Page 79 of The Knucker King
She had tried to get him to lie down so she could repair his wounds first, but when he saw her chattering teeth and the frost in her hair, he insisted that she make herself comfortable before he submit to her ministrations.
So, there he sat, dying to look but respectful of her modesty. That was until he heard a hiss of pain, followed by a whimper.
Trewoofe could not bear it.
He stole a glance over his shoulder, and his jaw dropped in horror at what he saw. On her belly was a huge purple bruise, vivid against her pale skin. He shot up, once again banging his horns on the beams, and dashed towards her.
“I know a Tall One did this!” he snarled. “I could smell it on your cloak. It is taking all my self-control right now to not change back, go to the Underneath, and tear them all apart. Do you know who did it to you?”
Bramble piped up from his spot by the hearth. I killed one called Robin. I did not catch the other’s name.
“Well done!” Trewoofe acknowledged before turning back to Avice.
It was then he realised exactly how bare she was.
Her cloak and boots were tossed on the floor. Her chemise and dress pooled around her broad hips. He spotted the inked leaves on her collar bones that curled up her shoulders and out of sight down her back. His gaze dipped. Only a thin piece of cloth covered her breasts, and his eyes drew to the round pebbles on each one, straining against the fabric as though they wished to escape.
Trewoofe blinked as he registered that Avice had recoiled from him, her mouth open in a silent scream. Had he scared her? That was not his intention. His reaction to her injury was because he adored her and it was devastating to see her hurt.
He slouched, trying to shrink himself. “Little witch, I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you.”
She closed her mouth with a snap. “It is alright… You surprised me more than anything. I am, um, in a state of undress, Lord.”
He tilted his head. “I apologise, but I still need to know who did that to you.”
“A Tall One.” Her throat bobbed. “He had mismatched eyes. Blue and green. He…” Tears welled in her eyes. “…he tried to violate me.”
The thought of her being defiled in such a way while trying to save him had him dropping to his knees before her. “I know that Faerie,” Trewoofe growled. “He will die for it.”
Her breath hitched. “Thank you.”
Avice reached into his hair and caressed the base of one of his horns, sending sparks of pleasure shooting down his scalp all the way to his toes.
Trewoofe rolled his eyes in bliss, rumbling from her caress. “How did you get away?”
She giggled as he leant further into her touch. “I go gathering in woods teeming with Good Neighbours. My herbing knife is made from iron. I am not foolish enough to travel the land without some sort of weapon.”
“My little witch is clever,” he purred, before dropping his gaze back to the harsh bruise on her belly. “Let me soothe your aches? I cannot bear it that you have been injured on my behalf.”
Her fingers froze, entwined in his hair.
One heartbeat.
Two.
“Please do.”
His stomach somersaulted at her consent.
Trewoofe inched himself closer, shuffling forward on his knees. He dipped his head, opened his mouth, and extended his tongue. He brushed it against her silken skin. Avice tensed before relaxing into him.
He stifled a whimper as he ran his tongue over her softness, lapping at her like he was dying of thirst and she was a sacred spring. He looked up. Her large breasts rose and fell. The little pebbles beneath the cloth were more pronounced than before. It gave him pleasure to see his gifted pendant following the pattern of her breath. She dropped her chin. He curled in delight at the rosiness of her cheeks and heady glint to her eyes.
She feels as excited as me.
His throat flushed just as his crest would, colours of pink and purple shifting just beneath the skin. The coloured display was followed by the hard press of his erection against his hose. He dropped his gaze back to her belly, the bruise was long gone, but neither of them had uttered the word ‘stop’.
I need to rut.
