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Courtesan	By : Lasski Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 15072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two - Life goes on.

                Sarah stormed into the room, the slamming of the door against the wall behind her doing nothing to lessen her anger. "You bastard!" she hissed furiously at Zekial, ignoring the other men who were there seated around a rectangular table.

                Zekial smiled calmly at her, rising to his feet to give a mocking bow. "My lady Sarah, perhaps you would wish me to allow us some privacy before we speak.” So saying he dismissed the men from the room then turned to face her, leaning insolently against the table. "What do you wish to discuss, my dear?"

                "You know damn well what's wrong!” Sarah paced.

                Zekial raised an eyebrow, "Did you not find pleasure with his Worship last night?"

                "Don't mock me Zekial. Why didn't you tell me Jareth is coming to court?"

                One corner of Zekial’s mouth lifted up in a lazy half smile "Ah, yes. The Labyrinthine King. I hear he's arriving any day now. What of it?"

                "What the hell am I meant to do about him? I haven't seen him since I ran his damn labyrinth, as far as I know he doesn't know that I'm here. He doesn't know that I'm a courtesan, he-“

                "That's enough Sarah," Zekial said quietly but firmly. Sarah snapped her mouth shut at the tone but continued to glare at him. Zekial gave her a steely look back. "You will do nothing about him. The Goblin King is none of your concern. You will go on as you have always done." He stepped towards her, putting a hand to her neck and stroking the sensitive skin of her throat at the pulse point with his thumb, feeling the angry beat. "I understand that this will be an uncomfortable time for you my dear. I will not give you a promise to make sure that you do not cross paths, if Jareth wants to see you he will. I cannot stop that. However, remember that you are mine, and while I know you find that caging at times, it is also protective. Should the king cause you any distress you may always fall back on my name. But no matter what happens, remember that this time will pass. He will be here but for a week or two and then he will be gone." Zekial suddenly smirked, "All aside, would you really blame me for something over which I have no control? It was not I who invited to King to court."

                Sarah looked at him through slitted eyes, "I hate it when you're logical."

                Zekial chuckled, "one of us has to be. You are too emotional my dear."

                "And you too calculating!" she shot back.

                Zekial slid his hand from her throat, down along the side of her breast, enjoying the dilation of her pupils in reaction to his touch, and around to her backside to cup the soft flesh and draw her towards him. "Not always, my dear, not always. You interrupted my meeting quite rudely and I find myself wanting compensation."

                Sarah slid her arms around his neck pressed her breasts into his chest, letting her breath flow hotly over her lips to dance enticingly on his. "And how would my lord like his compensation?"

                Zekial captured her lips for a brief moment, taking possession. "On your knees," he whispered huskily and Sarah slid down his body to the floor. As independent at she was, Sarah felt safe through Zekial’s possession. At least here she knew who she was. Jareth was a confusion she didn't want or need in her structured world.

                ***

                An hour later Sarah screamed in orgasm as Zekial used his tongue, teeth and fingers between her legs. His dark head an erotic sight with her hands tangled within the thick strands, holding him there. He pulled away and looked up at Sarah, flesh flushed with passion, eyes closed in ecstasy, and lips parted with exertion.

                Sarah groaned as Zekial pulled away and felt him turn her body on the table to lie on her stomach and arched against him as he thrust inside her from behind. There were times she both hated and loved having Zekial as a lover. Hated it because he never seemed to tire, taking her time and time again. Hour after hour. Orgasm after orgasm. He often pushed her until she lay unconscious, waking up sore all over and praying that she had time to have a bath to ease the ache before he took her again. Loved it because on the practical side there was no one else who she could not keep up with in bed, and on the physical side he was an excellent lover. He gave her as much pleasure, if not more than what he demanded for himself. There were times when only he could satisfy the craving that he had taught her to live by, even after just being with another man. She did not imagine herself as being his only lover, in fact she had often walked in on him pounding into some female, but she did pride herself on the fact that she was the only one who was able to satisfy his craving, who could take all of him. Truth be told Zekial was more than adequately endowed and there were some who could not take him, who tore if he took them too roughly - and the lord often liked his sex rough. Zekial knew no love, only pleasure. The closest he came to the emotion was the affection he had for Sarah.

                Zekial pulled back and slammed back into her, stretching her ruthlessly to make her mould to his flesh. There was a knock on the door and he gave the terse command to enter before thrusting into her again. The messenger entered the room, hesitating for a moment before the scene. "What is it boy?" Zekial growled and Sarah pushed back against his flesh. She remembered the first time this had happened - when Zekial had taken her in front of someone else…

***Flashback***

                Sarah rocked back and forth on Zekial in his study chair, delighting in the sensations that his body gave hers, loving for once that she had the dominant position. They were both still dressed, Zekial had his pants open and Sarah’s dress hiked up to her waist pooled around their joined hips. Her bodice was open and pulled to the sides so that he could feast on her breasts.

                She had been his lover for three weeks, ever since her sixteenth birthday when he had taken her in the most gentlest, almost loving way, ensuring her pleasure over and over again before taking his own. There had been the briefest spark of pain as he broke through her hymen, and instantly forgotten in the surging pleasure. Since then he had introduced her to endless carnal acts, all mind-blowing and full of ecstasy. She could almost believe that he loved her except that no word of love passed his lips beyond that of appraisal, encouragement, tutelage, and constant reminders that one day she would be pleasuring other males in this way. Since that day was way off - not until her eighteenth birthday - she wasn’t inclined to think about it too much.

                "Clench your muscles on the upstroke Sarah,” Zekial instructed and then groaned through his teeth as her body pulled tightly against the full length of him like a gripping fist as she rose up. “Relax as you come down, otherwise you’ll be too tight and there’ll be pain.” Following his directions Sarah was able to slide quickly and effortlessly down, both experiencing a quick rush of heat splashing out through their veins to add to the building fire.

                Suddenly there was a knock at the door and before Sarah could move off Zekial it opened to admit Carrick. Carrick was one of three male courtesans that Zekial owned and, like Sarah was to be, also doubled as a spy. Male courtesans were different from female courtesans in that they did not openly announce their occupation - as in the Aboveworld the double standard applied in the Underground of males being able to sleep with as many women as they wanted, whereas it was frowned upon if done by females. The woman who employed male courtesans whispered of their exploits in darkened corridors and behind closed doors. That was not to say that woman did not enjoy courtesans as much as males, just that male courtesans steered clear of the husbands of their clients.

                Sarah stilled violently as Carrick strode into the room and fell back into the couch pushed up against the wall. Colour flared up over her cheeks and she sought to turn away; there was no way that Carrick could not know what was going on. Unable to know what to do to escape the situation she turned to Zekial.

                Zekial merely looked at her with his dark green eyes. “Don’t stop now my dear,” he said it in a low voice and the hard bulk inside her twitched as if to remind her it was there.

                “B-but…” she hesitated in a stumbled whisper, and flushed a deeper red in mortification.

                Zekial smoothed a gentle and firm hand over the flank of her thigh as he would to calm a flighty horse. “Don’t feel ashamed Sarah. I assure you none of the pleasure has been taken away for me. Carrick is enjoying the show - see? He is fully aroused already.”

                Sarah glanced, unable to help herself, and saw that the fabric between Carrick’s legs was indeed pulled taut from the rigid flesh underneath. She looked away.

                “No,” Zekial said softly and turned her face back to the other man, “don’t look away. I want you to watch him as we move together. A woman is most beautiful and desirable in the peak of her pleasure, the moment she climaxes. When she is caught in that exquisite whirlwind of pleasure and pain. A male’s prowess is not truly judged by the amount of women he beds but by the amount of orgasms he can force from her body. Look into his eyes as you explode around me, gripping me tightly, aroused by the knowledge that while you experience the greatest gift life has to offer he is restricted to the sidelines.” Zekial’s voice softened to a low purr like a lazy male lion, “he will grow forever aroused, forever harder and only you have the power to decide if he is allowed release or not.”

                Zekial leaned closer to her ear on the other side of her head so as not to obstruct her view of Carrick and nibbled gentle on the outer shell of her ear, making Sarah shiver in addition to the growing heat between her legs. “The excitement is the same as when you push me pass my limit, but whereas I am buried inside you,” he rocked his hips up and Sarah pushed down responsively and watched fascinated as Carrick’s irises contracted in sexual excitement, “he has nothing.” Zekial concluded.

                Now, when Zekial lifted her up Sarah pushed back down, when he slipped the tips of her breasts into his mouth she arched back, when he caressed her buttocks her breath quickened. Her reactions enhanced as Carrick and Sarah watched each other. The more aroused Carrick got, the more Sarah wanted to make him harder, the more she responded to Zekial, and the more Carrick watched her and became aroused. As Sarah climaxed she felt a thrill as Carrick let out a sound somewhere between a moan of envy and a groan of pain, and his hips lifted up as if the motion would push him into Sarah, to have the same release as Zekial as the lord emptied himself inside her.

                Both temporarily sated, Zekial then demanded Carrick’s report on his latest mission, including Sarah in the conversation so that she might further her infiltrator education. Carrick hadn’t been able to get some relief until some hours later.

***End flashback***

                Since that day in his office, the sexual exploits that Zekial had shown her increased in depravity, introducing her to the way pain could inflame the senses and increase pleasure, sex toys, the responsibilities of both mistress and slave in bondage, public sex, anal sex, group sex… She never knew there were so many facets to ecstasy. But in the following two years Zekial taught her all of them.

                Eventually it did not bother her if someone walked in on her with someone, even less if she walked in on someone else. In fact, she often found it exciting to take her lords’ pleasurably in a place that was public - like out on a darkened balcony, knowing that in the room inside there was some formal dinner going on.

                "Th- the High King requests your presence, my lord" the page stumbled.

                "Fuck!" swore Zekial.

                "That's what we're doing," Sarah replied breathlessly, delighting in the sudden increase in his pace, and keened as one of his hands moved between her legs to rub at the sensitive nub of flesh there. In seconds they both came. Sarah slumped upon the desk as Zekial straightened himself, pulling his clothes back on. "Tell the High King that I will be there within the hour."

                "Yes, my lord," answered the young page and fled the room

                Sarah rose from her position and rolled the muscles in her back to stretch. Looking around for her dress she found the ripped cloth in the corner of the room. Zekial snapped his fingers and she felt the air tingle with magic and found herself clothed again.

                "Take the rest of the day and tonight off, you probably didn’t get much sleep last night," Zekial said, "I should be back later and we can finish what we started."

                "Yes my lord," she answered.

                At the door he turned back to her, "Sarah?"

                "Yes?"

                "I don't want to hear anything more about the Goblin King. Am I clear?"

                Her teeth grinded and her lips pressed together just the slightest. "Crystal.”

                ***

                Fifteen minutes after Zekial left, Sarah crept out of his keep, consciously recognizing the fact that she was sneaking out partly to undermine Zekial’s authority. She never could decide which was more difficult - getting in or out of the place. The whole keep literally crawled with guards and hidden sentry. Zekial made sure he knew of everything that went on in his home, more so than in any other aspect of his life. However, Sarah was confident that even Zekial didn’t know of her irregular trips into the city, after all she knew every inch of the keep and every person and where every person was every minute of the day. If anyone could get out of Zekial’s keep unnoticed (or at least with a backup plan to explain her absence) it was she.

                The plain brown cloak with the hood pulled down low allowed her to make the twenty-minute walk without notice. The further she walked into the inner city west side the more derelict the streets became. The buildings needed repairs to the point that it would have been more profitable to burn them down and rebuild. The pavement tapered off into dirt with the odd cracked cement block here and there. There were fewer people in houses and more out in the street. The smell slipped into stench; a combination of urine, alcohol, vomit and other generally unsanitary odours. There wasn’t the boisterous chatter of the market place, or the peaceful quiet of normal residential areas but an unnatural murmur that spoke of secrets, theft, poverty and death. Sarah resisted the urge to wipe her hands on the cloak to get rid of the grime she could feel attaching itself to her. The first and only time she had come to this side of town with Zekial was for him to show her the difference between a courtesan and the whores that lined these streets.

                “Hey honey!” a rough voiced called out to her, “why don’t you come over here and give me a little bit.”

                Sarah ignored the call and walked on, forcing herself not to speed up.

                Drunken laughter burst out. “Looks like she don’t want none of you. Not that I blame her,” another voice taunted and there was an answering thunk of flesh hitting flesh.

                “Yo honey. Get your arse back down here. I wanna talk to you.”

                Sarah snorted under her breath. Yeah… talk. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she heard footsteps following her.

                “Hey bitch! I’m talking to you,” the voice said angrily.

                The moment a beefy hand grabbed her slender arm and spun her around she used the momentum to jab the filthy man in the throat temporarily cutting off his air supply and then moved to knee him in the groin. He dropped to the ground gasping for air and in pain. Sarah said nothing but turned to continue her journey. Behind her the drunken laughter came again and male voices slurred out congratulations to her and jeers to their fallen comrade.

                Rounding the next corner she jogged up the steps to a fallen building Sarah pushed back the dusty sheet that acted as a door. The instant the curtain swished back in place cutting out the sunlight Sarah was attacked by a flurry of small arms and legs.

                “Hey!” Sarah said in mock protest as she half-heartedly tried to fend off the affection of the twins’ hugs. Blond and blue eyed and all of six years old they looked like the angels they… weren’t. One clung to each of her legs, wrapping arms and legs around her, effectively trapping her to the spot with their combined weight. It was possible to walk dragging them along the ground, but only just.

                “Hey rascals.” Sarah smiled and ruffled the fine hair on both their heads and they grinned up at her with innocent mischief. Sarah often thought that this was what Toby might look like at six years -Toby… her one regret in leaving the Aboveworld, which was, consequently, why she sought out the orphanage in the first place.

                The dank place right in the middle of the slums also doubled as a place for struggling mothers with young children. They had precious little money and ending up being more a place of refuge than a place of material help. Clothing provided were hand-me-downs of the nth degree and most of the time the food handed around was collected from the rubbish out the back of restaurants and bars stolen by the children before others on the street could get to it. But there was plenty of comfort in the way of hugs and emotional help to go around. The children who lived in the orphanage also had a strong loyalty to each other, even though they tended to fight amongst themselves.

                “Are you two going to let go?” she asked lightly

                The two anti-angels shook their heads.

                “You’re not allowed to move.”

                “We won’t let you.”

                “You have to stay here forever.”

                “Until you die.”

                “Yeah, forever and ever until you die.”

                Sarah chuckled. “Is that so? And you won’t let go for anything?”

                “Nup. For nothing.”

                “Not even chocolate.”

                “Or lollies.”

                “Or lollies and chocolate!”

                “I see,” Sarah said thoughtfully and looked up to see Susan, the woman in charge of the orphanage watching on, amused. She raised an eyebrow in a silent ‘do you need help?’ Sarah shook her head. She could deal with two little anti-angels. “Not even if I do this?” she said and leaned down to tickle one then the other blond boy. They squealed and laughed, the great breath stealing cackling robbing them of strength so that Sarah could easily slip free. She tickled them a good deal more so that they would be exhausted for a few minutes. She left them lying on the ground panting, unable to get up.

                Grinning, Sarah hailed Susan. “Things seem to be going well today.”

                Susan poured Sarah a cup of tea in a chipped cup. “It’s been a little quiet lately and none of the kids have acted up yet. It’s the calm before the storm. By tonight the kids will be raising hell.”

                Sarah chuckled, “I’ll be long gone before then.”

                “Honey, if I was in your place I wouldn’t stick around either,” Susan said, sipping at her own tea.

                “Here,” Sarah said and extracted a pouch of coins from her cloak. It wasn’t gold, mainly bronze with a few silver coins thrown in for good measure, but having gold meant that you were liable to steal from.

                Susan reluctantly took the money. “You know I hate when you do this…”

                Sarah shrugged, “but you can’t afford to reject it. Just get used to it Susan. I’ll invest as much money as I like in the orphanage and no one is going to stop me.”

                Susan sighed and changed the subject “The annual summit is in the next two days and we’re hoping the mayor will bring up the importance of orphanages in the west side. We might get some funding this year.” There was a thread of hope in her voice.

                Sarah knew the chances of that happening and they weren’t likely. However, she was a working on a solution to the problem. It was one of the reasons why she had strove to become the best courtesan the underground had ever seen. All she needed now was to kick Kayla out from her position.

                “I can’t stay for long,” Sarah confessed, “I’m not even meant to be out at the moment.” She might be brazen enough to defy Zekial a little but she wasn’t stupid.

                “I really wish you would tell someone when you come here. What if something happened to you? Your parents would be so worried!” Susan reiterated her usual argument. Like the rest of the orphanage they believed Sarah to be the daughter of a wealthy family. Rich enough to be passing money out but not so high on the aristocracy scale that the family was well known. Sarah was content to let the misbelief continue.

                Sarah stood up and stretched, easing sore muscles and fighting off fatigue. She stifled a yawn but didn’t manage to escape the notice of Susan who spent every day watching after the sly and street-smart children of the slums.

                “Go home and get some sleep, Sarah. You look like you’re about to fall on your feet.”

                “Maybe your right” Sarah conceded.

                “I know I’m right.” Susan said in an authoritative voice.

                Not about to argue Sarah make quick good-byes and headed back out into the street.

                As she rounded the corner she saw beefy drunken guy and his friends still milling around on the street. ‘Here was trouble’ she thought as they recognized her and called out vulgarities in her direction. Beefy drunken guy stepped directly in her path bringing her to a halt. He gave her a slow once over and gave a sleazy grin as he once again looked at her face.

                Sarah raised a non-concerned eyebrow, all traces of drowsiness gone, “Do you really want to be taken down again?” There was a slight hint of warning in her voice.

                Somewhere in the alcohol laden brain the few brain cells that had thus far survived daily ethanol abuse sparked and struggled to work. A moment of sobriety flared in his eyes and he stepped out of her way, saving himself from grievous bodily harm.

                Effort averted, Sarah headed back to the keep for some sleep.
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