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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Scandalous Fairy Tales: Rumplestiltskin

I decided to give people one more day to get their stories in, because I can. So now the contest closes at 11:59pm EST on November 5th. I'd really love to see at least five entries. As I write this we're only three away, and I've had four of you say you were working on one, so I think we can get there. I promised you something fun, so here's another Scandalous Tale...



 ScandalintheChoirLoft

Rumplestiltskin


Elizabeth blew the hair from her face. All this straw was making her itch. Her drunken father had really done it this time. He'd gone off spinning his tales and lied to the king. The King!! Of all people! Now she had to spin straw into gold? How in the world was she supposed to do that?!

She tried to find some resolve so as not to cry at her fate. In the morning the king would come, find the room empty of gold and she would be executed. No one was around to hear her, or judge her. She let the tears silently take hold and folded herself close against the wall.

The rattle of the door startled her. A tall man walked through the door, bringing a plate of food. Her tears surprised him. He hurried to her, believing she was hurt.

"Miss, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?" His concern made her smile, then laugh at the irony. The king's servant was concerned about her well-being when she was likely to be hung in the morning. Laughing through the tears she couldn't speak.

This only concerned the man further and he tried lifting her face to get her attention. She noticed the soft features beneath his grizzled beard. he couldn't be much older than twenty.

"Are you ok?" he asked. Elizabeth didn't know why she felt the need to confide in this man, but her story spilled from her lips. She told him about her drunken father and his debt to the king, and his outrageous lying which brought her here, where she would soon lose her life to pay for his debts.

She was still crying and the young man cradled her in his arms, murmuring calming words. Elizabeth's nerves calmed and she began to enjoy the warmth of his arms around her. His thumb was lightly stroking her shoulder. She sighed and relaxed against him.

"What's your name?" She asked.

He pulled his arms away, "You can call me Rum." Elizabeth tilted her head.

"As in the drink?"

He laughed, "Sure." Elizabeth rolled her eyes. A drunk like her father.

"I can help." He said, almost to himself considering how softly he spoke.

"You can?" Elizabeth asked, with more hope than she'd had all day. She wet her parched lips and hoped that his plan involved getting her something to drink. Rum nodded and checked the corridor outside the doorway. Finding it empty it handed her the tray of food and grabbed a glass of water from the table in the hall.

"Eat dinner and pretend to spin. I'll be back once it's dark." He slid out the door without any further instruction or explanation. Elizabeth did as she was told and ate her food and sat at the wheel, fiddling with straw and spinning the wheel.

It grew dark out the window and she grew more and more anxious. Perhaps Rum simply wanted her to stop crying. Her heart began to race as she heard a noise at the door. The latch opened and Rum stepped through pulling behind him a slab with stacks of gold bars. Elizabeth gasped at the sight.

"How?" She asked. Rum smiled and shrugged.

"It's probably better you don't know." He set about unloading the slab in short stacks near the wheel. Elizabeth watched as his muscles flexed beneath the fabric of his shirt. She watched, breathing heavily as he took the last brick from the slab.

"What do you want from me?" Elizabeth asked. Rum looked at her with a furrowed brow.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You're saving my life," she said, "you must want something in return." She stood before him as his gaze quickly scanned her body and his throat worked to swallow.

"What do you have to give me?" He asked. Elizabeth felt her cheeks warm beneath his stare. She lifted a hand to her neck.

"My necklace," she said, "it must be worth something." Rum simply nodded and excepted the piece of jewelry she held out to him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He said as she left again.

Elizabeth slept until sunrise and the king came by with his council to inspect her work. When he saw the golden bars he was pleased.

"You seem well rested" He said. Elizabeth nodded and curtsied. "Yes, your majesty."

"I'll see twice this much tomorrow." He nodded curtly and swept out of the room. When Rum came that evening to bring her meal Elizabeth was crying again.

"What is wrong?" he asked, again sitting beside her to hold her close as she cried. Elizabeth told him of the king's visit and his demand for twice the gold in the morning.

"Your efforts were wasted, I will die anyway." Rum shook his head and promised to be back with the darkness.

Elizabeth waited anxiously for the rustle at the door. Rum came in with another slab piled with twice as many gold bars as before. He was sweating from his efforts as he unloaded the slab. Elizabeth watched with admiration as once again this man saved her life. When he finished unloading he sat near her on the floor to catch his breath.

"Is your name really Rum?" Elizabeth asked, fiddling with the hem of her garment.

"No." He wiped his face with his shirt tail, allowing Elizabeth a glimpse of his hardened stomach. She felt her stomach clench and her breath quickened.

"What is it?" She asked. He shook his head and stood to leave.

"Wait," Elizabeth stood, "what do you want from me today?" She asked. Anxiously waiting for his answer, unsure of what she was hoping for.

"What do you have to give me?" He asked. Elizabeth glanced down and saw her mother's ring sparkling on her finger. She pulled it from her finger and held it out to him.

He took the ring and his fingers brushed against hers. He nodded and turned to leave.

"Thank you." Elizabeth called after him. As he closed the door she could hear his muffled, "Your welcome."

The next morning the king swept into the room again, appraised the gold bars and once again demanded double the next day. When evening came Rum found her crying in the floor. He sat her food and water near the door and hurried to comfort her. He promised to fix this for her and she calmed. Resting her cheek against his chest her breathing leveled.

"Please tell me your name," she said, "I'd like to know who is responsible for saving my life." Rum sighed and eased her away.

"I will be back at dark. I will have to make two trips tonight." Elizabeth watched as he slipped from the room. She ate her dinner in silence, pondering her unexpected savior in this ordeal. He was quiet, but strong. So handsome. Why wouldn't he tell her his name?

It grew dark and Rum returned with a slab piled high like the night before. He quickly unloaded and left again to return with another load. He was sweating as he unloaded the second slab. Apologizing for any impropriety he pulled his shirt over his head to finish unloading the slab. When he finished he collapsed to the floor to catch his breath. Elizabeth sat next to him and used is discarded shirt to wipe the perspiration from his brow.

"How can I ever repay you?" She whispered. Rum looked to her and sighed, "What do you have to give me?" Nervous, Elizabeth placed a hand on his cheek and brought her lips to his. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips and felt his breath quicken. She pulled back to look at him.

Rum lifted a hand to play with her hair. She lowered her mouth to his again. This time he held her face gently and she parted her lips against his. His tongue probed her sweet mouth and her heart rate quickened. She braced her hands against his naked chest. His soft hairs brushed against her fingers and she felt the muscles of her sex tighten with anticipation.

Groaning, Rum pulled her against him, flattening her chest against his own, allowing her thighs to drape to either side of his waist. Elizabeth gasped. She could feel his manhood pressed against her belly. he continued to plunder her mouth with his tongue. His hands came to her shoulders, sliding the fabric aside to taste the skin there. Elizabeth gasped and gripped his arms to brace herself.

"What's your name?" Elizabeth whispered. Rum loosened the ties at the back of her dress allowing the fabric to fall from her shoulders, exposing her full breasts to his gaze.

"Rumplestiltskin." He growled as he rolled her onto her back, cradling her head so she didn't knock it against the hard floor. He slid his shirt beneath her skull to cradle her head.

"What?" Elizabeth asked. Rum stopped and propped up on his elbows. "Rumplestiltskin, I hate it." Elizabeth nodded. "Ok."

He lowered his head to suck at the soft skin of her breasts. Elizabeth was panting. She reached for him, pulling his back up to kiss his mouth. His hands found the hems of her skirts and lifted them to expose the lips of her pussy. He reached to touch her, sliding a finger between her folds, sickened and wet with her juices. Elizabeth arched against his touch.

Rum kissed her roughly while he used his other hand to loosen his pants, pulling them down to this thighs. He slid between her thighs, nestling his cock at the entrance of her pussy.

"Have you ever been with a man?" he asked as he dropped kisses along her neck.

Elizabeth shook her head, but she ran her hands around his rib cage, trying to pull him closer. Rum groaned and slid into her slowly, feeling her stretch around him, squeezing his member with those tight muscles. Moaning he began shallow thrusts, Elizabeth pulled him closer to her until he finally pressed through that barrier. The pain flashed behind her eyelids for a moment before Rum created a rhythm that had her crying out in pleasure.

Her orgasm washed over her, and as he pussy clenched down against him she felt him explode inside her, filling her with a warmth. Spent, they both lay there panting. Rum rolled to the side, taking his weight from her. Just hours from daylight they lay there speaking in hushed tones. Just before dawn he slipped away, dropping a kiss on her lips.

The next morning the king came to find Elizabeth who'd had little sleep standing amongst the piles of gold bars. He had the attendants escort her to her own rooms where she would stay until they were to be married. That night her meal wasn't brought to her by Rum, but by a maidservant. When she lay down to sleep she cried, afraid that she would never see him again, and worried that the king would continue to expect her to spin gold.

Late in the night she awoke to the tip tap of rocks against the glass. She walked to open the windows to find Rum standing on the ground ten feet below.

"Rum." She whispered. "You came." He smiled and motioned for her to come out. Elizabeth quickly dressed and climbed out the window and down the trellis. She and Rum quickly left the high walls of the palace and he handed her a small velvet pouch.

Opening the pouch Elizabeth found her necklace and her mother's ring. She smiled and asked him, "So where did the gold come from?"

Rum smiled. "The king's depository." Elizabeth smiled and threw her arms around him. The two hiked for days to a neighboring town. They found a priest to marry them and they lived out their lives with their children in peace.


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