Diane had run for a time, needing a release from the emotions swirling with her. She was hurt, angry and, truth be told, a little jealous.
She didn't blame Elizabeth, although she was a little shocked, but the Captain had been groping the princess since he'd met her and Elizabeth had never stopped him. She was upset that Elizabeth had never told her. From how comfortable the two had appeared with each other, Diane surmised this had been going on for a while.
Even though she was working and knew she shouldn't, Diane raised her mug once again to her lips. She wasn't sure why she was drinking. Either it was to raise the courage to confront the lovers, or it was to dull the pain of seeing the Captain with someone other than her.
Meliodas was seething on the inside. He could see Elizabeth serving the tavern's patrons. She was in her element now after working as a barmaid for so long. Smiling sweetly as she set tankards on tables, laughing merrily at the jokes, oblivious as customers sneaked glances up her skirt or at her chest as she leant over to wipe up spills and clear tableware. A few men, not knowing who she was, chanced their luck with a hand on her arm, a charming grin and a flirtatious pick up line.
How dare they talk to her like that? How dare they touch her like that? Didn't they know they could never have her? She was his! He knew everything about her. Every expression, every emotion, her laughter, her tears, the sounds she made while dreaming, the way she called out his name, how she lit up when she was with her friends, her floral scent that turned to musk when she was aroused, her taste... Oh how he savoured her taste. From the lips of her mouth to the lips of... Meliodas mentally shook himself. This is no time to get carried away. The tavern was full. He had work to do.
The evening was over. Ban, King and Diane lay in drunken stupors, Hawk was in a food coma and Gowther was obliviously cleaning up. Merlin was doing her own thing as usual.
Meliodas grabbed Elizabeth's hand. She turned, startled. "Oh Sir Meliodas. Can I help you?"
The demon tugged on her hand. "You're coming with me." It was almost a growl. His eyes were dark and his expression serious.
"Of course!" The princess allowed herself to be pulled up the stairs and into the room she shared with the blond man.
After shutting the door with a bang, Meliodas spun the silver haired woman and pushed her back against the door. One hand holding her wrist tightly, the other wound itself in her hair at the back of her neck pulling her down until he could possess her lips. He groaned against her mouth.
"You are mine Elizabeth! Body and soul."
"Yours, body and soul," agreed Elizabeth breathlessly.
Meliodas grabbed his woman around the waist and, with a growl, threw her onto their bed. He climbed on top of her, his body framing hers.
He looked searchingly into her eyes. "Do you trust me?" His breath shallow with need.
Her breathing had also quickened. "Completely". Her reply was simple but everything he wanted to hear.
Reaching to the side of the bed, Meliodas pulled on a strip of fabric. He showed it to Elizabeth and she nodded. He deftly bound her eyes, depriving her of one of her senses. He then left the bed. Elizabeth turned her head, trying to listen for her lover.
The next thing she knew, Meliodas was by her side. He wrapped a soft cord around her wrist and tied it tightly. The loose end he tied to the bedpost, leaving a generous loop so Elizabeth still had some movement but, had she wanted, she could not wrap her arms around him. He repeated his actions with her other wrist and both ankles. Again, leaving enough length that she had some movement but was still constricted.
Elizabeth tested her bonds. She was tightly bound but not uncomfortably so. She heard the sound of clothing hitting the floor and stilled in anticipation.
The bed shifted and she knew Meliodas was beside her again. She raised her head slightly, hoping to be kissed. Meliodas saw the movement and grinned to himself. She was his.
His eyes travelled down her body. Too much clothing. The demon grabbed the top of her uniform and tugged. Buttons flew through the air as he exposed her breasts. His hand reached out, almost of its own will, and lightly touched one of her peaks. Elizabeth's intake of breath pleased him.
He leaned forward and, ever so gently, let his tongue graze a nipple. As he pulled back, his breath fanning the hardened tip, the princess moaned quietly.
Meliodas then turned to Elizabeth's legs. He had removed her shoes and stocking before restraining her. He let his hand trail agonisingly slowly up a leg, enjoying the smoothness and softness. His hand slipped under her skirt and encountered a cloth barrier. This would never do.
Moving between her open legs, the demon raised Elizabeth's skirt and stared at the offending material. The white panties covering her most private place, the only thing standing in his way. He leaned down and, taking the cloth between teeth and hand, tore them from her body. The woman beneath him rolled her hips. Meliodas grinned. He knew what she wanted. But he wasn't going to give in that easily. This was his show, he was in charge and he was going to show her that.
Moving upwards, his body once again framing hers, Meliodas leaned forwards and placed his lips to Elizabeth's ear. A soft stream of air caressed the side of her face. She lifted her chin to provide him better access to her neck. The blond man dragged his nose lightly alongside her throat, inhaling her scent. "Intoxicating" he murmured just under his breath.
Shifting his weight so he could raise a hand, Meliodas lay a feather-light finger against the restrained woman's wrist. He traced the smooth skin along her arm, over her clavicle and between the valley of her breasts.
As he began to make ever decreasing circles around one breast, the demon smoothly encapsulated the nipple closest to him with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the peak before releasing.
His finger, having completed its circling, dragged across her nipple and went on to flick its twin. Elizabeth gasped sharply. She felt a tingling between her legs and her stomach twitched. Meliodas grinned.
He continued with his sweet torment of barely touching her taut body. He circled the princess' navel and traced patterns ever lower. Meliodas heard Elizabeth's breath hitch as he reached the light dusting of hair covering her mound.
The demon moved smoothly to between her open legs. She was revealed to him and he stared unashamedly at her. Elizabeth felt the bed shift as Meliodas leaned closer to her. She unknowingly tipped her hips, offering herself up to him. The blond could see a glistening in the light as she moved. He inhaled deeply, savouring her scent. He moved his head closer and kissed her inner thigh. Elizabeth once again rolled her hips. Meliodas sat up.
In a smooth motion, he flipped her onto her stomach with an accompanying soft shriek of surprise from the silver haired woman. The restraints were now crossed above her head and between her legs. He tugged her towards the edge of the bed where he now stood. Elizabeth was pulled down on the bed onto her knees. Her face was turned, arms stretched above her, nipples scraping the sheets with her bottom seemingly waving in the air. She felt open and exposed but trusted Meliodas.
The demon smoothed his hand over her muscular buttocks before raising his hand and giving her a sharp tap. "Mine" he stated. Elizabeth was in part amused and aroused. "Yours" she agreed. Meliodas repeated his actions against the other cheek. "Also mine."
"Yes Sir Meliodas." Elizabeth found herself slightly out of breath.
Meliodas smoothed both hands over a buttock each before pulling them apart. Before Elizabeth could protest he lowered his head and kissed her anus. He flicked his tongue over her opening. "Sir Meliohhh..." The princess began. "Also mine." Meliodas cut her off with a growl. He returned to his task, licking and kissing her puckered opening.
Elizabeth was not able to move, restrained as she was, and so surrendered herself to the new feelings Meliodas was evoking in her.
The demon, feeling the princess relax underneath him, slipped a hand underneath her. She was unbelievably wet. He slipped a thumb easily into her opening and curled a finger up to her clit. Elizabeth moaned incoherently. Meliodas grinned.
Feeling her body start to contract around his thumb, the blond removed his hand and started to stroke her back. Elizabeth groaned. "Please, Sir Meliodas. I'm so close."
Meliodas brought his hand down with a quick movement against a buttock. Elizabeth twitched. "You're mine Elizabeth", he said in a low tone, "and I say when you can cum."
Elizabeth moaned again. "Yes Sir Meliodas. I'm yours."
Satisfied with her reply, Meliodas returned to his ministrations of her anus. Elizabeth moaned but gave no protestations. This time the demon pointed his tongue and attempted to enter her. His thumb once again found her entrance.
Deeming her relaxed enough, Meliodas wrapped a hand around his cock. He was unbelievably hard. Standing straight, he aimed his cock at her soaking slit and entered her in one smooth motion. Elizabeth moaned deeply.
Rocking his hips against her, the demon pressed his lubricated thumb against her available opening. With a little pressure he slipped it inside. The princess moaned again. "That feels... so full..." she struggled for words.
Meliodas began to deliberately slide himself out of the princess. Just before withdrawing the tip, he agonisingly slowly pushed his cock back in.
The silver haired woman was becoming accustomed to all the sensations Meliodas was evoking. "Please, Sir Meliodas," she begged. "I need more."
Meliodas grunted and quickened his pace. He also began pushing his thumb slowly in and out of her anus. He was rewarded with a new moan.
The quickening of his pace was causing Elizabeth's erect nipples to brush against the sheets. The sensations were all working together to overwhelm her. Meliodas could feel the tightening of her walls around him. "Not yet Elizabeth!," he gasped. "Stay with me a moment longer!"
A couple more strokes was all it took for him to release. "Now Elizabeth" he called out as he ground his hips into her. He was rewarded with a feral cry as he felt his cock being milked by the rippling of her walls. Her body twitched from the aftermath of her orgasm as he held her close.