The last sliver of twilight had dissolved into the deep, inky canvas of night, leaving behind a sky dusted with a million shimmering stars, each one a silent witness to the world below. Inside their shared chambers at the Boar Hat, a soft, warm glow emanated from a single magic lantern, casting long, dancing shadows across the wooden beams and humble furnishings. Elizabeth Liones, the gentle princess of Liones and the goddess reborn, stood by the window, her gaze lost in the celestial expanse, but her heart truly consumed by the man who had just entered the room behind her. Meliodas, her beloved Captain, the Dragon Sin of Wrath, had finally finished his duties for the night, and the air between them thickened with an unspoken anticipation that had been building for weeks, perhaps even centuries.

She turned, her long silver hair shimmering faintly in the lantern light, her stunning blue eyes—eyes that held the wisdom of countless lifetimes and the innocent wonder of her current incarnation—met his. A soft blush bloomed on her cheeks, a familiar warmth spreading through her chest. Tonight felt different. The usual playful banter and affectionate teasing had given way to a profound quietude, a palpable current of raw, unadulterated desire that thrummed between them, humming a melody as ancient as their souls. She was Elizabeth Liones, the epitome of grace and kindness, yet tonight, a more primal, passionate self stirred within her.

Elizabeth was dressed in a simple, flowing nightgown, but underneath, she had carefully chosen her attire for him. She had slipped on a pair of sheer, black stockings, the delicate lace tracing the curve of her upper thighs, a subtle act of rebellion against her usual modesty, a secret gift for Meliodas. She could feel the whisper of the fabric against her skin, a constant, sensual reminder of her own burgeoning desire. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of yearning. Every fiber of her being, every memory of their intertwined destiny through The Seven Deadly Sins, cried out for his touch, for the fulfillment of their eternal love.

"Elizabeth," Meliodas's voice was a low, tender murmur, devoid of his usual mischievous edge. He approached her slowly, his eyes, usually so keen and observant, now softened with an overwhelming affection that made her breath catch. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a strand of silver hair away from her face, his touch sending a jolt of pure electricity through her. The world outside, the bustling tavern below, the weight of their duties, all faded into insignificance. There was only them, in this intimate space, under the silent gaze of the moon.

"Meliodas," she whispered his name, the sound a plea, a confession. Her blue eyes, usually so serene, were now wide with a mixture of shyness and an intense, burning desire. She could feel the warmth of his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin. It was a simple touch, yet it ignited a fire deep within her, a hunger that had been dormant for too long. He leaned in, his gaze dropping to her lips, and Elizabeth instinctively parted them, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

Their first kiss was soft, tentative, a mere brush of lips that promised so much more. Then, with a sigh that seemed to release all the tension of ages, Meliodas deepened it. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his solid form, and her hands, almost without conscious thought, found their way to his chest, clutching at his tunic. His lips moved expertly against hers, coaxing, demanding, worshiping. Elizabeth responded with an uninhibited passion that surprised even herself, her tongue tentatively meeting his, a sweet exploration that sent shivers down her spine.

The kiss grew more fervent, more desperate, a culmination of years of longing, of sacrifices, of their shared journey in Nanatsu No Taizai. Meliodas’s hand slid from her waist, tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then dipping lower, his fingers gently cupping the generous swell of her bottom. Elizabeth gasped into his mouth, a thrill shooting through her as his touch affirmed what she sometimes felt self-conscious about – her well-rounded, inviting curves. He loved her entirely, every inch, every secret desire, and his touch was proof of that adoration.

He broke the kiss, just enough to gaze into her eyes, his own shining with a raw, primal desire that mirrored her own. "You're beautiful, Elizabeth," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "So incredibly beautiful." His hands moved to the hem of her nightgown, slowly, deliberately, his touch sending waves of heat through her already flushed skin. Elizabeth shivered, not from cold, but from the exquisite anticipation. She leaned into him, her body molding against his, her every nerve ending alive and tingling.

As Meliodas slowly lifted her nightgown, inch by tantalizing inch, Elizabeth felt a delicious vulnerability mixed with an overwhelming sense of liberation. The cool night air met her skin as the fabric rode higher, revealing first her thighs, then her hips, and finally, the dark lace of her carefully chosen stockings, which he paused to admire. His eyes lingered on them, a small, pleased smile playing on his lips. "I love these on you," he whispered, his fingers tracing the delicate pattern of the lace against her skin. It was an affirmation, a shared secret between them, making her feel even more desired.

He knelt before her, his gaze never leaving hers as he gently rolled down one stocking, then the other, his touch surprisingly tender, lingering on the soft skin of her calves, her ankles. Each stroke, each brush of his fingers, was a slow, agonizingly sweet prelude to what was to come. Elizabeth watched him, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, her blue eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears of pure emotion. Her body was trembling, a delicious tremor that started deep within her core and spread outwards.

Once the stockings were removed, he rose, his hands finding the ties of her nightgown and unfastening them with practiced ease. The silk fabric glided down her body, pooling at her feet, leaving Elizabeth standing before him, gloriously, utterly nude. Her initial shyness was quickly overshadowed by the intensity of his gaze, a gaze that stripped away all her inhibitions and made her feel cherished, adored, and breathtakingly desirable. She was Elizabeth Liones, a goddess, a princess, and now, simply a woman yearning for her lover.

He reached out, his palms cupping her breasts, his thumbs gently brushing over her nipples, which instantly hardened into taut peaks. A moan escaped her lips, soft and involuntary, as he leaned down and took one of her sensitive buds into his mouth, suckling gently, his tongue flicking and teasing. Elizabeth arched into his touch, her head falling back as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her. His other hand slid down her belly, past the soft silver hair between her legs, finding the wet, swollen entrance to her core. Her "big ass" swayed slightly with her reaction, a silent invitation he was quick to accept.

"You're so wet for me, Elizabeth," he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with desire, his fingers exploring her soft folds, pressing gently against her clitoris. Elizabeth cried out, a small, muffled sound of pure bliss. The sensation was exquisite, overwhelming, building with every stroke of his fingers, every lick of his tongue. She could feel herself opening up, blooming for him, her body aching with a desperate need to be filled.

Meliodas lifted her into his arms, carrying her easily to their bed, where he gently laid her down amidst the soft furs and blankets. He quickly shed his own clothes, his muscular, scarred body, so familiar to her, now radiating an intense heat and masculine power that made her heart race even faster. He was Meliodas, her protector, her soulmate, and the only man who could evoke such untamed passion within her.

He hovered above her, his gaze tracing every curve of her body, lingering on her full breasts, her flat stomach, the gentle mound between her legs, and the inviting curve of her hips. He leaned down, kissing her deeply once more, his lips devouring hers with an urgency that left her breathless. Their tongues danced, intertwined, a passionate ballet of love and lust that spoke volumes without a single word.

His hand slipped between her legs again, his fingers expertly finding her most sensitive spot, circling, teasing, bringing her closer and closer to the precipice of release. Elizabeth writhed beneath him, her hips instinctively bucking, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. "Please, Meliodas," she gasped, her voice thick with emotion, her blue eyes brimming with desire. "Please, I need you."

Responding to her plea, Meliodas shifted, his hard, throbbing erection pressing against her slick entrance. He moved slowly, sensuously, aligning himself, giving her a moment to adjust to the glorious, unyielding pressure. Then, with a deep groan that reverberated through her very soul, he pushed, slowly at first, then with a powerful, deliberate thrust. Elizabeth cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as he broke through her final barrier, stretching her, filling her completely. It was an utterly uncensored, raw sensation, the ultimate intimacy between them.

He paused, allowing her body to acclimatize, his forehead resting against hers, his breath ragged against her cheek. Elizabeth gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she felt his immense presence deep inside her. The initial discomfort quickly faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness, of completion. Their bodies were finally one, two halves of an ancient whole, reunited in the most profound way.

"Are you alright, my love?" he whispered, his voice laced with concern, even amidst his own surging desire. Elizabeth nodded, a tear escaping her eye and tracing a path down her temple. "More than alright, Meliodas," she breathed, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm yours. Always."

With her affirmation, Meliodas began to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking gently, pulling almost completely out before thrusting back in, deep and full. Each stroke was a symphony of sensation, a rhythmic dance that took them higher and higher. Elizabeth met his every thrust, her hips rising to meet him, her "big ass" a perfect cradle for his powerful movements. The bed creaked with their passion, the sounds of their skin slapping together, their ragged breaths, and Elizabeth's increasingly uninhibited moans filling the room.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. Elizabeth wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, urging him deeper, faster. She could feel herself spiraling, her body coiling with an incredible tension. Her blue eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with pleasure, her head thrown back, silver hair fanned out against the pillow. Every nerve ending in her body was singing, vibrating with the intensity of their union. She felt the ancient magic that flowed between them, not just physical, but spiritual, emotional, an endless connection woven through the very fabric of existence.

"Meliodas… oh, Meliodas!" she gasped, her voice breaking as the climax approached, a shimmering wave building within her. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth as he drove into her one last time, deep and true. The world exploded around Elizabeth Liones. A scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy tore from her throat as she convulsed around him, her body arching high off the bed, sensation after sensation washing over her in an intoxicating rush. She felt herself shatter into a million glorious pieces, only to be reforged by his love.

Moments later, Meliodas, with a guttural groan of his own, pulsed deep within her, releasing his hot, thick seed in a powerful "creampie," filling her completely. The warmth spread through her core, a primal, intimate mingling of their essences. It was the ultimate expression of their love, a tangible sign of their bond, utterly uncensored and profoundly beautiful. He collapsed onto her, his weight a comforting presence, his breath ragged against her neck, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax.

They lay there for a long time, entangled, their skin slick with sweat, their hearts gradually slowing their frantic pace. Elizabeth ran her fingers through his messy blonde hair, a soft, contented smile gracing her lips. She felt utterly loved, completely fulfilled, and irrevocably bound to him. The "creampie" sensation still lingered, a warm, reassuring weight within her, a reminder of the beautiful, raw intimacy they had just shared. This was their love, in its purest, most explicit form, a testament to their enduring passion through all their lives in Nanatsu No Taizai and The Seven Deadly Sins.

Meliodas shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow, his blue-green eyes, now soft and full of adoration, meeting her "blue eyes." He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Elizabeth," he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion, a sincerity that pierced her soul. "More than words can ever say."

Tears welled in Elizabeth's eyes again, but these were tears of pure joy and profound gratitude. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, pressing a fervent kiss to his lips. "I love you too, Meliodas," she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion. "Forever and always." As the magic lantern flickered, casting soft, intimate shadows, Elizabeth Liones knew that this night, this explicit expression of their eternal love, was just one chapter in their unending story, a testament to a passion that transcended time, death, and all the challenges the world could throw at them. And in his arms, feeling his essence still warm and deep inside her, she was utterly, blissfully complete.