I haven't seen the season finale here in the UK so please no spoilers! Thought I would post in celebration of finishing season eight though, it's been a long ride right guys?
Thank you as always wallflow3r!
"Don't scream. Don't move. Don't say a fuckin' word, you hear me?" A voice hisses in her ear.
Beth's eyes fly open into the darkness, her body alive before her brain and slamming her with sensations, with fact. A cold buckle hits her ass cheek, hands tearing at their belt.
A man. In her room, in her bed, on her. Her arms are burning and elevated, wrists cold and something sharp digging into them.
Handcuffs.
Real ones.
Cop handcuffs.
Rick.
It's Rick. He came.
She relaxes her head from where she intended to throw it back into the guy's nose, a gasp sliding out of her throat when his cold hands tug at her panties, the fabric tearing under the violent attack.
A hand covers her mouth as another fumbles at her pussy, two thick fingers shoving into her cunt to the second knuckle on a hard, dry thrust that makes her scream.
The scream is caught and contained, held in a moist breath against Rick's smothering palm.
He groans as her pussy clamps on its own violation, her knees trembling as they balance and her back bent so low her whole spine hurts.
All of Rick's heat is on her, his pants scratching the delicate skin of her thighs and tightening her nipples through her t-shirt, sans bra.
Beth whimpers in a daze, sweat trickling down the side of her brow and wetness doing the same down her inner thighs as Rick's fingers stretch in her cunt, punching a yelp out of her.
He keeps going, ignoring her and that makes her so dizzyingly aroused her eyes slide closed.
She can't move her hips at all so she lays there and takes it as he splices into her, twisting his fingers and screwing them deep.
The electricity in her clit is unreal, so stark that tears leak into her eyes and she loves it. She knew it would be like this. She knew he could give this to her.
That same gratitude she felt with Daryl is there, that same sense of satisfaction. She pushes into it, welcomes it and her cunt spreads like a blossoming flower, leaving room for Rick to push deep.
There's a sound that comes out of him that could be one of an animal, wounded as it is.
Beth shoves her face into her pillow and cries, pussy stretching wide over his third finger and it's so much better when she feels the bump of his wedding ring.
That sicking sense of completion that she's got him right where she wants him.
What they're doing is beyond forbidden but also beyond morality, beyond marriage beds and flimsy vows.
No one else has gotten with the program yet, no one else sees the world for what it is because it's too new, it's too fresh. Rick sees it.
Rick knows, just like she does. The others though… well, they just haven't lost enough people yet.
Beth has.
Her grandparents.
Down in the nursing home that went under within the first three weeks of the outbreak, before anyone knew what was happening, what to do about it; how to save people.
Her high school friends.
The school burnt by the government in its bid to keep the infection to a minimum. Beth watched it go up in flames on the TV, when the TV was still a thing, when there was still people to broadcast the news.
Her Mama.
Blood stains on her dressing gown and fever staining her skin red.
Her brother.
Bit by his own Mama when he wrestled her to the ground. She came at Beth from the bed and in all her panic Beth froze.
Shawn tackled her down, smashed their Mama around head with the picture frame on the side table while he sobbed.
After when her Daddy took her Mama to the barn, Shawn just stared with his hands covered in blood at the perversely neat bite on his wrist.
Beth sat with him and cried, looking at that smashed picture frame with her twelve year old grinning face and her Mama's kind smile.
She knows in that moment that Shawn knew those things weren't the people they used to love.
They were just things.
Her boyfriend.
Whoever is walking around in Jimmy is as much as a stranger as Beth is to her family now.
That group out there, they've lost people but that haven't really seen it, not yet. Rick has. Somewhere, somehow. Something fucked him up big before he even got here.
Something that's thrown him into the same black hole she's drowning in. Her mind slides back into place as Rick's hand slides out from under her mouth and lays against her ass cheek, pushing on her flesh so that she's stretched wider, the thin skin of her pussy burning for it.
Turning her face against the wet fabric, she fluctuates around him and whispers, "why'd you come, Jesus, tonight?"
"'Cause I want my… fuckin'… wife," he pauses to grunt, shoving into her so hard she feels it in her womb and her hips rise in a shuddering wave of heat. "To look at me the way you looked at Daryl."
Her mouth curls against the pillow, her cunt fluttering so often it's like a heartbeat all on its own. "There's unh somethin' else too."
"Smart ass," he drawls lazily as he curls his fingers.
Beth squeaks and he laughs lowly, amusement warm in it. "Yeah, you like that, huh?"
"Yes," she sobs.
He curls them again and her cunt clutches him, sucking down on all his fingers. "An' she snuck out. Go see Shane."
Beth manages to laugh into her moan. "You think his dick's bigger than yours?"
"Fuck you," Rick snarls.
Her cunt shudders, clutches and then releases in a tsunami of an orgasm. Her eyes clench closed and her mouth gapes, legs spasming as she goes down with the force of it.
Rick laughs, fucking her through it, pressing on that spot he found so that she jerks with a forced unh every time.
"O-ho, no you don't," he growls. "Get that fuckin' ass back up."
Her knees tremble so bad she doesn't think she's gonna do it but when he spanks her inner thighs and then her bare pussy, the liquid fire bursts through her clit and belly.
She goes up fast as lightening, offering her cunt like an animal, face pressed into the mattress as her back slopes and Rick goes up on his knees behind her.
With her arms tied to her bed post she can't see shit, can't even turn her head because it hurts her strained shoulders so bad but the element of surprise is the most exciting part.
Even her own excited breaths and racing heart make her wet. Rick's fingers smear through the mess before he reaches down to where her face is turned, hooking his fingers into her cheek.
Beth groans, mouth immediately pooling with saliva and dribbling out, the taste of her own pussy on her tongue.
Rick chuckles and begins to push into her but her cunt is closed as tight as a bud after her intense orgasm and he meets more resistance than he expected.
He curses when he does, fingers curling down into her teeth. With the strength she has in her jaw she bites down on the pads of them before she sucks, mimicking her fluttering pussy as he works on driving into her.
The head of his cock pops through and the accompanying sting makes her cry out sharply.
"Quiet," Rick hisses. "Or I leave. You got that?"
She nods hurriedly, more saliva soaking out of her mouth as he keeps it gaped open with his fingers, stretching her cheek.
"Ain't gettin' in like this," he rumbles.
Beth can determine what he's talking about it but not what he plans to do about it. It's a very short wait to find out since he pulls his fingers from her mouth and reaches up a hand to the wall.
With his other balanced on her ass cheek, he takes a deep breath and she finds herself mimicking him.
On his exhale he thrusts and the scream is so intense in her throat she can't even make it become sound, it just traps itself silently.
Another, hard thrust and he's buried to the root, screaming hot pain lancing around her hips and clit until she bucks and catches the rope of her orgasm, hurtling into freefall.
Rick lets loose. The animal inside him, so much closer to the surface than Daryl's, so much more ferocious, comes out to play and he takes no prisoners.
No mercy is spared for her cunt which he plunges into her like she's his heaven and salvation, her hips screaming in violation but her cunt singing the most beautiful sound of his wet cock slamming into it.
The orgasm edges and edges, biting into her skin like the harsh line of a whip, flaying her alive until her skin feels about ready to peel off.
Only her hands tucked between the wall and headboard stop it from ricocheting off the wall, leaving her fingers to take a harder beating than her swollen pussy, Rick's ball slapping against her clit the only obscenely loud noise.
All of her own noise is trapped in her chest and Rick is making none, which makes everything so much more intense, like he forgot what words and sounds are.
The only eventual noise he does make is the broken, hollowed out moan of an empty man as he spills his cum inside her.
Sobbing softly, her throat raw and mouth dry, Beth presses her face into her pillow and luxuriates in the slow withdrawal of Rick's dick which slides out of her squelching cunt deliciously loud.
He grunts and trembles behind her like he's on the edge of plunging back in. There's silence and no movement, the room and her cheeks so hot she could fall asleep in the lazy heat of it all.
She has no idea how Rick got in without being seen but he can do it again to get out she's sure. He's still just behind her on his knees, hands hot on her ass.
"My cum's drippin' out of your destroyed little cunt," he drawls suddenly, poking into her sleep. "You feel it?"
Beth's eyes don't open when she answers, "you should clean that up."
"You should push it out."
A frisson of heat bursts in her belly and it gives her enough energy to push like she's peeing, the hot glide of Rick's cum dribbling out between her swollen pussy lips and down her inner thighs.
The noise he makes is aroused but satisfied, less wired and she relaxes further into the bed even as her arms screech with protest.
"S'real pretty, sweetheart," he whispers.
Beth hums, her vision getting darker behind her eyelids. They fly open in the next breath as the mattress shifts and he bends to her cunt, inhaling obscenely before his warm, wet tongue licks through the mess.
Her pussy gives a desperate, painful flutter and she yells softly when he tongues her slit. "God," she whispers so darkly it could be a curse word. "That taste good?"
He doesn't answer immediately, pulling away and leaning over her body instead, his limp dick snuggling between her asscheeks as his prickly mouth brushes her cheek. "Tastes real good. You wanna try some?"
Beth whimpers and nods, her frazzled hair brushing the pillow. She waits and he reaches back down to scoop up some mess, forcing her knees into a tremble when the pads of his fingers brush her over sensitive clit.
He comes back and presses his wet fingers to her lips until she parts them, sucking softly.
Rick moans directly into her ear, raising goosebumps as the sweet and bitter essence of the both of them strokes her taste buds.
When she's cleaned him off, his hands slide beneath her body, palms hot and large as they slip up her t-shirt and squeeze her tits.
"I wanna fuck these," he mouths against her cheek, breath clammy on her skin.
She smiles loosely. "You can."
He presses a kiss to her cheek and then her jaw and finally her throat. "I know."
When he rises back to his knees he detangles himself from her completely and reaches to pop the handcuffs keeping her tied up.
Beth groans in thanks when her wrists are free, pulling them down to her chest as it slows back to a normal pace.
Rick climbs off the bed and even in the dark of her room his figure looks shaky like he don't know how to walk anymore.
He pulls his pants up while looking down at her, verbally silent but eyes speaking a thousand words that Beth hears like a ringing in her head.
They tell her everything she sensed the first time she laid eyes on him. That he needs what she needs. That he's broken and hollow inside, trying to pretend like he knows what the fuck he's doing but really having no clue.
Seeking release and freedom, a moment to not be anyone at all.
Just before he opens her bedroom door to leave, his back to her as the click resounds softly in the oncoming dawn, Beth whispers, "say hi to Lori for me."
Rick's hand goes white on the knob and he doesn't have to face her for her to feel the punch of every one of his words, "I'll be back."