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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Merle_Dixon/Beth_Greene
  Character:
      Merle_Dixon, Beth_Greene
  Additional Tags:
      Cunnilingus, Dirty_Talk, Slurs
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-16 Words: 1402
****** Grazing Grounds ******
by gonfalonier
Summary
     It’s a sunny, hot day, everyone milling around outside while the two
     of them stay smart in the cool of a cell and fool around.
Notes
     contextless; pointless; i just wanted to write merle giving head
     thanks. warning is just because beth is like 17 i think. bye.
Fuck, she’s so pink. Of course she is. Pink and fresh, soft curls on ripe
labia, inner lips protruding just enough to suck on. Merle licks the side of
his thumb and skins back the hood of Beth’s clit. He smiles when she whimpers.
“That’s it,” he says to her. “Tell your Uncle Merle what it is you need,
chickadee.” He dips his head to suck an open-mouthed kiss to the hinge of her
thigh. His thumb works her slow and steady. He pushes down whenever she tries
to rock up. Gotta keep her in her place.
Merle loves pussy. Cunt. Whatever. Beth’s is just about the nicest one he’s
seen. Not that he’s been hurting much. Even one-handed he managed to hump half
the snatch in Woodbury. The snatch worth having, anyway. No old ladies, no
little kids (depending on how you define a little kid). He’s dropped his
bullshit about blacks and whoever the fuck. Pussy’s pussy, and he’ll take a
bite out of any color of it, long as it’s attached to someone with tits and a
smile. He’s been doing okay. But this is some primo angel pussy, right here.
This is something special.
Beth’s gonna look nice when she’s stretched out around a nice, fat dick. Two,
maybe, if Merle can get his faggot brother on board. But first he’s got to get
her primed, get her soft, get that pretty meat going from pink to red. This
ain’t a chivalry thing. It sure as shit ain’t some feminist thing, some thing
about two for her and one for me. This is just science, some basic biology
shit: pussy this tight can’t get screwed right until it’s been babied a little.
Merle turns his eyes up toward Beth’s sweaty face as he dips his head and taps
a closed-lipped kiss to the tip of her button. It’s round and wide like a
pearl. Some of them, they’re kind of pointy, like a little dog dick, good for
sucking. This one’s got some surface area to lick on, but he won’t just yet.
Save those fireworks for a minute. He’s gotta run his mouth a little more.
“Anyone ever take care of this dollbaby pussy before?” he asks, and she shakes
her head and whines. He laughs. “Really. No one ever sniffed around on you?
Tried to get in your panties at the drive-in?”
Beth’s head thuds back against the bedroll on the cot and she groans, “What’s a
drive-in?”
He laughs again, a sound scraped right out of his throat. He could spend the
rest of the day like this, jacking off this little girl’s clit and studying her
gash like art in a museum. Her asshole looks tasty, too. He’ll get to that next
time, if she ever spreads out for him like this again.
It’s a sunny, hot day, everyone milling around outside while the two of them
stay smart in the cool of a cell and fool around. Merle lets her pussy be for
now and cups his one palm over her thigh and digs his thumb into the tender
inside while he moves his head up to tongue out her navel. She keeps herself
clean. Shame. She’d be sweet with a little funk on her. When he looks up to
check in on her she’s got a hand on her tit, thumb strumming her nipple.
Pretty. Pink, like every other part of her he wants to suck on. Her breath is
slowing; she’s getting bored. The young ones got no patience these days. Time
to perk her back up.
“Hang on, now,” he mutters before he moves his hand and his prosthetic to shove
up under her thighs. That spreads her open. He tilts his head and takes a taste
of what he wants. Her right labia’s a little longer than the left, maybe where
she thumbs herself open while she diddles herself. He sucks that one first and
rasps his tongue over the hair there, lines out the seam between the plump
flesh and the thin. She isn’t delicate. Pink, but not dainty. She’s wet as
hell. The tip of his nose is pushed in against her piss-hole and he’s almost
tempted to push his palm down on her belly and tell her to fuck it up. He
refrains. Again: Gotta save something for the encore.
He pulls away from her with a wet suck and just a hint of teeth at the end. She
can handle it. She’s squirming in his hands like a fighting catfish. “Lick it,”
she demands. “You’re supposed to be licking it.” He spits on it instead and
tells her, “Keep your mouth shut til you know what you’re talking about, girl.”
He pushes her leg back against her body with his forearm so he can give her
slit a spank with his fingers. “Only thing I wanna hear you saying is please
and thank you. Your daddy teach you any manners down on that farm?” Another
spank, and this time he hooks the tip of his middle finger into her fuckhole
and gives a tug. “Lemme hear it, now.”
“God.” She hisses in a breath and speaks through clenched teeth. “Please.”
“That’ll do.”
Licking doesn’t sound so bad, actually. He moves his hand, reveals that pink
again, and takes a lick like up the side of an ice cream cone. He sucks her
clit at the end of it because goddamn it’s so sweet. Fuck teasing, fuck
waiting. Can’t wait for anything anymore. He gets some spit on his tongue and
swipes it again and again, thumps back and forth until he can feel it throb. He
breaks the suction to smile. She’s trying not to scream.
“Please,” she says again. “Merle, please.”
He ignores her, but it sure is nice to hear. He opens up his mouth and cleans
up some of the mess he’s made. Yeah, this is his now. He spit on it, it’s his;
he’s eaten it, it’s all his. He played with her titties some, too, because how
could he not. They’re his. Tender nipples that won’t stay hard for long, not
even when he blows on them or tests them with his teeth. That’s cute. Makes him
want to work for it. Maybe that’ll be Daryl’s job, he’ll let Daryl borrow them.
He can work her chassis while ol’ Merle tinkers around in the undercarriage.
The juice he’s swallowing is thin and salty and good. She wants to get licked,
so he’s licking her, his stubbled chin nestled in against her taint. He reams
out her hole with the tip of his tongue, sucks the flat plate of his front
teeth against the rough spot right there at the opening. She’s already
clenching, cunt quivering in time with her breath. Shit, she’s tight. He pulls
away and wipes his chin on the sleeve of his t-shirt, and he laughs and says,
“Goddamn, girlie. Gonna have to cool you down before we go for a home run.
Tight little thing’s bound to bite off my prick like a snapping turtle.”
“Good,” Beth gasps toward the ceiling. She’s close to spilling, Merle can hear
it in her voice. She laughs, a hiccup, and says, “You don’t need it.”
“The hell I don’t,” he shoots back, and he bites her thigh with a smile before
he goes in for seconds. He doesn’t fuck around this time. He eats her clit,
works his sucking mouth and his tongue, grinds his thumb into her thigh to feel
the muscle there tremble. She’s breathing out the word please, but all Merle
can hear is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. He’ll do it, too. Just you wait, little
girl. Next time.
When Beth busts, she busts wide open. The sound she makes echoes off the stone
walls and makes Merle laugh against her, her clit still pushed against his
tongue. He pulls away and gives her thigh a slap, celebratory. He watches her
pussy quake and he finally reaches down with his good hand to give his steely
dick a squeeze through the denim. Christ almighty, but it’s gonna feel good to
split her in half.
She shifts her leg where it’s propped up on his metal arm. He cuts his eyes to
the side and sees her toes curling, the arch of her foot crinkling up, and his
mouth floods again. Next time. Next time.
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