Our First Fall

by JacklynnFrost

They were born enemies, their clans have warred for generations, but their attraction draws them together in spite of the dangers. This is how Goddess Elizabeth and the Demon Prince Meliodas meet in the midst of battle and how they fall in love against all odds. Slice of Life. Fluffy Smut. True Love. Set 3,000 years ago. Art By BettyBest2

38. A Ribbon

Our First Fall

A Meliodas and Elizabeth story
BellaCreatura beta'd this chapter and a special shout out to Sinfulfics for being very kind. Thank you both!

Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Ribbon

Two days later, having slept at the church, we set off on our own. The goddesses stayed behind as outside refugees had come from two other neighboring towns and this one became a safe haven for them. The goddess fighters remained to fortify the city and to defend it now that it had grown. Meliodas suggested an evacuation plan. It was what we'd been sent to do and had been too late for, and Lion agreed.

He thanked Meliodas, telling us to have a good trip back to base, and wished us good luck with the Mael situation.

I flushed, realizing I was intended for two people at the moment. I told Mael right away no, but word had spread so fast and I didn't know how. Mael wouldn't do this, he'd been against the union too. We said our goodbyes and headed back the way we came with the few things we had brought to begin with. Meliodas had his sword, bedrolls, and bag while I only had my pack. Still, we took to the sky for a while, not rushing.

"Do you think we are doing the right thing?" I asked and Meliodas didn't answer for a long while.

"There is no right and wrong in war, Elizabeth." He proclaimed slowly, resigned to be the bearer of bad news.

I thought about it, "Yeah..." I confessed, thinking at the end of the day, people didn't think about that, they just wanted to be alive. Revenge and murder, a cycle that didn't stop when our people were this far in. Neither were right, neither were wrong, and in the heat of battle where it's your life or theirs, killing didn't feel the same as killing in another situation. We flew for a few more hours, the sun on its way down.

Our clans wouldn't stop, would they?

We were running out of time. Unless we did something drastic. Perhaps we could appeal to our parents? They had to care about us to some degree.

I ran the idea by Meliodas. "If anyone could appeal to them, it would be you." He relented, "It might be our clans' best bet..."

"If we are bound by then," I smiled over at him, "we could lead our people into a union with ours." He grinned back but his eyes were open wide and I couldn't find any hope there.

Our next two weeks repeated. We would return to The Light of Grace, we would speak with Gloxinia and Drole if either were there when we were. Sometimes spending time as friends, other times we would be sent off to accomplish another military goal. Usually, it seemed to be easier things, like another town to defend.

Meliodas tried to tell Ludociel the demons were amassing power. The theory that it was an attempt for them to restore the balance now that he shifted sides, was solid. I feared he shouldered so much of the blame but it was me too. "I am here to share this suffering with you." It had been pillow talk, as Meliodas had termed, and he told me he would, as long as I promised the same. "I don't regret choosing you Elizabeth, I never will."

I theorized Ludociel kept us away for a reason. "Not just to keep me as the face of these fights, taking out the demons and protecting our allies is the most I want us to be doing, but he must be planning something..." Meliodas figured it was punishment for me taking him on as a knight but I kept thinking about that statue Mael had commissioned from Dabuzu.

Ludociel seemed all the more upset after he was forced to make Meliodas my knight. He resented witnessing his pledge to me as Meliodas had recited his knight's creed with his own twist. I could still hear his words, remember how open his eyes looked and how steady his voice was as he made his promises...

"I vow to service you, Lady Elizabeth, your body is in my hands," he had paused for sexual effect and I had burned red, "to protect, even at the cost of my own life. I give my sword to sheath wherever you want it. To honor your desires without complaint, no matter how insistent your need, nor how often you require my body." I had covered my mouth in shock, but in the end, he took it seriously. "I vow to always fight at your side, no matter the cost, no matter the odds."

Ludociel had all but stormed out of the ceremony room. Mael though, after, as he had been at The Light of Grace at the time, said he was grateful I finally took a knight with enough strength to actually protect me. He'd been somber, pained, but he let me go. He asked for a few words with Meliodas and the two had, 'gone for a walk'. When Meliodas had returned, he looked relieved and... sappy, but told me, "It's between us men."

Through our time, we hadn't gone any further than using our mouths and my flower was steadily changing. The bloom now had pricks of pink in its purple-black core. I carried it with me, always. Even in our skirmishes. Grayroads demon children have yet to be reverted back to human or saved. The change from her seeds was too full a transformation. It seemed as if the human's death was inevitable but I couldn't help but try. A few demons had been spared, their will to fight no match for my empathetic plea and Meliodas was always a little extra affectionate those days but he told me they would fight again as their clan would send them back out. But I had told him, "Another day is sometimes all anyone has."

Meliodas brought his blade down to any enemy in our path.

Most days, he seemed nonchalant about it, but I could tell sometimes after it had settled, that he was bothered. On those nights, we practiced speaking to a person's heart, a skill he was picking up fast. He said it would do wonders when a demon failed to contain their darker half. We were on our way back from a stint at the border, defending a line on a map, of all things, but no one had come. Either our information was bad or Ludociel had sent us on a goose chase. We sent our 'volunteers' home, doing one last walk along the border before going back ourselves. I was grateful we got to be together but our time alone consisted of our nights at The Light of Grace and when we could send our troops without us for a day or so.

We were flying together, in the clouds as best we could as it was overcast and I dipped around, enjoying the flight. "I don't know how people live without this, without wings." I elaborated for him, "Flying is one of my greatest joys. Second only to being with you." I smirked, looking over to catch his soft smile. His hair was wet, clinging to his skull from the moisture so high in the atmosphere. My clothes stuck to my flesh but I didn't mind because of how he looked at me. If he kept it up, we'd be setting up camp much sooner so I could touch him again.

With others around so often, when we were alone it was a frenzy of sensations, a true pawing at one another. The urge to touch him, to be skin to skin was a constant gnawing, like a hunger that couldn't be satisfied. I wanted to couple with him, to make love to him, but he knew this and we haven't yet. He hadn't asked about the binding again and I hadn't about the flower. Were we both waiting for the other to make the first move?

Feeling playful, I twirled around Meliodas, and in front of him, I dived. He groaned, grabbing at me through the clouds. Fear shivered through me as I realized where we were. With his next grab, I eased to him, wanting to be closer, remembering being captured here and my wings being torn from my flesh. I knew the attackers were gone, dead, that with Meliodas nothing would touch me but my feelings didn't listen to logic. I rested my hand on his forearm, his broadsword between us, gripped in his hand.

"What is it?" Meliodas asked, alert, and I shook myself. The joints where my wings were ached as if they remembered too.

"Nothing," I quipped to him, easing as I took comfort from his nearness. I didn't want to remind him. "We're going to stay at Heaven's theater?" I asked, my voice a whisper, unconsciously responding to my surroundings.

"Yeah, it's where it all started." He trailed off, looking nervous and I watched, expecting him to continue. When he didn't, I grew nervous myself, his feelings catching into me.

"I longed for you back then. Minutes apart felt like days." I admitted and I watched his head tilt up and down in silent agreement.

"No matter what I was doing, you were always on my mind. Wondering what face you were making, what you were doing or how you would react to something happening around me." Meliodas' darkness reached out to touch my wing, shifting closer at his confession.

"I long for you still," I told him with a little smirk, staring at the side of his face until he met my eyes and they melted in a delicious way. He twisted, bringing our hands up and through his wet pants I could see the outline of his hardness. Meliodas knew what I was looking at and he chuckled before explaining.

"You're soaked through, my body is fine-tuned to yours and your fate was sealed when you dived." He groaned. "There is something we are overdue for and I don't want to wait any longer." His expression softened, shifting back to fly straight, "No more longing."

My tummy turned, my heart pounded and I had to look away, flushed with anticipation and anxiety. Through the clouds, I could see the first tower of the old theater, the large goddess statue sitting on top of it. With the way the mist moved around it, the round topless rotunda stage looked inviting in its privacy.

We arrived, wet with dew and he dropped our bedrolls, his bag and his sword in one heave. I tossed my bag to join the pile, looking around. The sack Merlin had packed for me was still here, soaked from the wet clouds and squished flatter. The gold demon coins in the shape of a heart on the first row were still present too.

"Huh, that's new." He pointed to the crater my body made among the seats. I flushed hot as he went over to the coins and then the bag. I watched as his fingers brushed over the coins and slowly he turned to smile at me over his shoulder. "Do you know what Estarossa means, Elizabeth? It's of an ancient language."

The subject change had me reeling to catch up. "No," I whispered, saddened as my pups fuzzy rimmed eyes flashed in my mind.

"It means love." He spoke concisely, slowly. He'd named our lost dog love? When the treaty was still being done... Did that mean all this time he'd- "This symbol you've made here, the heart, it means love." Slowly, I eased into my feelings, something clicking into place, the last gear in my body slid in with the rest of me seamlessly.

"All this love," I whispered, the breeze cold against my wet clothes but I felt so warm. From my toes to my hairline something spread in me that both left me feeling vulnerable and soothed. I was full, my eyes filled with unshed tears as I watched him, my emotions too much to hold in. My heart raced, leaping for him, us. "Meliodas, I..." I squeaked, mouth opening and the tears fell, taking a step to him as even the few feet keeping us apart were too much.

"Bind with me, Elizabeth." Meliodas closed the distance, hand out, drawn to me as I was him. "Is this something you want with me? I know goddesses come and go in a coupling but this one... I won't let you go, it will be forever."

I took his hand, our fingers entwining as the tips of our fingers rest on the other's knuckles. Our thumbs rubbed ever so slowly before clasping. His eyes swirled with vulnerability, open like bay windows in the summer. I sank into them, awash in his adoration shining there. How lucky, that the person I love, the one I couldn't -no wouldn't- live without, loved me too.

"Yes." With tears falling, I sighed, content. I was happy. With the world ablaze in war, I found my heart soaring, seemingly above it all. "I've been yours. I'll always be yours and I want you to be mine."

"Okay." He whispered, staring into me before he pulled me along, to our pile of things. "Part of the ritual is to be undressed by the other. It's also supposed to be witnessed but I doubt you'd want to be exposed or watched for this even outside of our special circumstances." He shrugged, grinning with all his teeth shining as he fumbled with the turquoise ribbon from the hilt of his weapon, grimy from battle and wet from the mist. "Being naked symbolizes our openness with one another, going forward."

I nodded, releasing his hand so he could pull at the ribbon using both, it had knotted with the other blue one and he turned his focus to his task. I kneeled behind him, resting my chin to his shoulder and tucking my arms under his to feel his wet chest humming. After feeling it so often it was a comfort. "Can I help with this?" I whispered, holding him tighter and he shook his head no, pulling the ribbon free and it spun in the wind, dangling. He grabbed a bedroll, and touched my arm at his chest, leaning his head back to feel my cheek with his and I shivered from the tender contact.

We stood and he pulled me along to the center of the stage. He released me to lay out the mat. In the center, he spun the ribbon into a spiral, he turned to me, looking me over. "You've brought color to my world, Elizabeth. All the dark corners of me are bright with you." I flushed, stepping to him. We were positioned face to face, toe tips touching beside the mat.

"I'll undress you, then you'll undress me... after we'll kneel on the mat to tie our hands together. I'll say the vow. If you want you can vow it to me but only if you are certain."

"And, you'll eat my flower?" I asked, fumbling to push my scarf aside, plucking it from my cleavage.

"Yeah..." His voice was thick, hoarse. "If you're sure." I smiled, bending to place the bloom in the center of the spiral he made with the ribbon.

"We're... to make love while tied?" I asked to be clear and he smiled, shy, nodding as his face pinkened. "My heart's racing," I took his hand, pulling it to my chest, "Feel." His other hand joined the one I pressed to my chest, to tug at the knot of my scarf. He'd undressed me before, eager and frantic, sexually, but this time... it was slow, tender.

My dress peeled from my body, sticking from the dew dampening the fabric. He took his time, his skin to mine with soft caresses and his expression stayed steady as he marveled. "I didn't know emotions could go this deep, that I could feel so much." He told me. "It's like.. I had only lived life through a dream, everything filtered through the haze and then I met you and I awoke." Tears fell and his hands left my hips to swipe his thumbs over my cheeks. He brought the drops to his lips and his pink tongue lapped up the wetness.

He resumed undressing me. He was careful of my wings as I tucked them, and he brushed over the feathers there as if memorizing each little plume. This reminded me of when he'd started undressing me in his rooms except instead of lust he's spreading with his touch, it's love. A transfer from his skin to mine. I was growing aroused but it was a simmer in the background as his emotions were front and center.

Did his feelings really run as deep as mine? Could they?

When he tossed my wet dress over his shoulder and it slapped on the stone tile I giggled, looking down as he felt along the elastic of my pants, the band of my underwear showing on my right hip by a few centimeters. I wished I had known this was going to happen as I would have worn cuter panties. "My greatest wish in life is to live and die at your side." He confessed to me and I reached for him, my hands in his hair as he tugged at my waistband, leaning towards my core.

"My greatest fear is to live in a world without you," I professed to him in a whispered confession. "I won't." I gripped at his locks as he looked up, eyes stark with fresh emotions. My tears dripped and with him kneeling below me they smack on his cheek. He doesn't react. "I refuse, our souls are supposed to be together," I whispered. Slowly, his face made contact with my tummy as his fingers felt down my legs. I held him there, stepping my feet one at a time out of my panties.

I was naked before him.

I loosened my grip when he sat back on his heels, eyes a glowing fire. I offered my hand and he took it. When he's standing I pushed his hair back, leaning to put my lips to his forehead, "I bless you, Meliodas." I whispered, healing him just to feel my magic course through him, to warm him from the chill. "With everything I am, I give it to you." I sealed it with another kiss there, feeling from his scalp down to his collar, pulling away to undress him.

His eyes were closed, face to the sky and I want him to look like this always. Serene. I found the first button on his shirt. I couldn't help but place another kiss on his parted lips, so soft it was the barest of touches. He smiled, opening his eyes half-lidded, liquid love shining in him and I wanted him to feel it, to know it from me.

I handled him with care, leaving barely-there kisses as I bent, tugged and undid his clothing. He stepped out of his shoes and pants. Even on his feet, I kissed, feeling his hard calf muscles under my fingers. "Do you feel it?" I asked, looking over his naked body, sitting back on my heels. He was semi-hardened as he contently sighed.

"Yeah..." he exhaled as he spoke, "I do." He smiled down to me, offering his hand to help me stand. With steadiness, he guided me to step onto the mat, me on one side of the flower and ribbon, him on the other. When he started to kneel, I followed, careful not to disturb the arrangement but reluctant to separate from him. My wings quivered and I flushed, embarrassed at their reaction, my nerves flaring too intensely.

With an apologetic smile, I sat on my heels to match him. We meet gazes as we stared, naked and not touching. Looking into him had always been intimate but with the raw feelings coursing through us it felt like more, like a connection being formed. Was this part of the binding? I didn't want to disturb us, tears leaked so slowly, escaping to relieve the saturation of feelings building inside of me. I swiped them away, breathing out a long sigh from my tightening throat.

His left hand came up, over the space between us, palm up. I placed mine in his to clasp and he lifted the blue ribbon. With gentle movements he wrapped it around my wrist, over the back of my hand and took a shaky breath, letting it dangle off my knuckles. The ribbon hadn't touched his wrist. I was to do that part.

"I vow..." He started, holding his gaze steady and his voice hoarse with emotion. "As I take your hand, you shall not walk alone, my heart is your shelter and my arms your home." His nose flared, his eyes darkening. Tendrils moved from his fingers under the ribbon and over my skin, velvet and smooth across my arm.

He looked so expectant, hopeful and I stared, absorbing the impact his words have. With my free hand shaking, I took the ribbon, looping it over his hand and around his wrist. I tucked it into itself so it stayed in place as he had done. His darkness branched out, touching across my breasts, over my neck, down my back, and in a rush, his magic was exploring all over me. The demon mark curled above his eye, but both stayed a liquid green.

"I vow, as I take your hand, you shall never walk alone, my heart is your shelter and my arms your home," I promised, steady with my conviction. He didn't breathe, lips parted and I hoped he was seeing that same something in me. I reached down, cupping my flower and in my free palm, I held it between us. "Meliodas, I offer you the manifestation of my innocence, to take it into your body, as I take you into mine." I flushed, nervous with my offering and about what's to come.

His hand shook as he took it from me. I was expecting an instant orgasm like the last time, but as his skin brushed the petals, cupping it from me, I felt so full I knew I would burst, but not with pleasure. I gasped, gripping his hand tied to mine and I fought to keep eye contact. My chest tightened as if from the inside something soft was clawing to get out and my throat couldn't accommodate the size of it. So warm, too good, and it hurt in the best way.

In a single sweep, he tucked the bloom in his mouth, pressing the core with his finger to fit it inside his maw. The feelings flow through me, a conduit directing his feelings into me. My heart raced, my lungs seized up and I was so overcome with affection I didn't know how I endured it. My toes spread as if to make more room, yet that space I made filled too. Tears leaked faster, not to escape but to relieve the pressure. "Oh," I whispered, knowing I had more to say for this part and having a hard time enduring the sensations. "May... my love shield you... protect you... sustain you..." I fought to look into him, feeling my love bleed out as he swallowed without chewing. "An everlasting link..."

My body bowed, the rush of raw feelings ebbed, a wave retreating back into its depths and Meliodas copied me, pressing his forehead to mine and helping me stay upright with him as my support. We breathed one another's air, me panting and his steady. When my lungs filled and my tears stilled, Meliodas spoke softly, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I whispered, "you?"

"I have never been better than this moment." Through my lashes I looked to him, he's already looking at me under his brows. "We are two parts of one... and Elizabeth, you are the best part of me." A gasping, relieved 'huh' escaped me, and I smiled, breathing him in to commit his smell to memory, closing my eyes to feel it. The safe, warm, kind nostalgia. I soaked in the words he spoke to me, truly feeling as if his arms were my home and wanting him to take shelter in my heart.

"I want to remember this." I whispered, "this is the moment I want to relive on my last breath." His free hand cupped the back of my head, fingers in my hair. It seemed like he was trying to steady his own breathing. His tendrils spasm in chaos over so many parts of me, touching my core and I gasped, another two cross my chest to smooth over my hard nipples. With his tendrils, so much like velvet licks, my desires were turning into need.

"Your flower tasted like you, the aftertaste of your kisses, the silk of your skin and your sweet cream in one." I warmed, pleased. "Elizabeth, I'll do right by you." He promised, dipping forward to kiss me. Heavy, fast and desperate he claimed my mouth. I was slow to respond, feeling it before giving him my all too, my free hand to his chest as I slid my knees forward until they met his.

His fingers trailed down my neck, between the swells of my breasts and under my ribs to hold me there. His tendrils felt like soft touches and I confused the two for a moment, his touch all over me until he gripped. He was warm, I arched into him as best I could without breaking our kiss. Our tied hands relaxed at our side, my knuckles pointed down as our torsos connected with a rush of adrenaline.

I gasped, parting from his mouth slightly. "Elizabeth." He hushed, his hand roamed down my back to rest at the swell of my behind. His tendrils played at my core and I shivered. "For your first time... it might hurt, I want you to take the lead, you will know what feels good to you." He opened his eyes, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to hurt you and I'm afraid if I do the moving, I might."

"Okay", I relented softly, "I just, uh, I don't know what to do." Nerves bubbled in my belly.

"There isn't a way to mess up, not with me." His hand down my backside tugged at my thigh and with a firmer grip, he picked me up. Leaning me back and on our descent, his hardness ran along my wet slit with a wonderful shock of tingles up my spine. "Oh..." I gasped out and he shuddered, panting as he leaned over me. The hand-tied to mine gripped me tighter.

"I... need to get you to the edge... then we'll trade places... Go at your pace." He spoke but it wasn't directed at me, it was a mantra he was saying to himself with his eyes pinched closed in concentration. His tendrils flicked at my core and I gasped, arching up and meeting his hardness with a tentative touch. He stilled and I relaxed back, my free hand reaching up to touch his face.

"To the edge." He whispered, opening his dark green eyes to smile deviously and he moved down my body, his free hand exploring my breasts, his tongue licking at a peak. I felt at his hair, gripping as his fingers weaved into mine.

"I want to touch you," I confessed to him, wanting his hardness closer. Already yearning for him to be against my mouth or at my core again.

"Mmmm... we have the rest of our lives to do anything you can imagine..." He answered, but he shifted, his hardness to graze against my thigh as he moved lower. The tendrils around me parted to make way for him and he nipped at my hip with his teeth. "My demon... wants a part of you..." He admitted, chest rumbling.

"All the parts of you can have all the parts of me." My voice was wispy as his face hovered at my core, our tied hands stretched, my free palm falling to my tummy and I spread myself to him as an offering. His tendrils surged, either from my words or my actions, maybe both, but they were everywhere lapping at my flesh, as he started lapping at my clit.

He moved with them, playing with my body and knowing it so well. His hot breath, his firm tongue strokes all drove me wild. In a matter of minutes I was panting his name, writhing under him and just as the white-hot orgasm was within reach he stopped. He sat up, looking over me, eyes melted green as he laid on top of me. The feel of his weight on me spurred me closer, gasping as I rubbed against him.

Carefully, he wedged against me, my pulsing core aching for him as he wrapped his arm under my waist and I did the same around his neck to hold him close. In a twist, I was over him, his back on the mat. My knees tapped on either side of his hips and I flushed, tucking my head into the side of his face, feeling him hard against me.

My hands, one with his tied under it, moved to either side of his head to push myself up and I stared down, my silver strands fanned around us. "Every time I see you, my heart fills with this warm longing... It goes without saying but, I love you Meliodas." His demon mark faded, his eyes cleared and the tendrils shrank back into him and he smiled, one that reminded me of his sleepy smile in the mornings.

"Say it again." He demanded, gentle and eager.

"I love you," I told him, laughing as I bent forward to place a soft kiss to his tilted lips. "You are everything to me." When I leaned back, I looked down at our touching naughty bits, adjusting my knees to separate him from my wet core. He slid, springing up with my movement and I tentatively peered up, suddenly intimidated. "Meliodas..." I groused, weary all of sudden.

"Hm?" He sounded so content, his free hand came up to grip my wrist by his head.

"Are you sure you'll fit?" I worried shakily, flushing from my silliness and unsurity. He'd had two fingers in before but those weren't as hard or unyielding as his firm shaft, not to mention the size difference between the two. He hissed a breath and I gazed at him.

"Yeah," He hushed, his lips didn't touch, staying parted from his answer. I trusted him. Nodding as I pushed myself up, balancing with our tied hands as I raised my hips up, the tip of him touching me at my entrance. I'd need to wiggle or adjust him if I wanted to join us. My core clutched at nothing and I took a steadying breath, my desire and nerves warring with one another. I was certain of Meliodas. I would want him for the rest of my life. I knew the nerves came from the flower, a fear of something strange happening from its magic, along with my inexperience.

With a shaking hand I grasped his member, he's hard under my palm and I felt up his shaft, my need increasing as I had been so close to my release. He strained his muscles, the ones at his torso growing taut. With a shift, I run his head up my slit to press to my clit and I gasped out, arching with my breasts on display as they come forward. "Oh." I could orgasm from this alone. My core gripped and I shivered, growing so hot I feared I'd explode if I didn't do... something. Do... this.

Lining him up, I took a deep breath, looking him in the eye as I pressed down. He leaned up to look at us joining and I curled forward, our foreheads meeting to watch in sync. I prodded, moving him into me. I stretched, not painfully but a little uncomfortable. His head went a few centimeters deeper and I stopped, shaking too badly to continue.

"You're so hot, it's like a silky, wet, forge." He murmured. His untied hand grabbed my wrist at his side and slid it up my arm, to cup at my elbow. I rose up, lowering myself a little further and my juices made the entrance slippery. The waves of my impending orgasm ebbed, receding from my shore, but I didn't mind.

"We're one," I whispered, feeling bold from his crude confession. An impulsive thought invaded, 'just get it over with' and I listened to it. I sat, in a smooth motion that ended in a strangling gasp from the both of us, our breaths mingled as he's fully inside me. The pinch of pain, like a needle pricking inside my core, surprised me. "Oh." I groused as I gripped at the hand tied to mine with alarm, freezing in place. A strange throbbing came from my core, stretching with the intrusion, uncomfortable and I was afraid to move.

"Fuuuck." Meliodas murmured, moving his hand from my elbow to my head, weaving his fingers into my hair. "Are you okay?" He asked, panting and straining as if he were in pain too. I nodded, biting my lip but unable to look away from my core flush with his. We were one.

"I'm... gonna heal it," I warned him, using my free hand to touch my lower abdomen and a white glow emitted, knitting the sore spots from me. Meliodas groaned, low and deep, as if in the throws of his release. I peered to him, but his eyelids were almost closed, flickering so only a sliver of his green eyes shone. With a little shake, I stopped, and his groans ceased too. Flushing, he focused on me with a satisfied smile. Did he think of my healing as sexual? The grin that spread across his face, all his teeth showing, compelled my own smile.

Now... to get used to his size. To brave moving.

I twisted my hips, shifting my weight from one side to the other just to experiment. Something twinged, not painfully but excitingly and I looked down again in surprise. Instinct told me to glide him in and out and I lifted my hips. He strained as I rose up slowly. He was slick with my cream but there was a tiny bit of my blood. "Meliodas..." I whispered, embarrassed. "I uh..." Should I clean it up?

"That's okay." He panted, struggling with something, "It means you've torn," he panted softly, "rather than stretched your hymen." I flushed, looking back up to him and whatever he struggled with ceased, he laid back, his head no longer angled to watch our hips. "My sweet girl wanted all of me, all at once." His free hand, not tied and trapped under my own, dropped to rest his elbow beside my knee, fingers up and tickling my long hair behind my back. "Explore." He whispered, tensing again when I pressed down on him and I shook.

"I've not... I'm so full," I whispered, feeling the desires rise up again, a wave not at my shores as it had been, but inside me. Reaching so far into my core that new parts of me came alive. "I feel you stretching me," I confessed, and I started a slow rhythm, meeting his eyes as it seemed to help him relax. "Are you okay?" I hushed, wondering if this hurt him? His expression was something similar to his injured expression and I slowed. His teeth were gritted, his lips grimaced back when I stopped.

"I just... need to... thrust into your hot little core and I... don't want to hurt you." He stammered out, I tucked my wings, laid forward so my breasts were at his collar bones but I made sure we could still meet eyes, us together.

"Show me," I demanded gently, his free hand came to my waist for a squeeze. "I'm healed up. Teach me how you always have." He blinked, his face easing. "Take me." I requested, flushing and in a blink, we were flipped again, my back to the mat and with the first slow rotation of his hips, he worked a gasp from me. I'm instantly arching, my spine stretched to meet our cores. "Oh!" That's how it should feel. My fumbling hadn't been near as good. It felt like he was stirring my insides. His weight was on me, his torso to my tummy and he shifted down, his head over my chest.

"Look at me." And I eased my head down to the mat, fighting my spine. He stared in apparent awe, raw. "I love you. All I can do is love you, in everything and every moment... It's you." My eyes filled and spilled forth and I nodded, smiling before he leaned forward, pulling our tied hands to his mouth and he kissed the back of my hand. "I will love you, as long as there is breath in my body, blood in my veins... I vow to you, Elizabeth, it's you and me 'til the end."

"Yes please..." I agreed, reaching up to him and touching his cheek with all the tenderness I could muster. Then his free hand trailed to my hip, gripping me as he shifted his knees under my thighs and my ass left the mat. He held me in place and I shuddered as his hardness shifted inside of me.

He pulled back, his muscles rippled as he plunged into me and I couldn't look, my body stretching, my wings spreading out across the stone floor on either side. "Oh, yes." Why did he stop? "Again," I demanded, and he abided, groaning as he worked my body with his and I couldn't seem to close my mouth, low moans that matched his rhythm escaped in the same bursts as his thrusts.

It was getting hotter and I dug my heels in, meeting him, and the sensations doubled down. I reached up, my wings moving me off the mat without me meaning to, and I wrapped Meliodas up with my free hand, the tied one on my thigh. He held me, his knees the only thing on the mat as I kissed at his face, raining appreciation on him, from forehead to chin as we met our frenzied movements at our cores.

"This is heaven." Meliodas groaned. His hand cupping at my behind as I used my wings, and legs at the back of him, to grind and move, growing wetter. I was gushing, panting and heading right into the pleasure I could feel closing in on me. He surged within me, so strong as he pulled me to him, muscles working toward one goal. He strained, face to the sky and I continued my affectionate, open-mouthed kisses across his cheeks and against his tense mouth. "I'll outlast you." He hushed, low and strained, "I want you to... cum... first..."

It's coming, the intensity of it made me shake in anticipation and I gripped him tight as I was dragged under and nothing but him existed in the world as I quaked with my pleasure. "Meliodas!" I yelled to the open skies, wings spreading wide and all I could do was ride the wave as I drowned.

"I can feel you. Your hot little pussy is gripping at me." He groaned, low. "You'll have it from me!" With the easing of my orgasm, I felt his hot lashings inside me, paired with his deep guttural moan threw me into a new feeling of rushing tingles. I shook, moving lazily to prolong our pleasure. We slowed, stopping while holding onto one another.

"I think I just survived seven simultaneous heart attacks," Meliodas muttered, my mouth was pressed just above his ear and I drew away, in awe of him as I stared. He'd shown me another thing my body could do. We'd made love. "I adore when you look at me like that." He whispered, voice returning to normal. "Like I hung the moon for you."

I kissed him, soft and I let my legs wrapped around him fall, but he held my butt firm, holding us together so our cores didn't separate. At some point, my wings had cocooned him and I fluttered them back to uncover us. With a little maneuvering, he laid us down, on our sides on the mat and he pulled himself from me. I shivered, cuddling closer. "I want to do that again," I proclaimed to him, earnestly meeting his eyes.

"As often as possible." He agreed and I laughed, our hands still tied by our hips. "In a few minutes, I just want to hold you." And he did, tucking me closer and I felt so connected to this man. Then he opened his mouth and the moment passed. "I'll show you over and over, how nice it is between us." Oh, he'll never forget that, will he?

"It is nice though," I whispered honestly and he laughed.