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I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Chapter 101

~Author’s Note: It has been a long hiatus for me in regards to posting updates for my fics, but I am so very happy to finally be back in a place where I can continue the stories of Beth and Daryl’s life together. I am so grateful to any of my readers who come back to continue this journey with me. I’m super nervous and anxious too…I didn’t realize how nerve-wracking it was going to be coming back from this long of a break. About this chapter, part of it is NSFW, so just a warning. Also, it was originally much much longer, but it became far too long for one chapter, so it has been split into two which was easy to do because it was a dual POV chapter. The good news is that means that there will be a second update to “I Will Follow…” very soon. I am just working on final edits to what will be the second chapter, and I am hoping to have it posted by next weekend if not a little sooner. I also have a new chapter of “Wasn’t Born an Angel” in the works for those of you who enjoy that story as well, although I really don’t know when I will be finished with it. Thank you so very much for reading.~




Today it was a doe...

Daryl had become a hunter again.

Again...not really again... He never stopped being a hunter.

Daryl went back to hunting.

As much as they both wanted to remain entangled in each other’s arms until the end of time, if they were staying here until Daryl deemed her well enough to go home, they couldn’t just exist in their own little cocoon of blissful oblivion. There was a bigger world out there, and it didn’t forget that they existed. Beth always knew, in coming back, at some point Daryl wasn’t going to be just hers. They both had jobs to do. Even when they went home, that wouldn’t be the case...just luxuriating together all day long. They had to make something of it...home...a life. Making a life took work...

And the distance now made the time they shared all the more beautiful...

Beth fell happily back into her role as Judith’s caretaker like before...back at the prison...so Carl could go to school, begrudgingly focus more on his studies, and maybe find it in himself to be a kid again. And Daryl hunted. At first it was just enough for them, hunting small game to bring home to her, share with their family, and to trade with whoever was on gate duty so he could come and go as he pleased. As far she could tell, Daryl was content in his simple role as a hunter...a provider. He certainly didn’t complain about it, even in the quiet time he spent with only her. She knew it must’ve soothed the sting of officially signing up for community-issued rations since he wasn’t out scavenging for their supplies.

Beth hadn’t really had the opportunity to go out and meet their neighbors, but she wasn’t immune to how disdainfully some of them peeked out their windows when Daryl hung the rabbit and squirrel pelts to season on their clothesline out back, not knowing what he had planned for them, but Daryl was never one to waste anything, and the skins didn’t bother her. But apparently in the pristine little FEMA trailer park, it ruined the pretty picture of a community where everyone hid their heads in the sand and refused to acknowledge what the world looked like outside those fences.

But soon the lure of fresh meat won...the aroma wafting out the open window above the stove where Beth fried rabbit rolled in cornflakes, popping and sizzling in the cast-iron skillet. That was when it started...just a neighbor woman offering to trade Beth a frilly blue dress for Judith, a keepsake from her own daughter, long outgrown but kept from a time of memories, if Daryl might bring her back a squirrel or rabbit the next time he went out. Beth couldn’t accept the dress but promised she would see what she could do. After that, it was just a few...word spreading like it did in any small town, slow at first...random knocks on their door in the early evening when she and Daryl were both home and dusk offered concealment...people trickling in like slow-poured molasses, like it was some secret underground market, offering to trade what they had just for the promise of some small portion of meat. To their credit, no one came empty handed...no one asked for something for nothing. And even though Daryl, being in a very giving place, took it upon himself to provide for these people he barely knew, he never accepted trade.

The items offered once held value, intrinsic or monetary, but now weren’t the kind of things anyone needed to survive...only valuable to the people who possessed them. A battery-powered CD player and collection of CDs; a twisted gold rope necklace with a lovely opal pendant; a pair of cowboy boots that looked to be about Daryl’s size...Beth would’ve loved to see Daryl in them, not new, but gently worn and lovingly cleaned and shined for trade. All these things could easily be scavenged in the world outside those gates that had no use for them anymore, but meat was invaluable, especially for those who didn’t know how to hunt.

Without so much as a payment, Daryl willingly...almost happily took requests, bringing back what was needed...what he could. But soon word spread like wildfire as it always inevitably did. Beth wasn’t quite sure what made her realize just how desperate their neighbors...this secluded, walled haven was becoming, the sheer number of people showing up at their door once there was no more secret or the middle-aged man offering Daryl an antique silver pocket watch, defeat in his eyes. A man who didn’t know how to survive willing to give up a timepiece that reminded her so much of Daddy’s, a pocket watch he didn’t have to say was passed down from generation to generation...father to son.

Daryl understood. She understood. Hunting a few days a week, sharing what they could...squirrels, rabbits, a string of quail here and there wouldn’t suffice anymore. They couldn’t afford to be caught at the center of some small town feud over meat. And if they could help these people, why wouldn’t they? Daryl was a hunter...a provider to his core.

Today it was a doe...a plump doe draped across the mountainous expanse of his shoulders...

Two days ago, it was a brace of wild turkeys that Beth didn’t know how someone even as skilled as Daryl with a crossbow could take out without them knowing but imagining the silly creatures silently falling one by one as Daryl’s story went.

And before that, an ugly, bristly boar he drug in behind him, far too heavy a burden for even his back to bear.

The days...the weeks before, Beth couldn’t recall the prey, only the predator...Daryl.

They were creatures of habit...maybe humans always would be. Daryl never stayed in the woods too long, never close to dark, and Beth was lucky enough, more often than not, to catch Daryl coming in with his kill while taking the fresh air and enjoying the spring days outside with Judith before returning her home. Little Judith was a people magnet, the only baby in the entire community; those people who hadn’t come in contact with Beth through their quasi black-market meat distribution became acquainted with her because of the little girl...wanting to see the baby, so she was never really alone. And Beth allowed herself to be seen, to become familiar while never giving too much of herself away. But by no means did that mean that she didn’t long for their day apart to end...for the time to come when it was just the two of them...anticipating...

Today was the first day of the year verging on hot, promising that the long, terrible winter of suffering, desperation, and separation was all but over. The promise of beautiful days, not just the changing of the seasons, but the spring of life....the first day of the year that Daryl didn’t just roll up his sleeves but rather reverted to cutting them off one of his button downs, baring the full glory of his arms bulging free from beneath the crude-shorn shoulders of his shirt. The slender doe’s legs gripped in his massive fists, fingers curled tight around the limbs, looked like two fragile sticks caught up in his grasps. It seemed to weigh nothing spread across shoulders that could hold up the weight of the entire world, the muscled masses of his biceps, skin stretched taut, slick and glistening with a sheen of sweat highlighting all of the delicious definition...Daryl the way God intended him to be. A man...a survivor in his prime...a temptation...her temptation, Beth exercising every ounce of self-control to stop herself from marching over there, shoving Judith in Rick’s arms, and dragging Daryl off to some secluded place to have her way with him.Self-control...waiting for this man all day...the anticipation was both a blessing and a curse.

He’d always been a hunter...but reflecting, Beth had never really noticed him bringing home his kill. At the prison, even if she had, she would’ve had no right to appreciate him in the way she did now...aching for him...because they weren’t together; he wasn’t hers…not her hunter. On the run, she could never really enjoy the visceral delights wrapped up in Daryl because it was only about surviving. Now, everything was different. Now he was hers. Now...there was something instinctually seductive about Daryl hunting...bringing back their means of subsistence...something so primal that sent Beth’s body to warming and her tummy to tingling.

Daryl had a self-satisfied look to him, hitching the doe’s carcass off his shoulders, letting it crunch to the ground behind him, turning around to look over his kill with Rick at his side, both men smiling about something shared that went unheard to her. She was far enough away that Daryl hadn’t noticed her...he didn’t most days, and Beth liked that...getting good at the things Daryl taught her. She intended it that way, enjoying her time stalking him, watching Daryl interact with others, seeing that he was happy and content in his life, not just with her.

And he was happy. Smiles that were once only for her were still rare, but she wasn’t jealous when he shared them with others. If anything, she knew it was testament to their happiness; it was because of her. Stretching and flexing his back, arms and shoulders flinching, working out the stiffness of carrying the deer however far his trek was...Beth sucked on her lower lip before her teeth raked over the warm, wet fullness…

Trying not to focus too much on herself and her insatiable, welling need that always grew urgent this time of day…focusing instead on that smile of his...and his brotherhood with Rick. Rick taking good-natured advantage of Daryl’s apparent aches of the hunt, slapping him on the back, congratulating his superior hunting skills, grinning from ear to ear as Daryl shoved him back, still smiling. Daryl was happy. Daryl loved life. And Beth wanted him to love life just a little bit more today.



“It’s a nice one.” Rick complimented, both men looking down on Daryl’s fresh kill.

“Yep. Nice and fat. Winter didn’t hurt her none, but she sure in the hell did a number on my shoulders.” Cracking ‘em back, trying to work out the soreness of hauling the carcass a couple miles through woods and dense underbrush.

It was nice though…he didn’t come across nothin’ out there except game and peace ‘n quiet. No walkers. No people. No threats. Just the prize he brought back.

“The council approved our initial plans and request for the smokehouse.”

Daryl forgot that meeting was today. They were finally getting to a point he was bringing enough in that everyone got their portion of fresh meat a couple times a week. And now that it wasn’t such a luxury that people were scrambling for it, Rick suggested that they…the community they…needed to start thinkin’ bigger…preserving meat for the next winter. A smokehouse was simple enough.

“What were they like?” Daryl only had mild interest in the ruling body that Maddox mentioned on occasion but none of them had actually come into contact with.

Curiosity got the better of him if only to know what they were up against. Not that Daryl anticipated a conflict, but he didn’t plan on assimilating anymore than was necessary ‘til he and Beth headed home, so it was always gonna be an us verses them kind of situation for him.

“They were just people.” Rick wasn’t givin’ him much to go on.

“People like us?” Even though Daryl already knew the answer.

“There are no people like us.” Rick confirmed the obvious. “Now all we gotta do is get Eugene to draw up the blueprints and schematics to present and get the official building permit approved.”

“Pfft…” Fucking bureaucracy. It was absurd…building permits, marriage licenses, what other PC bullshit was next, achievement awards and participation certificates? None of those things mattered anymore, but here these people were insisting on their paperwork. “Don’t you think it’s ridiculous…all this red tape when we’re doin’ them a favor and we’re gonna be goin’ home soon? Makes all the effort seem like a waste.”

Maybe it was just in Daryl’s nature to resist authority, but it didn’t seem like nothin’ more than self-important people trying to throw around the only power they thought they had and the superficial need to keep their apocatopia pretty. Did they really think if it was still standing in five, ten…fifteen years, it was all gonna look as pristine and untouched as this? But that was their weakness too…trying to exert the little control they retained from a world long gone…showed how very little power they actually wielded.

“They’re just trying to preserve what little’s left of the only life they’ve ever known…because they don’t want it to become like out there…” For a split second, Daryl saw it in Rick’s eyes…that shift to blankness. Daryl felt it, knew it himself to the bone…the out there. Still had a hold over Rick…was part of him now.

“Guess it ain’t no harm…least we can do to leave our thanks behind.” It was the civil thing after all.

Daryl had lots to thank ‘em for…his life, finding Beth, Beth’s health. And it didn’t hurt using his abilities for hunting…their resourcefulness for adapting and building…securing their place in the community as long as they stayed.It was more than about not freeloading.Becoming invaluable in a place surrounded by more people you didn’t know than you did, you had to be smart.

“Mmm…” Was Rick even there with him or still caught in the brutality of what life dealt, lost in the unforgiving world he’d been forced to traverse with Beth and Carl and Judith, still waiting for time to heal those wounds?

But thinkin’ on people they knew and people they didn’t know surrounding them, the uneasy feeling of betrayal from within…still haunted by the acts of ruthlessness that almost cost them their lives. One of the betrayers was dead and gone, but the other…

“You ain’t planning on lettin’ Eugene go and present the plans, are you? God knows what he’d tell ‘em that could put us in jeopardy. He’d probably sell his soul for box of Twinkies.” Still so bitter, and he wasn’t likely to ever forgive. Daryl didn’t trust Pork Chop as far as he could throw him, and that wasn’t even a foot.

“Eugene isn’t a threat anymore. He doesn’t have a bluff for anyone to call. He knows he can’t make amends, but I think he’s tryin’ to do his part.”

Even though it was only a half-hearted defense…still felt like Rick was too fucking naïve or way too damned hopeful.

“Pfft.” Daryl’d come to terms with Maggie, Glenn…their family ‘cause of Beth’s forgiveness…but Eugene? He wasn’t one of ‘em…couldn’t ever be, not after the lie he told…everything he precipitated.

“Don’t pfft me. I’m not naïve…just not as mistrusting as you.” Rick threw back, seeming to refuse to let anything else ruin his chipper mood. “Besides, I don’t think there’s anyone on that council that poses a threat to us, no matter what anybody tried to tell them.”

“Unimpressive…?”

“Unimpressive.” Rick confirmed, both men nodding, Daryl relieved at the lack of danger, at least danger posed by the ruling faction.

“Need a knife to get started on that?” Daryl offered, going to pull his blade free from his hip to hand it over. His was always as sharp as sin.

Rick gave him the side-eye. “What happened to the ‘how many kills you skin and gut in your life?’…”

Thinking back on how far they’d all come…

“You’re good.” Making it quite clear his job was done for the day…wasn’t hanging around for the cutting up and doling out. Not today. But smiling all the same on what Rick said. Sharing history with someone…good memories, maybe not good moments back then, but things he looked back on fondly now…building their brotherhood, Daryl knew that’s all Rick was doin’…not trying to get out of work, but reminding him how they all got to this place. “Take my knife, it’s still sharper than yours. I’m gonna go get washed up. Make sure to save a piece for me and Beth. I’ll pick it up tomorrow. Knife too.”

They weren’t starving or nothing’, and while Daryl wasn’t ever afraid to give up his food to others who needed it…nobody here was doing without, and he was gonna take his hunter’s portion. Beth was his priority…the person he needed to provide for, so he never went back to her empty handed.

“Yep. You go on home to Beth.”

Daryl nodded ‘cause that was exactly what he intended to do.



What the hell…?

Was it said…those words of shock, or were they just rumbling ‘round in his head?

He was strong. Daryl had no qualms about recognizing the brute strength in himself. But it wasn’t about that…strength…it was about expectation, or lack thereof.

He didn’t expect Beth on him the minute he walked in…not like this.

He didn’t expect the full force of the little thing she was to crash into him, giving the door a jarring slam with his back.

He didn’t expect Beth to hold him captive…warm, slender fingers encircling his wrists, pinning them at his sides…and he let her…

He didn’t expect her so close, so quick…high, firm breasts snugged against his chest…

Those hips…so sweetly curved…and looking down over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of her full, round ass before he momentarily closed his eyes and tried to figure out what in the hell was happening to him…

But even then too distracted to think on anything more complicated than what was right before him…Beth…and couldn’t take his eyes off her for long. She was filling out so fucking nice, in all the right places…better than she ever was, even before she almost starved to death running for her life in the backwoods of Georgia.

Takin’ great pride in that…knowing he made Beth that way, bringing home all the fresh meat that she needed. Her transformation to the picture of health didn’t start happening ‘til after they got back from the prison and he started hunting, so it had to be his doing, and he was gonna take full credit for it.

Beth had a beautiful ass…and those jeans hugged it like a second skin. She was such a beautiful girl, and he wanted to…

Daryl’s blood was already up…from the hunt, the general sense of well-being, coming home to her…that whatever her intent, he would’ve liked nothin’ more than to cup that perfect ass, drag her up over his hardening dick, mount her to the door like she was that doe’s head, and show her just were his bolt belonged…hoping she’d wrap those mile long legs ‘round him, digging her heels into his ass cheeks, clenching him closer.

But Beth had a different idea…he wasn’t the one holding the reins.

He didn’t expect her hot breath to graze up his neck, skin rippling…tense…the moment it warmed his flesh…or the shivers cascading down his spine when the tension seized his entire body. No choice but to let go, sucking in an unexpected breath of his own when Beth took his earlobe between her silky soft lips, tongue darting and teasing across its edge.

But he did expect her to smell good…so fucking good…like the warm spring day, fertile with the promise of summer…when she buried her face in his neck for a brief moment and he caught that intoxicating fragrance that was so uniquely and entirely Beth.

Breathing her in…just that second before she took in his scent, sniffing at his skin, raising her chin and meeting his gaze through his half-opened lids that wanted to close to fully feel but fought ‘cause he didn’t wanna miss a thing.

And there was something in those eyes of hers…something wild…something feral. Smiling at him…a wicked little grin raised the corners of her pretty pink lips before she twitched it away to a more contemplative expression. Daryl always washed up before he came back to her, scraping off as much of the day’s dirt and blood as he could…wanted to be clean for her but didn’t always do the greatest job. Yet here Beth was, breathing him in like he was catnip. And it fucking turned him on…didn’t care that none of it made any sense.

Beth had come a long way in the time they’d been together…letting him know what she wanted and how she wanted it in her soft, demure way, but she’d never been this voraciously forward…mauling him as soon as he stepped through the door. There’d almost always been a subtlety to Beth’s advances, leaving room for him to take the lead…but now…no…that wasn’t the case. Didn’t even seem like an option, striking a hint of panic in Daryl’s gut. But things were moving along too quick for any sort of anxiety to take hold. They would fall where they would, and he would end up on top where he always did …just lettin’ Beth have her moment.

She tried to push it off…his vest…over his shoulders, and he tried to get ‘em there too, but too tightly pressed to the door, cracking his elbows against the steel, maybe the only real sturdy thing in their tiny trailer. Didn’t feel the sting…adrenaline stealing everything besides need. And his wings weren’t coming off if Beth didn’t let up ‘cause he sure in the hell wasn’t gonna push her away. She gave up without so much as…as an anything…Daryl’s mind wasn’t working properly…Beth and her fevered frenzy driving him to distraction. His girl pawing at him…didn’t even try to work at his buttons…Daryl capturing her behind the neck, drawing her to his lips…a biting deep kiss, Beth’s well-practiced tongue probing…flicking across the roof of his mouth, nipping at his lower lip, tugging at it when she pulled away.

Expertly, without him noticing, unbuckling his belt in the midst of that relentless kiss.

It was Daryl himself who went for the button at his waist and the zipper that constrained his erection that hadn’t really had any time to cause him torturous pain of throbbing desire. Just trying to think…just keep one step ahead…the couch…the thing that passed for a couch was closest at hand, still fumbling with the damned button, couldn’t multi-task…moving to guide Beth to the soft surface…didn’t feel like they were gonna make it to the bed…

But Beth stopped him on all accounts…not a word spoken, but pressing a palm squarely in the center of his chest, telling him he wasn’t going anywhere, Daryl’s hands going slack at his sides before he could fully extricate his dick, submitting to Beth’s will. She came on strong but apparently wasn’t looking for something quick at all…nowhere near as urgent as he was. It was a painful jolt to the system leaving Daryl with a searing ache where he’d anticipated the immediate relief of Beth’s velvety core…but he would always appreciate Beth’s needs and desires, putting them before his own.

Then…

No…no…this wasn’t happening…

Beth knelt on the floor, persistently pushing his still buttoned shirt up, up…further up while those moist lips kissed down. Darkness flooded Daryl…the darkness of the past he tried so hard to overcome…wanted to be a better man with Beth…no, he was a better man with Beth. But those dark corners in dirty alleys, dank and dingy bar bathrooms, surrounded by broken glass, used rubbers, the decay of garbage, some random drunk woman-or if she was sober, Daryl had no idea why in the hell she’d be on her knees for him-and Daryl numb through all of it except for the empty seconds of physical release. This…this had always been something dirty for him…something banished to the shadowy recesses of his sinful world that never touched Beth. And here she was…the light in his life…

He couldn’t let her…

“Beth…” All grit and gravel.

All sorts of confused emotions churning in his stomach…in his head…in his heart.

He couldn’t let her…

Those nimble fingers of hers expertly undoing his button…undoing him…and his fly, fucking zipper never sounded so loud, ringing in his ears…Beth dragging his pants down by the waist, his cock springing free…a small relief, but relief all the same.

“Beth.” Her name again…this time more insistent.

Finally looking up at him in that shy way she had about her…hesitating.

Please don’t bite your lip…

But he knew her all to well…those little habits that made her so endearing and so fucking irresistible…Beth subconsciously wetting her lips with just the tip of her tongue before sinking her pearly whites into the plump bottom one, sucking at it. Lips so perfectly pink from the blood rushing to ‘em so quick…

He couldn’t let her, but God…he didn’t want her to stop.

Daryl held it together when the soft pads of her delicate fingers traced his dick. Gone was the unbridled urgency Beth initially displayed upon his return home…holding himself together ‘cause this was just like foreplay. Or at least that’s what Daryl was letting himself believe, balling his fists at his side…but dammit, at least with foreplay, he got to touch her. Staring down at himself in Beth’s little hands while she explored…explored him in a different way than she had before, watching her small but somehow fuller breasts heaving as she drew in and exhaled slow and steady breaths. That’s what he needed to do…breathe…remember to breathe…

Her lips parted so seductively…that one exquisite moment when the whole of his existence revolved around anticipating Beth and that beautiful mouth of hers…knowing what was coming but not ready…not prepared…

Beth’s tongue tentatively touching the sensitive underside of his cock, throwing Daryl’s body into euphoric chaos…

A breath hissing out between his teeth…again leaving Beth on her knees, looking up at him in confusion.

It was all the more clear that he couldn’t let her…but…

“Please…God…don’t stop…” Turning himself over to the woman who possessed his heart.

It was all done in love, and Beth’s self-consciousness turned to a small hint of satisfaction painting her face. Beth might not have had any idea what she was doin’, but it didn’t matter ‘cause now, even more than it did before, everything that he’d experienced in his past…it was only the shadow of life and the antithesis of love while everything Beth did chipped away the shame of what he’d been, her inner light and goodness defeating the darkness.

Beth’s warm breath…the moment she was that close…elicited a shudder, an unexpected contraction in his stomach…

And her unpracticed mouth making contact with his dick’s sensitive head…not teasing on purpose, but it wasn’t nearly enough to sate all those instinctual needs thrumming in his loins…needing so much more…so needy…writhing uncomfortably up against the door. But finally…seemed like an hour passed, Beth curled her tongue ‘round the tip of him…hands coming into play, her fingers gripping him at the root…better…so much better…

Daryl knew what was coming, but there was no way he could’ve known what it was gonna be like. Or understand just how much feelin’ love for somebody and knowing that woman loved you back transformed something that had always been shrouded in shame for him.

The intimacy of everything was overwhelming…nothin’ could’ve prepared him for that…

And nothin’ could’ve prepared him for the hot depths of Beth’s mouth…

Despite her slow and deliberate approach, gradually engulfing him bit by bit, her warm tongue rolling and caressing the underside of his shaft that her soft fingers knew so well, but this…this was something entirely different. Beth wasn’t over-confident…just inexperienced…a little overzealous, took him in too far…‘til he was nudging the back of her throat…far enough he never wanted to leave.

Throwing his head back…felt like she was swallowing him whole…

…cracking his head on the door…

“Oh, fuck!” Uttered out of pleasure, pain, surprise…he was an idiot.
And the humor of the situation wasn’t lost on Beth, giggling with him still in her mouth…the vibration of her laughter singing down his length, pulling away and looking up at him with amusement glistening in her eyes, but questioning too.

“Please…don’t stop…” Daryl wasn’t proud of begging…but Beth enveloped him again while this time he closed his eyes and just let his head rest on the door behind him, trying his hardest to maintain control… ‘cause he didn’t want this to end too soon, giving in and letting himself enjoy her attentions.

His beautiful girl sucking his dick…finally getting in a natural rhythm…Daryl getting lost in her…in the experience…

Fighting…fighting himself seemed like it was always part of the deal with Beth…keeping his ass pinned to the door ‘cause he refused to thrust forward and fuck her mouth. This was her game…her say. He would take what she was giving him and be more than glad for it.

Fists balling at his side...he was aching to get a hold of…not just anything…Beth, but he wasn’t gonna be a prick, grabbing her head like he was forcing her down on his dick. Trying to grasp at…cling to anything…fingers even trying to claw into the door…not cold metal anymore, warmed by his body heat, but cold in that it gave him absolutely nothin’ in return.

Her hair…strands he knew were so soft, even in his calloused hands…he couldn’t resist her hair. No matter what she did, it was almost always perfectly undone…perfect in its way. Raking his fingers through the silken mass of pale blonde perfection, combing the locks back from that angelic face, gently tilting her head back…needed to look into her brilliant, soul-catching eyes. Everything was in those eyes…the love, self-consciousness. Shyness…but beneath it all was a sense of something he couldn’t grasp…not satisfaction in the way one would think…but…

But lifting up her head, Beth taking him from a different angle, the tip of him slipping across the ridges at the roof of her mouth…the accidental rake of Beth’s teeth up his shaft, ever so slight, but that mixture of pleasure, pain…fear…left Daryl sucking a sharp breath, air hissing through his gritted teeth, and groaning all in one.

“Teeth….” He rasped…a growling plea that would’ve been better left unsaid, but he had no control over the warning.

Daryl knew she had no idea what she was doing. Hell, he didn’t know what he was doing…what he should be doin’…maybe givin’ her a little gentle guidance about how to go ‘bout it, but damned if he knew…or if he could even get his tongue wrapped around the words he’d need to say to her. But that one utterance killed any confidence Beth had, all the enthusiasm she’d started with, pulling away, letting his dick slide out of her mouth, her warm saliva coating his cock cooling too quick without her lips wrapped around him.

And those eyes killed him…the questions in ‘em, nervousness written all over her face where before there’d been none.

“I’m sorry…I…” Beth choked on her insecurities. “I don’t know how…what should I…”

“No…you didn’t do nothin’…it’s my bad…I…” It was his fault…all ‘cause he’d wanted to see her eyes…

Was it over? Was she done with him? Should he chalk it all up to a learnin’ experience…never knew he wanted this from Beth to begin with; maybe it wasn’t right for them.

He definitely couldn’t ask her not to stop…not now…

But he didn’t have to…Beth amazing him not with continued voracity that would’ve gotten him there in thirty seconds flat, but a more hesitant…more thoughtful approach that he wasn’t gonna complain none about.

A soft kiss, low on his stomach where his trail of wiry hair started, gettin’ beaded with sweat, his pole standing at attention, jerking as if seeking out her lips…

Her hand found him again…steadied him, guided him back into the wet pleasures of her mouth. Letting her hair fall loose through his fingers to release himself from the danger of distracting Beth, Daryl found something better to hold onto…Beth’s other small hand which had found its own anchor squeezing the uncomfortably tense muscles of his ass. Finding his connection there, threading his fingers through hers, and drawing them close to his thigh…hands entwined.

“Damn…yes…perfect…you’re perfect.” Trying hard with his words of encouragement…not that he didn’t feel ‘em…just hard to vocalize.

Try as she might, Beth’s mouth was too little to take anywhere near all of his length…but that didn’t matter…her hand that was just grasping would make all the difference, but how could he tell her that after all she was giving him?

"Stroke it..." A rusty croak...wasn't sure that Beth heard him...took matters into his own hand, wrapping his fingers 'round hers...those fingers that seemed so fragile and breakable...sliding both their hands when her mouth drew back up his dick.

Forcing her grip tighter around his shaft...

"You ain't gonna hurt me..." Daryl promised with a strained breath, stroking with her a few times to make good and sure she got the idea, gently directing...and Beth was a quick learner.

Her hand wasn't half so enticing as the exquisite embrace of her pussy, but her talented tongue made up for anything lacking. Leaning back...enjoying...not thinking on nothin' profound...letting the whole world be 'cause it wasn't gonna fall apart if he totally checked out for the next few minutes. Just focusing on the tiny pinpoint of pleasure that sparked in the center of his stomach, those hot embers that were always waiting inside for Beth to ignite...never dormant. The fire spread slow...he wanted to go slow...wanted to savor, growled in protest when her fingers left the root of him, but in turn let out a low whimper as they tentatively found his aching balls. So unsure...so hesitant in her touch, any more attention would've probably sent Daryl over the thin line between pleasure and pain, but the way she cradled them in her palm, fingertips barely turned up...warm, comforting...ecstasy followed. It was almost the end of him…no, it was…

Innocent as she was in this, instinct or whatever in the hell guided her...it was leadin' her right...

"Beth..." Had to give her warning...

...didn't want her to...

Fuck...yes he did want her to...just didn't want her to feel like she had to...

But sayin' her name in urgency didn't do nothin' to stop her...

She knew enough to know, right...?

"You gotta stop..." It might've been the most contradictory thing he ever pleaded for... "You don't have ta...you shouldn't..."

Daryl couldn't say the down and dirty of it...still having problems coming to terms with letting Beth blow him in the first place and just how much he was enjoying it...

Might've made him a bastard, but he was...enjoying...all the way down to his toes curling in his boots.

He should pull back...didn't have nowhere to go, but he should at least try...

But, God, he didn't wanna...those perfect lips wrapped 'round him...a silken kiss that hugged him like it was never gonna stop...

But it needed to...he couldn't do this to her...not to Beth...

She slowed...torturously slow...Daryl thinking with what little capacity he had left that Beth was heeding his warning...

It was all coming to a climax, one way or another.

And it was better that she listened, she chose... 'cause he didn't have the will...

Fuck...please...

Daryl just wanted to do the right thing...

But it was all too late for either of them to make a choice in the end...

Heart racing when there was no decision to be made...maybe there never was...Beth fiercely gripping at his thigh...in shock or surprise pulling back just a little, but not far enough that she released him…too late. Daryl squeezed her hand even tighter...jerking and coming in that angelic mouth of hers, a shuddering breath of resignation...of triumph escaped him...core quaking, the day's tension melting from sore muscles replaced by the blissful release Beth gifted him, a bliss that seeped deep into his being.

Couldn’t throw is head back for fear of banging it on the door…but it wasn’t that kind of moment anyway, instead slumping forward when he was spent…overtaken by the vulnerability Beth allowed him to feel…safe. She took care of him. Catching Beth behind the neck when she let his dick slip from her mouth, taking the moment of still he needed…but knowing he needed something more…to kiss his girl.









Notes

Comments

@Smokey85
Awww...thank you so much for coming back to read! You are amazing. I truly appreciate it!

Aireabella Aireabella
3/30/19

I am so happy you are back! I love your stories and always look forward to your updates! Thank you for sharing your work :)

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3/26/19

@McDrogoInaNewWorld
So glad that you enjoyed it! It always makes my day when I can make people happy by doing what I love! Thank you so much!

Aireabella Aireabella
6/14/18

Yay!!! Another great chapter on the books, can’t wait to see what happens next!!

@blesdirishangel
Thank you so much for coming back to my fic and for your comment! I am glad that you love the update. You are amazing!

Aireabella Aireabella
6/7/18