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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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Sleight of Hand

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Time passes and heals all wounds, or at least numbs the emotions.
I'm sitting at the vanity in Jareth's bedroom, brushing my hair and waiting. He removed the dampening spell after I agreed to be his queen, which was followed by several hours of celebratory sexcapades with David as an involuntary witness. That was a few days ago, I think. I'm not sure. He's kept me busy in his bedroom since then. We left David frozen in the great room, and I haven't much thought about him until now.
Jareth only left now because it's time for me to fulfill my agreement. He's gone to reclaim David and bring him to me; it's why I'm thinking of David again. As I brush my long hair, working out the snarls after my bath, I wonder if David knows Jareth's plan. He obviously worked with Jareth to trick me here (and at this point I hold no grudges for his lying - why bother) but I wonder - how much does he know? I can't imagine Jareth has told him everything. He never tells anyone everything.
I put the brush down with a soft, metallic click. For that matter, what else hasn't he told me? I know there's more. There must be. The question is: How will he use it against me and when, whatever it is? I'm suddenly cold at the realization that my happy ending might be an illusion. The irony is thick around me, makes me pull my brocade dressing robe snugger as I shiver.
One cannot escape karma. I know this. What yet is in store for me? Good or evil? Which do I deserve? At one point I would claim victimhood, but now ... I'm not certain any longer.
Especially as I think of Jareth's touching me, his tongue parting my intimate folds, exploring and tasting deeply. Hours I could spend under his ministrations, hours I did, his slender fingers pumping in and out of both of my openings, alternating with his cock forcing me wide. My internal muscles clench at the sensory memory, sending tingles upwards; I moan and bite my lower lip, feeling my breasts tingle and tighten yet again.
How many times can the man bring me to orgasm? Now just thinking of his fucking me brings to me the brink of climax, and my fluids soak the dressing robe bunched beneath my thighs. I rock on the vanity stool, rubbing my newly sensitized skin against the rough material. It's not enough. Drifting down, my hands slip past the edges of the robe to roll and pinch my nipples.
I catch my heavy-lidded gaze in the mirror. I'm panting and flushed; I'm wanton and nearly nude pleasuring myself, my hair gleaming darkly. I lick my lips; will I ever be satiated? What's happening to me? That little voice from earlier asks, shouldn't I care? Probably, but I'm so aroused I can't seem to focus on anything other than finding my release.
"Jareth, where are you?" My voice is husky; I hardly recognize it.
"Here, precious," he says in my ear, voice silken and smooth - tongue tracing the swirls of my ear. The warm, moist touch makes me spasm on the edge - so close!
"Please..."
"Soon, my queen, you're ready for our agreement?"
"Yes." I nod, eager, and pivot on the bench, allowing my robe to fall completely open as I stand.
"Excellent." Jareth steps back and turns, revealing David standing in the bedroom with us. He looks awake and as eager as I, standing naked and glorious.
"And after?" I ask Jareth, my eyes pinned on David, he's nearly panting with need.
"The world is yours," Jareth says softly into my ear, then he turns to David, sweeping his arm and bowing his head. "Your reward, as requested."
David's smile is blinding. "At last! I knew it was possible!"
Jareth leans closer to me again and whispers, "Go to him, Sarah, fulfill your agreement to me and be my queen forever in truth this time."
"You're staying?"
"Of course." He smirks. "I'm sure you'll perform admirably, but I need to be quite sure."
The thought of Jareth watching me have sex with his son should creep me out, but for some reason it heightens my state of arousal until I almost faint from dizziness. Oddly, I want Jareth to watch as David fucks me, maybe even join us. Oh God, I start to rock my pelvis and rub my thighs together; I can't stand up anymore without holding onto something.
"Are you alright?" David asks, moving to help me. The feel of his bare hand on my waist flares over my skin.
"Yes, please, we have to, I need you..." The words stumble over each other and I lean towards the undressed bed.
"Oh, yes ... I've wanted," and then he's kissing me, pushing my robe from my naked body and his hands are cupping my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my hypersensitive peaks. Groans fall from us simultaneously, and I'm caressing him while he walks me backwards to the bed.
I encase his erection in my hand, he's as generous as his father - maybe even a bit longer, and stroke up and down; he hisses and thrusts with me. Over his shoulder, I see Jareth observing with a strange look of clinical interest. I would've thought he'd be gaining pleasure watching us; perhaps things need to get farther along? Fine with me.
"David."
"Yeah, baby?"
"I need you inside me," I whisper then bite his ear; he shudders.
"Fuck yeah; I wanna be inside you, always..."
His words make me tingle down below; he sounds so much like Jareth, looks so similar, but fucking him will be a pleasure all its own. I lose my balance as he tips me backwards to the bed. He leans over, grips my hips with both hands, wraps both of my legs around his waist then positions himself at my entrance.
"This is gonna be so good, baby."
"Yeah," I say, looking at his lust fogged eyes and mussed hair. Bracing my hands on his arm, I tilt my hip and hold them steady as he presses into me. It's fucking brilliant. His perfect cock slowly pierces my slick folds as if we were made for each other.
"Yes," I slam my head against the bed, "yes! God, David, fuck me!" He hits my cervix then pushes a bit more with an amazing rolling hip thrust until I gasp, my heels digging into his ass. Then he leans over me, buries his face in my neck, and breathes deeply. One hand supporting his weight, he holds me tight with the other, his weight shoves me into the bedding.
"So good, so fucking tight..." he mumbles before he starts his steady rhythm, and all I can do is cling to him, babbling and crying out whenever his hits my sensitive spots. I'm dimly aware of Jareth moving closer, wearing a faint smile. Some part of my rational mind still wonders why he wants this to happen between David and I, what does he gain? But the rest of me can't muster the energy to care for anything but reaching my pinnacle.
"Close ... close..."
"Yeah baby." David looks up and smiles, thrusting harder until my vision blurs. "I wanna see you come, Elina, I love you." What? No ... it can't... David's guileless face adores me and my heart spasms as I remember.
'Becca, my princess and Elina, my heart.'
I break David's worshipful gaze, the new emotion of guilt shredding me inside out, and stare at the ceiling instead. Instantly, my arousal cools. He thinks I'm his dead wife, and Jareth has obviously used magic on us both to bring this about. I want to vomit feeling David's cock thrusting in and out of me. Every pleasurable stroke now chafes like sandpaper. Oh, God ... what am I doing? Why am I? Are we even truly related? My mind suddenly feels sharp and jagged as clarity returns.
What am I going to do? David is still murmuring endearments as if I'm Elina and rocking into me, while I try to fake it to keep either man from figuring out I'm no longer interested. I haven't much time before one of them figures it out. A few feet away, Jareth smirks as he thinks we're approaching our climaxes. I can tell he doesn't realize what I've heard.
"David," I whisper into his ear. I put a bit a magic behind my words, hopefully too faint for Jareth to sense but enough to dissolve David's fog.
"Yeah baby?" More thrusting, he grunts and I want to sob for the horror.
"Listen, don't stop not matter what I say."
"Mmm ... yeah."
"I'm not Elina; I'm Sarah."
"What? That's..." He pulls back slightly, squints.
"Elina died, remember?" I whisper against his lips, pretending to kiss him.
His brows furrow and his thrusting slows. "Auto-flight..."
"Don't stop."
"Sarah?" A twinge of clarity, "but ... what happened?"
"Keep moving!" I say in a low, hissing whisper, then moan and throw my head back. "So close, yes, YES!" David catches the hint and speeds back up, appropriately grunting. We go like this for a few minutes, but it's blatant how much David loves Elina because he quickly loses his enthusiasm.
Jareth coughs a few times. "Problems, Sarah?"
"Hmm? What?" I raise my head over David's shoulder. "No problems." I groan loudly and swivel my hips, but the jig is up while others are down. David eases from my arms, my legs fall to the bed with dull thump. I lay there, uncertain what to do.
"Don't bother. He knows." David slips from inside of me, turns and stands. "Don't you, Uncle?"
"Such a pity." Jareth shakes his head.
"That you couldn't finish tricking family members into having sex?" I snap, earlier compliance evaporating, pushing myself up on my elbows. "Assuming we're even family." David's startled glance tells me he's as confused as I am.
"Of course not, precious thing." His head tilts to one side as he grins, and David moves to protect me from Jareth, not realizing how ridiculous that is. "A pity I'll have to force you." His wrists twist faster than I can blink and two crystals fly at us: One strikes me, the other strikes David. Both of us release strangled gasps as our new fates are revealed.
My wrists are tied together and I'm dangling from the ceiling by a thick cord, my feet barely brushing the floor. I sense his magic woven in the bonds; it strangles my magic. David stands in front of me, very glassy eyed with an extremely prominent erection pointed in my general direction yet again. Jareth stands to his left, his own erection generously standing at attention. The room is now empty save for the three of us stripped naked. This has just moved from kinky to bad to horrific. Normally I'd get off on that, but I'm not in control right now. I admit, I haven't been in control since I left the mists.
"Jareth, what the hell are you doing?" My voice is a tad shrill.
"What I must to survive, precious." He leans forward and gently kisses me. I don't return it. "I understand why you're angry now, but you'll eventually see it my way."
I spit at him. "We don't you explain it now? Explain why you're about to have my ancestor rape me."
"Such a harsh word." He 'tskes' me. "If you'd allowed the glamour to continue, you'd both have enjoyed it guilt-free, so it's really you're fault I'm having to resort to force."
"That's right, blame the victim. Classic abuser behavior."
"Now there's no need for your sarcasm. It's not my fault you're missing out on the more pleasurable aspects of my plan."
"Fuck you!"
"No, not me," he grins, "at least not right now, "a snap of his fingers while his eyes stay on mine, "David."
"Yes?" David says dully.
"Do your duty."
"Yes." David obeyed without hesitation, reaching for my hanging legs and (despite my best efforts) spreading them wide and quickly positioning his magically erect cock once more at my entrance. I had no leverage in which to fight him; every push and pull sent me swinging from my cord, chafing my bound wrists and smashing my arms into my ears.
"I can't believe you'd stoop to this. You want revenge that badly?" I ask while trying to wiggle my hips to delay the inevitable. David's frustrated grunts translate to his fingers digging into my thighs; I know they'll be bruises, assuming I survive.
"You have a difficult time with understanding that I don't want to do this, I am required to do this if I wish to remain as I am."
"What do you mean?" The tip of David's cock parts me, but I'm not dripping wet anymore and it hurts. Jareth circles around behind me and wraps his arms around my torso. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he's inches from my face as David forces himself into my drying body, scraping my abraded flesh. Tears collect in my eyes; I grit my teeth, refusing to cry out.
"Precious thing, why on earth do you think I needed you to have sex with David and what do you think I promised him and why?" Jareth grabs David hips, nestled between my legs and yanks them closer to me, smashes my face into David's shoulder.
"I ... ugh..." The pain of David's cock dry impalement makes it difficult for me to focus, but his rhythm is as steady and hard as before, with Jareth's assistance both magically and physically.
"I need your bloodline to stay in this world, to stay young. I need our bloodline to continue, strong and sure, and since you and he are the last direct descents of Robert Williams, I need to reinforce that bloodline."
"No, please..." I thrash my head to and fro. Jareth kisses my neck, and snuggles against my back until I feel his cock brush between legs. I can't move or shift, pinned against David's chest.
"Of course," I hear his verbal shrug, "I used David's love for his deceased wife to control him, making promises I had no intention or even ability to keep. And before you ask, you silly girl, no I did not kill Elina and Becca. That was tragic, proving the fragility of normal humans." Jareth shivers. "I did, however, burn our remaining, useless offshoots. The family tree needed a bit of a pruning. I'd hoped his being alone might spur his reproductive urges."
I feel Jareth reach around and fondle my breasts then my nub, and God help me I became wet again. And while it eases David's way, I fear there's more to it than my pleasure
"Unfortunately, my plot backfired," Jareth continues in my ear, "instead of David remarrying and reproducing another daughter, one I would have eagerly impregnated as soon as she matured, the lack of any family made him loose any zest for living."
"You," I gasp, "you've been raping my ancestors," another gasp as Jareth drew more involuntary pleasure from me, "for decades?"
"Rape really is so pedestrian, don't you think?" Jareth's hips rock into my back side while David grunts, his grip is iron on my out-flung legs. "I prefer, seduce or glamour. But, basically, yes."
"Oh God ... oh God..." I felt sick as David begins to feel good inside; my body's response becoming wetter and warmer. He's hilt deep into me, pounding and lost to Jareth's magic.
"But is David really..."
"My son? Either that or my grandson, he might be my nephew, I can't really be sure any more."
"What?"
"Well, I've tricked so many females in your family, both blood relation and married, that the genetics are a bit scrambled. He's definitely my direct descendant, however, but you, my queen," he whispers in my ear as he strokes and fondles me, "you're the direct descendent of Robert Williams. You are the holder of the strongest Earth Magic I've ever encountered, and you will grant me children and blood ties to this world until the end of time."
"No..." I sob once, desperately.
"I couldn't allow you to waste away forever in that hell, not when you could serve me." I feel something press against my entrance, something parallel to David's cock and I knew. Finally, I understood what his plan had always been for me, one way or another.
"Jareth, please don't..." I say in a small voice.
"But, Sarah," the pressure against my canal grew and expanded; Jareth and David both groan. "Imagine what," Jareth pants, "I can accomplished with," a sharper stab into me, "all three us combined."
"NO!" I struggle and thrash, but can't free myself from between the two men and the bonds.
"Shhh..." Jareth brushes my hair back from neck, kisses my shoulder. "It'll be beautiful, precious thing. I promise," he says with a heavy thrust of his cock into me. Using David's as a guide, he forces himself into my already enlarged body, stretching the skin until I feel tearing. The pain, fuck, oh God, the pain of both of them inside of me is unbearable. I wasn't prepared for this. In that Jareth was right, had I allowed the glamour to continue I would be enjoying it now; instead I'm being raped beyond what I thought possible. Even in my depravity, I never attempted this. Screaming, I fling my torso backwards only to be captured in Jareth's embrace.
"P-please, Jareth, please..." I sob again, head lolling onto him.
"Continue, my boy," he says harshly when David falters. "We're near completion and she's," Jareth sniffs me, "ovulating."
I want to die.
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