There you go! Nothing but filth! And by the way, this was totally inspired by wallflow3r's A Close Shave so if you haven't read that yet... why are you even still here?
Beth wasn't sure where they would go.
It took a couple of days; a couple of failed attempts. She tried the watch tower and around the courtyard, jumped around hidden corners to be left with disappointment.
She also tried to wait until everyone else was asleep, strain her ears to hear them sneaking out of their beds but she always fell asleep first.
Wherever Rick and Daryl were fucking, she didn't have a clue how to find them. She could have just asked. She's pretty sure they would have told her.
Rick dropped Judith into her cell a thousand times, most likely to sneak off with Daryl and she could have asked, but she never did.
She didn't want to ask. She wanted to find them. She wanted to be caught right in between their lust, their need and swept up in it.
It's everything she's craving, has craved for a long time now and the craving gets worse the more it gets fed. Daryl's dick in her mouth against the bike, Rick's tongue in her pussy eating his own cum.
The promise that he would be back and then he never showed. She doesn't blame him, circumstances changed, people died.
She almost let it pass, almost let it lie, lay in her bed at night and thought maybe she should work on getting better, on becoming human.
Then she saw how lost Rick was and she wanted to help him like he helped her, but it seemed Daryl had already made it there.
Now for the past few nights she's been wracking her brains imagining how it started for them. She knows how it started for her and Rick and she knows how it started for her and Daryl.
Mostly, one started because of the other, like it's just inevitable that the three of them should end up entwined together, their strings tangled.
Daryl wasn't ready before but with Rick, knowing what he's like, knowing how he unravelled her… Daryl must be ready and she is to.
Ready to fuck her and push himself out of his comfort zone, take her hurtling with him. Rick's taught him that, showed him and what Beth really wants to know is how far Rick pushes and how much Daryl takes.
All in all, it takes her four days to find their spot.
It's a sunny day and almost peaceful if she tunes out the walkers hanging off the fence, moaning out their hunger. If she doesn't look too closely at their faces, especially the kids.
Most of the group are outside, basking in doing absolutely nothing for the first time in the longest time Beth can remember.
It's not just sunny, it's blistering and both her and Maggie are sunbathing in nothing but tiny shorts and rolled up vest tops, baring their bellies.
Her sister is talking away about Glenn, about something he said the other night about their future, fretting into the balmy air about what a future even looks like for them, when Beth's eyes flicker open.
She's not sure why other than the fact that it doesn't feel right to feel so at peace, to feel so normal, like she's lying on the porch swing back home in the summer, worrying about her new school year.
They peel open lazily, fighting her because she's pulling away from the hazy dream like world she's currently basking in. They glance to the left from the ground, through the cloud of her golden hair and to Rick who's watching her.
She stretches like a cat just for him and it feels so good that she does it again, arching her spine a little like she's getting comfy.
Rick's eyes blaze even from the distance he's stood at and a sharp bolt of excitement explodes through her. His eyes are so much more focused today.
They flick from her face to her body and then to somewhere in the distance and she rolls her head to look, Maggie's voice still yapping away in her right ear.
When she strains her neck to look down, Daryl is walking back from the fence, his tank covered in walker from an hour of spiking them through the head.
He sees her looking and pauses to look back, his eyes stroking over her in a caress. A flicker of his tongue over his bottom lip makes her breath hitch and she lifts her one knee just to have a reason to spread them.
In retaliation he reaches over his head and pulls off his soiled top, scrunching it up in a ball when it clears his head.
Beth raises her brow at him simply because the last time she checked, Daryl wasn't too willing to take his shirt off, something Maggie told her about scars on his back.
She wonders if she'll get to see them when he passes her but for now she's gifted the sight of his golden skin and the sweat gliding down his chest like oil.
A blossom of wetness blooms into her panties and Maggie's voice completely fades into the background, all her attention on Daryl's body.
He lets her get her fill before he looks back to Rick and Beth's eyes gravitate there too.
They share some kind of communication, a subtle head nod; a flare of the eyes and then Rick disappears inside. Her gaze rides back to Daryl and he's striding to the door Rick disappeared through.
Now.
Her heart races as she watches him clear the threshold, the door shutting behind him and then she shoots up, shouting back to Maggie, "one sec!"
When her sister queries where she's rushing of to. Inside the building is just as hot as out and she breathes in the muggy air, eyes flicking rapidly around.
There's a long corridor that connects back to the main prison, the door behind her and then two different turns. They wouldn't go back inside, even with it empty there's a chance someone would come back in.
The two different routes lead to the tombs beneath them which reek of decay. It's not the sexiest place to fuck but a hidden space is gold dust.
She's just about to choose one door when she finds Daryl's shirt in a crumpled ball in the opposite direction and she walks closer to inspect it, eyes focusing in the semi darkness.
This way then.
Her lips twitch at the clue he left her, wondering if Rick even realised what he did. She follows the turn to a door and then quietly shuts it behind her before she descends a flight of stairs.
She should really have her knife with her but if this is their meeting place there's no way walkers are down here.
The bottom of the stairs leads into a corridor lined with storage closets and broken doors but there is one door intact, one door closed tight.
When she squints she finds the dust around it disturbed and anticipation punches her in the gut as she rushes to it, pulling it open with dizzying excitement and lust spurring her.
The first thing she notices, is that there's windows in the room and it would therefore be pitch black if not for the two gas lamps on the discarded chair.
The second thing she notices is the men themselves. Daryl is smoking down on the bare mattress to her left, forearms braced on his knees and bare shoulders glistening in the lamp light.
Rick is in another chair directly in front of her, this one less worn and beaten, stretched out with his head titled back and his eyes closed.
His legs are spread wide and his feet are planted hard on the floor in his boots. Beth pauses in the doorway for only a second before she lets the door fall closed behind her.
No one speaks and Rick doesn't open his eyes, though Daryl does glance at her. His eyes are as ravenous on all her bare skin as they were outside but this close she can see how hot they are, how his muscles tremble like he wants to tear her up from where she stands and devour her.
She swallows into the silence and looks back at Rick, whose eyes are still closed. "I saw you," she whispers and she smiles at the irony.
Rick smiles too, a dangerously slow crawl of his mouth that makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "I know," he answers slowly, deliciously.
"Ain't he a little old for you?" She continues, leaning back against the door.
Daryl huffs as he takes the cigarette from his mouth. "Thanks."
The smile grows on her face, enjoying the banter.
Enjoying them.
"So," Rick breathes as his lashes flicker open, staring at the ceiling. "You found us."
"Been tryin' to for days."
"I know," he repeats as he lifts his head and stands, towering over her just with his shadow. "Sit down."
Beth raises her eyebrow but does as she's told, moving past him deliberately close so she can drift her fingers over his cock through his jeans.
His hand snaps out and seizes her wrist, yanking her into his hard chest with an oomph. "No," he growls. "Just me an' him."
Disappointment stabs her gut and she almost whines. "But-"
"No," he repeats firmer, pushing her away. She stumbles and sits down in the chair hard, hurting her ass. "Sit down an' watch. You wanted to see an' you're gonna see. Don't move."
Her body locks into place at the words and she's faintly impressed that he's already made her like this, shaped her like this.
Rick nods and it's enough approval that she relaxes into the seat, the sweat pooling between her cleavage.
Rick turns his back to her and then to the left, approaching Daryl slowly, deliberately. "You ready to give her a show?"
Daryl's breath spikes and he covers it with a hard drag on his cigarette, the cherry zinging down to the nub before he chucks it and grinds it down with his boot.
He doesn't answer but he wasn't meant to, they all know that. Rick's left side is facing her and Beth's breathing becomes shallow with want.
The need to see this, to be involved in this is consuming her and she's already so lost in the energy between these two, the way Daryl submits without even knowing he's doing it. The tilt of his neck; his down cast eyes.
"How long you two been fuckin'?" She asks softly, her fingers drifting lazily over her bare belly.
Daryl glances at her through the fringes of her hair but doesn't say anything although his eyes are excited, tinged with wariness.
Is it hard to hear that's what he does with Rick? That he fucks him? That they fuck each other? His background… the homophobia must have been a thing.
Does he struggle to accept who he is? What he wants? She wants to ask all these things but doesn't. Sexuality is not the point. Release and understanding, a moment away from the body is the point.
Rick doesn't answer either and she sits in the silence of their evasion. She doesn't think she'll get an answer at all, watching with a racing pulse as Rick begins to unbutton his shirt, Daryl's eyes watching every flick of his fingers.
"A while," Rick finally drawls.
"Before or after me?" She asks as her own fingers tease at the button of her shorts.
"After," Rick mutters.
His back is facing her but Daryl's eyes bounce between her fingers popping her jean shorts and Rick undoing his shirt like he can't decide where to keep his eyes.
"What're you two yappin' on 'bout?" Daryl pipes up.
Rick glances two the left at her to smile before looking back at Daryl down on the mattress in front of him. "I fucked Beth. After she sucked you off."
Daryl's eyes shrink and Beth feels her heart gallop in her chest. "You two were sneakin' round without me?"
"Please, everythin' was different then," Rick answers. "We were on the farm."
Daryl looks to her again and she bites down on her lip. Just like that his attention is hers, gaze like a magnet as she lifts her ass and shimmies off her shorts.
Rick glances down at Daryl before he glances at Beth, watching too as she spreads her legs, revealing her cotton panties.
They're barely panties anymore, put through too many cold, harsh washes and she braces her foot on the chair so she's spread wide open, the fabric stretching tight and nestling in her slit.
Rick clenches his jaw and let's his shirt drop, let's her get a good enough view to coax more wetness before he turns back to Daryl and yanks him by his jaw.
Daryl's eyes fly to Rick and they share some kind of conversation just before Daryl reaches up and undoes Rick's belt, the leather snapping loud in the quiet.
There's the snick of Rick's zipper and from this angle Beth can just about see the hard line of Rick's jaw as he clenches it.
Her heart speeds up when he groans, his hot length falling into Daryl's hand like it was made to be there. Beth's mouth waters and she wonders what he must taste like.
"Rick, lemme-"
"No."
Beth whimpers and strains back in the chair with frustration, her hand sliding over her panties and pulling them to the side.
Daryl looks over and freezes, his eyes yawning wide with lust. Rick growls when Daryl's thick fingers stop and grips Daryl's cheeks. "I tell you to stop?"
"Man, look," Daryl breathes and Rick looks.
Beth puts on a show now that she's got both of their attention, her fingers sliding down her soaked slit and swirling around her begging pussy hole.
Their eyes track her fingers like dogs and Daryl's startled breath morphs into Rick's hiss when she swirls a finger over her puckered asshole.
"Beth."
She shivers at the all the authority in Rick's tone and relents, only because she does want to see.
When her fingers retract and lay against her pulsing clit, Rick turns back to Daryl and unleashes all his frustrations. A hand in Daryl's hair yanks his head back and Rick takes his own dick in his hand.
Beth's pussy clenches when he shoves into Daryl's mouth with no warning, no pre-amble, nothing God, Daryl just takes it, his hands curling around Rick's ass beneath his pants.
They fall from Rick's hips and she watches Daryl's bitten fingernails leave crescent marks in Rick's soft skin.
The unbearable kick in the gut is that there's already so many marks on Rick's ass, so many times they've done this and Beth feels a rush of fluids between her legs like nothing before.
She moans softly, her finger swirling over her clit but Daryl doesn't get distracted this time. He keeps sucking, pushing so far down he gags when Rick's cock hits the back of his throat.
A flush descends from the crown of Beth's head as she watches, her toes curling in her boots against the frame of the chair.
Her clit is pulsing, already so close to cumming so she backs away, not wanting it to be over yet. Two is her limit and then she feels like a fucked out wreck.
There's no room for such luxury in this world. She has to be on guard all the time despite her little bout of sunbathing with Maggie.
Shit, her sister might come looking for her… not that she'll find Beth but she hasn't really gotta worry, she wanders off all the time.
Daryl's groan brings her eyes back in focus and she whimpers when Rick pulls out to the tip and lets Daryl lathe at his slit with his tongue.
"Enough," Rick suddenly growls, his hand dropping out of Daryl's hair as he turns to her. "Beth."
She bounds up like a dog being called, kicking off her boots and sliding off her panties as she stands and the two of them watch. "Where'd you want me?"
Daryl huffs a laugh and Rick's lips curl like the grinch. "I want some'a your pussy."
God, yes. Is he gonna eat it? Fuck it? Is Daryl? Her pulse raises as she pulls her tank over her head. As it flutters to the floor, it leaves her completely naked and under the lamp light she knows her inner thighs are shiny with juices.
There's a resounding hum from both of them and she watches Daryl lean back and pop his jeans as she approaches. When she's reached Rick, he takes her arm with one hand and reaches down to smack at her inner thigh with the other.
The sting pulses through her cunt, pushing a breathless gasp out of her and directly into his mouth, so close together they're pressed.
She feels Daryl's rough fingers stroking over her hip and thigh, trailing around to her ass curiously.
It heightens Rick's piercing gaze to the point that she can't control her moan, lost in the powerful orbit of the two of them.
Daryl's fingers keep curving over her asscheek down on the mattress and Rick's hand presses between her legs, cupping her cunt in the most dominating way.
"This's ours, y'know that right, sweetheart?" Rick whispers.
Beth nods breathlessly, widening her stance as Daryl's fingers keep searching, curling past her ass cheek to pull them apart.
Heat sparks all over her, blooming in her cheeks the most and Rick smiles, hand releasing her pussy to stroke her rosy cheek.
"You're so good," he praises.
Her mouth drops open and her eyes widen, Rick's own eyes blowing with lust as he stares at her, Daryl's finger now playing in the dripping wetness from her fluttering pussy entrance.
Rick keeps looking at her wide eyes as he instructs Daryl, "get s'much as you can, Daryl. I wanna glide in your ass like it's her pussy."
Daryl groans and shoves into Beth so hard she falls into Rick, who catches her and bands his arms around her lower back, his hands reaching down to spread her ass cheeks.
She sobs thickly, the sound muffled in Rick's shirt, her pussy spread as wide as it was when he fucked her. Unlike Rick, Daryl's fingers don't screw into her.
They're thick and hard, but he tries to temper his urgency and be gentle, his callouses making her shiver all over, her whole body cradled by Rick and her pussy offered to Daryl. When he pushes deep and her pussy squelches, they hiss unanimously.
"Fuck, she's so wet," Daryl mutters shortly after, his eyes flicking up to her.
Beth's face is pressed to Rick's chest like they're hugging, his chin resting on top of her head so she manages to turn her face to the left and connect eyes with Daryl as he pushes into her again.
Her mouth parts on a breathless moan and then he pulls out, her cunt contracting wildly.
"Thanks," Rick whispers in her ear. "Now go sit back down."
She struggles to fully process what he's said, blinking in confusion when he lets go of her, eyes keen on Daryl slicking his cock with her juices, jaw clenched tight. Rick dips between her legs for his own scoop, wiping it down his dick too.
Beth continues to stare before she can finally articulate why she's so frustrated. "You really ain't gonna lemme join?"
Rick cocks his head at her like she's a defiant child. "I never said you was gonna, why you so surprised?"
She flounders, her eyes flicking once to Daryl whose already turning on his belly for Rick, whose still stroking his cock.
When she can't seem to grasp the words she wants, she just follows her instinct and growls, rearing forward to bite down on Rick's throat.
His body goes rigid and she hears Daryl's rattling moan in the heavy silence. Maybe he looked over his shoulder to watch them now that he's on all fours, she don't know because she's biting even firmer into Rick's throat, her hands in his hair at the nape of his neck.
Slowly, his body unwinds and his own hand raises, gripping her hair like he did on the farm so long ago and tearing her head back.
The fire in his eyes burns and her pussy clenches desperately, so close to orgasm she can taste it.
There's a moment where he stares at her and then he growls hungrily, hurtling forward to kiss her hard and fast, his teeth cutting into her bottom lip and leaving her knees trembling.
It's not much of a kiss really, more of a claiming and it's over quickly. He grips her wrist during it and when they pull away he lets her fall in a controlled drop so she collapses on to the mattress.
"Spread your legs, you little fuckin' whore," Rick spits.
The aggression of his tone and the mad light in his eyes makes her legs fall apart on command.
"Daryl," Rick grates between his teeth. "Think you can take us both?"
Beth turns her head to look at Daryl whose arms are bulging as he rests on his hands and knees on the mattress to her right side.
When he grunts, his eyes boring into hers, Rick grips his ass cheeks from behind and Beth smiles loosely, sitting up on her ass to turn and look.
She goes up on her knees so she's facing Rick, watching as his cock head presses to Daryl's puckered hole. Her stomach tightens with excitement and when she glances up at Rick he jerks his chin.
It seems she's been let in on the silent communication because she knows exactly what to do. Gathering all the saliva in her mouth, she works it right to the front and leans forward to spit against Daryl's asshole.
He moans something wounded, picks it up and pushes it out higher, needier when Rick spits too, both of their saliva mingling together.
"Lie down," Rick orders.
Beth falls back breathlessly, arms pebbled with goosebumps and nipples tight with the cold as her chest rises rapidly.
Rick steps back from Daryl, his cock withdrawing as Daryl sits up on his knees. Beth shuffles to the right so that she's directly under Daryl, Rick behind him.
With her legs spread, Daryl gets into position, stealing what little breath from her she had when his cock rubs against her clit.
She whines softly, lifting her thighs and looping her arms under her knees. Daryl whimpers under his breath, rubbing his cock up and down her slit, his eyes swallowed in black.
Over his shoulder Rick watches with his own keen eyes, his chest raising as rapidly as hers. Beth tilts her hips more and takes a deep breath as Daryl begins to slide in.
The skin of her inner thighs catch and she breathes out in a rush, her cunt sucking at his cock until his hands are balancing against her inner thighs, pressing them so far apart that her hips ache.
Her arms shake where they're holding her knees apart, Daryl's weight so heavy against her as she moans deliriously.
It's intoxicating, feeling so wrapped up in him and it gets better as he lays down, chest to chest with her now so his ass is offered back to Rick.
Beth trembles as his cock slides deeper, his hips nestled neatly into her now and she knows the exact moment that Rick begins to press his own cock back into Daryl's ass because all the weight on top of her cuts out her air supply.
She can just see over Daryl's shoulder, Rick up on his knees, panting as he watches his cock disappear in Daryl's ass. Jesus, she wishes she could see that but at least she can feel it, Daryl swelling bigger in her tight pussy.
In a mere minute Daryl's pained grunts become laboured, pleasured breathes, his dick buried to the root in her cunt and she's sure Rick is at least half way in Daryl's ass.
"Shit!" Daryl howls, his hand lifting from her one thigh and reaching out for something, anything, finding; pressing down against Beth's throat.
She stares in his yawning pupils as hers yawn back at him, her pussy sucking tight as her lack of air makes her head go light.
He gets more excited the stronger her fluttering on his cock gets and she can't even make a sound when she unexpectedly cums at the deep roll of his hips, her eyes rolling into her head when the orgasm blows her wide open.
Beth can't see shit, but she can feel the harsh thrust of Rick fucking into Daryl which forces Daryl's cock deeper into her and she shudders all over, Rick cursing in quick succession as Daryl trembles, shaking all three of them.
The orgasm rips into her several times over like it wants to stop but doesn't know how because there's too much going on, there's too much to enjoy.
She surprises even herself when she manages to force air from her lungs and scream with the pleasure that's driving her with a thousand needles, punching into her over and over and over.
Daryl's fingers release her throat, letting even more sound out and then he leans on his knuckles either side of her head and thrusts hard.
"Fuck," Rick spits. "You know how tight your shittt, ass just went?"
Beth's eyes peel open to watch Rick rip Daryl's head back by a hand in his hair, all of his throat and sweaty collar bones bare to her.
She whimpers and strains back, fucking her hips down onto Daryl's cock as it slips out a little from Rick's grip on his hair.
Both men let out a gravelly moan that makes her shudder. Rick's large hands appear on Daryl's shoulders, releasing his hair and Beth releases her knees to reach for one of them, tugging it closer as she strains her chest.
It's bring them all together like a can of sardines, Daryl's face pressing into her shoulder and Rick's chest stuck to Daryl's back.
Beth curls her other free hand around Daryl's bicep, squeezing his flesh beneath her fingers as she rides his hips with her thighs.
Rick lets her take his one hand, his other hand moving from Daryl's shoulder to reach for her calf where it's spread over Daryl's hip.
He watches as she parts her lips for his rough digits, moaning hungrily, the pads of his fingers hooking into her cheeks and rubbing over her flickering tongue.
She sucks on them after, muting her moan and Daryl peels his face out of her shoulder to lean against Rick's and see what's happening.
Lifting his hand, Daryl's own calloused fingers join Rick's, pushing past her lips and stretching them wide like when she took his cock.
They push against the back of her throat and her eyes water, tears beading in her lashes.
Their fucking gets more frenzied and she's drowning in a haze of moans and slapping skin, in the pressure against her gag reflex and the tears that stream down her face.
Daryl's face lifts from her shoulder again where it fell to rest and when she looks in his eyes it's like falling off a cliff. She convulses with a scream, her teeth biting into both of their fingers as they both hiss from the pain.
It seems to be Daryl's undoing because he squeezes his eyes closed and rolls his head against Rick's shoulder mindlessly, his hips stuttering and his mouth biting at Rick's throat.
Rick stares at Beth as sweat glides down her temples, her body lax and eyes unfocused as Daryl howls, "shit, 'm gonna… fuck, Rick, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna… get off."
Beth's cunt is so destroyed by Daryl's driving cock it's almost numb, his swollen flesh swelling even more, stretching her wide enough for her to feel the burn, so slick he's gliding.
Rick looks at her with a head tilt and she licks her lips now that their fingers are out of her mouth. Her eyes flick back to Daryl as he vibrates between them, trying to get out, trying to get Rick off of him. Instead, Rick presses down harder, all their faces so close together they're sharing the same panting breaths.
Rick is rock still in Daryl's ass now as he whispers, "cum in her, Daryl. She wants it. Fill her. I wanna see it leakin' out her cunt."
Beth bites her lip, eyes squeezing closed just as Daryl's fly open. "That ain't your fuckin' call, Rick," he growls.
A smile almost lifts her mouth but she lets Rick play the game he's playing when he continues, "I said cum now."
"Fuck you," Daryl spits back and his eyes connect with hers when she opens them. "Beth m'gonna, I can't – I can't stop it, I can't…" he falters and then he goes rock still, a broken howl flooding over her skin as he spills hot reams of cum in her pussy.
Beth moans, clenching her cunt just so he spasms and when he does Rick's breath cuts out and his eyes go glassy before his head falls against Daryl's, apparently spilling his own load in Daryl's ass. When he's done, he pulls out with Daryl's pained grunt and rolls off to her right side.
Daryl mirroring him, rolls to her left and they all pant breathlessly in a body of sweaty, slick limbs, her legs entangling with both of them. "Beth, m'sorry," Daryl murmurs and it's pained, full of shame.
Beth actually feels bad that Rick fucked with him. She rolls her head to face him with a smile. "I got an' implant. Y'know 'fore all this shit. Rick knew."
Daryl's eyes flood with relief before they narrow and he lifts up with a burst of energy to punch Rick in the leg. "Asshole."
Rick laughs as he jerks away from another punch. "Next time, just do as you're fuckin' told, asshole."
Beth finds herself smiling. She's not just comfortable in her orgasmic bliss, she's comfortable with them. She's smiling because Daryl refused to knock her up without her consent, even challenging Rick. She's smiling because Rick claimed her, claimed them both.
She's smiling because for the first time since her Mama died she don't feel so lost, so hazy and transparent in the world.
Actually, she feels kind of found and that's dangerous because it's intoxicating. Dangerous because it's like a drug and a fix she'll need often.
A fix she won't be willing to give up.