Page 35 of They Were Broom-Mates

“Mmmm.” Amelie groaned happily as she unquestioningly reached out. Hands meeting a head of wild hair and a muscular, yet defined waist, Amelie recognized Hestia immediately. Moving the redhead’s face over to hers, she claimed the Illusion Witch’s lips in a kiss.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Regina’s voice floated through the air like musical notes in the morning sun.

Taking a deep breath, Amelie released Hestia’s hair as the other witch sat up, making herself at home on the blonde’s lap. Glancing to her side, Amelie raised her brows as she was met with a rather flustered-looking Delia pinned underneath Regina.

“We were up a little early.” Hestia admitted, moving her hips in a circular motion. “Welcoming Delia to the bedroom.”

“Oh, is that so?” Amelie grinned, gripping Hestia’s hips and encouraging the motion. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”

Amelie heard Regina’s tittering laugh as she leaned back down, burying her face in Delia’s neck. “Delia admitted something to us this morning.”

“Something very interesting.” Hestia bit her lip as she continued to move on Amelie’s lap, running her own hands up over her body and cupping her breast. “She told us that she’s always wondered what it would be like to fuck us.”

“That is no…ah…. Not what I said.” Delia protested half-heartedly as Regina sucked her neck.

“Oh?” Amelie bucked her hips up slightly to meet Hestia’s more directly. “What was it that you said then?”

Embarrassed by the sudden attention, Delia turned her head and buried her face to the best of her ability in the pillow. Her slim body was taut as her chest heaved, nipples hard as they were ignored completely. Regina traced a single long, black nail down the death witch’s side, causing her to arch her back.

“She told us…” Regina continued. “That she’s always been attracted to us.”

Amelie turned her attention back to Hestia, a smirk playing at her lips. “Well, that’s not the same thing, is it?”

Hestia pouted and adjusted so that she was straddling only one of Amelie’s legs, holding the other one up next to her chest.

“No.” Hestia shrugged, lowering her hips so that their pussies were brushing through their panties. “But it could be.”

Amelie’s breath hitched as Hestia resumed her hip movements, pressing their cores together. She could feel herself getting wet, the electric sensation between her legs already driving her to tilt her head back and open her mouth in a moan.

“Would you like that?” When Amelie turned her attention back to Hestia, the redhead was watching Delia. “Do you want to fuck us?”

Delia gasped as Regina moved from her neck down to her breast, gently cupping it and moving her tongue across the raised bud.

“Ah…” Delia moaned, gripping at the bedsheets. “Yes.”

“I think we all deserve a fun morning.” Regina paused in her teasing of Delia’s nipple to glance over to Hestia. “Don’t you? After everything?”

“I agree.” Hestia grinned, slowing her pace into torturous movements. “How about you, Amelie? Do you want to see how much better it all is with the four of us?”

Amelie could only nod as her hips jerked, desperate for more stimulation.

“Good.” Regina hummed, only pausing a second before making her way down Delia’s body and nipping at her hip bones. Then without any further ado, she dipped her head between the death witch’s legs, licking at her core.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Amelie murmured, reaching over to place a hand on Delia’s face.

When their gazes met, Amelie leaned slightly to the side, connecting their lips as Hestia sped up her motions. Amelie gasped into Delia’s mouth, swallowing the other woman’s moans of pleasure.

She almost whimpered when Hestia pulled back, but when she felt the other witch’s fingers hook her panties, she immediately lifted her hips, allowing the redhead to pull them off.

“I can’t feel you properly through these,” Hestia murmured, sounding husky and a little out of breath as the bed shifted. The wait was worth it, though, as when Hestia’s weight returned to Amelie’s body, and their pussies touched again, Amelie felt her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Hestia’s wetness slid against hers.

“Oh fuck.” Amelie murmured, gripping Delia’s hair even tighter as they kissed. Every now and then Hestia’s clit would rub up against hers, sending a lightning shock through her body and pulling an absolutely sinful moan from the redhead’s lips as well. Moving her own hips in tandem with Hestia’s, she could tell when Delia started getting close, as her kisses transformed into open-mouthed gasps.

“Are you gonna come?” Amelie murmured, gripping Delia’s hair, only receiving a nod in response.

“She’s really good at that, isn’t she?” Amelie teased as Delia grabbed Amelie’s arm, holding on as tight as she could.

“Yes.” Delia whimpered, her head tilting back. “Oh… Regina… I’m close…”