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Category:
G through L › Labyrinth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
7,041
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Labyrinth, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Canine Partakes of the Maiden
Please enjoy. This is my first published adult fan fiction. If this goes well, we'll probably do this again for another suitable film.
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Chapter One
“In Which the Canine Partakes of the Maiden”
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“Give me the child. Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great ...”
Thunder rumbled over the field, shaking the trees with a soft, but malevolent tremor. Amongst the wavering leaves, a single barn owl, its white colors contrasting sharply with the deep green, sat unshaken. Its dark orb-like eyes peered upon the girl down below with silence. She appeared a fair maiden, clad in a white floor-length gown, a delicate circle of silver sitting atop her head of thick brown hair. A pause, and the girl continued her dialogue.
“For my will is as strong as yours, my kingdom as great ...”
The girl paused, eyes lowered in thought. Her eyebrows furrowed, calmly unsatisfied with herself. Another few moments, and she shook her head, lifting the small leather-bound book to eye level. “Damn. I can never remember that line ...” The front of the small book had the word Labyrinth printed across the front in faded gold print. It was, by far, one of her most favored and treasured possessions.
A moment later and the girl looked up from its pages, and spoke her forgotten line,
“You have no power over me.”
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Disappointed in her own feeble memory, Sarah closed the book, then lifted her gown and slipped the book into her back jeans pocket. It had been a long, common day, and she was growing tired and anxious. Wandering towards the nearest tree, she kicked at lifted patches of grass in her path and gave a gruff sigh. “No power over me ... I couldn’t disagree more. I would like nothing more than for someone to overpower me ...”
As she reached the tree, Sarah pivoted on her right foot and flopped down into a seated position against its trunk. Another sigh escaped her, and then she scooted down to recline, her hands clasped over her stomach. Her eyes fluttered before they closed in relaxation.
“Have his way with me ... Take me ... Make me feel ...”
Trailing off, a light slumber overtook Sarah.
Merlin was the family’s dog, and Sarah’s accomplice on her visit to the park that day. Currently the sheep dog was lying in the grass several feet away from his master, eying the slumbering girl with curiosity. He knew the girl’s deepest desires. She kept them hidden from her stepmother and her father, knowing they could not understand. But he knew, he knew. Almost every night, some times several times a day, she would slip away to her bedroom, close and lock the door behind her, and mourn her unsatisfied desires. Some times Merlin would hear her working herself for hours without end. How he pitied her, a pretty and fertile young human, unable to find a suitable means to grant her deepest wishes.
Perhaps ... Perhaps he could indulge her ...
Sarah’s silent, shaggy young companion rose from his place and headed over to her. Merlin sniffed at her shoulders, working up to her face, carefully making sure that she was indeed asleep. And she was ...
Tenderly, the sheep dog began to rub his nose about Sarah’s chest and stomach, giving with each deep breath she took. Each time the canine graces one of Sarah’s breasts, the maiden seemed to unconsciously acknowledge it with a deeper exhale, and a slow turn of her head. Noticing this, the canine made effort to grace against her bosom several more times, nudging and pushing. Sarah exhaled deeply again, giving a very soft moan. Growing bored of the task quickly (he didn’t understand the obsession with humans and foreplay), Merlin took the bottom hem of Sarah’s gown and yanked his head back, pulling up the material and exposing the jeans beneath, along with a small, teasing area of bare stomach.
Avoiding any disturbance from Sarah’s sleep, Merlin then searched the front of her jeans for a way to open them to the prize beneath. After much struggle, tugging, pulling, and careful teeth work, he had managed to unzip her jeans and expose her silken white undergarments. He knew from observing one of Sarah’s many sexual sessions what to do here ...
Prodding his snout under her panties, Merlin began to lap his tongue around her, tasting her and pushing her lips apart with each motion. The immediate moan she created made him feel accomplished; he knew she must have enjoyed it. He continued, increasing speed with each thrust of his tongue, feeling around her outside. A hand came to rest on his head, and Merlin knew she was egging him on. He knew she more than enjoyed it; she loved it.
High in the tree, the barn owl continued to watch them, its eyes never moving from the two on the ground. It was hypnotized by the act, the feathers on its back ruffled.
“Yes ... Oh god, yes ...” Merlin glanced up briefly to Sarah, whose eyes were still closed, but her conscious hand motioned his furry head to continue his acts. And so he did. Merlin lapped harder at the perfect contour of her vagina, then would pull back and slip his tongue past her clitoris, pushing her lips apart and traveling deep inside her. With each thrust and whip of his wet, wide tongue, Sarah moaned again and again, louder and louder. She pushed her dog’s head harder against herself, her cheeks glowing a soft pink with pleasure.
But then ...
The clock tower in the town nearby chimed loudly, interrupting the two. Sarah suddenly burst awake, sitting up, eyes wide, and Merlin mirrored her expression as he pulled back and whined. The owl in the tree suddenly fluttered off toward the horizon. Glancing around, startled from her scandalous slumber, Sarah noticed her undone pants and the moisture between her thighs. Merlin sat nearby, tongue rolled out of his mouth, looking at her curiously.
Sarah gave a seductive smirk, looking at her companion with satisfaction.
“Oh, Merlin ...”
Then she realized what had awakened her. Sarah quickly looked to the clock tower in the distance, and her eyes widened. “Oh no, Merlin! I don’t believe it! It’s seven o’clock!” She quickly zipped her jeans back up and rose to her feet. “Come on!” With Merlin pursuing, Sarah began to run back towards her home as the rain began to pour.
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Chapter One
“In Which the Canine Partakes of the Maiden”
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“Give me the child. Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great ...”
Thunder rumbled over the field, shaking the trees with a soft, but malevolent tremor. Amongst the wavering leaves, a single barn owl, its white colors contrasting sharply with the deep green, sat unshaken. Its dark orb-like eyes peered upon the girl down below with silence. She appeared a fair maiden, clad in a white floor-length gown, a delicate circle of silver sitting atop her head of thick brown hair. A pause, and the girl continued her dialogue.
“For my will is as strong as yours, my kingdom as great ...”
The girl paused, eyes lowered in thought. Her eyebrows furrowed, calmly unsatisfied with herself. Another few moments, and she shook her head, lifting the small leather-bound book to eye level. “Damn. I can never remember that line ...” The front of the small book had the word Labyrinth printed across the front in faded gold print. It was, by far, one of her most favored and treasured possessions.
A moment later and the girl looked up from its pages, and spoke her forgotten line,
“You have no power over me.”
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Disappointed in her own feeble memory, Sarah closed the book, then lifted her gown and slipped the book into her back jeans pocket. It had been a long, common day, and she was growing tired and anxious. Wandering towards the nearest tree, she kicked at lifted patches of grass in her path and gave a gruff sigh. “No power over me ... I couldn’t disagree more. I would like nothing more than for someone to overpower me ...”
As she reached the tree, Sarah pivoted on her right foot and flopped down into a seated position against its trunk. Another sigh escaped her, and then she scooted down to recline, her hands clasped over her stomach. Her eyes fluttered before they closed in relaxation.
“Have his way with me ... Take me ... Make me feel ...”
Trailing off, a light slumber overtook Sarah.
Merlin was the family’s dog, and Sarah’s accomplice on her visit to the park that day. Currently the sheep dog was lying in the grass several feet away from his master, eying the slumbering girl with curiosity. He knew the girl’s deepest desires. She kept them hidden from her stepmother and her father, knowing they could not understand. But he knew, he knew. Almost every night, some times several times a day, she would slip away to her bedroom, close and lock the door behind her, and mourn her unsatisfied desires. Some times Merlin would hear her working herself for hours without end. How he pitied her, a pretty and fertile young human, unable to find a suitable means to grant her deepest wishes.
Perhaps ... Perhaps he could indulge her ...
Sarah’s silent, shaggy young companion rose from his place and headed over to her. Merlin sniffed at her shoulders, working up to her face, carefully making sure that she was indeed asleep. And she was ...
Tenderly, the sheep dog began to rub his nose about Sarah’s chest and stomach, giving with each deep breath she took. Each time the canine graces one of Sarah’s breasts, the maiden seemed to unconsciously acknowledge it with a deeper exhale, and a slow turn of her head. Noticing this, the canine made effort to grace against her bosom several more times, nudging and pushing. Sarah exhaled deeply again, giving a very soft moan. Growing bored of the task quickly (he didn’t understand the obsession with humans and foreplay), Merlin took the bottom hem of Sarah’s gown and yanked his head back, pulling up the material and exposing the jeans beneath, along with a small, teasing area of bare stomach.
Avoiding any disturbance from Sarah’s sleep, Merlin then searched the front of her jeans for a way to open them to the prize beneath. After much struggle, tugging, pulling, and careful teeth work, he had managed to unzip her jeans and expose her silken white undergarments. He knew from observing one of Sarah’s many sexual sessions what to do here ...
Prodding his snout under her panties, Merlin began to lap his tongue around her, tasting her and pushing her lips apart with each motion. The immediate moan she created made him feel accomplished; he knew she must have enjoyed it. He continued, increasing speed with each thrust of his tongue, feeling around her outside. A hand came to rest on his head, and Merlin knew she was egging him on. He knew she more than enjoyed it; she loved it.
High in the tree, the barn owl continued to watch them, its eyes never moving from the two on the ground. It was hypnotized by the act, the feathers on its back ruffled.
“Yes ... Oh god, yes ...” Merlin glanced up briefly to Sarah, whose eyes were still closed, but her conscious hand motioned his furry head to continue his acts. And so he did. Merlin lapped harder at the perfect contour of her vagina, then would pull back and slip his tongue past her clitoris, pushing her lips apart and traveling deep inside her. With each thrust and whip of his wet, wide tongue, Sarah moaned again and again, louder and louder. She pushed her dog’s head harder against herself, her cheeks glowing a soft pink with pleasure.
But then ...
The clock tower in the town nearby chimed loudly, interrupting the two. Sarah suddenly burst awake, sitting up, eyes wide, and Merlin mirrored her expression as he pulled back and whined. The owl in the tree suddenly fluttered off toward the horizon. Glancing around, startled from her scandalous slumber, Sarah noticed her undone pants and the moisture between her thighs. Merlin sat nearby, tongue rolled out of his mouth, looking at her curiously.
Sarah gave a seductive smirk, looking at her companion with satisfaction.
“Oh, Merlin ...”
Then she realized what had awakened her. Sarah quickly looked to the clock tower in the distance, and her eyes widened. “Oh no, Merlin! I don’t believe it! It’s seven o’clock!” She quickly zipped her jeans back up and rose to her feet. “Come on!” With Merlin pursuing, Sarah began to run back towards her home as the rain began to pour.