Page 175 of The Knucker King

Trewoofe beamed up at her. “Of course.”

She squeaked as he gripped and rolled her. He did it in such a way that his cock remained inside of her and did not slip out at all. There he was above. Flowers and shells in his horns, and pollen dusting his hair. Like some ancient forest god from deep within the trees, he could eclipse the Sun and the Moon until there was only him. Their height difference had Trewoofe curling over her. He spread her thighs wide and hitched her calves over his sharp hips.

“You were riding me beautifully before, so please do not think that I was not enjoying it,” he praised.

He rained sloppy kisses over her breasts and teased her pebbled nipples with his tongue. Avice squirmed and grunted beneath him, her tattoo pouring magic into the earth beneath them. She thought he was buried deep inside her before, but it was nothing compared to how he filled her now.

Avice could feel her King everywhere.

She was completely covered by him. His body blocked out the crystals above, the scent of wildflowers, and the hum of the geode. There was only Trewoofe, and she would gladly drown in him.

He gave an experimental thrust.

Avice saw stars.

“Oh, my King, it feels so good,” she whimpered.

“I know,” he purred, rolling his hips again. “I know.”

“Rut me,” she begged. “Please.”

That was all the permission Trewoofe needed.

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Chapter 65

Trewoofe

Trewoofe knew, right then and there, that he had been blessed by the ancient gods and goddesses of Albion. When Avice had asked him to be on top, had asked him to rut her, he planned to be slow and careful, to treat her as gently as possible so he did not hurt her. She was so much smaller than him, after all, that is why he had originally named her his ‘little witch’.

He panted heavily as he curled over Avice, completely buried inside her. His sweat dripped onto her, and she stared lustfully back up at him. She squirmed delightfully on his cock, her cheeks and chest flushed red. His own display colours were vivid in the gloom. He was glowing from his chin to his groin, so excited to be rutting her, they had taken on a life of its own.

Trewoofe flicked his eyes down to where they were joined. “Look how well you take me,” he praised. “How your flower opens up for my cock.”

He circled his hips and Avice gasped. “My Lord, please,”

“Please, what?” he teased, ceasing his movement.

She huffed indignantly. “Trewoofe!” She squirmed back onto him. “I need it.”

Avice – not gently – reached up to grab his horn, pulling his face down to hers. He purred at the yanking sensation, his cock twitching and releasing more seed inside her.

No Knuckerlings.

Trewoofe shifted the part inside himself that made his spend, filtering out the piece that planted and grew inside females. Though, how he longed to watch Avice round with his offspring. Her body thickening: breasts bigger, hips wider, and more of a rear to squeeze. He nearly drooled at the image, and his cock twitched deep within her.

“When you are ready, I cannot wait to fill you with my seed,” he purred, “and put a Knuckerling in your belly.”

“When it is time, I will welcome it, eagerly.”

Avice pressed smouldering kisses along his jawline, and her lips found his own. She nipped at him, kissing him like she wanted to crawl under his skin. As their tongues danced, Trewoofe nearly pulled all the way out of her. Avice bucked and whimpered, squirming towards him, trying to get him deep within her again.

He gripped her thick, delicious waist. “Be patient.”

Avice let out a whimper as he ever-so-slowly pushed back in with a shudder. He repeated the languid thrusts, until his little witch was a puddle beneath him. He wanted to take his time. If he hurried their rutting, he would release his spend like a juvenile Knucker on his first encounter, which was not what he wanted. This special moment with Avice in the wildflowers and his cock buried deep within her, he needed to treasure it forever.

But Avice was greedy, and not in agreement to savour the moment. She incoherently begged him to take her, to rut her, to make her forget her name, to make her forget everything, and to make her his.