Page 203 of The Knucker King

“Yes, my King,” Avice moaned, smoothing her palms up and down his horns.

Trewoofe mumbled a reply and doubled his efforts. She was soaked, and her arousal saturated his skin. His forks worked in tandem. One teasing her bud, and the other working its way in and out of her dripping entrance. She began to rock across his face, grinding into him as she rode his tongue. She pulsed and clamped around him, moaning and tugging at him as her pleasure mounted. She clattered his amulet with her movements, and the sound made his arousal colours brighter.

Avice tensed beneath his ministrations, and Trewoofe knew she was close to her pinnacle. She keened as she came, tossing herself further forward onto his tongue. Trewoofe loved the press of her body over him as he strummed her to completion. He knew her so well now, and he loved to play with her until she was oversensitive and gasping for him to enter her. She looped the tie around his horn and tugged his head back from her flower. He flashed her a devious grin as he took in her shining eyes and red cheeks.

“Enough,” she snapped.

If Trewoofe did not know her better, he would have thought she were mad at him. The opposite was true. She wanted him, she wanted his body over hers, and to feel his seed fill her.

“Enough of what?” he asked, turning his lips down into a false pout.

“You know what,” she replied, tugging his head back further.

His pout turned into a devious grin. “I do not, my Queen. You will have to tell me. Use your words.”

Avice removed her thigh from his shoulder, unwound the tie, and dropped to her knees next to him. She glided her hand over his cock. Moaning, he snagged her wrist, preventing her from teasing him further.

“Not tonight,” Trewoofe purred. “All of my seed is going inside you. I will not waste a drop of it.”

“Then rut me, my King.” She gripped his length, before removing her hand completely. “Please.”

He quirked his lip at her and pulled her flush against his body. Skin to skin, heart to heart, face to face. He could not tear his gaze away from her. The unfathomable adoration swirling in her eyes matched the depth of his love. He gripped the hair at the back of her head and tugged her back, exposing her pulsing throat. Trewoofe nipped at her earlobe. Working his way down the sweep of her neck and landing on her collar bones. The inked green leaves glowed under his fangs. Avice gasped, pressing harder into him as though she could crawl under his skin. Her full breasts and soft belly against the ladder of his ribs and sharp hips bones were delightful. The contrast deeply stimulated his desire. His cock twitched between the press of their bodies, smearing little drops of spend on her skin.

“Lord, please. Take me. Fill me with your seed,” she begged, her voice vibrating through his lips as they pressed to her throat. “I need it, Trewoofe.”

He nodded, grazing his fangs against her delicate veins. “You are a gift. Surely, I have been blessed by Nature herself.”

Like lightning, Trewoofe spun Avice around, and curled her over. He ran his tongue over his fangs at the sight of her on her hands and knees. She had left the rumpled flower crown on, and something about the sight of that drove him wild. His nostrils flared at the delicious scent emanating from her flower, and he raked his eyes slowly down her back. Her sigil was green now, ever since the Spriggan Queen’s touch. The ink shifted along her spine and glowed under the Moonbeams. Power thrummed from her, and soft flowers bloomed were her palms and knees touched the grass.

Finally, his gaze landed on her firm, delectable rear. Avice smirked over her shoulder at his reverent gaze. She wiggled in his direction, pressing a plump cheek to his hardened cock. The touch, so close to her flower, roused him from his study of her delicious curves. He looped the linen connecting them around her ankle. He tugged, spreading her even wider. She giggled as she lost her balance and propped herself up on her forearms.

“That is new,” she observed.

Trewoofe pulled the tie tight. “I am using what is at my disposal.” He took his length in hand and notched himself at her soaking entrance. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she growled impatiently, pushing back into him.

He let out an undignified yelp and snagged her waist. “A moment, little witch. Let yourself adjust.”

“Lord, this is not our first rut,” Avice protested, but kept still under his firm grip. “I will be fine.”

“It is not, but you do not have the healing waters nearby to sooth any aches,” he explained. “Please, humour your soul-bound.”

She grunted impatiently but relented. “I will humour you.”

“Thank you, you will be rewarded for it,” he teased.

Trewoofe took himself, hot and hard, in his trembling hand. The sight of the linen tie wrapped around her wrist, her ankle, and connected to him made more seed bead on his cockhead. He circled his thumb over it, smearing himself with the drops. Licking his lips at the sight of her dripping flower, he slotted his narrow hips fully between her spread thighs. The head of his erection nudged at her entrance, and he growled as her arousal eased his way. Trewoofe dimpled her waist with his claws as he pushed ever-so-slowly into her. She gasped as he twitched his way deep inside her. His first thrust so sweet and tender, and Avice let out a sob that sounded an awful lot like ‘please’.

Finally, his groin was flush against her rear, and he relished the delicious way she held him inside her. Avice pushed back against him, growing impatient at his lack of movement. He slipped deeper than ever before, touching something inside her that was an entirely new sensation. For several unified heartbeats, they were one. Occupying the same space in the cosmos: giving and receiving, the purple and green of their respective magics weaving into something stronger as it pulsed into the surrounding woods and fields. Their power fed the Sidhe, fortified the wards, and renewed the efficacy of healing waters in the Underneath.

Trewoofe nearly released right then but managed to hold it back. On his knees, braced behind her, he felt so far away from Avice. He lowered himself, his hands covering hers as they curled into the flowers, so his torso was flush against her glowing spine. He wanted to feel her, drink in her soft skin and delicious scent. Her flower crown was adorably askew on her head, which made his core tighten further with arousal.

Trewoofe nipped at her earlobe, making her quiver. “I humbly request, that you wear a flower crown on future ruts.”

She burst into a fit of giggles. Her joy rippled through her body, making her flower grip tightly around his cock. His eyes rolled back into his head as he began. He retreated from her, and slid back in. He repeated the motion, speeding up with each delicious thrust. The harder he went, the more mouth-watering the moans were that left Avice’s rosebud lips. Eventually, the only sounds he could register was her gasping his name and the feral slap of their bodies.

His pleasure mounted, and pressure built at his core. Trewoofe was close, but he wanted to haul Avice over the edge with him. He would not take his pleasure until he had given her more.