Free On Being Wicked by Tielle St. Clare Page B

air and Malicia followed the sound to the bed—where her breath caught in her throat.
    She stared at the bed—the thin, crappy mattress she’d supplied so no one could claim she’d abused Rapunzel—and swallowed a yelp.
    Two bodies, naked except for the worn sheet that lay crumpled at their ankles, occupied the barren mattress. The princeling’s bare ass pumping up and down.
    Malicia gasped. They’re fucking. She blinked, thinking the image would change, but no, they were fucking. She knew what it was though she could swear she’d never seen it before.
    Strange memories that didn’t feel like hers tickled the back of her mind, of a big sweaty man on top of her, driving his cock into her pussy.
    She shook her head, trying to clear the image. Even if she’d experienced sex before she didn’t think it was like this . She would have remembered something so energetic and, well…naked.
    “Yes, Handy, please. Harder. Come inside me. Let me feel it.” Rapunzel’s cries echoed around the chamber.
    Unable to look away, Malicia stepped to the side, instinctively searching for a better view, not wanting to disturb the couple.
    A new sensation fluttered in her core, tempting little tingles that made her want to squeeze her knees together. The lean muscles of the prince’s ass contracted, rocking his hips forward, driving him over and over again into Rapunzel’s pussy. Her fingers dug into those taut muscles, pulling him deeper with each thrust. High-pitched cries escaped Rapunzel’s throat as she got closer and closer to climax.
    Malicia opened her mouth, prepared to order them to stop. This wasn’t right. Rapunzel was a captive, miserable, trapped in a tower. She wasn’t supposed to be fucked senseless by a lovely princeling. It had to be against some rule.
    But the wild pleasure etched on Rapunzel’s face trapped the words in Malicia’s throat. Her heart gave a slow turn as she watched. And the foreign sensation in her pussy grew stronger. Her hips rocked to the beat of the princeling’s thrusts. She had the strangest desire to slide her hand between her legs. She gripped the folds of her gown to keep from acting on the urge.
    Rapunzel’s cries got louder. Her back arched and her hips pumped up, taking the princeling one more time. Her scream bounced off the round tower walls, deafening Malicia and almost, but not quite, drowning out the groan that erupted from the princeling’s mouth. Tension strained his back muscles, freezing him in place for one torturous moment before he collapsed forward onto Malicia’s blonde captive.
    Rapunzel’s legs curled around the princeling’s hips and her hands smoothed over his sweaty back. He groaned and rocked his hips against hers, tiny thrusts, as if he wanted to draw out the final bits of pleasure. The princeling nuzzled Rapunzel’s neck and murmured soft words of love. Rapunzel hummed a wordless response.
    Warmth flooded Malicia’s chest as she observed the couple in their afterglow. Tear’s pricked the edges of her eyes at the tender affection between the lovers. It was so sweet.
    Sweet?
    The word shook her to the center of her being. She didn’t like sweet . She was a wicked witch!
    Determined to be just that, and even more determined to see the shocked, frightened looks on their faces when they realized they’d been discovered, Malicia planted her fists on her hips and waited for the couple to notice her.
    And waited.
    Unfortunately, they seemed unaware of anything except each other.
    Finally she huffed out a sigh. Guess I’ll have to let them know I’m here.
    “Ah-ha!” Malicia shouted, this time loud enough that they had to hear.
    Rapunzel yelped and the princeling rolled over, boldly placing himself in front of his ladylove.
    Malicia gasped. The princeling’s cock was still erect, still slick from Rapunzel’s pussy juices. Malicia tried not to stare but for such a slim man, he had a nice long cock.
    She gave herself a shake and remembered why she was