Page 172 of The Knucker King

Trewoofe nodded and lay flat on his back in the wildflowers. He was determined to ignore the painful arch on his neck caused by his sweeping horns. The petals were oh-so-soft against his singing skin, and the image of rutting Avice into them had his cock twitching with anticipation.

Avice placed her hand on her pendant. “Will you” – she cleared her throat – “open your legs?”

“Open my…?” He watched as she knelt beside him, and trailed her fingers up his inner thigh, coaxing him to do so. She gave him a wicked grin as she crawled over him and settled herself between his legs. “Little witch, what are you— Oh… OH!”

Trewoofe never imagined that she would kiss his cock. She dotted her burning lips all over his skin as she explored his shaft and stones. He realised that she was discovering him, just as he had discovered her. Each gentle touch was followed by a swirl of her tongue. He was so hard, the head was flushed purple. After he felt like he had died and revived a dozen times, her rosebud lips opened, and she took him in her mouth. That was nearly enough to have him finish, but then, Avice sucked. A lewd popping sound had him tossing his horns back into the blooms. He knocked nose-itching pollen up into the air and made his shell amulet clatter. He groaned gutturally at the delightful sensation.

“Does that hurt?” she asked.

He propped himself up on his elbows. “Of course not! Why would you ask such a thing?”

She licked a speck of white from her lips. “The face you were pulling and the noises you were making.”

“Those were signs of my pleasure,” he rumbled. “I never imagined you would take me in your lovely mouth.”

Avice wiggled closer to him, her pendant hanging low and brushing against his stones. The combination from the warmth of her skin, and the cool of the crystal made his toes twitch.

She licked a stripe up his shaft, before kissing the purple tip. “I daydreamed about doing this to you. I wanted to touch you and know what you tasted like.”

“Really?” he asked. “I had no idea you lusted after me the same way I lusted for you.”

She kissed and licked the tip again, drawing a whimper from his lips. “Even before you could change, I dreamt of you and your tongue. And then when you did have a human body…”

Avice did not finish her sentence and instead took him in her mouth. She worked down his shaft until she was about halfway, and she could not take anymore. Trewoofe could not tear his eyes from the sight of her hair draped over him, her hands splayed over his thighs, and her mouth tight over his cock. She let out a wanton gurgle and tickled him with her small tongue.

“Oh, little witch,” he groaned, as she worked her way up and down his length. He fought to keep his eyes open. He had to see her, surely this was a sight he would only get in paradise otherwise. “I love your mouth, your tongue. I believe the only place that would feel better is the flower between your legs.”

She let out a muffled whimper but carried on with her mission. Familiar pleasure built at his core. The same sensation as back in the cave, when she had teased him with her words rather than with her lips. The way Avice was ravishing him, he would finish in her mouth sooner rather than later.

He warned her of such, just as stars began to dance across his vision. “I will spill my seed on your tongue if you keep that up.”

Avice was emboldened, treating his words as a promise rather than a warning. Her tongue danced over his soft skin while she worked her mouth up and down his hard length. Unable to prop himself up any longer – his trembling arms weakened by her ravishing – he dropped down. His horns arched his neck at an uncomfortable angle, but he did not care as he squeezed his eyes shut. Trewoofe could only concentrate on his soul-bound, and the feeling of her mouth worshipping his cock.

Pressure and pleasure both mounted. Avice pressed herself into him. The cold brush of her dangling pendant had him ripping the flowers out and tossing them into the magic-heavy air. White-hot pleasure jolted down his spine, finally overflowing the dam it had been filling, and released.

“Avice,” he hissed. “I am going to spill.”

His little witch did not relent, and instead upped her tempo, sucking out his soul along with his spend. Trewoofe roared as he came, bucking his hips haphazardly into her eager mouth. She gagged for a moment and pulled back slightly. She sucked up every last drop of his scorching seed. Just when he thought he might expire from pleasure, she released him with a lewd smack of her lips.

Trewoofe puffed and wheezed, unable to open his eyes as starbursts danced on the back of his eyelids. He felt her press her hot cheek to his inner thigh, panting heavily after her efforts. They lay there together, the wind knocked from them both, as they recovered from his earth-shattering orgasm.

Still puffing, Trewoofe propped himself up on his elbows and peered blearily down at his soul-bound. She met his face through snarls of her hair; she was delightfully pink and flushed. Avice licked a stray white drop from her red lips and whimpered as she swallowed it down.

“My King,” she croaked. “You taste delicious.”

Trewoofe had to kiss her.

He reached for her, his claws dimpling her biceps, and hauled her up his body. She giggled deliriously as their sweat slicked the way, and she settled against his scarred torso.

Avice propped her chin on his chest and peered up at him. “That was—”

Trewoofe crushed his lips to hers and tasted himself there. Salt, sweet, and pollen stained his tongue. Her mouth was scalding, and he nipped at her reddened lips with his fangs. His forks captured her tongue in their grip and squeezed it gently until Avice let out a squeak of surprise. He abandoned her mouth, nuzzling and nipping his way down her jawline. Trewoofe tickled her ear with his tongue, and she rewarded him with a breathy moan. He felt the tiny bumps rise on her arms and trailed his claws over them.

“I want to taste you,” Trewoofe purred into her throat. Avice blushed and tried to wriggle off him. He gripped her tight. “Where are you going?”

“You said you wished to taste me.” She scrunched her face in confusion. “I was going to lay down for you, like I did in the cave.”

Trewoofe scanned her delicious sweeping curves and her thick thighs. He landed on her triangle of soft curls just beneath her belly. He licked his lips before tilting his chin up to meet her eyes.