Labyrinth Fan Fic Installment 2 NSFW There's sex Mofo!

Jareth awoke with a start. Immediately he burrowed deeper into his goblin spun comforter, shutting his eyes tight. He was trying to lure the dream back. Under the darkness of the blanket he could almost see Sarah’s naked form dancing before him. But with each lunge of her breast and every twist of her hips she faded until there was nothing more than darkness.

Jareth’s cock raged in protest. He moved his hand down to comfort his angry friend. His dick was swollen fit to burst. The smallest movement of his hand caused electricity to shoot up his rigid shaft. Jareth began moving his hand up and down the long length. He tried to imagine that it was not his hand traveling from the head of his cock to the base and back again. It was hers. His cock grew warmer still, throbbing, aching. Jareth tried again to recapture that glorious image of her naked breasts. But soon he realized that her arousing form had escaped him.

Reluctantly he released his swollen cock and let it rest on his belly. Even lying there he could feel its’ gentle throb of his desire.

No sanitized image of Sarah’s perfect body undulating for him would suffice to quell his desire today. Not when he had been so close to the real thing last night. Jareth smiled as his cock gave a jump, like an eager puppy, at the memory. He reached down and patted its’ head and then crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back to reflect on that perfect night.

She had seen him. That meant something. She probably believed he had simply popped into her room in hopes of a quick mind fuck. Jareth chuckled at her naivety but then fell into a somber mood. It was better that she didn’t know the truth. That he was always there. Every time she brought home another. Every time she opened her legs up to someone that wasn’t him; he saw. Every time he had to watch his Sarah choking down on another cock it felt like a form of rape. Yet every time he masochistically made himself stay there and watch. Watch his Sarah being pounded by this man or that. Watch another man where he ought to be. He felt jealousy so acute that it had threatened to tear him apart. Or more precisely it almost caused him to tear apart the parade of stupid men who had no idea how to go about pleasuring an ordinary woman, let alone his goddess.

The handful of times she had seen him was due not to anything he had done, rather her desire for him to be there. She saw through his obfuscation. She saw him watching her. And she had liked it.

His cock jumped again but Jareth continued to ignore it, focusing instead on his reflections.

No matter how many times she turned away from him deep down she knew, the same as he, that they would never find pleasure in another. They were meant to be together. They were destined to spend eternity entangled in each others’ thighs.

He had told her as much the first time she had seen him following that horrible day when she had spurned him. The memory was painful to him, like a wound that you couldn’t stop poking. Though it hurt him, he could not stop himself from proding that memory.

He remembered watching as some middle aged slob writhed around atop her. As usual the anger had been pounding in his ears and he had been indulging in a fantasy of drowning the lumbering oaf in the bog when her voice cut across his thoughts.

“Jareth” she had moaned in his mind.

At first he thought she had seen him but her eyes were still tightly shut. It took him only a second to figure out what had happened. Her mind, always the closed book to him which of course was part of the reason he found her so compelling, had opened up to him. In this moment while she let the pathetic man grind on her she was thinking of him, Jareth. She wanted it to be him instead of this stranger. He had heard her voice in his mind. She wished she could feel Jareth’s mouth on her skin.

And that small wish was all Jareth needed.

He wanted to pounce upon her but he dared not. He had been waiting too long for this moment and Jareth was not going to allow it to be ruined by desirous haste. Instead he mustered all of his restraint, sitting lightly on the bed next to her, and ever so gently kissed her cheek as if she were made of the most delicate glass and might break if he applied too much pressure. Her skin was softer than he had ever dared imagine. And where his lips touched her soft skin burned. Sarah’s breath had caught in her throat. And that small gasp sent ripples of excitement coursing through Jareth.

Hardly daring to breathe Jareth whispered “I am yours eternally, my love.”

For the second time Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. However this time it was not extasy that stopped her breathing. Her eyes popped open and every line upon her body went rigid. She stared wildly around the room. Jareth smiled warmly. He had waited so long for this moment but even as he held his breath in eager anticipation it registered that her eyes were not finding his smile. They just kept darting around the room, freightened. Jareth waved his hand in front of her eyes.

“Sarah” he said loudly.

Still her eyes had continued to search the room, the same paniced look upon her face.

Jareth shook his head to clear it. The image of his Sarah’s panicked face haunted him. It had taken him a long while to understand that Sarah had not wished he was there that night. She had only wished to feel his presence. However when she had felt him on her skin, when she had heard his voice, it scared her so badly that she had carefully guarded herself for a long time to come leaving Jareth in abject misery.

It had taken Jareth years of careful torturous observation before she let her guard slip.

‘It was all worth it’ Jareth thought to himself remembering the previous night. Now she couldn’t deny how good they were together. How natural it felt. How right.

A knock came from the door.

“Enter” Jareth called, in a good mood.

One of his maids came in and curtsied to Jareth. She was a young girl, perhaps 16. It was hard for him to tell with her long dark hair hanging loose around her shoulders. When she dropped her head in deference to him the long cascade all but hid her face. The maid’s hair was precisely the same color as his Sarah’s. In her hands she held a breakfast tray. Jareth waved his hand and she came toward the bed. He sat up and allowed her to place the tray across his lap. Jareth took the cover off his dish and picked up a fresh perfect plump strawberry. He stared at it and imagined the time when he would feed a strawberry exactly like this one to Sarah. How it would look resting on her lips as she bit into it. The juice running across her lips. Jareth smiled.

The maid said “You are in a good mood today sire.” As she stoked the fire.

Jareth continued to look at the strawberry. “I am.”

“Only one thing makes you smile like that sire. Things going well with your lady friend then?” The maid asked. She had stopped tending the fire.

“Yes” Jareth twirled the strawberry by it’s stem trying to decide if the strawberry would make Sarah’s skin more delicious or if her skin would make the strawberry more. But once again the girl interrupted his thoughts.

“That’s good sire. I sure am glad to hear that. I was wondering if there was something wrong with her sire. Not wanting someone like yourself, I mean.”

Annoyance prickled Jareth’s neck.

“She finally admit she loves you sire?”

Jareth’s vision flashed red. When it cleared he looked at his hand to find the strawberry crushed in his palm.

“Oh sire.” The girl cried as she rushed over to the bed. She began wipeing the remains of the strawberry out of his hand with the apron she had tied around her waist. “I’m so sorry sire. That was my fault running me mouth off when I shouldn’t. I’m ever so sorry sire. It’s just I can’t think why a woman would not love you. Why doesn’t she love you sire?”

Jareth’s hands began to shake. Her words rang in his ears ‘why doesn’t she love you?’ and all trace of the happiness that warmed him was gone. Ice pumped from his heart. Icy anger that drowned any other emotion. The anger pumped through him. His nerves were burning in cold fury. His eyes locked onto the girls. Her mouth halted mid sentence. The seconds stretched from one to the next while silence echoed in the room. Then after 2 breathes the maid lept from the side of the bed and began to run for the door. The maid’s sudden movement brought forth the predator in Jareth, the owl. In less than a breath he had thrown off the tray and lept from the bed. The girl screamed as he closed the distance between them. She screamed still louder as Jareth collided with the her, sandwiching her between his body and the door. Quick as a flash he turned the girl around to face him. She began beating at his chest with her arms. Her hands flailed as he grabbed each wrist and pinned them to her side. When she lost control of her limbs she began throwing her body from side to side, desperately trying to escape his clutches.

She struggled against him feeding his rage. Blood turned cold with anger filled his neglected cock, making it ache. Jareth felt that anger within him like a poison. A poison he must expel if he were to survive. Jareth shifted his grip on the girl and grabbed her around the waist. He threw her over his shoulder. The impact of his shoulder knocked the breath out of her momentairily but she soon began screaming again. Hitting his back and kicking at his chest.

Jareth threw her onto the bed so roughly she bounced four times before coming to rest. Tears were running down her face and she scooted away from him on the bed. She was mouthing the words “Please sire” over and over again but no sound came out. Just a low strangled kind of noise. Her fear fed Jareth’s rage.

He lunged at her. She threw herself sideways and tried to crawl away off the far end of the massive bed but Jareth grabbed her by the ankle. He pulled her backward until her ass was nestled into his crotch. She tried to crawl forward again but Jareth snaked his hand up, grabbed her by her hair and pushed her face down into the bed. Quick as thought Jareth ripped the girl’s skirts open with his spare hand. And with no preamble then slammed his rigid cock deep into the girls pussy.

The maid ceased to exisit. Jareth gave himself over to the anger and the fury that he kept so pent up within him for so long. All the anger he felt towards Sarah for spuring his love. All of the rejection. All of the bitterness. All the rage of being helpless in her grasp. He wanted it out of him. He threw his hips forward and pumped as he felt the poison consolidating within him. And with a rage so solid Jareth felt it would choke the life from him he felt the poison explode from him. He screamed as it pumped from him. He screamed until there was nothing left. He felt cleansed. Renewed. Relieved of it’s burdon.

There was a muffled cry into the bed. Jareth became aware that the maid had been the receiving end of his purge. He pulled himself free from her and then rolled over on the bed. He waved and hand and told her to leave. The girl crawled off the bed and without a word walked to the door, reaching behind her to pull her ripped dress shut. She turned and curtsied before she disappeared through the door.

Jareth didn’t think for a long while. He stared into nothingness and thought of nobody. He simply basked in the glow of his cleanse. Eventually though thoughts did penetrate his blissful silence. And the first was remorse. That girl had done nothing to him but try to comfort him. And what had he done? Raped her. Well he couldn’t apologize. That just wouldn’t be fitting. But he decided to make sure she was at least alright. If she needed medical attention he should make sure a Docglin would see her. It wouldn’t be the first time he had hurt someone when he had these rages.

Jareth twisted his hand and out of nothing he pulled a bubble which rested lightly upon his fingertips. Jareth gazed at the image in the bubble.

In the bubble the maid he had just mercilessly raped was sitting in a corridor. There were three other maids crowded around her. Jareth imposed his will on one of the other maids to make the girl ask “Are you hurt?”

Jareth’s surprise the maid lifted her head and smiled. She lifted a cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag. “Nah.” She said still smiling. “Though I tell you he’s a big boy, if you know what I mean. Could’ve put me eye out he could!”

The maids all giggled. One said “You shouldn’t get him angry you know! He could hurt you!”

The girl he had raped replied “Trust that he did hurt me a bit. But the good way, you know? Besides it’s worth it. I have to get him good and angry. It’s the only way he’ll look at me. Well that and…” and the girl reached up and pulled on her hair. To Jareth’s shock her long dark hair pulled free.

The girl he raped instantly looked 10 years older. Her dirty blonde hair emphasized the wrinkles in her face. She scratched her nails through her hair and said “He don’t like blondes like me. He likes em dark with long hair.”

The oldest of the maids said as she snactched the wig from the maid he had raped hands“Maybe I’ll borrow that from you sometime. I wouldn’t mind takeing a go at the Master.” She giggled.

The maid he had raped grabbed it back. “Get your own wig. But I tell you it’s dead easy. You just got to check his morning sheets. See if he hasn’t… you know… dirtied them. If he hasn’t he will be on edge and ready to go. Just say something about that tart of his not loving him and he’ll be inside you in a matter of seconds. Just make sure you scream a lot and make it look real or he won’t be interested.”

Jareth’s blood turned to ice. He threw the bubble and it crashed against the wall. It’s pieces changing to mist and dissolving.

“Used” he said to himself. “Sarah uses me to fulfill her desires while denying me mine and even my maids use me for their own amusement.”

Jareth pushed himself out of the bed and walked to the window. As he stood naked before the rising sun his kingdom stretched out endlessly before him. The rising sun creating dark shadows that filled his labrynth. Unbidden pride swelled within Jareth’s chest. He looked down at the village surrounding his castle. He saw his goblin’s already beginning their day, toiling for him. For him.

Standing there Jareth remembered something. He was not some smitten school boy to have his heart crushed beneath his sweetheart’s boot. He was not helpless. Not to her or to anyone. He was the King of the Goblins. He was Lord of the Labrynth. He would make her love him. He would bend her will to suit his if he must but he was done being her puppet. She would be his. She would love him. She had no other option.