Page 103 of The Knucker King

She tightened her grip at the nape of his neck. “Please tell me, I want to hear it.”

Trewoofe swallowed. How could he tell her all the things he had dreamt of? The reason why he needed to pleasure himself to her image; how he wanted to fill her up; overflow her with his seed; see her rounded with his offspring.

“I…”

She pouted and massaged the bottom of his scalp. “Please.”

He leant into her, languid beneath her touch. “I want to fill you up,” he gasped. “Put my cock into you…” He thrusted, grinding into her, fighting the urge to rip their clothes away. “…right here.” She whimpered, wiggling back into him. “I want to rut into you, again and again.” He gave her another thrust, and she let out a gasp, his cock teasing her through the gauzy materials. “Until my seed overflows from you…” He stared at her, unable to tear his gaze away. “…and your belly rounds with my offspring.”

She stopped her wiggling; her swollen lips rounded in astonishment.

Panic clawed at his chest. “Little witch?” He squeezed her rear. “Did I speak too much?”

Avice shook her head. “No. I was just taken by surprise.” She kissed his forehead. “I liked it. I want it all, with you.” Her throat bobbed. “More than anything.”

That was all the permission Trewoofe needed. The single fraying thread of his self-control snapped. Just as he was about to rip their clothes away – throwing caution to the wind – Ashling hovered in his periphery, distracting him from his important task of serving Avice.

You two, Bramble yipped at his feet, are behaving like wild animals in heat.

He burnt with embarrassment – and irritation. He and his little witch were finally getting somewhere, and they were being interrupted.

“What of it?” he asked, suppressing the growl in his voice.

Ashling, ever the peacekeeper, flitted between them. “You still need to give the Good Neighbours their offerings. It is only right. They braved the blizzard and worked hard to give you their magic this evening.”

Trewoofe had forgotten – in their dancing, kisses, and caresses – that they had an audience the entire time. It had all fallen away when he stepped into the garden to help her.

“I… uh.” Avice looked left and right. “Lord, please put me down.”

“Of course.”

Flustered, Trewoofe placed her lightly on her feet. He had gone too far, gotten too carried away. He fidgeted with his claws as she stepped out of his shadow. What if Avice only said yes to him in the heat of the moment? What if, brimming with magic, she was not thinking clearly? What if he had moved too quickly? Why had he asked to court her so suddenly?

The whirling unease in his mind silenced the moment she offered her hand to his. He interlaced his fingers with hers, sweet relief cooling his embarrassment. She gestured for him to lower his head, which he happily did so.

Her lips tickled his ear. “We will continue this later.”

The soft words sent a skitter of delight up his spine. “I am at your service,” he replied, kissing her forehead.

Avice! Bramble yipped.

She waved her hand. “Yes, yes, I know.”

Trewoofe hefted out the baskets overflowing with floral crowns, bracelets, and necklaces. Ashling zoomed around the Good Neighbours, herding them into an orderly queue. Bramble sat between him and Avice, as though he needed to chaperone the two to ensure the task was completed.

The Grim was not wrong. Trewoofe twitched to hold Avice in his arms again. He swelled with pride as she turned to address the Cap Queen. It has his flowers she offered. Jewellery he had woven with his own claws and helped Avice assemble in their cosy time inside the cottage.

The Queen bowed her head, her mushroom hat glittering from all the residual magic that had settled on the brim. “My Lord, what an evening to have you with us.”

He fidgeted under her gaze, surprised that she recognised him in his human shape. “It was my little witch’s night. Not mine.”

Her lips twitched. “I assume there will be an announcement of the courtship soon.”

Trewoofe burnt under her steady gaze. “You heard that?”

“My Lord, everyone heard that,” she replied with a chuckle.

“There will be an announcement,” Avice interjected smoothly. “The Well King asked to court me, and I said yes. We must discuss the particulars first.” Her eyes flicked to Trewoofe and back to the Faerie. “But we are courting. And without my Lord’s intervention this evening, we would have suffocated under a mountain of snow.”