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Salvation	By : madnad Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 8392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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At first, he merely tasted her, savouring the alluring flavour that now had him ensnared. He licked at the folds of her slit, drinking the juices her body provided to him as she writhed beneath him. He sucked on the sensitive nib which was proud and demanding of his attention, and her body bucked, almost dislodging him from his position. His tongue slid over Lilith's clit, his senses overwhelmed by the textures and tastes, the sounds and scent of a woman aroused. A hand lay on her stomach and he marvelled at how dark he looked against the pale alabaster of her skin. He sucked and nibbled in earnest, then slid two long fingers inside her cunt until a throaty cry broke from Lilith's lips.
Previously tight muscles went limp as the first climactic wave released her, and Daryl jerked his head from between her legs, his heart thundering wildly. His chin glistened with her nectar as he moved up her body to watch her as she panted in the afterglow of her orgasm.
He recalled a conversation with Merle who told him that some whore had asked him to eat her out. Merle said he would never do it, that eating pussy was for lesbians. Until now, Daryl was not sure if he agreed with him or not. Now he knew he didn't. He had enjoyed the experience for itself; the scent, the taste, the feel of the silky smooth flesh under his tongue. The biggest payoff however was the obvious pleasure his lover got from it. She fixed him with such an intense and heavy-lidded look full of unadulterated lust, he smiled at her smugly, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

Her hands came to life as her senses returned, and she reached for his belt. He helped her undo his belt and pants then took over, pushing them off his legs as she lifted her legs to pull off her own clothes. Within moments they were naked and she gazed at her lover in the firelight as he reached over and grabbed a blanket. He threw it behind and over him like a cape, before laying himself above her, covering them both. The hot summer was over, but despite the autumnal warmth of the day, the night was cool.
As he kissed her, their tongues danced, their ardour lighting a raging fire that burned through her. She sighed as he kissed down her neck to her breasts, his teeth grazing the stiff peaks, before sucking them into his mouth. His stubble scratched at her tender flesh, but not painfully.
She placed a hand over his to push her breast harder into his palm. He removed his hand, leaving her supporting the mound and moved his hand to slide down to her sex. His thick fingers slipped easily between the moist folds. His skin was course, his touch rough on her still sensitive bud, making her legs tremble.
His eyes closed, he groaned around her nipple as he shoved two fingers deep inside her, angling up to reach for her inner core. As his fingers moved in and out, her juice flowed out, slicking her inner thighs with her arousal.
She relinquished her breast and used her hand to thrust his fingers deeper, but it still wasn't enough.
"I want you inside me," she groaned, her voice heavy with need.
He stopped kissing her breast and withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling bereft. Shifting his weight onto his knees and elbows, he moved his hips until his hot prick was at her entrance.
She lifted her legs, wrapping her ankles around his waist. The motion tilted her hips and when he moved forward, he glided into her slick depths with no resistance.
Lilith threw her head back and gasped as pleasure coursed through her entire body. He moved over her with long slow strokes, showing infinitely more control than he had previously. His pace was agonisingly and exquisitely steady and she revelled in the sensation until the need to finish, to climax, became all consuming. She arched back wanting him deeper, wanting more of his cock.
Using her feet, she pushed against the back of her lover's thighs, encouraging him to move faster. His strokes became quicker as did his breath. He panted hot breath in her ear that carried a hint of the sweet smoky scent of his tobacco.
As he drove into her, his thick glans rubbing against her velvety core, they stared at each other. The whole universe and all therein was forgotten in that one moment. Nothing existed but their pleasure and their love.
She pressed her lips hard against him and could feel his urgency in the way he sucked desperately at her tongue. She ascended the mountain of bliss to teeter on the precipice. Some dim part of her awareness that was not consumed by the intensity of her approaching orgasm could hear the slick sounds of his dick plunging hard and fast into her. His hands gripped her shoulders, digging in so firmly she knew she would have bruises there later.
Whimpers erupted from her lips as the fire inside her reached white-hot intensity. She could see Daryl above her, his eyes tightly closed as he strained and grunted towards his own end. For a second, time seemed to freeze, every other sensation other than the one of his hot rod inside her ceased in a brief moment of frenzy. Then she came.
The contractions of her inner muscles gripped her lover, and he too froze, his face locked in one of pain and ecstasy. They both cried out, with a freedom to be as noisy as they wanted.
Steadily, with her heart pounding in her ears, Lilith watched Daryl slowly open his eyes. He reached up a hand to stroke her hair, while emotions he was unable to articulate flitted across his face and swelled in his throat. He didn't need to speak; she knew exactly what he was feeling.
Tender gentle kisses were exchanged until finally Daryl softened and slipped out of her. He moved off her and sat up. He looked over his shoulder at her, an almost shy and bashful expression which swelled her heart.
She lifted a hand to trace the tattoo that was on the back of his right shoulder. As she moved her hand down, it was then she noticed other scars on his back. Her brow furrowed, and she propped herself up so she could examine them in the light from the fire.

"What the hell are these?" she exclaimed.
Daryl was embarrassed and suddenly self-conscious. He reached and grabbed his shirt and made to pull it over his head, but she stopped him. His old habits kicked in, and he flashed an angry stare.
Lilith reached over and gently stroked his face. He looked at the love and concern in her face and his rage faded.
"My Pa was a mean drunk," he offered as an exclamation.
He tried to peer at her face as she moved again to trace the silvery web of abuse and betrayal that marked his back. When she faced him once more, her eyes were rimmed with tears.
"Oh Daryl!" she whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't shed your tears for me, girl. It was a long time ago."
"But you were just a child," she sniffed. "To grow up with someone who is supposed to love you most in all the world, but they're the one you fear most... I can't begin to understand what you went through."
"Merle used to get the brunt of his anger, but when he left… Pa turned on me."
"I hate what he's done to you. I hate him."
"I figure he's dead anyhow, so don't waste your hate on him, darlin'."
He pulled her to him, and lay down. She rested her head on his chest, and he could feel the wetness of her tears against his skin. He stroked her hair and closed his eyes. He had let his past affect his life for too long. It was time to let it go, and break free from the shadow of his father and brother. Lilith and people back at the prison were his future now. His family.
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