Page 140 of The Knucker King

Exhausted from being careful.

It was time for her to choose something for herself.

Trewoofe’s actions: his victory in the fight, his protectiveness, his devotion, his apology, and his claiming of her as his soul-bound had made her burn with desire for him.

It had all come down to this moment, here, with him.

Magic from his touch and the flowered ridge thrummed up her spine, making her sigil twitch with pleasure. She understood that he did not have the ability to switch into his more compatible body at that moment – that his protectiveness of her prohibited it even – but that made her want him even more. She tingled with excitement at the prospect of experiencing more intimate acts with him in his Knucker shape.

So, when Trewoofe blinked in surprise at her admission, she felt emboldened. It was time for her to make her own choices, to seek out the things she wished to experience. If he was willing and wanting, she could think of no one better – or safer – to experience her desires with.

“Everywhere?” he repeated.

Avice gripped one of the thicker, corded veins in his flushed crest. She stroked, eliciting a deep whimper and another buck of his hips. She peeked down at his engorged length again, her mouth-watering, and watched the thick beads of seed as they dripped onto the wildflowers. There was no way he would fit into her right now, but there were other things they could do together.

“Everywhere,” she asserted, her voice thick with desire.

Trewoofe leant back and stood on his hind legs. He shifted his forepaws so they were braced on the cave wall on either side of the ridge. His talons dug into the salted granite for balance, and he lowered his head to her.

“Show me,” Trewoofe purred.

His hot breath buffeted her, setting her skin aflame.

“Show you what?”

“Everywhere.”

Avice’s heart felt like it might drum right out of her chest as she stood. Would he like her bare? Would he think she was beautiful? What if he did not like what he saw?

As though he could sense her apprehension, he rubbed the very tip of his snout against her cheek. “Do not shy away from me. I have longed to see you.”

Avice smiled tenderly at him, and he swished his tail in response, the tip of it splashing into the tidal pool. His encouragement invigorated her. She slipped her dress and chemise down to her broad hips, leaving them there while she fiddled with the breast band.

Trewoofe watched eagerly as his crest fluttered and he rubbed himself along the flowered cave wall. Her fingers fumbled with the knot on the band and he growled impatiently. She felt a flush of power then, that just seeing her was enough to make a Sidhe King weak. She gulped and finally pulled the band away, exposing her breasts to the warm cave air.

The Knucker shifted his gaze, his pupils following the slight bounce of them as she tossed the band aside. “They are so pretty.” He flicked his tongue, the very tip of a fork dipping between her breasts, fiddling with her pendant and key, before retracting it again. “I love how soft they are.”

Avice flushed. “Thank you, Lord.”

“What do you call these?” he asked, a fork brushing the pebbled centre of a breast.

“Nipples,” she replied headily.

Trewoofe’s tongue retreated and he thrusted again. “Ah, so this is how you will feed my Knuckerlings,” he rumbled approvingly.

Avice clenched her thighs together, her arousal doubling just from his statement. She did not know that words could be used in such a way – to excite – and she was soaked from it. The thought of him filling her, overflowing her, putting his young in her belly… It was nearly enough to fling her over the edge of climax.

“Yes,” she whimpered as he licked from one breast to another, slicking her with his saliva.

Trewoofe drew back his tongue, his eyes bright in the gloom. “Will you show me the rest of you?”

Avice nodded. She wiggled her dress and chemise off the rest of the way, kicking them off to the side. She did not know what to do with her hands, so she reached forward to run her fingers over the tip of his snout, squashing her breasts against his smooth scales. Trewoofe purred at that, but lightly pushed her back, his pupils contracting as he studied her. He puffed at the black curls between the top of her thighs, making her giggle.

“Will you show me what is between your legs?” he asked, greedily bucking his hips again as his crest coloured more vividly.

“I can…” she whispered, trying to calm her galloping heart. Get it together. This is what you dreamt. This is what you imagined in the garden. What you want is being offered to you.

“Little witch?” Trewoofe’s eyes shone with concern. “We can stop if you are not sure.”