"I want to try brewing this potion," Belle said during their usual afternoon in the laboratory. She held a book open, pointing at the mentioned concoction with her finger. Rumpelstiltskin threw a quick glance at the page. It was a blood-replenishing mix, nothing complicated but troublesome due to the necessity to prepare it only during the rising moon and it had to be left to set for three days. Apparently, it could not be made in a rush or in case the emergency presented itself. It was a good potion to have in store although he could not imagine why Belle would ever need it – he could fix any injury before the help of the brew would be required.
"And why exactly do you want to do it?" Rumpelstiltskin drawled, glancing over the description of the potion on the page. The instructions were accurate enough, but the book was full of superstitious nonsense. "You are aware of the fact, my sweet, that this particular book requires the maker to be stark naked when preparing it? Perhaps, it is the reason you picked it," he sneered.
Belle cocked her head, studying him. "Do I really have to be naked for it?"
"As an interested party, I cannot give an honest answer to that question. But, if you do decide to undress, I will not mind."
Belle sniggered at that and Rumpelstiltskin himself could not suppress a smile.
"I picked it, because tutsan and white dead-nettle are among the main ingredients, and I spotted some growing along the castle wall," she explained patiently. "And it's convenient that a couple days ago was the new moon, so…"
"Alright, do as you please; you know where the rest of ingredients are." He could leave her to safely prepare the potion herself; in case something went wrong, only the least valuable part of his storage supplies would be wasted and none of the components could cause the concoction to explode or turn into acid. "Is my assistance needed?"
"So the feared Dark One will assist his apprentice in brewing?" Belle teased and he rolled his eyes at her. Truly, being in his company had rubbed off on her.
She went to the storage area and re-appeared in the lab, carrying several jars and placed them on the table with care. Belle checked the list of ingredients.
"Rumpelstiltskin," the girl called. "Where can I find… beetle wings?" she wrinkled her nose at the unpleasant component.
"Oh, I left it on the shelf over there. Do you want me to get it?"
"No, I'll do it." Belle dragged a small stool over to the wall to reach the shelves better. Rumpelstiltskin just had a feeling it would result in a disaster, while he could simply summon the required jar. He hurried to the girl, and sure enough, when she tiptoed on the edge of the stool, reaching up to grab the beetles off the shelf, the stool reeled, throwing her off balance. She knocked a few jars off, sending them flying down and shattering into fine, tiny shards of glass. Rumpelstiltskin darted to her side just in time to catch her under her arms before she landed onto the floor. Belle's body felt limp, supported only by his strength.
"I'm so clumsy," she said apologizing, looking up and him and giving the man a tiny smile. Her expression morphed into a painful one when she tried to stand on her feet. "I think I sprained my ankle."
Scooping her up effortlessly, Rumpelstiltskin carried her to the table, propped her up on it and kicked the damned stool closer so he could sit on it.
"Let's see," he offered calmly, carefully slipping the shoes off her feet. "Which one is it?"
"The left one," Belle replied and sucked the air in sharply when he raised her left foot and placed it into his lap.
"I won't hurt you," he promised, "but I need to have a better look." With that, he unceremoniously raised her skirts up, reaching to unclasp the fastening of her garter belt and rolled the thin white stocking down her leg. There was nothing sexual or playful in it, his movements being precise and business-like. Her ankle looked ordinary with no swelling or redness showing yet. Rumpelstiltskin closed his hands around it, barely applying any pressure, and Belle felt a rush of warmth pooling in her leg as his magic healed her.
"Does it still hurt?" He slowly rotated her foot this and that way, making sure there was no other damage and that she'd be able to walk normally. The girl bit down on her lip, bracing herself up for the pain, but there was none.
"No, it doesn't," she sounded half-surprised, even after all the books she read on magic, she still could be amazed by displays of it. "Thank you."
The man didn't reply, but his hands didn't release her foot, rubbing it between his palms. The touch was gentle yet firm and it felt unexpectedly pleasant. He looked up, meeting her eyes as his hands travelled higher, stroking her ankle and calf. Belle was suddenly aware that she was quite exposed, but she made no move to pull her skirt down and cover herself. He did not touch her above her knee, but her breathing had already become quicker and more shallow with anticipation, the familiar heat of the desire pooling in her lower belly.
His hands kept massaging her calf, his thumbs moving in lazy circles, rubbing and soothing the flesh and Belle couldn't help squirming on the table. He clenched his fingers into a fist and rolled it on the arch on her foot firmly, smirking smugly at her sighs of pleasure. She felt his warm lips on her knee and moving up her hip, as he let go of her left foot, placing it back onto his crotch against his growing hardness and reached for her right leg, repeating the same thing to her still stocking-clad foot.
He did not seem to be in a rush despite his cock being semi-hard and straining against the leather of his pants. Belle wriggled the toes of her left foot against the bulge and giggled as he swallowed noisily.
"May I?" Rumpelstiltskin asked, looking up at her and the girl nodded. She wasn't sure what exactly he was asking permission for, but she trusted him completely. His hands slid along her thigh, pulling her skirt up higher. His fingertips danced over the top of her stocking, where the soft fabric met the skin. She could almost feel his appreciative gaze on her, as if looking was yet another caress. He did not remove the piece of clothing right away, choosing to hook his fingers under the rim of it after he freed it from the garter. Belle gasped as he kissed her thigh just on top of the stocking. Rumpelstiltskin rolled the stocking down a little, kissing the exposed skin as his lips made their way down her leg. By the time he reached her ankle, he had Belle whimpering above him, hot and impatient to be touched elsewhere, parting her thighs slightly but he ignored it. Slipping the stocking off and tossing it onto the floor, Rumpelstiltskin kissed down the top of her foot and to her toes. With one hand wrapped around her foot, he raised it higher and before Belle could realize what he was doing, his mouth closed around her big toe. She gasped and tried to snatch her foot back, but he held her firmly.
His tongue circled around the pad of her toe and he sucked on it gently. It was wrong, gods, he was all but worshipping her, kissing her legs and feet. Belle meant to tell him to stop but she couldn't hold back a moan, the silky wetness of his mouth strangely exciting. It wasn't as intense as when he used his mouth on her breasts, but the sensation still made her shiver with pleasure. His wicked tongue licked between her toes, making the girl squirm, she both wanted that weird caress to stop and to continue. Rumpelstiltskin seemed to be quite content with what he was doing, groaning as he sucked on each of her toes and bit down on them gently.
He moved his mouth higher along her leg, the kisses now followed by his tongue, drawing patterns of her skin and blowing warm air on the wet trails he left. His hands pushed her legs further aside, stroking along her hip joints as he nibbled on her inner thighs. Belle made a frustrated little noise when he stopped and looked at her, his eyes darker than usual.
"I… I want to try something, darling," his voice was rasp with the worry creeping in it. "I want to use my mouth on you, to please you, if you'll let me".
Belle frowned at that, puzzled by his choice of words. Of course he pleased her with his mouth, when he kissed her but he never asked if he could do it before. Then it dawned on her. Oh. With him sitting between her legs, he wasn't asking for permission to kiss her lips, he was talking about kissing her there. The idea seemed insane, why would he want to use his mouth on her down there, that was…obscene. Belle felt quite vulnerable as they were, her so exposed in the broad daylight. But he was always so unsure of himself, as if he still thought she might push him back when he tried to touch her. He seldom asked anything of her and he certainly would never plead to do something if he knew she'd not enjoy it. If he wanted to do this indecent act, she'd bear it. Rumpelstiltskin was looking at her expectantly, already regretting he had suggested it but his face lit up at her reassuring nod.
His fingers stroked her through the cotton of her knickers and he growled in appreciation, finding that her wetness soaked into the fabric. Belle moaned as he teased her through her underwear, the pressure and the rough texture of the fabric making her body respond in the most delicious way. His fingers hooked in the crotch of her panties, pushing them aside and out of the way. And then his face was there and Belle tensed up, not sure if she was comfortable enough with the idea. His breath ghosted over her nether lips, making her tingle and ache and then his lips pressed against her mound lightly. It was unusual but not unpleasant and she closed her eyes, too shy to keep looking at him.
Belle jerked with surprise as the tip of his tongue flicked across her folds, the sensation strong and tense. She couldn't decide whether she liked it or not. His tongue repeated the movement, spreading her lower lips, licking between them and this time she moaned. It was definitely… she struggled to find the word to describe it; the feel of his soft tongue stroking and exploring between her legs was beyond incredible. It was sending sparks through her body, melting her and making her toes curl up. Belle spread her thighs wider apart, feeling that if he stopped touching her now, she'd break.
Her moans seemed to encourage him, his licks becoming more confident as his thumb was pressed at her entrance. It was hard to tell where his tongue was on her or whether those were his fingers. Her entire sex was kissed and touched, slippery with a mixture of her juices and his saliva. She cried out as his lips closed around her clit, sucking on it lightly as his tongue repeatedly stroked along its side. Belle's fingers slipped into his hair almost involuntarily, keeping him in place as the intensity of her pleasure built up rapidly. She was so close, the sensation too exquisite, the need to cum too strong to fight. She screamed as the pleasure rocked her, sudden and mind-blowing, as Rumpelstiltskin kept lapping at her even after her body stopped shaking almost to the point where his licks were too much for her to stand. The climax left her devastated, she didn't know if she wanted to sob with relief or to laugh. Belle felt weak and at the same more alive than ever.
She tugged at his hair, making him stand up and she crushed her lips against his. She was sure she'd never find the right words to express her gratitude for the immense pleasure he'd given her but she hoped the kiss could convey some of her emotions. There was a trace of her taste on his tongue – salty, musky and sharp, but not entirely revolting. If he didn't mind it, she could get used to it as well. Rumpelstiltskin's hands wrapped around her tightly and she was lost in the kiss until his hardness along her inner thigh reminded her that the man did not get his release. Making a mental note to be more considerate in the future, Belle reached down to cup the length of his member through his breeches, giving it a promising squeeze before her hands began working on the lacings. Still not breaking the kiss, she reached inside his pants, her palm clasping around his cock and freeing it from the leather constraints. Belle didn't bother with any teasing touches and guided it straight to her entrance, wriggling her hips to line up their bodies better.
Rumpelstiltskin pressed forward, sliding in with a groan as her inner walls, tighter after her orgasm, resisted the entry. He did not pause to let her adjust, as he used to do before; instead, he began thrusting, cupping her buttocks and pushing her closer to the edge of the table. She wrapped her hands around his neck for balance, crossing her ankles behind his back. Normally (well, as far as she could judge from the previous several times they did it), he was always considerate and gentle, penetrating her slowly and keeping the pace moderate for a while. But today there was something else in his movements; they were hard and merciless, needy and desperate as he rammed his cock inside her. The burning hunger in his gaze and the erratic movement seemed only to excite her more; there wasn't enough pressure on her clitoris to make her cum the second time, but just knowing that it was her that made him lose his usual concentration was all the pleasure she wanted. He gritted his teeth, making small groans as he pushed inside her, not breaking his gaze as if her eyes were the only thing that kept him grounded.
His chest was heaving and Belle knew he wouldn't last; his cock was incredibly hard inside her, his movements jerky and purposeful. He kept his eyes open, looking at her as he buried himself inside her deeply, his hot seed splashing inside, adding to the wetness that had already been there.
Rumpelstiltskin bent down and kissed her, the brush of his lips against hers surprisingly light after the intense coupling. He pulled out of her reluctantly, cleaning them up and straightening their clothes with a wave of his hand. Belle felt too exhausted to attempt to do anything. She patted the spot on the table next to her and Rumpelstiltskin sat on it, following her invitation. She rested her head on his shoulder and he curled his hand around her waist, drawing her closer.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, "I shouldn't have been so rough with you."
Belle swatted his hip, her hand making an unexpectedly loud smacking noise against the leather breeches. "You will be sorry if you never do that again," she promised.
"You won't break me, Rumpelstiltskin," she added seriously, her fingers toying with the cords of his shirt. "I really liked how you… what you did. With your mouth. I only wish I were able to satisfy you as well as you do me."
"Darling, you please me more than you know," the man confessed, kissing the top of her head. "More than I could ever deserve."