Chapter 51 #2
“My King, please.”
He purred in approval and finally played with the soft black curls that sheltered her centre, making her pant as he brushed them with his tongue. She gasped and thrusted up as the edge of a fork flicked against her pearl.
Bud, she corrected herself. He called it a bud; I like that name more.
Avice would be lying to herself if his comparisons of her body to flowers did not appeal to her. The local blooms were beautiful, wild, and simply what they were. They were what Avice aspired to be. If her Knucker wanted to call what was between her legs a flower, she was more than happy with that.
“Yes! There!” she gasped as he lapped again.
Trewoofe was fully at her centre now. The very tips of his forks nuzzled and rolled her swollen bud.
She was throbbing and oh-so-sensitive as he slowly explored the upper part of her ‘flower’.
Delicious pressure built at her centre at his languid pace, achingly sweet and slow.
It mounted as he tugged her up to the precipice of orgasm.
The moment a fork dipped to tease her entrance, while the other still massaged her bud, Avice fell.
She saw stars; she really did.
They danced across her vision as she plummeted into her climax, pleasure pulsed through her body and thrummed into the lush floral rug beneath her. She ripped the flowers under her fingers as they curled; the buds immediately popped back into existence with sparks of magic from her tattoo.
Trewoofe gave her no respite from her first climax before he had her chasing her second. He slowly pushed his fork inside her. She gasped at the sting but rolled her hips into the delicious stretch. A worried sheen passed over his eyes. Avice panicked then, she did not want him to stop.
“Carry on,” she whimpered. “It was a surprise, but I like it. I love it.” She gasped as he wriggled inside further with a satisfied rumble that made his tongue vibrate.
Avice felt so full, so stretched. The fork thrusted in and out of her, massaging her, reaching deeper in with each probe. As Trewoofe tasted her, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he mumbled something incoherent around his tongue.
Avice could not be sure, but it sounded like: ‘delicious’, ‘made for me’, and ‘perfect’. She could get used to his worshipful words, and she melted into him. The combination of the forks of his drooling tongue rolling her bud and thrusting inside her was enough to have her squirming.
The throbbing pleasure released.
“My King!” she keened. “I am going to—”
She gushed as her second orgasm was ripped from her, soaking his tongue with her arousal.
Trewoofe lapped at her eagerly, flexing his flesh against her.
She flushed with shame at how wet she was, and if not for the languid pulses weighing down her limbs, she would have covered herself with embarrassment.
Avice quickly realised she did not need to be ashamed. Trewoofe let out a muffled roar as he rocked erratically, his talons digging further into the cave wall and pupils widening as his pleasure began to overwhelm him.
She wanted to see.
Trewoofe’s tongue followed her as she slid over to the ridge edge and peered down.
His cock was weeping large globs of seed.
His earlier spend had soaked the flowers he was pleasuring himself against. Her mouth watered at the sight of it, and she began to melt into her afterglow.
His forks continued to massage her flower as he thrusted harder and whimpered.
“Does that feel good?” she asked as she grew more languid, his forks coaxing her into relaxation.
Trewoofe finally withdrew his tongue, running it over his fangs, savouring the taste of her. “Yes,” he whimpered.
“Did you like it when I finished on you?” she teased.
“Yes!”
The words she wanted to say caught on her lips as she continued to watch.
He was so huge, so thick, and she knew he could not possibly fit inside her now.
But… perhaps next time he was in his human shape?
She felt weak at the thought of it. She wanted to speak the exciting words to him, to help haul him over the edge.
“When you take me to your Kingdom, would you like to put your cock inside me?” she asked dreamily.
“Yes, little witch,” he moaned.
She watched greedily as his cock twitched and thickened, the display colours of his crest fluttering and swirling all the while.
“Would you like to release inside me? Fill me up with your seed? Put your Knuckerling in me?” she offered.
“Yes, Avice!” he roared.
Finally, he released his spend, shooting it up the flowered cave wall in a white-hot rush. There was so much; Avice had no idea how he had managed to hold it all back for so long. Small droplets landed on her chin, and she licked it away, finding she loved the salty-sweet taste.
Trewoofe puffed and wheezed, dropping his scaly chin to her sticky belly. His crest still fluttered, but his display colours began to dim as his eyelids drooped.
“Little witch,” he panted. “Was that good for—”
“Shush.” Avice laid back as she tickled the soft scales between his nostrils. The ebb of her two climaxes began to tug her into a drowsiness. “It was heavenly. Like paradise. I have never felt so good.”
Trewoofe purred in response and closed his eyes.