Rumpelstiltskin (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales Book 12)

by Julie Law

  She played with him for a minute or two, until he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. “Stop teasing.” He commanded, running his hands through her hair. When she looked at him, confused, he sighed. “Use your mouth as well.”

  Isabelle looked down at his cock and back again to his face.

  “Lean forward and kiss the tip, gently.” He commanded.

  The blonde poised her lips against the head and kissed it. It was barely more than a peck, a brush of her lips against his heated flesh, but he groaned again. Isabelle kissed him once more, liking the sounds he released and let her tongue come out to play.

  He groaned again and gripped Isabelle’s hair when she licked the head. Her tongue swirled around the reddened tip, making him wild. It was obvious Isabelle was inexperienced with the motions she was practicing, but she was a quick learner, and soon realized how to make him moan with pleasure.

  When he started pulling her hair, Isabelle opened her mouth and let his cock take refuge within. It was something that bothered her at first, but then the heat of his rod and its taste convinced her to continue. She wrapped her lips around him as tightly as she could and started moving back and forth.

  Isabelle lost herself in her motions. She had never done anything like it before, but it didn’t matter. She forgot the reason why she was sucking him off and just moved back and forth, enjoying the sounds of pleasure he released.

  The sorceress-turned-man looked down at the blonde and grinned, letting the pleasure get to his head. The girl might be inexperienced, but what she lacked in knowledge she made up in sheer want. She sucked him as hard as anyone had ever done, and he realized it wouldn’t take long until he couldn’t hold himself back.

  Slowly, without meaning to, the sorceress let her shape-changing spell relax and part of her body returned to normal. She took hold of it at the last moment and stopped her cock from disappearing. Everything above her waist returned to her real form, and so did her upper legs and everything beneath them, but her core and sex remained male.

  Isabelle felt something change within her companion, but she had her eyes closed and didn’t realize what happened. She was enjoying the sorceress’s cock – sucking it like it was a sweet treat, lapping at the rod. When she opened her eyes and looked up, she was faced with the sorceress’s covered chest and the woman’s brown tresses, but the blonde was so focused on the cock that she didn’t let the changes bother her. She just tightened her lips further and sped up.

  It was enough to overload the sorceress. With a moan, she gripped Isabelle’s hair and came, her cock releasing its seed in the blonde’s mouth.

  Isabelle’s eyes widened as her mouth was flooded with the other female’s release, and she swallowed the first gulp without meaning to. The blonde leaned back afterwards with a cough, letting the jerking cock escape from her mouth. It continued releasing its seed and some of it rained upon Isabelle’s face and clothes, dirtying her.

  The blonde blinked as she watched the other woman’s cock exhaust itself, and then marveled as the rod started shrinking and then disappeared completely, turning the sorceress’s core into that of a regular woman.

  The witch looked down at the blonde, amused and content in the sight of her seed over Isabelle’s body. It awakened a dark part within her to have so thoroughly owned someone.

  The brunette turned on her feet, ignoring her lack of clothes from the waist down and moved towards the spindle in the middle of the room.

  Isabelle watched and didn’t say anything. Now that the haze of lust and the fear of death had passed, she could think clearly for the first time since she came to the palace. The blonde watched the sorceress start to spin the straw into gold, and only then remembered there were guards outside. Why hadn’t they come in when the sorceress appeared? Hadn’t they heard the other woman, or had the witch done something to stop them from hearing what happened inside the room?

  Remembering what occurred between them, the blonde blushed and hoped it was the later. Isabelle couldn’t imagine the mortification she would feel if the guards outside had heard her sucking off the sorceress’s cock.

  Over the next hours, Isabelle watched in silence as the other woman turned all the straw into gold, marveling at the entire process. If Isabelle had been able to do anything like that, she wouldn’t have been forced to live the life she had. She could only hope one day she could do the same.

  When the sorceress got to her feet, Isabelle was on the verge of nodding off. The motion allowed her to shake it off for a bit, but in truth she was tired as she hadn’t been in a long time. The sorceress turned to her and Isabelle tried her best to center herself.

  “I’ve fulfilled my end of the bargain,” The sorceress’s gaze was heated as she looked Isabelle up and down. The blonde wanted to squirm under that look, but she was simply too tired. With a wave of her hand, the sorceress cast some kind of spell over Isabelle and it took the blonde a couple of moments to realize it had cleaned up the dirt and the fluids that had clung to her frame. “If you ever need anything else just call out for my help.”

  The brunette disappeared into thin air without another word, and Isabelle resisted the urge to complain about it. She didn’t know how to call for the sorceress, and before she could do anything about it her cell’s door opened and the king strode in.

  Isabelle blinked at him, and Stefan’s grin froze as he looked around and saw the gold that surrounded the blonde. His eyes widened and he took a step forward before freezing again.

  She saw the stupefaction in his face, the incredulity, and smirked. He had never believed the tales and only wanted to amuse himself by making a poor miller’s daughter despair before killing her, and now he saw himself confronted with something he couldn’t believe, and he didn’t know quite how to face it.

  “What did you … How?” He raised his head and met her gaze head on, and then took a step back. After breathing deeply, he straightened and seemed to regain his wits, but she had seen the flash of fear in his eyes.

  She could understand it. From his point of view, she had done something impossible and he didn’t know what other impossible things she could do. Isabelle felt much the same about the sorceress.

  She wouldn’t waste the opportunity presented, though. She got to her feet and appeared to brush some of the dirt in her dress. “Is there anything else I can help you with, your majesty?”

  Stefan flinched at her words, but took control of himself. “Nothing else for now, milady, though I hope you’ll be able to attend the feast I’ll throw in your honor this afternoon.”

  Isabelle made it seem like she was thinking about it, but she would never refuse such an invitation. He believed she was powerful and wouldn’t try anything, and so Isabelle could try to do what she intended in the first place, and seduce the young king. After what happened, it might be even easier. “I’ll gladly accept your invitation.”

  He bowed at her. “Then let me escort you to your room. Surely you’ll need your rest after such a tiring task.”

  Isabelle nodded and took hold of his arm when he extended it to her. The blonde let the king lead her throughout the palace, and the two of them talked while they walked. Now that Isabelle didn’t have to fear for her life, she found the king much more charming than he had seemed before. She never truly forgot he had been intending to kill her in what amounted to a trap, but she could ignore it if it meant she would get what she truly wanted.

  After he left her alone, Isabelle laid down on the bed where she slept the day before, and fell into one of the best sleeps of her life. She dreamt, but couldn’t remember what about when she woke up after being shaken by Miss Monet.

  The older woman looked at Isabelle with a gentle gaze, and told her she needed to get ready. Then something happened that was reminiscing of what happened the day before. The maids helped Isabelle bathe, and then dressed her as they would have a princess, or perhaps a queen.

  Afterwards, Isabelle was led to the palace’s dining room. She was expecting to fin
d a scene much like the one the day before, but when she stepped inside she found that everyone was expecting her. What followed were some of the more staggering hours of Isabelle’s life.

  In that time she met dozens of new people, all of them nobles or rich merchants, though she never truly forgot these were the same people laughing at her the day before. She danced with men until her feet hurt, and only then King Stefan appeared to rescue her. It didn’t take long for the blonde to be enchanted by the courteous man. Stefan was cultured and well-educated when he wanted to be, and he desired to have Isabelle for an ally. With that in mind, the blonde could almost forget what he wanted to do to her previously.

  It wasn’t as if she was completely innocent after all. She had helped spread the tales of her beauty around, hoping to get his attention. Now she had it for another reason, but it could be good enough to get what she wanted out of him.

  The two of them spent the next hour together. Isabelle feasted at the king’s side, and he made sure to keep her entertained. It was one of Isabelle’s happiest moments, though deep down she knew it wasn’t real. She could see the greed in Stefan’s eyes, not a greed for her body as she was used to seeing in men’s gazes, and had been expecting to see in the king, but a greed for money and gold – gold that the king expected her to provide.

  Isabelle couldn’t help but wonder how the king was so foolish. Didn’t he know how she lived before coming to him? Hadn’t he wondered why she hadn’t been living in a mansion, surrounded by riches? If he had, he might have been suspicious about what had truly happened, though she would admit the truth was more than a little extraordinary.

  “Is everything to your taste, milady?” His smile carried his cheer and one attempt at seduction. Isabelle found herself responding to it without really meaning to.

  “Yes, my king.”

  “Please, call me Stefan.” He interrupted, reaching out and poising his hand on top of hers.

  A shiver ran down Isabelle’s back, and she smiled hesitantly. She had to admit she was somewhat attracted to him. He wasn’t ugly and, despite what he had tried to do the day before, he was a powerful man – someone Isabelle wanted to conquer. She deserved to live like a queen and only the man in front of her could give her that.

  “Stefan,” She paused after that word, savoring it in her mouth. “Everything is just perfect, really.” She waved her hand around the room and the people in it. She wasn’t lying – she could never have imagined one day she would have a king throwing her a feast like the one going out right then. She loved it.

  “If you wish, Isabelle,” Her name on his lips made her shiver. “We can have feasts like this one every day of your life.”

  “What do you mean?” She knew perfectly well what he meant, but wanted to hear him say it; wanted to have him ask her what she knew he wanted to ask. She was no fool and understood he was only interested in the ability he believed she possessed, but if that got her to be queen she wouldn’t care.

  Stefan’s hand moved over her body, barely brushing against her but heating her up all the same. He took hold of her hand and rubbed his thumb against her skin. “We can have all of this, all the time, if you are my wife.”

  Isabelle’s breath caught, and he smirked at her. Her motion wasn’t completely faked, but she appeared more dazed than she really was. The hand he wasn’t holding came to rest upon her lips as she gazed at him.

  He smiled, thinking he had her where he wanted. “I saw you today at first light and I realized just how beautiful you are, and how quickly my heart started beating.” Isabelle believed his heart sped up, but surely it happened when he gazed upon the gold the sorceress created. “I realized I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life.”

  Part of Isabelle couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth. Was that how he was hoping to seduce her? Then she realized that despite the scorn she felt, his words were affecting her. He might be a cruel man, but he was handsome and he was the king. He wouldn’t need to work hard to convince any woman in the realm to share his bed. “My lord, I don’t know what to say.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him for good measure.

  “I want you for my wife, Isabelle.” He reached out and caressed her face, smiling gently. “Unfortunately, I have to think about my kingdom and my people. No matter how much I love you, I need to marry someone who can help me provide the realm with safety.”

  She knew perfectly well what he wanted, but made sure to put up her best doe eyes and lean forward. Her dress showed quite a bit of cleavage, and no matter how greedy he was he was still a man. His eyes quickly gazed down at her breasts before he remembered himself and looked at her face. “I’ll help you however I can, your majesty, and I’ll use my abilities to make sure we have enough gold to guard our kingdom.”

  He couldn’t hide the greed in his eyes at her words, not that he tried very hard. “Then I’ll present you with another challenge, milady. I’ll fill last night’s room with as much straw as possible, and on the morning, if all of it is gold, I will marry you.”

  Chapter 3

  Isabelle breathed deeply after the door to her cell closed behind her. She supposed it wasn’t a cell any longer – the guards outside had orders to accede to whatever requests she made. Nonetheless, in there she was sure she would have her privacy. She needed to contact the sorceress after all, and negotiate another deal.

  Isabelle was certain the other woman would ask more of what she had the previous day, and she was willing to pay the price.

  She breathed deeply once more, and thought of how she could call up the sorceress. That had been perhaps the biggest hiccup of her plan, but if it was solved Isabelle would get what she wanted. The blonde was going to open her mouth and call out the other woman when a hand clamped over her lips.

  Its owner pressed against Isabelle’s back. From the breasts the blonde felt digging against her skin, the only possible responsible was the sorceress.

  “Calling for me, were you?” The voice that whispered in Isabelle’s ear made her shiver despite herself, and she nodded, quickly, wondering how the other female knew what she had been thinking.

  The hand against her lips moved down and came to rest on one of Isabelle’s breasts. The blonde glanced down, started to blush, and the woman behind her laughed before releasing her.

  Isabelle turned to face her. The sorceress looked the same she had the day before, perhaps her eyes were a little brighter with amusement, or maybe that was simply the fact Isabelle was far more relaxed while she faced the other female. What mattered was that she was there, and the blonde only needed to convince her to help.

  “Why have you called for me, pet?” The sorceress was perfectly aware of the reason, but she wanted to play a little.

  Isabelle tried to ignore her irritation and need to get on with it. She wanted the other female as an ally after all. “What’s your name?” Isabelle asked, surprising even herself. She didn’t know why, but she felt she would be more comfortable once she knew who the other was.

  The brunette chuckled. “Don’t you know?”

  Isabelle held back her initial urge to be sarcastic, and thought about the woman’s reply. There was something about the sorceress’s behavior that made Isabelle remember some of the tales her grandmother told her when she was younger. It was a time when the older woman hadn’t been as much of a crone, and sometimes tried to comfort her granddaughter with stories.

  There were some tales that were fresher on Isabelle’s mind. These had been the ones that her grandmother had told with a kind of underlining anger. They had scared Isabelle at the time, until she realized they were just tales. As she looked at the sorceress, however, she wondered if they had any grain of truth. “It can’t be. You’re not a dwarf.” The blonde blurted out without really thinking about it.

  Rumpelstiltskin laughed, loudly, amused. “And you’re not capable of spinning straw into gold, nor is your hair made of such a precious metal. I would have think you’d learnt the truth about tales, little Bel
le. They can change from one person to another, they can paint anyone however they want. Why did you think my legend would be any different?”

  Isabelle took a step back without really meaning to. Her grandmother’s tales about Rumpelstiltskin were ingrained deep in her psyche. Now that she was an adult, Isabelle realized many of them hadn’t fit together, but what she remembered best was the anger her grandmother felt for the villain.

  “Your grandmother knew me,” The sorceress started, stepping closer to Isabelle. The blonde resisted the temptation to step back once again, knowing it would be useless. “She had dealings with me, and she didn’t like how she got the short end of the stick at the end.”

  Isabelle shivered when Rumpelstiltskin smirked.

  “It was her fault. She tried to trick me, she tried to weasel out of her deals and I made sure she paid for it.” The sorceress’s voice softened. “So long as you don’t try the same, you can be sure I’ll deal with you fair and square.”

  The blonde breathed deeply and tried to center herself. It wasn’t as if she was in a position to refuse the other woman. She was quite sure Stefan would be cross with her if she failed to give him what he wanted, and in that case she would be lucky to escape with her life.

  Isabelle shook her head. “Let’s not play around – you know what I want.”

  Rumpelstiltskin nodded. “I do, and will you be willing to pay the price required for you to get it?”

  “What do you want?”

  The sorceress smirked. “I want you in full, to possess you as deeply as anyone can possess another.” Isabelle closed her eyes – she had feared something like that. “And I want a child out of it.”

  The blonde’s eyes opened in startlement. “What?”

  Rumpelstiltskin smirked. “I’ll be willing to spin gold for you whenever you request, but in exchange I require a child. You’ll bare me one. When she’s born I’ll take her away, and you’ll never see any of us again.”

  “I…” Isabelle’s voice trailed off. She was in the sorceress’s hands and both of them knew it. She had to accept, but the other woman’s words unsettled her nonetheless.