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What's in a name?	By : jinna1979 Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Fairy Tales Views: 16599 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction,I do not own Rumpelstiltskin. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons,living or dead, is purely coincidental

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A/N: I was debating whether to cut this chapter in half... but I didn't know where I'd end up cutting it so I left it as a long chapter. I'm still not 100% sure how I feel about this story or where it's going. Guess I'll just have to see

By the next day, the King's plans to visit had already escaped Millicent's minds, and she was back on out the hillside, collecting herbs, despite the overcast skies and light drizzle. She had neglected to bring a parasol and knew her mother would be upset by the dirtiness of her dress, but the outdoors were irresistible to Millicent. Though the drizzle was light enough to seem like more of a thick mist than rain, Millicent's dress was soon soaked, so she found cover under the trees in the woods. Her dress clung uncomfortably to her skin, and she shivered from the chill it gave her. She knew the surrounding countryside like she knew the back of her hand, and she was aware that there was a small cave less than half a mile from where she stood. The sky remained iron gray and it seemed unlikely that the clouds would part anytime soon, and since she had no wish to return home and spin, she decided to head for the cave.

Rumpelstiltskin was aware of her from the moment she entered the woods. He watched her, though he remained invisible to her sight. The dampness darkened her coppery hair, and caused it to cling to her face, emphasizing the paleness of her skin. She looked unearthly, and more fey than mortal at that moment. It was almost as though she was born straight from the bosom of the earth, rather than from a mortal being. Moreover, her cotton dress was soaked, and it clung to her curves, emphasizing the flare of her hips, and drawing his eyes to her rounded bottom. To the fey, lust was a mutual sharing of pleasure and delight, but the lust he felt with her was tinged with the strange intensity of possession. It was a wholly unusual sensation to him. The notion of possession itself was absurd as if a squirrel were to claim to possess a tree, or if a river were to claim to possess the stones that lay beneath it's surface. The fey saw no need for possessions for the earth itself provided all they ever needed. Why then did he feel such a strong urge to possess her? It was more than a desire to take her as a changling to share with the fey community. He wished to have her all to himself.

He trailed her silently until they came to a mouth of a small cave, which she ducked into. Rumpelstiltskin was impervious to the cold and damp, but it was evident that Millicent was not, for he could see her tremoring ever so slightly. She found a flat rock to sit on, and plunked herself down, though the wetness of her clothing caused an uncomfortable squish beneath her. From the expression on her face, it seemed as though she were contemplating a dilemma. It was only a few seconds before her thoughts seem to clear, and she stood up in the small cave, and began to undo the laces of her dress. Rumpelstilskin's heart thudded in his chest, and he was immediately hard as he realized what she was intending to do. His breathing was ragged with desire as he watched her, but she seemed to struggle with the wet laces, and huffed in irritation. Acting more on instincts than thought, he silently moved towards her, and with his light fey movements, he gently aided her with touches so light that she was completely unaware.

Though his touches were light, his sigh of desire was not, and when Millicent felt the warm air brushing against her cheek, she knew she was not alone. Her senses were instantly on alert, and intuitively, she knew it was the dark haired man that was with her, though she could not see him. Heat suffused her cheeks and spread through her body, and the cold was suddenly forgotten. She halted her movements for half a second, but for reasons beyond her understanding, she did not want him to realize that she was aware of her presence. Trying to act as nonchalantly as possible, Millicent continued to loosen her laces, and then peel the wet fabric from her skin. The wet fabric left a clammy layer of damp on her skin and a trail of goose bumps in their wake. The goose bumps however, were not from the cold alone.

Millicent slowly shimmied out of her dress, and stepped out of the heaping damp pile of fabric on the cave floor. She carefully laid the dress out in a dry spot, though she knew it was unlikely that the dress would dry out in such damp weather. Though she was completely nude, there was no trace of self consciousness, for at some level, she felt that her nudity connected her to the earth. Rumpelstiltskin however, was hyperaware of every single fleeting second, and every slight movement that Millicent made, as well as the uncomfortable stiffness of his cock straining against the fabric of his tunic.

Rather than staying in the cave, Millicent impulsively decided to step out into the mist. She tilted her face up into the light drizzle and shivered in delight as her body was coated in a dewy wet layer. Rumpelstiltskin was completely enraptured by the sight, and followed her out. He came up behind her so that his body was inches from her own, but a part of him was afraid to touch her, as though physical contact with her ethereal existence would cause her to vanish. The moment seemed to stretch out for an eternity, and Millicent felt a tinge of uncertainty since the man had not yet revealed his presence to her. She pondered what she could do to claim his attention, not knowing that she already had it in full.

Erstwhile, Rumpelstiltskin warred with his own strange emotions. On one hand, lust was always freely satisfied amongst the faerie, but why was it that he hesitated with this mortal? He recognized on some level that if he involved himself with her, it would somehow change him forever, and it was the first time in his infinitely long existence that he was face to face with the abyss of the unknown. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted her, but to entwine his life with hers would be both a beginning and an end to all he knew. After all, the existence of the fey was one of innocence and light-heartedness, and the mortal world was one of passion, violence, greed and regrets. His mind was strangely both blank and yet filled with her, as though she were a beacon in the night. Whatever came to pass, he only knew that he needed her in his life.

Millicent stood poised, like a greek statue, waiting to be brought to life and Rumpelstiltskin's body seemed to move of it's own accord. He reached forward and traced a line of dew down the long length of of neck, and watched as the drop of water continued it's path down the arch of her backside. Though his touch was more delicate than a butterfly's wing, MIllicent felt it, and sighed with desire. The intense heat that infused her body was a striking contrast to the coolness of her skin. The heat seemed to center between her thighs, and she felt a wet quivering tension that made her ache for more.

"Please..." Millicent murmured, not knowing what it was she was asking for, and yet wanting it more than anything. Emboldened by her plea, Rumplestiltskin pulled the wet curtain of her hair from her back, and draped it over one shoulder. He leaned in, and laid a feather light kiss on her bare shoulder, creating a soft spot of warmth against the cold dew. Millicent leaned back ever so slightly, and as their bodies touched, it was as though she were lit in flames. She could feel the hard rod of his arousal against her back, but instead of frightening her, it increased the slick and aching heat between her legs. She wondered how she could even remain standing. His hands were at her waist, and although she could feel his gentle touch, she could not see him. He caressed the curve of her hips, leaving trails of warmth despite the trickle of water droplets that trailed down her legs. His lips continued their feathered kisses, along her shoulder and up the side of her neck.

"Please," Millicent murmured again, "Please let me see you." Remaining invisible, Rumpelstiltskin pretended not to hear, as he continued his exploration of her cool, dew covered skin. He kissed her once more on the neck before using his hot tongue to lap up a trail of water from behind her ear. Millicent moaned in pleasure as an exquisite shiver crept up her spine. As he did in her dream, Rumplestiltskin licked the curve of her ear, and nibbled lightly at her earlobes. His long elegant hands slid around her, tracing the soft rounded curve of her belly before moving to the undersides of her small but shapely breasts. With one hand Rumpelstiltskin lightly cupped her breast, causing a small cascade of droplets to fall from them. His fingers slowly swirled around her already stiff nipples, sending a shock of electric desire through her abdomen and between her legs. Teasingly, he blew a puff of warm air into her ear, and a tickled laugh escaped Millicent's lips.

"So beautiful," Rumplestiltskin whispered, before kissing her neck again. While one hand remained lovingly touching her breasts, his other hand moved downward, over the curve of her abdomen to cover the patch of copper curls down below. Millicent's breath hitched slightly in anticipation of what was to come. For all the freedom she had been given in her life, she was completely innocent in the ways of men, and she knew a startlingly small amount about her own body aside from it's day to day functions. She knew, however, that this was something she wanted more so than anything she had ever wanted before. Especially since she had never before been attracted to any man, despite frequent attempts at flirtation on their parts. There were times when she had wondered if perhaps there was something wrong with her, and listening to village girls as they giggled about their infatuations did nothing to help. The very fact that she now wanted this mysterious invisible man to fulfill her aching urges spoke volumes.

His fingers wove their way through through her thatch of curls, and parted the pink folds while a finger slipped between them to lightly caress her clit, wet from both the dewdrops, as well as her own slick desire. Millicent moaned in surprised and utter pleasure, her head tilting back. He continued to kiss and gently nip at her exposed neck, while his finger slid over her moistened clit, moving back and forth, and then in circular motions. Millicent writhed at his touch, both wanting more and yet feeling as though it was beyond what she could bear. If not for his other arm supporting some of her weight, she felt that she would surely collapse into a heap on the forest floor.

Rumpelstiltskin's fingers began a slow, downwards exploration, and while his thumb continued to rub and tease her clit, his other fingers started to seek a more secret place. As he slipped a finger into her hot, wet pussy, he came to a barrier and then froze in his movements. Millicent, sensing his hesitation asked him what was wrong. As though snapping out of a daze, Rumpelstiltskin renewed his movements, and the insistent stroking of her clit caused all thoughts to fly from Millicent's head. His finger had withdrawn from her depths however, and did not venture there again.

Millicent felt a tautness that began at her abdomen and stretched out through her limbs. There was a sense of a sensation building within her, an overwhelming force as Rumpelstiltskin's nimble fingers stroked insistently, picking up in agonizingly wonderful speed. Her back was arched, and she could feel his cock rubbing against it, but the feeling only increased her wild desire rather than frightening her. Suddenly, like a flare of sunlight peeking out from behind a cloud, an immense and overwhelming pleasure radiated through her body, from between her thighs, snaking up her abdomen, before causing a shower of sparks to burst within her mind. She cried out without a trace of self consciousness. Her vision seemed to go white for a moment, and she was vaguely aware of him supporting her weight, before her entire body seemed to go numb, and she collapsed into him. He picked her up gently, as though she weighed no more than flower petal, and he laid her upon a soft bed of moss by the cave entrance.

Though he tried to maintain his invisibility, his immense need for her weakened him, and she could see him flickering in and out of existence. He caught her dark and sated gaze, as she looked directly at him, and he started in surprise.

"You can see me," he stated, and she nodded with a tired smile. The drizzling mist had lightened, and although the ground was damp, Millicent was warm. Unable to fight the tiredness she felt, she fell into a contented sleep, with a small smile curving at her lips. Rumpelstiltskin brushed the hair lightly from her face, and kissed her damp forehead. Using his faerie abilities, he was able to clothe her without waking her, as she lay upon the moss.

"I must leave you now," he told her softly, though she was not awake to hear him. Laying another kiss upon her, this time next to her lips, he parted with a sigh, fighting both his intense lust for her, while simultaneously considering his dilemma.
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