Senjin No Geruda

Her words sound almost aberrant, like pleas from a predators mouth, and Meliodas finds that he doesn’t care. Gelda feels like the thorns of a rose to him, a woman tailored to make her desires come true, all curves and sinful feminity that makes him almost delirious.

The sharp pain of her nails planted in his flesh snaps him back to reality, only to see her pretty face wracked in pleasure.

He hisses and gets a hold of her knees to press her long legs back, giving him a better access all to fuck her deeper. The table rattles over stone and the last remaining glasses shatter on the floor, though the lady doesn’t quite seem to mind being fucked like a tavern harlot.

“I bet that he never had the guts to fuck you like that.”

Gelda’s eyes fly open.

The fear of taunting Meliodas is gone, replaced by... pride. He has wounded her pride, making her feel like nothing, like someone not worth his time. She may have decided to submit to him, but she’ll be damned if she’ll be submissive.

Reaching up, she grabs his hair. “I’m more of a goddess than that slut you loved ever was,” Gelda says, then pulls his mouth down on hers.

She doesn’t know his reaction—doesn’t want to know—doesn’t even wait as she slants her mouth over his and tugs hard on his lip. She pushes her tongue in his mouth and takes a long lick before yanking his head back and his chin up. Then Gelda presses up on the table, his body hard and solid and unmoving as she latches on to his neck. She lathers his flesh with an open-mouthed kiss, his pulse thrumming just under the skin... oh how she would love to taste his blood, to drink him dry as she rode his cock, to make him whine in pleasure and pain...

                 ...Maybe another day.

She tugs his head so his ear is over her mouth. “Fuck me you damned demon,” pants Gelda breathlessly. “You better make me come.”

“Fuck,” he curses as his hips snap in place, his cock sheathed deep inside her body. She is hot, hot and wet and pulsing around him, hissing dirty, petty things in his ear that makes him want to make her either shut up or scream something else.

His hand wraps around her throat, tight enough to warn her. “You whore,” he growls in her face right as he rocks against her. He find wrenches the fabric of her dress completely from her body, leaving her chest bouncing from her corset from the steady pound of his hips.

“You look like you could take a lot, don’t you?”

A twinge of fear, piercing and delicious, shoots along Gelda’s spine. Her grip on him goes slightly slack as she trembles, the only sound the slap of his body as he pounds into her. 

                   What has she done? This isn’t her Zeldris whose fierceness was always tinged with fondness, whose rough edges he kept a tight hold onto as to never come close to pricking her. 

                                           .... This is Meliodas, and he could tear her apart.

But... it’s addictive. It’s hot and dangerous and she feels things she never has, the sharp knife of pleasure and pain, that death is imminent, and whether by his hands or his sex or his words she wants him to utterly destroy her. Gelda lets go a gasp, wriggling against him, as the thick cock fills her again and again—deeper, faster, more punishing than she had ever known.

Her eyes close and she moans as she turns her head to the side. His hand around her throat presses slightly, sending a bolt of pleasure to her clit, making her core squeeze hard around him. Her body is responding to him involuntarily, and Gelda arches her back towards him, lifting her breasts, wanting him to want her, wanting him to see what he could have if he just takes her.

                      “Take me...” she chokes out. 

The goddess is quiet for an uncomfortably long moment, contemplating the offer. An alliance with the vampire clan could be beneficial to stigma and their cause.

What would It cost them, however?

Why would king Izraf turn his back on the alliance he had already established with the demons?

Not to mention the fact that he didn’t seem like the type to want to put a stop to the war..

wait-

“Did you not just say you came for yourself, not as a representative? Now you claim to speak on behalf of king Izraf and all of the vampire clan? Your story doesn’t quite add up..”

Elizabeth took a step forward, Gelda wouldn’t make eye contact, which further added to her suspicion.

“What is your real purpose for being here? What is it you want from me?”

Gelda looks up sharply. “I am here for myself,” she insists. “I never said—”

The vampire swallows, taking a deep breath to steady herself as the goddess’ question lingers between them. What is her purpose? What does she want?

A list of everything Elizabeth has that Gelda does not swirls in an angry twist inside her chest: safety, security, an army at her fingertips— 

                                the demon she loves—

“You misunderstand me,” Gelda says carefully. “I do not speak for the king. I speak for myself. And I can deliver him to you.”

She narrows her eyes, her voice cold. “The king will be in your hands. Offer him what you want, coerce him if you wish. Kill him if he does not agree. Once Izraf is out of the way, the rest of the clan will be leaderless and afraid. They will join Stigma. The power of the clan will be yours.

Shit. He’s fucked, oh he’s so fucked. Her thighs spread, her bust perks up, plush and enticing. A whole buffet is splayed out before his eyes, and he’s going for the main dish.

It is happening, happening fast although Meliodas tries to make it last, to enjoy a moment where the Goddess isn’t haunting his thoughts. Meliodas stands tall and lets the darkness pool at his feet, freeing his groin and thighs completely for his hips to connect with her own. He grunts raw and primal when he feels his shaft slide along her slit, the head pressing against her throbbing clit.

“Hah.” He breathes on her breasts, using his palms to press them against his mouth as his hips start rocking, grinding him on her sex, wet from desire and saliva and ready to be taken.

“You like that, don’t you?” Gelda pants.

She digs a hand into his blonde locks and grips his hair hard. Her eyes close, giving herself over to the feeling of his lips and tongue on her flesh and the anticipation of the hard shaft now grinding against her. She is wet and sensitive and so ready for this, ready to forget...

No, that’s not it... Gelda decides doesn’t want to forget, she wants to replace, she wants something better, hotter. Zeldris had broken her heart and now she wants to wrench herself free of his lingering hold on her, even if it means giving herself completely to Meliodas.

And in order to replace Zeldris, she decides she will replace Elizabeth.