Dirty Talk by Lillie Bell based on Smutember 2021 prompts for Day 28
In which my normal dirty talking Mel goes to 11.
"Elizabeth 🎶" Meliodas' sing-song whisper drifted to her side of the bed.
Nope. You don't hear anything, Elizabeth. Just the final quiet of the tavern and the summer cicadas.
"Elizabeth," he purred. The ripples of the mattress rolled over her as he inchwormed closer. His hot breath stirred the hair at her ear. And Gods , she wanted to ignore the sultry sound of his voice, the heat of his body sidling up to her back, the floral barley smell on his breath.
She closed her eyes tighter. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
"Ellie," his nose ran up her spine, sliding up the zipper holding her nightgown around her body. Again, he exhaled his hot breath just below her neck, at the edge of the pink fabric.
"Ellie, don't we have lots of fun together?" He swirled his tongue on her back. She fought the throb in her core - reminding herself that they had just finished a rousing three day festival at the tavern. She had pulled shifts from sun-up to sun-down and she was bone ass tired. It wasn't even hard to pretend to be a lump in the bed - she was so tired.
His teeth clacked against the metal zipper. He gave it a slight pull and again Elizabeth's body responded in a wave of heat. Was she…. Was she really that tired? It would feel nice to be a big pile of blissful jelly…
"Elizabeth," he tugged the zipper down a few inches. Nuzzled the exposed skin there. "Hawk tied the knots extra tight tonight." An open-mouth kiss, tongue swirling and sucking against her spine. "I think he saw how hot you made me and went for the triple ties."
He slid along the sheets, lining his chest and stomach against her back. And there was no hiding the meep that escaped as the thick layers of twine pressed into her back and calves, the thick length of Meliodas pressing into her ass. Sleep sleep sleep , she repeated quickly as if the words, like a fan, would cool down her rapidly overheating body.
"You were so good these last few days, love." His words laced through her hair. "I only had to throw out two idiots for thinking they had a chance with you."
"I don't think they'd let you tie them up." She could hear his grin. "I don't think they'd let you do whatever you want, Ellie."
And she rose to the bait. Because her clit was throbbing and her panties were wet. She might have been a bit breathless when she whispered.
"What makes you think so?"
His demon power surged. She knew better than to taunt him, but he was so much more wild and fun and feral when his demon side was bothered.
"Because none of them are yours."
She waited a full minute. Counting the seconds as he breathed against her back. As his power built around them and some part of her rose to meet him. Some part of her strange latent power that always grew and melded and welcomed him.
She faked a yawn that halfway through turned real. She truly was tired. And hopelessly turned on. "Who said you were mine?"
The flare of his power was immediate. Lightning sizzled along every inch they touched - from his dangling toes to their tucked knees to the cock nestling between her cheeks to the expanse of him across her back. She rubbed her thighs together as her center pulsed with desire.
"Ellie." Her toes curled at his warning growl. "I am yours." His tongue licked up each vertebrae from her shoulders to her hairline. He audibly breathed her in, his inhale making the wet skin go cold. Elizabeth trembled with pleasure.
"I can smell how much you want me." His teeth nipped at the baby hairs. "I want to taste you. I want to fuck you. I want you to ride me so hard you scream my name and wake everyone up."
She let out a shuddering breath. Her body tense and hot and hanging on his every word.
"Ellie," his mouth was at the zipper again, his cock rubbing between her cheeks. She huffed against him, scooting her ass to push back. He thrust against her. She rolled her hips so that his next thrust was shallow but pointed at her wet center. Her leg hiked onto his thigh, opening her, and his cock ghosted by her entrance. They both moaned at the near contact.
"Elizabeth." He rubbed against her again. The length of him lightly grazed her entrance. And it was not enough. "Let me worship you."
The cool air fanned her heated skin as he tugged the zipper. The fabric pulled against her pebbled nipples as the hooks opened. She let out a soft moan as his nose and breath pressed into the small of her back.
"Your pussy smells so good." His voice was husky. His teeth pulled at the frilly edge of her underwear just above the zipper. "Let me in for dessert."
Her hand flew to her mouth as she shuddered. Fresh wetness covered her thighs.
"Fuck, Ellie." He growled. The bedsheets rustled as he ground his cock into the mattress. "I don't want to cum before I taste you."
There was no way she was sleeping.
"How do you want to-?" Her face flushed red as she peeked over her shoulder at him. His blond hair flared at her lower back, the rest of his body a knot under the covers.
"Gods, Ellie, just sit on my face so I can eat you."
Her cheeks burned red from embarrassment while her center throbbed.
"Okay," she whispered, amazed at her ability to form words through her desire. She stepped out of the bed on wobbly legs. Her nightgown fell to the floor in a heavy thump of fabric.
"I want to see you."
Her hand lifted to tug nervously at her hair. She turned slowly, watching him. He had rolled onto his back, the white shirt and black sleep pants tightly bound by ropes around his arms, hands, thighs and ankles. His black eyes drank her in. The pert, dusky nipples, the flat soft stomach, her little pink underwear drenched and sticking to her. He sniffed again at the air, his cock twitching within his pants.
"Do you want to cum on my face?"
Her hands hit the mattress as a full-body tremor ran from spine to curling toes.
"Gods," he gasped as he watched her juices dripping down her thighs. "Save some for me."
She panted, trying to get her bearings over the roaring desire in her ears.
"What do I -"
"Underwear off first. You can put them under my pillow and I'll smell them all week."
"Pervert," she huffed, laughing. The humor gave her something to focus on and calm her. She hooked a finger into the edge and pulled the panties down. Meliodas moaned at the flash of her glistening sex as she stepped out of the underwear and chucked it in the laundry.
"Climb up here." His nose lifted to gesture.
She awkwardly crawled into the bed and moved to sit at his side.
"Look how close I am to the headboard. Come straddle me and hold on."
She rose to her knees, moving them carefully up to his shoulders. She grabbed the headboard as she raised one leg over his face to straddle him.
She bonked his nose hard on the descent. He grunted in pain.
"Sorry, sorry." She flushed from embarrassment bending over in the dark to see if she'd given him a nosebleed.
He kissed her thigh. "It's fine, love. Not the first time I've been socked in the nose."
The sigh of relief turned into a whoosh of air as he blew against her slick folds. His tongue lazily licked up the slick at the side of her entrance.
"A little lower." She stretched her thighs a bit more, lowering herself onto his face until he nipped at a lip.
"Now, love, I'm going to get to work on my dessert. You can hold on tight or -" He gave a long, loud suck to her clit. And the action, coupled with his next words, had her panting. "You can fuck my face with that delicious pussy of yours."
He rolled his tongue over her clit before flattening it and licking down to her entrance. His tongue circled the entrance - one, two, threeeee - before plunging in. Elizabeth moaned, her back arching and her hair falling with a slap against her back. She gripped the headboard as he curled and sucked inside of her before laving her clit. His tongue slid again toward her center.
It was so good but he was off - not deep enough. She groaned as he moved to her clit again, hummed against it. She strained at the slow build. She needed more more more . When he plunged back in again, she thrust her hips against him. His teeth grazed her entrance and his tongue curled and her vision flashed. With a quiet roar, she reared against the headboard, thrusting against him again and again as she impaled herself on his tongue. Felt the hot puffs from his nose against her clit as she slammed herself down again and again. The bed creaked, the mattress squeaked, as she built up and up and up. As he grunted and hummed against her, until she was clenching her teeth against a scream. Until her center was pinning him inside and her body was so tight so tight as she came.
Meliodas gave her a Cheshire grin when she struggled to raise enough for him to untangle his tongue. Her legs were slow and jelly-filled as she lifted her knees.
"That," he made a show of licking his lips, "was an amazing dessert."
Elizabeth blushed at the sheen on his cheeks and chin. The liquid pooled in his collarbone.
"You've made such a mess of me," he teased.
She didn't know it was possible to be so embarrassed and turned on all at once. She moved to tuck both knees under her and sit next to his head. Her gaze moved to his very tented pants.
He snaked his way onto his side, turning towards her. "Ellie." He inched close enough to bury his face in her breasts. He nuzzled the soft skin, enjoying the feel of their weight on his shoulders.
Her soft arms encircled his head. He purred as her fingers combed through his thick hair. The wetness of his tongue scraped against the valley of her breasts as he licked his lips. Her body flushed - still sensitive and tender.
He chuckled as he smelled her arousal. "Not satisfied, Ellie?" He moved to nip at the underside of her breast. His tongue rolled over the spot, soothing the hurt.
"Do you know how bad I want to bury my cock in you?"
Holy fuck . Heat and desire rocked her body at his words. Her center throbbed, begging to be filled with him. To feel his thick length stretching and pulling her as he plunged into her wet, hot pussy.
"Meliodas," she panted in his ear.
"How do you want me, love? Do you want to ride me into oblivion? Or do you want me to fuck you into this bed?"
Elizabeth rubbed her legs together as she grew even wetter. As her core burned with an intense need for him.
" Fuck , Ellie. Get your ass in the air, I'm going to take you over this bed."
Her breath hitched at the sound of the bindings flexing and breaking around his body. The ropes fell around him as he jumped off the bed. She watched as he shucked off his shirt and pants. As the sweat coating his body and the thick length of his cock became visible. His hands ran along the bones of her hips, gently tugging her to the edge of the bed. A lance of moonlight fell over his face, illuminating the purple-black of his demon marking and eyes.
He coaxed her to bend over the bed, bringing the small footstool for her knees. His touch was feather-light, but his voice was gravelly and full of hunger.
"Oh, Ellie, you're so beautiful," he cooed. His chest was hot and sweaty against her back as he leaned into her. His hands ran down the arms crossed under her head, traced the breasts pressed into the silky soft sheets. He pinched her nipples and she bucked into him. Her wet sex bumped into the tip of his cock. He bit into her shoulder to silence his scream as she muffled her own in the sheets.
After a few steadying breaths he stood to his full height. His fingers traced the length of her spine. She tilted her hips to him, and his breath hitched at the glistening lips and entrance beckoning him.
"Are you ready for me to fuck you hard?" His hand, soft and gentle, cupped her ass.
Her breath shuddered before she whispered, "Yes."
He rubbed himself along her wet lips. His cock teased her entrance as he coated himself in her juices. His tip dipped in, testing her readiness. The air filled with his gasp as she bucked against him and he slid in a few inches.
"You want it that bad?" His voice cracked from his need. He didn't know how long he could be slow and gentle. Not when she was so wet and hot and tight around him.
"I want it so bad."
And the moan in her voice, the hitch at the end as she panted, was his undoing. His hands gripped her hips hard. His hips rolled low, and he plunged into her until his balls slapped against her clit. He pulled out long and slow, relishing the feel of her wrapped around every inch of him before he drove to the hilt in one swift motion. His arm fell to the bed to steady himself as he continued the punishing rhythm. Slow pull out, fast and punishing thrust in. Filling her to the brim over and over.
His pace grew frantic as their hushed grunts and whimpers filled the room. As the aroma of sweat and arousal covered them. He reared back, slapping his hips against hers as she arched, taking him in so deep his vision flashed white. His toes curled as his balls tucked. A long, low moan falling from her lips as his thrusts turned shallow. His cock pulsed inside her as he came. The vibrations sending her over her edge. Meliodas fell over her back as he rode her orgasm, breathless as her pussy milked him dry.
They lay boneless on the bed. His ragged breath blew against her shoulder. The sheets, clenched between her fingers, dented with her own erratic huffs. After their hearts had calmed and feeling mostly returned, Meliodas slid off of her back to flop on the bed beside her.
He smiled at her, his green eyes dancing and his hand twining through her moonlit hair.
"You always wreck me, Elizabeth."
She laughed leaning over to kiss him. She broke the kiss with a yawn.
He tousled her hair. "Let me clean you up, love. And then you can sleep."
She was already half-dosing when he returned with a warm, damp cloth and wiped her down. He helped scoot her jelly-limbs into a sleeping position. Her soft snores filled the room as he pulled the blankets to her chin.
He washed himself, replacing his night clothes before sitting down to figure out just how he was going to get those ropes tied again.