The dinner table in the witches' enchanted cottage looks like something straight out of a painting. Glowing root-wood benches, fruit platters suspended by flower stems and magical plates that refill themselves with forest delicacies.
But no one's paying attention to the food.
Because the entire table keeps twitching… each time a high-pitched squeal or guttural moan escapes from the room next door.
Inside, Pip has the eldest of three witch sisters twisted across a plush bed, covered in velvety leaves and flower petals. She tries to whimper through clenched teeth, but her breath gets stolen each time Pip presses his pelvis into her thighs.
He changes position with one, swift motion, flipping her regally, her face landing softly into a pillow. Then he mounts her like a king taking an erotically decadent throne.
He clutches the back of her neck gracefully, finger tips pulsing with pleasure magics while his other hand cradles her hips.
[Activating Divine Touch. Lv. 1]
