𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 - Rumplestiltskin [1]

SEVENTY FIVE

75|THE CURSE WITH NO SOLUTION

Mature content

Celeste and Henry beat the two men back to the apartment with two slices of cake for Emma and Snow White. When they returned, a grim look was on both their faces. Rumple quickly explained that Regina plans to curse Snow.

"What the hell does that do?" Emma questioned, not understanding the curse while Celeste bit her nails nervously. The many years she lived with Rumple before the curse had helped her learn multiple potions and curses.

"In theory, it has the power to make someone love you." He answered her, leaning on his cane as Celeste eyed it off, still sore from last night.

"Doesn't that break magic laws?" The Sheriff asked with confusion, not knowing the appropriate terminology. "You can't bring someone back to life. You can force someone to love you."

"Yeah, but this particular spell can make someone think that they love you." Rumple explained to her. "And if you're as desperate for love as Regina appears to be, you might just believe it."

"She's gonna use it on me, isn't she?" Henry wandered down the stairs from Emma's room, obviously eavesdropping.

"Hey, buddy, why don't you go back upstairs?" Charming sighed and tried to force him back into the room.

"No." He snapped and walked up to his mother. "Emma, you said you were gonna be honest with me. Now, why is Regina using this curse?"

"Because it's the only way she can get everything she wants, that she can get you." Rumple answered him.

"But if all she wants is me..." Henry trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"You mother is a complicated woman. She wants your love, of course." The older man tried to explain to Henry and everyone else. "But she also wants vengeance on Mary Margaret."

"How does the curse give her both?" Charming questioned, crossing his arms as he glanced at his wife.

"Because the last ingredient she needs to enact the curse is the heart of the person she hates the most." Celeste spoke up with a sigh, feeling torn between her two friends.

"You have to stop her." Emma stared at Rumplestiltskin with worry over her mother.

"No, I don't have to do anything." He scoffed at her. "On the contrary, I believe warning you fulfills my debt."

"Not even close. This is my wife's life we're talking about!" Charming snapped at him.

"Not to mention your grandson's." Emma added, knowing Henry was a good playing card.

"Yeah, well, wars have costs."

"Nice."

"Well, this is a blood feud, dearie." Rumple shrugged, avoiding his wife's glare. "One that goes back a very, very long time. And the only way you can end a blood feud is by the spilling of more blood. That is the only way I know to eliminate your Regina problem."

"By what? Killing her?" Charming stated sarcastically.

"No." Celeste moved her glare to the other man.

"Is there no other option?" Emma asked quietly, agreeing with Celeste.

"I'm afraid not."

"Stop! Listen to yourselves!" Henry yelled at the four adults. "You're talking about killing my mom. You used to be heroes. What happened to you?"

"Henry." Emma ran after Henry as he left the apartment. "No matter how this plays out, we need to keep him as far away from it as possible."

"She's right." Rumple agreed with the blonde woman after she left the apartment, shutting the door loudly behind her. "Cora was dangerous because she didn't have a heart. Regina's even more dangerous because she does."

"Follow." Celeste grumbled, grabbing Rumples coat jacket and tugging for him to follow her. "Keep an eye on her, I'll talk to him."

"Thank you, Cel." Charming nodded to her and watched as she and Rumple left the apartment.

"Seriously." She pouted at her husband as they stood in the hallway, fidgeting as the pain came back. "Your life for information? Doesn't seem like a fair trade."

"Celeste." He sighed and stroked her cheek. "What do you expect me to do?"

"Stay guard." Celeste shrugged. "Just anything because I don't want either to die."

"Why do you keep wincing?" Rumple suddenly snapped at her, raising a brow as she stayed quiet. He followed her eyes to his cane and put the pieces together, smirking as he pulled her in close and kissed her lips delicately. "You should have told me to stop."

"I liked it." She whispered against his lips, slipping her hands to the back of his neck to pull him in closer, deepening the kiss. "And I want more."

A cloud of purple consumed them, transporting them back to their home. Her back hit their bedroom door, hand fumbling around to open the door.

Her pushed her down on the bed, kneeling between her legs as she sat on the edge. His hands desperately pushed her skirt up to her hips, yanking her underwear down her legs. 

Celeste gasped with surprise as she felt a cool metal run along her folds, dipping into her entrance before pulling back. She looked down, catching Rumple smirking as he held his cane in his hand.

He teased her repeatedly, bringing her close to her release with the cane before pulling back. He stood up, towering over her body as he looked down on her with darkened eyes.

"Lie on your stomach." Celeste quickly did as she was commanded, gasping again as she felt him lift her ass in the air. She waited impatiently, wiggling her hips back in hopes of finding him.

A sharp whack fell against her ass cheeks leaving a red line. She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes widening as she caught sight of the can still in his grasp. He brought it down again, smirking as she moaned in response.

Rumple placed the cane beside him, sucking his thumb before slipping it into her entrance. He unbuckled his belt, dropping his trousers and pulling himself out of his boxers. He fisted himself, looking over the sight before him as she whimpered needily.

"Please, Rumple." She begged, rocking her ass back against him desperately. "Please, fuck me."

"If that's what you want, Princess." He dragged his tip along her folds, gently pressing himself inside her wet core. He was gentle at first, making sure she was comfortable before picking up his speed.

His hands groped her red ass, slapping it as she rocked herself against him. Each slap brought another wave of moans as opened her legs wider, desperately wanting more.

"Good girl, just like that." He grabbed her hand, bring it down to her clit and helping her bring herself to her release. "Do it just like I do."

"Yes, sir." She moaned out, drawing circles on her clit as he palmed her breast, his speed never slowing as she clenched around him. "Fuck, Rumplestiltskin."

"Louder." He demanded, slapping his hand on her ass cheek. "Let all of Storybrooke know who makes you this way. Who owns your sweet pussy."

"Rumplestiltskin." She screamed out, falling down against the bed with exhaustion as her orgasm shook her body. "Cum."

Her quiet whisper was enough to make him cum, his release coating her ass cheeks and thighs as he pulled out. He fisted himself, riding out his release as she stared at him with hazy ocean blue eyes.