Chapter 4
Esme moved. Knelt atop her. Trousers shoved down, open, baring curving thighs and a nest of blonde curls. And a coil of hot enchanted honey pressed upward, rubbing against Esme’s sex and Esme’s obvious wetness, fucking both of them now.
Ursula cried out her witch’s name, the only word she recalled. Esme’s face was pink, flushed, breathless; she moved, rocked herself, gazed down at Ursula laid out naked and honey-soaked beneath her. She moaned, “My princess, my Ursula—oh, stone and stars, yes—” and her hips worked themselves faster, until she cried out and stiffened and gushed wetness all over the gleaming golden cock and down, dripping to Ursula’s naked body.