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.”

Labyrinth FanFic Installment 3 Sunday Smut! NSFW

A knock resonated through the Throne Room.

Jareth answered it with a commanding “Enter.”

Two goblins entered frog marching a human girl between them. The goblins armor made a cacophony of metallic chinks and clunks as they marched. In their hands they clutched short staffs topped by sharp lethal spikes. The goblins themselves might have been comical with their oversized armor and mismatched weaponry but Jareth knew better. Goblins by nature were vicious, barbaric creatures prone to drunkenness and fits of rage. It made ruling over their species tedious, with the endless bickering and in-fighting. But Jareth endured all the headaches. The benefits of his subjects’ obedience far outweighed any annoyances Jareth might be forced to endure. Goblins men were fierce fighters that never questioned or disobeyed an order. Their loyalty was absolute. The women made able and energetic servants and served Jareth in most aspects of his life. Goblins themselves had no magic save one ability. They could hear wishes. Jareth had made ample use of their one talent over the years. Goblins were extremely susceptible to magic. In particular, his, magic. Jareth smiled to himself as these two approached his throne. Their armor continuing to creak and groan until the goblins came to a halt grabbing the girl roughly by the arm and forcing her to stop as well.

“The 4th maid of the chambers as you requested M’Lord.” The goblin to Jareth’s right heralded. His oversized lips making the goblin’s words come out soft and babyish.

“Yes, yes.” Jareth said waving his hand. “You may leave.”

The goblins quickly turned and double time marched from the room.

“All of you.” Jareth commanded. From every corner of the room there were hushed whispers and the sounds of small bodies shuffling. The noise ended abruptly with the sound of a small door shutting.

Sitting on his throne Jareth regarded the girl. Though girl was hardly the right term. Without the wig up close she looked at least 20 years older. He couldn’t believe he had been fooled. When first he realized the maid’s duplicity he had thought the girl might have tricked him with a minor glamour or a charm but one look at her and it was easy to surmise that the maid had no more magic than his subjects. Was it simply his own desire that had fooled his eyes? It was possible, Jareth concluded, but not probable.

The maid stood head bowed, eyes appropriately downcast. Her expression full of anxiety. Jareth studied the woman. Her hands fidgeted with her apron. He saw the crease on her forehead. The tilt of her head. She exuded nervous energy. It really was quite convincing. However Jareth could just make out the ever so slight smile at the corners of mouth. Had her life taken a different course Jareth had no difficulty in imagining her upon the stage and he her patron.

So apparently she was pleased with herself. Perhaps she though he had called her here to apologize. To grovel before her and beg her for absolution. In that little glint of a smile Jareth could see her plan laid out before her. It disturbed him that this woman had a plan at all. She was supposed to be a maid. Who was she?

“What is your name?” Jareth asked. His eyes continued to roam across her form.

The maid hesitated ever so slightly before answering. The effect was wasted upon Jareth. He heard the deliberateness of that hesitation. “Maggie sire.” Her voice quavered delicately.

“Don’t lie to me.” Jareth warned her.

“S..sire?” The maid seemed confused.

“What is your name?” Jareth asked again.

“I’m sorry sire. I told you. Me names Maggie.” The confusion in her voice was so genuine as was the gentle tremble of her chin. Jareth felt it tug at his heart. So she wasn’t just some scheming maid. She was a skilled liar indeed.

Jareth let out a sigh. “And I told you. You are lying.”

“I’m not m’lord. Me name’s Maggie. On me mother’s bones sire.”

“If you insist, Maggie, but I will hold you to that oath.” Jareth saw fear cloud the maid’s eyes but the next instant they were clear again. “Maggie, I have a problem.” Jareth said.

The maid’s eyes darted towards his face for a fraction of a second. “What’s that m’lord?”

“I have come across a situation that I simply don’t know how to handle. I’ve been mulling it over all day and I just can’t figure it out. I was hoping you might help me.”

The maids face shifted from innocent confusion to bewilderment. Almost rehearsed. “Me, sire?”

“Yes, you Maggie. You’re good at helping people when they need it, aren’t you?” Jareth tilted his head slightly to the side and smiled at the maid.

The maid stammered “I.. I try, m’lord.”

Jareth sank back into his throne. He threw an arm over one side of the giant curved arm of the throne and he let his leg dangle over the other side. “Oh you need not convince me of that. I know how very… helpful… you can be.” He laid delicate emphasis on the word ‘helpful’. The maid’s gaze followed the line of his body, flashing hungrily when her eyes rested on his crotch. “Which is, of course, why I wanted your opinion.”

This time true confusion showed plainly upon the maid’s face.

Jareth pushed himself up from his throne and approached the maid. “You see, I have been deceived.”

“Deceived?” The maid seemed to have blurted it out without thinking because for a brief second she looked angry with herself. But in a flash her face was rearranged into a somber and curious expression. “I mean. Deceived sire?

So she had a script and she hadn’t stuck to it. That was interesting. Jareth had closed the distance between them and began walking in a slow deliberate circle around her.

“Yes, deceived, dear… Maggie. See I try to be a just and fair ruler, not only to the goblins in my charge, but also the humans whom I allow so graciously to live within my kingdom. I want them to feel like the realm of the Labyrinth is their home. That they are safe within its walls. I want them to feel like I keep them safe. I want every subject to feel a personal connection to me. I want to be more than just their King, Lord and Master. I want to be their protector too. That each night they sleep easy because they feel my presence, my arms, wrapped around them, making sure that no harm befalls them.” As he described the sensations he focused upon the maid so that she might feel what he was describing. “I want them to hear my voice whispering in their ears telling them ‘You are safe.’” She had felt his arms around her, his breath on her ear. “Do you know what I mean?” Jareth came to a halt before the maid. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were slightly out of focus. After a lingering second the maid shook her head and her eyes cleared.

“I uh..I do…sire.” The maid said. Her tone was not that of a girl coming out of the light trance Jareth had wound through her brain with his words. Her tone was that of a soldier who had been caught neglecting their duties. How interesting. What had he caught? He could see her muscles were rigid. She would fight his influence and resist his trance. But she was too slow to hide her weakness from him. Jareth had already seen her undoing. Her desire. The unformed wish upon her lips. He had power over her and her flimsy will would not stand before him. He began circling her again.

“You see… Maggie, how hard I try. You see how my every thought and every action are for no other purpose than to protect my subjects. It is difficult. A life full of unfulfillment. A life of denying my wants and my desires for the sake of others. A life of loneliness and longing. To forever be tormented by that which is just beyond your fingertips. I know you understand me. I know you understand longing. I feel it within you.”

Jareth poured more than enough power into his words. This time when he stopped in front of her, her eyes remained slightly out of focus and her mouth hung limp. Jareth waved his hand in front of the woman’s face. Her eyes remained relaxed and unfocused. Jareth regarded the woman. She had made an effort to fight his magic. That took special training.

“Tell me your name.” Jareth commanded.

Without hesitation the maid said “Michelle.”

“Who do you work for Michelle?” Jareth asked. Discovering a spy within his castle walls was disconcerting but Jareth had many enemies. He must know who had been able to slip this past his watch.

“Lilith.” Michelle said. The words came out thickly, as if her tongue had fought revealing the truth even if her brain was his.

“Show me your wrist.” Jareth commanded. Michelle held her hand up. Jareth grabbed the sleeve of her dress and yanked it roughly down revealing the inside of her wrist. There, raised from the skin, was a small spiral brand. Jareth ran his finger slowly over the scarred skin.

“Ahh. And did you report our last encounter to her?” Jareth was both relieved and annoyed by this turn of events.

The girl’s voice was as distant as her eyes. “No.”

“Good. That makes things much simpler.” Jareth said and he clapped his hands. The woman blinked her eyes trying to bring them back into focus. At the same moment the Throne Room’s doors pushed open and the two goblin guards rushed in resuming their positions on either side of the woman. Jareth turned from the woman and returned to his throne. The woman blinked her eyes a few more times and closed her mouth as if she had just become aware that it was hanging open. After a second her eyes began darting around the room suspiciously. She knew something had happened but she didn’t know what. She could not remember. Jareth’s trance had been too strong.

Jareth smiled languorously at the woman as he seated himself. “You have proven most helpful Michelle.” At the mention of her name fear was plainly readable upon her face.

“S.sire?”

Jareth held up his hand. “Spare me your act. You have been caught. I will not kill you. It’s not worth the headache Lilith would inflict upon me. However I do not suffer spies in my land. Even if they are my sister’s property.” Jareth clapped his hands again and the goblins grabbed each of her arms. Michelle struggled to throw off the goblins hands, but they held her firm in their vice-like grip.

Jareth stood and walked to the balcony window that overlooked his kingdom. The goblin guards dragged the woman behind him. She began resisting, trying to pull away from her captors but their hands were like iron and could not be budged.

Jareth raised his hands to the world beyond his window and the world fell silent. The goblins below felt his influence. They stopped what they were doing and gazed upwards at their King. Once the square below his window fell still Jareth addressed his subjects.

“This woman,” Jareth reached behind him and grabbed the woman by her hair pulling her forward. The goblins released her but stayed immediately behind her. Once her arms were released she began grasping at her hair where Jareth held it firm. Jareth continued “has been discovered to be a spy.”

Below him the crowd of goblins jeered. Goblins especially hated disloyalty.

“She seeks to undermine our kingdom and destabilize my throne.” Jareth paused to allow his words to permeate the crowd. Anger quickly rose to the surface. The goblins grew louder in their indignation. Jareth heard one yell ‘Gut her!’ and another screamed ‘Rip her arms off!’. A few brandished what they were holding: brooms, sticks, a cat.

Jareth continued “I have decided to be merciful and spare her life.” As one the goblins groaned showing their displeasure. There was very little they liked more than a good execution. Jareth raised his free hand again and the crowd’s disappointment quieted. “No death would be too easy a punishment. To quickly finished. Instead I have decided upon torture.”

Below him the goblins screamed in delight. Jareth pushed the woman back into the goblin guards standing behind her. They grabbed her before she had time to struggle. Jareth bent down and pulled from his boot a dagger. He straightened up and held it above his head. The light reflected off the blade and the crowd yelled in excitement. Jareth turned to face the spy. Her eyes darted between his face and the dagger’s blade. She no longer fought the guards holding her tight. The sight of the blade had paralyzed her. She had obviously been threatened with a knife before. She began stammering “You…you..you pr..prom..promised..Youu…”

Jareth took a step forward and rested the tip of the blade on her lips. “Shhhh..” Jareth was mere inches from her. He could feel her whole form quivering. He looked deeply into her eyes, her pupils wide with terror. Jareth breathed her terror in and felt it strengthening him. With a wicked smile he moved the dagger from her lips to her chest, pressing the point of the blade into her skin. He pressed only for her to feel the pressure. It was not her skin he sought to cut. In a quick, fluid motion Jareth brought the dagger down. Plunging it down the length of her body. He moved too fast for her to see. Instead she had felt the sensation as the blade cut through every layer of clothing she had on. She felt the tip of the blade pressing into her skin just before the point of cutting, dragging down between her breasts, the length of her stomach, and past her swollen pussy. Jareth’s blade had plunged all the way to the floor leaving no part of her clothing connected. Her dress fell open, exposing her entire front to the gaping crowd of goblins below who cheered, screeched, and wolf whistled.

“Strip her.” Jareth commanded. Roughly the goblin guards yanked on her sleeves and the remnants of her dress fell to the floor. Jareth watched Michelle blush from head to toe as she tried in vain to cross her legs and cover her breasts with her hands. Jareth raised his hand towards her, fingertips together. As Jareth spread his fingertips the limbs of Michelle’s body began spreading and straightening. Michelle screamed as the invisible bonds stretched her tight while the vines that clung to the side of the castle began to grow towards her. Jareth willed the vines to ensnare her wrists and ankles. The vines continued to grow until their stalks were thick and tough as leather.

Jareth dropped his hand and admired his handiwork. The vines held Michelle stretched across the entire arched window. Her arms secure against the marble arch and her feet spread wide across the 4’ base of the window. Below the goblins surged with fresh enthusiasm. Even those across the square could see the slit between her spread legs.

Michelle’s skin began blotching bright red across her face and stomach. In her humiliation her entire breast had turned the most marvelous shade of magenta. Jareth slapped her tit. She cried out and the crowd’s excitement swelled again. Jareth watched where he had smacked turn white and then burn an even brighter red.

“You know, something isn’t quite right.” Jareth said as he raised his hand to the level of her eyes. Resting lightly on his fingertips was a bubble. Michelle raised her eyes and tried to look at the bubble but before she could clearly see the image within Jareth had dropped it at her feet. It smashed on the rock floor like glass. The fractured bubble did not dissolve into mist but remained jagged splinters on the rock. However most were obscured by the deep brunette wig that now lay upon the floor. Jareth bent down and picked up the wig. He then placed it gently on her head. Her eyes remained locked on him as he straightened the wig and tucked her blonde hair in. When he finished he said “There. You have no idea how cathartic this will be for me.” He smiled and then quickly climbed between her arm and leg to stand behind her.

Jareth extended his hand and a bubble fell lightly into his palm. Jareth closed his hand around the bubble and it transformed. Lengthening into a heavy leather flogger. Jareth hefted the flogger and began bringing its’ falls down across her back and ass. She screamed and tried to throw herself forward, away from the stinging leather but the vines held her tight. There was no escape. Jareth let the falls rain down until her back was as red as her front.

Jareth stepped into her body and ran his hand along her back, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He spoke into her ear “This is only the beginning.” He then stepped back from her and squeezed the handle of the flogger. Immediately the flays stiffened and came together. They wound themselves and lengthened until they formed a 4’ long bullwhip. Jareth took a few more steps backward and without remorse let the whips tip bite across her back, bringing up red welts. Where his whip marks overlapped the redness of the skin took on a wetter sheen and streaks of red began following the whip. Each time the lash fell Michelle screamed with fresh pain. And each scream brought forth a cheer from the goblins. They were salivating in the sight of the human woman being whipped. Every time Jareth brought down the single tail the woman’s whole body took the impact causing her chest to lunge and her breasts bounced constantly. They loved how helpless she was to keep the lash from coming up between her legs, striking at her unprotected pussy. They cheered and screamed and stomped their approval.

Jareth continued to squeeze the handle and the instrument he was holding would begin to squirm in his hand until it took on another shape: A paddle, a cane, a ruler, rope. He brought down each instrument with acute precision. Again and again and again until Michelle stopped resisting. Until she hung limply from the vines. Only then did Jareth let the whip fall from his hand. It dissolved into mist before it hit the floor.

Jareth climbed back from her limp arms to stand in front of her. He faced his subjects who continued their tumultuous approval. Jareth yelled above the chaos “And thus to all spies in my kingdom.” The crowd went wild.

Jareth turned back to Michelle. When he had stopped she had hung loosely by the vines. Now she was unsteadily supported by her feet. To Jareth’s surprise she raised her head. Jareth could tell it took most of her strength but she held her head high and looked him directly in the face.

“You have had your fun.” Her voice trembled slightly from the beating she just received but it was stronger than Jareth would have imagined possible. “You don’t dare kill me. So send me back to you sister so I can tell her what you did to me, yesterday AND today.”

Jareth laughed and his laughter felt like nails raking across all the fresh wounds upon her back. “Ahh.” Jareth said, the laughter clearly evident in his voice. “The arrogance of humanity. You think that my sister will care what I have done to you. She will not.” To illustrate his point Jareth punched the woman in the stomach. Her body lurched forward. This time it took her a minute to regain her unsteady footing.

Jareth was surprised to hear a choked laugh coming from the woman. “She will. Do you think that you are the only one I tricked into my bed. You assume I am nothing but a spy to your sister. But you’re wrong. So send me back and let me tell her what you have done.”

Jareth laughed at the defiant look on her face half covered by the wig that had come loose and had shifted. Jareth reached out and pulled the wig free and let it drop. It dissolved into mist as it touched the floor. He then ran his finger along Michelle’s chin. “Oh Michelle. You assume I am done with you.”

Jareth turned back to his subjects who had grown restless during their exchange. “The spy will be taken from here to the Bog of Eternal Stench. She will be there shackled in the stockade and available for use by all loyal to their King. Let’s show her what we do to spies in the Labyrinth, shall we?”

The goblins went into hysterics, shrieking, throwing themselves and others around. They threw what they were holding in the air in jubilation. Spears, bread and chickens rained down upon the crowd now surging towards the eastern gate which led to the Bog.


Jareth clapped his hands and the two guard goblins reappeared on either side of the woman. They clamped their hands on her arms and Jareth waved his hands. The vines released her and began retreating. The woman’s face showed her shock.

“You..You wouldn’t dare.”

Jareth simply smiled as the guards turned her away from him. She began struggling and the guards began pulling her from the Throne Room. Jareth watched as she screamed and cursed him, trying to throw off the goblin’s hands. Jareth waved his hand and her scream ceased.

“Save your voice. You’ll need it. The boys love a good screamer, don’t you boys?” Jareth asked the goblin guards. They began chuckling darkly by way of answer.

Tears poured down the woman’s cheeks as she continued to struggle mutely. Jareth studied her for a moment. “Take her.” He said as he walked passed her to his throne.

The goblins began dragging the thrashing woman away. Just before they reached the door Jareth said “And boys. Make sure you tell the lads that she likes it rough. Trust me.”

The guards chuckled again and then pulled her from the room. Jareth saw her body buck one last time before she was pulled out of sight. Once the door closed Jareth released her and he heard her screams growing fainter and fainter as she was removed from the castle.

When at last her screams died out Jareth sat on his throne. He took a deep breath. Above him Jareth heard a muffled shuffle. With slight annoyance he called out “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” All around him was a flurry of movement as small goblins crowded back into the room. They returned to their usual positions and quickly the room was filled with their din. Jareth was in no mood for his subjects antics at the moment though. He stood up. Immediately one of the goblins asked him “Where are you going sire?”

Jareth sighed. “To see my sister.” And he disappeared.

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.

Labyrinth Fan Fic Chapter 1 THIS INCLUDES SEX!!! EXPLICIT! NFW!

This is Chapter 1 of my Labyrinth Fan Fiction series. Labyrinth is the Jim Henson flic staring a scrumptous David Bowie. It is very graphic and very sexually explicit.


Last chance not to read!!!


Chapter 1

The man buried between Sarah’s thighs let out a wet slurping sound. She squirmed ever so slightly readjusting the pillow under her head. She let her hands rest upon her pert breasts where she began pinching and rubbing her nipples trying to bring some passion forth from her body. To no avail. She held her breath, squeezed her nipples, and tried desperately to enjoy the pleasure the man going down on her was attempting to give her. She looked down at him. His close cropped curly brown hair was thinning at the crown leaving more scalp than she found attractive.

“Poor John” Sarah thought to herself. “Wait.. Was his name John?” Sarah thought for a moment. Now that she came to think of it she wasn’t sure. She remembered he had asked her to dinner after a brief exchange in the Laundromat. She remembered he was a real estate agent but she couldn’t remember if his name was John. It could have been Jim or James. She felt a rush of blood reach her cheeks and found she was even less into the oral than she had been a minute ago.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t any good. He was, she told herself. Any woman on earth would kill for a man to eat her pussy for, she glanced at the clock, God had it really only been 10 minutes? It felt like an hour at least. She felt his tongue ringing her clit. Any normal person, she told herself, would have cum by now.

From another time a drawling lyrical voice echoed in her ears “But you aren’t a normal girl, Sarah”.

A grunt of annoyance escaped from her throat. Jim, John or James unvacumed himself from her with the sound of a plunger being removed from a stopped up sink. Sarah covered the moment by altering her voice into a grunt of apparent pleasure and pinching her nipples in a very seductive way. John smiled and dove back down south. Sarah felt his mouth fasten over her lower lips. She closed her eyes and waited for the surge of pleasure.

It did not come.

Frustration threatened to smother her. Another one, she thought. Another one, another man and still NOTHING. No sensation. No pleasure. No nothing.

“But you know all you need do.” The drawl said. This time the voice was crystal clear and close.

Sarah snapped her eyes open and sure enough there he was at the foot of her bed behind John. Her bed was a big old antique. Two large posts connected by wrought iron and topped with iron spheres served as the headboard while the footboard was a smaller version of the headboard. He was perched on the left post of the footboard. His feet curled delicately around the sphere as he crouched there. His magnificent robes made from white feathers and fur fell gracefully behind him. In fact everything about him fell gracefully. His hair seemed to explode out of his head and fall down past his shoulders with grace. His oversized old fashioned poet’s shirt fell open to mid-chest, revealing a glimpse of his perfectly smooth porcelain skin stretched taught over muscles that rippled with strength. His hands rested upon his outturned knees as he crouched on the sphere. Sarah dared not look at his face. But she doubted she could have owing to her direct line of sight of his midsection. He was, as ever, adorned in only the thinnest of materials, something between tissue paper and mist, stretched tight over his legs and crotch. His giant package was clearly visible through the material. Though not rigid his penis was still impressively enormous.

As Sarah stared at his form perched upon her bedpost. She mouthed the words What Are You Doing Here?

Jareth put his hand to his ear as if he could not understand what she was trying to say. Sarah grumbled. A sound of concern came from her crotch but she silenced it with a fake moan.

“What do you want?” Sarah thought to Jareth.

Jareth smiled and Sarah’s eyes involuntarily leapt to it. His smile was brilliant. It illuminated his beautiful face. It made his skin sparkle and his eyes twinkle. Sarah found herself gazing into those eyes. For a long moment Jareth merely held her gaze. When she looked into his eyes she couldn’t help wanting him. Desire flooded her chest. Naked, raw yearning seized her. For what felt like the first time that night she felt the tongue lapping at her clit. She felt its velvety texture. The smallest movement of its’ smooth surface set off a tremor that traveled from her clit through her body to the ends of her fingers and toes. A genuine gasp of pleasure escaped her.

A satisfied murmur resonated into her pussy. Sarah ripped her eyes away from Jareth’s.

“Don’t do that.” She thought and in her mind she hissed the words.

This time Jareth answered her out loud. “Why?” John did not notice either Jareth’s words or his presence.

Sarah thought hissed “Because I said so.”

Jareth laughed and his laugh had substance. It was warm water running over her spine. She shuddered. He answered her “But Sarah you say so many things you don’t mean.”

“I mean this.” She argued in her mind.

Sarah felt a rushing, as if something was flying at her and her clit throbbed almost painfully at the same moment she felt thousands of lips kissing all over her naked breasts and neck. His beautiful voice echoed in her mind “No you don’t.” The sensation was so intense her hips bucked of their own accord.

“Stop!” Sarah said breathlessly out loud.

John unsuctioned himself and lifted his head. “What?” he asked her, his face the picture of concern.

“Nothing.” Sarah said as she hastily pushed his face back towards her now wet pussy. But this time she felt none of the velvet. It was simply John’s tongue.

Sarah exhaled slowly before looking back at Jareth. He sat there exactly the same with a most amused expression playing across his gorgeous face. His beauty unnerved her. She felt dirty. Not because of him but because of how much she wanted him. She ached for him. There were times where she even thought she needed him.

“So why do you deny yourself?” He asked, having read her thoughts play out across her face.

Upset for letting her guard slip she retorted tartly in her mind “You know very well why. Because I don’t love you.”

Jareth flashed his brilliant teeth and uttered “Is that all?”

It happened again. She felt his mouth all over her body. She felt his lips tracing the skin of her breast, traveling slowly to her nipples which hardened immediately in response. Her entire pussy convulsed. Jim/John/James was no longer licking her slit. Jareth’s tongue lapped at her causing waves of pleasure to was over her. Just as her clit felt ready to burst she felt John’s tongue return. Her attention followed Jareth as his kisses traveled up to her neck, wracking her body in seizures of pleasure. The swarms of delicate kisses stopped just as they reached her mouth. He made no attempt to make her feel his kiss on her lips but she felt his presence lingering just above them. As if he was an inch away. She could almost feel his warm breath on her face.

John had mistaken her seizures for an orgasm and detached himself from her crotch. He smiled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He was up on his knees, naked. Sarah could see John’s cock was rock hard.

“Did you like that?” Jim/John/James asked her. His voice dripped pride.

“Uh yeah.” Sarah said suddenly distracted by Jareth standing, balancing with no effort, on the bed post. Sarah could see all too clearly that Jareth was also hard as steel beneath his skimpy tights.

John’s face fell and Sarah was recalled to her surroundings. She smiled at him to try to cover the awkward moment.

“Yeah you were great.” She lied.

The smile leapt back to Jim/John/James’ face and he quickly grabbed a condom off the bedside table and began fumbling to put it on. Behind him Jareth began to walk impossibly across the ironwork that connected the bed posts. Sarah couldn’t help following him with her eyes. The iron work could never have supported a normal person’s weight. But Jareth wasn’t normal. He was magical.

Jareth ran his hand through his hair. Sarah followed his movement, entranced by the delicate beauty of that hand. Jareth let the hand move slowly across his chest, downward past his stomach and coming to rest upon the stiffness in his pants. His hand moved very slowly up and down the massive length of it. Sarah’s eyes followed it hungrily. She watched as he stroked his cock beneath the thin material. Sarah’s pussy burned red hot and moisture began creeping down her thigh.

From very far away Sarah heard her name being called. She shook her head to try to clear it and remember the man in her bed.

He was looking quite concerned but she smiled and he forgot his troubles.

“Do you want to lie down?” John asked her, indicating for her to lie on her back.

Sarah glanced past him to Jareth who was standing in the center of the iron work, filling the whole space between bed and her low ceiling. He had hooked his thumb into the waist band of his pants and was ever so slightly pulling it down. Sarah felt herself being entranced by the minute piece of his skin he had exposed. She shook her head to clear it and said “no. Do you mind if I flip over?”

John looked confused for a second and then hugely happy when Sarah got onto her hands and knees.

There was a clumsy bumping and thumping behind her and then with a satisfied moan John found his way into her pussy. He wasn’t small, maybe 6 inches, but he may as well have not been inside her for all the notice Sarah took.

She had gotten on her hands and knees so she could turn away from the inhumanly beautiful man she wanted so badly. But when she settled into the rhythm that John was pounding out on her she opened her eyes to find Jareth's crotch inches from her face. He was leaning against the headboards’ ironwork. His stance wasn’t particularly vulgar. As ever he looked as if he simply belonged there. However Sarah couldn’t help but notice that the bulge in his tights was at the exact perfect height for Sarah to suck his dick.

Sarah closed her eyes to try to keep control of herself. Because despite the fact that she didn’t love him. Despite what he had done to her, what he had done to her family. Despite all of that she wanted to. She never wanted to suck a dick so badly. She wanted to feel his cock sliding across her tongue. To feel it’s thickness at the back of her mouth. To feel his head pushing itself into her throat. She tried desperately to push these images from her head.

She was having very little luck when she felt Jareth’s delicate fingers running through her hair.

“Why do you fight your own desires?” Jareth asked her. There was no mockery in his voice now. The mockery was replaced by a roughness. Sarah recognized it. Jareth’s voice was naked with desire. She wasn’t the only one being tortured by her decision.

“Because.” She answered him in her mind half trying to remind herself. “I don’t love you. And I won’t be your conquest.” It seemed a flimsy excuse when at any moment she would die of the desire she felt for him.

Jareth entwined his hand in her long brown hair. He pulled her head forward till it was millimeters from his rigid cock. Her lips quivered. It took all of her restraint not to leap forward and rip away that skimpy material separating her from real pleasure.

“But you have it wrong Sarah. You are not conquered. It is I who am your slave.” Even in the position they were in his voice still rang with sincerity. She knew it. She was the one in power here. She told him no and he wouldn’t force her. No matter how much both of them wanted him to.

“I don’t love you.” She countered, breathlessly in her mind. She had never been able to think clearly around him during the best of times. Right now she could barely remember to breathe her desire was fierce. It threatened to rip her apart from the inside out. A beast too long denied.

She felt Jareth’s hand move beneath her chin. Gently he tilted her head up as he slid to his knees before her until he was face to face with her. His lips as close as she had felt them earlier. She struggled to breathe. She felt his words on her lips. “I love you Sarah.” And then his lips crushed her. They moved frantically on hers and she found herself responding with equal enthusiasm. She opened her mouth and felt his tongue search out hers. They melded together. They didn’t breathe, there was no thinking. There was only the connection they forged, hot as fire, between their lips.

All too quickly he pulled away, breaking the connection. She closed her eyes, gasping for breath, afraid she may black out. Then she heard his voice in her ear “Tell me to make love to you.”

Sarah choked out in her mind a “No.”

She felt his energy shift in a second. There was anger permeating his desire now. Her answer had made his blood boil. He was not used to being denied what he wanted. And never before had he wanted something or someone so much. Nor had he ever been denied so long. She watched all this play out across Jareth’s tortured face. No, she didn’t love him. But she wanted him like no other. She felt her blood itself aching for him. And all the years she had denied herself seemed tangible. All the pleasure she had said no to for so many years seemed to reawaken within her now. The wetness of her pussy had spread to her thighs. Her skin screamed for his touch. This wasn’t want. This was pure unadulterated need. She felt she might die from it.

The words she had fought for so long escaped her lips. “Fuck me.”

Jareth’s’ eyes snapped to hers. The need so clear in them but at the same time he needed to be sure.

“Tell me again.” He stammered. His body shook slightly as he fought to control himself.

Sarah looked directly into his glorious eyes. She was tired of fighting it. She didn’t want to fight it.

“Fuck me.” She said out loud.

Jareth smiled as a panther must smile when he is assured a juicy meal. Then in a rushing he disappeared from in front of her. Instead she felt John sliding in her pussy. But his grunts and groans disappeared. His cock began to lengthen within her, like it was being pushed in another four inches. It made her gasp. The rough hands that had been holding her hips transformed into a delicate, firm grip. Jareth slammed his cock into her wet cunt. Again and again. He slammed into her so hard she knew she would be bruised in the morning but right now it did not matter. She grinded back against him, trying to push him even further into her aching pussy. His hands moved up her back. One snaked its way into her hair and pulled her head up, holding her firmly upright. The other reached around her chest and began to grab her tits. The feeling was incredible. She no longer felt in control of her body. She was his. And for once she didn’t care. She wanted to be his. She felt the warm pleasure rising in her cunt. Like she would explode.

She managed to breathe the words “I’m…. gonna….”

But the orgasm reached her before she could utter the word. She felt as if the pleasure was ripped from her. She came so violently that she wasn’t even aware that she was still sliding up and down on his cock, milking every bit of the orgasm that she could. The moment he felt her orgasm crash over her Jareth let himself go too, pumping his cum deep into her belly. It felt fantastic. It felt right. In that moment, as she came all over his cock and he came inside of her, they both felt complete.

Slowly the orgasm waned and she fought to control her breathing. A voice behind her startled her. “Damn”

She had forgotten John/Jim/James had been the vessel Jareth had merely occupied. His voice had broken the spell. Jareth was gone and she was alone with the man she didn’t even know. Anger lapped at her senses.

John was trying to lie down beside her but seemed to be having trouble controlling his legs. They had the consistency of cooked spaghetti. Though he was grinning ear to ear. Clearly it had been the best sex of his life. He stared at the ceiling and muttered “That…was… INCREDABLE.”

Sarah answered “Yeah” before getting up from the bed. She didn’t want to stay there one minute more with this man. She walked blindly to the bathroom where she sought sanctuary. She went in and closed the door behind her. She leaned back against the wall and let it all wash over her. What she had done. Had allowed. She had been so good for so long. But her thoughts were turned aside as her image began to ripple in the mirror. It distorted for a moment before coming back into focus. Jareth peered out at her from the mirror.

“Come to me.” He whispered.

“No” Sarah said clearly.

The image shimmered for a moment before disappearing, leaving nothing but her own tormented face staring back at her.