Page 45 of Rumpelstilzchen

His Shadow’s Heart moaned in appreciation of his new name, and Rumple devoured the delightful sound. The tips of their tongues skated over and around one another, and his Heart pressed himself closer, greedy for more. Rumple empathised. He held his Shadow’s Heart close, and into the kiss he poured his truth, and his magick.

This was something he’d never been able to do before, and it was something only his Heart could withstand. Rumple no longer needed to separate his human form from his shadowed one, no longer needed to hold himself back—his Heart had set him free.

When those smaller hands locked tightly around the back of Rumple’s neck, when his Heart’s knees parted to frame Rumple’s hips, and when no space existed between their flush torsos, Rumple melded his two forms. Darkness and magick enveloped them both, and his Heart breathed the shadows into his body.

Rumple stood then, and his Heart came with him, but the action broke off their kiss. Already fevered with desire, the hushed whine of protest tugged at every part of Rumple, but his Shadow Heart’s clothing was in the way of his licentious intentions.

Rumple remained resolute, yet attentive, while he untied the cord on the patched and tattered breeches. The thick woollen material rustled when it fell and pooled over his scratched feet. Shadow magick permeated the exposed skin there, and his Heart gasped when the litany of fine cuts healed before his eyes.

“This is just the beginning, mein Herz. Soon my magick will be as much a part of you as it is me, and never again will you know pain.” Rumple’s low voice held a smoky quality, even to his own ears, but the sound raised goosebumps along the skin of his Heart’s neck.

So responsive. So tantalising. Each raised morsel of flesh was capped with a freckle, and Rumple’s eyes followed their trails until they disappeared under the open collar of his tunic. Without further delay, Rumple gripped the hem and lifted it clear, discarding it to the stone floor.

His Heart stood bare before him, the golden thread of possession around his neck the only exception. Rumple had never felt more alive, and he couldn’t suppress the groan of appreciation that rumbled from his throat. His Heart blushed and his eyes twinkled, but when he made to kneel, Rumple stopped him with a firm hand upon his shoulder.

He held his Heart’s gaze as he trailed the back of his knuckles down his chest, and when the simple action summoned that same peaked response of his flesh, heat pooled low in his body. To think that he would have eternity to explore and indulge in every debauched fantasy he’d ever had…

Rumple gently turned his Heart to face away from him. Instantly, he knew eternity wouldn’t be long enough.

The freckled expanse of his slender back dipped sensually in toward his spine, and it drew Rumple’s gaze downward.

There, his knuckles traced the divot, they rose and fell over the notches, and the smoky wisps of shadow magick that he left in his wake seeped under the pale skin. He marvelled as ancient runes and symbols appeared and disappeared from under the surface: completion, possession, and love.

Rumple’s fingers continued around, and then under, his Heart’s perfect bottom, and the action elicited another one of those moans that called to every part of him. His Heart yearned, and Rumple was the only one who could sate that longing.

Furious pride rose within him, and Rumple’s clothes vanished in an instant. Leisurely, he stroked his length as his other hand rounded over the temptation in front of him one final time. Soon, he promised himself, very soon.

His Heart’s hands were fisted by his sides as he all but vibrated with restraint, and Rumple stepped in close behind him, his hardened cock nestled into the cleft of his bottom. “Good boy,” he purred, and rested his chin on his Heart’s shoulder.

The keened response was loud in the otherwise silent cell, and the scent of precum filled the air. Rumple bit into his Heart’s shoulder to stifle another wanton groan of lust, and even more shadow magick instantly assuaged the wound.

He kissed the reddened flesh and resumed a secure hold on the back of his Heart’s neck, then steered him around to face the shadowed cot he had conjured earlier. When he pushed down, his Heart gave no resistance and hinged from his hips until his face was embedded in the soft mattress of shadow magick beneath him.

Could fate have given him a better Heart? Rumple didn’t think so.

Beautifully presented, Rumple pumped his cock a few times, then nudged his Heart’s feet further apart and sank to his knees behind him. With one hand, he took a firm hold of his sac, thumb pressed directly onto his perineum, and he kneaded the sensitive organs until another dribble of precum leaked from his engorged tip.

His poor Heart was already on edge, and things were only going to get harder.

Rumple released his hold in favour of prising apart his Heart’s cheeks, where he eyed his target closely, and then spat directly onto his puckered pink hole. His Heart grabbed fistfuls of thick shadows, and when Rumple smeared the slick around his rim, he rolled his hips with pure want. He ran his finger around a second time, then sank it in up to the first knuckle without any further prelude.

His Heart moaned and bit into shadows that smothered him, and Rumple smiled before replacing his finger with his tongue. Then he feasted. He licked and sucked, he massaged his thighs, he spread his cheeks, he licked some more, and when that ring of muscle finally relented under his efforts, he speared his tongue inside as far as he could reach.

Unable to withstand the onslaught, his Heart bent a quivering knee up onto the bed. Rumple sank even deeper, and then dissolved his tongue into a shadowed tendril that lapped and curled and stretched him wide. His Heart could barely contain the wild buck of his hips, and he fucked himself on Rumple’s shadows.

Rumple pulled back to watch. Another glistening bead of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his Heart’s cock, and when Rumple reached through from behind and brought it back to taste, they both moaned out loud. He might be the one who needed to imbue his human with shadow magick, but as the velvety fluid coated his tongue and throat, he knew without doubt that the forging of the Heart-Bond worked both ways, and he swallowed greedily.

Shadows filled his Heart on the inside, and Rumple sucked him deep on the outside. Enveloped at both ends, his Heart’s resistance to the inevitable could only last so long, and his whole body stuttered to a tense stop a moment before he came with a cry. His hot release spurted to the back of Rumple’s throat, and he sealed his lips tightly. Each pulse that started in his human ended in Rumple, and he gathered it all safely in his mouth.

When the last of his Heart’s pleasure had been wrung from his body, Rumple set him free and spat his load into his hand.

“Roll over, mein Herz, let me look at you when I take you.” The demand had the desired effect, and despite his heaving chest and sweat-slicked skin, his Heart flopped onto his front before hauling himself onto his back.

The golden thread pooled in the hollow of his throat, and each breath caused it to glint. His Heart smiled a blissful smile, but his insatiable need made itself known when he stretched his arms forward while opening and closing his hands as he grabbed for Rumple. Powerless but to obey, Rumple knee-walked onto the shadowed cot until he was between his spread legs. There, he commanded his shadows wrap around his Heart’s ankles and secure his legs up and over his shoulders.

Perfectly exposed, Rumple dripped the cum in his hand over his shadowed length. In this form it was larger and girthier, but his human was born to be his Shadow Heart, and with the magick that already flowed through his veins, he could take it.

Rumple wiped the remains of the slick over his Heart’s puffy rim, and then pushed his way inside with a long, smooth glide.