Page 204 of The Knucker King

Balancing on one hand, he snaked the other around to her breasts as they bounced in rhythm to his thrusts. He palmed one greedily. She let out a squeak of surprise as he rolled a nipple between his fingertips. He trailed down to her lower belly, feeling it bulge with the movement of his cock. Finally, Trewoofe dipped below her soft curls. He found her bud and felt her pulsing there. He licked his lips greedily, the taste of her still on his tongue. He wished somehow, he could rut her from behind and lick her at the same time.

Mindful of his claws, he circled her bud with his fingers.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Agonisingly.

She gasped under his gentle ministrations.

“Trewoofe, I am—”

She broke into a wail.

He huffed and puffed into her nape as she clamped down on him, plummeting into her climax. His thrusts grew more haphazard as his core tightened. Their bodies were slick with sweat as they writhed and rutted each other.

“Little witch… I am… It is…”

“Yes, Trewoofe! Fill me up with your seed. Put a Knuckerling in me,” she begged.

Her exciting words threw him off the cliff of his pleasure. She knew how to say the right things to heave him over his precipice. Though for now it was a tease, how he longed to release his spend and watch her belly round with his young.

Finally, after he had spilled every last drop inside her, he resisted the urge to collapse directly onto her languid, satiated form. Instead, he dropped to his side. Rolling her with him and tucking her back against his torso. Little sparks of green and purple magic danced where their skin met, adding to the delicious pleasure of their afterglow.

He kept his cock inside her. Wrapping his legs around her, he tangled his calves in the tie around her ankle, keeping her a close as possible. He held her hard enough that he could hear the blood singing through her veins. He wanted his seed inside her for as long as possible, even if there would be no Knuckerling yet. Knowing that she was marked with him, that he reached places inside of her where no other would, brought him immense gratification.

Avice relished the attention he gave her during and after their rutting. He panted, blowing her tousled hair around. It tickled his nose and tangled her tresses with his own. Their black and silver strands entwined together reminded him of the night sky. He glanced up. It was as though the cosmos was blessing their courtship, Tail Tie, and rut. One hundred thousand stars sparkled, dancing around a narrow smile of a crescent Moon.

“They are shining just for us,” he murmured.

Avice turned her head. Her expression was languid, and she flicked her gaze to the sky.

“They remind me of your scales,” she whispered, her brown eyes so deep they seemed to absorb the light of the Moon and stars. “I thought so, ever since you carried me the first time to the cottage, and then to my patient.” A line appeared between her brows. “It feels like a lifetime ago.”

Trewoofe kissed her sweaty neck. “So much has changed. I am forever grateful that it did.” He sighed happily as they continued to observe the cosmos, spotting the river of stars pouring across the black. “Do you see that mass of them?”

“Yes.”

“That is the Shimmering Veil,” he explained. “It is where a Dragon’s soul goes when they die. When a Knucker knows it is their time, they swim down their final river and emerge in a valley far from the ones they love. They crawl out and die. Their flesh and bones nourish the land, and the place they choose becomes sacred, blessed with flowers year-round. But the soul… that is where it goes.”

She quirked her lip at him. “But we have the Goddess’ Kiss, we will not pass through the Shimmering Veil.”

He smiled tenderly at her. “I, in fact, have the kisses of two Goddesses.”

Avice scrunched her nose at him. “I am not a Goddess, my Lord.”

“Goddess is an understatement. For you are exquisite,” he purred, pressing his hot lips to hers. “You are a radiant beam that has illuminated my days and brought me comfort in the night. I am so thankful I will have the rest of my life with you.”

“You have me forever, Lord. Until the Sun goes out,” Avice replied, snuggling back down into the fold of his arms.

He squeezed her close, close enough that he could feel their hearts thrum in union and their souls entwine. “Even after the Sun, Moon, and stars burn out, you will have me.”

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Epilogue

Avice