The three of them were beautiful, Medea thought. Her equine vision was strange and distorted, of course, but she had known Eight was handsome and charming for years, and Angelo and Jessica she saw for too-brief moments whenever they could make their way to the mystical spring.
At first, she had watched them by accident, her sheltered upbringing leaving her ill-equipped to identify what the three of them could be doing until it was too late, her attention truly caught...and even had it not been, the tenderness they displayed afterward - Angelo's aloofness and Jessica's abrasive shell vanished like smoke as they curled together - would have kept her from letting them know they'd been seen.
She might have thought it a fluke, for during the day nothing changed - Angelo and Jessica traded barbs, while Eight attempted to play peacemaker between them - but she was alert to small gestures, the brief curl of Eight's hand around Angelo's wrist, overlong touches when healing one another after battle, the way a hint of smile would soften even Jessica's harshest comments. They were in love, she realized with something more like longing than jealousy, and it was no surprise the next time her ears caught the sound of them together and her nose caught the rich aroma of sex...or the next, or the next.
They grew less circumspect as the situation became more dire, and Medea watched openly, now. It built a restlessness in her, one she could do nothing about even if she were human; she was a princess, promised to a prince since the day of her birth. She would never be free to press her body tight against Eight's back and unfasten his belt as Angelo did, or follow Jessica's example and rub her breasts enticingly against his lips until he suckled the nipples and made her moan with pleasure. She could only imagine what it would be like to stroke him to hardness, then ease his foreskin back and tease him with flickering darts of her tongue.
She would of course be free to do all those things with her husband, but she could not bear the thought of doing such with Charmles, knowing that there would be no caring after. She would sooner remain a horse.
Slowly, she grew aware she no longer simply wondered how it would feel to have Eight inside her, but to have Angelo kissing and licking up her thighs, or Jessica's breasts pressed against her own and Jessica's clever fingers between her legs. No fit thoughts for a princess to have, even were she not betrothed, even were they not commoners.
In the few precious moments when she was human, she focused on Eight and tried not to think of the others. Bad enough she couldn't have him; she needn't taunt herself with them, as well.
For the three of them are beautiful, and she loves them.
Written for 50_Smutlets. Prompt Set 1 - #24 - Voyeurism
