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The Demon King glares at the goddess curled asleep in his lap as he sits at the dining table in the dining hall for a group breakfast of sorts the next day to go along with the meeting for the morning. His brothers will show up soon as well as a few councilors to discuss matters according to the realm. How will it look if the woman he lost his shit for is sleeping soundly in his arms when she is supposed to be doting on him hand and foot damn it!? What the fuck is wrong with him? He needs to get her into shape, swiftly. Her innocence will not sway him this time around.

Although he can't entirely blame her for being asleep in his hold. She did in fact do as he told her to do the day before. She woke him up, squarely in his lap with a nervous crease to her eyebrows. She had told him that there was no breakfast brought up and she didn't know exactly where to get it. He hadn't really cared at the time, quickly pulling them into the heated shroud of one of the best ways he can possibly greet the day…. She apparently has not built up her stamina yet.

His eyes narrow on the cute way her face relaxes in sleep. This damn goddess. She's fucking great in bed, but he needs to be more mindful of when he takes her from now on.

He shakes her hoping to jostle her awake, but she simply snuggles closer into his arms, her warm breath puffing out against his neck. His eyes squint as he growls in warning. He shakes her again, harder this time. "Elizabeth. Get up," he hisses darkly into her ear. She whines. Whines and tightens her arms around his neck as she shifts. The movement causes the apron, the only damn thing he could find that would cover her because of her large fucking wings, to shift and expose her bosom a bit.

This halts the red fury that was beginning to cloud his mind, telling him to grip one of her wings and make her wake up in favor of gazing at her almost stupidly.

"-ness"

Her chest is such a delicious sight, he nods to himself.

"..our ...ness…"

It felt great against his tongue and she moaned so sweetly as he tasted her…

"Kin… odas!"

And her scrumptious heart lies just beneath it! Fuck, he could just—

"Meliodas!"

He snaps his head up in shock, his hand unsteadily going up to cover his goddess' chest wanting no one to see what is only meant for him. The table is suddenly full to the brim with people all of which are staring at him with looks varying from impatient to amused. Damn it, she just made a fool out of him. His face twists into an angry sneer as his eyes swivel to his brothers. They're both right in place and unlike him, they both have their goddesses kneeling at their sides. This makes him look even more spinless in controlling his pet.

He ought to just drop her on the fucking ground…

"So, King, I'm sure the goddesses will retaliate once they discover we've stolen a drove of their own. Apparently not just any grouping of goddesses, but newly formed as well." Zeldris tells him in a serious tone but from the way his lips try desperately not to curve up in mirth tells him he's still laughing at his reaction from before.

But Meliodas doesn't feel himself get enraged at this as he's inwardly reeling at the information. 'Newly formed. Ooh fuck… She's more than perfect. She's the purest thing I've ever come across.' She might as well be a teen just blossoming into womanhood completely untouched her whole life.

"Whoa there. I can see where your mind's going, Eater of Virgin Hearts, stay with us for a bit before you lose yourself…" Zeldris goes on almost jokingly as he leans his hand down and strokes his fingers in a rough fashion through the fair haired woman from before.

Meliodas keeps his eyes to Elizabeth as blood begins to pound fiercely within his ears. "I can do as I please, Zeldris, and it'll do you well to remember that."

"While that may be true," The ravenette challenges with narrowed eyes, "We need to know our next course of action as well as what to do with the rest of the goddesses in our capture."

"Assign them servant jobs." he states simply as he lets his hand run slickly through Elizabeth's tresses. She nuzzles her face into his neck and he hears her say something quietly, in a whispered breath. "Meliodas…" His eyes glaze over momentarily as he tries not to let her distract him so easily. Even so, as he smooths his face out into blank impenetrable mask, his free hand easily sneaks beneath her apron unseen, gliding along her thighs teasingly…

"As for the threat have the Commandments be on the lookout for any suspicious moments," His hand snakes up higher, delving in between her thighs. "I want to know what they're doing. Even if it's a possible false alarm, I want to know." He palms her mound and he feels her nose twitch against his neck. "If they do end up making a move of retaliation," Two fingers slip inside her body finding her nicely wet, "Then a war might develop as we counter."

"Take no prisoners as always," Estarossa comments casually.

Meliodas almost doesn't hear him as he lets his mind drift to the feel of his fingers pumping inside of his goddess who begins to breathe rapidly and squirm slightly in his hold. "Of course."

"Sir." The word is bitten out and pulls his eyes up towards the goddess waiting at his side. She's wears an apron around her waist giving her the status of server. Hmm, someone must have spread the word that the remaining goddess' are to become servants of sorts. He hadn't even noticed, his fingers are now soaked in his goddess' slickness. She moans softly in his arms now and his eyes turn away from the inwardly fuming goddess who hides it all behind a smile, a suppressing collar wrapped tightly around her neck one of the things keeping her from attacking.

He knows everyone will take notice of Elizabeth soon, but he could really care less. He's in the process of building up a quick dessert…

"What would you like for breakfast?" She asks tightly.

"Tell the chef's I'll take the usual." He basically shoos the server off as his hand becomes more aggressive in its strokes. At this point Elizabeth gives a loud whimper and his tongue darts out to flick across his lips.

"...Meliodas are you—"

He cuts off Estarossa's chortles when he pulls his fingers from Elizabeth's tight core and instead lifts the divine being and lies her upon her back right on the dining table . He hears gasps and that purple haired goddess from last night begins to scream protests until Estarossa does something to shut her up, but his eyes are locked only on the silverette whose eyelids are fluttering wildly.

He falls to his knees and delves his head under her apron immediately holding her legs apart so that he can finish her off and get his sweet reward.

"Are you fucking serious? Before breakfast?" Zeldris mutters in a huff.

He tunes them out as he inhales Elizabeth's wondrous scent and lets his tongue go to work as he holds her body still. She's so ripe and juicy, he finds himself swallowing quite often as he delves his tongue into her entrance, tasting her deeply as she moans in her sleep. He kisses her sex all the way up to her clit and works it with a passion he's never shown to any other. When would he ever go down on a woman in front of his council? Go down a goddess? He's on his fucking knees for fucks sake! But it's like he's addicted. He can't get enough of her. Her sweet scent, her heavenly moans, her soft curves, and those damn huge blue eyes. He doesn't even know a thing about her and he's eating her out as if his life depends on it.

"Ah… Ahh… A-aah AAHH!" Her voice suddenly crescendos when he sucks particularly hard on her pulsing clit. That's when she begins to buck and his mouth and jaw becomes soaked as she marks him in her sweet juices. He doesn't even blink he's in such a daze. He barely notices it when his hand moves down to unfasten himself. It only takes three quick pumps and he's gritting his teeth to hide his strained moans as he meets his end, thrusting slowly into the palm of his hand.

He's panting hard as he leans his head against her thigh unsure of if he should pull his head out from under her apron. 'What was I thinking? Everyone witnessed my moment of weakness. They were forced to stay. They aren't truly dismissed until I give the say so. I should have fucking sent them away! Why is my head so damn cloudy all of a sudden?' He sighs almost tiredly. "Everyone get the fuck out. Go eat your breakfast elsewhere."

Chairs scrape the floor swiftly as feet practically stampede on their way out. Two pairs stay however. He grudgingly pulls his face out and faces the incredulous stare of Zeldris and the amused stare of Estarossa.

"Is she truly that good? She looks dead to the world to me…" Estarossa comments as he tilts his head allowing his grey hair to fall carelessly across his eyes as he stares down at her.

"You realize people are going to spread this around. The King of Demons goes down for a goddess. This stuff is supposed to be kept behind closed doors for a reason…" Zeldris chastises as he crosses his arms and glares down at his goddess still cowering upon the floor.

Meliodas glares angrily down at the ground as he moves back to take his seat fixing his pants once more snappily. "I already know! She's just so damn innocent. I can't help it. I love that. You both know this. I want to savor it. Devour it—"

"Fuck her until you're drained dry and pass out?" Estarossa inserts with an overly kind smile that does nothing to disguise his enjoyment of the situation.

He wants to punch the younger, but his words are more than true. Meliodas sinks forward and lets his head rest into his hands. "Yeah."

"Did you at least begin to train her?" Zeldris demands.

"Yes. I told her what I wanted her to do in the morning and how I wanted her to wake me."

"So that you can—"

"Yes. We get that I have a problem here, Estarossa. But you both can't tell me you haven't at least slept with your goddess at least once, right?"

Silence greets him.

He sits up straight and eyes them through a narrowed gaze and a raised eyebrow. "Right?"

"You're right. I did. Once. But she isn't to get it again until she proves she's worthy of being at my side. My Gelda is a very weak creature unfortunately."

Estarossa gazes down at the golden eyed goddess who sneers back up at him with rosy cheeks. "Jericho here? I didn't. No, that would break her too soon. Her spirit is quite fun to mess around with. I did however make her go down on me…" The goddess looks away in pure embarrassment at this.

Good. Good. So at least he isn't completely hopeless. That's the lie he tells himself as he gazes down at the slumbering goddess on the dining table. Her hair's a mess and, the darkness inside him twists at the sight of her drooling just slightly. She's soo innocent. He stands and hefts her up into his arms, placing her head on his shoulder as he holds her under her wings and legs, cradling her.

"Are you holding her like—"

"Shut it." He is not infatuated nor obsessed with this girl. He just holds a strong interest in her. He feels her heart beating against his chest and the twisting of the darkness inside him gets stronger and he feels the mark on his forehead spreading. "I was serious about what I said before. If those goddesses make a move, I want to know."

His exit is smooth and purposeful as he carries Elizabeth to his room. He burns anyone with his glare if they so much as looks at him on his way. Instead they make sure to bow and shuffle away with their spiked tails between their legs. The way it should be.

Once in his room he places her on his bed. Then thinks better of it and puts her under his sheets so he can't stare at her body. This does not even seem to help as he finds himself under the sheets with her just staring fixedly at her face for what turns out to be hours on end. "The fuck is wrong with me!?" he curses himself as he slips out of bed and runs his hands roughly through his blond locks. He's tied to her in some unimaginable way and slowly it's beginning to drive him crazy, while she seems just peachy.

Find then. He'll just go out and do something to clear his head. Funny how he thought getting a goddess as a pet would be such a bright idea at first. On his way out, he tells a servant to leave some food in his room for her. He doesn't need Elizabeth to go wondering around without him around or his permission. Free from her entrancement, Meliodas feels he can go out and do anything. Anything…

He gains a crooked grin. "I've been craving hearts… Why not go for a mini feast?"

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Her body feels as if it's buzzing with pure relief. She's only been around a short time, but she's never quite felt this good upon waking up. And, to top things off, she had the most wonderful dream. Sir Meliodas was in it and he did something that makes her cheeks tingle with warmth and her thighs clench together as the thinks back on it. "It felt so real though…" She whispers quietly from under thick coverings. It's then she realizes she's in bed again and not in the bath with Sir Meliodas.

She sits up in alarm as fear curls within her shooting down her spine. "I wasn't supposed to fall asleep after her rewarded me!" She gasps and grips the covers, pulling them up to cover her mouth from her outburst as she begins to look around, afraid that the demon is around and might have heard her speaking out of turn. But as her shoulders begin to relax and her wings lose their tension, she realizes the room is empty.

Odd.

She slowly lets her eyes travel around taking in her surroundings for the first time. The large window to her right that stretches from floor to ceiling and nearly takes up the entire wall is covered in thick red curtains catches her eyes first. She can see through a gap in them that a stone balcony lies just on the other side. Across from the bed is a long wooden desk covered in parchments, ink bottles, and quill pens scattered haphazardly. The sight turns up her lips slightly. 'He's disorganized. Not a thing is in place.' To the left of the desk in the corner is a great fireplace filled with wood. The crimson bricks that curve around it causes Elizabeth's eyes to widen in wonder. 'So pretty…'

She hardly gives it a thought when she finds herself stepping out of bed to pad towards the thing taller than she just to stare closer at it. She inspects it, leaning down and twisting her torso every so often wanting to know what's in every shadow.

A noise crashes outside exploding the calm so suddenly she screams and jumps a foot in the air. Her heart is racing as she spins and makes a dive for the bed hiding under the covers in fear of what could be coming for her. She's never had to fight! She was only just learning how to control her healing magic and now she's trapped in the demon realm! Something will definitely have no trouble bursting through that door to eat her alive.

The very thought causes an instant reaction in the goddess. Her eyes fill with tears as she buries her head deeper into the many pillows on the bed. Her soft cries are muffled there and she takes great comfort in the scent she finds within them. The smell that belongs to Sir Meliodas, the demon who left her here alone…

The door clicks open and she whimpers. The sound of rattling glass and rolling wheels catches her ears as a pair of feet trot forward. She does not move and tries hard not to make another sound. But the person must know she's there regardless because they call out in and even voice, "Is something wrong?" There's only just the slightest amount of sympathy there, but she's absolutely relieved they don't sound like a monster!

Hesitantly she pulls her head from out of the covers and spies another male-wow there are so many in the demon realm!. His hair is silver like hers which makes her smile as she eases more out from under the covers that now rest around her thighs. It's cut neatly atop of his head. His eyes are dark, like Sir Meliodas', and he has a mark going down his left eye.

"I'm fine. I just was f-frightened with that loud noise I heard before," She tells him as she smiles gratefully.

The look of almost bored impatience turns to a look of interest in the demon's gaze that completely goes over her head when her eyes drift to the cart he wheeled in. "Oh, I accidently broke one of the dishes His Highness asked to bring for you. There's no need to worry."

Elizabeth brings her hands together in shocked happiness. "That's for me?" It smells amazing! 'But, who's "His Highness?"' she wonders curiously as she tries to figure out what could be under those shiny tops covering those delicate platters.

"Yes it is… um, what by chance is your name?" He asks and she turns her eyes up, noticing he's stepped away from the cart and is now only a few steps away from the bed.

She blinks a few times. "Elizabeth."

"Yes, it is, Elizabeth. And my name is, Hendrickson by the way," He informs her with a friendly smile that puts off any unease that was beginning to creep up in her mind.

"Thank you, Hendrickson! It's nice meeting you."

"No, the pleasure's all mine," He insists while holding his hand out towards her.

She gazes at it for a second before placing her hand in his. It's a formal greeting she knows, so shaking his hand is something expected of her. She doesn't want to mess this up! His hand wraps around hers, but after a quick firm shake she breathes in sharply when he begins to pull her from the bed. "W-what-?"

"There is actually one thing, His Highness wanted you to do before you could eat your dinner." He tells her reassuringly as he begins to drag her away from the cart and towards the exit of the room. She looks at it longingly and feels her stomach rumble. But she's so hungry!

"Who is His Highness, if you don't mind telling me?" She quietly inquires when the room she's become familiar with drifts out of sight and unfamiliar halls decorated with rough bricks and bright torches begin to greet her instead.

The male chuckles and his hand tightens even more around her smaller hand. "King Meliodas, is who I am referring to."

She gasps and lifts her free hand up to cover her mouth. 'He's a King!? What would a King want with a weak healer like me?' her blue eyes become troubled as she once again allows her mind to drift on the predicament she now wallows in. She is the King's captive and she is to do what he says, but… that feels wrong. He says she isn't supposed to question him, but from what she learned after she came into this world that's not how things are supposed to be. Demons are cruel and very wicked creatures. He hurt her before! And treated her unkindly, but he also made her feel good. And he's given her food. Although she's being made to wait for it for some reason…

But still, should she not be taking this chance away from him to try and escape?

The idea sounds almost fruitless in her mind. She's in the demon realm and truly has no idea of how to get out from it. She knows there are entranceways scattered throughout the realm that could lead her out, but the chances of her surviving long enough to find one are slim.

A door suddenly appears in front of them, bringing Elizabeth out of her downtrodden thoughts. She looks around and notices this area of the castle seems darker, more unused and… there aren't any people around. Anxiety grips her more tightly than a constricting vice. Her hand begins to sweat in the now too tight grip of Hendrickson's. "What was it that Sir Meliodas wanted me to do before eating?"

This feels wrong. Sir Meliodas would have told her himself if he wanted her to do something. Isn't that what he was saying before she fell asleep?

"Just that you needed new clothes to wear. You can't very well go around walking in an apron, now can you Elizabeth?" He answers in a voice filled with something dark hidden behind his mirth.

Her head lowers to see that she is in fact wearing an apron. Thankfully her wings folded in so that they look like a beautiful downy heart cover her bare backside so others can't see. She's observing the article for much too long giving Hendrickson the opportunity to open the door and pull her inside. She had hope that maybe it would be a room full of people sewing clothes of different styles and qualities. But it's a small room filled with dust, a single small circular window, and a single chaise lounge chair.

She feels her heart painfully thudding in her chest when the door is closed behind them.

"This used to be a sitting room of sorts…" He tells her in the room screaming in its silence.

She tries to pull her hand away as he leads her forward. "I-I… Can I just g-go back? Sir Meliodas will be upset if he finds me missing."

He ignores her and shoves her onto the chair. She lands on her stomach as her eyes begin to well in frightened tears. The feel of him sinking behind her as his hand grip her waist is horrifying to her whirling mind.

"I've had my taste of the goddesses in the kitchen… Now it's time to see what would make the King throw his pride away for you."

Her wings flap uselessly as she tries to pull away from his hold. She sucks in a deep breath and gives a shrill scream the moment his hips rub into her from behind. "SIR MELIODAS!"

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His mouth floods with the warm chunky bursts of juicy goodness only a pure heart can offer as he chews slowly, savoring the exquisiteness. Blood drips down his chin as he moans in delight. And when he swallows the remains of his meal going down to stew in his belly with the others he's devoured he gives a high peel of wicked laughter. Meliodas feels his blood rushing too fast, dazing his mind as he grins madly. The screams that surround him in this second village he's pilfered of virgins so far this night does nothing to dampen his high mood.

He moans again as he closes his eyes clenching his hands in the squishy gore of this virgin's chest and begins to grind his hips against hers feeling his pent up arousal spill forth from all the beating hearts he held in his hands before tearing his teeth through them this night. He stares with wide crazed eyes at the girl beneath him, her face smeared in drying blood, her skin cold to the touch. Her hair is a pretty silver but everything else about her is wrong. But seeing such long beautiful locks makes his eyes squeeze closed as he begins to feel his loins tighten.

"Elizabeth." The word is followed by an inhumane whine as his emotions once high before now begin to dip with his swelling desire for the goddess.

He snarls like a rabid beast and moves off of the dead girl, tossing her aside as blood sprays from her limp form through the air. The screams of the villagers turn deafening, annoying the demon further. He's gone after nothing but women with blue eyes or silver hair this night and it's finally gotten to him. He wants her. He wants his Elizabeth.

Meliodas rises covered in blood, some dripping down his jaw as his eyes gain a familiar demented gleam. He's about to take the necessary step to traverse to the demon realm. His fingers are curled to resemble claws as he imagines getting his hands around his goddess, licking her flesh, biting her skin, delving himself in her while eating that delicious heart...

A woman runs across his path, her eyes wide, shiny, and blue. The scent that pervades his senses is sinfully sweet. The beast inside him roars in hunger at this and Meliodas acts without a conscious thought. The woman cries and screams as he pins her down, ripping her clothes as his pulse beats loudly in his skull. He making animalistic noises, grunting, growling, and breathing raggedly as he renders her bare and completely pure from any outside interferences. Tears make her eyes shine brighter sending surges of sharp need throughout the raving demon. He gives a rough pleased noise in the back of his throat as he shreds his pants open then swiftly begins to slam his rigid length into the girl's entrance.

Her screams are easily silenced when his fingers go to her chest, breaking through her ribs as his fingers warm once again in the slick texture of blood. Her heart is pulled out, whole and intact , as he takes pleasure in her unmoving body, thrusting hard and fast inside of her. His eyes roll into the back of his head in bliss when he takes a bite. Meliodas huffs and grunts brokenly soon after as he begins to release into her, chewing on the heart he can't seem to get enough of.

One last heart shouldn't hurt before he goes to see his goddess.