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This story is unedited *sorry* and I hope it delivers well because I haven't proofread it yet. It doesn't follow either of my other stories but it's all I could think of. I love you all and feel free to send some love my way as well, I'm a glutton for compliments!

Love, Lady Ash*

An eternity was caged inside Elizabeth's mind. Lifetimes of wanting to breach the surface, to call out to him; and for the next 3 days, it was possible. A bittersweet time they would not dare waste.

Elizabeth's breath ceased in the hollow of her chest, her lungs fighting to restart, yet his touch made it impossible to do so. She was frozen against him as he leaned into her, his slightly parted lips pressing against hers. The velvet skin tasted of berries at the peak of ripeness.

"I've waited too long to be inside you again, Elizabeth." The demon inside him growled.

Meliodas' slick tongue grazed against the fullness of her upper lip, teasing her with his delicious essence, enticing her to beg for more.

In desperation, her small hand tangled the hair on the base of his neck. Her fingernails scratching his scalp gently as she pulled him deeper into her atmosphere, his golden locks held hostage by her grip until she was satisfied with his touch.

Meliodas' mouth parted against her, a rumbling moan erupting from his throat at her eagerness. His hand gripped tightly on her hip, his nails digging through the fabric of her gown. She craved his fingers to capture her naked skin in that manner, to dig into her flesh. She would welcome the pain that accompanied it, to be as rough as she could sense he was beneath the surface. To have the monster everyone else feared be hers to tame.

Meliodas' tongue slipped between her separated lips, roughly gliding over its surface, dancing across with the desire to explore every inch of her willing mouth. Elizabeth felt his member grow against her thigh, struggling with the tight clothing between them.

Meliodas pushed them three modest steps forward, his hand rising to cradle the back of her head. The breath forced from her chest as he slammed them into the closed door of Elizabeth's room.

His body leaned down, deepening the connection of their kiss. His left-hand trails down the cords of Elizabeth's dress, plucking the laces with impatient fingers. His other gripping beneath her jaw, his thumb tracing across her skin.

Meliodas' teeth clasped Elizabeth's lower lip, pulling it out slightly before releasing his hold. Elizabeth watched his chest rise and fall in a desperate attempt to control his pants. The delicious scent of his breath tickled against her cheek, his forehead resting against hers.

Gods, what did he do to her to make her feel this way about him. Frantic for his touch, craving his taste, and desperate for the sound of his voice. She couldn't imagine ever having enough of him.

"Stop me now, or else I won't quit until you're screaming my name." He almost dared her, the pupil of his eyes swirling with desire.

A dare she would not heed, regardless of how hard he'd beg.

His lips grazed across hers with want, Elizabeth's fingers clutching the collar of his tunic as she pulled him into her. Before their lips touched, she whispered, "Make me."

His mouth was hungry with need as they crashed into hers, the calm of their previous kiss overshadowed by the rough command of this one. Elizabeth felt as his nails hooked the lacing of her gown. Ever so slowly, he pulled his fingers downwards, ripping the delicate fabric from her body. A white satin corset was all that remained to cover her body.

Elizabeth followed his lead, lifting the loose tunic from his stomach, tugging them over his broad shoulders. Meliodas gripped the shirt, tossing it to the side.

Elizabeth's core melted at the sight of him, the toned muscles of his stomach rippling across in a perfect pattern of eight. The deep-v of his lower abdomen drew her gaze down, her finger latching the hem of his pants.

Meliodas' hand gripped her wrist, holding it above her head, his head buried in the crook of her neck.

Elizabeth took it as her moment to inhale his scent. She found it intoxicating, comforting even. It made her feel somewhat at home, in this short amount of time, drifting towards him, waiting until she washed onto his shore.

His hands slid to the crease of Elizabeth's backside at the top of her thighs, lifting her higher on the door. Instinctively, she spread her legs around him, straddling his waist, his cock pressing against her core through their clothes.

With Elizabeth wrapped around his waist, her hands clutching his hair, and her mouth exploring his, he turned their bodies. His large boot kicked backward, the door slamming open with the same force of a great storm. Their eyes remained closed as he carried her towards her bed.

Elizabeth's body bounced against the plush mattress, the fullness of her breasts threatening to escape the confines of her corset, which felt too tight around her heaving bosom, yet she couldn't find the words to beg him to rip it off of her.

The round posters of her bed were covered in rose pink curtains, sheltering her from the world. All she could see was him, standing at the separation of the fabric, unbuckling his trousers. The candlelight shadowed the soft features of his face, making him seem focused and dangerous.

Rather than shying away from the darkness he emanated, she welcomed it, begging the gods to have him release the demon within, onto her this night.

Meliodas' last remaining clothes fell to the floor, exposing all of his glory to her. His muscular thighs spread just slightly, the sack between them rested tightly behind his girth. The tip of his member glistened with want, threatening to drip.

Elizabeth's had an intense urge to sit up and lick from base to tip, would he taste as sweet there? She wondered as his body leaned down to hers, stealing the opportunity to taste his length. Meliodas' forearm held him away from her frame, keeping his weight from overwhelming her.

His rough hand skimmed from her pelvis up to her palm, intertwining his fingers between hers. Her swollen lips crashed into his, craving his flavor. She would never have the need to taste anything other than him, or the want.

Meliodas' tongue teased her desperate mouth, staying just far enough away for her to sample what was to come. Her tongue slid out to meet his, only for him to pull away, much to Elizabeth's torment.

Elizabeth had always considered herself a patient woman, but right now, at this moment, she wanted to flip him onto his back and take what she craved. Instead, she wove her free hand into his silver hair, forcing him deeper into her greedy mouth.

His left hand circled her throat, gripping tight enough to make his point. A sharp inhale left his clenched teeth as he pulled back.

"No, no, love. I plan on taking my time with you." He growled, sending a shiver down Elizabeth's spine.

Gods above, she had never felt such longing before, such a desperate need for someone.

His right hand left the confounds of her fingers, trailing down to the curve of her corset between her breasts, hooking it with his fingers. She gasped as he brutally ripped the fabric from her body, tossing it to the floor beside them.

The peak of her breasts hardened with the cold. Elizabeth found herself clenching her legs together in an attempt to release some of the built-up pressure between her thighs. The friction pulsed against her swollen clit, gods she was so close already, and yet he had hardly even touched her.

His left leg wedged between hers, separating them and forcing a whimper from her pouting lips.

"Please," She begged, not caring if she sounded desperate because she was.

Meliodas lowered his lips to her left breast, taking the hardened bud into the warmth of his mouth. His tongue swirled slowly around, before suddenly and sharply sucking the tender flesh. Elizabeth gasped, her body arching closer to his.

Before switching to her other breast, he gripped her nipple between his teeth, nibbling the hardened pebble. His pelvis pressed into her soaked core, rubbing the fabric of her panties against his exposed member. His hand tightened around her throat at the friction, and she jerked downwards to meet his thrust.

"That's a good girl." He groaned, "So eager."

She was soaked to her core, dripping down to the bed.

"Meliodas," She pleaded as he trailed his mouth down her exposed stomach. At the sound of his name, his hand tightened, his mouth stilling around her naval before pulling away. His eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his beautiful face as he slid her last remaining article of clothing from her body.

Elizabeth's heart slammed against her chest, like a blacksmith working a hardened piece of steel. Her head defied her pounding heart, feeling as though she were sinking into the ocean. Her eyes rolled back, revealing the shimmering white behind them.

She was drowning in his touch, and her only hope was to sink deeper.

His tongue caressed her soaked panties, forcing a moan from her trembling mouth. It sounded raspy and overused in her ears.

Meliodas' tongue crooked around the fabric, giving her a tease of the wet muscle. The smooth skin of her folds tightened against his breath, pulsing within her core with a desperation she had only know in novels.

She wanted to beg, every grain of her demanded it, yet she refrained. She let him explore her body, each touch drawing her closer to the liberation she desired. She had waited hundreds of years between each of their fleeting moments, she could wait mere moments now. She would only need to be patient, which proved to be the most challenging thing in her entire existence.

As if the gods heard her prayer, Meliodas slipped her last article of clothing from her body, pulling it down her legs tortuously slow. Before the garb left her form, his mouth was on her skin once more, beginning at her ankle, peppering tender kisses up her smooth calf, across her thick thighs, stopping at the crease between her legs.

Elizabeth stilled in anticipation, waiting for the sweet connection to take place. She could feel his breath on her heat, cooling the scalding pressure she felt. His lips gently kissed the soft cushion above her lips, then another to the sensitive skin between her core and thigh.

She squired up, attempting to rush his torment, only to be clamped down tightly to the bed, his arm resting heavily on the base of her stomach. Her objections silenced by a rough lick of his tongue, below her hole to the tip of her clit.

Meliodas' tongue violently assaulted her swollen nub, circling with relentless endurance. His violet eyes watching every quiver and jerk of her body, similar to studying painting in a gallery. Her left leg tight around his shoulder, her right pressed against the bed by his elbow.

Her release happened suddenly, without warning to prepare her, her body jolted into his mouth, her clit pulsing in thunderous waves. Clenching her cervix as she rode out the blinding climax. Elizabeth gasped as another wave hit, caused by him moaning against her, his claws digging into her hip as her juices flowed against his tongue.

Her vision specked white, she lay still, feeling him trail rushed kisses up her body until his mouth found hers. Elizabeth's sucked his tongue into her mouth, tasting herself on him. Meliodas' natural taste of ripe blueberries mixed into the new flavor of rainwater and faintly plums.

He smirked against her eager lips, a cocky edge resting in his eyes while Elizabeth clawed his biceps. She could have easily mistaken him for stone, her fingers tracing every defined muscle and dip. With determination, Elizabeth tightened her grip, throwing her weight to the right in an attempt to straddle his waist.

His chuckled brought a smile to her lips, and she found him rolling over to settle her where she wanted, "You've got me." he put his hands up in defeat, his attempt at composure was admirable, but the playful glint in his eyes gave him away.

To wipe the smirk off his face, Elizabeth slid her folds up his hard member. The sharp inhale he took showed her that she made her point.

"Careful, love." He growled, his hands tight around her waist.

"I don't know what you mean?" A coy smile formed on her flushed face, her wet core rubbing across him once again.

"You're a succubus, aren't you?" His head threw back to the pillow, his eyes tight. She took his moment of discomposure to grip his member, soaked in her arousal, placing it at her entrance, "I see no goddess in those deviant eyes of yours."

A growl accompanied an upwards thrust of his hips, the air sucked between her teeth at the sudden pain, the tip of him spreading her wide around him.

"Fuck, Love. I'm sorry." Meliodas pulled her down, his forehead touching hers, "I forget how new this body is to you."

Elizabeth moved against him, grinding her pelvis on top of his. She expected tremendous pain during her first, in this body, but rather than pain, she felt a delicious fullness within, one that seemed should always have been there. Like her body was lacking a vital tool for her being.

Elizabeth bit her lower lip, lowering farther down on top of him, his length spreading her beyond what she could imagine possible. She wanted more she craved more.

As if Meliodas could sense it, his hips forced her body up, her short legs struggling to raise high enough from his body. He began to move his hips, his mouth clasping around the hard nub of her breast, she found herself moving against him, erupting quiet growls from his throat, riding him like she would a wild animal, her supple breast bouncing with each motion.

Impatiently, he flipped her onto her back. His member buried deep within her. When his mouth found Elizabeth's, she pulled his lower lip between her teeth, as he has done to her a dozen times before, roughly biting the swollen skin. His hand sped to her throat, circling the slender neck with ease, thrusting deep into her core. A pleasurably scream filling the room as he roughly forced himself inside her over and over again.

Each thrust forced her towards the headboard for him to grip her hip and pull her back onto him. She felt like a toy he was handling for his own pleasure, and she loved it. Elizabeth wanted to be used by him, without the worry of being overheard through the palace. She only thought of him deep inside her body, filling her, claiming her for his own.

She felt the familiar burn in her womb, warning her of another climax, her body quivering, anxious for release. Elizabeth's manicured nails deeply embedded into his shoulders, bracing against his wild thrusts. She could feel his member twitch inside her, growing harder as he neared his own release.

"Come for me, love." He demanded, sucking the lobe of her ear into his mouth, kissing the spot just beneath it. She could smell burnt cedar in the air as her body heeded his command, her back arching into his, her small form convulsing in rolling waves of pleasure.

"Meliodas" She found herself screaming through the bliss.

The sound of his name on her lips forced his own release, his seed spilling into her, a demonic groan leaving his divine lips.