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The Once and Future Goblin King - Complete	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Head Over Heels

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Fingers are on my back; they stroke my bare skin from my shoulders to my buttocks. I lay face down and naked on something soft which smells of fresh hyacinth. The scent reminds me of something but my memory is fuzzy, and it strays just out of reach. The fingers continue to trail over my skin, teasing me and moving lower until they dip between my spread legs. Involuntarily, I arch my hips up and back, questing for more contact with the mysterious fingers.
I hear muffled grunting and realize it's me; the soft material partially covering my face also restricts my voice. Where am I? Why can't I remember how I got here? The fingers probe into my private regions, delicate yet demanding. Disoriented and confused, I somehow remember my runaway libido as it eagerly responds to the stranger's ministrations. I can feel how wet am I, feel it pool and heat, feel it dibble and slide around the fingers' explorations.
"Oh fuck..." I moan in to the softness, writhing my body farther back onto the fingers until my stomach lifts up and I'm able to move my knees underneath to support my weight. As I move my arms to push upwards a second hand flattens on my upper back and pushes my face down. It's then I realize I must be in a bed. I'd feel triumphant at figuring this out except I don't know whose bed I'm in, and really, right now I don't care as long as they don't stop.
The second hand joins the first and now they're both working on my exposed body. Quickly, I give over to the sensations generated as three fingers are worked inside me and pumped while my clit is pinched and roughly rubbed. I add my own frantic backwards thrusting to deepen the penetration, and whoever it is complies by working their fourth finger and thumb inside and shoving with deliberate, rapid force.
"God! Yes ... yes, harder!" I shout as I'm spread wider, my slickened walls pulling the hand inside of me just as it resists it so deliciously; each centimeter gained is a painful pleasure. I haven't felt this alive in years. Sparks of passion jolt through me, each one brings me closer to my release until I hover just on the edge. I'm so hot, sweat beads over my skin, runs down my back and collects at my neck. My hair is moist and still I'm dancing on the razor.
"P-please, please!" I squirm frantically.
A body suddenly presses fully against my back, pushes me into the bed, and I can tell - unequivocally - the person is male because his naked body is flush to mine and the touch whites out my brain. The heat and firmness of his nudity leaves no doubt of his own state as he lays his full weight upon me, hands adjusting, reaching around to continue their business. I accommodate him, hoping he'll finish what he's started.
The feel of the sheets rasping on my nipples is torturous as I twist and turn beneath him, striving for that last glimpse of nirvana. His restrictive, masculine weight tugs at some memory, and I feel a fresh gush of moisture between my legs with a simultaneous wave of nausea. He says in my ear, his voice hardly a breath through my sweat-dampened hair:
"I've missed you, my precious thing."
Then I'm coming, harder and more viciously than I've ever climaxed in my fucked up life. I spasm so hard my back arches, throwing my head upwards. Jareth draws out my orgasm with expert precision and I'm lost to the world, driven by my lust. At some point in my fog, he plunges himself to the hilt within me and my pleasure starts anew.
I'm screaming. My throat frays and I can hear my voice crack, but it's all distant as I'm swamped by Jareth's growls in my ear. His fingers claw into my shoulders from underneath my chest for leverage. He's wrapped around me from behind and fucking me so hard it feels as if I'll be split apart. And I've never come so hard in my life, so many times in a row, even with my illusions. It just keeps going and going until I'm limp and near unconscious. I suppose I could call this rape since I never actually consented, but it feels so damn good.
Just before I do lose consciousness, I feel Jareth swell inside of me, hardening a tad more and his teeth sink into my shoulder near the base of my neck. The pain sends me over the cliff one last time and I hear his own grunts of completion timed with his massive thrusts. I'm too exhausted to scream; my voice has long since fled. But I whimper and shudder as my last orgasm squeezes his manhood buried deep inside. As I drift rapidly into slumber, I feel him withdraw leaving me oddly weightless and bereft; the chill in the air is acutely noticeable and my skin prickles.
"Rest, precious thing," he says, brushing my hair from my face. I blink, bleary-eyed, and try to speak but he shushes me. He's terribly beautiful, surpassing all my remembrances, and my throat closes up at the tender expression on his face. This can't be true. He betrayed me, tricked me, trapped me!
He leans down further, the candle light of the bedroom making his pale skin glow, and kisses my forehead. "I'll come back for you later."
"Mmm-hmm..." I mumble and try to move.
"Ah-ah, what did I say?" He pats my head gently. "Sleep now, talk later." Jareth smiles at me and I want to cry, refuse to do so with him as my witness. Eyelids soo heavy, I stop fighting them and vaguely wonder if he's spelled me. Then again he wouldn't need to after our activities. I fall asleep listening to him move around and eventually leave the room with a softly shut door; my last thought is a mixture of confusion and utter bliss.
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When next I wake, I feel sore and sated - an interesting combination and one I don't remember ever experiencing. Even the first time Jareth took me, it wasn't like this. I woke sore but had no feeling of ... contentment? No other word seems appropriate as I float on my hormonally induced satisfaction. At least I hope it's merely from hormones; what if he cast more magic over me? I sit up with a jerk at that realization, my head swimming and my stomach roiling.
"Sleep well, precious thing?" Jareth's sultry baritone washes over me as I'm doubled over clutching my middle. Swallowing thickly, I glance up and see the man of my dreams and nightmares, my pleasure and torment; he's sitting, fully dressed, at a table laden with food. Saliva fills my mouth when my eyes connect the view with the appetizing smells, and my nausea dissipates.
"Jareth?"
"Yes?" He cocks his head at me, smiles lazily, and leans back into his chair.
"It's really you?"
"In the flesh," he smirks, "though I wonder at your need to question that after yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
"You've been asleep for nearly twenty-four hours, Sarah."
"Oh." That's great, some comeback. Where's my desire for ass-kickery? Apparently it fled along with my ability to stand because my legs feel like my bones have liquefied, and I'm a bit uncertain about getting out of bed. Shifting my position, the sheet falls and reveals my nudity and Jareth growls. My eyes meet his across the room: makes my skin chill, my nipples harden and my center heat up and fluids seep onto my inner thighs.
"Stop it," I whisper.
"What?" His voice is husky and low and even at the distant of several feet I can see him growing aroused.
"Whatever magic you're doing to me," I say in a stronger voice, my chin jutting defiantly.
He laughs, throwing his head back, his long, platinum hair streaming over his silken clad shoulders. "I? Oh, precious thing, I'm not casting any magic on you." The sexy creak of his leather trousers inform me before my eyes do that he's standing and moving toward me in that cat-like slink of his.
"I don't believe you."
"Oh, you don't?" Now he's mocking me and my anger burns hotter than my passion. Before he can reach the bed, I've scooted to the opposite edge and wrapped the sheet tight around me. Shrugging with a casual frown, he sits on the other edge and leans on one elbow.
"My chambers currently have a dampening spell on them. Neither of us can perform any magic while we're here." At my perplexed expression he adds with a hand flourish. "Go on, try it."
"Alright," I rely snidely and twist my hand and wrist to manifest ... nothing. "What the hell is this?"
"I told you, no magic in this room." He sits up and gestures to the food. "You must be hungr-"
"And I bet the door's unlocked too!"
"By all means," he indulges me with a smile and resumes his reclined position, "try it as well."
I jerk the sheet free of the bed with several vicious yanks causing Jareth to tip precariously near his edge, but he only chuckles and readjusts as I wear my toga across the room, grab the wrought iron handle and wrench the door open with a gasp. His light chuckle deepens to a full-throated laugh; my face burns with humiliation. Surely there must be a trick, a barrier trapping me inside. Forcing myself to ignore him, I ease one hand past the door jamb then the other, finally my entire body is standing in the hallway and I feel fine.
Jareth's laughing has settled down and I turn to see him intently watching me. Laugh at me; trick me; seduce me; my rage boils back up and, with a snarl, I manifest a crystal and fling at him one-handedly. It hits the dampening barrier at the door, freezes, hangs, and dissolves into mist.
"Will you never listen to me?" Jareth stands from the bed, strolls to the door, and leans one shoulder on his side of the frame. "No. Magic. In. Here."
Cobra fast, his hand flashes out, grips my still upraised arm and yanks me back inside the room; I nearly lose my hold on the sheet as I trip over its length. He wraps both arms around me, keeping me snug to his chest and the scent of his leather, musk and spicy magic makes me light-headed. Fighting to keep from swooning, I tilt my head back and meet his icy blue gaze.
"What do want, Jareth?" I say, sneering.
"I've gone to considerable trouble arranging things, Sarah, the least you could do is be civil."
"Arranging things?" I struggle in his embrace, trying to free myself, but his arms tighten and I give up. "Like trapping me in that awful place? Tricking me into taking your place?"
A frown skitters across his features for a second. "I was desperate at the time; you were my best solution, my only one really."
"I-wh-if that's your idea of an apology, you suck at it."
Eyes narrow and lips thin, Jareth glares down at me. "If I were to apologize would you behave yourself while we talk?"
"Well I don't know." My lips pout, but I can't cross my arms because they're still smashed against his torso. "But it'd be a start." I swear the sound of his teeth grinding echoes in the bedroom.
"Very well, I apologize for my earlier actions." Silence reigns between us as we stare each other down.
"That's it?"
"It's tremendously generous!"
I snort. Jareth releases me so unexpectedly I nearly lose my balance stumbling back, and I see his expression darken. "And to think I looked forward to having you by my side," he mutters as he stomps back to the table.
"What did you say?" I can't help my stunned response as I traipse behind him, head tilted and trailing the silken sheet. I reach out, clutching at his billowing sleeve. "Jareth, what do you mean?"
Spinning, he snaps. "Well I should think it's rather obvious, I pulled you from that horrid prison so you might take your rightful place by my side!"
"I ... wha ... I ..." My mouth gapes like a fish as I become inarticulate. After all, what could I say to that? Hell, I'm not even sure how I feel about Jareth or his admission. As his anger melts, he takes my lax hand and leads me to the table; I'm unresisting.
"Eat, Sarah. We'll talk after."
"Okay." I nod dumbly and stare at the feast, all foods never found at the castle. I gulp; he that remembers too.
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