Page 101 of The Knucker King

Avice had never been lovelier than she was now.

Here she was, rosy and beaming in his arms as they danced together. To Trewoofe, she was a night sky goddess who had lowered herself to dance with a humble Sidhe King. She was raw, vulnerable, fierce, truly herself in ways he had seen more of in their time together.

As they spun, clapped, and stomped, cascading waves of magic pulled to them from the singing Faerie choir, bursting out of their undulating bodies again in pulsing cascades. Dancing together, the magic escaped from his ward, sweeping away the snowstorm like a wind scattering leaves. He tore his eyes from Avice and looked above. Their efforts had blown away the clouds. For the first time in what felt like forever, he saw the full Moon. The light added to the shimmering air now cast everything in an ethereal glow.

The crackling magic set his blood aflame, and the King danced faster and faster, just as he would if he were competing with another male for a female Knucker’s attention.

And there was no female Knucker.

There was only Avice.

She was all there would ever be for him.

Realisation struck him. He was courting his little witch; she just did not know it yet. Trewoofe twirled her. Her bare feet kicked up loose petals, and the pollen tickled his nose, making him sneeze.

“Bless you, my King,” she giggled, running her hands down his chest in a way that made his display colours brighten.

“I like it…” he panted, sweat peppering his upper lip. “…when you call me that.”

She twirled around him, spiritedly dodging his grasping hands, trailing her fingers from his belly, across the point of his hip, and the small of his back. Desire skittered up his spine, making his clawed toes dig into soil. He rippled under her touch, moving his body in the hypnotic way a snake moves across the earth, his erection pressing painfully against his clothes.

Never had he wanted her so much. How he longed to lower her to the thrumming earth beneath them and rut her into the flowers that grew from their combined efforts.

“Avice,” he growled playfully. “Your warmth is needed.”

She laughed as he reached for her, allowing herself to be caught. He snagged her by the elbows and swung her in the air. She whooped in delight as the shimmering magic settled onto her sweating skin and tousled hair. She slipped down his torso, her soft curves rubbing up against him in a way that made him weak at the knees. Finally, as the Faerie song tapered out, she gasped as he dipped her. His arm cradled her back and neck while he brushed loosened strands of her hair from her eyes.

Trewoofe grazed his nose against hers. He sucked in a breath at the sultry expression she gave him, peering up at him through her eyelashes. She covered his hand with her own, blunt nails gripping at him.

One heartbeat.

Two.

The world stopped when she pressed her lips to his.

He blinked in surprise before pushing back into her. He felt the knotty raise of her scar amongst the plush of her lips, letting out a desperate moan.

Avice pulled back and slapped a hand to her mouth. “I am sorry, Lord.”

Trewoofe panicked then, planting her flat on her feet. “Why are you sorry?”

“I should have asked before I kissed you,” she explained, touching her reddened lips.

“Is that what it is called?” he asked, cupping her cheeks with his hands.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Have you not been kissed before?”

He shook his head, eyes trained on her. “Never.”

She licked her lips. “Neither have I.”

“I would like you to do it again,” he blurted, hunching over so their faces were close. “I liked it.”

“So did I,” she admitted, tracing her fingertips over her pendant, and then brushing his flushed throat.

“Can we do it again… please?”

Avice giggled at his shameless begging. His eyes rolled back into his head as their mouths crashed against each other like a tide against the shore. Neither of them was particularly adept at this ‘kissing’, but to him it felt like paradise.