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Is it already too late?	By : insensitive Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 7105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Please don’t kill me for the super late chapter.. A lot of you were so kind to add the story in their favorite and story alerts and because of you guys it gave me a push into writing the next chapters of the story. I dedicate this to all of you.. =)

A big hug and thank you to TruthHurtsLikeHell, she supported and guided me in the development of this story as a wonderful beta. All of the reviews that this chapter may receive is also dedicated to you my dear.. =)

So please read and review! Your words of encouragement and never ending support fuel us in unraveling this wonderful story. As usual, standard disclaimers do apply because I do not own the Labyrinth. This is just for entertainment purposes

Chapter 4: Duty (or love?) calls

Walking with the goblin towards her room, Sarah observed the dimly lit corridor. The pathway made of stones was cold, its freezing temperature was seeping through her shoes. She wondered if it was the cold or it was her nerves working on overdrive since her confrontation with Jareth minutes ago. She noticed that he is still an arrogant bastard, but she couldn’t really blame him for acting like that since she ‘rejected’ him. Oh God, why am I so assuming? His proposal six years ago was just part of his plans to prevent me from rescuing Toby. But I couldn’t deny that he still looks so gorgeous and handsome and…

“Miss?”

Sarah’s thoughts were interrupted and she hurriedly checked if any drool was present in her mouth. Thoughts of Jareth always make her salivate more. Who wouldn’t right?

“Yes?” was her hurried response.

“Uhmm.. This is your room miss..” the goblin gestured to a wooden door on its left. “Master told me that I would orient you on your duties tomorrow morning”

“Oh.. Thank you.. My name is Sarah, and you are?”

The goblin looked taken aback and bowed gracefully, “My name is Ezrah miss, just call me if you need anything..”

“Okay Ezrah, thank you..” she mustered while gripping the heavy door knob and opening her door.

A simple bed was situated at the center of the room with rose-colored bed sheets and pillowcases. A small vanity table was located to her left complete with small bottles of lotions, oils and perfumes. A fireplace was located to her right in front of a small couch and table that contained several books. Near the vanity table were two double glass doors that lead to a small balcony, which was illuminated by the moonlight. Walking into the room, she noticed that a plush rug covered most of the area protecting her feet from the coldness of the castle. A small door revealed a closet and she immediately placed her clothes in the drawers. After rearranging her clothes, she went to a small door that revealed the bathroom and changed into her tank top and pyjamas. Another dilemma surfaced to Sarah’s mind, where would she hide her medication?

She looked around the room and noticed that the bed sheets reached the floor, reminding herself that surely there were no monsters under it she lifted the sheet and gazed at the empty floor area in front. She grabbed her zip lock bag containing her meds and placed it carefully at the side of the bedpost blocking it from view. No one except Hoggle would know of her condition here in the Underground, especially Jareth. Drinking the medicines that are supposed to help her ‘heal’ for the night, she plopped down on her bed and prepared for sleep to overcome her. Much as she would like to sleep after the day’s events, she found that her mind and body wouldn’t shut down with all the information.

“Okay Sarah, now you’re back in the Underground and you have to go to sleep because you are now a slave here..” she muttered, trying to convince herself. Sensing that it’s of no use, she raised herself from her bed and rummaged through her stuff looking for her journal. Upon opening her journal she listed the following:
1.      Now back in the Underground – as a slave not a QUEEN like you previously hoped
2.      Ask Hoggle about my illness, if it would be affected by the time difference here
3.      Find Ludo, Sir Didymus and Ambrosias
4.      Stop thinking about the possibility that Jareth still likes you

After listing the last item in her journal, Sarah couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Sure she expected that maybe Jareth would welcome her with open arms, but knowing his arrogant bastard self that would be like wishing for the moon and the stars at her own disposal. However, upon seeing him again tonight all of her hopes and dreams of them seemed to float up to the surface of her mind.

She wouldn’t deny that after their encounter six years ago, she would dream of him dancing with her in an intimate way. The ballroom scene would keep on replaying in her mind but instead there were no revelers, just the two of them holding each other as close as possible as if their life depended on it. They would twirl around the room and they would usually end up either in a garden filled with different exotic flowers or most especially a bedroom. It would always end up with Jareth stripping her gown, slowly untying the ribbons in her hair and releasing the zipper of her dress. Sometimes he would pull the ribbons hard and fast as strips of cloth are stripped away harshly from both of their bodies. Both of their hands constantly groping and touching each other’s bodies.

He would kiss her, and in that kiss she would lose herself as if her life was being sucked out of her and returned with new vigour and energy. He would always touch her in the most intimate of places, making all of her nerve endings come alive with the most sensual pleasure she could ever imagine. She knew that even if she haven’t experienced those things in the Aboveground, no one else would be able to let her feel that kind of intensity. Oh how would she give up everything she had just to feel him kissing her! She would admit that most of the time (if not always) that she is having those dreams she would touch herself. Just to imagine that it was his hands doing those things to her lips, her breasts and her intimate area. Thinking about it now brought a sense of warmth and wetness in her undergarments. But honestly, orgasms through self-pleasurable means would always be achieved to release the pent up frustration but it’s not as self-fulfilling if its not given to you by the man of your dreams.

She replayed the way Jareth looked earlier in the throne room. How his blond and wild hair hung in loose tendrils framing his face. How wicked his mismatched eyes seem, they seem so cold and furious that even in its gaze she could feel a new wave of arousal wash over her. His thin lips that formed into his famous smirk. Thinking about his lips made her feel hot as a new gush of liquid fire shot through her nether regions. She tentatively moved her right hand over her breasts, mindful that her nipples are already rock hard. Squeezing them gently, she imagined that she was standing in front of him in the throne room like the scene before except it was just the two of them. It’s like she’s giving him a private show. A show she wanted to perform every night for him alone. She couldn’t control a soft moan that escaped her lips as she continued to massage her breasts. She was lucky that at her age, her breasts grew to a 34C. Sliding her hand inside her top, she fondled one pert nipple while travelling her other hand downwards to her pelvis. Reaching her hot destination, one lone digit circled her nub thinking that it was his hand that was on her intimate area. Unconsciously, she called his name “Jareth….”

Jareth is currently in his study pondering on the day’s activities. No matter how much he ignored the current “guest” in the east wing with the kingdom’s reports, his mind would always drift back to Sarah. He remembered the way she looked after six years. She lost most of her innocent features and was replaced with the curves and body of a woman. Her face still holds that same beautiful (but cruel) eyes that he so admires and her lip looked so plump that he had to fight the sudden urge to just take it into his mouth and devour her. A familiar stirring in his loins was awakened when she appeared in his throne room but he just thought of a fancy swim in the bog to mask his arousal and proceeded to his decision. Knowing that she is in his castle right now did little to control or stop the constant awakening of his member. He wanted to call one of his regular “playmates” to sate his need but decided otherwise. He just chose to drown himself with alcohol.

He was on his fourth (or is it his fifth?) glass of whisky when he sensed that he was being summoned. It was this tugging feeling inside of him whenever someone wishes away a child to him. However, this one was different since he felt that this “call” came from his castle. Conjuring up a crystal in his hand, he viewed the person who dared to summon him at this late hour. Seeing the caller in the crystal, a feral smile graced upon his features and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Sarah continued her ministrations, moaning and gasping at the sensations coursing through her body. She didn’t notice the figure that materialized at the foot of her bed. Jareth on the other hand continued to watch with an amused face at the sight before him. There was Sarah, his slave, pleasuring herself and thinking it was him touching her. It seems like his revenge would be put into action at once.

“I don’t know if I should be pleased or disgusted with you Sarah…”

Imaginary cold water seemed to be splashed onto Sarah when she heard that familiar voice.

Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Jareth on the foot of her bed with his arms crossed and a look that she couldn’t distinguish between anger or was it lust? Seeing him in the flesh with only his white poet’s shirt and tight breeches on made a new wave of wetness splash on her thighs. Withdrawing her hands from her breasts and vagina, she straightened her clothes and blushing furiously replied “W-what are you doing here? If you were disgusted then you could just leave me alone..”

“This is MY castle Sarah, and as your king I will not tolerate your language by saying that the king leave his slave alone..”

Sarah couldn’t think of a single retort. She just wished that the whole ground would swallow her up.

Sensing her uneasiness, he continued “Oh.. Do continue your little act Sarah.. Don’t mind me..”

“W-what?! Are you crazy?”

“Again slave, calling your king crazy is equivalent to a session of torture here. Mind your tongue! I order you to return to what you were doing before I came here..”

Looking away and blushing furiously, she replied. “I-I can’t.”

“You can’t? or you won’t my little slave?” he mused. Approaching her on the bed such that he is towering over her, he added, “Maybe you just need a little persuasion hhmm??”

He quickly grabbed her hand, the one that was touching her womanhood and slowly licked the digits tasting her essence. The act was so hot that Sarah couldn’t help but moan at the sight. She almost came right there and then.

Taking advantage of the situation, Jareth pulled both of Sarah’s hands above her head and fastened them to the headboard. “You’re a virgin aren’t you, my dear slave?” he purred while relishing in the feel of her body beneath his.

Testing the strength of the binds, Sarah knew it was hopeless to escape it. Not that she wanted to anyway. Gazing into the smoldering eyes of her captor, she muttered “S-so? What’s it to you anyway?”

“Oh my dear..” he murmured while licking her ear with the tip of his tongue. “It just adds more fuel to what I wanted to do with you.. Be ready at 6am slave. I’ll be waiting for you at my chambers..” With one last lick at her neck, Jareth suddenly disappeared.

Realizing that her bonds were not loosened by Jareth’s sudden exit, she screamed with all her might “YOU PERVERTED ASSHOLE! LET ME GO!!”
After all of the shouting and cursing she realized that it was hopeless and it looks like she just had to get used to the idea of sleeping in that position. Fighting back the tears, all of the stress for the day and her situation seems to take a toll on her and she fell asleep.

AN: To be continued.. Please read and review!
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