Sunday Smut Labyrinth Installment 4

Labyrinth Installment 4 (If you haven't read the first 3, check out the achieves!)


A dwarf was cutting up an apple with his knife. He sat on the stone floor leaning against 2 large intricately carved doors. The doors showed a mural depicting a beautiful woman with golden hair receiving the adoration of several dwarves. The dwarf on the floor seemed a living part of the mural, situated as he was at the woman’s feet. The dwarf took no notice of the mural and had eyes for nothing other than his apple which he cut large chunks from and shoved eagerly into his mouth. He took no notice of a clear bubble that floated through the window.

The bubble hovered beside the dwarf for a few seconds before drifting down to rest on the floor before the large double doors. The moment the bubble touched the floor it popped and in a rushing of material and feathers Jareth materialized.

The dwarf dropped his apple, knife still poking out from it, and jumped up. He grabbed his spear which he had propped up against the door and tried to stand at attention. Jareth could not suppress a small sneer. This dwarf reminded Jareth of another dwarf he had once known. A dwarf who had ruined his plans and helped Sarah escape his Labyrinth. From that day on Jareth had never been able to look at dwarves in quite the same way. They aroused anger in him. A shame that they were his sister’s subjects.

“Lord Jareth.” The dwarf guarding the double doors croaked. Small pieces of apple launched from his mouth as he spoke. At least Jareth was shielded from the flying debris when the dwarf bent his small body in half, attempting a lordly bow.

Jareth waved his hand dismissively. “I have come to see my sister.”

The dwarf jerked himself upright. “I’m, uh, sorry sir, but The Queen of the Dwarves is, uh, busy, yeah that’s it! She’s busy at the moment.” The dwarf was clearly trying to remember what he had been instructed to say. The prospect of discussing anything with the guard dwarf was absurd and Jareth merely brushed past him and pushed open the doors to his sister’s Throne Room.

Her Throne Room was the same as ever. The stone walls hung with red velvet. The floors were covered in brightly decorated thick plush rugs. On the rugs were little islands of pillows. Blue flames burned in braziers on either side of the room, filling it with a thin white veil of smoke. Jareth recognized it as Fairy Fire, the smoke of which could reach into minds and ensnare them, making them malleable to the force of will. Against the far wall was his sister on her throne. Though throne was hardly the term Jareth thought of when he gazed upon it.

Their mother had given a throne to each Jareth and Lilith when they had won their respective kingdoms. Each designed by their mother to best compliment her children. Jareth’s a marble curved throne, unfurling like a scroll. Lilith’s a jewel inlaid golden seat the exact color of her hair. Jareth loved his throne but Lilith had long since replaced her’s with one of her own design. Luxuriously upholstered in the deepest crimson and as big as a bed with another bed behind it, it looked like an oversized couch. Lilith had claimed to their mother that it was far more comfortable than the throne of gold for her to receive her subjects. And receive her subjects in it, she did. The throne could easily seat 10 dwarves side by side with their queen, though at the moment Jareth only saw 5 upon the throne. Or perhaps better stated, upon Lilith.

Lilith was laying naked flat on her back upon the throne. Scattered over her body Jareth saw 5 naked dwarf asses thrusting forward and back. It took Jareth a moment to discern what was happening. His sister seemed to be the epicenter of a dwarf cock storm. He could not see her face because there one dwarf was perched, his long fingers grasping his Queen’s hair while he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. He grunted on every other thrust. One dwarf appeared to be just sitting on her stomach but then he shifted slightly and Jareth could see he actually had his little penis stuck between Lilith’s breasts and was humping them breathlessly. Another sat beside Lilith and squeezed her tit’s together, tightly pinching her nipples while he rubbed his hard-on against her side. He looked as happy as he could be. Further down 2 dwarves were ass to ass while one pounded into her pussy while the other slammed her ass.

Jareth waited a moment but none of them seemed aware that he had entered. He raised his hand to his mouth and let out a small cough.

The quivering mass of flesh beneath the dwarves bodies stopped its movement. The dwarves themselves continued to slam into her as if they weren’t disturbed in the least by Jareth’s presence. Jareth hard a wet smack of lips and his sister’s face appeared beside a dwarf’s ass.

“Brother!” she said in surprise

“Sister.” Jareth replied flatly.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. She sounded genuinely happy to see him.

The dwarf next to her face began masturbating frantically, his cock still inches from her mouth. Lilith took no notice. Jareth rolled his eyes. “I came to discuss an issue of great importance. However I seem to have interrupted you during your gymnastics practice. I can return at another time if you would prefer.”

“Oh no need.” She clapped her hands and immediately the dwarves all ceased what their thumping. They climbed off of her and down from the throne and stood in a straight line with their hands behind their backs, naked except for their hats, their penis’s all standing straight out and shining slightly in the light from the torches. “I want to talk to my brother for a bit. I want those,” she pointed down the row at the dwarves erections “just as hard when you come back in here. Do you understand?”

“Yes my Lady.” The said in their gravely voices in unison. Then without another word they turned and rushed from the room.

Lilith reached behind her and grabbed a long scarf that she draped across her. The scarf did little to obscure her form. Jareth could still see every detail beneath the material. The curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the rosy hard circles of her nipples, the golden tangle at the top of her legs. “Shall I wait while you dress?”

“Don’t be silly! I am dressed.” She said merrily as she secured a knot behind her neck and reclined back into a large pillow.

“I thought you might not be finished.” Jareth muttered.

“When did you become such a prude?” Lilith laughed. “You’ll never get Stacy…”

“Sarah” Jareth corrected.

“Sarah, Stacy, mortal, whatever.” Lilith rolled her eyes. “Anyway you will never get her if you don’t get a little creative. Perhaps if Stacy…”

Jareth laughed. “Is that what you were just doing with your subjects? Getting creative?”

Lilith sat up straight. As Jareth watched she arranged her face into one of complete innocence and said poured much dignity into her words “I make no excuses or apologies for my actions. I want what I want when I want it. I see nothing to be gained by waiting and denying my gratification. My good brother has shown me an exceptional example of that. Besides waiting is for lesser being. Not us.”

“Enough.” Jareth raised his hand and she fell silent. Immediately her face twisted into a scowl. Lilith had always envied him that power. It gave him the ability to always have the last word. Jareth smiled. “I did not come to discuss yours or my love lives.”

His sister crossed her arms in frustration. Jareth lowered his hand and immediately she retorted. “Then why are you here? Come just to ruin my day? Because you can go now if that was your intent. Mission accomplished.”

Jareth said calmly “I came because of your spy.”

A small blush appeared in Lilith’s cheeks. She uncrossed her arms and figited with a thread in her lap.“Opps!” She said. “You found her, didn’t you? Well I suppose I’m sorry.”

“Opps?” Jareth couldn’t believe her. “You broke the family truce. You risk war with my kingdom. You undermine me and plant a traitor in my realm, in my own castle, and all you can say for yourself is Opps?”

She smiled warmly. “And sorry don’t forget! I did say sorry. But in all fairness you were never supposed to find out about her. She was just supposed to slip into your little labyrinth, stay out of the way and then scurry on back here like the little mouse that she is. Where is she anyway?”

“You’re rat is caught in a trap at the moment.” Jareth said.

No outward sign of concern showed on her face. She just asked “Is she alright?”

“She’s being punished.” Jareth studied his sister as he spoke. “But she will survive. She may need some time to recover before she travels though.”

“Good.” His sister’s face was a mask. She was clearly trying to hide her relief. So the spy had been telling the truth. She meant something to his sister. That was interesting.

“Care to tell me why you placed someone in my castle to spy for you?” Jareth asked.

Lilith’s face broke and when she looked at him there was something like pity in her eyes. As if she felt sorry for him. Jareth searched her face for signs of insincerity but there was nothing. She smiled sadly and said “Oh my dear brother. I would never seek war with you. I did not break the family truce. I placed the spy within your walls but not out of animosity. I did it for the same reason mother has a spy in your castle. Because we are both worried about you.”

The scene flashed red and Jareth had to force himself to take a deep breath. He could not control his hands which began shaking slightly. Jareth had to reach deep within to muster the resolve to not scream his next words at his sister. “Pardon me. Did you say I have more spies in my realm?”

Lilith stood and reached out to Jareth taking his hands in hers. The moment she took his hand Jareth’s shaking ceased. He allowed her to steer him to the side of her throne next to her. “Just one more.” She said. Jareth could hear the truth in his sister’s voice.

Jareth could barely think. He had to wrench the word from his mouth. “Mother’s.”

Lilith gently pushed him down to sit on the edge of her throne. She sat down beside him still holding his hands gently. “Yes. Mother’s. And before you start formulating a plan to discover who the spy is, stop. You will never find their identity. You know that. Mother would have made sure of it. So there is no point in getting angry. No point in worrying over it.”

“I have been betrayed.” Jareth’s words were bitter. He did not see his sister raise her hand and was very surprised when she smacked him hard across the face. Jareth attempted to react but he felt his sister’s will holding him in his seat. He looked down at the hand she still held. He had been so shocked by his family’s betrayal he had allowed her to touch his skin. His sister’s powers were strongest when she could touch her victim. Jareth concentrated hard and was just able to tear his hand from hers. He felt the pressure cease immediately.

“Get a hold of yourself Jareth.” She said. “You haven’t been betrayed by anyone. Well not by your family in any case. We did it because we are worried about you Jareth. No other reason. We wanted to know what was wrong. You won’t talk to us. You aren’t yourself lately. You don’t attend balls. You never come round. You spend all your time pining over some mortal who’s humiliated you. You have stopped seeking a wife. You seem completely uninterested in siring an heir for your kingdom. Even you must admit that the old Jareth would have simply killed my Michelle and have done with it. Instead you, what? Dipped her in the bog? Stuck her in your oubliette?”

Her words cut Jareth. Each slicing him deeper and deeper. Through the pain of her statements he realized his sister had brought the conversation back to Michelle. She wanted to know what he had done to her. Lilith cared what became of the woman. Anger turned his blood cold. In that moment he wanted to hurt his sister. To make her experience some of the pain he was feeling. He conjured upon his fingertips a bubble. Jareth smiled bitterly and blew the bubble towards her.

It drifted gently close enough for Lilith to gaze into its depths. In the bubble she saw Michelle bent in half at the waist. Her head and shoulders were encased in a wooden stockade. Clumps of hair stuck out in matted chunks all over her head. Though you could not hear what was going on it was clear that she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Every few seconds she would seem to choke and struggle for breath. Jareth knew that the fumes of the Bog had overtaken her at these times. A barrel of ale had been placed under the woman’s stomach. Her torso rested uncomfortably upon it. Her dress was ripped and already very dirty but getting dirtier from the hands of the tall goblin who stood behind her grinding. Michelle let out a particularly vicious looking scream and the goblin laughed, and smacked her ass so hard it immediately brought up a bruise.

Lilith reached up and touched the image. It popped as if it were an ordinary bubble. For a moment pain showed clearly upon her face. Then it was gone and she turned, glared at her brother. “There was no need for all of that.”

Jareth spat “I disagree.”

Lilith waved her hand and persisted as if she hadn’t been disturbed by the vision. “Regardless you know what I said is true. Even if you don’t want to admit it. You need to think of the future. Not dwell in the past. Find someone new. Anyone. Any of the immortal court would give their teeth to be your bride. I know an elven princess from the Northern Realm. Or a nymphomaniac Duchess in my realm. For the love of your kingdom just let that girl go! She disgraces you. She humiliates you. Your subjects will never accept a mortal as your wife. What you seek is a fantasy. She can not rule by your side. She controls you. Everyone can see it but you. She calls and you jump. She has you on a string brother! Why can you not see it?”

Anger surged in Jareth. Part of him wanted to wrap his fingers around his sister’s throat and squeeze until he could no longer hear her voice. He stood up and walked away from her to lessen the temptation. Her words rang in his ears. Half formed thoughts floated across his mind. What does she… How could she… But still a small part of him heard the truth in her word. The longer he went without refuting her accusations the more weight they seemed to have.

Jareth was paralyzed by the confusing mixture of emotions he was experiencing. For the first time in his long life he did not know what to do or say.

Then a voice cut through his confused fog. A voice more precious to him than his jewels, or his castle, or even his kingdom.

“Jareth” Sarah’s voice filled Lilith’s throne room and reverberated off the walls.

“Ah.” Lilith voice was as cold as ice. “She commands your presence I see. Better get going then. Mustn’t keep her waiting.”

Her words aroused no anger in Jareth’s breast this time. Not when Sarah wanted him. Instead he smiled at his sister and said “Jealousy does not become you sister.” Then he disappeared leaving behind only a quick glimpse of a burst bubble.

“Nor does stupidity become you brother.” Lilith said. She reflected for a moment upon the sad state of affairs her brother found himself in. Then she sighed and clapped her hands.

The 5 dwarves returned to the room, running forward and standing in a line before her.

“You.” Lilith pointed at the dwarf who had been attending her breasts. “Michelle is being held in my brother’s bog. Go and bring her back to me.” Immediately the still naked dwarf turned and ran from the room.

“Would you like the rest of us M’lady?” the shortest of the dwarves asked her.

Lilith considered for a moment and then said “I suppose so.”

She reached behind her neck and pulled on the knotted material. It came loose and fell away as she lay back on the bed. The dwarves rubbed their hands together expectantly and then jumped on the bed.

Lilith’s last thought before 3 cocks filled her holes and distracted her was “Enjoy her my brother. You will find out soon enough.”