Chapter 2
2.1
Warnings: Adult material! Dark, Rated Mature
Characters: Rumplestiltskin, Goldilocks
Within an instant she was on her back, her skirts lifted by the horrible beast who tried to be a man. Goldilocks was on the cold floor with her master on top. The man's claws were digging into her hips, tearing at her skin as she cried out and tried to push him away. He was hissing at her like a snake and then his tongue found her cheek and started licking her, teasing her with the wet appendage.
The head of his manhood was resting against her core, rubbing slightly as he moved on top of her. Then, without a warning, he broke through, having her cry out in pain as he filled her fully, entering her balls deep and taking her virginity. She tried to lean on one elbow, the other arm covering her tear-stained face as she tried to crawl away from his sight. But he kept her well-positioned with his hands on her waist as he started thrusting.
His low panting and guttural sounds started to arouse her and soon wet sounds filled the room. She was silent while he groaned. His hips kept meeting hers and she bit her lip as the a warm feeling inside of her nether regions started to grow. She was building towards an orgasm, a thing he granted her only after he had come deep inside, but kept thrusting. She shuddered around him, her tight walls clenching his cock until he was all hard again and came a second time. Then, breathing heavily in her ear, he pushed himself off of her and dusted his clothes. Without a word he left her on the floor.
Goldilocks blamed herself that day. She blamed herself of betraying Belle who had so kindly let her in. She knew the man who held her imprisoned had very strong feelings for the girl and that alone made the thought he was using her as his fuck toy even more unbearable.
"He should be with Belle." She muttered to herself as she rocked herself back and forth before falling asleep each night. The encounters became more frequent. Though she had tried to avoid the golden creature and be as little involved with him as possible he came to seek her out more and more often. He wasn't angry anymore when he took her, whether against a wall, a cold floor, on the table between the cups of tea or against the bookcases Belle had enjoyed reading from. He started talking more and more to her as well, but refused to let her mentioned the girl who had been taken from his life. As a result, Goldilocks found herself unable to tell him that Belle hadn't committed suicide, and it stung her heart. At the same time Rumplestiltskin never spoke of her nor did he mention the family he had lost. His chats were about politics, about trades, about anecdotes and things he found amazing or funny. They laughed more, and she brought him tea more. And eventually she had to acknowledge they were warming up to one another.
"Sir?" Goldilocks asked him one day when he had grabbed her by the hand and tugged her towards the doors that lend access to his castle. She was confused when he placed a cloak around her shoulders and let her outside into the fresh air. For a moment she was overwhelmed, having been locked up inside his house for months on end, and had to shield her eyes from the blanching sun.
He took her into his garden. They would not go far that day, and sat her down. Then started to giggle as he asked her help at picking apples from one of his trees. She hadn't felt this free and happy since months and gladly helped him. He quickly gave up though and started spinning his straw, the wheel having magically appeared outside on the field. Goldilocks sat down with the apples she had collected on a blanket which he had brought for her, and folded her arms in front of her chest. Her fingers grazed the sides of her cloak as to confirm she was still wearing it. It had not been a dream. This was real.
She smiled broadly at her master as he enjoyed himself, and watched in silence while she enjoyed the warm sun on her skin.
His bright eyes darkened each time as he glanced at her.
The sun was setting.
Rumplestiltskin glanced contently at her again when he first saw it. "You were right." He mused with a crooked smile as he watched her in the light of the setting sun. "Your hair does look golden."
