Rumpelstiltskin (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales Book 12)

by Julie Law

  Isabelle had never met her mother – the woman had died in childbirth. The closest thing to a mother she ever knew was her grandmother, and the old crone wasn’t someone Isabelle could love with all of her heart. A child, though, was something else. Could she give up her child just like that, without thought and consideration for her future? The blonde wasn’t sure.

  Rumpelstiltskin went on to the kill. “You know what will happen to you if you don’t accept my deal. Stefan will kill you in a furious rage. If that happens, you can never have any child, while if you deal with me you will eventually bare other children. I don’t think there’s much to think about. Do you?”

  Isabelle closed her eyes. What she hated most about the entire situation was that the other woman was right. Nothing would stop Isabelle from continuing with her life as a queen, and nothing would stop her from having other children. Logically, there was no doubt about what she should do, but something stopped her from agreeing immediately. “I won’t be able to give you the child like that,” Isabelle protested, trying to gain some kind of traction for a denial of the other woman’s deal. “The child will be the heir of the king.”

  “Not if they believe she died in childbirth.” Rumpelstiltskin shrugged. “And I can make sure everyone thinks so. Even you, if you don’t wish to be confronted by the choice you make.”

  Isabelle looked away. The other woman leaned forward until they stood inches away, and started caressing the blonde’s face. The young woman shivered. “Do I have a choice?”

  “Not really.” There wasn’t any emotion in Rumpelstiltskin’s voice, neither glee nor cruelty. It was matter of fact.

  Isabelle let a tear escape from her eyes before she nodded, reluctantly sealing her fate. The other woman smiled and gently kissed the blonde, who surprised herself by replying to it.

  It wasn’t because she was attracted to Rumpelstiltskin, but because she needed to feel anything in that moment. She needed to forget about the deal she had just made and lose herself in something that would overwhelm her emotions. Absently remembering what happened last night, Isabelle figured it would be enough.

  Their kiss turned heated in short order, and Isabelle groaned when the other woman’s hands found their way into her tresses. Rumpelstiltskin’s grip was tight, and would be considered painful hadn’t the woman’s tongue taken so much of Isabelle’s attention. The blonde gasped when the other retreated momentarily, and groaned again when Rumpelstiltskin pushed against her body. She could feel the sorceress’s breasts against hers, and one of the woman’s hands wandered down her body and only stopped when it reached her bottom.

  It became too much for Isabelle and she pushed the other female away, breathing hard. She could never have imagined kissing someone could feel like that. From the chuckle Rumpelstiltskin released, the blonde figured the other woman was just as surprised as she was.

  “Well, well, who would have thought?” The sorceress released a breathy chuckle, and then straightened to her full height. Isabelle saw a deep lust in her eyes and couldn’t help but shiver.

  She had wanted to lose herself in the sorceress, but perhaps it might be a more dangerous task than she imagined.

  Rumpelstiltskin turned on her feet and started walking towards the only chair in the room. Her clothes unraveled as she moved, falling down her body as leaves fall down from a tree. Isabelle couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering the sorceress’s body. The other female might not be as beautiful as she was, but Rumpelstiltskin possessed a curvaceous body and Isabelle was attracted to it.

  The brunette sat down on the chair and spread her legs, giving Isabelle a glimpse of her core. She chuckled when the younger woman looked away. From the corner of her eyes, the blonde saw as the sorceress played with her own curls, her finger starting to move up and down over her slit.

  “Come here.” Rumpelstiltskin ordered, her voice showing all of her lust.

  Isabelle found herself moving towards the other woman even before she had finished speaking. She stopped pretending she wasn’t paying attention to Rumpelstiltskin’s motions, and just watched as the woman touched herself.

  The brunette didn’t mind – it seemed to excite her even. The speed at which her hand moved over her sex increased, and she released a moan or two. Isabelle shot a look at the door, but obviously the sorceress had done something to make sure they wouldn’t be interrupted.

  “Come here.” The sorceress repeated once again. It was less of an order and more of a plea, and Isabelle couldn’t deny her. She stepped closer even though her legs trembled, and Rumpelstiltskin smiled. “Kneel.”

  The blonde froze momentarily before obeying. She knew what the brunette wanted, what the sorceress would ask of her, and Isabelle didn’t know if she wished to obey. Slowly, though, she let herself fall and didn’t stop the other woman from reaching out to her.

  Rumpelstiltskin gripped Isabelle’s tresses and played with the golden hair, running her fingers through it before pulling.

  The blonde let herself be pulled and leaned down. Isabelle shifted her legs, one against the other, hoping to get some friction on her core. She was surprised by how much she wanted to explore the other woman’s body, to run her fingers over Rumpelstiltskin’s flesh, to play with the woman’s breasts and sink her fingers into that willing body. Without any kind of reluctance, Isabelle reached forward and kissed the sorceress’s knees, trailing up afterwards.

  She kissed Rumpelstiltskin’s upper legs, and then moved to her abdominals and the flesh between her breasts. When the brunette moaned, Isabelle shifted and closed her lips around one of the woman’s nipples, tasting her mounds. It was the first time the blonde did anything like it – she hadn’t even dreamt about touching a woman before – but now that she was doing it, Isabelle realized she liked it very much.

  Rumpelstiltskin moaned as Isabelle’s lips and tongue pleasured her nipple. She ran her hands through the other woman’s hair while it happened, directing the blonde to her other breast when she couldn’t wait anymore.

  It was a different kind of lovemaking than the one on the day before. Rumpelstiltskin was a woman and, despite her lack of experience with sex, so was Isabelle. The blonde knew what felt good on her body, how she played with her pussy and breasts and how she imagined she would like other people to play with them. Now she was using those daydreams to pleasure Rumpelstiltskin. She understood not everything she wanted to try would excite the other woman, but Isabelle was certain that by navigating the brunette’s moans she would be capable of pleasing her.

  “Don’t tease, little minx.” Rumpelstiltskin breathily put out, caressing Isabelle’s head before pushing her down. “I want to feel your tongue on my cunt.”

  Isabelle hesitated, not quite knowing if she would be able to make Rumpelstiltskin enjoy that, but she couldn’t deny she wanted to try. The blonde wanted to taste the other woman, to play with the sorceress’s core and make her come.

  When she reached the curls that preceded Rumpelstiltskin’s core, Isabelle hesitated. Then she breathed deeply in anticipation and the other woman’s scent found its way to her. Isabelle’s mouth salivated at the prospect in front of her, and she decided to hold nothing back. She explored the sorceress’s sex with her fingers, running them up and down the brunette’s slit, coating them in the wetness she found. From the woman’s answering cries she didn’t mind.

  Isabelle’s excitement grew by leaps and bounds. Her motions gained speed, and she dared to go further. While most of her fingers played with Rumpelstiltskin’s slit, her thumb moved up and brushed against the sorceress’s clit. The other female jumped, and Isabelle repeated the motion.

  The brunette moaned and moaned as Isabelle explored her folds. She tried to close her legs and trap the blonde’s hand against her sex, but then remembered that would only make it harder for the other woman to please her. Part of the witch marveled at Isabelle’s daring. The day before, the blonde played the part of a blushing virgin; now she was almost as adventurous as Rumpelstiltskin hers

elf.

  Without wasting any time, Isabelle pushed her indicator against the other woman’s opening. She marveled as the flesh parted under her touch and her finger sank into the other female’s body. She became even more amazed when the pussy seemed to draw her in. Isabelle looked up and saw that Rumpelstiltskin had her eyes closed, and that she was trying not to thrust against Isabelle’s motions.

  For some reason, Isabelle really wanted to make the other woman lose control. Without having to be prompted, she leaned down and licked the woman’s clit, making the sorceress lurch. Rumpelstiltskin opened her mouth to say something, but Isabelle didn’t give her time. She started moving the finger she had inside the woman back and forth, quickly, gaining speed, and her mouth closed over the sorceress’s clit. Whatever message the brunette wanted to give her was forgotten in the pleasure she experienced.

  The two lost themselves in each other. Isabelle in the taste and in the moans that Rumpelstiltskin released, and the sorceress in the pleasure the other woman gave her. Time had no meaning for them, nor did the thoughts of anything else. What mattered was that they kept going and reached the zenith of pleasure.

  It didn’t take long. Isabelle started using a second finger, and then teased the entry of the third. That was enough to make Rumpelstiltskin come. The sorceress leaned forward in her orgasm and took hold of Isabelle’s arms, pulling the other woman against her and squishing their bodies together as her orgasm rocked their frames.

  Isabelle marveled as she felt the other woman’s come in her hands, and breathed deeply, wondering how it would feel to have the same thing she had done to Rumpelstiltskin done to her.

  The sorceress breathed deeply and then released the blonde, chuckling for good measure. She looked at her companion and in her eyes there was a heat that couldn’t be hidden. “Who would’ve thought?” She murmured, and then laughed softly.

  Isabelle retreated, somewhat embarrassed now that the heat between them had abated, but the other woman’s hands stopped her motion. Rumpelstiltskin smirked and her body rippled. When it stopped, the woman looked basically as she had before, the only difference was the addition of the cock she now sported between her thighs.

  The blonde found her gaze drawn to it against her will, and she swallowed when it swelled to its full size. The sorceress chuckled in reply, and started running her hand over the rod, slowly pumping it up and down.

  Isabelle looked at Rumpelstiltskin’s face and the brunette smiled, then leaned forward and poised her lips against Isabelle’s in a gentle kiss. It was a soft kiss, almost amorous, and the blonde came out of it breathing harder than if she had been running for her life.

  Rumpelstiltskin’s smile turned mischievous, maybe a little cruel, and she leaned forward once again, kissing Isabelle far harder. The blonde found herself kissing back desperately, ignoring her own lack of breath, and didn’t resist when the sorceress started unlacing her clothes and baring her body.

  Isabelle threw her head back and moaned when Rumpelstiltskin leaned down and closed her mouth around one of her nipples. The sorceress teased the other woman’s breasts until she couldn’t take it anymore, and only moved down when Isabelle begged her to. The blonde didn’t quite know what she was asking for, though, and couldn’t imagine the pleasure that would follow.

  Rumpelstiltskin forced Isabelle to spread her legs, and then put her hands on the woman’s buttocks to make sure the blonde would remain upright while she worked. Without mercy, she attacked the other woman’s sex, licking and kissing it, then pressing her tongue against Isabelle’s entrance and penetrating her.

  The blonde moaned as she was devoured, unable to do anything else. Her legs trembled, and if not for Rumpelstiltskin’s grip Isabelle would have fallen. With so much stimulation she couldn’t last long, and obviously didn’t. When the sorceress’s tongue reached a little deeper inside of her, Isabelle came with a scream and gripped the other woman’s hair in her hands. At the same time, she tried to shift one of her legs and put it atop of the other woman’s shoulder, but their position became too unstable, and Isabelle was forced to put both feet on the ground and step back from the magic user.

  Both were breathing hard, and Rumpelstiltskin let a smirk appear in her lips. “Enjoyed that?”

  Isabelle turned her head away with embarrassment and missed the sorceress’s next motion. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Rumpelstiltskin was pressed against her back, kissing her neck and shoulder-blades. The blonde moaned, and didn’t resist when the other woman pushed her down.

  Rumpelstiltskin put Isabelle on her hands and knees, and then assumed her position behind the blonde. Isabelle knew what was coming and fear almost made her bolt, but she remembered what was at stake, and was sure that her partner would be able to make her enjoy it.

  The sorceress started slow. She touched the blonde’s sex and nether parts, caressing her gently, and then ran her hands over Isabelle’s buttocks. She kept teasing Isabelle until she begged for more. Only then did Rumpelstiltskin take hold of her cock.

  Isabelle jerked at the first touch of Rumpelstiltskin’s heated flesh on her core. The woman’s cock was hard and strangely smooth against her folds, and she couldn’t help but think of how it would feel inside of her. A moment later she didn’t have to wonder.

  Rumpelstiltskin thrust, gently, and made the head of her cock take refuge within the other woman. The blonde moaned as her flesh was forced apart in a way it had never been before. Soon enough, the pleasure of the motions overwhelmed her, and she could only try to move back into the other woman’s hips and increase the tempo of their movements.

  The sorceress put her hands on Isabelle’s waist and made sure to keep them moving steadily. She wouldn’t let the blonde reach for more than she was able to hold and hurt herself. She knew quite well the best sex happened when both participants were enjoying themselves to the fullest.

  They moved back and forth, Rumpelstiltskin reaching deeper and deeper into Isabelle’s depths. Eventually, she came upon a barrier and they both froze. The sorceress’s cock had hit Isabelle’s maidenhead. The blonde regained some measure of control then, and realized that what would follow could not be taken back. She couldn’t regret it later and hope it would go away. She also knew it was necessary, and without waiting for the sorceress to move, Isabelle thrust back and impaled herself in Rumpelstiltskin’s cock.

  The sorceress moaned at the pleasure, and started to move once again, gently. She knew only pleasure could wash away the pain that Isabelle now felt, and she would make sure the blonde enjoyed their lovemaking.

  When the blonde started moving back, the sorceress sped up, moving faster than before until they were fucking each other with abandon. They both cared only for their immediate pleasure. Isabelle forgot about the king and the gold, about her dreams of being a queen and just focused on the cock within her pussy. Rumpelstiltskin behaved much the same, and the only thing dominating her thoughts was the need to come inside the blonde.

  With their furious pace, it couldn’t have taken long until they came. Isabelle was the first to reach her orgasm, but the sorceress immediately followed and they came screaming. Rumpelstiltskin’s grip around the other female’s waist increased to the point it became painful, when her cock jerked and released its seed, but Isabelle didn’t mind. The blonde could only focus on the way her pussy wrapped itself around the hard rod, seemingly milking the other woman for all that she was worth.

  They came down from their high after a couple of minutes, and then shifted their position until they were laying side-by-side. Isabelle didn’t say anything, she didn’t know quite what to say in that situation, and just let the other woman hold her. Without meaning to, she closed her eyes and found herself drifting to sleep.

  Epilogue

  That first night was the first of many Isabelle spent with Rumpelstiltskin. Even after her marriage to the king, she and the sorceress met to have their trysts. Part of Isabelle almost felt guilty about betraying Stefan, but she soon realized the man was only interested on the gold he thought she could produce. Even the sex between them was stale, and Isabelle felt like a cold fish whenever she had to lay with him.

  It was different with Rumpelstiltskin. No matter how much Isabelle wanted to refuse it, the brunette messed with her mind and emotions. She didn’t want to let it happen, knowing the other female would leave her after she birthed her a child, but it was like sailing against the wind.

  Much to Isabelle’s surprise, they didn’t stop making love after she discovered she was pregnant. Rumpelstiltskin assured Isabelle the child was hers, but neither of them spoke about what kept happening between them.

  The brunette even started teaching Isabelle how to spin straw into gold. At first, the blonde didn’t think she could succeed, but bit by bit she saw some progress. Some of the straw became metal, other times it gained a deeper color. That her lessons usually happened while she was naked in Rumpelstiltskin’s lap certainly turned them a little more entertaining.

  As the months went by, Isabelle’s belly swelled with her and Rumpelstiltskin’s child. For once, it seemed Stefan was able to show something that wasn’t greed, and Isabelle felt a pang as she thought about what would happen when the child was born. Then she remembered what he had intended for her, how what was happening was his fault, and her pity disappeared.

  Stefan turned her dream of being a queen into a nightmare. The days she spent on the palace were dull and boring, and the times he joined her in bed unpleasant. Only Rumpelstiltskin’s presence kept her entertained, but the dreams Isabelle had about being a queen were completely tarnished by reality.

  The day she gave birth to her child was the hardest of her life. The birth was painful, and the thought of what would happen afterwards was worse. Isabelle passed out shortly after her child was born and only woke up hours later, alone in her room. Someone had cleaned her up and put her in bed.

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