For a very long time, there is contentment.
Sleeping in a tangle of three bodies, limbs splayed and mouths gaping. Hot, passionate sex, whenever they get their hands on each other. Sometimes no sex, when she's cramping up or one of the three of them is busy. Its contentment, not classically defined as a relationship because it's not as simple as that, but a companionship of sorts, a dark need threading them all orgasms still sweep her away, the lust still blows her mind but they've cooled off a little compared to their younger, explosive ways. Steadied their hands, more bark than bite, and more dirty talk than real action.
It's harder to navigate them now, harder to not notice that the people around her see her sex bruises, her love bites by two different mouths. Harder to keep being as dark as they were behind closed doors, when they emerge out into the open. With both Judith and Carl growing older, and Carl asking questions, Maggie too. All of them trying to understand what could possibly hold Beth, Rick and Daryl together. A lot happens in between, some good and some bad, some plain ugly. Through it all, Beth has her boys, but no one understands them, and no one wants to directly call them out either.
It's almost an unspoken agreement, that they'll take it easier, that they won't be as heavy handed, won't rough her up as much as usual. For a while it's okay because they still take care of her, and she takes care of them. Maybe that was the real reason she visited them so late that night, one after the other. To change things up a bit, to bring some spice back. When Rick said he would spank her, she never really took it too serious because they've toned it down, reeled that darkness in, gone vanilla. All bark, no bite. So when her eyes blink open into the darkness, there's no particular alarm in her but she can sense them.
She can always sense them.
"Turn over," Rick whispers above her, body a harsh outline even in the dark.
Something excited and heavy settles in her gut, something that compliments her barely awake state. Heightens it and stretches it out until, by the time she's made it on to her stomach, she's barely breathing. Her hair is a loose tangle about her face, heating her cheeks and scratching her bare skin. The air has been thick and humid these past few weeks, tonight no different and she fell asleep in just her vest top and panties. The blanket was strewn over her legs lightly in case anyone came in that wasn't Rick or Daryl, but now it shifts with her and exposes her lower half. Beth shivers despite the heat, blinking the sleep out of her eyes.
Her cell is all shadows, but she can see Daryl leaning against her wall in the sliver of moonlight penetrating her curtains. One foot braced against it, the other planted firmly on the floor and his arms crossed over his broad chest. He's smirking and she knows him in such a way that his smirk reads told y' I weren't gonna stop him. Beth's still just lying there, looking up at Rick, waiting on Rick. He's always been the leader of the three of them. Always had a darker vision, a lustier need. A potent aura, a raw display of power. She thinks about what he looked like in his uniform back on the farm, the authority he wielded deep in his skin, accentuating the outfit.
Shivering again, she wiggles her body a little on the bed, her skin hot and clammy. The anticipation is killing her. She hasn't a clue why they're here but there's one possibility she's entertaining, and that's that Rick's come to spank her for telling on him. For being so proud of her accomplishments that he had to beg her to stop. Now he's going to make her beg, she can feel it like a conviction. For what she's not sure, but she's eager to find out. He's spanked her here and there, they both have. When they're fucking her, when they pass her and before bed. Light little taps that made her twitch and gasp, grow moist for.
She tries to imagine what it will feel like when he's putting intent into it. When he's punishing her and she whimpers, wiggling again. "Rick…"
The palm of his hand touches on her head and she flinches, because she can kind of see but mostly she can't. The darkness is an added aphrodisiac, another piece of the fantasy and she's already hot and wet, her bones aching with her need. Beth whimpers again, nuzzles into his hand, thinks maybe he'll skip it all and just make her feel good.
She's wrong.
"Daryl, come take these panties off."
Beth sucks in a breath and with it her bottom lip, her teeth biting down into the soft flesh and instantly stinging. Daryl stalks closer silently, a whisper of his clothes on the wall and then nothing. She loses him in the darkness as he crosses the floor of her cell, her heart rate increasing with each moment he isn't in her line of sight. Then he appears, hands on her hips before she even sees him and she gasps, her bottom lip popping free of the torture of her teeth. They always do this to her, make her crave, make her need, make her depraved and she still can't work out how. She would love to replicate it, love to string them as tight as they string her.
It's something they've mastered though and she hasn't got a hope in the world trying to unpick it. The callouses on Daryl's fingers scrape across the tender flesh of her hips as he hooks them into the sides of her panties. He doesn't pull them down immediately, and there's a few moments of him paused there, Rick's hand still on her hair. The room is throbbing with tension as much as she is between her legs. What they have planned, what they're going to do to her. The thought of them discussing it makes her whimper, turn her head so her lips find Rick's palm and kisses it. Even though she can't see him, she knows from past experience that he's smiling. It always makes him smile.
"Nice an' slow, Daryl. I wanna to sweat."
She is sweating. Fat beads clinging at her brow and nape, the backs of her knees; the dip of her spine. Daryl does as instructed, rolling the fabric down her ass cheeks with precise slowness. Beth lifts her hips to help, to make the torture go faster but then Rick's free hand plants onto her lower back, pressing her hard into the mattress. Beth gasps, the fabric of her panties nestling into her slit and dragging across her swollen clit as Daryl keeps tugging, until they sit under the globes of her ass. He tucks them into the creases between her cheeks and thighs, nestling them securely in place.
Like this, with Rick forcing her down, they latch around her clit in the front, almost uncomfortable and unbearably erotic. A few twitches of her hips and the friction could make her cum, they know this, the bastards. Rick knows it especially, with all the force he's pushing into her spine so she stays still.
"Swap wit' me," Rick mutters to Daryl.
For a beautiful moment, there's release as they swap positions. Like the edge of an orgasm pulled back, denial in the wickedest form. Beth gasps out a desperate breath, trying to breathe deep as she watches them in the heavy darkness, and picking out their shadows as her eyes adjust. Daryl moves closer to her head and Rick to her lower half. It's now Daryl's hand that pushes down on her hips, forcing her bulging clit to rub against the panties and the sheet beneath her. Beth whines under her breath, turning her head into her pillow to bite it, find sanity in a world of lust and need.
"Y'know why I'm here, Beth?" Rick whispers.
She lifts her head from her pillow, turns it in a downwards angle so she can look at him. Faintly, she can find the smirk decorating his mouth with promised ruin. She nods, sure he can see her in the darkness.
"Tell me," he mutters, glancing briefly to Daryl when he places his free hand on Beth's shoulder, strokes it softly.
The tension brewing in her begins to relax and she's a little looser when she whispers, "'cause I told Daryl you begged me to stop." There's a little smugness in her words, but she's gonna be spanked anyway, so why not?
Daryl lets out an amused little snort, his fingers sweeping up her neck until she's flooded with goose bumps. "Y' always make it harder on y'self, girl."
"An' she knows it," Rick affirms, shaking his head with that smirk still on his face. "M'thinkin' five for tellin' you, an' five for bein' cocky."
Beth whimpers, pressing her face further against Daryl's thigh where he's stood by her head, straining her neck. "Was worth it to hear you beg," she throws out as a parting shot.
"An' an extra one on her pussy for that mouth."
Oh, God.
"Seems fair," Daryl agrees pleasantly, his fingers now stroking her earlobe.
"Keep her mouth busy, Daryl, don't wanna wake up half the block," Rick whispers as he strokes his fingers over her thigh.
There's a fine tremor already running through her, but when Daryl pulls his hands free of her body to undo his belt, she's fully trembling. They haven't tag teamed her in a long, long time and the thought of them doing it now feels like a dream. When his belt is undone and his fly free, his cock escapes and even in the darkness she sees the pre-cum. It's weeping at the engorged tip, straining against his belly and she stifles another whimper. His hand takes her head, turning it at an angle that's uncomfortable for her, but right for him, just how they like it.
Beth's mouth is salivating, her thoughts on the first time she ever took him in her mouth, how young they were, how much has changed and yet never this. Daryl's other hand takes a hold of his thick shaft, his thumb dancing along the underside of his cock, over the bulging vein until he hisses. He pushes his hips forward, his knees clanging lightly off the side of her bed. She knows Rick's watching, hands completely still on her body and it makes her so wet, knowing he can see the head of Daryl's cock parting her lips. They groan in unison, all three of them, falling into that rhythm they know so well.
Daryl's one hand holds her face, and the other presses against the top bunk, making it creak. Rick's hand presses to her spine, bringing that pressure between her legs back and his other tenderly rubs her thighs and ass, stroking and kneading, winding her up. With Daryl's cock sinking deeper in her mouth, his hot, heavy length stuffing her cheeks, she's completely taken by surprise when Rick hits her. It's light, lighter than he's ever spanked her before, easing her in but it still sends shock waves beneath her skin. She moans and Daryl does too, his fingers digging into her scalp.
When Rick spanks her other cheek it's harder, bringing the pain scale up and she jerks forward, swallowing Daryl down. He chokes something broken, scrabbles his fingers in her hair, his hips strained against her face like he's holding back. Beth is sweating, her ass cheeks burning with only those minor slaps and so much need she could burst. The panties against her clit give her delicious friction every time Rick spanks her, no room for her body to move under his pinned hand on her lower back. The next hit is harder than his other two and it makes her head spin, her tongue thoughtless as it swirls around Daryl's cock. He seems to enjoy it anyway, his hips twitching up into her mouth, barely restrained.
Rick is panting in the quiet room, the sound of it louder than his slaps and their moans. She's so wet already and the noise of his breathing makes her hotter, her skin in flames. "Go in on her Daryl, don't hold back," Rick grits out, his hand squeezing her ass so sharply she nearly bites Daryl's dick off.
She manages to change the pressure of her teeth and only lightly scrapes them against the root of him, so buried he is in her mouth. Daryl groans through his teeth above her, pressing past her lips so deep he's halfway down her throat. The sensations coursing through her make her heady. The ache of her neck and jaw, the dull pain of Daryl's fingers in her hair, the bulge in her throat, the breath she can't catch. All the breath is stampeding through her nostrils, trying to bring her air but when Rick lands his fourth smack she doesn't think she can ever breathe again.
This is one hurts and yet her pussy squeezes so desperately she clenches her thighs together. The fifth and sixth slap happen in quick succession, his large, hot hand bouncing between her cheeks. She's gasping around Daryl's cock now, slobbering on him and she can't really move her head.
Taking note of her struggle, he begins to fuck his hips into her mouth instead, sinking and retreating, sinking and retreating. "Think our girl is… fuck, drippin', Rick. Bes'…" he falters, squeezes the bed frame so it squeals. "Bes' go harder. Four t' go."
Four.
The sweat is everywhere now, clinging to everything and she's so desperately full of lust she could scream. Wet is oozing between her pussy lips, she can physically feel it. Rick hums, strokes his fingers between her legs so she jerks and swallows around Daryl. He hisses, speeding his pace now, rocking her head on her shoulders until she can barely keep up. Fire is burning through her neck and jaw muscles, and it joins in an inferno between her legs when Rick's seventh slap rings off her left ass cheek. The pain is unreal, tearing through her body in waves of heat that harden her nipples.
The sheer joy of sensation tightens her core muscles until she's sure she could come just from one more smack. They're all panting, Rick's the loudest and she loves how much this turns him on, loves the dark lust that boils in his hand when it connects with her right cheek. More screaming pain, more friction, more sweat. She's not gonna make it. She mewls on Daryl's cock, pushes him so deep she gags. Daryl's hand clamps in her hair, keeping her there, his cock pulsing warningly. Her face is pressed deep in his groin, his coarse public curls brushing her cheek as she keeps swallowing, keeps trying to find air.
When Rick delivers her ninth blow, it rips through her brain with the sheer brutality of it, so loud it rings through the room. She screams against Daryl's cock and he releases a sound full of wild, manic pleasure, his own throat strangling it hoarse as hot reams of cum burst across her tongue. They trail down her throat in thick waves, chocking her, gagging her until he pulls his cock out and sprays the rest on her cheek. Gasping like a drowning woman, near delirious, Rick lands his tenth blow. It's a lot softer than his ninth one, and the ones leading up to it, confusing her.
Until he lands his last blow. The one between her legs, directly on her pussy. Hard and unforgiving, near violent in its intensity. The surge deep inside her is as beautiful as a cock sliding into it, tipping her so close to the edge, she bites her pillow and releases a sound of pure frustration. She lays there for a moment, catching her breath, burning and burning, Rick's fingers rubbing her hot flesh.
"Shit," Daryl mutters into the silence as he leans his head against the arm braced on the bunk. "Haven' cum like that in a while."
"Beth hasn' been this wet in a while, neither," Rick whispers with heat, his fingers sliding over her damp inner thighs.
She whimpers, beyond sanity and reality. "Please."
"What's that, sweetheart?" Rick asks with innocence, like he doesn't know.
His broad hand is still spanning her lower back but she pushes back against it, spread her legs. "Please."
"Think she wants you to fuck her, Rick," Daryl drawls, lazily putting his glistening dick away.
She whimpers and nods desperately, her hot cheek against her pillow nearly too much sensation. "M'so close."
"Me too, sweetheart. Gonna be nice an' fast, that what you what?"
Oh, God. Please.
"Rick, please, please. I'll do anythin', please," she all but sobs, her fingers clenching her pillow, her pussy a burning, needy thing all of its own.
"Since y' asked so nicely," he whispers, the sound of his zipper coming undone sending a spike of adrenaline coursing through her wired body. "I'll make you come, sweet girl."
Beth sobs with relief when he climbs on the bunk, spreading her legs so he can fit between them. She glances up at Daryl watching, her anticipating strung high as it combines with his, so palpable in his eyes. When Rick's moved her panties to the side, his cock head presses to her opening and she reaches out to grab Daryl's dangling hand, squeezing it. At the same moment Rick pushes into her tight walls, hissing as she squelches obscenely, Daryl's fingers pop into her mouth. She sucks on them with a moan, Rick's cock forcing deeper past her wet inner walls, driving her into the mattress. She cants her hips as much as she can, so dangerously close already.
He was serious when he said it would be over fast. He doesn't break her in, doesn't set a pace and then expand. He presses both hands to her spine, crushing her and drives into her with single minded purpose. His hips slam against her ass, his cock deep and hard, thick and wide, his sounds dirty and thrusts hard. Beth bites into Daryl's fingers to contain her noises, her panties still latched around her clit at the front, providing a kind of friction that's magical. Eyes rolling into her skull, she sucks on Daryl's fingers again, moaning around them as one of Rick's hands dives in her hair, yanks her head back.
Daryl moves with them, keeping his fingers in her mouth, breathing heavy. She squeezes her eyes closed, her walls fluttering as she bites down again, her hands pressed hard against the mattress. Against Rick's battering thrusts she tries to throw her hips back but he has all the control, all the power and it's that thought that sends her careening over the edge. The orgasm is a strong kick to the head she can't survive, and she goes so tight, so rigid she feels like she could break. Rick's head drops to her throat, teeth latching in her tender flesh, and he expels all his sounds into her skin, his hot cum bursting against her front wall until it's flowing out of her as fast as it flows in.
Moving his fingers out of her mouth, Daryl crouches down when her and Rick collapse, breathing heavily. Rick's mouth nuzzles at her throat and her eyes droop, Daryl's body suddenly pushing onto the bed. They make room for him, still breathing heavy. It's a little uncomfortable, her vest skewered on her upper half. She's too cocooned by them both to move though.
"You cunt felt so good today, sweetheart," Rick whispers against her throat.
Daryl's head on her other side presses sweet kisses into her shoulder. "Lemme feel." She whimpers even before he parts her legs, but the gruttal sound that crawls up her throat as he pushes his fingers inside her is obscene.
"Fuck," Rick breathes, his fingers meeting Daryl's, both of them smearing Rick's oozing cum and playing with her.
Beth jerks and shakes, near sobbing, pulled too tight with sensation. They both stop together and she releases her tense bones like her strings have been cut. "Jesus."
Daryl's fingers raise from her cunt and slide into his mouth, his moan one of appreciation. "Get some sleep girl, y' might find my head buried in your cunt when you wake up."