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A Wish Awry	By : PhantomAngelofMusic Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Jim Henson's the Labyrinth, any and all characters found in said movie, nor do I make any money off of this work.

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           He sighed softly, looking at the long stone corridor that stretched on for an eternity in either direction. There appeared to be no curves, no openings, nothing of the sort. But he knew, having seen the Labyrinth from the hilltop, that was not the case. So far as he was concerned, there was a glamor on the stonework. Walking across the narrow corridor, he placed one hand against the wall, turned to the left, and began walking, tracing the stonework by feel, to check for openings, or divot that might indicate a hidden passage.
          Before too long, he found a gap in the stone wall, an opening wide enough for three men standing side by side to walk through. Grinning to himself, he turned into the hidden opening, understanding the optical illusion immediately. The walls had all been built such that they matched exactly, making it seem a flat plain.
           Turning down one side of the T like opening, he paused, one eye brow arching, as he stepped into a new area. Where before, in the long, unending corridor, the stonework had been a coarse, brown, crumbling almost granite type of stone, and this new area, in which the winding vastness of the entire Labyrinth could be seen, was made of a more solid, marble like, redish brown stone.
           And there, far in the distance, the massive castle that seemed cut straight from the cliff face, in the center of everything. He sighed softly, as he gazed around, half contemplating taking a quick break, stopping for some water, but it was too soon for that, much too soon. And he could only imagine what torture that rat bastard was putting his girl through.
         Making his way through the nearest opening that led, so far as he could see, center-ward, he started forward. Though he knew that there was no way, at least from here, to know if this passage would actually lead him to the castle, or if it was a dead end, or a winding circle that would waste his time and nothing more.
          However, the walls were more than double his height, and he was by no means short... although, he admitted grudgingly to himself, that that accursed Fae had had a good few inches on him.
          Muttering under his breath as he went, cursing the Fae-King, his height, and almost feminine good looks, he stopped short, cursing loudly. In his mind's eye he saw his girl, bound, kneeling at the feet of the Fae, his gloved hand yanking her hair, forcing her head up, baring her throat for all to see. He knew what hair pulling did to her, and he had very little doubt that it would not take the sly bastard long to notice that restraints, bondage, and hair pulling, were amazing ways to turn her on.
         Fuck.
         That little dwarf had said she might not want to come back with him if he took too long... what if...
        "DAMMIT! DAMN YOU you bastard! What the hell are you planning!?" He screamed, swearing mindlessly at the sky, as he lost his wits completely for a moment, and slammed his fist into the nearest wall.
         "Well..."
        Came a soft, amused, all too pleased drawl, from somewhere behind him. Whirling around, the boy stared, slack jawed, at the very disheveled appearance of the Goblin King.
        "You know... grown women are so very rarely wished away, and certainly, never into MY possession, since, of course, most wished away, go to my Goblins, don't they? And considering she is such a lovely prize, and so very submissive..." He stopped, turning to grin wickedly at the boy.
       "I figured I'd have a bit of fun with her. You seem rather well versed in the Fae, lad, so I'm certain you know how fond of fun and games we are." He smirked, as he stopped to enjoy the look of purest rage on the boy's face.
       "Now, now, don't fret. I've not taken her yet, by any means. Just a bit of foreplay, as it were. She does make the most delightful little noises, you know."
       He side stepped, as the boy ran forward, trying to clock the Fae, and with a smirk, Jareth leaned forward, almost uncomfortably close for a moment to the boy.
       "How strange, I don't smell her on you at all, nor you on her. How very curious. As I doubt that I'll be able to get an honest answer from yourself, I shall simply have to interrogate her, that is... if I can wrest an intelligible answer from between her moaning, at any rate."
        At that, the Fae-King vanished, as the boy lunged forward, apparently with the intention of knocking his lights out. All that was left, as the boy stumbled forward, and slammed head first into a wall, was the echo of the King's mocking laughter.

      She lay on the vast bed, the ropes that bound her still tightly in place, the ball gag, and blindfold still in place as well. The only thing's NOT in their place, in fact, were her shirt, and skirt. Her underwear alone served to protect her from the slight chill in the air.
      Also, she was alone, His Majesty having vanished after somehow divesting her of her long black skirt, through the ropes that held her fast. She whimpered softly, as she tried to curl up, in an effort to fend off the slight chill.
     "Hush, lovely one." His soft voice whispered in her ear, from out of nowhere, as she felt his warmth, and weight settle once more onto the vast plush bed.
     "Now... where were we?" He asked, as his gloved fingers landed softly upon the scant undergarments that shielded her from his gaze. Pressing inward slightly, feeling the thin fabric give way to his probing fingers, and the dampness already there, though he had hardly begun with her. It seemed she was an excitable one, after all.
      A soft whimper escaped her, modulating into a moan as his fingers slid across the tiny bead of her pleasure through the thin fabric, forcing a shiver down her spine.
     "Very good. Now then, if you promise to behave, and mind me, as your King, for, you are my subject, at least, until the game is over, then I will remove the gag, and allow you to speak, some. Agreed?" He asked, his voice a soft whisper, in her ear, as he increased the pressure with his fingers, as the last word left his lips.
      Another soft moan escaped her, as she stretched, catlike, within the frame of the ropes, and nodded slightly, just enough for him to see.
      He laughed, a soft, dark chuckle, as he bent forward, and removed the gag. "There we go, that's good." Bringing his gloved hands back down, he curled his fingers into the scrap of cloth between her legs, and pulled gently, allowing himself his first sight of her.
      He sighed, a soft, satisfied sound, as he gazed upon her. Even through the dim shadows of his bedchamber, he could see that she was glistening. Bringing one hand down, he parted her inner lips, which, unlike most women whom he had been with, were quite long, and exceedingly pink.
     He smirked, feeling her arch to his touch, as best she could, bound as she was by the ropes. "Enjoy that, do you?", he asked in a self satisfied tone.
    "Yes..." She hissed softly, whimpering a bit. He pulled back, frowning at her, though he knew she couldn't see him.
     "Ah, ah, ah. Now I know we've been over this. Yes, what?" He asked, in a mocking tone of voice.
     "Yes - Your Majesty..." She whimpered, her tone pleading. Grinning foolishly, as she couldn't see anyway, he slid a finger deeply inside her, as a reward. "Good girl..." He whispered. "Now, then... I've a few questions, and you're going to answer them." He paused, as he immersed himself in the delightful task of watching her squirm beneath him, all but writhing in ecstasy already.
      "My, my, you are a passionate one, aren't you? Doesn't that owner of yours ever see to your pleasure?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to one side. He hadn't meant it to be his first question, but he was genuinely curious. There was absolutely no reason why a beauty such as herself should be starved, sexually.
      "N-no... Your Majesty...." She gasped, barely able to make herself heard.
     "What? Why ever not?" He was completely flummoxed at this point.
      "We live far apart, on opposite sides of the country almost, Majesty.. please..." She begged, twisting beneath his hand, as he continued to explore her. As she begged, he laughed softly, and slid another gloved finger within the well of her, though this time, it was a bit of an effort to do so.
      "I see, and you have never met in person then?" She shook her head, unable to answer, as his thumb caressed her clit, with the two leather clad fingers inside her.
      He stopped, pulled his hand free, and leaned over her, his breath in her ear, as he spoke. "He doesn't deserve you." Was all he said, before he bent down, and, swift as lightning, claimed her lips in a searing kiss.
    Caught by surprise, she gasped, unknowingly yielding her mouth to his. He was quick to take advantage of the opening, as he took possession of her mouth with his own, all but ravaging her with his tongue.
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