LAWS TO LICK BY: WRITTEN BY THE PEOPLE, FOR THE PEOPLE!
1ST COMMANDMENT: Thou shall enjoy with minimal squirming every lickith thou receive. ((by RainStorm2122))
2ND COMMANDMENT: Thou shall submit reviews with gusto! Or the lickith will be thrice as moist and determined! ((also by RainStorm2122))
3RD COMMANDMENT: Thou shall not covet another's licketh, for the punishment shall be lickeths tenfold. ((by ashleyk2010))
4TH COMMANDMENT: Thou shalt appreciate if a lick or more was given to both thou body and soul ((by TailGatomonX3))
5TH COMMANDMENT: Thou shall never be wary of thou lickith. Thou must embrace it, and return it with gusto! ((by BettyBest2))
6TH COMMANDMENT: Thou shall not protest thy licks, or the number of thy licks shall be doubled. ((by yojimbo89))
7TH COMMANDMENT: Thou shall never fear the lickith, for the lickith is the lifeforce of thy Goddess. ((by PippElulu))
8TH COMMANDMENT: Thou shall not deny a Lick her desires, for the punishment is death by reanimation. Hell hath no fury like a Lickith's scorn! ((collaboration by Dom and Stormie))
9TH COMMANDMENT: If thou art to lick then thy lick shall be full of passion, for to do otherwise shall bring forth shame and the awkward. ((also by yojimbo89))
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M is for MATURE, people.
If I can pretend to be, then you can too!
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What Good is an
Empty Bottle?
Quills bounced on the desk as Elizabeth fretted about trying to clean a shattered bottle of ink. Oh what was she thinking setting the ink onto the top of his desk like that!? She had rushed into the new bathroom as fast as she could to grab a towel, but now all she was managing to do was spread the ink stain on his beautiful tiled floor! What's worse—
The princess' ears wilted as she chewed her bottom lip, holding up the towel she used. Now I've ruined one of Sir Meliodas' soft, fluffy towels!
The blue towel was smudged everywhere with black ink. Some clever inventor really needed to come up with a solution of ink that wasn't so permanent. Sir Meliodas was going to kill her! The elf sat on the floor staring at the stain there with supreme feelings of dread, then to the towel, then back to the floor. She puffed out her cheeks in frustration and released it in a breeze that blew her bangs upward. Elizabeth had no idea how to clean up such a mess!
The Boar Hat moves. It is not safe to keep breakables on the top of anything. The Boar Hat moves, keep ink in the drawer... the bloody Boar Hat MOVES!
Elizabeth whimpered to herself as she set the soft, splotchy evidence of her guilt to the side and started picking up the tiny shards of glass that jumped about on the floor as Mama Pig continued her walk back to Camelot. Once she'd gathered all the pieces she could find, Elizabeth looked back up at the desk fortunate to be unmarked from where she sat, defeated, on the floor. At least it did not forsake her like the floor and towel—most certainly condemning Elizabeth to certain doom.
He'd been so sweet to clear out his desk for me too...
—everything hazes in pink as Elizabeth recalls Meliodas' kindness—
I stood in the bedroom at the foot of the bed, clutching a fist to my chest watching Sir Meliodas curiously humming away as he moved many things about his room.
"Umm, Sir Meliodas?"
He stopped in his tracks to look to me, holding what could possibly be a ledger he used for bookkeeping Boar Hat tallies. His green eyes sparkled with happiness... he looked so carefree and handsome watching me like that, "Yes, Elizabeth?"
"What, what are you doing?"
I could see the chuckle growing within him before his chest even rumbled, "You heard what Veronica said just like I did, so I figured you should have the desk here."
My ears always betrayed my emotions. Bothersome things raised with his kindness—before they twitched due to my awkwardness... "Oh! But Sir Meliodas! This is your desk! I wouldn't want to impede!"
"But I love it when you impede." Sir Meliodas' smile only grew as he walked back to the desk and set the ledger inside one of the drawers. "If it'll make ya feel better," he closed the drawer, never looking away from me, "we'll share it."
Why did it feel like he was talking about so much more than just the desk? I blinked at him leaning against the desk with a lazy posture and replied with a ridiculous, "Oh... alright."
His green eyes danced with merriment again as he gestured to the clothes I had strewn all over the bed, "I'm perfectly happy to crawl into a bed covered in Izzy clothes tonight, but weren't you putting those away?"
I blushed brightly and ignorantly turned around to look at the bed as though all my new clothes may have managed to walk away by their own volition. "Oh! Yes of course, Sir Meliodas!"
The smile we shared then was certainly the best part of the whole day.
—Elizabeth returns to her irksome present—
This ink stain needed to suffer an excruciating death, no, not death, complete annihilation from existence.
He'd even cleared out more of his closet for me.
Elizabeth began chewing her bottom lip again.
And all I do is make a horrible mess of his floor, and now his towel.
She was still staring at the stain, willing it to disappear from this life when she jumped at the sound of the voice she'd been most worried about.
"Now what did I tell you about mistreating that lip?"
"Eep!" She looked over her shoulder from where she sat to see the rascal of a knight standing in the doorway with his eyes dancing with something that could either be mirth or mischief.
How did he know I'd been doing that? My back was turned!
The princess quickly adjusted her seating so that he might not see the floor behind her, but an ear twitched with guilt. Her back was still to him and her long hair tickled her back, reminding her of his hands. "I um... I was only placing my stationary away, um... Sir Meliodas."
The blonde walked up behind her and bent over practically on top of her to inspect the mess she'd made. "Whatcha got there?"
Yet again, her large ears had failed her. Elizabeth hadn't heard him step toward her and turned to see the side of his face less than a hand span from hers and fell over ungracefully. She quickly popped back into a seated position further away with her legs tucked under her and started rambling on frantically.
"I'm sorry Sir Meliodas! I didn't mean for the ink to fall over, it's just that I'm not used to houses, um, moving and I was just... uh... Ahhh!" Elizabeth suddenly winced in pain, having gripped the hand she held shards of the broken bottle too tightly.
As quick as a flash, Meliodas was holding her hand, examining the damage. There were a few gashes in her hand, but nothing too terrible. He shook the glass from her palm into his and placed a handkerchief in her hand, tightening her fist around it. "It's not bad, just hold that there for a moment so it'll stop bleeding."
He rose to discard the broken bits as Elizabeth frowned. How is it that she always managed to make a fool of herself around this man? Did the Goddesses see it as some horrible twist of fate that a princess would not be able to compose herself properly in front of a demon? It was happening on such a regular basis now that she was truly beginning to think the powers that be were lining the stars against her.
Elizabeth tilted her head curiously when the knight turned back around, furrowing his brows slightly. She'd assumed he'd be looking at the mess she'd made; however, he wasn't looking at the stain at all. He was looking at her breasts with a smug, closed mouth smile.
The elf wriggled, feeling with the up most clarity how much skin she was showing, "Um... Sir Meliodas?"
His eyes flickered to hers and he walked right over the horrible ink smudge and squatted in front of her, cupping his chin thoughtfully. He was inspecting her bosom with quite the critical eye.
Elizabeth stared at him for what felt like forever, frozen under his obtrusive gaze. A blush slowly rose in her face the longer this went on. She even began to hold her breath.
…
It was actually surprising when he broke the silence, saying—and groping, "You've got black stuff all over you, Elizabeth."
"Unngh!" Was her only response, his hands were heating something deep within her. She pressed her eyes closed under the feel of such touches, red blossoming on those cheeks even more. Then a squeal burst from her mouth when she suddenly felt a breeze right in her ear, quickly turning to see nothing but the grabby demon's green eyes. They were so close that their noses brushed against each other. His hands were still massaging her chest in an all too entirely pleasing way—he must have blown in her ear! He couldn't possibly know what kind of effect he was having on her... could he? Oh Goddesses but he was so handsome!
Her eyes widened when he simply leaned into her other ear to whisper sensually with hot breath very easily felt on the shivering elf, "I can help you change back into something white if you like." He paused, "but I think you'd look pretty good in black too. How about we get you something black to sleep in tonight?"
Elizabeth could actually feel his lips brushing against her ear! Oh and his husky voice was echoing throughout her entire body... Those hands! Oh Goddesses why won't he stop? Why would he stop? Did she want him to stop?
Ack! Of course she wanted him to stop! With him doing this... she couldn't breath—it was suddenly far too hot in the room... and she felt dizzy!
"Ahhhh! Meliodaaas!"
The man paused in his actions and purred, that's right, purred. He leaned in more, sending them both to the ground, but his hands were on the floor to each side of her instead of groping; so that was better, right... right?
Right.
Except now he was staring down at her with the devil in his eyes. She couldn't know that it had pleased him greatly that she had said his name without the 'sir' prefix, not to mention the way she had said it... His eyes were a shade darker than they typically were and it made Elizabeth (naturally) assume that he was indeed, mad about the stain.
"Sir, Sir Meliodas! I'm so sorry!"
His ageless eyes grew a lighter shade again as they rounded out in the pretense of innocence right in front of her, "For what?"
Elizabeth felt like she might be having a mental breakdown. The way the floor moved to Mama Pig's steps must be making her... hmm, house sick? "The, the... ink spill!"
Meliodas sat up, still straddling her and poked her breast, looking at the ink smudged on her breasts with the same faultless expression, "Oh this? I don't mind. Gave me a great chance to look at them more closely." His eyes shifted to her with a sly grin and raised brow, "But you didn't have to mess up one'a your new tops to get my attention."
"At-t-t-ttenion? Umm... N-no, Sir Meliodas, the..." Elizabeth motioned to where the small bottle had tumbled to the ground. Perhaps it wasn't so bad that her willpower hadn't made the ink stain on the floor fade; what with her now using its presence to rescue her and all.
He looked over at the floor off to the side and hummed at the stain, folding his arms.
Elizabeth pressed her lips together, wriggling under him while he inspected the ruined part of the floor. Far too honest for her own good, she said, "And the towel I tried to clean it with... it's stained now as well..."
He closed his eyes and replied in a concerned tone, "Yup... looks like we may have to come up with some sort of punishment for ya..."
"Pun-pun, punishment...?"
An eye peeked down at her with a glimmer that couldn't possibly mean anything good. Meliodas then smiled and snapped his fingers, "I've got it! How about I tie you up tonight instead of the other way around?"
"Wha-wha-whaat?" How has this demon not killed her by now?! Her heart must have beat its final beat at least four times in the last few moments. It was just so hot in here!
The knight pondered for a bit longer, happy to indulge in the fantasy. "We'd have to figure out a way to sedate the pig, of course..."
Red was a nice color, right? It wouldn't be so bad to be forever the only red-skinned elf in the land. She'd just say it was... sunburn! Yes! That would work! Oh but she could not banish the mental image of Meliodas tying her to the bed—what would he do?!
He chuckled at her when he'd finally thought she'd had about as much as she could take, "Elizabeth, I'm not worried about the towel. I'd picked up those things for you because of the new bathroom, anyway." The Sin then granted her a handsome smile, "us guys don't care much for all that fluffy stuff." He grinned and gripped a handful of her breast again, "but squishy is another thing altogether."
"Ahhhh! Sir Meliodas!" She was pressing her legs together from a building ache she couldn't quite get a handle on and spouted out the only thing she could think of, "but what about your floor?!"
He brought the same hand that had just pleasured, er, tortured her to his lips, tapping them thoughtfully. "I've been thinking about getting a rug for a little while now. You know, it'll be a little warmer next time we find ourselves on the floor like this."
She was beginning to wish that ink had of fallen on her face. It cannot be good that the newest member of the Seven Deadly Sins was blushing like a mad woman, "Warm... mer?"
With a half smile and a triumphant fist falling into his other splayed hand, Meliodas said, "Yup!" Then Elizabeth yelped as the world suddenly spun for the smallest of instances and gulped when she found herself now hovering over the Dragon Sin on hands and knees. He smirked up at her with a curtain of silver locks buying them more privacy than he could have ever dreamed for, "though next time, I hope you're the one to get us goin..." His expression abruptly took a turn to serious as he ushered out one more word from his lips, "Izzy."
"Sir Meliodas..."
Her heart was beating a thousand times faster than what should have been possible. She was staring into the eyes of a beast and she felt herself completely overwhelmed. Would it be bad if she indulged in what she really wanted? In 400 years, she'd only had a fleeting crush on but one man and that had ended quickly. It was nothing like the burning desire she had at that moment, hovering over the very man who had sworn to protect her.
Warm hands slithered from her waist to her hips, and a smile grew on his lips when he felt her shiver. Her eyes grew a longing that he found enticing, at least he hoped it was longing. Meliodas wanted more than anything for her to make an advance, anything else would always have him wondering if he'd taken advantage of her in a moment of weakness—and that was not what he wanted.
He wanted her as his mate, and would work forever to make it so.
"My my," chuckled a musical voice at the door Meliodas cursed himself for not closing. Merlin stood there with a smile that knew what she could be interrupting, "getting a head start on a more forward approach to your Sin, are we?"
No matter how much he wanted to throttle Merlin for her intrusion, Meliodas had to admit that it was adorable how the princess' eyes widened, ears perked, and the blush that had begun to take on a lustful tint went right back up to an embarrassed glow. Elizabeth crawled off of him, to his dismay, and began rambling frantically about how she was just trying to get the ink cleaned up.
So the Sin captain smirked and leaned his hands under his head and replied, "And I was helpin her."
That small response silenced the elf and both she and the mage looked at him, laying on the floor with a smug grin on his face.
Eventually, Merlin stroked a hand through her hair with a humored shake of her head. "Hawk's mother is ready to make camp for the night. I would suggest that you come down to determine where she roosts."
With an arch of his back, Meliodas jumped up to his feet and gave Elizabeth a quick glance and a smile before he walked out with Merlin, "Alright. I hope we made it to a town with good ale, all those archers used up... " His voice faded from Elizabeth's hearing as he walked with the Boar Sin down the stairs.
Elizabeth took long deep breaths, watching the doorway from which he'd fled. She couldn't help but recall how he'd managed to make her want to grind against him so badly that morning in Camelot. Oh Goddesses but perhaps she should have stayed at home! This demon was going to be the end of her... Sir Meliodas had said he wanted her to get them... going?
If he meant what she thought he meant—she couldn't possibly!
^.~
"Calm yourself, sister. This will be over soon." Lips painted darker than the deepest black curled into a pleased smile.
"I can already sense the sword you so unjustly took from me moving about the world again. It is only a matter of time. You will see. The kingdoms vying for power, chasing the crown, hunting the Tay-daishar... it will all be meaningless once Excalibur is delivered to me. Then I will take what was always meant to be mine."
Those luscious lips lost some of their humor as the faint chime of a voice could be heard but not deciphered. "You underestimate the greed of man, dear sister. You will see. They are but puppets that I have played with while patiently biding my time."
A red tongue moistened the lips as the faint voice responded, a pitch higher with concern. The black lips responded with, "You mustn't worry. Once all is right with the world again, I shall take you home as well. After all, there will still be things I will need you to guard, though they will not be what they are now."
She would need a place to store the Tay-daishar, at least until she would have use of her again. Wouldn't want such a marvelous specimen to whither away as the ages go by...
^.~
It was nice to be doing something as mundane as walking about the village running errands with King. The fairy king had never seemed much like the Harlequin she knew when around the other Sins. Here though, procuring the ale delivery and shopping for spices and the like, he seemed to have that quiet calm that she'd known in Liones.
As they made their way to the vegetable vendor, the fairy watched her from the corner of his eye. They both still wore white. Baltra's demise was something he was sure neither of them would be forgetting soon. Could the drows have really let the snake loose to claim him while he slept? It just seemed so... cowardly. Carefully gauging her response, he asked, "So how are you, Elizabeth?"
She had been smiling lightly to herself, nodding politely to the people they'd pass. It was not everyday that such a tiny town had visitors such as a floating fairy and elfkin. With ears that perked up from his question, she looked to him hesitantly, "Me? Oh, I'm fine, Sir King, thank you."
King rested his hands behind his back and hovered just barely off the ground so he'd be eye level with her, "I was just curious as to your feelings on the whole, Siren Sin of Seduction thing." So soon after your father's murder, no less.
She had the graces to look embarrassed, "Oh... that, well, I'm not sure really. I'm a bit confused. I may be good with a bow and arrow, but I'm not a skilled knight like the rest of you."
That was not exactly where he'd thought her insecurities would lay, but he already knew how very odd women could be at times... "Merlin and I are not warriors either. I think you'll discover your place just fine."
Elizabeth let out a nervous laugh, "I hope so... I wouldn't want to disappoint Sir Meliodas, after all."
A soft smile grew on King's face, "I suppose you should start calling him Captain now, what with your new title."
"Oh!" The princess blushed, which made King chuckle lightheartedly, "you think I should?"
"As the Siren Sin, I would say so. I mean—" King was cut off by an explosion going off right in his face. Sneak attack? What? I— "Elizabeth!"
As quick as he could manage, he sent Chastiefol into its bear form to wrap its arms tightly around the princess before another three explosions erupted in the air right in front of them. King was blasted back into the Chastiefol bear as well, and he heard people all around them screaming and running away.
"Sir King!" Elizabeth's voice was muffled from behind his back, "what's happening?"
"Just hold on, Elizabeth..." King narrowed his eyes at the resulting smoke clouding his vision. It's as though the very air is igniting...
Both Grizzly and Siren Sin widened their eyes as the smoke dissipated to see the white clad drow elf that Gowther had captured in Liones standing before them with her rapier pointed right at them. She smiled at them with cheerful eyes, "If I have analyzed the situation correctly, and I usually do, I believe I may have the upper hand here."
"You!" King sat up, quickly pulling himself from the stuffed bear that gripped Elizabeth. "You're the one who led the attack on Liones!"
"That I am, little fairy, and I must find a way to regain the good graces of my prince so that our families can safely return home." She tilted her head at the way King was frowning at her, "and what better way to do that than to bring him the person he'd originally sent us to collect?"
With a raise of King's arm, the green bear vanished behind him, causing Elizabeth to, "Eep!" and tumble to the ground as his spear manifested, hovering just above his hand. He raised an eyebrow with no humor in his eyes and spoke calmly, "It is only a matter of time before others feel the power you so naively wrought and come checking on the princess' welfare." His eyes took on a bored glaze, "unfortunately for them, you will have already been dealt with."
Guila's smile curled just a little bit more, "Is that what you think, Sir Sin? That does not correspond to the calculations we have so carefully prepared for..."
King sent his spear for her at the same time he narrowed his eyes, muttering, "We?"
The Grizzly Sin of Sloth was forcing Guila into completely defensive maneuvers with nothing more than multiple flicks of his wrists. Elizabeth watched from where she'd fallen to the ground in awe. She had never seen the Fairy King actually fight before... if fighting was what it could be called. To take such an offensive stand against an opponent and not even break a sweat was mind-boggling!
Her previous abductor said 'we'. Elizabeth scanned the vacated market in search of another. She didn't see anyone...
"You think you can best me with only the swings of that tiny sword, Drow?" King sighed lazily, "the clock is ticking. Soon you will be too tired to dodge Chastiefol's blade."
Though the warrior was breathing hard and using everything she had to constantly swing her sword to deflect King's, her smile only grew. "Who says I'm going to need to?"
King's wrist froze as he lifted a brow and broadened his frown, "Hmm, that is a curious response. I suppose if you insist on responding to me so obscurely..." His hand splayed out all his fingers and suddenly there were so many blades floating in the sky that it blotted out the sun. "Then I shall have to end this much more quickly."
There was no hiding the fear that grew on Guila's face. Even Elizabeth felt a chill run up her at the sight. This was Harlequin's power? It seemed like overkill! This woman may have abducted her, even killed someone to get to her... and then led an attack on her kingdom—but it still didn't mean she wanted to watch her get speared through like this! There wouldn't even be anything left to bury... Elizabeth's breathing became ragged as the posture of her comrade never faltered as he lowered his wrist, consequently lowering every pointed spear at the enemy while doing so.
"Jericho! Do it now!" Elizabeth's eyes followed where Guila had screamed, and everything started to happen so quickly; she heard a loud explosion where Guila had been at the same moment Jericho walked out from around the corner of a stone building holding what looked to be two glass objects. One was in the shape of an orb, the other seemed to be nothing more than a bottle.
The blunette smiled triumphantly as she released the orb that turned out to be attached to a chain around her neck and uncorked the bottle. "Come inside little fairy!"
King raised his eyes and looked over his shoulder at her, An entrapment artifact?
"No!" There was nothing he could do, for he could already feel himself being sucked into the bottle. The only solace he had was being able to pull Chastifol back to him before the bottle was corked by a smug Jericho who lifted it to her face to peer at the fairy beating against the glass yelling something no one could hear.
Elizabeth covered her mouth in terror. King was... in the bottle? Her ear twitched as she saw the black haired woman calmly approach her. The princess quickly drew an arrow and pointed it with deadly accuracy, "Give him back!"
"My dear little princess," her words seemed to drip with flattery she did not mean. Perhaps even now, she did not wish to speak words of insult after Meliodas' words to her the last time they'd met. "It is adorable how you think you can protect yourself from being taken... let alone your friend there."
Instead of coming at her, Guila held up her hand and caught the King-filled bottle Jericho threw to her. Then it was the other swords woman who rushed her. An incredibly feminine yelp was heard when Elizabeth managed to time a round kick just right to send Jericho into the ground. The princess' eyes were wide as she watched the drow slowly pull herself from the ground, wiping her mouth.
I did that! She came at me faster than I could even see, but still I managed to...
"You bitch!" Jericho growled at her, flashing about her even faster this time, binding Elizabeth's hands behind her back with blinding speed.
"Ahh!" Elizabeth whimpered at how tight the shackles were that the other elf had locked her wrists in. They must have been made for a child!
...or perhaps a fairy.
In her defiance, Elizabeth tried to slam her head back into Jericho's face, but the warrior just tugged the chains down, forcing the princess' legs to collapse only to kick her squarely in the face, just as Elizabeth had done her.
Jericho looked to Guila with a frown as the orb she had around her neck began to chime. "We are almost out of time!"
"Very well. We must go before they can sense our presence!"
Both drow elves nodded to each other and Jericho hiked the now unconscious princess over her shoulder as Guila lifted the small bottle complete with fairy so that he could see her cheerful smile again. "You were right, dear Harlequin. It was only a matter of time... unfortunately for the two of you, time stood still with the help of one of our little toys. Honestly, you didn't think we wouldn't have come prepared, now did you?"
King continued to beat on the glass from where he was trapped inside the bottle.
I've got to get out of here!
You didn't think the trip back to Camelot would be PEACEFUL now did you?
Silly rabbit!
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