One hundred years after the sleeping beauty fell, a prince rides to her rescue. The evil fairy godmother who had originally put the princess under the spell will do anything to keep the prince from thwarting her plans. Will he see through her, or will he succomb to his desires? Includes temptation, seduction, and giving into the one's base desires in this wicked retelling.
The Wickedly Ever After series features the wicked witches, evil fairy godmothers, and other sexy villains in fairy tales winning out over the traditional protagonists in a sizzling new take on the original stories.
Warning: This 3,100 word story contains explicit sex. Intended for ages 18+.
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The wicked fairy transformed herself in the image of a young, fair maiden with honey colored tresses and teleported herself not too far from the edge of the forest. The prince led his horse up a trail and discovered the maiden sitting on the fallen trunk of a tree. Tears streamed down her face.
The prince dismounted and made his way to the weeping woman. He knelt at her feet and gathered her hands in his. She started at his touch but didn't remove her hands from his grasp. He brushed a tear from her cheek.
"Maiden, why are you crying?" he asked.
"I'm lost," she said. "I went for a walk and now I cannot find my way back."
He hesitated only slightly. He cast once glance in the direction of where he should go, but he knew he could not leave someone in need. He turned back to the maiden.
"I'll help you," he said.
"Thank you," she sniffed and stood. He noticed for the first time that she appeared wet and drenched as if she had been caught in a storm. Her damp waving tresses curled around her shoulders, and when she stood, her linen chemise clung to her curves and outlined her details vividly. The hem of the chemise ended at her knees. Only a stiff leather bodice prevented him from seeing the details of her breasts. Even so, the necklines of her bodice and chemise dipped low, and he could see the tops of her breasts spilling over.
The prince swallowed. "Maiden, you're all wet."