Chapter 75 #2
Like lightning, Trewoofe spun Avice around, and curled her over.
He ran his tongue over his fangs at the sight of her on her hands and knees.
She had left the rumpled flower crown on, and something about the sight of that drove him wild.
His nostrils flared at the delicious scent emanating from her flower, and he raked his eyes slowly down her back.
Her sigil was green now, ever since the Spriggan Queen’s touch.
The ink shifted along her spine and glowed under the Moonbeams. Power thrummed from her, and soft flowers bloomed were her palms and knees touched the grass.
Finally, his gaze landed on her firm, delectable rear.
Avice smirked over her shoulder at his reverent gaze.
She wiggled in his direction, pressing a plump cheek to his hardened cock.
The touch, so close to her flower, roused him from his study of her delicious curves.
He looped the linen connecting them around her ankle.
He tugged, spreading her even wider. She giggled as she lost her balance and propped herself up on her forearms.
“That is new,” she observed.
Trewoofe pulled the tie tight. “I am using what is at my disposal.” He took his length in hand and notched himself at her soaking entrance. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she growled impatiently, pushing back into him.
He let out an undignified yelp and snagged her waist. “A moment, little witch. Let yourself adjust.”
“Lord, this is not our first rut,” Avice protested, but kept still under his firm grip. “I will be fine.”
“It is not, but you do not have the healing waters nearby to sooth any aches,” he explained. “Please, humour your soul-bound.”
She grunted impatiently but relented. “I will humour you.”
“Thank you, you will be rewarded for it,” he teased.
Trewoofe took himself, hot and hard, in his trembling hand.
The sight of the linen tie wrapped around her wrist, her ankle, and connected to him made more seed bead on his cockhead.
He circled his thumb over it, smearing himself with the drops.
Licking his lips at the sight of her dripping flower, he slotted his narrow hips fully between her spread thighs.
The head of his erection nudged at her entrance, and he growled as her arousal eased his way.
Trewoofe dimpled her waist with his claws as he pushed ever-so-slowly into her.
She gasped as he twitched his way deep inside her.
His first thrust so sweet and tender, and Avice let out a sob that sounded an awful lot like ‘please’.
Finally, his groin was flush against her rear, and he relished the delicious way she held him inside her.
Avice pushed back against him, growing impatient at his lack of movement.
He slipped deeper than ever before, touching something inside her that was an entirely new sensation.
For several unified heartbeats, they were one.
Occupying the same space in the cosmos: giving and receiving, the purple and green of their respective magics weaving into something stronger as it pulsed into the surrounding woods and fields.
Their power fed the Sidhe, fortified the wards, and renewed the efficacy of healing waters in the Underneath.
Trewoofe nearly released right then but managed to hold it back.
On his knees, braced behind her, he felt so far away from Avice.
He lowered himself, his hands covering hers as they curled into the flowers, so his torso was flush against her glowing spine.
He wanted to feel her, drink in her soft skin and delicious scent.
Her flower crown was adorably askew on her head, which made his core tighten further with arousal.
Trewoofe nipped at her earlobe, making her quiver. “I humbly request, that you wear a flower crown on future ruts.”
She burst into a fit of giggles. Her joy rippled through her body, making her flower grip tightly around his cock.
His eyes rolled back into his head as he began.
He retreated from her, and slid back in.
He repeated the motion, speeding up with each delicious thrust. The harder he went, the more mouth-watering the moans were that left Avice’s rosebud lips.
Eventually, the only sounds he could register was her gasping his name and the feral slap of their bodies.
His pleasure mounted, and pressure built at his core. Trewoofe was close, but he wanted to haul Avice over the edge with him. He would not take his pleasure until he had given her more.
Balancing on one hand, he snaked the other around to her breasts as they bounced in rhythm to his thrusts.
He palmed one greedily. She let out a squeak of surprise as he rolled a nipple between his fingertips.
He trailed down to her lower belly, feeling it bulge with the movement of his cock.
Finally, Trewoofe dipped below her soft curls.
He found her bud and felt her pulsing there.
He licked his lips greedily, the taste of her still on his tongue.
He wished somehow, he could rut her from behind and lick her at the same time.
Mindful of his claws, he circled her bud with his fingers.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Agonisingly.
She gasped under his gentle ministrations.
“Trewoofe, I am—”
She broke into a wail.
He huffed and puffed into her nape as she clamped down on him, plummeting into her climax. His thrusts grew more haphazard as his core tightened. Their bodies were slick with sweat as they writhed and rutted each other.
“Little witch… I am… It is…”
“Yes, Trewoofe! Fill me up with your seed. Put a Knuckerling in me,” she begged.
Her exciting words threw him off the cliff of his pleasure. She knew how to say the right things to heave him over his precipice. Though for now it was a tease, how he longed to release his spend and watch her belly round with his young.
Finally, after he had spilled every last drop inside her, he resisted the urge to collapse directly onto her languid, satiated form.
Instead, he dropped to his side. Rolling her with him and tucking her back against his torso.
Little sparks of green and purple magic danced where their skin met, adding to the delicious pleasure of their afterglow.
He kept his cock inside her. Wrapping his legs around her, he tangled his calves in the tie around her ankle, keeping her a close as possible.
He held her hard enough that he could hear the blood singing through her veins.
He wanted his seed inside her for as long as possible, even if there would be no Knuckerling yet.
Knowing that she was marked with him, that he reached places inside of her where no other would, brought him immense gratification.
Avice relished the attention he gave her during and after their rutting.
He panted, blowing her tousled hair around.
It tickled his nose and tangled her tresses with his own.
Their black and silver strands entwined together reminded him of the night sky.
He glanced up. It was as though the cosmos was blessing their courtship, Tail Tie, and rut.
One hundred thousand stars sparkled, dancing around a narrow smile of a crescent Moon.
“They are shining just for us,” he murmured.
Avice turned her head. Her expression was languid, and she flicked her gaze to the sky.
“They remind me of your scales,” she whispered, her brown eyes so deep they seemed to absorb the light of the Moon and stars. “I thought so, ever since you carried me the first time to the cottage, and then to my patient.” A line appeared between her brows. “It feels like a lifetime ago.”
Trewoofe kissed her sweaty neck. “So much has changed. I am forever grateful that it did.” He sighed happily as they continued to observe the cosmos, spotting the river of stars pouring across the black. “Do you see that mass of them?”
“Yes.”
“That is the Shimmering Veil,” he explained.
“It is where a Dragon’s soul goes when they die.
When a Knucker knows it is their time, they swim down their final river and emerge in a valley far from the ones they love.
They crawl out and die. Their flesh and bones nourish the land, and the place they choose becomes sacred, blessed with flowers year-round. But the soul… that is where it goes.”
She quirked her lip at him. “But we have the Goddess’ Kiss, we will not pass through the Shimmering Veil.”
He smiled tenderly at her. “I, in fact, have the kisses of two Goddesses.”
Avice scrunched her nose at him. “I am not a Goddess, my Lord.”
“Goddess is an understatement. For you are exquisite,” he purred, pressing his hot lips to hers. “You are a radiant beam that has illuminated my days and brought me comfort in the night. I am so thankful I will have the rest of my life with you.”
“You have me forever, Lord. Until the Sun goes out,” Avice replied, snuggling back down into the fold of his arms.
He squeezed her close, close enough that he could feel their hearts thrum in union and their souls entwine. “Even after the Sun, Moon, and stars burn out, you will have me.”