Flesh met flesh as Aurora gave against the sorcerer, her body smooth and unmarred despite the hard use of her previous night's dream, the skin so wonderfully soft on his thighs, against his chest, upon the manhood pressing her belly, that she took by her hand and stroked.  "As you  command, King Balthazar, who will reign again," she whispered.  "I am yours.  Ride your grand-daughter as you wish."