Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes as a ray of sunlight fell against her face. She moaned softly as she pulled herself up into a sitting position, blushing lightly at the dull throb between her legs. It was three days into mating season, and Meliodas just couldn't keep his hands off of her. There were only a few times when they weren't a mass of limbs and sweat moaning and groaning in bliss... and this was one of those times. Elizabeth knew right away by her mate's absence that he'd gone to hunt. That was the only time he ever left her side. He even followed her when she went to do her, er, business.

Although, it wasn't really Meliodas. But it was. He was just... running on pure instinct, like he'd told her would happen. His eyes were that characteristic black shade that they turned when he used his demonic powers, and the mark above his right eye was always there. When they were in the throes of passion the mark would be jagged, messy almost. But, when they were resting or he was hunting, it would be clean and tidy, and he would be sane enough to actually hold a conversation with her... though his speech and mannerisms were different than she was used to.

"Mate." his voice suddenly came from behind her. In the state he was in now, his voice was deeper and gravelly... and admittedly attractive. Elizabeth smiled as she turned to face him, finding a sword wolf slung over his shoulder. He was stark naked, had been since the season fully set in. Elizabeth still blushed at this every time she saw him, but she couldn't help but think he looked extremely attractive right now.

"You're back. I didn't even know you'd left." Elizabeth smiled softly at him as he dropped his catch down by the small campfire he'd built. He grunted in acknowledgment of her words but found no need to comment on them. Elizabeth was fine with that, and she was content to watch him as he set about cleaning his catch and then cooking it. She ended up dozing off again while he was cooking, and she awoke to gentle shaking and the smell of her mate's familiar disgusting cooking.

"Eat, mate." his words were firm but also full of concern for his mate. She smiled and accepted the meal. She was surprised at just how much meat he'd given her, however. It was nearly triple what he'd given her before. She raised an eyebrow at this. "You need energy for tonight." his voice took on a seductive purr as he nuzzled against her temple. She blushed at this. So, in other words, she wasn't going to sleep tonight... With a deep blush staining her face, and with her mate staring at her with mirth in his onyx eyes, she sighed and began eating.

It was a good thing she got sleep that morning.


Meliodas grinned as he watched his mate sleep against his chest. She was exhausted... but very satisfied, and he was proud of that. He nuzzled his nose against her temple, holding her close to him to keep her warm against the chill of the morning. It wouldn't do anyone any good if his mate got sick.

He grinned widely as his mate shifted and let out a soft mewl. The scent of her arousal filled his nose and he couldn't be more pleased. His little mate was dreaming about him taking her again. His plan to make her addicted to him was working like a charm. Goddesses, he'd lost count on how many times they'd mated these past two weeks, on how many positions he took her in, on how many times she cried his name to the heavens. Mating season was already halfway over, but he had the feeling that they would never stop craving each other this much after the season ended.

"Meli...odas." Elizabeth let out a soft moan and her eyes fluttered open. She blinked up at him for a few seconds, and then her eyes filled with lust and she leaned up to kiss him hungrily. He grinned through the kiss and rolled over so he was leaning over her. She instantly wrapped her legs up around his waist and he groaned as she arched up against him. She wanted him, needed him... and who was he to keep her waiting?

With a fierce growl he thrust into his mate, reveling in her cry of pleasure. He didn't bother with any of that slow, sweet stuff. No, his mate needed a good carnal fuck right now, and he was going to give it to her. Her sweet cries of bliss were his reward as he took his mate like the demon he was. He drowned himself in her beautiful cries and her desperate pleas for more.

"Harder... please, harder..." Elizabeth arched up against him, desperate for her release. He obliged with a grin, filled with joy at the fact that he no longer had to hold back with her. It may have only been two weeks since she lost her virginity, but Meliodas had quite efficiently turned her into a sex addict. He gave her everything he could short of physically hurting her. Even now, he knew she was feeling a delicious sting from their acts... but this was a good sting. It was pleasurable pain, and she was loving it. Her scream as she fell into nirvana was proof enough of that.

Meliodas groaned as she clamped down around him with her release. She forced him into his own release, and he buried his face in her neck with a moan as he spilled himself deep inside of her. He bit at her mating mark, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a nice red bruise over the sensitive mark. She moaned as he nibbled at her while she came down from her high. They both simply laid there like that, Meliodas never leaving his mate's warmth as he nibbled and kissed at her neck and she relaxed in his hold and welcomed his ministrations with a sleepy, satisfied smile. It was a perfect moment, and they reveled in it together in blissful silence.

Until a growl filled the air.

Meliodas was quick to react to the sudden threat. He pulled himself from his mate and quickly ushered her behind him as he glared at the pathetic fool who dared intrude upon their little mating nest. It was another demon, who had smelled a fertile female nearby and had come to investigate and possibly indulge in the treat that was Elizabeth. Elizabeth saw the bloodlust in the intruder's eyes and she hid behind her mate with a small, frightened whimper. Meliodas flared his powers in warning, letting his own growl erupt from his throat as he stared down the intruder. He looked fairly human, but the horns sprouting from his forehead gave away his heritage. It was not a member of the Ten Commandments, but he was clearly powerful if he was able to slip through the halfway opened seal on the demon realm.

The demon didn't seem to comprehend just how weak he was compared to Meliodas. He had his sights set on the female behind him, and nothing would keep him from her. Meliodas let out a feral snarl as the intruder dared to step closer. His power surged again, but this time it was not in warning. It was in attack. He charged at his opponent, who was easily twice his size, and ended the confrontation with one attack. The pathetic excuse for a demon perished, its head exploding upon impact with Meliodas' fist.

"S-sir Meliodas... are you okay?" Elizabeth rushed to his side once the enemy was clearly dead. Meliodas didn't answer. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and nuzzled at her neck with a low contented growl. His mate was safe.

"Mate. My mate. Mine." her grumbled against her soft skin. Just being near her was calming down his raging instincts. The intruder had triggered his need to kill, and he was half ready to leave his mate and go find something worthy to fight and kill. But having his mate in his arms, he decided to forgo all that in favor of staying with her and protecting her.

"Yes... all yours." Elizabeth promised softly as she returned his embrace. They stayed that way for a short time, before the dead demon's stench began to make Elizabeth turn green. "Can we... can we go somewhere else?" she halfway pleaded as her stomach lurched. Meliodas responded by scooping her up into his arms and flitting away with her.

A short while later found the couple inside a small dry cave next to a stream. Elizabeth found that she liked this place better, as the cave would keep the rain off of her better than the small lean-to she'd built in the forest. She tried to get out of Meliodas' hold to explore, but he held her firmly in his arms until she got the hint that he wasn't going to put her down anytime soon. He carried her into the cave and sat down, keeping her in his arms the whole time. He then proceeded to nuzzle her neck and cheek, making a strange sound that was a mix between a purr and a growl the entire time. Elizabeth found it... soothing. It was as if he was trying to assure her that she was safe and he would protect her. Or maybe he was trying to assure himself of that. Either way, the sound quickly had Elizabeth dosing off to sleep again, safe and secure in her mate's arms.