(Authors Note: The little mermaid story had not been aired when I wrote this. I'm just very very late posting it. Please forgive me. Already working on next chapter which may be a little different. Also , as always please review if you liked it. Or even if you didn't. So I can make it better )
(Enchanted Forest.)
Rumple carefully watched the young girl as she hurried around the Dark Castle, waving cleaning supplies menacingly at his collection. The large golden dress she wore clearly hampering her progress even more than her once pampered lifestyle. Two days ago she had tripped while serving his tea, chipping a small blue patterned china cup. He had been confused by her reaction, she had been more up upset at damaging the cup than concered about upsetting him. Rumple hadnt seen anyone care about anything so small and insignificant since he had lost his Bae. Not since had he seen someone so pure and innocent. Not completely innocent he reminded him self, she had been promised to wed. He knew Gaston and his caretaker had spent time alone together, at Gaston's insistence at that. From what he knew of the girl he doubted she had enjoyed the prince's company. Rumple was beginning to suspect however that Belle did enjoy his, everyday he felt they spent more and more time in the same room. If it was her doing or his, the dark one was unable to tell.
As she bustled closed. Rumple looked up from his books. The tattered, soiled dress was displeasing for reasons he was unsure about which in itself irritating. "Dearie, what's that horrid smell?" he tried his best to be cross and offended, which he was not, instead he found her scent confusing, it warmed his body and blood in ways it hadn't stirred since Cora. Even the memory of such feeling made his whole body feel cold and heavy. He almost wished he were brave enough to rip out his own heart as she had, but it was the only thing allowing him to hold on to his son.
"Have you been wearing that...rag this whole time? It's filthy, and smelly." 'And looks horrible on your delicate, beautiful skin' he added silently to himself. She looked down at the dress and blushed in shame "Yes, i'm sorry. We left my father's castle in such a hurry. I only have this, nothing to even change into so i can wash it. I-I'm sorry." Rumple didn't ask if she had slept in it as well. He knew she had, he had gone in every night to, to well to check on her. It wouldn't do him very well if she fell ill, or at least that's what he told himself as he would cover her bare shoulders with the course woolen blaket.
"I'll make you a deal dearie. I'll do something about the clothes if you do something about the smell. You can't really keep the castle clean if you've covered in filth" sneering at the tattered golden gown one last time to make a mental note of her body shape and size. As if he hadn't lingered over her form before. He stood suddenly and turned walking gracefully out of the room. "Follow me."
Belle had to jump back as he passed so near. She often found herself wishing to reach out and caress him as he passed. It seemed to her he passed nearer and nearer as if daring her to touch him, tempting her to slide her hands into the deep cut v shape collars of his shirt. He mockingly would stare at her in the same way she stared at him. Pretending to take in every one of her details. Every line and curve, as she studied him, she would hide her face behind a book, whereas he would stand behind her or around the corner where he was difficult to see but once or twice she had make eye contact only to have him disappear before she could speak. She would find him, shortly thereafter, somewhere else, pretending to be in engrossed in a task, as if he had been there the whole time and certainly not watching her. But she turned to follow him anyway. She had quickly learned not to question him when he was in such a playful or considerate mood carefully hidden behind rude suggestions or, cruel and horrid jokes.
Belle followed Rumple through the twists and turns of the dark castle, finally stopping in front of a thick heavy wooden door. Rumple bowed deeply as he opened it, gesturing for her to go in " After you, my -uh- Princess of Dust." he giggled shrilly deepening his bow before standing to find her returning the sarcastic act " why, thank you, my dear Charming Dark One." Belle's laughter was cut short as she turned and viewed the room properly. A lavish bathing room, more richly done than she had ever seen before. The Room was brightly lit although a thick haze of steam clouded the air. A golden pool of heated water was set into the floor on a raised dais; tropical woods and lumbers where inlaid with thin sheets of gold and silver forming delicate forest and woodland scenes. The hand rail circling the pool looked as if it were formed out of solid opal. In between woodland sconces on the walls were curtails made a the strangest fabric Belle had ever seen, it seemed to move and sway in the humid air, it held the most remarkable texture and did not seem at all to be damp or wet. "Mermaid Tails." Rumple whispered into her ear. He was suddenly much nearer than she had thought and his warm breath tickled her skin ever so slightly, she couldn't help but to moan in pleasure at having him so close, she leaned her body backward against him. Rumple unknowingly placed his hand on her waist, balancing her and pulling her more solidly against him. Both hoped to not draw attention to the growing intimacy between them. She fearing he would pull away and vanish once more, he fearing she would be sickened by his actions, that she would reject him compeltly for such a violation, that she would yell or even strike him. Rumple feared she hated him, unlike anyone else he had ever met. The idea that she might reject him often kept him busy at his wheel. He feared offending her, but he was unable to remove his taloned hand, rather he gripped her ruined gown slightly, savoring the sleek silk warmed by her skin. " Cannibals, this group of merfolk, from deep under the ice of the northern sea, far from our little enchanted forest. The mothers slaughter and feast upon the flesh of their first born daughters the eve that they enter -uh- adult hood. Believing it would keep them young and beautiful. Many years ago, one such youngling called on my services. She wished to change her fate, to save herself from the only love and compasion she had ever known. She wished to trade her beauitful tail for a way to save herself and her people, exchanging all of their tails for legs. Below the icy waves, those that made it to land were ill equipped for the harsh landscape. But alas, only mermaid tail would stand the dampness of my bath without too much upkeep dearie." he gestured with his free hand as if waving away the memory of the gory deed. "It's horrid." She whispered "one must have curtains my dear" Belle turned toward him. Her face was suddenly so close to his he caught his breath bracing for the cold hard curses he felt would surely come rushing forth. "Not that, Rumple. Not you, but that they would feed on their own daughters. I'm-I'm happy you did what you did" her eyes drifted from his down to his smirking mouth, shifting towards him. "Rumple?" hearing her sigh his name as she was so near was more than he could stand, his blood boiled and churned inside him. He turned away suddenly stepping backward and casting his eyes downward. The tight leather bunched and restricted his manhood enough to cause him great discomfrot, but not enough to prevent her from brushing against it... " I'll just go see about a new dress then shall I?" he bowed mockingly once more before leaving slamming the door behind him
Belle stood for moments, unsure of what had passed between them. Why had he caressed her waist so lovingly? Why had she been so drawn to press herself against him? All she could think about was how she was so close to kissing him. Something until then she hadn't been aware she would want. Shouldn't she have been frightened of him, repeled by his power and the darkness within him? Why did the growing hardness that had pushed against her thigh excite her? So she stood staring at the steam rising from the water, unable to calm her heart, or head, from the closeness.
Rumple hurried from the room, and then stopped to pull ungracfully at his pants, hoping to ease his discomfort. Instead the stimulation, rough though it was worsened his condition after such a long time of disuse his manhood would not relent. Ashamed of himself even as he acted he pressed a hidden button on the wall and entered another dark corridor as the wall slide back into place behind him. Walking without making a sound he entered the hidden room, concealed behind the mermaid flesh fabric. It was wrong and dirty for him to watch her undress, pervese and sick, but he was compelled by a force even more powerful than his magic, his manhood demanded release from its binding sheath of leather. He couldn't break his stare on her while his hands moved on their own, undoing the ties that held his pants up and shut. The sensation of the bindings pressing against his organ was too painful to bear, so, logically he'd have to remove it. He was simply the master of the house enjoying a steam comfortably, not a creepy foul lizard man, fondling himself behind a curtain as a young woman unwittingly bathed before him. Rumple reassured himself over and over.
Belle's contemplative trance was broken when she saw movement from the corner of her eye in the curtains overlooking the pool. Careful not to shift in that direction she spied the smallest hint of a dark dragon leather boot from under the folds and movement of the fabric.
Belle undressed slowly and carefully. Keeping in mind the location of her Rumple she turned gracefully to give him the best view of her curvy body as she let the silk gown and under pinning's fall to the floor and pool around her feet. When she was finally down to her stays she turned towards him keeping her gaze from the curtain she began unlacing the bindings and slowly exposing her bare breasts. She tossed the garment to the floor away from her... She began to blush suddenly aware of her crude scandalous behavior but knowing the strange man would also see the rosy color tinting her skin caused a flush of blood through her body, and she felt the warm tingling sensation of arousal deep in her pelvis.
Belle stretched she shoulder and cupped her own breasts before stepping out of her slip and panties and turning to enter the water.
Rumple allowed his thick penis to hang free as he wriggled out of the sticky leather. He sat on the bench and braced his feet against the opposite wall enjoy the feeling of his cock growing and hardening as he watched her undress. If he had been less intoxicated by the sight he might have wondered why she stood and posed before slowly entering the pool. He lightly gripped his shaft stoking it experimentally. He had not been tempted in such a manner and was disheartened to find the feel of his own skin on his sensitive engorged penis. His eyes drifted to the floor where the cold silk lay piled along with his caretakers under things. Flexing his fingers he could still feel the sleek soft silk under his palm. With a wave of his hand and a puff of smoke the gown, stays and petticoats where next to him, replaced with a servicable blue dress ( that rumple would spend the next few days dreaming about taking off her,) the plushest towel and soft cottan under garments, light and airy that would surely cling to her body under the slightest amount of sweat on her skin or humidity in the air, allowing him a better view of her curvy shapely body than the gown with its layers and layers of pinnings, slips and stays.
Using his long claw like talons he ripped a large swath of silk and wrapped it loosely around his member, shuttering in detail from the warmth still rendered from her body. He watched her slowly bathe, her hair clinging to her breasts and the soap running temptingly off her shapely behind. As he watched her move around in the steaming ever clean water all he could think about was how wonderful he imaganed she would feel bare and pressed against him. His stroke quickened as he thought of bending her over the side of the pool and rapidly penitrating her before she could disagree, causing the water to slash lovingly against their thighs as he took her, nestling his face into her soft hair, cupping her perky breasts, roughly teasing her small hard nipples with his talons causing her to scream in fear and pleasure.
Belle laid back in the water and slowly spread her legs towards Rumples hidden location, the thought of him seeing her nude, watching her touch herself had caused surprising wetness between her legs that had nothing to do with her bath. She gingerly squeased her breasts, pinching and squeezing her already hardening nipples. She ran her hand down over her body as she began petting the thick curled hair between her legs, somewhat unused to the sensation she shyly spread her body further and genteelly fingered the bud above her opening. Shocked at the excitement she arched her back, allowing Rumple a view of her womanhood, pink with inexperience but still soaked and dripping with her juices.
Rumple used his free hand to reach down and caressed his sac as he watched Belle spread her legs towards him, squeezing softly he hoped to delay his own release until he had been able to fully enjoy her's, he had not expected her to engage in such activity, but was delighted to find that his sweet Belle was not too pure to deny herself.
As she pushed a single digit inside, Rumple slowed his own stoke to match hers, He would have to remember the loving pace she used, if he ever planned on giving her his huge throbbing cock, he wanted to make sure she would enjoy it as much as he was enjoying the sight of her before him. He took care to quicken as she did, paying attention to every thrust of her hips or fondle of her own body, even as he neared his peak he wished more than anything to be inside her, not violating her trust but sharing and deepening it as he would deepen her thrusts while she moaned and wriggled under his body.
Belle gasped for air as she began to feel her body tighten around her fingers which she wished to be him, she had never felt such a rush with the promise of release before, not in the times she had been alone and more certainly not in the times Gaston had asked or spied on her against her will. Rumple watching her gave her a sense of safety and intimacy, unlike Gaston, with who she had been too worried about displeasing to enjoy the touch so deeply and freely. Belle could only hope the day that he would take her would be soon, as she was rocked with the sudden muscle spasms, screams and release as she pushed her body over its limits and relaxed back fully into the water.
Rumple gritted his teeth together watching her body shake and relax so hard and violently, he noticed a sudden gush of milk colored fluids color the water between her legs as she settled back, before it was cleaned from the magic waters. The way her eyes fluttered. He leaned back ward as he emptied himself into the scrap of silk, glad he had thought of it, as he would be unable to order her to clean his sticky white fluid from the hidden room as he'd hoped to make use of it again with her next bath. Blushing from to delight and exertion, he leaned his head back against the wall and turned back toward her in time for her to softly moan "Rumple!" as her own delight carried her to sleep in the enchanted waters.