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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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A Breeze Dances

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Hope is gone.
Jareth has always been five steps ahead of me during our games. I only think I win during ends which aren't really endings. It's only now, as both Jareth and a magically-zombified David rape me simultaneously, that I understand how woefully stupid and short-sighted I've been. I should've stay at the castle, accepted my punishment and been satisfied. I should've...
Some type of fluid seeps out of me; I can't see it from my bound and hanging position held snug between them, but I strongly suspect it's blood. I'm beyond physical pain now, and emotional too for that matter. I've given up as Jareth ignores my begging pleas. I want to be angry, but really ... what's the point? I willingly blundered into his trap, willingly accepted being queen because of my unresolved daddy issues, and because some part of my wounded heart wanted to believe some part of him might actually love me.
I am truly pathetic.
What's taking so long? They're both grunting and moaning and thrusting while my body is a rag-doll to their reproductive urges. If it weren't for the strap I'm still hanging by, I'd be pooling on the floor. Don't tell me, Jareth wants to enjoy this too? Drag out every last second? Fuck. Every one of my muscles is torn between cramping and releasing in complete surrender.
"Keep going, boy!" Jareth says, his voice threatening.
It awakens a faint curiosity. Subtlety, I raise my head smushed against David's chest. Is Jareth's concentration slipping? David's body is still going through the motions of rape, but his eyes, they're ... clearer ... and they're gazing at me with regret and pain as vicious as my own.
"David?" I mouth his name so Jareth won't know. His jaw clenches and his eyes narrow down at me as he tries to nod. His not fully in control of his body, but his mind is coming back. We're both being raped by Jareth, only I'm the lucky recipient of 100% of the physical torment. I suppose, I guess David is feeling rather tormented physically too, just in a less painful manner.
Gulping, I mentally scramble for ways out of this mess. My magic is cut off by Jareth's magic, just as my freedom is, by the enchanted wrist bonds. The bonds ... I glance upwards with only my eyes. If only I could free myself then both problems would be resolved.
"You're so perfect, precious thing," Jareth murmurs in a gruff voice. I recognize the pitch; he's close. Last time I heard it a few days ago, I came the hardest in my life. This time I want to retch. But maybe it's a good thing; he'll be distracted as he forces his last few strokes into me, striving for his climax. Grunting and panting against my back, his breath is hot and humid on my skin. How did I ever think I could be queen like this? It must've been his magic fogging my better sense.
"David," I mouth again, suddenly inspired; he's still focusing on me while his hips automatically pivoted in and out, in and out. "Wishing magic." A brow arches, he's contemplating my quiet message. "Knife." My eyes travel upwards again, and bright understanding clicks in his eyes.
He can't control his body, but he can control his mind. I can't control my magic, but I can control my body once I'm free. I remember years ago, when I wished for a glass of water after the first time I gave Jareth oral sex, he seemed to have heard my unspoken wish and granted it. Nobody ever said a wish had to be out loud if you wanted it bad enough. I learned that the hard way. Right now, I'd say we both want our freedom fucking bad enough, and David's the one with the wishing magic this time since I've moved beyond the simple ability.
His eyes close tight, skin crinkling around the edges at the same time I hear Jareth's grunts increasing. Come on, David, hurry! Wish harder, wish faster, wish, wish, WISH, WISH!
A simple, double-edged knife appears in my tangled hands, just above the bindings. Completely by reflex, as my fingers are numb, I clench the handle and twist the blade until it bites into the heavy gauge cord. A few, quick sawing motions and my main support releases the same time both Jareth and David cry out their climaxes. We all collapse in a sweaty, twisted heap with Jareth on top. If I had been able to feel more pain at that point, I'm sure it would've hurt like hell.
"Well," Jareth drawls, "what have we here?" He reaches around me for the knife.
"Don't!" I struggle to grasp it, but my hands are still tied and my body is slick, used and tired. Jareth slips from inside of me as he stretches for the knife, and I hide it between David and me. David helps by covering it with his hands and tucking around me. Standing over us, Jareth smirks. I can only imagine at the grotesque image we make - me straddling David, bleeding, as his cock gradually oozes from my body.
"Really, as if a little blade poses any threat to me." Jareth leans down. "You already know my powers far exceed yours, and now the deed is done." His laughter fills the bare, stone room, echoing and rebounding in my ears. "Soon enough we'll know if our seed takes within you, or if we'll have to give it another go."
"Oh God." At first I thought I spoke, sounding so defeated.
"Really, my boy, don't tell me you didn't enjoy some part of our little soiree."
"You're a sick bastard," David replies.
"No?" Jareth straightened. "Pity, maybe next time you'll allow the glamour to stay as per our agreement."
"I never agreed to that!" David shouts, nearly deafening me, but I can't complain when I agree with his sentiment. "You told me you could bring them back! You told me we'd be together again, for real!" A sob chokes out of him, and his head falls back to the floor while I still sit astride him, clutching the now useless knife. "You lied about everything," David mutters miserably, his body reflecting his psychological thrashing.
Jareth shrugs. "Continue to obey me and I'll make it pleasant for you."
Oh, now that was just too much! "Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave?" I say, causing Jareth to jerk, face furrowing for a moment. "Still using the same old lines, Goblin King?"
"Sa-rah," he says, slowly, warning me.
"I won't," David whispers so quietly I barely hear him. I feel his fingers join mine around the blade's handle again.
"I won't be used," he says louder.
"David," Jareth steps closer, "what are you doing?"
"I won't be a monster." I feel David tug the knife toward him, tilting it. I look away from Jareth and down at David; our eyes meet and I understand. Maybe because we're blood, maybe because I understand isolation, I don't know, but I understand and I'm willing to help him. To end it.
"I won't be alone anymore." David yanks the knife, hard, the same time I shove and the point goes into his chest, slicing and cutting. I feel the metal skitter on ribs, he gasps softly - almost gratefully - and then it slips through to his heart.
"Sorry, Sarah..."
"NO!"
Bright crimson wells up around the blade, tingeing the silver to a dull gray; it coats my hands which are white-knuckled at his chest. The last of my family smiles, and I watch his eyes fade and dim. Peace quickly settles over David Tobias Williams' body, his grip slackens on the blade while mine remains tight.
"NO!" Jareth yells again, likely only a few seconds later, and flings me from David's body. I strike the stone floor enough to numb my legs and I crawl away as best I can. His shrieking undos me, frays apart my already tattered pieces. I cover my ears and huddle against the cold wall, shivering, but not from cold.
His crying is not that of the grief-stricken, as if the Goblin King understands grief. One would need to know how to love in order to grieve. No, it's the high-pitched wailing of the Damned. Before my eyes, I watch Jareth dissolve, rapidly becoming more insubstantial with every passing second. Turning to me, his eyes still solid and fiery, he stalks forward and tries to strike me. His hands pass through me like mist.
Mist...
"You fucking bitch! Do you know what you've done?"
Grinning, I stand on rubbery legs, blood and semen dripping in splatters to the floor, one hand on the wall for balance. "Yeah, I do. This time I know exactly what I've done."
He growls and lunges, passing through me again. I turn to face what's left of him.
"Go back to hell, Goblin King." Every word spills from my lips as triumphant wine, making me heady. His howls linger long after his body fades, his mismatched eyes the last to disappear. I stand in that room with David's body a long time before I remember to try my magic. Oddly enough, it still works. I don't understand how or why or even how long I'll keep it. Right now I don't care; I just want peace, like David.
It's finally over. I won.

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It's been a year, a very strange year.
First off let me explain a few things:
I kept my magic; I used it to alter Jareth's will, so I was the sole beneficiary of the entire Williams' estate (hell, it should legally be mine anyhow - but how do you explain you're dead, you're not dead, you were magically imprisoned, etc); I'm now ridiculously rich even by 22nd century inflation standards (Jareth knew how to invest - I'll give him that); I arranged a private but legal burial for David next to his family with all the honor I felt he deserved (he was as much a victim as I was); I think the combination of the sex and blood and magic and David's death allowed us to switch places, much like when Jareth first tricked me; and...
I did end up pregnant from Jareth's machinations.
That last part, I was never quite sure how to feel. Often I considered the easy abortive options they offered these days, and yet - I was all alone in the entire world. Who was this little child growing inside of me? Was it David's? Family, yes, but far enough apart in genetics to be unconcerned regarding deformities, plus medicine had fixes for so many things these days. Jareth's? Likely, and how did that bode on my future, our future?
Or perhaps some magically induced amalgamation of both men. Was that possible? Normally I would say no, but this is Jareth I'm dealing with and I must take all things into consideration. My gut tells me it's the third possibility, for why else would Jareth insist on performing the sex act in such a specific manner? Sure, he could've wanted just to hurt me, but if there's one thing I've finally learned about the Goblin King - he never does anything for merely one reason.
In the end, I kept the baby and give birth to a healthy six pound seven ounce boy with stunning, mismatched eyes. The nurses were instantly charmed by him. Of course they were - I was too. He was perfect, and only one name fit.
Tobias David Williams - in honor of my brother and my nephew.
As I stand guard over his crib, smiling at the new found (and ironic) peace he has granted me. I watch my three month old son sleep, and I pray I'll be a good mother. I pray for patience and love and all the qualities a good parent requires. I pray we've seen the last of Jareth, the last of his evil in this world and the last of everything which makes me vulnerable to him, so I may better protect my son.
I shiver, a breeze dances over my skin from an open window. I must've forgotten to close it earlier.

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Why Jareth Disappeared

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Basically, since David was the last of the Williams family in the Above (Sarah doesn't count because he used her as an exchange, that's still in effect, the wishing magic was temporary at best) he's keeping Jareth anchored to the Above. Now with Sarah out of the castle for Jareth's use, that's on shaky ground. Jareth is not sent back as long as David's alive, but he and Sarah are in a state of limbo because one of them has to go back because of the permanent magic attached to the castle. Jareth hoped to gain a loophole once he got Sarah pregnant. He could take the baby and start a new bloodline to keep himself anchored to the Above while sending Sarah back when he was done. Assuming the baby didn't anchor Sarah as well. Her Earth magic is very strong and Jareth wasn't entirely sure how their combined baby would change it. When David died, and Sarah had yet to become impregnated (you knows there's a bit of a delay) Jareth's anchor vanished and since Sarah was Above the magic grabbed the original (Jareth) and yanked him back against his will, freeing Sarah completely. Her baby is not an anchor for her, but Jareth could use him as he used the rest of her family.
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