Page 174 of The Knucker King

Avice was bewildered. Was that normal? She had always thought that after one spill, it took a while for males to recover. Was it Knucker or Dragon stamina? Or was it just Trewoofe?

Seize the moment. She traced the pearlescent scar on her side. No more regrets or being careful. You know he wants this as much as you.

Avice pressed a kiss to the raised scar over his drumming heart. Trewoofe was still puffing, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. She was so languid, so relaxed, if she was going to take his significant cock… it had to be now. She scooted down; her dripping arousal slickened his hardened length. He twitched at that and blearily opened his eyes.

“Little witch, what are you—”

Trewoofe let out a groan as she wrapped her hand around his cock. She notched his wide tip at her soaking entrance. Avice hissed at the stretch as she lowered herself onto him. The fork of his tongue in his Knucker body had managed to fit – which was much larger – so she was determined his delicious cock would too.

“Avice, if it hurts, you must stop,” he whimpered, gripping their bed of blooms.

“Shush, it does not hurt,” she reassured. Her eyes met his, they shone with concern, but also deep, primal desire. “I am merely adjusting to you.”

Trewoofe’s gaze dropped to where they had joined. “I have… I have dreamt of this.”

She followed his line of sight and nearly finished just from the view. His blunt, purplish head was vivid against her dripping pink centre. The width spread her, filling her in a way she could scarcely comprehend.

Avice wanted more.

Like a woman dying of thirst finding a sacred spring, she would slake herself on Trewoofe. She knew he would happily give it. Power flushed her. He would give anything she asked of him and she loved that.

She lowered herself further onto his slickened length, taking in his wider shaft. Trewoofe whimpered, restraining himself from bucking up, and curled his fingers into the flowers. Avice saw stars as she felt him twitch deep within, brushing against a pulsing point of pleasure inside her.

“Nature’s blessing, Avice,” Trewoofe groaned. “You are so tight, are you sure it does not hurt?”

Touched by his concern, she wiggled further down, taking more of him slowly. She wanted him to fill her completely, to touch part of her no one had before. There was a twinge deep inside, and she could not supress the grimace that passed over her face. Trewoofe missed nothing and gripped her thighs to prevent her from taking more of him.

Avice grunted in frustration. “Lord, I want to feel more of you inside.”

“I do not want to hurt you,” Trewoofe grumbled, trying to lift her. “You have been through much and I do not want to add to your pain.”

“If you tell me to stop,” Avice hissed, “I will. Please know, you are not hurting me. It was a slight pinch, but I know you would never cause me pain. I want this, my King, more than I have ever wanted anything.”

She watched sweat bead on his forehead and drip down onto the petals below them. For an excruciatingly long time, Trewoofe said nothing. Only the sound of the humming crystals, and the feeling of his throbbing cock inside her kept her in place. He was taking such a long time to reply, she was about to move off him… Then he pushed her slowly further down his cock.

A delicious stinging stretch had Avice keening. Trewoofe gasped and a lewd, wet squelch met her ears, stunning her to silence. She looked down at where they were joined, where their bodies prepared to dance to the oldest song in the cosmos. Avice had taken every single part of his all-encompassing cock. She was sure her belly bulged slightly with it all inside of her. She rocked experimentally, shooting delightful tingles down her limbs. Trewoofe purred, dimpling her rear with his claws as she wriggled on top of him. They awkwardly tried to find rhythm, but her Knucker was much bigger than her. Avice had trouble balancing on him, let alone finding a movement that did not leave her frustrated with wanting… more.

Trewoofe seemed to be enjoying himself though. He puffed and groaned beneath her, palming her rear greedily as she tried to ride him. Avice squirmed vigorously, flushed with power as his eyes rolled back in his head. He jolted at the movement. His horns cracked into the flowers, making his shells clatter loudly.

Avice could not believe she had – in her lust – forgotten how being flat on his back was uncomfortable for him. His horns arched his neck awkwardly, and he could not fully lose himself in their tryst. She huffed. Avice did not feel like she was doing an adequate job of pleasuring her King, and self-consciousness flowed in.

Trewoofe opened his eyes, a look of concern on his face. He removed his hands from her rear and propped himself up on his elbows.

“My soul-bound, what is wrong?” he asked.

“I do not feel like I am doing this correctly,” Avice admitted.

He gave her an encouraging smile. “I am thoroughly relishing you riding my cock.” Avice blushed and looked away. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”

“It feels nice,” she allowed, “but I thought it would be more?”

He bucked up into her, and she let out a gasp. “How so? It is our first time together, it will take time for us to learn each other fully.”

She bit her lip. “How do Knuckers ‘rut’?”

Trewoofe rumbled. “In a variety of ways. Males on top is most common. We curl our bodies in such a way that we are face to face, and we can lick each other’s crests and necks.”

“Could we try so we are face to face?” Avice asked. “Until I am more practiced at this?”