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“Bring your flower up here and sit on my face.”

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Chapter 64

Avice

“You want me to what?” Avice asked.

She had heard him, of course. Her arousal leaked from her at his wanton words, soaking his belly with her wetness.

Trewoofe titled his head, a smirk dancing on his lips. “You heard me.”

“Say it again,” she ordered, unable to resist grinding her centre down onto him.

He flashed his fangs and repeated his statement slowly, with even more desire, “Bring your flower up here and sit on my face.”

Avice did.

She crawled up his body and hovered above his lips. Yes, Trewoofe was tall and strong, but she was concerned she may suffocate him if she put her full weight onto him.

“I said, sit,” he growled, gripping her thighs and pulling her down to his mouth.

Avice melted at his firm order, allowing herself to be taken in the way he wanted her. His eager tongue licked a stripe from her soaking entrance to her bud. Her sigil twitched. Pleasure shot down her spine and curled her toes into the flowers, tangling into the petals and leaves. Trewoofe slid his hands from her upper thighs, and palmed her rear, gently rocking her back and forth along the spread of his forked tongue.

A moan – unbidden – escaped Avice, echoing into their nesting cavern. Her wetness and his saliva mingled on her flower as he lapped at her like a thirsty beast. His forks danced, switching positions, focusing on one area before dividing their efforts. Every single nerve ending was alive as he stimulated her.

Then, his lips found her bud, and he sucked.

She wailed his name as every part of her twitched with euphoria.

Pressure built, and beads of sweat dripped down her sensitive skin and mingled with his own. Trewoofe doubled his efforts, and a fork dipped down to tease her entrance. Avice gasped at that, falling forward at the suddenness of it. She caught herself on his horns, wrapping her hands them, jangling the shell amulet with her fingertips. Trewoofe purred appreciatively at the new angle, and the vibrations made her drool. Just as she was about to sit back, his hand gripped her rear firmly, making sure she stayed in place.

Avice remained.

His tongue was a sweeping wave, pouring over her in the ebbs and flows like the tide. Trewoofe continued his pattern. Avice’s pleasure mounted and she let out babbling admiration of his efforts. Words of praise ripped from her lips. She sang of how strong he was, how good he was at giving her pleasure, how she loved his tongue on her flower, how he was her King, and how he was hers forever.

“I am yours, my Lord. From now until the end of time.”

Trewoofe hummed his approval.

That was enough.

Avice fell.

She crashed into the wave of pleasure that had been threatening to flood her from the moment his tongue had met her flower.

Avice told him.

“My King, I am—”

She screamed. The sounds of her climax resonated with the hum of the crystals in their chamber. Her fingers slid to the base of his horns and gently tugged at his scalp as waves of pleasure drowned her veins. Every single part of her throbbed with euphoria, she had never felt so alive, so wanted, so present, and so adored.

Trewoofe bucked and whimpered beneath her, before finally lifting her from his mouth and sucking in a deep breath. She slid back down his body, straddled his hips, and rested her temple against his thrumming heart.

His cock poked at her rear.

Trewoofe was already hard again.