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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: Okay, I'm finally getting a sense of where I want to go with this story... I'm super thrilled about my one review so far :D ... anyhow, this chapter is pretty lemony, but the next one will get the story back on track. So far, I don't think this will turn out to be a very short story

After creating a terrible tangle of the miller and his wife's hair, Rumpelstiltskin snuck silently towards Millicent's room. His cock was already stiff at just the thought of her, but he promised himself he would leave her be, except maybe he would curl just one stray lock of hair, or two. However, rather than hearing the soft deep breathing of sleep, he heard whimpering instead. Worried that she might be in pain, or at least suffering a nightmare, he slipped silently into her room. The moonlight shone through the bedroom window, illuminating her bed clearly, but even without it, he would have been able to see, as clear as day, Millicent's naked body writhing on her bed, with her hands between her legs. Her fingers were moving frantically, one hand holding her folds wide apart while the other stroked and circled her clit. She whimpered the words "please" over and over again, while her back arched off the bed.

Rumpelstiltskin's first instinct was to jump into her bed and ravish her out of her wits, but by some extreme exertion of will, he held himself back. After all, he was not too sure he was ready to become a wandering ghoulish wraith just yet. He could see her bringing herself closer and closer to completion, and there was a sheen of sweat covering her milky white skin. Her soft cries were becoming more and more frantic, and he edged closer to her, almost able to feel the heat radiating off her body.

"Please," Millicent begged, as she stroked and circled her fingers, "Please.... please... show yourself, please!!" Rumpelstiltskin's heart seemed to freeze in his chest. Did she truly sense his presence? Or was she only engaging in a fantasy? But then, if she was engaging in a fantasy, did she imagine herself with him? His body shook with the will it took not to touch her. His teeth were clenched, as he forced himself to breath evenly. He had made the resolution to talk to her, but he had no idea that she would make it so temptingly difficult for him.

Millicent, erstwhile, knew she was close to orgasm, but she held off. Though she had been experimenting with her body and pleasuring herself the past few nights, she sensed something different this night; something more. Her mother always complained that Millicent had no shame, but Millicent was too clever by far to see the point in having any shame. However, she was woefully aware of her general sexual ignorance, and she had no idea of what she could do to make herself seem more enticing. She wasn't afraid to experiment however - especially if it brought her what she wanted. It seemed unfortunate that the dark haired man couldn't simply reveal himself, so that she could get to know him like a normal person, but she supposed that nothing about him was normal anyhow. She felt she needed to take matters into her own hands.

Leaving one hand to stimulate her clit, she slid the other hand slowly up her body, leaving a shining trail of wetness as her fingers traced her skin. She lightly grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it, not bothering to muffle the moan that escaped her lips.

"Touch me," she said breathily. "I know you want to touch me." Her eyes were half closed, but she looked in the direction where she sensed the presence. She let her fingers trail over her nipples, squeezing one between her fingers, and then caressing it back and forth. Millicent did not know why, but the wantonness of her behavior thrilled her, and the knowledge of being watched made her wetter than ever before. Thank goodness her mother wasn't here to witness this, or she would have an apoplectic fit.

Rumpelstiltskin's numerous reasons for leaving her alone fell away from his mind at her pleading invitation. He exhaled heavily, not even aware that he had been holding his breath. He sat down on the edge of the bed, next to her writhing form, and Millicent was dimly aware that he did not even leave an indentation on the sheets. His invisibility had fallen away, but the moonlight illuminated him clearly, and she could not help gasping at his lithe beauty, despite having seen him before. His eyes were deep set, dark and focused, glimmering like orbs from behind his inky dark hair. His nose was straight, and his face was narrow, though the lines of his face were soft as opposed to harsh. He looked more boyish than manly, aside from the intense expression on his face. Rather than touching her body, he leaned over her, and stroked her cheek, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

"Beautiful temptress," he murmured, before leaning in to kiss her lips with the softest of kisses. Though the kiss was entirely chaste, Millicent felt as though all her innards were melting into a puddle of mush. He kissed her the way a prince would kiss a cursed sleeping princess - it was a kiss that spoke more of love than of lust, and her mind spun in ecstatic wonder and confusion.

"Call me Millicent," she replied to him, wanting to hear her name on his lips. He smiled, a slow lazy smile, though his eyes seem to smother like burning embers.

"Millicent..." he said, as he leaned in to kiss her again, still softly, but with a bit more insistence. Ever so gradually, he deepened the kiss, first, gently suckling her lower lip, before slipping his tongue into her mouth. Millicent was startled by this new development. She had no idea kissing could be so intoxicating. Bold by nature, Millicent's tongue encircled his own, teasing and stroking in a dance of hot, wet seduction. He tasted like a heady mix of earth, wind and rain; utterly elemental. She wrapped her arms around him, forgetting about self-pleasure, desperately wanting to hold him closer. Running her fingers through his messy hair, she was surprised to feel that it was silky soft. Softer than her own hair, in fact, and so beautifully rich and dark. Rumpelstiltskin's hand slowly swept down her body, cupping her breasts, and grazing over her nipples, which hardened at his touch.

Breaking the passionate kiss, Rumpelstiltskin edged downwards, kissing the side of her lips, her neck, and then tracing her collarbone with his tongue. With one hand still gently kneading and stroking one breast, he licked playfully at the other one, causing Millicent to whimper in delight.

"Tell me your name," she pleaded, wanting something to call out in her passion. He suckled her nipple before blowing a cool puff of air on the moistened skin.

"Names have power," he replied with a playful smile, "Especially to the fey." He nipped at her nipple playfully, and she squealed out in pain and pleasure. Switching to her other breast, he gave it the same sensual attention that he did the first one, licking, sucking and nipping. Meanwhile, his hands were edging further downwards, over the curve of her belly, and to the thatch of curls below. Millicent wriggled in anticipation, knowing this time what was to come.

"Can I try to guess?" Millicent asked, "Your name, that is." Rumpelstiltskin gave her breasts a final through suckle, before answering.

"Guess," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement, before letting his tongue trail a wet path down her abdomen.

"Is it Sam?" she asked, since Sam was the most common name in the nearby village. Rumpulstiltskin shook his head, and then dipped his tongue in her belly button, causing her to giggle and try and swat his head away.

"What about Rupert? No? Jemmy?" She continued, "Hmm... Charlie? Josiah?" Rumpelstiltskin laughed, and she could feel the rumbling vibration though her skin, causing a shiver of delight. His tongue was getting awfully close to that juncture between her legs, and her guessing stopped for a moment as she wondered if he truly would let his tongue venture there.

"Surely you aren't going to.... " Millicent started, but before she could finish her sentence, his deft fingers had parted her folds, and he ever so slowly ran his tongue over her sensitive clit. Millicent's sentence ended with a moan of pleasure, and she threw her head back, unable to believe the wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Oooh... Christof?" she half moaned and asked, "Edwinnnn? Mmmmm.... Milton? Gillllbert? Roscooooooohhhhh..." Rumpelstiltskin was laughing again, despite his languorous strokes of his tongue, and the feeling of vibration so near her clit sent her reeling over the edge. Her body went taut as the orgasm ripped through her, rippling through her limbs and setting off a tingling sensation through all her nerve endings. Her mind went a blissful white, and she cried out incoherently, her fingers digging into the sheets of her bed. When she returned to her senses, she looked downwards to see him watching her intently, passion burning in his eyes.

"Is it your turn now?" she asked, a seductive smile tugging at her lips. Rumpelstiltskin returned her smile with a sweet and gentle one.

"You don't have to," he said, "It pleases me to please you."

"But I want to," Millicent replied. "I really, really want to." Millicent's wish wasn't entirely selfless of course. She had never seen a man in undress, and with a mind as intelligent as hers, her curiosity was often insatiable. Rumpelstiltskin searched her face for a moment, as though looking for the answer in her eyes, and finally, he stood, and removed his tunic and leggings.

Millicent's eyes were immediately drawn to his long and erect cock, and she could feel her heartbeat speeding up in excitement. Her gaze swept over the rest of his lean, and lightly muscled body appreciatively.

"Can I..." Millicent started, her hand reaching out, and gesturing towards his cock. Rumpelstiltskin nodded, and as her warm fingers lightly grazed his length, he shuddered in desire. Ever so lightly, she wrapped her small hands around his cock, amazed at it's width and softness.

"It won't break," he said with amusement, as he watched her fascinated gaze fixated upon his length.

"Will you lie on the bed?" Millicent asked him. "The lighting is better over here." Rumpelstiltskin laughed at her practical explanation, and obliged her, climbing onto the bed next to her so that the moonlight shone directly upon his body. Once he was settled, Millicent once again had her hands around his cock, carefully stroking the tip with one hand while the other grasped the base. She increased the pressure of her grip, and upon ascertaining that she had not injured him, she began to stroke up and down his length. Rumpelstiltskin groaned in pleasure, and Millicent grinned in innocent delight. It gave her a thrilling sense of power to know that she could please him.

"Can I taste you, as you tasted me?" Millicent inquired, still utterly captivated by the novelty of his cock.

"I don't know if I can hold myself back from coming," Rumpelstiltskin replied, amazed that he was still even able to speak, considering the circumstances.

"Coming..." Millicent said, "Hmm... is that what it's called..." She seemed to be speaking more to herself than to him, and her eyes were still fixated on his cock. Leaning inwards, she stuck out her tongue, and gave it a lick, as though it were a piece of candy. It was warm and mildly salty, but Millicent was at a loss of what to do. His male parts were nothing like hers, and she silently cursed her own ignorance. As though aware of her confusion, Rumpelstiltskin suggested that she try putting it in her mouth, though she would have to be careful with her teeth, of course.

Inspired by the notion, Millicent positioned herself closer to him, and took the tip of his cock into her hot mouth. It was a little large, but the tip fit rather nicely, and remembering her kiss from earlier, she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. Rumpelstiltskin threw his head back and moaned, muttering that she would be the death of him. Millicent felt as pleased as a cat at it's cream. Wondering if she could fit more than the tip in her mouth, she lowered head deeper on his shaft. Unable to fit the entire length, she kept one hand at the base of his cock. She was slightly embarrassed by the way her saliva was sliding out her mouth, down towards her hands, but Rumpelstiltskin seemed to enjoy the extra moisture, and her saliva made it easier to slide her hands smoothly around his cock. In fact, the more moisture there was, the more he seemed to react to her ministrations.

"I'm coming," Rumpelstiltskin said in strained voice, his hand resting on her hair encouragingly. She took that as a good sign, and was completely surprised when a hot, creamy liquid spurted into her mouth. It had a mild, almost bland taste, and not knowing what else to do, she simply swallowed it. Otherwise, she would have had to go all the way to the window to spit it out, and she wasn't sure if that would have offended him. Sitting up, she looked at him inquiringly.

"You did not have to swallow that," Rumpulstiltskin told her softly, "But by gods, was it ever wonderful." Millicent grinned with pleasure. Rumpelstiltskin drew her up against him, and she lay, nestled in his arms. Sated and comfortable, Millicent fell asleep almost immediately, and as Rumpelstiltskin watched her, he wondered how a desire to simply talk had turned into this.
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