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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Belle/Rumplestiltskin_|_Mr._Gold
  Character:
      Belle_(Once_Upon_a_Time), Rumplestiltskin_|_Mr._Gold
  Additional Tags:
      promptathon, Underage_Sex, Dubious_Consent, Arranged_Marriage, AU, Smut
  Series:
      Part 3 of 300_Tumblr_Follower_Promptathon
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-02 Words: 2063
****** A Court of Thorns and Roses ******
by JediAnnieScrambler
Summary
     i-ate-the-biscuit said: prompt: Queen Belle and her husband, the Dark
     One, retreat to their bedchambers for the night
     Rumplestilskin thinks back to his and Queen Belle's wedding night
     before they retire after a feast with Snow White and Charming.
Notes
     Don't send me hate, it's partially unedited, I know.
The feast was long, too long for the Dark One’s tastes, welcoming Snow White
and Prince Charming to his lady’s castle. They had come, of course, to attempt
to forge an alliance with his wife, Queen Belle of Avonlea. But the queen was
already aware of their plight, their fight against Queen Regina, as her husband
was playing a critical role in it. He was the puppet master in their war, the
man behind the curtain, but it hadn’t always been that way.
Only a mere two years ago he had been a slave. Belle’s uncle, Lord Frollo, had
welded the dagger and ruled as regent over Avonlea. Rumpelstiltskin could
almost hear his voice echoing across the great hall.
“He left?! You drove him away, you ungrateful  bitch?!” Lord Frollo’s face
burned with fury, “Demon child! That is the last straw! You will be married
before nightfall!”
Belle, seventeen years old, stared not at her uncle, but at the window panes
beyond him, “I will not. No one decides my fate but me.”
“Your fate? Your fate?! I will give you fate! Your life is mine, girl, until
you inherit the throne which I’ll make sure never happens,” he waved at his
hand at the guards, “Take her to the tower. I will show her fate.”
The Dark One had watched with neutral expression as the kingdom’s rightful heir
was lead away. Sir Gaston, her boorish betrothed, had fled the castle the
morning, for reasons unknown but wholly blamed on the girl. He had been unaware
of what the day was to hold.
A minister was called, a white dressed forced upon the princess by maids, and a
small peasant family brought in from the village. The child cowered at the
sight of Rumpelstiltskin, known by all as a monster.
Lord Frollo chuckled as the guards brought Belle back, head held high, tear
stains on her face, and dressed in white.
“I have decided to give you a choose, since that is what you desire,” the
regent laughed, “You can marry my beast-” he nodded to Rumpelstiltskin, “-or
you can watch them burn.”
He motioned to have the peasant family brought forward- father, child, and
mother heavy with another.
Belle gasped.
“Make your choice, girl, choice your precious fate.”
She muttered something inaudible.
“What was that?” Frollo snapped.
Rumpelstiltskin’s gazed flicked between them, like he was watching a duel.
“I said, I choose him. I choose the Dark One,” Belle said, loud and clear so
the whole hall had no doubts.
“Good girl. What a lovely couple you will make, the monster and the whore.”
“If anyone is a monster, it is you uncle.”
Frollo proceeded over the wedding with glee, using the dagger to command
Rumpelstiltskin to marry Belle. Her blue eyes were bright with fury and her
hands gripped his. The Dark One attempted to look interested in her, enough to
please the lord, but not enough to alarm the girl.
When they had finished Frollo raised the dagger again and said, “Dark One, I
command thee to take your wife back to her chambers and thoroughly ravish her.
Take hours, be as rough as you please, make sure you leave no doubt of her
virginity- or lack there of. Make sure she screams like the wench she is. And
beast? Enjoy yourself, I know deprived you’ve been of, ahem, female company.”
The Dark One’s grip on her arm was tight as he steered her from the hall.
Belle’s face flushed and but as they made the long walk to her chambers her
composure never faltered. Door shut behind them, Belle pulled away, then turned
to face him as she undressed.
But the Dark One could feel the power of the dagger washing over him. He had to
have her. He couldn’t control-
In a flash he’d moved forward, pulling her to him, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he
whispered between kisses. But she didn’t fight, only kissed him back, arms
snaking around his neck.
He gripped her dress, ripping from her body with a mixture of magic and
strength. Hands on her waist, he picked her up and dropped her to the bed,
pinning her arms above her head.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, but Belle turned her head, denying another kiss.
“You can’t help it,” she panted, “I know he controls you. I know it’s not you.”
He nuzzled her throat as he tore at her underthings, leaving her naked beneath
him, “I don’t want to hurt you, little wife. I don’t want to enjoy it but I
can’t help it.”
A little moan escaped her lips as he trailed kisses between her breasts, down
her body. She trembled.
“Enjoy yourself, husband, and please your wife,” she rasped, wrists tugging at
his grasp.
He growled, but didn’t let her go and instead began to lavish her breasts with
kisses. Tongue and teeth scraped against her smooth skin. He flicked one nipple
with his tongue, tracing circles around it as Belle moaned. To the other, he
sucked like a hungry child, enjoying the way she arched, pushing herself
farther into his mouth.
With a ‘pop’ he released her, and let go of her hands. He let his hands slide
down her sides as he left a series of kisses and nips on her stomach and hips.
Small red marks began to appear, and he knew that she’d be covered in his marks
by the time morning came.
As he moved lower, she spread her legs but not as wide as he wanted. He pushed
her open wider, until a little whimper escaped her lips. Head bent, he ran his
tongue across her folds. He raised his head and watched her face as he began to
rub her clit in little circles. He increased in pace and pressure as she mewed
and bucked at his touch.
Her hands clenched the blankets as he continued, little waves of pleasure
rolling through her body.
“I need- please- !” she gasped, feeling like she would not handle anymore. But
it was only the beginning.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
Belle nodded, breathe coming in little gasps. His hand moved faster, harder.
“Have you ever came before?” he questioned, leaning over her. Belle managed to
shake her head ‘no.’
Unable to stand it, Belle hit her climax, letting out a little cry as she did.
Rumpelstiltskin hummed in response, and kissed her. With a flick of his wrist,
magic removed his clothes.
He rubbed up against her, craving the sensation of skin on skin. They were such
a contrast, her pale, smooth frame and his dark, scaly one. Looking down into
her eyes he wanted to make this moment last forever but the pull of the dagger
was too strong. Ravish her, make sure she screams, be as rough as you please.
Hands on her waist, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust, filling
her with one fluid movement. Belle cried out in pain, unready.
Rumpelstiltskin’s head fell back, hating himself for enjoying her tight body
around him. Oh gods, she was perfect.
With a grunt, he rocked into her again. Belle gasped.
“Breathe, breathe, precious,” he instructed, gasping for air himself.
The pace he found was fast, and rough. She wrapped her legs around him.  He
continued until Belle came again with a scream, clenching around him and
pushing him too over the edge.
Rumpelstiltskin’s refractory period, was much quicker than any human male,
letting him fulfill his command to ravish her for hours. He begged her
forgiveness with every thrust, but by the end Belle was trembling with
exhaustion, unable to form words and only cried out. Her tears dripped down
onto his face as he hid his it at her throat. He couldn’t look at her, or the
blood on the sheets.
“Rumpel?” Belle from the here and now broke him of his thoughts, “Our guests
seem tired, mayhaps we should all retire, what do you think?”
Plenty had changed in two years. Regent Lord Frollo was no longer a thorn in
their side and currently, his wife was looking at him in a very suggestive way.
A way he had once dubbed “Seduction eyes.”
“Of course, my sweet. Knowing our guests, they do do their share of traversing,
but it is always hard on the body,” he grinned wickedly, his eyes never
straying from his wife’s.
Snow White and Prince Charming were unsure what to make of the imp, until they
arrive at the castle, they had not even known that Rumpelstiltskin and Queen
Belle were married. Nevertheless, they were quickly shuffled away to their
chambers as the Queen and Dark One retreated to theirs.
Rumpelstiltskin relaxed on the bed as Belle undressed.
“So, how do you think it went?” She asked, brushing her hair.
“Well, they were shocked, I think, finding out about us,” he replied.
“It’s not like we try to hide it,” Belle sighed, “We just don’t advertize like,
ahem, some people do.”
The Imp giggled, “True, true, I have never run through the forest yelling about
how I will always find you!”
Belle made her way to the foot of the bed, letting her robe slip from her
shoulders to the floor. For all his pomp and indifference, Rumpelstiltskin
could not keep a gasp of awe from escaping. She was nude, and her beauty never
failed to awe him.
She smiled and crawled onto the bed to sit in his lap, stranding him. She
played with the fastenings of his robe.
“Shall we form an alliance with them? Or will it hinder your secret, master
plan?”
Rumpelstiltskin groaned and shifted, “Love, shouldn’t we-” he grunted as she
twisted slightly, “-wait until morning to decide? I believe we have much more
pressing matters at the moment.”
“Oh yes, of course,” she pushed the robe from his frame and rose to her knees
to free his erection, “How silly of me to forget.”
She leaned forward to kiss him, letting her mouth trail lower and lower, moving
her self down until she could place a kiss on the tip of his cock.
“Belle-” he whined, forcing himself not to buck his hips.
Belle flashed him a grin before taking his tip in her mouth. She swirled her
tongue across him, humming a bit at his salty taste. She gently sucked, never
moving her mouth past his tip in cleaver torture. He panted and his body
trembled in an effort not to push himself deeper into her mouth.
“B-Belle,” he stuttered, “I need you. I need inside- please.”
“As my husband wishes,” she replied, and pulled herself up to straddle him
again.
She slowly lowered herself down, until he was fully sheathed inside her.
Rumpelstiltskin moaned, hands grabbing her hips. After a moment she rocked
again, filling herself with him.
Rumpelstiltskin joined her, bucking his hips as she moved down, so they found a
pace that suited both. Belle’s little gasps mixed with his grunts as they moved
together, faster and deeper with each thrust.
“Rum, Rum I’m gonna-” Belle began, but interrupted herself with a cry as her
orgasm shook her body. Her voice echoed through the room.
Her body clenching around him, Rumpelstiltskin couldn’t stand it any longer,
joining her with a gasp and a grunt.
Belle sighed and rolled off of her husband, onto her back, “That was wonderful,
Rum.”
“What makes you think I’m done yet?” He challenged, rolling on top of her.
Belle squeaked.
“Open your legs, little wife, and let me return the favor,” he grinned.
Belle complied with a little laugh, spreading her legs and relaxing back on the
pillows. Rumpelstiltskin laid a chaste kiss on her sex, and began to lap at her
folds. He could taste himself in and on her. He sucked at her clit as Belle’s
breathe came out in short, jagged gasps.
His tongue traced her sensitive bud, slowing his pace as payback. Teeth and
tongue on her skin, pushing her farther and farther until she was begging for
release. He flicked his tongue in and out of her before nipping at her clit,
pushing her over the edge.
Belle broke apart with a scream, Rumpelstiltskin lifted his head to look a her,
a smug grin on his face before moving up to lay beside her. Belle snuggled
closer to her husband and they both succumbed to sleep.
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