Page 139 of The Knucker King

Avice’s honey and lavender scent was thick in the salted air, and that something more he smelt the night of the ritual was there. Her perfume of excitement, arousal, and desire fuelled his own, making his heart gallop. He wanted her. He throbbed between his hind legs, and his core tightened under his scales.

“Avice, the way you are touching me, it makes me want to serve you,” Trewoofe rumbled. “But I cannot change into my human body right now.”

Her nails gripped him. “Are you alright? Is something wrong?”

Pulsing pressure built behind his seam, and he struggled to keep his cock in. “My blood is raging, the instinct to protect you… it is overpowering. I do not think I can bring myself to switch so quickly after a fight with another Sidhe King.”

Avice’s hands trailed from the base of his horn and fluttered over his crest, tracing over the throbbing veins. He hummed, his hips bucking instinctually as he studied her flushed cheeks. A wet pop had him freezing mid-thrust. His cock had broken free of its own accord, throbbing and almost painful from her caresses.

He watched Avice as she leant over and her eyes widened. “You are—”

“I apologise. The fight, the magic, your words, and your hands. It just slipped out.”

“You are purple.”

She licked her lips.

Trewoofe watched as her tongue ran over her scar.

She stroked his crest.

That motion had him whimpering and thrusting into the carpet of flowers, his weeping drops of seed slicking the way.

“Avice, if you keep doing that, I will spill,” he warned.

Her gaze fixated on his eye, and his pupil narrowed on her.

“If you want to, I would love that,” she whispered. “I have been daydreaming about seeing you.”

“I will not chase my own pleasure if I cannot give it to you in return,” he grumbled, her stroking hands making his cock twitch and more seed leaked free.

“You could,” she said huskily.

She continued petting him, her fingers rubbing the thick, corded veins of his crest. He bucked again, grinding his cockhead over the flowers, pressure thickening deep in his pelvis.

“How?”

She bit her lip. “Before you could change, I dreamt about you.”

“What did you dream about?”

“Your tongue,” she replied, her eyes bright with lust.

He thrust again; the blooms soaked with his dripping seed.

“Where?” he asked.

“Everywhere.”

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Chapter 51

Avice

What could Avice say?

She was tired of being patient.