Chapter 63
Trewoofe
To say Trewoofe was excited to have Avice awake, healthy, and all to himself was an understatement. She walked back to their nest barefoot through the soft flowers, the skirts of her dress tossing up the honey-scented pollen.
Avice belonged in his Kingdom.
She had taken up so easily with the Wulver.
She already secured reading lessons and an apprentice.
He was not happy that she wanted to return to the village, but Trewoofe could deny his soul-bound nothing.
He trailed dreamily behind her as she entered their nesting cavern, greedily watching her rear ripple under her garments.
Avice found the ‘door’ Olwilla left in the side of their nest and entered the wide space.
Trewoofe followed her. He studied her sweeping curves in the ethereal glow of the towering crystal and the purple sheen that reflected on her midnight hair.
She turned to face him, and his breath was stolen at the sight of her.
His soul-bound sparkled and more wildflowers sprouted where she stood. Avice tilted her head up at him and placed a hand on her pendant. Trewoofe’s heart was in his throat, and his display colours flushed his neck and chest.
Avice offered him a sultry smile. “Come here, my King.”
Trewoofe did not feel his limbs move, but suddenly, he stood before her.
Her tresses bounced slightly as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.
The Knucker twirled his claws through her hair – he relished her softness – and breathed in her honey and lavender scent.
He tucked a curl behind her ear and trailed his fingers down her neck.
Her breath hitched.
His pupils contracted on her slightly open lips.
“Little witch,” he croaked. “I would like to kiss you, but I know you have been through much and—”
Avice grabbed his tunic front. She yanked him down and their lips collided. There was no hesitation. She opened her mouth to him: hot, wet, and wanting. Her tongue probed the seam of his lips, and he eagerly welcome her. She teased his fangs with her tongue, and he tried to chase her with his.
Encouraged by her enthusiasm, Trewoofe swept his palms down her spine, and greedily palmed her generous rear.
Avice stood on her tiptoes, reached up, and slipped her hands into his hair.
She massaged his scalp, and he felt every delicious curve flush against his body.
He eagerly widened the kiss and crushed Avice to him.
He purred as she gently tugged his hair, clattering his shell amulet, and sent delightful tingles all the way to his toes.
Their tongues danced, lashing against each other in desperate need.
Eventually, they broke for air, both of their chests heaving.
“Oh, Avice,” he moaned. “How I have waited for you.”
His cock pressed painfully against his hose, and Trewoofe longed to shred the garments from them both.
“Waited?” she whispered.
“I have waited for you without even knowing. The piece of me that was always missing. You have torn down the briars that constricted my heart, and instead there are wildflowers that smell of you.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Tell me you are mine.”
“I am yours,” she whispered.
Trewoofe pressed scalding kisses to her face and neck, eliciting a delicious whimper from her.
“You have me, until the end of time itself,” he whispered as a single tear made its way down her plump cheek.
He caught it with his claw tip and licked it off.
“No more tears,” he purred, cupping her face.
“I would move paradise and Albion so I never have to see you cry again.”
She pressed into his palm. “They are happy tears.”
Avice dotted a kiss to his chin, slowly trailed her lips and tongue down his jaw, and nipped at his throat.
Trewoofe’s colours pulsed, the pink and purple bright in the gloom of their nest. She drew back, her brown eyes bright with lust. Trewoofe burnt under her gaze, and his fingers twitched to rip her dress from her, but before he could, Avice expressed her own desire.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered.
He blinked at her boldness but gladly did as he was told.
“From now on…” Her eyes widened as he dropped his hose, and his cock bobbed as it sprang free. “…I do not wish to be careful. I wish to live with no regrets.”
Trewoofe’s blood roared in his ears as he tried to rip his tunic over his head.
In his hurry, it caught on his horns. He growled as he tugged at it, but he was well and truly stuck.
He felt hot as Avice giggled. Here he was, finally about to rut with his little witch, but he had made himself the fool.
“Lower your head,” she said.
He did so. She untangled his horns from his tunic, pulled the garment over his head, and tossed it to the side.
Trewoofe was positively flustered. Avice had seen him naked in his human shape, but this was with a different purpose.
This was so she would see him not as a patient, but as her lover, her mate, her soul-bound, and her King.
Avice let out a shuddering breath as she took a step closer to him.
She placed a splayed hand over his heart; the rhythm of his pulse matching her own.
His skin sung as she traced each and every scar over his torso, leaving prickles of desire all over him.
She slowly worked her way down, her fingertips tangling the downy, silver hair of his crotch.
He whimpered as she twirled it. His cock twitched as she got closer; a large bead of seed oozed from the tip.
She gasped as she finally wrapped her hand around his length. “It is hard, yet the skin is so soft.”
Trewoofe whimpered as she slowly pushed down and pulled up along his cock. She circled his leaking spend over the head with her thumb, smearing it over him. His jaw dropped as she sucked off the droplets that clung to her skin.
She smacked her lips with relish. “You taste both salty and sweet.”
The King dropped to his knees at the wanton sight. “Little witch, please take your clothes off.”
Avice giggled at him, but in one smooth motion she dropped her dress and chemise.
The garments gathered at her broad hips.
She shimmied out of them the rest of the way, and they fell into the wildflowers with a rustle.
He shuffled closer to her, until his nose brushed the space between her breasts.
Trewoofe snuffed there eagerly, breathing in her delectable scent.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, stopping his feasting before it even began. He arched an eyebrow curiously at her.
“Lie down,” she ordered, ignoring their distance from the furs.
Trewoofe nodded and lay flat on his back in the wildflowers. He was determined to ignore the painful arch on his neck caused by his sweeping horns. The petals were oh-so-soft against his singing skin, and the image of rutting Avice into them had his cock twitching with anticipation.
Avice placed her hand on her pendant. “Will you” – she cleared her throat – “open your legs?”
“Open my…?” He watched as she knelt beside him, and trailed her fingers up his inner thigh, coaxing him to do so. She gave him a wicked grin as she crawled over him and settled herself between his legs. “Little witch, what are you— Oh… OH!”
Trewoofe never imagined that she would kiss his cock.
She dotted her burning lips all over his skin as she explored his shaft and stones.
He realised that she was discovering him, just as he had discovered her.
Each gentle touch was followed by a swirl of her tongue.
He was so hard, the head was flushed purple.
After he felt like he had died and revived a dozen times, her rosebud lips opened, and she took him in her mouth.
That was nearly enough to have him finish, but then, Avice sucked.
A lewd popping sound had him tossing his horns back into the blooms. He knocked nose-itching pollen up into the air and made his shell amulet clatter.
He groaned gutturally at the delightful sensation.
“Does that hurt?” she asked.
He propped himself up on his elbows. “Of course not! Why would you ask such a thing?”
She licked a speck of white from her lips. “The face you were pulling and the noises you were making.”
“Those were signs of my pleasure,” he rumbled. “I never imagined you would take me in your lovely mouth.”
Avice wiggled closer to him, her pendant hanging low and brushing against his stones. The combination from the warmth of her skin, and the cool of the crystal made his toes twitch.
She licked a stripe up his shaft, before kissing the purple tip. “I daydreamed about doing this to you. I wanted to touch you and know what you tasted like.”
“Really?” he asked. “I had no idea you lusted after me the same way I lusted for you.”
She kissed and licked the tip again, drawing a whimper from his lips. “Even before you could change, I dreamt of you and your tongue. And then when you did have a human body…”
Avice did not finish her sentence and instead took him in her mouth.
She worked down his shaft until she was about halfway, and she could not take anymore.
Trewoofe could not tear his eyes from the sight of her hair draped over him, her hands splayed over his thighs, and her mouth tight over his cock.
She let out a wanton gurgle and tickled him with her small tongue.
“Oh, little witch,” he groaned, as she worked her way up and down his length.
He fought to keep his eyes open. He had to see her, surely this was a sight he would only get in paradise otherwise.
“I love your mouth, your tongue. I believe the only place that would feel better is the flower between your legs.”
She let out a muffled whimper but carried on with her mission. Familiar pleasure built at his core. The same sensation as back in the cave, when she had teased him with her words rather than with her lips. The way Avice was ravishing him, he would finish in her mouth sooner rather than later.
He warned her of such, just as stars began to dance across his vision. “I will spill my seed on your tongue if you keep that up.”
Avice was emboldened, treating his words as a promise rather than a warning.
Her tongue danced over his soft skin while she worked her mouth up and down his hard length.
Unable to prop himself up any longer – his trembling arms weakened by her ravishing – he dropped down.
His horns arched his neck at an uncomfortable angle, but he did not care as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Trewoofe could only concentrate on his soul-bound, and the feeling of her mouth worshipping his cock.
Pressure and pleasure both mounted. Avice pressed herself into him. The cold brush of her dangling pendant had him ripping the flowers out and tossing them into the magic-heavy air. White-hot pleasure jolted down his spine, finally overflowing the dam it had been filling, and released.
“Avice,” he hissed. “I am going to spill.”
His little witch did not relent, and instead upped her tempo, sucking out his soul along with his spend.
Trewoofe roared as he came, bucking his hips haphazardly into her eager mouth.
She gagged for a moment and pulled back slightly.
She sucked up every last drop of his scorching seed.
Just when he thought he might expire from pleasure, she released him with a lewd smack of her lips.
Trewoofe puffed and wheezed, unable to open his eyes as starbursts danced on the back of his eyelids. He felt her press her hot cheek to his inner thigh, panting heavily after her efforts. They lay there together, the wind knocked from them both, as they recovered from his earth-shattering orgasm.
Still puffing, Trewoofe propped himself up on his elbows and peered blearily down at his soul-bound. She met his face through snarls of her hair; she was delightfully pink and flushed. Avice licked a stray white drop from her red lips and whimpered as she swallowed it down.
“My King,” she croaked. “You taste delicious.”
Trewoofe had to kiss her.
He reached for her, his claws dimpling her biceps, and hauled her up his body. She giggled deliriously as their sweat slicked the way, and she settled against his scarred torso.
Avice propped her chin on his chest and peered up at him. “That was—”
Trewoofe crushed his lips to hers and tasted himself there.
Salt, sweet, and pollen stained his tongue.
Her mouth was scalding, and he nipped at her reddened lips with his fangs.
His forks captured her tongue in their grip and squeezed it gently until Avice let out a squeak of surprise.
He abandoned her mouth, nuzzling and nipping his way down her jawline.
Trewoofe tickled her ear with his tongue, and she rewarded him with a breathy moan.
He felt the tiny bumps rise on her arms and trailed his claws over them.
“I want to taste you,” Trewoofe purred into her throat. Avice blushed and tried to wriggle off him. He gripped her tight. “Where are you going?”
“You said you wished to taste me.” She scrunched her face in confusion. “I was going to lay down for you, like I did in the cave.”
Trewoofe scanned her delicious sweeping curves and her thick thighs. He landed on her triangle of soft curls just beneath her belly. He licked his lips before tilting his chin up to meet her eyes.
“Bring your flower up here and sit on my face.”