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"Magic, how much I loathe it."

My snake-like eyes settled on the cricket in front of the window and the strong urge to smack the creature until it was as flat as a sheet of paper overwhelmed me.

"What is it you want?" I grumbled.

"I want you to say it with me." The cricket said, and I wrinkled my nose in abhorrence. Even in his cricket-shape the shrink still managed to give his therapy sessions.

There had been a time I had been willing to repeat his words – if he were far away to hear though- and a time when I had believed I indeed could dislike the taste of it. The tingle and flavor of magic had controlled my entire being the moment I had killed the former Dark One and I had been eager to keep this tingle to myself and increase it. I wanted to own more and more power and satiated two of my most eager lusts. I increased my powers, the thing the Dark One in me perversely longed for, and was on a quest to become good and find back my son, the old me longed for that latter. In the end my best laid plans failed and I had found myself back under the Dark One's control and battling his eagerness for dominance and power.

Perhaps that was why I wanted the princess so much. Power….

Back in the old days my first-born son, Baelfire, would have taken me by the wrist and have pleaded to let go of the 'defiling magic'. He could not love me for who I was and I started to believe I could not be loved like this too.

But Henry proved me wrong.

The boy relished the magic he had inherited and the tricks I would learn him. Had he been a good boy in Storybrooke, he was nothing more than a miniature Dark One in Fairy Tale land. He loved to feel the power surge through his body and despite him scowling when I squashed an insect who used to be a human being – he didn't like it just like Bae-, he would squeal in excitement if it was just an ordinary insect (or one of which he had not known its former origin. He would clap his hands and encourage me to create spells. I would entertain him in the evenings with my magic games and stimulated the use of his own powers. Then I would put him to bed with a story and visit my lovely wife.

Well, she wasn't my wife yet officially, but we had a child and joined together several times a day so that was marriage enough to me.

I smirked and focused on the insect by my side. Now why, again, shouldn't I smack him?

"You're wrong," a young voice said, startling both me and the cricket by my side, "We love magic, don't we, dad?" It was Henry who had appeared in the doorway, smiling broadly so his pointed teeth showed and his snake-like eyes gleamed. I let out a sigh.

"This seems to me to be a rather lost case." The cricket bemoaned. "I can't believe the two of you changed so much." The vile hopper turned to me. "You must see sense, Rumplestiltskin. You're hurting the princess."

"After all I've done for her I do deserve a reward." I merely replied to Jiminy. I could have sworn the creature frowned. Crickets should not be able to do that. I deliberately let my hand fall to the spot he was at, hard, but he managed to dodge it anyway. Pity.

"Be sensible. You were her friend back in Storybrooke, Rumplestiltskin. You helped her in the breaking of the curse."

"Which went wrong." I snarled at the cricket. "It didn't go as it should. We should have no magic, no evil, no fairies."

"And we have." Jiminy wisely continued as he propped up his umbrella. "You can't change that for now. Or well, you can but please give us all a break before you use another spell."

"Why should he? It has all been in vain." My son spoke up as he neared us. I looked at him in wonder but his face was turned to Jiminy.

"My father wanted to find back my brother." My face dropped. Bae. The boy was gone now. Dead. It hadn't truly been in vain, at least I came to know his fate.

"But now he has me and Emma. Why would he need another spell when he has a family who love him?" Henry's defense was crystal clear and very motivating, but still the cricket winced. Oh, could I not just dump him in a basket of water and see how he drowned? If I hadn't liked Archie so much I probably would have tried out this new urge minutes ago.

"Emma doesn't-" I cut off Hopper's words, "She does. She does love me." I barked at him. "Now go back to Snow, Charming and the others to inform them Emma is all right. And so is Henry. It won't take long before our dear princess will announce her devotion to me. Realize, dear cricket, that when we are officially wed I'll be your king and you will bow to me."

The insect shivered in anxiety and then bowed. "I realize this." He said, sulkily, then hopped away.

" Dad." Henry placed his hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off, suddenly not in the mood for any display of affection.

"I'm tired, son." I said, because I was. I was tired of my future-parents-in-law's meddling. I could not blame them for their worry but it was starting to be a pain to send their servants away time after time again. What I craved right now was comfort only Emma could give to me.

I pushed myself out of my seat and patted my son's back.

"I'll need to check on your mother." I whispered to him, and he gave a nod. "I understand."

I smiled at him and left. With quick strides I made my way to the tower's chamber which still functioned as the best prison imaginable for my lovely bride. She sat on the bench, heavily pregnant, and looked up at me with bright hopeful eyes. Ever since I got her out for dinner she'd been more and more complaint. She enjoyed our family meals and walks, and it seemed she came under my control more and more. My brainwashing was working perfectly.

I closed the door behind me and leant against it for a while. The magic automatically made it lock so she couldn't run past me and open it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I tried to steady my mind.

She sat up and leaned forward slightly. "What is troubling you, Master Rumplestiltskin?"

Oh Great Merlin, the pet names. How I loved to hear her being submissive. My cock instantly twitched inside my pants. Naughty girl.

I opened my eyes at her. "Your parents." She looked a little taken aback and I could see her fighting spirit flash shortly through her eyes, but it was gone almost instantly. There was still mischief in her, so I was aware. I realized I had to be careful with what I said.

She wisely remained silent and I stepped closer to touch a finger to her chest. Despite the fabric of her dress I trailed my finger down her chest and could see it sent a shiver down her spine. Then I pushed down the top of her dress and started to fondle her sensitive swollen breasts. I could see the veins on them as they were swollen, milk gathered there, preparing for the baby to come. I licked my lips and ignored her hiss. She tried to push me away but realized what she was doing and that there'd probably be some kind of punishment to her disobedience – and she was damn right about that, of course- so she quickly placed her hands at either side of her on the bench and closed her eyes.

"Princess, dearie dear, princess." I cooed as my fingers kneaded her skin like dough, harder and harder until she let out a gasp and started to moan in pain. I let go of her breasts and flicked my tongue past her nipples.

She surprised me by wrapping an arm around me and pushing my face between her breasts. As this was the first time she'd ever done such a thing out of herself I started to giggle uncontrollably and after a while realized to my shock that she was laughing too. I looked up at her and saw her flush in shame. Her giggling had been true, just like mine. She let go of me and I sat next to her on the bench.

"Emma, my lovely Emma." I mused. My hand stroked past the baby bump which was still covered by her dress. "You'll turn out just fine, princess."

She turned her head to face me and smiled. "I'll turn out just fine as your princess." The way she punctuated the words I understood she was trying to please me, but the old Storybrooke Emma was still there, trying to buy time until she could escape my clutches. I let out a sad sigh. Just when I thought she might start to appreciate me…

"Quite right." I teased her with my hand and she closed her eyes and trembled slightly. "Feels good, hmm?" I licked my lips and she moaned.

"Yes, Master, more please?"

I had trained her well, I heard. No doubt she had seen my intention already upon entering – it wasn't as if my pants knew how to hide my swollen member from sight. "Take me in your hand, dearie."

I didn't need to do anything. I just sat there as she reached for my pants, opened them and took my shaft in her hands. She then bent over best as she could and with her hands cupped my balls while her lips locked around my throbbing shaft. She started to suck and lick my cock until the veins were throbbing and the tip had gone incredibly purple. The chunks of gold on my cock must have made it quite a challenge to suck, but Emma was a fighter, a hero, a fiery spirited savior, and she knew just how to lock her lips around me and take me all in.

I curled my fingers in her hair and fisted her blonde strands hard while I let my hips buck against her. I kept her head in place as I forced myself deep down her throat with each thrust. She was choking now and then but kept sucking for my juices and I eagerly satisfied her lust for my sperm when I came with a cry.

No doubt she would have prayed for me to be done for a while and to have survived this encounter by merely using her lips, but she was wrong. I could see by the look in her eyes when I moved her up and away from my shaft that she was disappointed when I stuck my hand between her legs again and fondled the little bud of nerves fervently and rough. She gasped as her slick juices started to stream down my hand, which I licked after I pulled it away – a display I forced her to watch.

"You're ready now, Emma." I said as I fisted my cock with my hand to get all stiff and enter her again. She looked down at my moving hand in dismay and let out a sigh.

" What?" I irritably said. Usually I did not ask her opinion but somehow Jiminy's visit and Henry's words had brought me into a rather odd and unpredictable mood.

"Back in Storybrooke we could be friends." I halted. My hand froze midway around my cock. What did she just say?

"Back in Storvbrooke I had the thought, the idea, the illusion," She was searching for words and wiped a trace of my seamed from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand. I caught it and held it between us. "that I could trust you." She continued while she winced at my touch. "But you proved me wrong. Henry had said that you're evil, back then. When we had first met Henry had warned me that you were more dangerous than Regina." She let out a huffing smile, "How right he was."

Her eyes sought mine as I subconsciously rubbed my finger past the trace of my own seamed on the back of her hand. It stuck to my finger and I lifted it, letting go of her hand.

"But here, you're so different." Emma continued. "You're so mean and harsh. You play games with me, you force me, you hurt me." She placed a hand against my chest but resisted her touch and I gritted my teeth. I was not going to have her startle or distract me. I brought the finger with the seed to her lips.

"And you know what," she said, my princess sounded again like the sheriff from the Story town, "I am sick of it. I am tired of being locked up. If you want me to be your fuck toy, all right. I'll be it. If you want me to carry all your 'monsters' then fine. Back in my world they called kids monsters anyway. But please, give me back my old self. I want to be out there, I want to solve crimes, I want to walk around and carry a gun and shoot people… I don't know… criminals. Just allow me to live, Rumplestiltskin, and I'll have you be my king. Govern me."

She parted her lips and took in my finger, then licked it clean.

My free hand circled to her back as I pulled her close, and I whispered in her ear. "Who says I can't do all of that now?"

She mewled sadly and in this position I could feel the baby kick against me. Another giggle escaped me but she was already talking again.

"You have all the power you want, dearie." Oh good, she mimicked my endearments. I love it when she is bold like that, always will. It means I get to punish her again soon for some more outspoken behavior.

"I just could not bear the thought of our babies growing up with their mother locked up like a sex slave."

I paused and tried to catch my breath. She had made a good point.

My hand ran through her hair and I tusked her. "Emma, Emma, dearie. You haven't been talking so much to me in aaaaages."

She looked up at me but not sneeringly as I would have expected. She looked pleading. She was serious? Damn. She was serious.

"Henry is old enough to be manipulated, Master Rumplestiltskin. But the babies will grow to think this normal and I… I want them to think it is normal to be held by their mother and go for walks in the park."

I raised a brow and she corrected herself.

"Forest…..Please, Master Rumplestiltskin. I never had the chance to be a proper mother before. At least let me have it now."

She had strung a painful chord here and I bit the inside of my cheek. I had failed as a father once and now fully enjoyed my second chance. So far so good. I was depriving Emma of hers. I studied her through half-lidded eyes. The way she looked at me, flushed, the way she sat, and then I contemplated her behavior these past few months. She would not fight me upon my entrance to her prison cell. Dinner with the family went well. She would not struggle if I spontaneously fucked her during any time she was granted out of her tower chamber. Each day she would tell me how much she loved me and she would address me a her master, lover, her king and her ruler. Could I trust her in this?

"Will you promise not to ever leave me?" I asked her, suddenly sounding very childish but being earnest all the same.

Her eyes showed her bewilderment at my sudden change of voice and the way I intently stared into her eyes. "Yes." She said, no stammering there. "Yes, you made me promise that each day. Yes. A deal is a deal and not to be broken in Fairy Tale Land, is it? Yes."

"Then promise it." I commanded with a sneer.

"I'll promise not to ever leave you, Master Rumplestiltskin."

"Promise you'll love me, forever."

She swallowed and for a moment I feared she would not say it, but she did, and after she'd done so I pulled her into an embrace and just held her close to my chest for as long as suited me.

When I pulled away I smiled down at her. She was still looking up at me. Her eyes… so hopeful.

"All right, dearie. Let's have our little mother-princess brought to her room, hmm?" I helped her up and pulled at her dress until the top was back in place – making sure my hand would brush past her sensitive bosom so as to make her shiver.

I could see her swell in delight when I opened the door and let her carefully down the stone brick spiral staircase and down the tower. The room I appointed to her was coincidentally also mine and I explained to her what she could use and what she couldn't. I said to arrange her some more dresses – though she would not wear panties.. by the gods no. I needed to be able to fuck her senseless without too much fuss, and made sure she perfectly understood when she protested at this by driving her into the desk and penetrating her deeply. With my cum still trailing down her legs I guided her down to the parlor and the dining hall where Henry greeted us.

"Are you cured yet?" He asked Emma with a big smile and I grinned at him.

"Almost." Emma replied, to everyone's surprise, then hugged our son.

Henry's joy at feeling his mother – and more importantly the baby she carried within her- was something that made both her and me smile and when Henry left the room to go and play outside, I placed the last few charms on the house so Emma would not be able to elope.

I set to work on my straw and from the corners of my eyes watched how my princess made herself at home. She was enjoying the room, walking around eagerly and eating from the grapes on the table. Despite me being cautious, which she had well noticed, she didn't seem to be bothered by my constant glances at her. She let herself slouch in the most comfortable chair in the room.

"Will you teach me how to live in this world?" She asked me after she finished the bowl of grapes and cherries.

I stopped the wheel and grinned at her.

"My dear, I already have."

AU: Somehow this has become a popular story despite the M rating and theme. You perverts -Massive grin- Anyway, I am glad there are people who are enjoying this story. I would have ended it at chapter one originally xD But now I might feel motivated to write more. That is... if you people want it =) Otherwise I could have it end here... or perhaps one chapter more?

Dr. Temperance Brennan: I wonder if everything's going to end up perfect for her ever. What do you think? And in the series I believe the intent is that they will not return to a world of magic, ever. So this scenario would be very much impossible if Gold gets his way =)

7Seven7: Thank you. I think that is a very good suggestion. You can't leave someone you care about in the hands of someone so cruel, can you?

khan81: Well, only time can tell =) But perhaps Rumple dear is too dark to fully realize what is going on.

yuiop: I love your enthusiastic reviews.