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The Once and Future Goblin King - Complete	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3758 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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All Mine...

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Jareth leads me down a dimly lit hall, more of his clothing materializing as we walk. Neither of us speaks, but I feel his eyes on me occasionally, searching, perhaps for a reaction to his bombshells? I'm determined to expose nothing of my distress, though I am rocked to my very soul - confused and uncertain.
How can I believe anything he tells me? How can I not? I remember a saying from my childhood, "You either believe everything or nothing of what a person tells you." How can there be half measures in trust, especially when dealing with the likes of Jareth? Exactly. I'm stymied, therefore I don't know what to think or do anymore.
I felt the return of my magic as a tingle across my skin as soon as we left the dampened room. Knowledge that he also has access to his powers keeps me subdued for the present. I accept, now after everything, how much stronger he is than me. Whether or not his heritage is true; what if it is?
We enter the same great room in which I first entered a day and more ago; the double doors wing open at Jareth's silent, sweeping hand. The damage I caused no longer exists; furniture and wall hangings are in pristine condition. I feel oddly ... erased.
"Sarah, how are you feeling?" David asks from the far side of the room, standing from a wing-backed chair.
"David!" Conflicting emotions spiral from my heart to my gut; I don't know how to feel about him either, or what to say, whether I can trust him or not. He looks completely healthy from the ordeal I subjected him to, and I wonder if Jareth healed him. If so, does his magic differ so much from mine? Or is it just another illusion? "I'm alright," my eyes sidle to Jareth as I slip my arm from his, "for now."
David smiles faintly and nods. "Good, good."
"You're looking better."
"Yes," he shuffles his feet, "thanks."
Jareth coughs and we both turn towards him. "I've explained why she's here, David."
"Oh," David glances at me, "she's agreed then?"
"She has reservations yet."
"Reservations?" I distance myself from Jareth.
"WHICH," Jareth continues speaking to David over my objection, "are to be expected given our history."
"Do you mind NOT talking about me as if I'm not here?"
"My apologies." Jareth gives me a tight smile and a half bow, his hair slips over one brocade-clad shoulder.
David's head swivels between us, a look of impatience clear on his features. "Regardless, I want what we agree to."
"In due time, my boy."
"What did you agree to?" I ask.
"Nothing you need be concerned about, my Sarah."
"In due time? You said to get her here; I've done that!"
"What the hell are you two talking about?"
"And you'll get what I promised," Jareth told David in a tense voice, ignoring me. "In. Due. Time."
"I've waited long enough!" David shouted, stepping into Jareth's personal space. I hear Jareth's growl and predict his reaction before David - the crystal strikes David in the chest, freezing him in place. A scream tangles in my throat, fearful of calling attention to me as I watch Jareth circle his latest victim.
"Son or not, you will wait upon my whim," he says to the statuesque David. I can't tell whether or not he can hear Jareth, so I don't know if David is privy to the truth of his heritage. I suppose it really doesn't matter at this point. Around the immobilized David, Jareth turns his sharp-toothed grin upon me. Chills race down my spine. "I really do need your answer, Sarah."
"M-my answer?"
He reaches a hand out to me, slides around David. "Stay and be my queen?"
"Or else." My arms remain plastered to my sides.
"Well," he shrugs, "there really isn't an, 'or else', I'm afraid."
Oh God, Oh God, this is it. This is what's he wanted all along. He needs me for something.
"Why?" I ask, keeping my spine and voice strong in the face of my life-long nemesis. "What do you want from me?"
"So clever, my precious Sarah." He drops his arm, causing his brocade coat to rustle. He glides towards me, and I resist flinching, jutting my chin. "You were right earlier, about your family. The Williams' are particularly gifted with a type of Earth magic well suited to my needs. You especially." He traces my defiant chin with one bare finger; goosebumps raise and spread downwards until my nipples harden. I feel myself start to pant but refuse to break his peculiar gaze.
"You used me. You used my family all these years."
"Yes. While you allowed me to escape, I required your family to keep me grounded here."
"Oh God..."
He chuckled softly, pulling his finger lower along my neck. "Nothing so dramatic."
I tremble, enthralled, afraid. What should I do? I knew he could destroy or capture me with a snap of his fingers.
He continued both in voice and caress. "A mere glamour worked easily enough to keep my bloodline attached to yours for each generation. Ironic really, what I did for Uther, and what was once forbidden to me, should now be my salvation."
"Forbidden?"
His finger moved lower while his eyes held mine. My nipples crinkle at his teasing touch through the velvet of my dress, and a gush of warmth floods lower. Through my fear, I want so much for him to rip my clothes away and take me as he did before. Take me until I have no choices left. It's not fair how he can draw up this illicit passion with a single fingertip. He should sate the demon within me until nothing remains of Sarah Williams.
"I was once bound to certain ethics, but no longer." He pinches my nipple, hard; I gasp and throw my head back. "Now I take what I want, what I need." My bodice is torn from my chest, exposing me to his burning eyes. "As do you, my queen."
"Jareth..." I moan. I'm damned. I know without doubt I am damned beyond redemption. And suddenly I don't care anymore.
"Fuck me," I say. "I am your queen."
"Yes!" He grabs me roughly, pulling the rest of my dress from my overheated body. "YES!"
Before I can speak or scream, Jareth teleports us to the wood table at the opposite side of the room - his clothes vanish as well - and slams my back into the splintered surface. I love it; the pain of each tiny wood knife cuts into me as he spreads my legs and plunges inside fully. The splitting pain is exquisite. Finally, after everything, I can admit to myself that I've missed this.
I've missed him.
"Harder," I manage between panting gasps. "Harder!" My nails claw his back; I feel the shreds of his flesh, the warm blood seeping between my fingers. "Yes!" I tuck my head to his shoulder, falling into the swaying rhythm.
"You're mine, Sarah Williams," he whispers in my ear, his cock striking deep as he swirls his hips to hit all the right spots. I tighten and tingle inside.
"Yes, always yours..." I mumble, digging my nails in deeper.
He's right. I've always been his. How could I ever have thought otherwise? I've been a fool. But I'm home now, his cock pounding me apart from the inside, my nipples so hard they hurt. And every second is torturous bliss.
I wrap my legs tighter around his wrist, pull them higher up his torso; he grunts as the change forces him farther into me. I want to subsume him until we're one. The table rattles and shakes when his pace alters from fast to frenzied. Allowing my head to twist to one side as Jareth bites my neck, I see the frozen figure of David across the room.
I'd forgotten David. Can he hear us? Does he know what goes on? A small voice tells me I should feel guilty, but when my orgasm builds, fuzzing out my higher brain functions, it washes out that niggling just as Jareth's growl fills my ear. His cock pulses hard within me, cresting with my climax, piercing my womb with sharp, wondrous pleasure making my feet cramp.
I scream. My back arches and I flay his back, blood flying. He howls, pulls upright from my grip, grimacing, and he shoves me flat to the table, neck cords straining with his final, filling thrust.
Slowly we come back to ourselves, panting. His mystical eyes are glazed. His platinum hair is sweaty and sticking to his face. He's gorgeous and he's all mine.
"Sarah." Jareth leans down, kisses me then brushes his thumb over my swollen lips, smearing his blood over them. I taste his salty tang; I lick my lips, wanting more of my Goblin King to consume. A brilliant light sparks over his face; he knows. He's always known me better than I've known myself.
"Yes?" I ask, drowsy, allowing my arms to slide down his back.
"I need you to do something for me."
"Anything."
He smiles. It's malevolent. I love it.
Inside me, I feel him hardening again, and God help me, my passion instantly rises to match. Right now, I would allow him to fuck me, use me, take me in any manner he wanted and still I'd beg for more. He's my enemy, my lover, my worst nightmare and my greatest fantasy. His eyes slip from mine as his hips begin the dance again. My own hips rise to meet his lazy thrusts.
"My queen, my perfect match..."
"Yes..." I close my eyes and groan.
"I want you to fuck David."
My eyes snap open. He's serious; I can tell it in the line of his jaw, the glint of his expression. His thrusting speeds up and I'm lost to the glorious joy he gives me. "Yes," my eyes drift shut; my head lolls to the side, facing David again, "yes ..."
"Good girl."
Jareth fucks me on that table for hours, I think. I lose track of time, but what care I for time anymore when my Goblin King is wringing out every ounce of pleasure and pain my body possesses. Every position, every orifice, everything ... it's all mine to revel in as long as I give him what he wants. I don't care anymore about rules or taboos or even family. This is my chance to be happy, my chance to take what I want.
All Mine...
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