Worlds Of War

Chapter 12:  Moments

 

                “I can’t do it.”

 

                “What? Why not?”

 

                “There is no way I’m putting that thing in my mouth. It’s sickening just to think about it.”

 

                “Then don’t think about it. Just open your mouth and-”

                               

                                “Yew!”

 

                                                “-bite down.”

 

                “Bite down!? It’s going to be all quishy on the outside and crunchy on the in.”

 

                “Then just swallow it whole!”

 

                “That’s even worse!”

 

                “What are you two talking about!” Mac demanded as he saw Linda and Melinda each facing each other with determined looks. Well, Melinda had a more disgusted determined look.

 

                “She wants me to try and eat one of those biting fairies,” the Diamonds leader said.

 

                Linda looked affronted, “I even cooked it.”

 

                Mac blanched a little and stared at the Hearts leader who currently had a plate in her hands with a lump that was charred enough that it curled up.

 

                “It has little hearts and lungs and bones!” wailed Melinda.

 

                Mac stared some more.

 

                “So do fish!” argued Linda

 

                “It’s a mini human!”

 

                “No, it’s not. Given enough of a chance they’d take a bite out of us.

 

                “I refuse to eat it.”

               

                “Fine. Starve then.”

 

                Linda turned to other Diamonds leader. “Mac? You try it.”

 

                “Oh hell no!” Mac threw up his hands in defence before spinning on his heel and getting as far away as possible.

 

                “Big baby!” Linda called out after him.

 

                Melinda watched her partner run away leaving her to battle against eating little humans alone. She peered at Linda. “If you think it’s so good, why don’t you eat it?”

 

                Linda looked down at the plate in her hands. “But it might be poisousous. I don’t want to die.”

 

***        

 

                Toby stood, as the rest of the crew, transfixed by what he was seeing. This was impossible. This was magick. The sea guardian, a huge tower of continuous spiraling water leaned forward as if to dash itself upon the ship and smash it to bits. “Go back to the Underground” it hissed at Sir Didymus.

 

                Toby did not think the fox had one ounce of fear it its body – either that or no sense – for it did not shiver at all in his bowed position.

 

                “My lady guardian, thank thee for heeding our call” he said as if his mortality had not just been threatened.

 

                The guardian straightened up. “My breathern could not believe an Underground species had the audacity to come here. I came to seek the truth for us all. I will send your body back to your king with lungs still gurgling on sweet salty water.”

 

                In a moment, Toby could see that Sir Didymus was about to die. The sea guardian was going to be as merciless as the whole ocean herself in taking life. In a moment Toby knew that he had to step in. Despite the unsettlement Sir Didymus has brought with him, Toby had never felt so alive as he did now in the presence of… magick.

 

                The sea guardian twitched just before it moved to attack.

 

                “Wait!”

 

                The sea guardian stopped and though it had no eyes Toby knew that he was being watched.

 

                “Wait” he repeated, “I… I, um…” Toby was at a lost. What could he say?

 

                “Toby,” the guardian breathed and the captain’s breath caught in his throat. It knew his name. “I know you. The ocean knows you. Your tears have mixed with our waters, your blood has passed through our blood. I know you, sea child, for you walk upon our waves as lions walk on land.

 

                Toby’s mouth opened to say something – anything – but nothing came out. What did a man say to something like that?

 

                The guardian suddenly stilled, something had caught its attention.

 

                “You have luck today ambassador, the tide of this war has just shifted. I will help you arrive to your shore with speed.”

 

                Sir Didymus bowed at the waist. “Thank you, my lady. You are truly generous.”

 

                The guardian hissed at him. “It is not because of you and your pretty words that we do this. Nor because of any illusions of power that your king has. We do this for our child. For Tobias.”

 

                “Uh… thanks,” Toby finally managed to say.

 

 The sea guardian continued, “Soon he will leave our protection and venture on land once again. But not before we show the worlds that he is ours.”

 

                Toby had a sinking feeling in his stomach. He looked at Sir Didymus.

 

                “It is a great honour,” Sir Didymus looked back at him. “Do not be afraid.”

 

                “Afraid?”

 

                But that was all Toby could ask before he heard the screams of his people and then he was swept away and drowning in sea water.

 

 

                ***

 

                Charlie sat in the servants mess hall eating an late dinner scarfing down as much as he could. Earlier today had set his stomach to rot when he had thought one of the Superiors had smelt the Underground on him. He thought he had been caught, but the Superior had only being talking metaphorically. It had taken effort not to react at the time and he hadn’t eaten much since as a result.

 

                Going to sleep soon was going to be a problem. His king was up to something. Something big. Charlie could feel it through his link to the Undergound and subsequently his king. The feeling hadn’t left him either, something bigger was coming and it bothered him that he didn’t know what was going on.

 

                It seemed so long ago that his king had come for him and requested that Charlie served him. Requested? Ha! If he recalled correctly the bastard had kidnapped him and forced his will to get his way. Damn fey. They just didn’t understand how not to get their way. Spoilt brats the lot of them. A sweet pang of sorrow tightened at his throat at what might have been if it hadn’t been for Jareth. There were times he hated the Goblin King. He wished he could kill him.

 

                Charlie took a deep breath. There was more at stake here than his feelings.

 

                He needed to become a personal servant to one of the Superiors. He needed to become part of the inner circle to learn their secrets. Despite the fact that servants died often around the place, personal servants to the Superiors did not. They were specially trained and while they could be often beaten, the Superiors had methods to ensure they did not die.

 

                Charlie looked over at their table and saw the four personal servants of the Superiors. They always ate together and they always ate separately from the general riffraff. How was he to infiltrate that without loosing his life?

 

                One of the two female personal servants then looked up and caught his eye. She looked him over and then smiled.

 

                Charlie flashed a charming and inviting grin back.

 

***

 

                Sarah woke to the rough kisses being pressed along the side of her neck and then trailing down to her shoulders. Jareth’s warm body pushed from behind her and she arched into his touch as his talented fingers rolled the nipple of her breast into hardness.

 

                She was drowsy and her head was still fuzzy from before. She opened her eyes but saw only darkness. Her body arched without her consent, pushing her breast most fully into the hand and her buttocks into the hard cock behind her.

 

                His hand traveled from her breast to between her legs. Fingers smoothed over the slick flesh found there and touched surely at the hard bud. Sarah hissed in pleasure and a little pain. A soft love bite to her shoulder, and then Jareth was moving her leg back over his so he could have full access.

 

                His first thrust into her sent pleasure raking through her over the glowing coals of passion that had never initially died out.

 

                But then, he stilled.

 

                And everything changed.

 

                  She was so caught up in the pleasure that she didn’t notice it at first until a tiny spark of pain made her gasp from the sudden contrast. At first she thought it was because she was still a little sore from the last time, but it was something entirely different altogether. He was inside her, throbbing and somehow growing impossibly larger. His length started to burn within her just as she felt the sudden stirrings of magic around them. She slipped her arm from around his neck to his shoulder as she tried to push him off of her. Tried to stop whatever it was he was doing to her. But she didn’t have much strength to push him away from behind her.

 

                Jareth grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her chest even as he brushed soft kisses over her neck. “Let it happen Sarah… shhh, just let it happen.”

 

                But she didn’t want to let it happen and she struggled against him and whimpered as she only pushed him further into her. Tears quickly rushed to the fore and she sobbed out pleas for him to stop. Jareth merely captured her lips with his own and ever so slowly started to move in and out of her. The heat from him seared inside of her as he moved and the magic built to suffocating levels. She didn’t think she could take another breath, and when she inevitable did, it was like inhaling air that was too thick.

Horribly, she felt the beginnings of her orgasm despite the pain, and she gasped in mixtures of pleasure and agony. The lack of oxygen was incredible, making it even better as she became lightheaded. Jareth was inside her, around her, and seemed to be pushing into her very being, her very soul.

 

                They came together. Sarah cried out as she felt his essence spill into her and felt it being absorbed into her very inner flesh, felt it settling within her… Sarah lay exhausted as Jareth lay soothing kisses along her skin.

 

                 “What did you do?”

 

                 “It is what is called the Nexus my sweet.

 

                 “Nexus?” but the words wouldn’t stay in her mind and slipped from her even as consciousness slipped her towards sleep.

 

                 “You will always be mine, now sweet Sarah… we are bound together.”

 

                But Sarah could not voice the questions, she was suddenly so tired, and the last thing she felt was Jareth’s arms holding her tightly to him.

 

                His warmth was as comforting as it was disturbing.

 

 

                ***

 

                The boss stretched his neck. His fight with the snake had provided an excellent workout. He would have to repeat it tomorrow. He was almost ready to retire to bed when the scout group he had sent out came back. He had requested their report immediately.

 

                “…And there were times when we found ourselves circling back with no clear memory of having done so. From all those signs we’ve managed to indicate an area that we think they are hiding in. However, the maps of the city’s tunnel system don’t show that there’s much there underground.

 

 

                ‘They must be running out of food soon,’ the Boss thought to himself. Admittedly he hadn’t been in this position long but the reports of his predecessor showed that the man had made attempts to prevent the rebels from obtaining food. He, himself, had continued to do that.

 

                “I want you to organize ten crates of food to be stored in an area near where you think the Resistance groups are. I want it to be heavily guarded and I want you to make sure that word gets out that the food is there.”

 

                “Yes, sir.”

 

                “Yi,” he called and the girl stepped from the shadows where she always awaited his orders. “I want you to send work to Dr. Karakis. He is to milk as much venom from the snake as possible.”

 

                The man who knelt at his feet lifted his head towards his leader, understanding sparkling in his eyes. “I know what you wish of us, sir.”

 

                The Boss looked at him and smiled. “Not everything, not yet.”

 

                Before he left the Boss gave one last order. “Yi, make sure the doctor also completes the anti-venom tonight.”

 

 

                ***

 

                Linda walked into the room where the male Hearts leader sat with her plate. “Here, Michael. Eat this.”

 

                Michael barely looked up as he grabbed the black thing off the plate and tossed it into his mouth. He grimaced. “It was a little overcooked don’t you think?”