples a deep pink and already aching. Esme's gaze darkened, and for a long moment, she just stared.
"You're perfect," she said softly, almost to herself.
Bella stood trembling, surrounded by three immortal women who looked at her like a feast laid bare.
Alice leaned in again, this time taking one nipple between her lips, sucking slowly and gently before pulling harder. Bella moaned, legs trembling beneath her.
Esme's hand cupped the other breast, fingers spreading warmth and pressure, circling, teasing, and pinching just enough to draw another gasp from Bella's lips.
Behind her, Rosalie stripped off her shirt in one smooth motion. Her body was breathtaking—flawless golden skin over hard muscle, soft curves framed by sculpted lines. She reached for her pants and peeled them away, revealing the full strength and symmetry of her frame. Her breasts were high and full, nipples a soft rose, tight with arousal.
She moved to the dark wooden tray and lifted the strap-on harness, inspecting it like a weapon. The dildo she attached to it was thick, black, and long enough to make Bella gasp.
"You'll take this by the time I'm done," Rosalie said calmly. "In your ass."
Bella whimpered.
Esme leaned in and kissed her. Her tongue pushed into Bella's mouth, claiming her.
When she pulled back, her voice was lower. "But first, we make you beg."
Alice stood up and then led Bella to the bed. The sheets were cool under her knees as she climbed up. She lay back, legs parted, nipples stiff, hair fanned across the pillow.
The other women joined her.
Alice kissed her jaw and trailed her fingers down Bella's stomach.
Esme cupped both of Bella's breasts, pressing them together before leaning down to suck one nipple into her mouth, tongue slow and deliberate, while her hand rolled and teased the other.
Rosalie stepped between Bella's legs, eyes locked on the glistening pink skin laid bare for her. She crouched low, gaze dragging over the smooth, clean-shaven mound—soft, flushed, already gleaming with need.
"Well," Rosalie said, her voice dripping satisfaction. "Look at you. Shaved clean. That for us… or just for him?"
Bella's voice trembled. "Edward likes it that way."
Rosalie smirked. "I'm sure he does."
She reached out, dragging two fingers along Bella's folds, slow and unrelenting. The slick heat coated her touch immediately. Her fingers circled the swollen bud once, twice, then dipped lower, spreading her open with practiced ease.
"You're already soaked," she muttered. "You've been aching for this, haven't you?"
Bella moaned, back arching as Rosalie slipped two fingers inside her—firm, smooth, curling deep.
The pressure was perfect. Rosalie's wrist moved in slow, steady strokes, her palm grinding softly against Bella's clit with every thrust. Bella's hips began to move, rising to meet her rhythm, mouth parted in a breathless moan.
Esme kept her mouth on Bella's breast, tongue flicking faster now, matching the pace of Rosalie's fingers. Alice moved in to kiss Bella's temple, whispering praise she couldn't even hear anymore.
It was too much.
Bella's legs trembled. Her muscles locked. Her fingers clawed at the sheets.
"Rosalie—" she gasped, voice broken.
Rosalie leaned in, lips close to Bella's ear.
"Don't hold back. Show us how desperate you are." And Bella shattered.
Her body tensed, back arching hard, breath breaking apart as the orgasm tore through her. She cried out, legs shaking, slick pulsing around Rosalie's fingers as she came—deep and hard, every nerve lit on fire.
Rosalie didn't stop until Bella's hips had stilled, until her body collapsed into the mattress—spent, open, and completely theirs.
Esme climbed onto the bed and settled back against the headboard, pulling Bella into her lap like a doll. Bella didn't resist. She let herself be cradled, her cheek pressed to Esme's chest, mouth still parted and wet from sucking her nipple. Her breath came in tiny, broken gasps she didn't need. Her legs had only just stopped shaking, but her pussy still clenched with every heartbeat, a slow trickle leaking onto the sheets beneath her. Her fingers dug weakly into the silk fabric. Her brain wasn't thinking anymore. It was drowning in sensation.
Esme held her gently, running her fingers through Bella's hair, soft and warm and full of praise. "That's it, baby," she whispered. "You came so good for Mommy."
Bella moaned in response, barely able to form words.
Her face turned into Esme's breasts again, lips grazing one nipple, tongue flicking out without thought. Esme smiled down at her, cupping the back of her head and pulling her closer.
"That's right," she said. "Suckle all you want. Mommy's here."
Alice moved to kneel beside her, her face flushed with the smell of sex in the room. She reached up to caress Bella's cheek, then leaned down and kissed her. Their tongues met lazily. Bella whimpered.
"You smell like a woman who needs to be bred," Alice whispered into her mouth. "You came so hard, baby. And you're still pussy is gasping for more."
She slid a hand down Bella's side, fingers ghosting over her ribs, her hip, then back between her legs. Bella bucked weakly when Alice brushed her still-soaked cunt.
Alice smiled and pressed two fingers back inside her, slow and gentle this time.
Bella hissed. "Fuck—too much—"
"No, it's not," Alice said softly, curling her fingers. "You're a newborn. You were made to take more."
Bella's eyes fluttered. Her hips began to rock again, slowly, instinctively, against Alice's hand. She was past the point of modesty. Past questions. Past doubt. She wanted everything now.
Rosalie stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked except for the thick black strap-on she had just buckled tight around her hips. The shaft jutted forward proudly, slick with lube, long and thick, and perfectly shaped for ruin.
She watched the way Bella moved against Alice's fingers. She saw the way Bella nuzzled into Esme's tits like a desperate little slut. And she smirked.
"You're not ready to stop," Rosalie said. "You're not even close."
Bella looked up at her, dazed and wrecked.
Rosalie stepped forward and grabbed Bella's jaw with one hand, tilting her head up.
"You want your body to be toyed by us," she said. "Admit it."
Bella blinked slowly. Her lips were parted, wet. Her thighs spread a little wider.
"I do," she whispered. "I want all of you."
Rosalie smiled. "Then get on your fucking knees."
Esme kissed Bella's temple and gently helped her roll over. Alice pulled her hand out with a wet, slick sound, licking her fingers clean with a grin.
Bella pushed herself up onto all fours, ass in the air, arms trembling slightly. Her pussy was still leaking, folds swollen, the skin glistening with slickness. She looked like she'd already been fucked for hours.
Rosalie stepped up behind her, gripping the base of her strap-on and teasing the tip between Bella's cheeks.
Alice knelt in front of her, kissed her forehead, and then sat back, watching with wide, excited eyes.
Esme sat beside her, fingers softly stroking Bella's hair again.
"You're such a good girl," Esme murmured, voice low and dripping with pride. "Look at you, offering yourself like that… letting Rosalie fuck your ass with that strap like it's the only thing you need."
Rosalie spat into her hand, rubbed the slick onto the shaft of the strap, then pressed the tip against Bella's asshole.
Bella gasped.
"You ever taken it here before?" Rosalie asked, her hands spreading Bella's cheeks open.
Bella shook her head. "No… only fingers. Edward never—"
"Then I'll make it count," Rosalie said.
She pushed forward, just barely, letting the head pop inside. Bella cried out, body going stiff, back arching hard.
Alice reached out and took Bella's hands in hers, grounding her. "Breathe," she said. "You can take it."
Esme leaned in, kissing between Bella's shoulder blades. "You're our good little slut now. Take it like you're supposed to."
Rosalie pushed deeper. Inch by inch. Bella's asshole stretched wide, the thick shaft forcing her open. Her moans got louder. Her face twisted with pain and pleasure blending into something unrecognizable.
When Rosalie bottomed out, her hips flush with Bella's ass, she grabbed a fistful of Bella's hair and pulled her head back.
"Look at you," she growled. "First time, and you're already acting like a little anal slut."
Bella gasped. "F-fuck—Rosalie—"
Rosalie pulled back and slammed in again, hard enough to make Bella's whole body jerk forward.
"You're a nasty little thing," she hissed. "Look at this slutty hole, swallowing my strap like it belongs there."
Alice moved beneath Bella, kissing her thighs, licking the mess dripping from her pussy. She moaned at the taste and slipped her tongue back onto Bella's clit.
Bella screamed.
The double sensation hit like lightning—her pussy clenching around the air, aching for more, while her ass was stretched wide and fucked hard. Esme held her from the side, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other stroking her breasts, keeping her grounded.
"You're perfect like this," Esme whispered, her lips brushing Bella's ear. "So open. So good. So completely ours."
Rosalie drove into her harder now, the thick strap-on slamming deep with every brutal thrust. The sound of skin-on-skin echoed in the room. Her grip stayed tight in Bella's hair, holding her in place.
"Fucking cum again," Rosalie growled. "Let them see how much you love my dildo in your ass."
Alice's tongue moved faster, suckling her clit with maddening precision, her moans vibrating against Bella's soaked skin.
Bella broke.
Her whole body shook violently. Her mouth opened in a silent scream before the sound tore loose. She sobbed with pleasure, back arching, thighs twitching. Cum poured from her pussy, soaking Alice's face. Her asshole clenched tight around the dildo inside her.
Rosalie groaned at the sight. "Damn. You're a mess."
Alice licked her lips. "She tastes like addiction."
Bella collapsed forward, twitching, drooling into the sheets, still impaled on Rosalie's strap.
Esme kissed her spine again. "You did so well, sweetheart. Mommy's proud."
Bella's voice was barely audible, cracked and wrecked.
"More," she whispered. "Please. Don't stop."
Rosalie laughed.
Alice leaned up to kiss her again.
Esme stroked her hair like she was comforting a child.
"Edward has been starving you," Alice said.
Bella couldn't breathe right.
Not because she needed to—her body had long since left those rules behind—but because the pleasure refused to leave space for anything else. Her chest rose in shallow gasps, her throat sore from moaning, every inch of her body tingling with overstimulation. Her legs lay splayed open, trembling with every pulse. Her cunt was raw, glistening, twitching like it had forgotten how to close.
She was drenched in her own cum. Her nipples were stiff and flushed, her mouth slick with spit and Esme's release. Her fingers clutched weakly at the sheets, too wrung out to fight, too addicted to beg them to stop.
Alice stood at the foot of the bed, snapping the final buckle of the harness into place. The dildo curved perfectly from her hips, already slick with lube and gleaming in the low light. She didn't need anything massive. She just needed something that would make Bella beg.
Bella couldn't look away. Her body twitched like it was remembering what to want before her brain could catch up.
Alice dragged the tip through Bella's swollen folds, slow and deliberate. Wet clung to the toy immediately, thick and obvious.
"She's still soaked," Alice said, almost amused. "Look at her. Not even pretending to be shy."
She nudged the head of the strap against Bella's clit, circling lazily while watching her squirm.
"Her pussy's still wide open for it," she added. "Like it never got the message to stop."
Rosalie sat nearby, arms crossed beneath her bare chest, watching with a satisfied tilt to her mouth.
"She won't stop," Rosalie said. "Not until someone finally fucks her past the point of return."
Alice grinned. "Then I guess I better find out just how far that is."
Esme knelt behind Bella's head, quiet and focused, as her thighs straddled either side of Bella's flushed face. Her pussy hovered just above her lips, warm and wet and already throbbing with need.
"Open," Esme said, calm and steady, her voice dipped in heat.
Bella opened her mouth, dazed and eager.
Esme lowered herself, slowly, grinding down until her soaked folds sealed against Bella's lips. Bella moaned into her without hesitation, tongue flicking up, pressing inside.
"That's it," Esme purred, her fingers tightening in Bella's hair. "Lick Mommy's pussy like it's the only thing you've ever wanted. Let's see who does it better—you, or Edward."
Alice didn't wait.
She pushed forward, letting the strap glide into Bella's cunt. The entrance stretched wide around her cock, already slick and greedy. Bella groaned into Esme's pussy, her thighs kicking slightly as the pressure bloomed.
Alice eased in until her hips met Bella's skin, buried to the base. Bella's cunt squeezed around the toy, clinging tight like her pussy refused to let go.
"Fuck," Alice muttered, breath catching. "She's sucking it in… like she doesn't want me to pull out."
Bella whimpered. Her tongue moved faster, licking and sucking at Esme's clit like she was starving.
Esme rolled her hips, slow and controlled, riding Bella's face with a soft, guttural moan. Her thighs trembled with restraint.
Alice began to move, her rhythm slow but deliberate. She pulled out just enough to tease, then pushed back in with a grind that made Bella gasp. The curve of the strap dragged right over her g-spot, every thrust drawing a fresh tremble from her body.
Bella arched, her grip tightening on Esme's thighs, breath catching on every stroke like it might break her.
Alice watched with a crooked smile, voice low and certain.
"She's pulsing on it," she said. "Every time I hit that spot, she grabs like she doesn't want to let go. It's not a pussy anymore. It's a fucking problem."
Rosalie reached between Bella's legs and rubbed her clit with two fingers, fast and hard.
Bella cried out, the sound lost in Esme's cunt.
Her body snapped tight—her hips bucked—and she squirted. A hot gush splashed across Alice's stomach and down her thighs. Rosalie's hand was soaked instantly.
"Oh, fuck yes," Rosalie growled. "There it is."
Alice didn't pause. She thrust harder, slamming into Bella as wet sounds filled the room—slaps and moans and slick squelching.
Bella screamed again into Esme, her tongue still moving, even as she shook and trembled. Her pussy clenched violently, milking the strap, her juices pouring out in waves.
Esme groaned, grabbing Bella's hair tighter, and rinding down harder.
"Don't stop," Esme panted. "Just like that—right there—Mommy's close—"
Bella sucked her clit, lips locked, moaning into her until Esme came with a sharp gasp. Her thighs clamped tight, her hips jerking, her release soaking Bella's mouth and chin.
Alice fucked her harder.
"Don't you dare stop," she hissed, driving in again and again. "You're not done. Not until I say."
Rosalie pressed her palm flat against Bella's clit again, circling fast.
Bella's body exploded.
She squirted again, harder this time—gushing down Alice's thighs, soaking the sheets below. Her scream was wordless, muffled by Esme's cunt. Her legs kicked. Her arms flailed weakly.
Alice slowed only slightly, thrusting through every twitch of Bella's hips.
"She's fucking wrecked," Alice whispered. "And she's still trying to cum again."
Esme slid off Bella's face with a heavy sigh, her skin flushed, her pussy shining.
Bella lay in the mess, gasping, lips slick with Esme's release, mouth still open.
"I can't—" she whispered, voice broken. "I can't feel anything."
Alice leaned down and kissed her.
"You don't need to," she said softly. "You've already given us everything."
Rosalie knelt at Bella's side, pressed a kiss to her stomach, and licked up the fresh slick that pooled there.
Then she whispered, low and final, "You're not just Edward's anymore."
She kissed her again, lower now. "You're ours."
Bella didn't move.
She lay on her side, eyes unfocused, lips slightly parted, chest rising in slow, shallow breaths. Her skin was glowing with sweat and orgasm, her inner thighs sticky and shining, her face wet from Esme's ride. Her pussy ached, empty now, but still twitching with aftershock. The sheets beneath her were soaked—stained with slick, spit, cum, and hours of being used by three insatiable vampires.
Esme lay behind her, spooning her gently, one arm across her ribs, holding her like a lover. Her hand moved slowly up and down Bella's stomach, fingers whispering over her skin. She pressed soft kisses to the back of her neck.
"You were so perfect, baby," Esme murmured. "I've never seen anyone surrendering themselves like that."
Bella made a soft, wordless sound. Her mouth couldn't form sentences yet.
Alice curled up in front of her, her body still flushed, her face shiny with sweat and release. She smiled wide and lazy, brushing a strand of hair from Bella's face.
"You look like you just ascended," Alice whispered. "Which is fair. You did."
Rosalie sat at the edge of the bed, legs parted, running a damp towel over her thighs as she looked over her shoulder with a smirk.
"You squirted so hard I thought you'd pass out," she said. "Twice. That pussy owes me a thank-you."
Bella let out a slow, wrecked laugh. "I don't even remember how to speak."
Alice giggled, then leaned in and kissed her gently—nothing hungry now, just soft, affectionate, adoring.
"I knew you'd love it," she whispered against Bella's lips. "I saw it. Every version."
Bella sighed. Her hand reached up and touched Esme's forearm. Her other hand settled over Alice's hip.
She didn't want to move.
Didn't want to return to the real world.
Didn't want the night to end.
Esme nuzzled into her hair, voice low.
"You're one of us now. You're family in every way."
Rosalie tossed the towel aside and slid back into the bed, draping herself over Bella's legs like a possessive cat.
Alice leaned in again and grinned.
"If you think this was fun..." she said, dragging her finger slowly down Bella's collarbone, "…just wait until Renesmee's old enough to join us. She's going to out-fuck all of us combined."
Bella blinked. Her pussy twitched.
Esme chuckled. "Don't tempt her."
Rosalie smirked. "You said the same thing about Alice, and look how that turned out."
Bella let out a breathless laugh, her voice finally returning.
"I thought New Moon was the worst thing that ever happened to me," she whispered. "Turns out… it was just foreplay."
Alice burst into laughter.
Esme kissed her cheek. "You're home now."
Bella lay still for a long moment, surrounded by soft bodies, warmth and slick skin, and the quiet hum of afterglow. She looked at them—Rosalie's golden smirk, Alice's glittering eyes, Esme's endless calm—and she felt it in her bones.
This was where she belonged.
She wasn't just Edward's.
She was theirs.
She was the family's.
She was a Cullen.
And she was their slut.
"I want to do this again," Bella whispered, her voice rough, lips swollen, eyes unfocused with afterglow.
Alice kissed her slowly, then smiled against her mouth. "Edward won't be back for a few days," she said lightly. "You'll have time to lose your mind properly."
Esme held her tighter, stroking sweat-damp hair back from Bella's temple. "As often as you need," she murmured, voice like velvet. "You're safe here."
Rosalie leaned over, eyes gleaming, the edge of her grin dangerous. "Next time, I'm fucking your throat. And you're going to thank me for it."
Bella let out a broken, breathless laugh—and smiled.
For the first time since becoming immortal, she didn't feel like she was surviving.
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