On Being Wicked (2 page)

Rapunzel fingered the shortened locks. “Don’t you love it? That braid was so heavy it was giving me a headache. Handy cut it for me.”

The princeling stood up to join Rapunzel, hands on her hips, his hard cock likely poking her in the back. “Just doing my part to help,” he said with a smile that practically twinkled.

“And who the hell are you?” she asked.

“I’m the Handsome Prince.”

“I call him Handy. Isn’t he gorgeous?” Rapunzel moved to the side so Malicia could see him. “Handy” blushed but stood still while Malicia checked out his body. Rapunzel ran her hand down his chest, her fingers tripping across the flat nipples and clearly defined muscles.

The kid was cute, a little skinny for Malicia’s tastes. Her eyes dropped to the still-hard cock jutting from his body.
That might make up for it.

“And you must be the witch. I’ve heard so much about you.” He held out his hand. “I’m pleased to meet you.”

“What? No. You can’t be ‘pleased’ to meet me.” She stepped back, refusing to take his hand. “I’m the
wicked
witch. You’re supposed to be afraid of me. I’ll hex you,” she warned.

Rapunzel giggled. “Witchy, you’re so funny. She tends to be a little cranky.” She smiled at Handy. “You get used to it after a while.”

“I bet it’s because she wears all those heavy clothes,” Handy said, his low voice inspiring new tingles in Malicia’s sensitive places.

“I bet you’re right.” Rapunzel moved forward, closing the distance between them in five slinky steps. “You’re probably just hot. Let’s get these robes off you.”

Malicia’s protests were muffled as two sets of hands grabbed the outer layer and dragged it off over her head. She had to admit that did feel better. The tower was sweltering. A delicate breeze floated through the air and cooled her skin.

The black gown that had hung by a normally tight collar now sagged down her chest.

Rapunzel reached for the black gown.

“No, that’s fine.”

“It’s way too hot. Let’s get you cooled off.” The dress slipped off easily as well, leaving Malicia standing in her shift. The thin material was almost see-through and hung off one shoulder, practically baring her breasts. “Ooh, that’s definitely better.” Rapunzel didn’t wait this time. She just grabbed the shift and yanked it off.

Leaving Malicia naked.

She froze, hands clenched at her sides, mind racing. Her first instinct was to cover herself but the stunned looks on Rapunzel’s and Handy’s faces kept her locked in position.
Maybe I’ll just hex them and be done with it!

“Oh, Witchy, look what you’ve been hiding beneath all those clothes.”

Malicia didn’t look down. She knew what she looked like—a classic wicked witch. Hooked nose with a hairy wart, hunched back, sagging skin, frumpy body. But Rapunzel’s crooning continued and she couldn’t resist glancing into the mirror on the far side of the room.

Her throat tightened as though a hand squeezed it. That wasn’t her, was it? How was it possible?

The crooked nose and wart were gone. So was the slumped body and wrinkles. Her previously gray, tangled hair hung down in long black strands that brushed the tips of her breasts.

Barely able to breathe, she looked down at her body.

She wasn’t slim or coltish like Rapunzel. She was rounded, her curves in the right places—hips and ass and tits. Her breasts no longer hung to her waist. They were high and large, more than a handful for most men. Definitely more than Rapunzel’s small mounds.

She watched in the mirror as the young woman traced a line around the curve of Malicia’s breast, drawing closer to the center until she flicked her finger across the nipple.

The teasing caress sent a powerful jolt into her pussy.

“Handy, come feel. Her skin is so soft.”

Malicia stood there, knowing she should back up or warn Rapunzel to step away but the slim fingers made another pass over her nipple, tripping across the peak, the sensation filtering into her core. She gasped.

The prince approached, an arrogant smile curving his lips, making her want to hex him just for the fun of it, but then he reached out and cupped her other breast.

As she’d expected, his hand wasn’t quite big enough to cover the full mound but the thought disappeared quickly as he ran his fingers along the curve of her breast, lifting the weight.

“Nice.” He skimmed his thumb over the tight peak and another lovely shiver surged into her pussy.

The delicate caress was good but she wanted more, craved something stronger, rougher. Rapunzel’s fingers joined in and soon both of them were running their hands across Malicia’s breasts, gentle caresses to her nipples, making the peaks tight.

Malicia told herself to move, to back away, but she couldn’t make her body listen—and it wasn’t as if she could threaten to hex
herself
. Delicious tendrils of heat flowed into her core.

“That looks yummy. Let me taste.” The words floated through the air, drifting into Malicia’s mind with no meaning—until the hot, lovely suction surrounded her nipple.

“Aaahhh!” Her cry echoed across the chamber and Malicia reached out, grabbing the only solid things in her world—Rapunzel and the Handsome Prince.

“Oooh, baby, that looks sexy.” The words had barely left Handy’s mouth before he bent down and latched on to her other breast.

Malicia fingers clenched, nails biting into the strong muscles beneath her right hand. Handy’s powerful shoulder helped steady her while Rapunzel’s softer skin prompted her to touch.

A flicker of sensation, delicious and tempting, fluttered against her upper thighs and without thinking she took a step, spreading her legs.

Soft, thin fingers slipped between her thighs, dipping into that hot place that vibrated with need. Tentative strokes teased her pussy lips then beyond, one long digit sinking into her cunt.

“Ooh, Witchy, you’re wet.” Rapunzel’s murmur whispered over her skin. The single finger sliding into her pussy changed to two, and Rapunzel pumped them inside her. Her cunt stretched around the delicate penetration and she groaned. Every nerve in her body illuminated, coming to life, ready to feel more.

Instincts she didn’t know she had roared to life and Malicia rocked her hips forward, forcing herself onto the sweet fingers that filled her pussy, over and over, a little faster each time.

Fire and moisture covered her nipple as Rapunzel started to suck. Again. Her lips devoured the delicate peak as if it were spun sugar. Bright sparks shot from Malicia’s breast to her pussy. The shallow penetration of Rapunzel’s fingers was no longer enough.

She needed more. Needed something thick. Hard and deep.

Rapunzel lifted her head. She looked as dazed as Malicia felt. The slim fingers sliding into her pussy didn’t stop. Neither did Handy’s steady suction. Rapunzel swiped her tongue across the taut nipple one final time then dropped to her knees. She eased her fingers back and spread Malicia’s pussy lips.

Malicia shivered as the reality hit her—the reality of what was going to happen. She was sure, absolutely
positive
she’d never done
this
before.

Rapunzel’s tongue flicked across Malicia’s clit before licking a slow path the full length of her slit.

The sexy lick drew a gasp from her throat. Rapunzel glanced up. The teasing light in her eyes shocked Malicia. Where was the girl who trembled in fear when Malicia came to visit? Rapunzel giggled and stretched her tongue deep, sinking the tip into Malicia’s cunt.

The blonde closed her eyes and hummed as she fucked Malicia with her tongue. Shallow, slow strokes that teased her pussy but weren’t quite enough.

Every nerve ending came alive. Malicia rocked her hips forward, trying to guide Rapunzel’s tongue to the right spot. Rapunzel teased her, pulling back to flick her tongue over Malicia’s clit before diving back into her pussy.

“Oh baby, that’s sweet.”

Malicia blinked and looked up. Handy stared down at Rapunzel, at her naked ass pushed out as she knelt on the floor.

Rapunzel lifted her head. Her lips were coated with Malicia’s pussy juices.

“Oh Handy, please. Fuck me.”

The prince needed no more invitation than that. He swung around and dropped to his knees. With no hesitation, he grabbed his cock and plunged it into Rapunzel’s pussy.

Fingers tightened on Malicia’s hips as Rapunzel took the first stroke.

“Slow down, Handy, I want to be able to taste Witchy’s delicious pussy.” The eager prince nodded and pulled back slowly. The next stroke forward was slower but looked just as deep.

Malicia whimpered, wanting to feel a thick shaft inside her.

“Don’t worry, Witchy.” Rapunzel petted Malicia’s pussy. “I won’t leave you hanging.”

True to her word, she spread Malicia’s pussy lips and plunged her tongue into the slick passage.

Malicia cried out. The lovely tingles grew bigger and stronger, making her want more, need more.

The prince continued to plow into Rapunzel and Malicia rocked her hips, taking up the same steady beat of the prince’s thrusts.

Please.

The word tripped on her lips and she couldn’t say it. She couldn’t beg her captive to—

“Please.” She couldn’t stop it. She needed.

Rapunzel moaned and licked deep before drawing her tongue away and wrapping her lips around Malicia’s clit. She hummed as she sucked, the minute vibrations of the sound shimmering into Malicia’s cunt. It wouldn’t take much. Her fingers gripped the short blonde hair, holding on as the delicious tension exploded and flooded her core, sending little shock waves into her limbs.

She stumbled back, her legs wobbling as the orgasm weakened her muscles. The wall caught her and she held on, staring blindly at the room.

“Yes, Handy, oh that’s good!”

Rapunzel’s shorn locks fell across her cheeks as she rocked herself back against the steady pumps of the prince’s cock.

Malicia’s pussy clenched and she pressed her knees together, trying to ease the new ache. Liquid coated her thighs and the satisfaction of her orgasm turned into hunger, wanting more. Wanting to feel a hard cock pound into her cunt.

She watched, eyes locked on the prince’s shaft as he thrust into Rapunzel’s pussy. He looked up and smiled, as if he was pleased she watched him.

“You next,” he said, winking, then dropped his gaze and focused on the woman he was fucking. It didn’t take long before Rapunzel hunched her shoulders and groaned loudly.

Handy plowed into her twice more before he made a honking-grunting-groaning noise that Malicia just couldn’t imagine enduring while he was inside
her
.

Besides, she didn’t think the princeling was the man she wanted to fuck. Oh, she
wanted
to get fucked—ravished, really. After all the tantalizing sensations, she definitely needed to find someone strong and powerful, someone who would really drive his cock into her. The princeling seemed to think he was dashing but she wanted
dangerous
, just this edge of frightening.

Rapunzel collapsed, resting her cheek on the stone floor, her eyes closed, her lips spread in a wide smile.

Handy tapped his hand on her hip and eased back. His limp cock slipped out of Rapunzel.

The lovers groaned in perfect harmony. The noise made the hair on the back of Malicia’s neck stand. She was fine with young love but they were a bit too perfect.

She gave herself a shake. What was she thinking? She wasn’t “fine” with young love. She was the
destroyer
of young love, the one who kept lovers apart!

She needed to get out of here. Something entirely too wholesome—in a strangely sexual sort of way—had invaded the tower and was influencing Malicia’s mind. She had to get back to the world of wickedness. And when she felt sufficiently mean again, she would return and punish the couple.

She headed toward the window but Rapunzel jumped up and grabbed her hand, tugging her toward the bed.

“Don’t leave, Witchy.” Her voice was breathless and eager and Malicia’s pussy clenched.

“I have to go.” She jerked her hand out of Rapunzel’s grasp.

Rapunzel’s lower lip curled out in a pout. “But I wanted to taste your pussy again.”

“And I would love to have you,” Handy drawled, already stretched out on the bed, his fist sliding up and down his shaft, his cock growing erect once again.

Rapunzel moaned and slid her hand down the front of her body, her fingers cupping her pussy. “What a great idea. His cock is amazing.” She turned the final word into a groan and Malicia felt her right foot twitch, ready to take that step. It would be so easy to crawl into bed with them, to become their lover.

“No!” she shouted, more to herself than to Rapunzel and Handy. “I-I have to go.”

Rapunzel sighed. “Well, okay.” She leaned close and put her lips next to Malicia’s ear. “Come back tomorrow. Handy will be gone and you and I can play.”

She drew back and gave Malicia a wink. The action pulled Malicia’s back into a straight line. The brazen girl had just winked at her…
her
, the wickedest of all witches.