Belle breathed evenly, sleeping in the sun-soaked room, curled next to Emma. The brunette stretched, stirring and waking.
"Hi," the blonde whispered, hesitant, "Um, don't freak out, but there's someone here who wants to see you."
Belle felt the Dark Curse's arm wrap around her middle. She gasped, turning, rolling to see-
"Rumple!" her hands reached up, touching his hair, her sleepy mind craving a kiss.
Emma felt a surge of jealousy. Her arms reached out, around Belle, drawing her away from he who was not Rumpelstiltskin.
"How?" Belle asked, "You're not him! Rumpelstiltskin is in Storybrooke! You- I- Emma- !"
Belle pushed out of the bed, launching herself to the other side of the room. Both the Dark One and the Curse followed, Emma sitting on the end of the bed, the Curse circling Belle.
"The voices in your head, they're him?" asked Belle, looking at the imp.
"Correct as usual, my beauty," the imp said.
"Belle," Emma nervously twisted her hands in the sheets, "If we're making you uncomfortable-"
When she trailed off, the Dark Curse took over. He came up behind Belle and wrapped his hands around her waist.
"It's just that she wants you so badly," he whispered, causing Belle to shiver, "As do I. We could give you pleasure beyond imagination. Come back to bed, and let us show you."
Emma extended a hand, "Belle, please,"
The brunette moved forward, slowly, taking Emma's hand as the blonde stood to meet her. Rumpelstiltskin was close behind her, hands once again tracing her body as Emma bent to kiss her. The kiss was tender and careful, as Emma savored Belle's taste.
The imp's fingers worked quickly, untying the fastenings of Belle nightdress causing it to fall, pooling at her ankles.
"You want this, don't you?" Rumpelstiltskin whispered, kissing her throat, hands cupping her breasts, "You want us to please you."
Emma's hands were on Belle's hips, pulling down her underwear, then slipping a hand between her legs. Running a single digit across Belle's already slick folds, Belle grabbed Emma's shoulders for support.
"Yes, please, please please, I need you both," whimpered the smaller woman.
Instantly she was on the bed, her head in the Curse's lap, her legs spread wide for Emma. The imp touched her cheek, the other claw caressing her breast. Emma, meanwhile, ducked her head, kissing her way across Belle's stomach.
"How many times do you think we can make our beauty come tonight?" trilled the Dark Curse, and Emma smiled.
"Four maybe? Five?" she replied, and Belle trembled with anticipation.
Lowering her head again, Emma kissed breast Rumpelstiltskin was not fondling. Impatiently, Belle reached between her legs to touch herself, but Emma grabbed her wrist.
"Not yet," she grinned as Rumpelstiltskin took both of Belle's hands to hold her still.
Belle whimpered, needy, and spread her legs wider. As the Dark Curse held Belle still, Emma spread her slick folds then carefully kissed her clit. Belle moaned, chest heaving as she breathed. The blonde lightly kissed her pink lower lips.
As the brunette sighed with pleasure, Emma continued her kisses, tongue flicking out to caress her clit. She sucked, teeth and tongue drawing little noises that both Emma and Rumpelstiltskin enjoyed.
"Emma, Emma, please," Belle begged, eyes flicking from the Dark Curse to the Dark One. Emma held her full focus and it felt so good.
"Mmmm, it's lovely when she begs," the Curse smiled.
Emma ducked her head again, lapping at Belle's folds, letting her tongue slip inside of her as the begs increased. Belle bucked, gasping as an orgasm flooded through her.
In the haze, Emma sat back and the imp said, "Now fuck her with your fingers."
Emma's smile was wicked as she slid two digits inside Belle's sex. She used her thumb to circle her still sensitive clit. Belle tried to close her legs, but with her other hand, Emma held them open with magic. Roughly, the Dark One continued pumping her fingers in and out of Belle, soon adding a third digit.
Belle writhed. The Dark Curse giggled, petting her chestnut hair as Emma arched her fingers, using magic to bring her over the edge, and second orgasm washing through the brunette.
Suddenly, Belle on laying on her stomach. Emma was naked, sitting where Rumpelstiltskin had been, with her legs open wide. The Dark One's hands were twisted in Belle's hair, pulling her to Emma's sex, already dripping with want. Belle kissed her folds obediently.
The Dark Curse was behind Belle, lifting her hips so her ass was in the air. Two clawed fingers circled her clit, collecting moister as he caressed her.
Belle moaned in time with Emma. But the blonde's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her close to suck at her clit again.
The Curse slid a finger into Belle's throbbing sex, not pumping, but curling it to massage her g spot. She trembled as her third orgasm built.
Emma, meanwhile, was gasping Belle's name as she hit her climax. She temporarily let go of Belle's hair, body tingling.
The imp sent a pulse of magic threw Belle's body, pushing her over the edge. With a cry of pleasure, Belle came again, clenching around his fingers.
Although she was shaking, Belle felt herself rolled onto her back again, Emma curled beside her. The blonde nuzzled her throat, trailing kisses along Belle's jaw and shoulder as the Dark Curse spread her legs again.
He was not gentle. With a rough trust, he filled her with his cock. Belle moaned as the scaled imp pounded into like an animal. Belle came apart again, screaming, but enjoying every second. Thoroughly satisfied, she slipped into a sated sleep.
Across the room, Emma Swan watched as Belle had writhed on the bed, moaning and gasping her name as she dreamed. The Dark Curse hovered near by, gleeful.
"Oh this is an excellent dream," he trilled, "Our little beauty will be quite wanton and horny when she wakes."
"So this dream will work? It'll make her-" Emma swallowed, "Want us?"
"She already wants us," the Rumpelstiltskin vision replied, "This little dream just brings those desires to the surface."
Emma licked her lips as Belle quieted, dream subsiding. Both Curse and host watched the woman sleep.