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"I think it's best if we do this in complete darkness," smirked Mr. Gold as he opened the door, and escorted me inside. "It heightens the sensation better."

The door closed with a click, and my pulse began to quicken. "W-what would you have me do?"

"That's the spirit, dearie," said Mr. Gold. "What I want you to do right now, is to completely undress. Then find the bed in the room, and lie down and await further instructions."

I did as I was instructed, and I quickly found the bed and laid down. Soft caresses met my ankles and feet as shoe by shoe clunked to the floor. Tenderly, dexterous hands massaged my feet, and for some reason, it was turning me on. His hands traveled towards my calves, massaging and stroking in their travels until they reached my upper thighs. Gently, he eased them apart, spreading me wide, and with two clicks, I was stunned to find that my ankles were now bound. I gasped in surprise, wondering what was going on, and growing frustrated at not being able to see anything in the darkness of the room.

"Dearie, how are you feeling?"

"Frustrated," I groaned, wriggling my legs. "I can't see!"

"Focus, my beauty," said Mr. Gold as he gave me a hard slap on my ass. I winced at the sudden blow. "Just because you cannot see does not mean you cannot feel. Focus on the sensations you have, not the ones you do not have…"

Before I could say another word, I felt his warm body against mine as his lips crashed onto mine. I ran my hands through his hair, urging him on. To my dismay, he pulled back, and led a hot trail of kisses down my breasts and down my stomach. I sighed softly, enjoying such tender endeavors when I suddenly began to arch my back, overcome by ecstasy. "OH MY GOD!" I moaned as I felt Mr. Gold's tongue tease my clit relentlessly. I gripped the bed sheets in my passion, and it did not take long before I climaxed, and Mr. Gold lapped gratefully at my folds, drinking in every drop of cum.

"You're amazing," I panted, still trying to catch my breath.

"I'm just getting started, dearie," said Mr. Gold with a seductive chuckle.

Belle smiled as she watched as Rumplestilzkin admired her. She lay there amidst the black sheets, resting her head on the soft black pillows comfortably. "Comfy?" asked Rumplestilzkin as he lay on his side. His hand traced down the gentle curve of her waist.

"Never felt more comfortable actually," replied Belle. "I have a very attentive master that takes care of my needs."

"That I do," smirked the imp. "In more ways than one. You're still glowing, dearie."

Belle pulled the sheets over her head, covering her naked and still glowing body ashamedly. Rumplestilzkin laughed as he fought to uncover her. "Come! More light and light; more dark our woes!"

"Quoting William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet are we?" laughed Belle as she finally gave up in his pursuit of her. "I'm very impressed."

"Dearie, I am quite knowledgeable in all aspects," said Rumplestilzkin as he began to kiss her neck. "I am the Dark One after all. I know everything."

"Really," pursed Belle. "If you know everything, then what starts out on four legs, then has two legs, then by the end of its life has three legs?"

"You're trying to trick me, dearie," tickled Rumplestilzkin. "It won't work on me."

"If you don't know the answer, it is okay," smirked Belle.

"A baby starts out on four legs because babies crawl," began Rumplestilzkin. "Toddlers through adults walk on two legs, and the elderly use two legs and a cane to help walk."

"Impressive," said Belle as she buried her face into his neck. "Not that I would ever doubt your intellect."

Rumplestilzkin smiled as he held the beauty in his arms close, and the two of them fell asleep in each others' arms.

. . .

The next few days passed quietly and surprisingly normal. Belle returned to her chores, and as her master looked on, she would casually smile back at him. She glowed brighter than ever, and Rumplestilzkin just didn't understand it.

Then, one day when Belle was polishing the ornate candelabra, there was a knock at the door. It was one of the rare days when Rumplestilzkin had been out on an errand, and Belle was left to herself. The beauty gently set down the candelabra, and walked carefully to the large wooden door. She peered through the keyhole, and saw a weary-looking knight in very worn and battered armor. He rode a donkey that was boney and worn as his master, and looked like he was on the verge on collapse.

"What an odd looking fellow," said Belle to herself before she turned her attention on the strange knight. "Good sir knight, who are you, and what is your purpose?"

"Oh good lady!" beckoned the knight. "I employ you to please give your good sir knight who standeth here before thee some food and drink for a weary knight, servant to the Lady of my Heart, Dulcinea del Toboso, and his world weary steed, Rocinante!"

Belle, being of a kind heart, opened the door. "Here, I will walk you both to the stables so your… Rocinante can have some water and food to eat. If you do not mind me asking, good knight, what is your name?"

"Good lady, I go by the name of Don Quixote," said the knight as he lifted the flap of his helmet to see better. "I am on a journey to protect the innocent, defend the weak, and to go on adventures as a freshly dubbed knight!"

"Sounds like quite a job you've taken on yourself," said Belle as she led Rocinante to the trough. "Here you are. I'll go grab some oats and hay for you. You both should spend the night in the castle."

"If you would kindly accept us into your home, we would be relieved if your ladyship would be as gracious," bowed the valiant Don Quixote.

"Although I am not the lady of the house," said Belle slowly. "I am sure the master of the house will not mind you spending one night here." The beauty gently stroked Rocinante's mane.

"You are very kind, Lady," said Don Quixote. He watched as his noble steed finished eating, and whinnied and nickered gently, nudging himself against Belle for more affection. "By my Lady Dulcinea most fair, Rosinante seems to have taken a liking to ye!"

"Poor thing was starving," sighed Belle. "I bet he'd like anyone who'd give him food."

"This gallant caballo," began Don Quixote. "Is very particular. He can tell if a man is pure of heart and soul, and you, lady, are like that which resembles my Lady, Dulcinea."

Belle blushed and decided to change the subject quickly. "I think Rocinante will be fine in the stables here. We should get some food in you. When was the last time you had eaten, good Sir Don Quixote?"

"Oh, not for a fortnight," said Don Quixote.

"Please, come with me," said Belle as she took his hand and led him back up to the castle.