Page 171 of The Knucker King

Avice found the ‘door’ Olwilla left in the side of their nest and entered the wide space. Trewoofe followed her. He studied her sweeping curves in the ethereal glow of the towering crystal and the purple sheen that reflected on her midnight hair. She turned to face him, and his breath was stolen at the sight of her.

His soul-bound sparkled and more wildflowers sprouted where she stood. Avice tilted her head up at him and placed a hand on her pendant. Trewoofe’s heart was in his throat, and his display colours flushed his neck and chest.

Avice offered him a sultry smile. “Come here, my King.”

Trewoofe did not feel his limbs move, but suddenly, he stood before her. Her tresses bounced slightly as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. The Knucker twirled his claws through her hair – he relished her softness – and breathed in her honey and lavender scent. He tucked a curl behind her ear and trailed his fingers down her neck.

Her breath hitched.

His pupils contracted on her slightly open lips.

“Little witch,” he croaked. “I would like to kiss you, but I know you have been through much and—”

Avice grabbed his tunic front. She yanked him down and their lips collided. There was no hesitation. She opened her mouth to him: hot, wet, and wanting. Her tongue probed the seam of his lips, and he eagerly welcome her. She teased his fangs with her tongue, and he tried to chase her with his.

Encouraged by her enthusiasm, Trewoofe swept his palms down her spine, and greedily palmed her generous rear. Avice stood on her tiptoes, reached up, and slipped her hands into his hair. She massaged his scalp, and he felt every delicious curve flush against his body. He eagerly widened the kiss and crushed Avice to him. He purred as she gently tugged his hair, clattering his shell amulet, and sent delightful tingles all the way to his toes. Their tongues danced, lashing against each other in desperate need. Eventually, they broke for air, both of their chests heaving.

“Oh, Avice,” he moaned. “How I have waited for you.”

His cock pressed painfully against his hose, and Trewoofe longed to shred the garments from them both.

“Waited?” she whispered.

“I have waited for you without even knowing. The piece of me that was always missing. You have torn down the briars that constricted my heart, and instead there are wildflowers that smell of you.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Tell me you are mine.”

“I am yours,” she whispered.

Trewoofe pressed scalding kisses to her face and neck, eliciting a delicious whimper from her. “You have me, until the end of time itself,” he whispered as a single tear made its way down her plump cheek. He caught it with his claw tip and licked it off. “No more tears,” he purred, cupping her face. “I would move paradise and Albion so I never have to see you cry again.”

She pressed into his palm. “They are happy tears.”

Avice dotted a kiss to his chin, slowly trailed her lips and tongue down his jaw, and nipped at his throat. Trewoofe’s colours pulsed, the pink and purple bright in the gloom of their nest. She drew back, her brown eyes bright with lust. Trewoofe burnt under her gaze, and his fingers twitched to rip her dress from her, but before he could, Avice expressed her own desire.

“Take off your clothes,” she ordered.

He blinked at her boldness but gladly did as he was told.

“From now on…” Her eyes widened as he dropped his hose, and his cock bobbed as it sprang free. “…I do not wish to be careful. I wish to live with no regrets.”

Trewoofe’s blood roared in his ears as he tried to rip his tunic over his head. In his hurry, it caught on his horns. He growled as he tugged at it, but he was well and truly stuck. He felt hot as Avice giggled. Here he was, finally about to rut with his little witch, but he had made himself the fool.

“Lower your head,” she said.

He did so. She untangled his horns from his tunic, pulled the garment over his head, and tossed it to the side. Trewoofe was positively flustered. Avice had seen him naked in his human shape, but this was with a different purpose. This was so she would see him not as a patient, but as her lover, her mate, her soul-bound, and her King.

Avice let out a shuddering breath as she took a step closer to him. She placed a splayed hand over his heart; the rhythm of his pulse matching her own. His skin sung as she traced each and every scar over his torso, leaving prickles of desire all over him. She slowly worked her way down, her fingertips tangling the downy, silver hair of his crotch. He whimpered as she twirled it. His cock twitched as she got closer; a large bead of seed oozed from the tip.

She gasped as she finally wrapped her hand around his length. “It is hard, yet the skin is so soft.”

Trewoofe whimpered as she slowly pushed down and pulled up along his cock. She circled his leaking spend over the head with her thumb, smearing it over him. His jaw dropped as she sucked off the droplets that clung to her skin.

She smacked her lips with relish. “You taste both salty and sweet.”

The King dropped to his knees at the wanton sight. “Little witch, please take your clothes off.”

Avice giggled at him, but in one smooth motion she dropped her dress and chemise. The garments gathered at her broad hips. She shimmied out of them the rest of the way, and they fell into the wildflowers with a rustle. He shuffled closer to her, until his nose brushed the space between her breasts. Trewoofe snuffed there eagerly, breathing in her delectable scent. She placed her hands on his shoulders, stopping his feasting before it even began. He arched an eyebrow curiously at her.

“Lie down,” she ordered, ignoring their distance from the furs.