Page 202 of The Knucker King

Chapter 75

Trewoofe

The merriment had gone on until the crescent Moon was high above the gathering. Trewoofe enjoyed the food and dancing and had sampled both ale and wine. He enjoyed the blackberry wine – it was sweet and made his claw tips tingle – but the ale smelt like when he passed water. He had noticed Avice had not touched either. He recalled that her attack had occurred in a place where ale was stored. He understood why she did not wish to drink it.

While Trewoofe had delighted in the festivities, they had gone on for quite some time and showed no sign of slowing down. He was keen to whisk his soul-bound away, so they could consummate their Tail Tie. The rut right after the commitment was important, and he longed to serve Avice. She sat beside him on a log, her temple pressed next to his bicep. Her eyelids drooped; she was clearly tired from the mingling and dancing.

“We could leave,” Trewoofe whispered into her ear.

She smiled softly up at him. “But it is our feast.”

He gestured to the small group of dancing humans and Good Neighbours. “No one will notice. They are too busy having a delightful time.”

Avice scanned her garden. “Bramble and Ashling are playing with the children, so they will not notice either.”

Trewoofe grinned at the pair. Ashling floated above the game, bouncing from head to head of the children as Bramble wove in between them, turning into shadow and popping up unexpectedly to the great delight of the squealing younglings. He had no idea what the game was, but they were having a wonderful time.

“Where do you want to go?” Avice asked, tugging on her end of the tie.

“I want,” he growled quietly, “to take you to the closest glade, and rut you into the wildflowers.”

Avice looked up at him through eyelashes and her lips curved into a seductive smile. “Then take me.”

Nobody had noticed when they fled the party. They giggled deviously as they left, the woods bending to make their escape easier. Trewoofe picked up the pace, excitement pooling at his core. Avice could not keep up with his stride, so he swept her up into his arms, pressing a thousand kisses to her face and neck. She giggled under his lavish attentions, her toes curling into the air.

Trewoofe strode into a clearing. The grass was soft beneath his feet, and the pollen of the rainbow blooms tickled his nose. The crescent Moon bathed the area in her gentle light. The beams glinted off Avice’s midnight hair and illuminated her pale skin. Her gorgeous dress showed the delectable sweep of neck to shoulder, making his mouth water.

Trewoofe ran his forked tongue over her tattoos. Small shoots of her green magic tingled down his spine from the contact. His little witch was so powerful now and brimming with magic. He felt it in every touch and caress. Avice let out a whimper and pressed into his wet tongue as it played with her pendant. She shifted awkwardly from his cradling hold and notched a thigh either side of his hips. Their mouths crashed together. She ran her tongue over his fangs and knotted her fingers into his silver hair, batting playfully at his shell amulet. He groaned as she tugged his scalp and caressed his horn bases.

Beneath his tunic, his display colours flushed from his neck to his groin. Trewoofe’s cock pressed painfully inside his hose. He longed to rip the thin garments separating them free. Avice moaned, and ground against his length. He felt her wet arousal through the fabric and let out a low growl.

“We both are wearing far too many clothes,” he complained.

“Then we should remove them,” Avice teased, unwinding her legs from his hips.

Trewoofe gave her a dazzling smile and planted her firmly on her feet. Without a moment’s hesitation, he dropped his hose. His cock sprang free. Desire tingled down to his toes as Avice raked her gaze over his half-naked form.

She quirked her lip at him. “You are still wearing too much. Take off the tunic.”

Trewoofe tried. He really did. He ripped it over his horns, tearing the collar, but it became trapped on the linen tie connecting their hands.

Avice raised her eyebrows and burst into a fit of giggles. “I believe, we may have forgotten about that part.”

Trewoofe tugged on his end of the tie, and she fell forward into his chest. Her fingertips traced his scars, and she peppered fevered kisses there, landing on one of his nipples. She licked and sucked it, pouring pleasure down his torso. Much to his heart’s delight, she worked her way over to his other one and lavished it with her lips and tongue. Beads of seed leaked from his hard length as it pressed into her soft belly.

Trewoofe pulled back from her, cupping her face with his hands. He dotted a hundred kisses to her face and neck, tasting her sweet skin with his forks. He paid particular attention to Avice’s scars, kissing the ones on her face, and licking a stripe up her pearlescent arm. She rewarded him with breathy moans and eyes so wide that she could not tear from his face.

He pressed his forehead to hers. “You are still wearing far too many clothes.”

Avice giggled and held up her bound wrist with his tunic hanging helplessly on the length of linen connecting them. “How exactly?” He grinned deviously at her before brandishing a claw. He snicked the ties that nestled against her collar bones, and her dress front dropped, revealing her large, luscious breasts.

“Trewoofe!” she gasped. “We still must return to the cottage later. I cannot walk back naked.”

“Whyever not?” he teased, dropping to his knees and rolling the dress down her hips, her triangle of soft hair, and all the way to the carpet of flowers beneath them. “Do not fret…” He licked up her inner thigh, coaxing her open to him. “The cuts are clean, and I can tie them back in place before we return.” He tugged her towards him, and she caught herself on his horns. “But right now, my Queen, let me serve you.”

“Yes,” she replied breathily.

She tightened her grip on his horns and draped a leg over his shoulder. Her thick thigh pressed into his cheek. Trewoofe licked his way up to her centre, before greedily feasting on her delicious flower. He sucked eagerly on her bud, tossing her forward so she leant more heavily on him.