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 you
r 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.
She snatched her shift off the ground and yanked it over her head.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” she announced, growling the warning at Rapunzel and her prince.
Rapunzel’s smile just grew wider. “Oh goody. See you then.”
Chapter Two
Malicia stared at the girl for a second, not sure she could believe it. Rapunzel was supposed to be terrified of her. She should be cowering in the corner—even though it was a round room—with fear that Malicia would return tomorrow.
She sure as hell shouldn’t been winking and flirting and—
Damn, Malicia needed to escape this completely improbable situation.
She was the wicked witch and she would be treated as such!
Malicia huffed and spun around, stomping toward the window. Her body felt light, not weighed down by those heavy robes as she easily flipped out the window and used the braid to rappel down the side of the tower.
She landed on the ground and shook out her shift. It hung like a sack on her new body, barely covering her now. The neckline dipped low in the middle, so deep that it almost revealed her nipples.
She had to figure out what had happened. There had to be something in her magic books. Maybe she’d been hit with a hex. The idea clicked in her brain. That was it. Another witch probably hexed her so she could be the wickedest witch.
Her mind locked on the problem, she stormed into the forest, following the main path, barely aware of the fact the barren, dying trees had sprouted leaves.
A foreign sound reached her ears and she stopped. She looked up.
A robin. In her forest. The damn bird was singing.
“Oh that’s going too far,” she announced to the universe in general. “Turning my terrified captive into a sex-crazed nymph is one thing but songbirds in my forest? I don’t think so!”
With a growl, she stomped down the path, coming to an abrupt stop when a huge man appeared on the trail. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared. She brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes and stared back. She recognized him as one of the woodsmen she’d hired to keep poachers from her forest.
He hadn’t been doing a good job. He’d let the Handsome Prince through.
A delicate flutter teased her pussy but she ignored it. Both woodsmen she’d hired were big, hulking creatures, perfectly suited to frighten strangers from her forest. Not that she was frightened; not in the least.
“Out of my way,” she snarled, starting forward, knowing he would move as she neared. She was the witch, after all. She got within a foot of his bulk and he hadn’t moved. “I said out of my way.”
“Sorry, miss, but you’re not allowed in this forest. It belongs to the wicked witch, and believe me, you don’t want to cross that bitch.”
Malicia’s head snapped up. And up. Damn, the man was really huge. Or maybe she’d shrunk. She’d been shorter than Rapunzel and that had never been the case before.
The need to reassert her authority rose in her chest and she rolled her shoulders back and glared down the mere woodsman who dared stand in her way.
“I am the wicked witch,” she announced. “I own this forest.”
He scoffed. “Right. You’re no ugly old crone.”
“I am!” she shouted. “I hired you.”
The woodsman squinted and peered at her face for a moment before trailing his gaze down her body. She fought not to squirm. The shift was almost see-through and she knew how it hung off her body.
The strange tingles between her legs that had started as she’d watched the prince pound his cock into Rapunzel returned, only worse.
The woodsman’s eyes stopped on her breasts. She shifted under the weight of his stare. The tiny movement brushed the thin material across her tight nipples and she gasped.
The woodsman smiled and let his gaze fall to the space between her thighs.
She pressed her knees together but that only made the tingles worse. The lovely little orgasm from Rapunzel’s mouth faded into memory and she felt a new rush of moisture between her legs. Her fingers twitched with the need to touch herself.
If this mountain of a man would get out of my way, I could get back to my cabin. She could touch herself, bring herself to orgasm and then she would look up hexes that turned wicked witches good.
The woodsman shook his head and returned his gaze to hers.
“No. The witch is a frumpy old thing with a wart on her nose and a bad attitude. And she doesn’t smell too good either.”
Malicia stomped her foot on the forest floor. “But that was me. It is me! I’m Malicia, the wicked witch. Something happened and I turned into this.” She waved her hand at her body.
He nodded and pursed his lips as he considered the situation. “So, you’re saying you’re the witch who locked a girl in the tower because her mother stole lettuce from your garden?”
“Yes!” A mixture of frustration and relief flooded Malicia’s chest. He finally seemed to believe her.
“Hmm.” He crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at her. Reproach filled his gaze. “That was a really rotten thing to do.”
“Well, I am a wicked witch,” she pointed out.
“Yeah but even for a wicked witch, that was a bit extreme.” He took a step forward. “And wicked little girls need to be punished.”
“Punished?” The word squeaked out of her throat. “Wha—? No. I’m—”
She never got a chance to protest further. The woodsman scooped her up with one arm and carried her down the path.
Hung over his massive forearm, she watched the ground move beneath them until he stopped, planted Malicia on her feet and plopped himself down on a tree stump.
She flipped her long black hair out of the way and glared at the woodsman. He just grinned and patted his thighs.
“What?” She took a step back. “I’m not—”
His big, beefy hand reached out and snagged her around the wrist, yanking her forward. With a gentleness she didn’t expect, he draped her over his lap and pulled the shift up to her waist.
She hung there for a moment, looking at the ground inches away, her mind catching up with what had happened. Her hair provided a curtain, shielding her face so he couldn’t see her stunned expression.
This couldn’t be happening. She was feared by all!
“Just take your punishment like a good girl and then we can fuck.”
Before she could stand up and put a hex on the man the likes of which his great-grandchildren would talk about, a strong, firm hand came down on her ass. Her head snapped up and she stared unseeingly into the forest.
He’d spanked her. Her.
The wicked witch!
Before she could cry out, his hand landed again, another bright, burning smack to her ass.
“What the hell are you doing?” she shouted, her voice loud enough to scare rabbits from their holes. She twisted in his hold but his strength easily overtook hers.
“Shh, honey. Let me warm this pretty ass.” He tapped her backside again, several fast smacks, burning her skin, sending the heat deep inside her. “If you’re good, I m
ight let you come.”
“Let me come?!” Her shout rang through the trees.
His hand came down on her ass, sharp and harsh. The jolt of pain surged through her body, changing to pleasure as it flooded her pussy. Her clit tingled and the rigid bulge of his cock pushed against her stomach, revealing that this was making him hungry as well.
“Careful, little one. I’ll only take so much sass.”
She moaned and squirmed, seeking sensation, needing something to rub against her clit.
“Ah, I understand. You are a naughty girl.” He dipped his fingers between her legs, homing in on her pussy. A soft chuckle reached her ears. “How about that? The wicked witch likes to have her ass spanked.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t.” The breathless tone of her voice belied her claim.
“Then why is your pussy soaking wet?” He pushed one finger into her passage. “Damn, that’s a tight little cunt. It’s been a while since you’ve had a cock in here, hasn’t it?”
She squished her lips together. It was none of his business how long it had been.
He pumped his finger in and out, the digit gliding easily through her slick pussy juices. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m going to make sure you don’t go another day without having this tight pussy filled.”
The words sent shivers up her spine and she shifted back, rocking up on her toes, trying to work his finger deeper.
He chuckled. “Not so fast, my little witch. You don’t get to come until my cock is inside you.” He drew his finger back and placed another round of sharp smacks on her ass. Her skin burned and tears pricked her eyes.
Just as it became too much, it stopped. And the woodsman drew her upright, guiding her to her knees between his legs. Tears tumbled from her eyes and she blinked.
Strong, rough hands cupped her cheeks and brushed away the tears.
“So pretty. So sweet,” he murmured, placing a quick kiss on her lips.
“I’m not sweet,” she said, though the words sounded like a pout. “I’m the wicked witch.”
Laughter twinkled in his green eyes. “Honey, you look wicked, all flushed and kneeling before me, wearing a see-through gown…but there’s nothing witchy about you.”
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