This will be the last one today, as far as I have planned. A tease of what may come in the future. I am having a grand ole time inside Meliodas's head.

Enjoy.

I dreamed of fucking the princess. Not just with my human self, but with all of me. I knew I was dreaming because there is no way I would claim Elizabeth like this. She deserved everything I had, not this monster.

My demon tempted me, with the darkest of images. Elizabeth, sprawled out underneath us. Wiggling with we grinded our hips in her most sensitive of spots. Elizabeth, with bruises from our fingers, moaning our name.

A soft smile I could feel within myself as the darkness seemed to giggle and squirm at my arousal of the brutally treated princess. At our own arousal for her, like that. Elizabeth… like when we took her first.

No, anything but that!

We were in a glade, atop a mountain, splitting the difference between heaven and hell though slightly more in the Goddess's favor. It was fair, as We were the ones hunting her.

We were perched on a branch, watching the goddess bath in a secret spring. Darkness rolled off our form, hiding in the shadows of the leaves. We wore only our darkness, and the fitted coat the Goddess said she liked the best. It was 'spooky', she had said, with the strangest of laughs. A giggle, perhaps?

She was the embodiment of the moonlight cast upon her form. All silvers and creamy whites, freely swimming in the spring, combing out the tangles the water left in her hair. Her wings were spread along the surface, and she turned back and forth as though to rinse the waters through them.

Every time she shifted, it gave us quite the view. From the breathtaking outline of her breasts, still facing away from us, to the curve of the other.

Back and forth. Side to side. Her curves rocked with the water, as if moving to an unheard tune. Her eyes were closed, simply enjoying the feel of the water against her.

We wanted to be against her.

Meliodas jumped from the tree. His darkness allowed him to land with no sound, his arousal spurred the black fire across his form like pants, to accent his own wings out of the back of his coat. This was the form he existed in most often. From battle to battle meetings, the demon king's son wore his darkness nearly always. A badge of honor, of pride.

He slipped into the water behind the princess, wrapping her up under her wings and pulling her against his form.

"Meliodas!" exclaimed the girl, stunned by his advances. The demon prince had always been teasing, forward even, but never had he grabbed-naked no less!

Oh, but to feel his strong arms around her middle, his wings sliding around him, against hers. His breath on her neck. She wanted everything from him, all at once.

His hands played on her stomach a minute as they rested together. Something was different… something was wrong.

She raised a hand to run through his hair, and her demon purred as he nuzzled her neck, rubbing small circles on her tummy.

"Meliodas…" She breathed. They had shared small kisses, but never been this exposed before. She didn't mind it very much, but he seemed different than his usual carefree, rebellious self. "Is something the matter?"

He froze, but the darkness did not stop crawling around her wings, ruffling her feathers gently. It began to creep from his legs to hers.

A gravelly voice came into her ears, pulling her back from the stirring sensation in her belly. "Elizabeth"

The voice was from Meliodas, but is was more. It had layers that sent shivers down her spine, she arched gently and his hands pressed tighter to her stomach. He made a sound she'd never heard outside of the healing tent. A groan? Was he hurt?

"Are you ohkay, Meliodas?" She tried to turn in his arms but he only held her tighter.

The feel of the goddess was almost too much from him. He was barely separating himself from the darkness. It was attempting to consume them both and she didn't even notice. Coming here, in this condition was a mistake. How was he going to explain this to her if all he could think about was her ass so close to his dick?

"I am ohkay" he breathed wrapping himself around her more. She was his light, his safety. She was safe. Elizabeth seemed to relax a bit, waiting for him to continue, as she often did.

He swallowed roughly "It… I…" If he could get closer to her without seeing her face, he may be able to say this without losing complete control. Hang onto her light, damn it.

But she turned. She put a foot of space between them by using the water to her advantage, and turned around. One look at her face, her lip bitten in curiosity and worry, and the last of his humanity slipped through his fingers.

He engulfed every part of her, claiming her as he let her know what it was like to be hunted and fucked from a wild animal… a wild demon prince.

It had been a Blood Moon, that first night he fucked his mate. It was bloodlust turned into plain lust. They came around once every thousand years, a true Blood Moon. Orange harvest moons were a tease compared to the compelling crimson of a Blood Moon. Where demons had ravaged the earth, killing and fucking anything they could possess.

It was normal for demons to find their mate during a Blood Moon. Usually of their own kind, bonded together by the spirit of the hunt.

Meliodas had locked himself in the dungeons of hell. Two weeks a Blood Moon lasted. It waxed and then waned. If he could make it through Full Moon's Night, he would make it without committing impossible sins.

On the Full Moon's Night, he lost himself to the bloodlust and killed every demon in the way to see his mate. His wrath encompassed the whole dungeon, every person dead and the bars melted into puddles on the floors.

We were going to take her whether you let us or not.