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  “Great and generous? I have never heard myself described like that.” She giggled. Boy, was she tired.

  “My cousin speaks endlessly of your devotion to providing her with the sustenance she craves.”

  “Oh, you mean the cum?”

  “Indeed. Since our family was cursed to remain in their ponds and streams, it has been a struggle for each of us to get the foods that we need to survive.”

  “What do you need?”

  “Innocence. In my previous life, I was a rampant seducer of women. Only when innocent women bathe safely in my waters do I feel sated.”

  “Oh, so my suggestion may not have been the most prudent.”

  The genuine amusement on his translucent face shone through. “I will make sure to select my ‘lover’ carefully.”

  “Please do so. I wouldn’t care to have brought any harm to one of your family.”

  A genteel bow from the waist acknowledged her admonition. “Rest now. I will watch over you and your unicorn as you sleep.”

  She turned her head to see to her astonishment that Drygan had set up camp, using the implements in the bag. A small fire had been set and her cloak spread out near enough to the fire to feel the heat, but not near enough to burn her.

  With a smile, she took his hand and let him lead her to their bed. She snuggled tightly against him, watching the flickering of the fire. Drygan must have trusted the pond spirit indeed to sleep with his back to him.

  It was with the feeling of safety and the comfort of arms around her that she fell asleep. This was truly the only way to travel.

  Chapter Five

  The slow and steady ride home continued. For someone who had not ridden before, she was perversely proud of her new equestrian skills. Each day was easier than the next; she was nearly sorry that they were almost to her home.

  They were approaching the depths of the last forest before they reached her village when a small creature moved to block their path.

  “Halt, Nakedella! I would speak to you.” The voice was that of an adult male, but the body was considerably smaller. Drygan’s hooves came perilously close to the little man as he expressed his impatience at the interruption in their travel.

  “Why do you stop us?”

  “I wish to ask you to add me to your client list.”

  This was too odd. “What?”

  “I have had trouble finding a lover, and wish to add myself to your client list until I can find one.” His tone was completely matter-of-fact.

  “Uh, sir? I am not sure if you are equipped for that, given your stature.”

  He sighed heavily and simply dropped his trousers. “I am a giant.”

  She eyed his massive erection and tiny frame and lifted one blonde eyebrow. “A giant? Really?”

  He had the grace to blush. “All right. I am a half-giant.”

  “Yes, I can see which half.” She dismounted and looked over at her steed. “Drygan, would you mind?”

  He shook his head, bringing his horn perilously close to the half-giant as he gave her his grudging agreement.

  She knelt and caressed the face of her would-be lover. “What is your name?”

  “Garry.”

  She fought to keep a straight face. “Garry the half-giant?”

  “Yes. My mother was a giant, and my father was a dwarf who liked tall women.” He crossed his arms defensively, but left his pants around his ankles.

  She murmured in her throat, desperately trying not to smile. This was a serious matter for him. It had taken a great deal of courage to stop a woman on a unicorn and proposition her.

  “I am sorry, Garry, I am not taking on additional clients right now. In fact, my current clientele has been abandoned while I was on my quest.”

  His expression crumpled in disappointment. Apparently he had imagined that his endowments would sway her.

  Without warning, she wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and darted her head forward to suck the head of his bulbous cock into her mouth.

  He fell backwards with surprise and his feet tangled in his trousers. She pressed her advantage and followed him. He was far too large to fit completely in her mouth, but she worked at him diligently with her tongue and both hands.

  He groaned as she created suction around the sensitive head of his cock. It was long minutes of slurping and sucking, but she finally brought him to his climax.

  The amount of cum that shot out of his member forced her back, and she landed on her butt. Pearly drops clung to her lips, and she wiped them off.

  She cleared her throat and took advantage of his distraction to finish informing him, “As I was about to say, Molly at the Poisoned Apple Inn has a fondness for men of your ample attributes. I think she might be willing to consider taking you on.”

  “What? Molly?” The foolish grin on his face was heartwarming.

  “Yes, Molly. Her real name is Matilda, but she prefers Molly.” She sat back on her heels and waited until he reassembled his clothing.

  “Molly at the Poisoned Apple?”

  “Yep.”

  “And you think she will take me on?”

  “Well, I think that she will look beyond your height and into your pants…” She giggled, and it was a relief to see Garry swagger off down the path.

  Molly would greet him with style and charm and, only after the formalities of hospitality, would throw herself at him.

  Just as she was rising to her feet, a pixie flew past her face and dropped an envelope into her lap.

  The words were gilded and glittered with the burn of magic.

  Dear Nakedella,

  I am happy to report that your advice and the demonstration that you and your unicorn gave me were successful. The princess was pleased, and I was as well.

  I recall promising you payment, but as you are on your way home, I will have to send you to one of my agents to collect.

  Please find enclosed a map to the home of a friend of mine who will provide you with compensation for your valuable services.

  Thank you,

  Prince Mertwin Val Newlik

  P.S. She tastes even better than you do. And you did taste lovely.

  “Well, Drygan.” She sighed and waved away the pixie that was staring at her breasts. It was persistent, so she swatted it with the letter. “Do you mind making a small stop?”

  He heaved a deep sigh himself and waited for her directions.

  Chapter Six

  The palace that they approached was beyond anything that Ella had seen before. It was a cluster of graceful spires scraping the vault of the sky with gleeful abandon.

  The colors were majestic and rich, each spire a different jewel tone against the azure backdrop.

  The gates were a heavy gold that swung ponderously open at their proximity. A gatekeeper waved them in, and Nakedella couldn’t help but stare at the beauty of the woman who wore the livery of the owner of the castle.

  It was solid gold. All the frogging, the clasps, the tunic and the trousers were made of cloth-of-gold.

  “You are expected. Please go on to the main keep.” She bowed low, her cleavage shown to advantage in her low-cut tunic and her ruby hair spilling across her shoulders.

  “Thank you.”

  She had to kick Drygan a few times to get him to keep moving, but eventually he did. Apparently the jewel tone extended to the owner of the palace’s servants. Another ivory and ruby woman awaited them at the main doors to the keep.

  “He has been waiting for you. This way, please, Nakedella.” Her golden clothing led the way, glinting in the dimness every time the sunlight crept through the windows.

  It was quite a few twisting turns later that led Nakedella and her guide into the throne room.

  “Rumpel! How have you been?” She grinned at the twisted figure in the throne and rushed forward to greet him.

  “Wonderful, Nakedella! Do you like my servants? I made them myself.” He rose to accept her embrace, giving her a hearty squeeze and a pat on the butt before re
leasing her.

  She looked over at the ruby and ivory guide that had brought her in. “I thought they looked familiar.”

  He looked fondly at her. “They should. I modeled the bodies on you.”

  “They are carved and woven from jewels?”

  “Well, of course they are.” He looked offended. “I had to do something with all that gold that I spun out of straw.”

  “How foolish of me. I am sorry.” They glared at each other for a moment, then burst into laughter.

  “Ah, I have missed you, Ella.” He waved his hand and another set of servants brought forward a table with two chairs. They continued their circuits, and before long had loaded the table with all manners of foodstuffs.

  “They are truly splendid, Rumpel.”

  “Yes, they are. But a poor imitation of the original Ella.”

  It struck her then that Rumpelstiltskin was the only man, with the exception of Drygan, to call her by her actual name. Though recently Antonio, the troll, had as well.

  “So, you helped Mertwin get laid at last?” He held a chair out for her to sit and she took her place.

  “Apparently.” One of the servants loaded her plate for her and placed it squarely in front of her. “Are you the agent that he referred to?”

  “I am, and I have just the thing for your reward.”

  “It isn’t another clockwork dildo, is it?”

  “What? No!” He laughed so hard that he choked lightly on the wine that he was drinking. “I had thought to give you a more practical gift, considering your occupation.”

  She had missed him as well. He always made her smile. “Body lotion, then?”

  “Just eat your dinner. I will tell you later.”

  “Are you feeding my unicorn?”

  “Yes, of course. Although to tell you honestly, the thought of you on a unicorn startled me somewhat.”

  “How do you think I felt when a werewolf showed up at my door and asked me to uncurse him?” She laughed, and in a moment they were discussing her adventures with Alak and Drygan, and the long and arduous journey that had led her to this part of the forest.

  They were both laughing when the servants came in and cleared the table. She had to admit to a certain amount of curiosity when they brought in Rumpel’s spinning wheel, and she said as much.

  “This is for your reward.” He settled on a small stool near the wheel and gestured for her to approach.

  “Is it going to hurt?” The wheel began to whirr under his hands and his foot took up a steady beat.

  “No. I am just going to replace that lovely golden hair on your head with gold that can be exchanged for goods and services.”

  “What?”

  “When I am done, you will be able to take off a single hair and have it transform into gold pieces.”

  Her eyes widened in surprise and she took her place next to him on the floor. A short, sharp tug on her hair and his magic began to fly through the air to weave into her strands. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her knees, letting her chin rest on them. Hours passed.

  She could hear the heavy breathing of her host and she began to get concerned. Rumpelstiltskin was never in the best of health, and had been one of her first clients. It was the gentle companionship that he craved. That, and a child.

  When the woman that he had contracted an adoption with had betrayed him and refused to honor it, he had retreated to his castle and apparently given up hope.

  That he was willing to expend his failing energy for her benefit was heartwarming in the extreme.

  Her head felt heavy, the locks thicker and more luxurious as he finished the weaving of her hair into gold.

  At last the whirring stopped, and she turned to look at him. His face was grey and his hands were shaking.

  “Rumpel! Attendants, come quickly!” And just like that, a dozen of his creatures filled the room.

  “Take him to his bedchamber and make him comfortable, quickly.” She kept a watchful eye on him as they stripped him off gently and tucked him into bed.

  “Why did you do it, Rumpel? There had to have been hundreds of items that you could have thrown at me.” Tears formed in her eyes as she took his frail and withered hand. “Why expend your magic for me?”

  “Because if you didn’t deserve a break from your own life, no one did. This way, you need never fear for your livelihood. It was the least that I could do for you.”

  “You didn’t owe me anything.”

  “No, but I wanted to give this to you.” His strength was returning rapidly. He squeezed her hand and lay back to sleep. “Now, go on. Get on your unicorn and return to your home. You can always return for a visit, I promise you.”

  “You will send for me if your health fails any more?”

  “Yes, my dear. I will.” His eyes fluttered shut and he breathed heavily in the rhythm of slumber.

  It was a brilliantly-hued Nakedella that left the castle of Rumpelstiltskin; a tired and somber one, though. Drygan did not attempt to distract her from her mood, he simply continued the journey back to her home.

  Her mood had still not lightened by the time they crossed the main street of the village and she remained quiet until they were back to her cottage in the woods.

  She snuggled into the human arms of her lover and explained her experience at the castle. He listened intently and then gave her the words that she had so longed to hear. “You have to do what will make you happy. That can change on any given day, but it has to come from within you.”

  She kissed Drygan deeply and gave him a brilliant smile, her hands roaming over his body with joy and enthusiasm. “That is just what I needed to hear.”

  Epilogue

  A familiar knock sounded at her door just as she had snuggled deeply into Drygan’s embrace for the night.

  A muffled voice reached her through the door. “Nakedella! He’s asleep again…”

  She turned to kiss the unicorn, who was looking both sexy and confused. “Sorry, love, I have to go to work.”

  Viola Grace

  Viola Grace is a proud Winnipegger, living in Manitoba, Canada. She has written all her life, but only recently begun to show her work in public.

  Her favorite things are sci-fi/fantasy and avoiding housework.