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A/N: Nothin but a dirty reality stretcher below. Lol!

Southern Games

Chapter 8

The morning sun filtered through the open window bathing the room in panels of light. The light flickered across the old wooden floor altered by the curtains sway and shift in the early morning breeze. The effect creating pockets of dark and light around the room. Daryl's fingers pressed insistently along the well worn inner seam of Carol's cargo pants. Harder and harder as if trying to blaze right through the cotton material. Their breathless pants rhythmically filled the room.

Carol's hands coasted up and down Daryl's back dipping into his jeans sliding over the taunt skin of his bare ass.

Daryl's hand moved up from her crotch wedging it's way. There was little space between their bodies and his hand struggled to get at the button of her pants. Desperate. Frantic. Daryl tugged hard popping the button off. He didn't bother with the zipper instead wiggling his hand inside between her and the material. He grunted feeling the silky smoothness of those pink bikini panties. His fingers dipped down, deeper. Her panties were wet. He groaned and pulled his hand back up before unceremoniously shoving it back down this time underneath her panties. "Carol," he moaned, encountering the soft damp curls covering her mound.

Carol's fingers dug into his ass. His hand was in her pants. Touching her. Under her panties. Oh God. His hand was warm, a contradiction of textures both soft and rough. His fingers moved lower playing in her hair down there. The ache between her legs continued to build.

Daryl reveled in the feel of her under his fingertips. He wanted to explore each delectable inch. Touch her everywhere. Taste her everywhere. Saliva pooled in his mouth, taste her. Fuck, yes. He wanted everything. His fingers parted her slipping into the warm softness. He explored touching her everywhere. His fingertips danced over the inner lips of her before sliding up to find her clit, circling the petite nub. "Fuck. Baby, you feel so good ere." Daryl whispered, huskily.

Carol pressed her lips together to keep from crying out in pleasure. Daryl's thumb was playing with her clit, rubbing ever so softly in concentric circles around the nub. Her legs began to tremble. Her core throbbed and her belly tensed.

Daryl lifted his mouth somewhat reluctantly from his happy spot ensconced at her throat but he could feel her body's response and needed to watch her come undone. He could feel her fighting it though he wasn't sure why. He would need to push it, push her. He wanted her orgasm too badly to let her fight it and more important she needed it. Daryl shifted his fingers drawing the hood covering her clit upward.

Carol jerked in surprise her eyes flying open to look at him. What was he doing?

"It's okay, Carol. I want you to feel it baby. I want to feel you," he cooed as started to stroke her exposed nub. He made sure to move lightly at first his eyes locked on hers which had begun to glaze over.

"Daryl," she whimpered.

"Ya so soft, Carol. It feels so good touching ya. God, baby." Daryl closed his eyes briefly. He began to move his fingertips faster keeping the touch light.

Carol tried to breathe. He was seemingly everywhere at once his eyes burning into hers, his fingers intimately tightening her to an almost painful point. She tried to keep control. She relished control even though she had had very little in her life. Her legs were shaking now. Then Daryl pressed harder. Hard. Fast. The heat burned through her. Carol thrust her hips up. "More...faster...harder," Carol pleaded.

Daryl rubbed vigorously. "That's it baby. Let go. Please, baby. don't fight it. Give it to me, baby."

Carol cried out. Her vision swam as a feeling of unbelievable pleasure crashed over her. Her body vibrated with it. "Daryl!"

Daryl watched in awe as Carol experienced her first orgasm at his hands. Her body jerked underneath his, her eyes dilated further, lips parted, and face flushed. Oh fuck how he wanted that response when he was buried inside her.

Carol's body relaxed back into the bed. Oh, she felt so good. Her body hummed with contentment. She blinked up at Daryl who was smiling down at her with a crooked cocky smirk on his face.

"Ya good?" Daryl teased though his tone was soft.

Carol slipped her hands back to his ass and squeezed. "Mmmm."

Daryl grinned at her lazy smile. He kissed her softly before rising up on the bed.

A look of confusion crossed Carol's face.

Daryl slipped off the bed. His eyes narrowed as he looked down on her, a predator's gaze. He grabbed her right foot undoing her canvas sneaker. "Ya look so beautiful."

Carol blushed as he tossed her sneaker over his shoulder. He squeezed her toes.

Daryl grinned at her smile. A full on grin. As he pulled her left sneaker off, he enjoyed the moment. It was one that he had never experienced before. He didn't do this. Take his time. Laugh. Play? It was new and foreign but not unwelcome. "Up, babe." Daryl instructed as he moved between her legs grasping her pants which had pooled lower on her tiny hips. He pulled them down slowly, a wicked grin on his face.

Carol blushed harder. She could not believe they were doing this. Doing this in the during daylight.

Daryl moved back between her legs. His fingers splayed on both sides at the crux of her hips, rubbing her skin with his fingertips.

Carol shivered at their roughened texture.

His hands slid underneath the bikini strings on each side gliding across her soft, pale skin. Once. Twice. His fingers curled around the tiny strings the last time. He eased them slowly down the pale expanse of thigh watching as she was slowly exposed to him.

Carol's teeth sank into her bottom lip as she watched Daryl's face. His eyes were locked on her lower body, the intensity in them made her shiver with anticipation.

Daryl groaned as her light brown curls shielding her core came into view. "Carol, " he whispered his voice strained. He continued to pull the panties down her thighs to her lower calves and finally off her toes. Daryl looked down at her.

The look on his face was so raw. It made her quiver inside. He looked like he was ready to devour her. She pressed her legs together, clamping them there to contain the growing ache building inside.

Daryl's grasped her ankles with both hands, pulling her to the edge of the bed. "Don't. Please don't hide from me." Daryl applied a slight pressure causing her knees to bend and pulled her legs apart. He dropped to the floor on his knees between them.

There was a thunder in her ears, her heart was beating with a wildness that she couldn't begin to exclaim. Oh my god, what was he going to do.

Daryl leaned forward nuzzling his nose in her soft curls. He groaned loudly inhaling the unique scent that was exclusively hers. "Mmmm."

Carol's fingers fisted the bedspread.

Daryl leaned forward again, placing a small kiss on top of her curls. He slid his hands along her inner thighs rubbing up and down before pushing them further apart wedging his shoulders in between. His placed soft kisses down the length of her before sliding his tongue inward.

Carol white knuckled the bedspread. "Fuck," she whispered.

Daryl grinned, hearing the unrestrained swear. He slid his tongue up and down between the lips of her vagina. Tasting. He growled using his left hand to spread her further apart as he flattened his tongue licking her from top to bottom.

"Oh Jesus," Carol mumbled.

Daryl grinned, glad to know that he had her praying. He began to rub her clit softly with with his left thumb as his right hand held her opening.

Carol moaned. Her hips began to rock against his mouth and hand. Oh. Sweet. Jesus. She was going to come again. "Daryl," she cried out brokenly.

Daryl moved his right hand down circling her opening with his forefinger while his left hand worked her clit.

Oh God. The talents this man had. Carol's hip moved faster and faster.

Daryl slid his finger in fully not really expecting resistance. He growled when her body clamped down tightly on his lone finger, milking it. "Aw fuck," Daryl groaned, she was so fucking tight. His dick throbbed in his pants and he could feel pre-cum ooze out the top. "Fuck. Shit. Carol. I. Can't. Wait." Daryl spat the words out withdrawing his fingers and standing rapidly. He undid the top button of his jeans and hastily shoved them down his legs. He toed off his shoes and tripped over his pants almost falling in his need to get them off.

Carol watched him rid his self of both shoes and pants within thirty seconds on less. She was stunned. Her eyes wanted to linger on him, enjoy the site of him naked in front of her but he was hoisting her back up in the bed and crawling on top of her in rapid succession. She strained to see him but he was already settled atop her. His erection pressing against her stomach felt hot and big. Thick. Long. Her eyes darted downward, wanting to see. Daryl's thighs were keeping her legs apart. He reached down between them with his fingers sliding two into her and opening them. Carol moaned at the stretch. "Daryl," she whispered.

"Baby," he whispered dropping his forehead to hers. "Its gonna be a tight fit."

Oh God, she thought. She felt him continue stretching her with his fingers. He was preparing her for his entrance, the thought made her head spin.

Daryl lifted up balancing himself on one hand unable to wait even a second longer. He withdrew his fingers and gripped his throbbing dick maneuvering himself to her entrance.

Carol's hands gripped his lower back.

"Easy baby." Daryl whispered as he pressed forward. He pushed into her entrance with the head of his dick, the resistance almost shoving him back out. He pushed hard, thrusting the head in.

Carol's finger dug into his back as the blunt head of his dick breached the tight muscular ring of her entrance.

"Relax," Daryl encouraged. "I ain't gonna hurt ya."

Carol nodded.

"Carol," Daryl said, softly. " Look at me, baby."

Carol met his eyes.

"Ya feel so fuckin good." Daryl said.

Carol loosened her death grip on his back and rocked her hips underneath him. "I want you."

Daryl pushed in further, groaning at the tightness. She encased him tightly, her body slowly melded over his cock like molten wax. Hot. Warm. Wet. He worked his way inside.

Carol tried to relax. Her whole body was shaking. Ed had never stretched her like this. Daryl was thick inside her making the friction between her walls and his cock that much sweeter.

"Oh baby. Spread your legs, honey. Oh yeah just like that." Daryl cooed as worked his way deeper. His hands slid down along her inner thighs gripping them. He pulled them further apart sliding his arms underneath so that her legs were cradled in his arms and his hands were on her ass. He gripped her ass kneading the soft warm globes of flesh.

Carol had never felt so exposed. He had her completely spread apart as he continued to bury himself deeper and deeper. His mouth found hers stealing her breath with heated kisses and plunging tongue. Her body rioted with the sensations. The feel of his cock inside her. It was so thick and warm rubbing against her inner walls. His chest hair tickling her hard nipples as they moved together over and over. His tongue owning hers. It was too much. Her thighs started to tremble even before he bottomed out inside her.

Daryl could feel her tighten on his cock. She becoming more slick. Becoming more narrow. Oh fuck, she was going to come. Daryl moved faster. Her walls clenched around his cock. Oh fuck, that was so good. Daryl pulled his arm out from underneath her to balance. His other hand clasped her ass, keeping her flush to him. Their thrusting was frantic now. He was barely able to pull out to thrust back inside she was so fucking tight. He growled and she moaned. "God. Carol. Deeper baby." Daryl was pounding into her.

His body moved with hers over and over. Their skin coated in a fine sheen of sweat as they rocked together. Daryl reached forward gripping the oak headboard, thrusting as deep and as hard as was humanly possible.

Carol's hands slid to his ass. She gripped it locking her legs around him. Her heels pressed against his lower back as well.

"Carol," Daryl cried. "Come on. Don't fight it. Baby let go. So fuckin good."

Carol's body shook. The feeling spread all the way outward like a wave rippling across the ocean before crashing against the shore. It was too much, the sensation too intense. Tears coursed down her face. "Daryl," she cried as pleasure wracked her body.

Daryl wasn't entire sure he hadn't blacked out. His vision swam. All he could feel was the delicious rhythmic clasping and unclasping of her walls around his dick. His orgasm spilled forward coursing down the length of his cock and spilling out the tip coating her in his semen. "Carol!" Her name roared from his lips with an intensity that left little doubt whether or not everyone in the house heard his cry.

A/N: This was going to be the last chapter. Do you want a post coital chapter? I am thinking about writing a second Walking Dead fiction and need input. Would you want a second story and if so would you like a.) a teenage Daryl and Carol story, b.) a series of smutty one shots, or c.) a current story. I am only doing one story at a time because I started way too many on SVU and it is taking me forever to finish which is not fair to the readers. Let me know. I really hope you liked this. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. It means so much to me!