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Educating Sarah (the missing scene)	By : HachimansKitsune Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 8374 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Warning: MATURE ADULT MATERIAL of a sexual nature in this scene. This is your only warning. Don’t complain about the contents if you read it and get all offended or squicked. No sympathy or refunds will be given!
NOTE: This is 'the missing scene' for chapter 13 in 'The Ties That Bind Vol. 2' posted over on fanfiction[dot]net. I may sometime post the whole story over here, but for now I am just posting this one chapter here.
The Ties That Bind Vol. 2
Ch. 13.2 – Educating Sarah (the missing scene)
If Jareth was surprised by the scene that greeted him when he finally re-entered the cell several hours later he didn’t show it. Fionn, his bare chest covered in fine scratches and a layer of sweat, slouched in a black leather chair set against the wall. One booted foot stood upright upon the floor, while the other was thrown casually over the arm of the chair. Fionn’s attention was on the figure on the floor between his thighs, his hand entwined in Sarah’s hair as he held her head upward, forcing her to look at him.
At the sound of the door opening, Sarah’s head fought to swing toward the sound, only to have Fionn’s grip tighten, keeping her gaze on his.
“Focus on what you are doing, wench,” he growled, the stern bark contrasting with the self-satisfied smirk that tugged at his lips. It had taken time, but Sarah was performing admirably and without hesitation, despite her initial reluctance.
Jareth’s eyes dropped over the nude and oiled figure of his queen, smiling mischievously upon realizing that she was not just kneeling at Fionn’s feet, rather she was kneeling over his foot. More precisely, she was writhing against the leather covering Fionn’s foot and from the sheen of moisture on the leather that glinted in the torchlight as she squirmed, she had been in that position for some time.
Without taking his eyes from Sarah, Fionn flipped his hand and tossed a dark crystal against the wall near him, ignoring the shattering sound as it transformed into a chair. Nodding at Fionn, Jareth settled into the chair his eyes drinking in the scene before him. Cocking his head, he noted that Sarah stopped her wriggling against Fionn’s boot.
“That is not your signal to stop, girl,” snapped Fionn, giving Sarah’s head a shake. “If you stop now, I promise that you’ll not see another chance at pleasure for quite some time. So get back to it.”
Whining low in her throat, Sarah resumed her rocking movements against Fionn’s foot. Each slow slide of her body across the leather pressing against the piercing, twisting it in such a way as to unleash delicious bolts of sensation through her as it pushed against the sensitive nub, caught between her slick flesh and the leather around his ankle. Then, she slid back, grinding herself down across the top of his foot.
“That’s better,” rumbled Fionn, flashing Jareth a grin. “She is remarkably responsive, brother.”
“Yes,” agreed Jareth with a nod, feeling his own groin tighten at the sight of Sarah panting and thrusting herself against Fionn’s boot. “Although she is usually louder than this.”
Laughing, Fionn released his hold upon Sarah’s head, “Oh, you should have heard her howling over the last three hours. I’m surprised the goblins aren’t running for their lives.”
Sarah whimpered, her hips rocking faster in response to the words flying over her head, finding that the heat inside her flared hotly at the way they were speaking as if she weren’t there. Jareth merely smiled, his mismatched eyes riveted to Sarah’s movements as she grunted and panted, her arms wrapped around Fionn’s calf, using it as leverage for her assault. “Howling?”
“Oh yes,” replied Fionn with a dark smirk. “I suspect she will be quite unable to speak by tomorrow, brother. Tell him why, girl,” Fionn instructed, tapping Sarah’s forehead and nudging her to look toward Jareth.
Gasping in response, Sarah’s mouth opened and closed several times as she fought to answer, while the deep-seated inferno within her raged and churned. Yet again.
“He….I….oh god…..” she groaned, her head dropping forward as she continued the frantic rocking against the booted foot beneath her.
“Head up,” barked Fionn, twisting his hand into her hair once more and jerking her head up.
Lost to the feelings raging through her, Sarah tried to answer and found the words wouldn’t come. Tsk-ing at her, Fionn pushed her away from him, his voice firm and sharp, “Present!”
With a needy whine, turned away from Fionn. Still on her knees, she stretched forward until her breasts were flat against the cold stone floor, her back arching sleekly upward, presenting Jareth and Fionn an unobstructed view of her ass and the glistening folds of her need, gone scarlet with the exquisite torture that had been inflicted upon them for hours. Sarah felt a faint heat flash into her cheeks, before it surged south, making her squirm at the realization that her thighs were wet, she was still unfulfilled and two sets of eyes were witness to her state.
A wicked laugh echoed around the room as Fionn addressed her, “Keep going, Sarah. You aren’t released from your obligation yet. Get those fingers busy, girl.”
Jareth had to smile as Sarah moaned, but obeyed. Her fingers once more finding the slippery folds before sliding deep within, the soft squelching sound making his blood thrum headily through his veins.
“Quite simply, Jareth,” explained Fionn, offering Jareth a goblet of wine as he spoke, “I have had your dear queen keep pleasuring herself repeatedly for the last several hours. She was reluctant at first, as expected, but after awhile she became quite vocal and wanton in her attempts to find pleasure. However, after the ninth orgasm she boldly claimed that she can’t possibly do so again, and I am determined to convince her that she is wrong. Isn’t that right, girl?” he asked, turning his attention back to Sarah as she wriggled in front of them, her knees shaking with the exertion of holding herself up, while her chest rubbed against the floor, further teasing her sensitive skin.
Flicking his tongue over the sharp points of his teeth, Jareth smiled, his pale eyes darkening visibly as he watched the needy wriggle of his precious Sarah.
“Perhaps she needs further convincing, Fionn,” he drawled with a devilish grin.
Fionn looked up, flashing Jareth a sly smirk, “What did you have in mind, brother?”
Lost in the sensations of her fingers dancing wildly over her own sensitized flesh, Sarah missed Jareth’s comment entirely, and only momentarily registered Fionn’s words, before her mind was carried away once more by the fire that burned deep inside her. She was so lost to the frantic thrusting of her fingers, that she didn’t fully noticed the feeling of hands gripping her hips and pulling her upright. Whimpering as her hands were pulled away from her slippery folds, Sarah found herself being lifted, her bare back supported against a strong chest. So lost in her desire to obey both Fionn’s order and her own body’s desire for pleasure, Sarah struggled in the strong embrace trying to continue her pursuit of release, until the voice that spoke to her very soul tenderly shushed her.
“Relax, Pet,” Jareth whispered, his arms wrapping securely around her. “Trust us,” he murmured, pressing gentle kisses along her jaw as his hand slid up to caress a taut nipple, rolling it between his fingers as she moaned and arched against him.
Feeling Jareth’s lips leave her skin, Sarah whimpered as another set of hands, she assumed were Fionn’s reached around her, until she could only see the hollow at the base of Fionn’s throat and the dancing of his pulse as it throbbed beneath the skin --then nothing. Her world gone black as her eyes were blindfolded.
“Trust me,” whispered Fionn, his lips ghosting across her forehead, before she lost her bearing, not knowing if Fionn was still there or gone.
“Trust me,” muttered Jareth, tugging on her earlobe with his sharp teeth, as his hands slid down her body, nails dragging over her heated flesh, making her squirm against him, only to gasp as she realized that he was now nude, the evidence of his arousal throbbing against her back as she moved.
Then she was alone, standing in the middle of the cell, Jareth’s arms having left her. Just as quickly as she was alone, she felt hands on hers, guiding her. Her breath hitched in her chest as she let herself be led forward until her knees touched what felt to be a bed, a bed which had not been in the cell before she was blindfolded. A quiet whisper in the back of her mind wondered where they were and if they were still in the cell or someplace else, then the whisper vanished as she gave herself over to the hands that guided her. Gently the hands helped her to kneel up on the bed, before placing her hands on what she recognized as a man’s chest.
All around her she heard Jareth and Fionn’s whispered voice. Seeming to come from every direction at once, they murmured within the cell and her own head, “Trust me….trust me….trust us….trust….trust….trust….relax….trust….let go….trust me…trust me…give in….”
Feeling the body beneath her shift, Sarah shivered as hands glided upward, caressing her breasts with firm strokes. She groan low, desire pouring from her as another set of hands slid from behind her, lightly gripping her hips and moving them, before slowly pulling her downward. As her silken folds were breached, Sarah moaned, her body burning with every inch that filled her, all the while her mind was filled with their voices and the constant litany – “Trust me….trust me….trust us….trust….trust….trust….relax….trust….let go….trust me…trust me…give in….”
With her eyes covered and the voices surrounding her, Sarah had no way of knowing which brother was now lodged deep within her, their physiques too similar to tell. When the hands left her hips, Sarah found herself automatically beginning to move, slowly lifting before thrusting herself down once more, gasping as the rigid girth hit deeply within her, a momentary flash of pain that faded leaving only intense pleasure.
“Trust me….trust me….trust us….trust….trust….trust….relax….trust….let go….trust me…trust me…give in….” whispered the voices, no longer two distinct voices, but seeming to speak as one.
Hands tenderly kneaded her back, pressing her forward until her breasts brushed the chest beneath her, yet still her hips writhed, grinding her sensitive nub against him, no longer caring which ‘him’ it was as the fire within her ignited fully once again. The hands on her back stroked her firmly, gliding up and down her back before moving lower, firmly massaging the rounded globes of her ass. Sarah flinched and froze when the hands parted her further, lightly brushing the sensitive passage that had only once been breached.
“Relax…..trust us…. Let go…..trust me…” whispered the voices inside her mind, surrounding her like a warm blanket. Sarah felt her fear melt from inside her and instinctively arched toward the tender fingers, a warm trickle of fluid running down her lower back, the heated droplet rolling over her flesh before disappearing between the rounded globes. The warm hands massaged the fluid in, oiling her body further, before the fingers began to gently probe her.
“Trust me….trust me….trust us….trust….trust….trust….relax….trust….let go….trust me…trust me…give in….”
Sarah lost herself to the sensation of being filled, the fingers moving so tenderly that there was no pain, just a pleasant burn as she found herself stretched. All concept of time erased, she writhed as she was speared below and behind, the voices whispering seductively in her mind as she whimpered her need. Unable to help herself, she whined at the loss of the fingers when they were removed, suddenly feeling empty despite the thick girth still filling her below. Before she could react further, she felt something firm pressing behind her, the voices louder in her head, “Relax…trust…trust us….trust….relax…trust me….trust me….trust…relax….”
Strong fingers wrapped around her hips, the pressure increasing. Instinctively Sarah found herself arching back toward the pressure while her muscles relaxed and pushed outward, a sharp gasp squeaking past her lips as the firm girth slipped inside, startling her. Time seemed to freeze as her mind seized up, struggling to grasp the enormity of what was happening, the way in which she was filled entirely, then the pressure behind her built once more, the strong fingers tugging her back as he pressed forward once more. Slowly. Slowly. Then stopping, buried deeply within her.
Stretched in ways she had never even dreamed of, Sarah panted, feeling the burning inside her increase once more as the hands on her hips began to move her, rocking her gently between the two muscled bodies. As one moved forward, the other pulled back, only to reverse at the next moment. Caught between them, Sarah found that she could do nothing except relax into their chests. Hands on her hips. Hands on her breasts. Fingertips tracing her face, over her ears, along the sensitive flesh behind her neck. Teeth grazing her nipples, along her shoulder and her arms. Awash in a sea of sensation, she gave in and finally let go, feeling the need rage within her she began to push back against the bodies surrounding her, meeting their force with force of her own.
Three sets of voices groaned, as entwined bodies writhed, pushing and pulling against one another.
Inarticulate pleas flowed from her lips, as two pairs of hands continued to caress her, urging her higher, teasing and taunting her until she was crying out, her desire echoing around them.
“Yes….yessssss” whispered the voices around her and within her.
Surrendering to the caresses and desire, Sarah quivered violently, feeling the bodies around her pressing in close, two male chests shuddering against her, as three hearts raced in time, before collapsing together in a heap of sweat soaked limbs and spent desires.
The last thing Sarah remembered before sinking into a dreamless sleep was being curled somewhere warm, with Fionn on one side, and Jareth wrapped around her body on the other as he whispered warmly in her ear, “I’m proud of you, Precious. Thank you.”
And Sarah drifted off with a smile on her face and her husband’s love surrounding her.
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