Chapter 64
Avice
“You want me to what?” Avice asked.
She had heard him, of course. Her arousal leaked from her at his wanton words, soaking his belly with her wetness.
Trewoofe titled his head, a smirk dancing on his lips. “You heard me.”
“Say it again,” she ordered, unable to resist grinding her centre down onto him.
He flashed his fangs and repeated his statement slowly, with even more desire, “Bring your flower up here and sit on my face.”
Avice did.
She crawled up his body and hovered above his lips. Yes, Trewoofe was tall and strong, but she was concerned she may suffocate him if she put her full weight onto him.
“I said, sit,” he growled, gripping her thighs and pulling her down to his mouth.
Avice melted at his firm order, allowing herself to be taken in the way he wanted her.
His eager tongue licked a stripe from her soaking entrance to her bud.
Her sigil twitched. Pleasure shot down her spine and curled her toes into the flowers, tangling into the petals and leaves.
Trewoofe slid his hands from her upper thighs, and palmed her rear, gently rocking her back and forth along the spread of his forked tongue.
A moan – unbidden – escaped Avice, echoing into their nesting cavern.
Her wetness and his saliva mingled on her flower as he lapped at her like a thirsty beast. His forks danced, switching positions, focusing on one area before dividing their efforts.
Every single nerve ending was alive as he stimulated her.
Then, his lips found her bud, and he sucked.
She wailed his name as every part of her twitched with euphoria.
Pressure built, and beads of sweat dripped down her sensitive skin and mingled with his own.
Trewoofe doubled his efforts, and a fork dipped down to tease her entrance.
Avice gasped at that, falling forward at the suddenness of it.
She caught herself on his horns, wrapping her hands them, jangling the shell amulet with her fingertips.
Trewoofe purred appreciatively at the new angle, and the vibrations made her drool.
Just as she was about to sit back, his hand gripped her rear firmly, making sure she stayed in place.
Avice remained.
His tongue was a sweeping wave, pouring over her in the ebbs and flows like the tide.
Trewoofe continued his pattern. Avice’s pleasure mounted and she let out babbling admiration of his efforts.
Words of praise ripped from her lips. She sang of how strong he was, how good he was at giving her pleasure, how she loved his tongue on her flower, how he was her King, and how he was hers forever.
“I am yours, my Lord. From now until the end of time.”
Trewoofe hummed his approval.
That was enough.
Avice fell.
She crashed into the wave of pleasure that had been threatening to flood her from the moment his tongue had met her flower.
Avice told him.
“My King, I am—”
She screamed. The sounds of her climax resonated with the hum of the crystals in their chamber.
Her fingers slid to the base of his horns and gently tugged at his scalp as waves of pleasure drowned her veins.
Every single part of her throbbed with euphoria, she had never felt so alive, so wanted, so present, and so adored.
Trewoofe bucked and whimpered beneath her, before finally lifting her from his mouth and sucking in a deep breath. She slid back down his body, straddled his hips, and rested her temple against his thrumming heart.
His cock poked at her rear.
Trewoofe was already hard again.
Avice was bewildered. Was that normal? She had always thought that after one spill, it took a while for males to recover. Was it Knucker or Dragon stamina? Or was it just Trewoofe?
Seize the moment. She traced the pearlescent scar on her side. No more regrets or being careful. You know he wants this as much as you.
Avice pressed a kiss to the raised scar over his drumming heart.
Trewoofe was still puffing, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
She was so languid, so relaxed, if she was going to take his significant cock…
it had to be now. She scooted down; her dripping arousal slickened his hardened length.
He twitched at that and blearily opened his eyes.
“Little witch, what are you—”
Trewoofe let out a groan as she wrapped her hand around his cock.
She notched his wide tip at her soaking entrance.
Avice hissed at the stretch as she lowered herself onto him.
The fork of his tongue in his Knucker body had managed to fit – which was much larger – so she was determined his delicious cock would too.
“Avice, if it hurts, you must stop,” he whimpered, gripping their bed of blooms.
“Shush, it does not hurt,” she reassured. Her eyes met his, they shone with concern, but also deep, primal desire. “I am merely adjusting to you.”
Trewoofe’s gaze dropped to where they had joined. “I have… I have dreamt of this.”
She followed his line of sight and nearly finished just from the view. His blunt, purplish head was vivid against her dripping pink centre. The width spread her, filling her in a way she could scarcely comprehend.
Avice wanted more.
Like a woman dying of thirst finding a sacred spring, she would slake herself on Trewoofe. She knew he would happily give it. Power flushed her. He would give anything she asked of him and she loved that.
She lowered herself further onto his slickened length, taking in his wider shaft. Trewoofe whimpered, restraining himself from bucking up, and curled his fingers into the flowers. Avice saw stars as she felt him twitch deep within, brushing against a pulsing point of pleasure inside her.
“Nature’s blessing, Avice,” Trewoofe groaned. “You are so tight, are you sure it does not hurt?”
Touched by his concern, she wiggled further down, taking more of him slowly.
She wanted him to fill her completely, to touch part of her no one had before.
There was a twinge deep inside, and she could not supress the grimace that passed over her face.
Trewoofe missed nothing and gripped her thighs to prevent her from taking more of him.
Avice grunted in frustration. “Lord, I want to feel more of you inside.”
“I do not want to hurt you,” Trewoofe grumbled, trying to lift her. “You have been through much and I do not want to add to your pain.”
“If you tell me to stop,” Avice hissed, “I will. Please know, you are not hurting me. It was a slight pinch, but I know you would never cause me pain. I want this, my King, more than I have ever wanted anything.”
She watched sweat bead on his forehead and drip down onto the petals below them.
For an excruciatingly long time, Trewoofe said nothing.
Only the sound of the humming crystals, and the feeling of his throbbing cock inside her kept her in place.
He was taking such a long time to reply, she was about to move off him…
Then he pushed her slowly further down his cock.
A delicious stinging stretch had Avice keening.
Trewoofe gasped and a lewd, wet squelch met her ears, stunning her to silence.
She looked down at where they were joined, where their bodies prepared to dance to the oldest song in the cosmos.
Avice had taken every single part of his all-encompassing cock.
She was sure her belly bulged slightly with it all inside of her.
She rocked experimentally, shooting delightful tingles down her limbs.
Trewoofe purred, dimpling her rear with his claws as she wriggled on top of him.
They awkwardly tried to find rhythm, but her Knucker was much bigger than her.
Avice had trouble balancing on him, let alone finding a movement that did not leave her frustrated with wanting… more.
Trewoofe seemed to be enjoying himself though.
He puffed and groaned beneath her, palming her rear greedily as she tried to ride him.
Avice squirmed vigorously, flushed with power as his eyes rolled back in his head.
He jolted at the movement. His horns cracked into the flowers, making his shells clatter loudly.
Avice could not believe she had – in her lust – forgotten how being flat on his back was uncomfortable for him.
His horns arched his neck awkwardly, and he could not fully lose himself in their tryst. She huffed.
Avice did not feel like she was doing an adequate job of pleasuring her King, and self-consciousness flowed in.
Trewoofe opened his eyes, a look of concern on his face. He removed his hands from her rear and propped himself up on his elbows.
“My soul-bound, what is wrong?” he asked.
“I do not feel like I am doing this correctly,” Avice admitted.
He gave her an encouraging smile. “I am thoroughly relishing you riding my cock.” Avice blushed and looked away. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”
“It feels nice,” she allowed, “but I thought it would be more?”
He bucked up into her, and she let out a gasp. “How so? It is our first time together, it will take time for us to learn each other fully.”
She bit her lip. “How do Knuckers ‘rut’?”
Trewoofe rumbled. “In a variety of ways. Males on top is most common. We curl our bodies in such a way that we are face to face, and we can lick each other’s crests and necks.”
“Could we try so we are face to face?” Avice asked. “Until I am more practiced at this?”
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.