OS 11 : The Beast behind the mask.
Pairings : Belle/Rapunzel. Belle/Rumplestiltskin. Rapunzel/Rumplestiltskin. Rapunzel/Rumplestiltskin/Belle.
Warnings : Lemon. Mind Control. Dub!con. Age difference. Incest (father/daughter). Blood drinking. Threesome. Dirty Talk. Murder (evoked).
Author's note : AU which happens after the death of Belle's father, but Rumplestiltskin never came to see the witch of the tower to ask her for her help. So Belle was never cursed.
The ballroom was sparkling, shining brightly, and its resplendence certainly proved consistent during the fest, and there was nothing which could equal it.
Yes, the room was magnificent, and you could see, face to the rests of the party, that this last one must have been sublime.
But yet, Rumplestiltskin was not tranquil.
Since the king's death, not many things changed, in fact. Queen Belle was ruling the kingdom with wisdom, helped by the prime minister and by Rumplestiltskin, that she kept as a counselor.
Oh, of course, the queen could have some blanks, sometimes, but nothing was really wrong apart this, right ?
This was what you could have thought, in any circumstance, except… well, this one.
That is to say, the fact that the party, from which we talked earlier, if you believed what Rumplestiltskin could see right now, was far from being over, at least, for the queen.
He grimaced with disgust, understanding what the word "party" could signify for the bloodthirsty queen, the Beast, as some people called her.
And Rumplestiltskin was beginning to be afraid.
§§§§
It had been since a long time that fear was the queen of the kingdom.
Everyone knew for the Beast, well, at least, in part, and had they see what Rumple was seeing right now, they would have been so afraid.
Just as Rumple himself.
First thing you could notice, blood.
There was blood everywhere, on the ground, on the walls, and the old man then became pale.
There was a woman lying on the ground, dead, covered with blood, with an ecstatic air on her face, a sign of what the Beast did to her before she killed her.
Rumplestiltskin looked at her with horror. She was naked, her clothes were in pieces, and there was a great scar at the place where her heart was.
The counselor repressed a disgusted retching.
Her eyes were still opened, frozen on a last expression of surprise. With softness, and almost tenderness, he closed her eyes, before standing up.
In front of him, there was a mirror, in which he saw a man with whitened hair, which became this way too soon, a man about fifty years old, full of anxieties and pain.
A man who lost everything : his wife, his friend, and the woman he saw as his niece, too, and his youth, just as some of his certitudes.
He didn't even need to turn back to understand that Belle was behind his back, the shiver he felt at this moment was enough to make him know it.
And fear came back in him, stronger than ever.
The man refused at first to turn back, a little because, naive as he was, he thought that if he didn't look at the monster in its eyes, then, this one wouldn't be real anymore, and would let him alone.
He didn't want either to see what his niece became.
Except that he couldn't flee.
In a firm and assured gesture, Belle closed the door of the ballroom, using her magic to do this.
Rumplestiltskin clenched his fists, cursing his morbid curiosity which made him want to see, see, without being aware of the probable consequences.
Maybe that it was the queen's magic which made him want to enter here, he tried to convince himself, even if he knew that it had nothing to do with it.
Well, if he had to fall into the Darkness, and to disappear in it, then, he told himself, he just had to look at the horror in the eyes.
He turned back.
§§§§
The red was the first thing the councilor was able to identify.
The red on Belle's face, in her hairs, on what stayed of her dress.
The red….
The blood.
Rumplestiltskin again felt like he was going to be sick, and he wanted to scream now.
He was seeing again the face of this poor dead woman, he could just see her now, and he began to tremble.
So, this was what Belle had become…
Belle's hands were dripping with blood, as they were covered of it, fresh blood, of course, certainly the one of this poor girl, who was lying on the ground, just here, dead.
When Belle smiled, Rumplestiltskin realized that her teethes were glowing, red with blood.
"Rumple, my dear Rumple, she said with a languorous voice to her councilor. What are you doing here ?"
Coming back from his stupor and his horror, Rumplestiltskin took some more time to examine the young woman in a more precise way.
Belle's dress, which used to have the color of a beautiful pale blue, was now full of blood, and also tore in some parts of it.
But it had to be said too that Belle was making no effort to fix her outfits, which were well… relaxed, at least.
(Not to say, indecent.)
Her bodice, ripped, was completely opened, and the young queen had (deliberately, certainly, knowing her) let largely and flippantly fall the left sleeve of her dress, revealing her left breast.
Without being able to stop this, paralyzed as he was, not being able to move, Rumplestiltskin began to examine more carefully with his look the body of the young woman. Her voluptuous forms could be seen even more easily, her dress stained with blood being more stuck to her skin, without forgetting the fact that she was half-naked.
Oh, how beautiful she was… and desirable too.
But especially untouchable.
"You still didn't answer me, the queen told him with mischief, and, for some seconds, according to her simple look, and if you didn't take into account all the rest, Rumplestiltskin had the impression that he was still in front of the true Belle. But the illusion immediately faded.
"You majesty, I…" he muttered, troubled by the outfit (or, the lack of outfit, to be more precise) that she wearing. And the old man was beginning to feel an excitation he didn't feel since years.
Not since his wife died, in fact.
The queen then burst into laughter, her laugh so crystalline and so pure, and the councilor stayed here, as being under her spell, (which was certainly the case).
She smiled.
"Well, Rumple, call me Belle… Don't be that litigious with me, she whispered with a softness which reminded Belle's, but its harmful aspect was more close to the Beast's. After all, she added by putting her hand on his chest, you saw me grow up, remember."
Yes, that's the problem, indeed, the councilor almost screamed.
Putting her hand on the arm of her father's friend, she scratched it, a thing Rumplestiltskin's body didn't register as a pain, but rather as a…stimulation.
While he was looking with amazement the magic almost electric which was coming from her, seeming to be like a myriad of stars which was around him.
With horror, Rumplestiltskin realized that, in his fascination, he already forgot the young dead woman who was lying at their foots.
Unlike Belle, apparently, who gave him a false sad look.
"Poor girl, she said, faking to cry, she didn't stay here for a long… Too bad, she was good at using her fingers and her tongue. She muffled her laugh. You should have seen her face when I put this dagger in her heart ! She exulted. I think that her and me, we came at the same moment, before she… well… before she passed away."
And she said all of this under Rumplestiltskin's horrified look.
"Did I shock you ? She asked him, coming closer to him, and he walked away from her, knowing what kind of effects this proximity could have on him, this, under the sadistic look of the Beast.
- You're a monster ! He claimed, freed for a time of the spell of seduction he already felt on him since some minutes.
- No, my dear, she contradicted him, I just have some dark desires, just as everyone, which want to be exploded. And it's the case for you too, I presume, she whispered at his ear, taking between her fingers his member with a hand both firm and assured."
He didn't know if it was because of her words, or because of the caress of her fingers, but Rumplestiltskin felt himself becoming hard in only some seconds.
When the councilor tried to move again, Belle's voice took a tone more threatening, and her face was taken by a contained anger.
"Don't move !" She ordered to her prisoner, who immediately obeyed.
Then, after some minutes of this treatment, the councilor realized that the situation was not that bad, and he decided by himself that he would stay, while Belle was still massaging his crotch.
The queen then found again her caressing tone.
"Tell me, she told him, by guiding the councilor's hand on her uncovered breast, what would you think about joining us ? She asked him with a suggestive tone."
Rumplestiltskin frowned, not understanding what she meant.
Before he saw something he didn't remark before.
Well, someone.
And he had a hiccup of horror.
"Rapunzel ? He exclaimed, full of terror."
His excitation disappeared immediately, as he was facing a show he wished he never had to see.
His daughter, Rapunzel, lying on the ground, half-naked, her face covered with blood, a glass of wine (no, blood, it was blood. Oh no, not Rapunzel, not my little daughter !) in her hands.
His daughter who had now a beatific smile on her face, Rapunzel, who was so beautiful, and desirable too, and… (oh, by the Gods, he should have never thought about his daughter this way, she was his daughter, dammit !)
Rapunzel, who didn't even seem to see the poor dead girl not far from her, who didn't seem to care, who didn't understand, and…
(But it was not her fault, she didn't know, she didn't know anything, it was the fault of Belle's magic.)
Transported by his anger and taken by a force he didn't even think he had in himself, he succeeded to walk away from Belle's hold, who was threw away.
"You dared ! He eructed, furious. How could you dare ? You touched her, you touched my daughter, you perverted her !
- Oh, you see, Belle affirmed, she didn't seem to really complain about this, in fact, I would even say that she loved everything I did to her."
Especially the worst, was what she implied.
"I don't even want to know ! Rumple pretended to the queen, trying to ignore the unwanted excitation which was now taking him, showed by his sex which was becoming hard again."
It's Belle's magic, he tried to persuade himself, it's her magic which provokes this in me, and this as he continued to look at Rapunzel, and that was what this vision was provoking in him, it was a desire to kiss her, to touch her, to ruin her, to, to…
He froze, speechless, as all his forbidden desire were waking up right now, under Belle's amused look, happy of the power of her magic.
Rumplestiltskin swallowed with difficulty, understanding, as he realized what was happening to him.
He wanted to fuck his own daughter.
Oh, shit…
§§§§
The slap happened without anyone expecting it.
Belle stayed frozen for some seconds, before turning back in his direction, an air of challenge on her face, which was now bleeding.
She licked her lips, savoring the taste of blood on her tongue.
"What you did of my daughter, it's… it's obnoxious ! He screamed, mad at her."
His anger was against Belle as much as it was against himself.
But yet, when Belle kissed him, he didn't hedge, he just kissed her full on the lips, his body pressing against her fresh, firm, and young body.
Palpating and kneading this body which was offered to him, and feeling the soft and firm breasts of Belle under his fingers, he couldn't help but moan, almost forgetting where and who he was.
Belle then passed her tongue on his neck, biting it, marking it, more sticking against him, pressing her sex against his, smiling of feeling him being so… impatient.
"It looks like I was not that wrong, in the end, she said between two kisses."
The councilor froze, as if he just woke up.
He had another amazed look on the queen's body, who was now entirely naked, not daring to touch it.
He seemed to be in front of a goddess he couldn't touch.
And another devilish plan appeared in the spirit of the twisted queen.
"Rapunzel ! Come here !"
The young woman, who seemed still lost in the ocean of pleasure in which the queen threw her, immediately stand up, like an automaton, and she walked in the queen's direction, giving her a loving look.
Her long blond hairs were covered of blood, and were around her, almost covering her naked body.
"Undress him ! She ordered to the one who used to be her friend, and who was nothing for her now."
Rapunzel did it, deliberately brushing the old man any time she could, seeming like she wanted to make him become crazy.
A painful and cynical smile took place on Rumplestiltskin's face.
"You made all of this happen, right ?"
Royal, the queen sat down on one of the chairs of the ballroom, opening her legs as much as she could.
"Dare to tell me that you never though of it, she said to a paralyzed Rumplestiltskin.
- I have no idea of what you're talking about."
He couldn't move anymore, Belle's magic stopping him from doing it.
Then, standing up, she came just next to him, above Rapunzel, to who she smiled.
"Dare to tell me that you never dreamed of it, she whispered to the councilor. Dare pretending you never wanted her, at your feet, at your mercy, at your goodwill. Ready to gobble you, to devour you, at the moment where you would ask for it."
And according to the position of the young woman, she was clearly ready to do it, and just to wait for it, too.
"Subtle metaphor, said Rumplestiltskin with irony, to hid the trouble which was taking possession of him now, after Belle's words (and Rapunzel's gestures.)
The queen smiled.
"I always hated to use crude words."
Rumplestiltskin couldn't help but raising a circumspect eyebrow.
Because yes, she was making fun of him, clearly.
He didn't have the time to think or tell more about it, because, at this precise moment, he felt that his daughter w as, in fact, devouring him.
Belle had another mocking grin.
"Dare to tell me you never dreamed being sucked by your own daughter."
Rumplestiltskin wanted to scream that no, it was not the truth, but he wasn't really able to do so, he couldn't think, in this instant, in fact, he didn't know anymore if the excitation he was feeling right now was good, or at the contrary, terribly bad.
"Just let yourself give in, Belle told him, being the one who gave bad advices."
And, in a last moan, he did it.
§§§§
When some minutes after that, Rapunzel put her head out of the place where it was, her father made a moan of irritation.
And Belle was exulting.
"What did you think I would do exactly, my dear ? That I would let you come, just like that ? It has to be long, so I will like it, and you will suffer."
An air of furor took place on Rumplestiltskin's face.
"You're a demon ! He eructed, furious, looking at what Belle made of his daughter. You turned my daughter into a slut !
- A slut ? No ! I just woke up some desires buried in her, just as in you.
- No, it's false ! The councilor protested. This is you, this is your magic, this is your horror. It has nothing to do with me.
- I'm sorry for you, I can't believe you, because your body is betraying you, Belle indicated to him with mischief."
Blushing, embarrassed, the old man tried to flee again, before he understood it was impossible.
"I know everything about you, Rumple… She looks like her, right ? Your daughter, she looks like a sister your wife could have had, your wife who died too soon, poor woman… So, your desire for her is perfectly normal.
- Shut up ! He ordered her, not knowing if he had to be horrified by her words, or by the fact that, maybe, she was right.
- By the way, I know that you didn't know the body of a woman since your wife died."
Rumplestiltskin was torn apart between pain and excitation, and he was afraid that the last one was going to win in him.
Belle took his face in her hands, and she wiped the tears which were rolling on his cheeks. Then, she came closer to him, sticking even more her body against his, waking up his excitation.
"What do you want ?
- Just make a deal ! Kiss me, and, if you still want to go after, you will ! And I will even let Rapunzel come with you if she wants."
Rumplestiltskin paled.
It was a trap, it couldn't be something else.
"Cheater ! You already know what kind of effects your kisses have on the other ! You want to trap me forever, just as you trapped Rapunzel !"
She shrugged.
"Right… But you can still try to resist ! You can still try to pretend that this is not what you want, that you don't dream to take me here and now. You can still try to lie to yourself, Rumple, but you can't lie to me.
- Belle… he whispered, not daring to protest anymore."
When she kissed him, everything fell apart.
§§§§
All the thought of the councilor was now upside down.
Some seconds before, he would have hated himself, he would have felt disgusted for what he was doing now.
But right now, he didn't care anymore.
He was falling, but he didn't care.
He was doing what he always wanted to do, and the screams and the moans that he was taking from Belle showed that she appreciated it.
Rumplestiltskin had now forgot that he came here at first just to see the horrors of the "party", not to participate.
"So, Rumple… wasn't I right ?"
Deeply buried in her, his head stuck between her breasts, he couldn't even answer.
Then, Belle kissed him again, and then, she burst into laughter.
When he finally came, he didn't even contain himself, and he screamed.
§§§§
"So… are you satisfied ?"
Nodding his head, he offered her a beatific smile.
"Good… it was what I wanted."
Taking Rapunzel closer to her, she didn't stop herself from caressing her in front of her father.
"Poor Rapunzel, she whispered, by giving her some kisses on her shoulder. You still got nothing tonight."
Her hand was now sliding on Rapunzel's forms, without staying on them, torturing the other woman.
Rumplestiltskin shivered, electrified by the situation, and he stand up, without deciding to do it and Belle smiled.
"By the way, I have to admit that I am not satisfied either."
And this how the three of them lost themselves.
§§§§
"What is it ?"
They were dressed up again now, and Belle was handing a cup to Rumple.
"A glass of blood. If you really want to conclude our deal, well, you have to drink it."
Rumplestiltskin frowned, hesitating.
"Imagine, she whistled to him, you will be mine forever, and you will have us, the two of us. Tomorrow, you will marry us, and you will be the king. An immortal king, and young too. The blood will allow you to do it."
Taking the glass of blood in his hand, he drank it immediately, not feeling the disgust he should have felt.
"Right, Belle said. Now, we can continue to have fun."