His Woman (DISCONTINUED!!)

~Part 4~

Chapter 4- Dreams *warning Viewer Discretion Advised*

                        "Sir Meliodas, w-what are you..." He silenced her by slanting his mouth over hers. He reveled in her soft moan and the feel of her body pressed against his. He could just lose himself in her, sometimes... and this was one of those times. Her sweet taste, the feel of her body, oh how he needed her. He could feel his darkness surge forth. He tried to fight it off but, this time, he was powerless against it. Meliodas was overcome with the need to mate her, claim her, mark her, fuck her senseless.

Meliodas gripped Elizabeth roughly and practically threw her down on the floor. The next thing either of them knew he had torn her clothes off and tossed them aside. Elizabeth cried out in embarrassment as she was exposed to him, and she looked up at him with wide and fear-filled eyes as his demon markings came forth. He should have been able to stop there, especially when he saw her eyes. He usually had much more control over this, and he was fighting his inner self with all his might. Why... why was he unable to stop himself?

"S-sir Meliod-" he cut her off with another kiss, this one hungry and demanding. She tried to push him off but she was just a weak little human. He barely even noticed her feeble attempt and, when he did, he pinned her hands to the floor with ease. He sat up slightly and looked down at her exposed body, marveling in how beautiful and how delicious she looked. He groaned as the need to fuck her overcame him. In the next second his clothes were gone and he was leaning over the princess. He growled hungrily as he hooked her legs over his shoulders and ground against her. The princess let out a frightened cry and he barely registered the scent of tears in the air. He nipped at her leg roughly when her squirming became too annoying. "No, please! No!" Elizabeth was crying but he didn't hear her. Or he didn't care. He let loose a terrifying growl as he surged his hips forward.

The instant he was buried within her he was overcome with bliss. Fuck, she was so tight! But that screaming was annoying. He clamped a hand over her mouth as he set a fast, rough pace, enjoying the feel of her tight heat sliding around him. There was no love in his actions, no care or tenderness. He was a monster letting out his carnal desires. He was claiming his mate as his and his alone. He moaned as he felt his fangs elongate at the scent of her virgin blood. The need to mark her filled him and he leaned down towards her neck. Without hesitation, he buried his fangs deeply into the soft flesh there, groaning as her sweet blood filled his mouth. So delicious. So perfect! And she was all his!

Meliodas let loose a sound that could only be considered a roar of satisfaction as he found his end. He came deep within his little mate, heedless of her sobbing beneath him. A flicker of his lighter self came forward and he was filled with hatred and regret. He'd just raped his sweet, innocent Elizabeth! He'd betrayed her in the worst of ways! And then the light was gone as the need to fuck came yet again. His dark self grinned at his lighter half in victory. He had won this battle.

Meliodas awoke with a start, quickly sitting up. It took him a full minute to realize that it had all just been a horrible dream. A deliciously wonderful... horrible dream. What was wrong with him?! He'd taken such pleasure in raping Elizabeth, and it hadn't been just his darkness. He, as the light side, had enjoyed it, too!

He grasped at his hair as he hunched over, staring blankly at the dirt and grass beneath him. Where was he? He remembered almost losing it and attacking Elizabeth in the tavern, then leaving to cool off. He seemed to be in the middle of a forest, and he couldn't smell or sense the other sins nearby. Had he really wandered off that far? He looked up from his moping and noticed that dawn was breaking. He should probably head back... but could he even control himself once he finally returned? That dream played in his mind yet again and he groaned at how delicious his princess had been. He could still taste her blood on his tongue. It was enough to make his fangs come out, until he realized what was happening and he forced them away.

He was a mess. What was he going to do? The warning his darkness had left him haunted him. If he didn't claim Elizabeth his way by the time mating season came, his darkness would take over fully, and take her no matter what. Still, it was a gamble to take her before mating season, too. He was unstable, and his darkness would still surge forth if he tried to go that far with Elizabeth. But he knew that, at least that way, his darkness wouldn't take her by force. He had a deep understanding with his inner self. It was him, after all. They were one and the same. He knew that he didn't want to hurt Elizabeth, either, and he wouldn't... unless it came down to mating season where he would be controlled solely by instincts. He knew from past experiences, that never ended well. He doubted he would kill Elizabeth, since she was who he'd decided would be his mate... but he would not hesitate to take her by force, or even hurt her if it came down to it.

So he had to get Elizabeth to sleep with him before mating season. All while knowing his darkness would come forth, no matter what. Her first time would not be sweet or gentle, and he hated that it had come to this. But he would rather be rough and have her enjoy it than take her by force and hurt her. Meliodas let out an annoyed groan. No matter what, his darkness was going to win. How he hated his heritage in that moment.

Curse his damn father for ever siring him.