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I Became Queen	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 6856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My consciousness snapped its return at the sound of Brian's voice frantically crying my name. Opening my eyes I met his panicked ones realizing that I lie on his couch and my sense of ridiculousness laughed at the irony of the repeated scene.

"My God! Sarah! Finally, I thought you'd never wake up." Brian held my face between his hands raining kisses over my forehead, eyes, and lips.

"Brian?" My voice cracked, dry and harsh, "How long..." I managed to ask.

"At least a half an hour, I wanted to call an ambulance but...you were so resistant earlier..." He faltered at his explanation and I could tell when he changed his mind as his voice firmed. "I'm taking you to the hospital and if you're worried about money don't be. I'll pay for it." He informed me.

"I can't let you do that." I said, always so stubborn but a fear shot through me at the Gob�at Jareth's threat. What would he do to Brian, sweet Brian if I allowed him near me?

"Sarah, you've had two seizures in one night. Whatever is going on at least humor me, let me take you." He all but pleaded with me, his brown eyes so kindhearted where Jareth's were cruel. I nodded.

"Alright." I conceded and reached an arm upwards for him to help me stand and he assisted me to his car and drove me to the hospital. En route I silently pondered my reality...I wondered at the time. Perhaps I really did have seizures and this insanity of Jareth was nothing more than hallucinations and nightmares? But if it were in my imagination then why was I so sore between my legs...unless Brian...I dared not consider what he may have done to me while I lie unconscious. No...It wasn't my imagination; it couldn't be...could it? In my heart and soul I believed Jareth real and what he wanted I had yet to discover.

Brian stayed with me while I was admitted into the hospital for observation for twenty-four hours but eventually they discharged me once they uncovered nothing dangerously out of the ordinary. As far as the medical profession was concerned I was a healthy enough eighteen year old; though they did worry that my blood iron levels were low, I was diagnosed with anemia and prescribed a high dose iron supplement but that wouldn't explain the seizures; if, indeed, they were seizures. Brian was ecstatic to have found something out of the ordinary in my medical history and even more pleased that I complied with his protective instincts. In his mind it explained my strange behavior even though the doctors assured him of the unrelated connection. I allowed Brian to make his assumptions, it was easier than telling him the truth, because at the time I wasn't entire sure what the truth was either.

He drove me home the next day, walked me to my door, and left me with a sweet, lingering kiss which both titillated me with promises of future delights and tortured me with dread. What would Jareth do? The thought spiked me with fear and lust combined. I greeted my landlady, Mrs. Scott giving her a brief account of my last two days. She was shocked and supportive but being elderly I decided to keep her at a distance. I didn't want Jareth attacking her for just being nice to me. I was due to work at the coffeehouse that afternoon and evening but not the bar so I rested up for awhile before heading out for my shift.

It was uneventful but busy as coffee had become incredibly hip and I was all too happy to take advantage of the trend and the money until I could solve my Jareth predicament and get on with my life. Just before my shift ended Brian dropped by to chat and check on me, buying a coffee so my boss wouldn't consider me lazy. I liked Brian, I sincerely liked him. He was funny and smart and, of course, he was well employed as some type of banker. But mainly he seemed very genuine and caring. Not at all like the boys at high school and especially not Jareth who only wanted to dominate and control. Yet as I sat in Brian's car, as he drove me home, comparing the two diversely different men, I remembered Jareth's gloved hand inside of me and immediately became wet, so wet that my panties clung to my folds and my breasts tingled and I knew I had to run Brian off...to save him.

"Sarah?" Brian inquired as he sensed my distraction. "Is something wrong?"

I tried to smile and could tell by his expression he hoped to be invited inside as he parked in front of my landlady's duplex. "Fine." I said blandly and shuffled from my seat quickly shutting the door behind me before he could exit and open my door for me as usual.

"Sarah?" He inquired again standing by his open door a hurt look on his face.

"It's been great seeing you today, Brian. I gotta go!" I rushed to the front door careful not to meet his eyes knowing I should break it off clean with him but not quite having the courage to say so as I shut the front door behind me, his confused and stunned face burned into my memory. "I'm sorry...but you've got to stay far away from me." I whispered to myself leaning my back to the door, bitter tears misting my eyes.

"Sarah? Is that you?" Mrs. Scott called from the back of the house. I rubbed my face with my hands before answering her.

"Yes, Mrs. Scott, just me." I said back loud enough for her to hear me and pushed off the door walking to her room to check on her. "Hey," I greeted seeing her comfortable in her wingchair watching her favorite television program.

"Sarah, dear, come sit with me for a bit...you look like you could use a good cry." She told me and I accepted her offer. In the few months I'd lived with her we'd not gotten to know each other very much as I worked long hours most every day but she was a pleasant old woman and offered me a type of grandmotherly affection when I did spend time with her.

"Thanks, Mrs. Scott. I actually kind of could." I told her as I sat on a small love seat near her.

"What troubles you?" She asked and I saw compassion in her rheumy eyes which I craved and never received from my own family and tears started anew.

"It's difficult to explain but basically...a man from my past is threatening me and the man I would like be with but he's making it impossible."

"Why that's terrible! Have you gone to the police about the man threatening you?"

"I can't." I sobbed and she reached over and patted my back to comfort me.

"But if he's threatening you..." She added sagely.

"He's too powerful, too well connected." I argued and cried harder, leaning into Mrs. Scott's offered shoulder needing the maternal comfort. How could I fight Jareth? How could I resist him when every molecule of my body responded to him, wanted him even when my mind did not. Mrs. Scott seemed to sense my confusion and ceased arguing with me offering only support for the time as I poured out my sorrows. Eventually my tears dried, we separated, and I went to my room after preparing for bed.

I lie under the covers thinking of the oddness of my young life and where my future might end up. I questioned the powers that be why...why...Jareth tormented me, wanted to isolate me from any others. And why my own conflicted responses? Just thinking about Jareth now made my body hum with passion, the heat pervaded my skin until I tossed and turned needing relief. I resisted touching myself considering instead the classic cure of a cold shower but my thoughts betrayed me and kept drifting back to the forced interlude with Jareth. I tried replacing Jareth with Brian and my anxiety decreased as my fantasy played out in my mind. I craved Jareth but I trusted Brian.

I must've fallen asleep at some point because I don't remember the transition but I do remember awakening back in that landscape of gray fog. I was standing in my nightgown and could feel the tendrils pulling at me, trying to claim me and twisted away but there was nowhere for me run.

"Don't fight it, Sarah." Jareth buzzed into my ear and nuzzled my neck. I attempted to spin and face him but he embraced me from behind tightly, preventing my movement, pulling me against him and I could feel his armor was gone since only leather softness caressed my skin where he touched me.

"Jareth." I replied unable to keep the huskiness from my voice.

"I heard you calling for me, my Precious Thing."

"No...I didn't." I denied my head lolling back onto his shoulder as I spoke.

"Oh, you didn't?" He parroted sardonically. His hand brazenly cupping my breast, his leather clad thumb playing with my nipple through the cotton as he mocked me. I couldn't stop the moan slipping from my throat and his chuckle vibrated against my back. His other hand worked his way down to the apex of my thighs, the tips of his fingers fondling the exterior of my labia and teasing his way between yet still separated by my nightgown and panties. My arms hung limply at my sides.

"No...No, I don't want this...I don't want you." I muttered doing my best to fight my body's rising lust. Jareth pinched my hypersensitive nipple hard and I jumped in both pain and pleasure, a surge of moisture soaking me.

"I bet to differ, my sweet Sarah. I can smell your need." He taunted, his velvet voice tickling my ear as his hands worked on me and I writhed against him. He thrust his hips into my rear and I could feel his leather clad erection slip into the crease of my buttocks as his hand at my pubic region pulled me firmly back against him. My treacherous body betrayed me and responded to Jareth as he knew it would. I heard him sniffing by my ear and his thrusts sped up while his hands worked on me harder, faster, and rougher and I loved and hated every second. My hands gripped the sides of his hips while his legs slipped between my own until I straddled his thigh, the leather rubbing sinfully against my engorged skin through my sodden underwear. Each slid of friction bringing me closer to release and I could hear him grunting in my ear like a beast and part of my mind wondered how close he was as well. Jareth held me steady as I helped him stimulate us but my mind screamed in pain. This was wrong!

"Why are you doing this to me?" I sobbed caught between lust and frustration. He laughed again, the sound dark and seductive then shoved me away from him, hard...hard enough that I stumbled and fell to my hands and knees, the mist parting before me and the rough ground injuring my extremities. The site of blood dampened my ardor but the pain balanced it by bringing a touch of pleasure and I quivered. After everything I still desired release.

"You stupid girl, you want this yet you persist on lying to yourself. Find your own pleasure this night." He declared haughtily before vanishing in a swirl of fog.

I was tempted to follow his advice and seek my own pleasure as my lust still required slaking and after a time once I realized it remained undiminished I did. In those strange and frightening mists while staring at the area where he last stood hoping and fearing his return I put my fingers to effective use and brought myself to successful orgasm. Unfortunately, while it may have been physically complete it was unsatisfying as I continued to crave Jareth's touch and burned with the shame of it-damn him. Inevitably, I cried until I slept and woke once again in my once bed.

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