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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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In the land of the fey, it was considered a grievous crime to take the maidenhead of a mortal woman. Just as a bee did not partake of the nectar of an unopened flower bud, they faerie did not touch human virgins. It was a law established when the world was young, and the faerie and mankind were still trying to find a way to live in harmony. After all, the fey did not have such a thing as virgins, for they sprung from the earth as they were, and did not age. It was the transient nature of mankind that made them cherish their womenfolk, and the purity that they were born with.
As Rumpelstiltskin ruminated, he tried to recall any instances in which this law had been broken. There was never anyone he knew who had stolen a mortal's maidenhead, however, there had always been rumours and legends of fey folk who had done so, only to be turned into ghouls and wraiths, cast out of the land of the faerie and forced to wander the world of mankind for a lonely eternity. Whether it was true or not, Rumpelstitskin did not know, but never had he been so tempted to find out. The only alternative would be to take her as a changling, and thus, she would become one of the fey, but as a result, she would never be able to return to her family nor visit the world of mankind ever again. Moreover, as one of the fey, others would want to partake in her carnal beauty. The very notion of sharing her left the strangest sensation of nausea in his mind and gut, which he never would have been able to identify as jealousy, having never experienced the feeling before. Uncomfortable with the feeling, he tried to think of something else.

His erection still had not subsided, and though there were many faerie who would be more than delighted to take care of his needs, he wished to be left alone. Leaning against a tree, he ran his fingers through his messy hair, and thought, as he always seemed to do, of Millicent. He could picture her clearly in his mind - the way her wet hair clung in strands to her body, or the darkness and desirous depths of her eyes as she looked at him. He loved her slightly pear shaped body, and the way her hips made her waist seem so dainty. Without a pause in his mental fantasy, he reached down and began to stroke his cock, recalling her slick and hot wetness for him. His fingers seem to tingle as he remembered the soft roundness of her small belly, and the slippery folds between her legs. He groaned in pleasure and need, knowing it would not be long. All he had to do was remember the way she had cried out, and as that memory echoed through his mind, he came. With a depleted sigh, he sat at the base of the tree and waited for his racing heartbeat to slow.

Millicent, erstwhile, awoke a few hours later to find herself dressed and alone. The drizzling had stopped entirely, and she was surprisingly dry, but they skies remained heavy and overcast. She could sense that the presence of the young man was gone, but the memory of what had passed warmed her. She smiled giddily to herself as she recalled the details of what had happened, and her only regret was that she did not have a chance to explore his body. That and she still did not even know his name, or where he was from. Wondering what time it was, she realized that she needed to return home.

She stood up and brushed her dress with her hands, though it's previous dampness had left the dirt far too ingrained in the fibers. It was hopelessly dirtied, and since there was little she could do about it, she started to make her way home, hoping that by the time she returned, it would be dark enough that her mother would not notice.

Luck was not with Millicent when she arrived at her home. She was later than usual, and both her parents were immensely concerned about her. Upon seeing her dress, Millicent's mother flew into a frenzy, for although the family was hardly impoverished, they were not wealthy either, and the well made fabric of the dress was far from easy to clean. She was sent to bed after a long lecture about her carelessness, although most of it consisted of her mother berating her, and her father excusing her.

The next day, Millicent woke up with a sense of anticipation, but when she looked out the window of her room, she was dismayed to see that it was pouring rain. She wanted more than anything to venture out to the woods in search of the young man, but instead, she had to suffer a long, monotonous day of spinning at the spinning wheel.

Her mother seemed particularly smug every time she glaced over at Millicent working away, but perhaps it was simply Millicent's imagination, and lack of desire to be where she was. Unfortunately for her, the next day was similarly rainy, as was the day after that. By the fifth straight day of rain, Millicent felt ready to start pulling her hair out in madness. Even prior to having met to dark haired young man, rainy days made Millicent feel trapped within her home, and now that she was burning with impatience to see him again, the feeling was immensely worse.

Rumpelstiltskin however, had needed the time to himself to think about the situation he was in. He could not imagine choosing the world of men rather than the world of the faerie, but neither could he drag Millicent away from her home as a Changeling. He realized that although he had known her from since the day she was born, neither of them had truly spoken to one another, despite the intimacy of their encounter. Conversations between the fey were more like light hearted flirtations, rather than serious talks, and he felt a certain degree of trepidation about speaking to her. Still, the notion of being close to her, and knowing her on a deeper level resonated with something deep within him.

The rain showed no signs of relenting but it was something that didn't bother Rumpelstiltskin in the slightest. In fact, the cool wet droplets of water now excited him in a way that it never had in the past, and he grinned to himself at the memories. It was nearly dusk and close to the time that the faerie usually went about to make their mischief. He felt that he had been remiss in his duties. After spending so many days brooding by himself, he took a renewed sense of enjoyment in causing little troubles for mortals. He wasn't entirely sure why it was so much fun to stir up humans, but he thought it had something to do with how the transient nature of their lives made them so worked up about small little things. It was like a game more than anything else. When he came to the miller's house, the sun had already been down for a few hours, and he could feel his heart speeding up in excitement. He was not planning to disrupt Millicent in her sleep, but it made him happy to think that he would at least be seeing her.
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