~2~

She winces and shifts her body as a sting rushes through her before dissipating. It's quick to return however more powerful this time as her eyes squeeze closed tighter and a sound of protest builds in her throat. Her mind once fogged with heavy lethargy now drags itself from the comfortable depths into something more coarse and rough. The strike comes again and her blue eyes shoot open as a whimper squeaks from her throat.

"Are you up yet, Elizabeth?" She hears the voice above her and it sounds menacing and displeased before another stinging strike swats against her bottom.

A startled cry leaves her lips as her body jolts forward. She clutches the sheets beneath her torso and shivers across Sir Meliodas' lap. Her lower lip pushes outward just the slightest as she inwardly whines about the pain at her rear. "Sir Meliodas?" She asks in a tiny voice shifting uncertainly against the firmness of his thighs and the hot tip of… something pressing wetly into her belly. "Could you not hit my bottom like that, please?"

One of his palms grips her tender rear roughly, squeezing and massaging the whole area sending a mix of pain and pleasure into her being which slowly begins to cloud her mind. 'It feels painful and good… How can that be?' She's staring towards the window where the afternoon's golden rays shine in. Her mouth is slightly open to let soft lengthy breaths escape as his hands continue to squeeze her. "What did I say about questioning me?"

'His voice is dangerous again, but i-it doesn't scare me… How can that be? It makes me… want to…' She slumps forward more as his hands grip at her thighs just as roughly. She finds herself spreading them without much thought. "I'm s-sorry, Sir Meliodas."

"You fell asleep when I told you not to." He states curtly and she sighs shakily when his hands glide up, over her bottom and along her back beneath her wings, pressing and massaging strongly along the way.

She moans weakly as her eyes slip closed. Oh, gods, no one's ever touched her like this before… and so close to her sensitive wings. "I'm sorry!"

"Oh you will be if you do it again." he mutters darkly as he begins to shift from beneath her and she feels the wetness of that hot tip mark a path along the side of her belly. Elizabeth feels thrown off balance when his hands grasp her hips and force her onto her knees. She breathes quickly in the rising of nervousness that sparks through her body, clutching the covers closer to her face as she wonders what he'll do with her now.

Her knees shift apart in the soft cushion of the bed and suddenly a moist, nipping kisses are being placed against the inside of her thighs. "Ever morning, I want you to collect breakfast from the servant that comes to this door and sit it on the bedside table," he murmurs against her thigh.

Elizabeth trembles and attempts to keep her heart steady as she gives a nod to her head. But her body is starting to get so hot and tingly… She ends up moaning her answer. "Okay, Sir Meliodas…"

His tongue slides against her skin and she feels a pulsing begin to slowly but surely dominate her sense from between her legs. "Afterwards, I want you to climb into my lap and wake me up by calling my name… Good things will happen next, Elizabeth."

She wiggles her bottom as her mind attempts to create images of what this good thing can be. She can't seem to imagine anything besides what Sir Meliodas has already done, but she lets herself fantasize about the rather intense emotions he seems to bring out in her during those times, hoping that's what he means. The pulsing in her core grows stronger.

"Ugnn... Yes, Sir Meliodas! I promise to do that for you!"

"Good." His body slides up hers until she feels his hips resting snugly against her bottom. She's terrified and delighted all at once when she feels the searing rigidness he pressed within her so intensely before. Why does it drive her mind into electrifying whirls, heating her skin, and make her feel so good just from his hand resting at the top of her rear as that part of him slides teasingly against her… over and over and over-?

"Because I have so many more things I'll have you do for me Elizabeth that will end with you thoroughly rewarded," he continues in a voice noticeably huskier.

Her eyelids droop then fall shut all together as a certain shift in his hips has him sliding deep within her. Her jaw falls open as a shudder so powerful flows through her she can hardly catch her breath. "R-r-rewarded?" Oh, gods she can't think, not with him inside her, pumping in and out like this again!

He grunts and she whimpers shakily at the wet sounds that begin to come from between her legs. "Yeah."

She holds herself as still as possible, not wanting to stop the way his body and hers connect so absolutely wonderfully in her dazed mind. Sir Meliodas seems to want to go slow, making sure she feels the entire length of him as he presses into her. She makes sure he knows she's pleased, feeling embarrassment flush her cheeks as she lets her voice, albeit muffled by the sheets she desperately clutches, create noises that sound dirty in her ears. It feels heavenly though, the bursting waves of pleasure that get more and more powerful with each roll of his hips.

The goddess presses back. She clenches around him and makes sure he makes the sounds of enjoyment that she emits as well as she begins to feel his hold on her begin twitch and unsteady. The sound of his rough breathing is so desireable in her ears. The demon's body is within hers, pleasuring her and she doesn't want it to end just yet. It's so naughty, but the thing they're doing is something she desperately looks forward to every time it happens.

"S-Sir Meliodas? Aaahh…" So hot, she's so hot, but he's hotter inside of her. Making the good feeling that much better as she feels wetness beginning to seep along her thighs. "I d-don't want this mmm… good feeling to go away, please." She knows asking nicely is the right way to go. A-and, oh heaven's he's already going faster. "Aaahh!"

"I can make it feel better," He tells her instead, sounding as if his voice is about to dissolve into spine tingling growls.

He slumps over her and she can feel the pressure of his body against her wings. The sweat on his skin dampens and ruffles them in a way that has her gasping. She arches into his body as best as she can. Then suddenly she screams. Her eyes are wide open as she reaches her arms forward clawing for something to grasp onto as he begins to hump her. That's the only way her mind can put it as his arms go around her holding onto her breasts as his knees keep her open for his quick, hard and rough thrusts into her.

Her heart is jumping too fast as the feelings inside of her quickly begin to rise and build like a pressure she absolutely loves but can't keep no matter how hard she tries to grasp it. She feels as if she's sinking beneath everything at once. She's moaning and screaming her happiness for Sir Meliodas to hear and listening to his loud pants and pleasured grunts in return as it feels as if her insides are being melted by their frantic motions. And suddenly, she wants nothing more than to give into the wonderful pressure as her voice begins to crack.

"S-Sir Meliodas! It f-feels good! It feels good!"

She feels herself beginning to clench around him almost against her will and she hears him choke on a groan. A single loud scream tears past her throat the moment he slows his pace and rolls his hips strongly into her as she falls into a second kind of heaven. She's squeezing around him as she gasps at the rush of the intense feeling that plows into her. It's as if she feels her energy draining rapidly as pure euphoria blazes through her with each spasm.

And then, as she gasps and pants ever so tiredly, the feelings begin to ebb away leaving her thighs wet and Sir Meliodas slowing down… Although she doesn't recall feeling him pulse inside of her or that moist burst he usually fills her up with. Why'd he stop?

He draws back from her, pulling out of her wet hold, and he can see her visible shock in the way her wings appear to flutter briefly. It's a pain to not finish, the need within him is apparent with every twitch of his cock, but he needs to finish telling her of everything that is expected of her before he wears her down. And judging by the path of the sun, he's got a bit of day left still to have his fun with her… "You'll be rewarded in many ways if you do everything that I tell you, but, if you don't, I'll have fun punishing you and watching you squirm as I do."

"Punishment, Sir Meliodas?" Her voice already sounds satisfied and exhausted and he cannot have any of that right now. Fucking her is so damn good, he needs to be able to have more than one session with her damn it. Perhaps this is the best time to show her what he'll do when she's even the slightest bit displeasing to him...

He has a very interesting punishment in mind that should still give him what he needs right now. It should definitely have her confused and at war with herself as a bonus. The demon groans as he takes note of her once again. The heavenly view she gives him of her ample ass and her flushed slit more than soaked from her orgasm before. Her inner thighs are even pink and her ass cheeks are red from his hips repeatedly striking them. And fuck he's a bit fond of those wings… She looks like an angel. His to do anything he wants with and she only ever responds with that sinfully sweet voice of hers asking such innocent questions.

He feels his muscles burn with tension as he struggles not to just finish it off by delving straight into her. He could go slow this time, test his stamina. Have them both gasping for breath by the time even a hint of their orgasms reach them. She'd be in tears as lengthy moans fill his ears and he'd empty himself deep within her feeling so damn satisfied to feel it begin to spill out as he lay with her temporarily satiated. The hot, sweaty, messiness of sex with her has him making a rough uneven growl as his mind nearly gets lost with the idea…

But then he clenches his teeth and keeps to his plan of showing her one of her possible punishments with a steel to his resolve that resembles that of his length. He looks at the swell of her ass and huffs. She's not ready yet though… A bit of preparing is in order and he needs to keep her off balanced so that she doesn't start asking damn questions.

He's swift in reaching over and inside of his side table for something he's never once used, but knows should be there. He pulls the cool container out just as Elizabeth begins to squirm. 'Damn it. That was barely two seconds…'

"A-are we…?" The soft uncertain question is voiced as he sees her lean her torso further down as she buries her head into his pillows, nervous.

His hand fumbles with opening the bottle as he gapes at her ass openly. After breaking the cap unconsciously his free hand moves down to stroke himself some. And it's a fucking relief as his tension begins to ease some as he tries to breathe around the heat rushing up his neck. "Yeah, I just want to prepare you," He tells her as he slides behind her and lets some of the thick, smooth liquid come onto his fingers from the bottle once he lets himself go with a bit of regret.

"Prepare me?"

"You'll see…" His finger rises up and, just as he expected, the moment they glide along her puckered hole she flinches and tries to ease away from him.

"D-don't touch there!" She squeaks out and he can imagine her face becoming a deep crimson as she grips the pillows in a stranglehold.

But he drops the bottle of lotion and uses that hand to grip her thigh as he brings his mouth to her right fleshy cheek, giving it a harsh nip that begins to redden. "Stay still." It's a sharp command that she finches from, and he means it. Especially when he slips a single finger inside of her pucker and she begins to whine self-consciously. This needs to go easily and smoothly from what her remembers of the maybe two times he's done this. He's only ever done so when asked by whichever female he'd taken to bed that night. He didn't take as nearly as much care to prepare them though as he does here with Elizabeth.

She squirms as he thrusts and stretches his fingers, now two, into her and he can tell by her labored breathing that she's starting to feel something, although she probably doesn't have a clue as to why. He chuckles as he lays kisses against the skin of her bottom. She such a damn treasure. Everything from her curvy figure that could entice just about anyone, down to her mindset, which he wonders if was designed specifically to draw him in. He hates when people question him and even though she does it all the time, he's starting to slowly find it not the slightest bit annoying. Though he still can't have such insolence…

Elizabeth, his mouthwatering goddess, is untouched and pure to the core. This shy and bashful, squirming woman in his bed is worth salivating over as he finger fucks her in the ass, getting ready to add a third finger. She doesn't know what anal sex is and he plans on exploiting that to the fullest.

"W-why… ughn… are you touching me there? You haven't mmm… yet explained." She questions again as he watches as her slit gains a fresh wave of sickness from her arousal. 'She likes this… good.'

"You can be punished in one of two ways, my goddess. With pain and pleasure or… just pain," he informs her with a particularly dark drip to his tone for her inquiry as she opens up nicely to accept his third finger. She's so hot and she clenches around him so tightly. Fuck, how is he even going to last with how tight he feels right now? He glances down and a hiss of air slips through his teeth as he finds his length resting just at the base of his stomach just below his belly button as pre-cum leaks from the head. He's never been this hard before! There's no way he'll be able to get it down without release.

Luckily he feels Elizabeth is just about ready as he pulls his fingers out and gratefully places his hips in position. He grips himself and then forces the head of his erection at her puckered entrance. "Relax." he warns her as he begins to ease in.

"B-but that's not—!" She seems to choke on her breath as he slides more into her. He lets his head fall back as a groan thick and husky rumbles in his throat. She like a suction cup around him, hot and smoldering as she whimpers and wriggles her hips, tightening and loosening around him with her nerves. "Ooh you feel fucking great, goddess," he moans as he pulls his hips back, feeling her resistance in letting go, before pushing back into her welcoming hold. He hasn't even truly begun yet and he feels like he's about to lose it.

"Why does it feel this way?" She moans out loudly as he begins the steady slapping motions of his hips against her rear. His hands slide down along her sides as he leans into her, hearing her breathless sounds of wonder and desire. He lets his mouth drag against the slope of her back, managing to follow the path of her spine as her wings part for him with the long shaky sound that rattle in her throat. Her skin is burning against his mouth, moist in her sweat as he sinks into her being. She's his divine drug and no one can have her this way or any other. "A-am I wrong for liking this?" She whimpers, a tinkling noise.

"No." He tells her in a throaty gravel. "You should feel good when I do this to you…" And she should. Most demons don't give two shits about the state of the women they take and he understands that to the base of his being. But with Elizabeth what would be the fun in just holding her down as he fucked her? No, he wants to feel her squirm in delight as he rolls his hips just right. He wants to hear the hitched moans she makes every time his sac slaps against her slit. He wants her to press back into him as she does now with breathy cries as she squeezes and massages him until he curses without any heat. He wants her to want this just as much as he.

He picks up the pace when her breathing begins to stutter and her moaning begins to fill the room near constantly like a pleading song. Her body rocks with the force of his strokes inside of her and he wraps an arm under her to grasp one of her bouncing breasts in a lecherous kind of pleasure. Her hair is spilled messily across her back and around her sides, but he can't see her face. Damn it, he wants to see her face as he fucks her.

He slips out of her quickly, his length smacking wetly against his stomach as she squeaks out a protest. He would laugh at her if he weren't so desperate to get back inside of her again as she is for him to fill her. He moves her to her back and climbs over her pressing into her puckered entrance once more. Having direct eye contact as he thrusts into her is so searingly intense against his skin, he begins to feel a tightening in his cock near ready to snap.

Her legs pull up slowly, a provocative motion the innocent goddess probably has no idea what does to him, then glides them sensually around his back as she lets him watch her as she openly releases downright knee buckling sounds of pleasure. Her eyes are so dark and deep he drowns in them like a weak man fallen victim to his siren. His throat begins to tighten as he tries to swallow, but suddenly it's just so hard to stay in control. He's groaning and grunting thickly as they slap together wetly and he ends up curling his hands into the sheets above her head, caging her face between his arms as he muscles begin to tense.

Elizabeth's arms suddenly dart out to encircle his chest, pressing her mounds against him as her hardened nipples sends pleasant shocks through his veins. They're both shaking, just the slightest, from the mounting pleasure. And he just knows their end has come as he drives into her with abandon and her mouth presses to the junction of his neck and shoulder to muffles her succulent screams.

"Sir Meliodas! I-I'm… I'M—!"

She falls over first.

His ears seem to dull to only the sound of his blood pounding in them and her delicate cries as she clenches around him so tight he's winded. It's so hot and so strong around his pulsing cock as she rides through her orgasm, there's not even a choice in holding himself back. Her body's practically milking him, demanding he fill her up to the brim. The darkness inside of him roars victoriously at the thought as he pushes even deeper into her. He feels the draining sense of relief as his release spills forth, feeling almost never ending as he grunts and moans heavily into her ear. He holds her down with his arms wrapped under her not daring to pull his hips back until his muscles stop twitching and the roaring in his ears begins to lessen.

Elizabeth's hands are curled against his back as she pants, breathless against the side of his neck. When he breathes in deeply, slowly he instinctively pulls her tighter to him with a pleased hum. Her release smells so damn sweet. It causes something to twist inside of him as he holds her close and rolls them to their sides. She peeks at him from her place against his neck and he devours her rosy countenance with a pleased rumble. "You liked that?"

Her hands rise up to grip his shoulders. "I… yes…"

He gives a haughty laugh as he moves his lips to her neck, leaving a lavish kiss there. "That will be one of your punishments depending on what mood I'm in..."

He coils around her like a possessive being, letting his hand glide down to her lower back as he presses and massages there to her soft sighs, while the other hand grips her thigh and hoists it around his waist so they're as close as they can be. Meliodas plants his lips on her cheek as she stares up blearily through her exhaustion. "No one can touch you there, or the way I have today other than me, do you understand?" The darkness inside of him covets her with a feral kind of need. She is to be his and his alone. He has marked her!

Elizabeth opens her mouth and instead of an answer a yawn comes out. He grows impatient for her acceptance in the matter. "Do you understand?" he presses harder.

"Yes, Sir Meliodas. Only you… I only want you..." She states as her head sinks forward closer to his as she presses his chest and rolls them until he's laying on his back. This shocks him out of his domineering streak for a moment as he gazes up at her or more specifically into her eyes. He sees something in her big, sleepy eyes that gradually causes his calming hearts to stop almost painfully before lurching in sudden fluttering speed.

'Only wants me? What?'

He doesn't know what she could quite mean by that even though it's similar to his possessive claim of her. It's not the same thing however as her words are sweet, delicate, and full of something that causes him to swallow in a sudden swell of a growing… attachment.

His hand reaches up and runs slowly through her silver strands as he looks deeply into her eyes, seeing her wish to please him, a bit of uncertainty, and an emotion that resonates with him deeply as she brushes her nose against his almost tenderly. He doesn't wait another moment to pull her down to kiss her lips, realizing with a deep flustered groan that he hadn't kissed her enough.

That's something he's definitely going to be doing a lot, whenever he can, as much as he can from now on. These lips, smooth, warm, and impressionable to his teachings are certainly not meant to be left alone for too long, he decides with a devious chuckle that mixes with Elizabeth's contented sigh.

~.~.~

It's oddly silent as evening rolls in. He'd decided to shuck off his duties for the day in order to spend it in bed with his Elizabeth… Now she sleeps, completely done in for the day. Her head is on his chest as her arms loop around his waist. He doesn't recall how they ended up in this position, but he feels not an ounce of irritation stir within him. Her weight is comfortable, and staring down at her sleeping face is surprisingly entrancing to his coarse soul.

He lifts an arm and wraps it around her shoulders holding her close as he feels her naked warmth shift against him. Meliodas closes his eyes and presses his nose into the top of her tresses for a moment. He shocks himself when he kisses her briefly, lifting his other arm to glide down her downy wings as he leans back more into his pillows. The Demon King sighs as he closes his eyes. 'What am I doing? Kissing and holding her? I held her last night too, although I did it the right way then… But all I can think about is how sweet she smells even after everything I've done… and how beautiful her messy hair looks… and she just makes me feel…'

He shakes his head of the thought finding it too unsettling to his abruptly flustered insides. He decides not to think on it more as he gets a good grip around her waist and pulls her up more so that her head rests just under his neck so that he can lean his head against hers. His sensitive hearing picks up a slight hitch in her breathing and then her hands are twitching just slightly as she exhales deeply.

The sound of his name.

The soft flustered feeling inside of him erupts into a flurry of frazzled warmth. His eyes gain a delighted glaze as he revels in the feel of her pure, plump heart beating against his chest. "Elizabeth…" She's his. All his. And he plans on keeping her. Never will he ever let this gem escape him. No, she's more than that. She's irreplaceable and one of a kind. He'll never meet a soul like hers again. No one can fill the place in his life she's effortlessly starting to make for herself. He only wants her.