The Goblin Kings Women

A/N: Thank you all of those who reviewed my first chapter, your response was wonderful. Now since I am working on a few other stories at the moment, this story will not be updated frequently, so don’t expect it.


Disclaimer: I do not own “Labyrinth” or anything to do with it, neither do I own the lyrics to any song I put in here unless I say otherwise.


A/N2: This was once upon a time an answer to a challenge, but since I do not know how to work said challenge into the “Plot” it is now just a regular story, with cliches abound in it.


Chapter 2: A Peasant’s Hardships

The immortals ball was an ornate gala, a gathering of the elite in the Underground. Shimmering, sparkling, gemmed chandeliers; crystal’s that sparked like fire dripping from the walls. The white-gold paneled walls were draped with silken fabrics in the most passionate colors. The pink-swirling white marble floors gleamed brightly from a recent waxing.

The multiple french doors opened to balconies that floated above fragrant gardens. A quartet intently played flowing music in the corner. Settees of silver, chaises of ash wood, couches of cherry wood, and pillows lined the walls for those who wished to rest. In a large alcove sat mahogany tables, the edges gilded in golden patterns, the chairs were carved from elves wood and padded with goose down satin pillows.

Champagne bubbled and glinted in crystal flutes, pheasant that was sauteed in lemons and white wine was served on fine china, with potatoes and carrots, soups and avocados, cucumber salad and honey soaked biscuits.

The ball was held in honor of the Goblin King’s search for a woman. He had recently gotten rid of his last mistress, so now he searched for a another woman. His intentions were supposed to be secret, but with as many gossiping servants as he had it was impossible for his plans to not reach the far corners of the underground. The lords of the land took this as a chance to throw their daughters and nieces in his direction.


Every lady of consequence was brought, women who bathed in water sparkling like gin. With rubies entwined in their hair, necklaces of diamonds around the throat, swathed in luscious, luxurious gowns. Their skin pearled and translucent, soft as the finest grained white sand.


Sarah leaned against the doorway that led to the kitchens, she hungrily devoured all she saw. How she wished to be a part of such an extravagant world!


She watched HIM converse so easily with others, his long fingers clutched around the stem of the champagne flute, his lips sipping. She licked her own, HE was demurely dressed today. Not clothed in the usual flamboyant wear. He wore a black silk jacket, unbuttoned to above his naval, his breeches clung tightly to his legs; tucking into his riding boots.

The Goblin King was the most beautiful man in the whole of the underground, his frost hair pulled into a long tail in the back, pieces straying from the tie into his face. His face was that of the classical Adonis, able to seduce a goddess. His lips curled into a mocking smile as the beautiful blonde haired women whispered in his ear.

“Sarah!” The head chambermaid Estel hissed at her, Estel’s clawing fingers clasped her ear, pulling Sarah with her. The young girl knew better than to make an expression of pain; Estel would box her ears for her troubles.


“Lazy girl! Gawking at things she’s no right too.” Estel muttered as she pulled Sarah along, she grasped her on the upper arm and threw her into the washing room. Several maids were there, using large spoons to push around the fabrics in the large copper tub.

“Take his majesty’s cloths up to his chambers, you know he demands you do it and we all know why.” Sarah shifted uncomfortably as the girls snickered nastily, her cheeks burning red. “She’s his little whore.” Wren said snidely. Sarah turned, facing her, “I have never lain with him!” Wren nodded mockingly, none of them believing her.


Estel shoved the bed cloths into her arms. ‘I am not his whore. I am not his whore.’ But lately she wasn’t sure.

Sarah had been orphaned at a young age, the Goblin King generously took her in as a servant. Here she had a home and a relatively happy childhood, the Goblin King treated her more kindly then he did his other serfs, they hated her for his favoritism. Mostly he protected her from their hate. He became different as she grew, his eyes more shadowed, something strained his face, made his lips whiter around the edges.

By the time Sarah was thirteen he began taking more women to his bed, anyone, servants, widows, queens. It did not matter. But even after the women left he seemed tighter strung, unsatiated. He would shift uncomfortably around her. She had not noticed until THAT night, one week ago.

She pushed open the wooden door to his chamber, the long woolen sleeves of her gown could not protect her from the rush of cold air that splashed into the room. Throwing the bed cloths on a chaise she then crossed quickly to the open windows, pushing them shut and closing the latch to lock them. The night was crisp as usual, the days were always boiling hot, the nights, however, could freeze water.

She put logs into the grate, and lit the fire. The heat rushed quickly to the corners of the room. She pulled the pristine sheets off the bed and chucked them into the shoot in the wall. The fabrics would fall straight to the laundry chamber for cleaning. Sarah picked clothing off the floor and straightened the room, than opened the door to the bathing closet. The King liked to bathe before bed.

There was a steel pump that had plumbing leading to a hot spring outside the castle. It was easier for the servants, this way they didn’t have to continue bringing buckets for his bath and then heating them on the stove. The servants were not allowed to preform magic, so all chores were done the mortal way and if the servants came to him with magical abilities it was stripped from them.

She heard a sigh coming from the door and knew it was him. No one but he and Sarah came to these chambers anymore, since his last mistress was excused. She heard him drawing off his clothing, her cheeks heated as he sank into the tub. She could never be used to seeing his naked form. She soaped up a loofah, this way his skin would keep the polished look about it.


His skin was so soft as she washed it, he groaned, then whispering, “My neck.” She lowered her face, knowing what he wished. Her lips pressed softly to his neck, letting her pink tongue poke out as she kissed him. He shivered. ‘I am not his whore. I am not his whore.’ Her lips drew a path to his ear, tugging the lobe lightly with her teeth.


He was the only man she had kissed. Once, when Sarah was fourteen, he sent away a boy whom had wanted to court her.

She loved him, she had since that night he kissed her days ago. Tonight, however she was angry with him. What did he need a new mistress for? The last one had despised her, been cruel to her. She bit his ear harder than necessary, blood trickled out. He chuckled pleasantly, she could feel it vibrate through him, “What is it sweeting? Are you angry with me?” He smiled in triumph, she scratched her nails along his back, he groaned in frustration, “They are only entertainment, my lioness, you know this.”

Sarah threw the loofah in the tub, it splashed the water into his face as she stormed to the bed chambers door. She tried pulling the knob, but already knew he had locked it with magic, she would never be able to open it. She spun angrily and threw herself onto his bed, huffing in disappointment.


Entertainment!


The bastard, she know knew he didn’t love her, only desired her. But then, why not give her a chance to be happy with another man?


She heard him step from the tub, water pooling around him as it dripped from his skin. “I will not replace you, if that is your fear.” She hit his bed with her palm. Hateful man. He understood nothing. “Sarah.... Sarah.” He whispered at her as he crawled on the bed, “Do not get the sheets wet.” Sarah demanded. He laughed. “I am dry already my sweet.” He reached out and took her hand in his, laying it on his chest.


He pulled her into his arms and began rocking her like a child as he laid kisses on her face and neck. She had already forgiven him, but she wanted his kisses anyway.

She lifted her face to him closing her eyes, his lips pressed into hers’. Their warmth searing her as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue tracing it, his hands clenching her waist as he pushed her underneath him. His length lay on top her. Sarah’s hands encircled his back, feeling the stretching muscles, the pulsing blood. ‘I am not his whore, I am his lover, I know he cares for me.’

She felt him, hard against her stomach, her legs tightened as he unbuttoned her dress. Burying his face between her breasts, sucking on the underside, the pink center. “I will not take a new mistress, not for awhile.” He mumbled against her nipple. She shivered, she had hoped he wouldn’t.

His long legs tangled with her’s as he pulled the gown to her waist, exposing her torso to him. He sucked the skin of her abdomen. His hand pressing the heat in between her legs, she mewled deep within her throat. The gown was to her knees, she was completely naked underneath, he didn’t allow her to wear underclothes. He threw her gown to the floor as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The skin of his member burned like hot coals, the hair between their legs entwining. He laid his cock between her heat, not pushing inside her. He never pushed inside her; her maidenhead was still intact.

His hips moving, thrusting against her, inside she burned. All her nerves tightening, he moved his member hard against that little nub she had been recently made aware of. Stimulating it, until all she wanted was his hard length inside her. She couldn’t breathe, she watched the muscles in his neck tighten as he clenched his jaw, his growls overpowered her own moans. He moved faster, then she felt the growing ball inside her release.

Her mouth opened on a silent scream, he looked down at her and lunged harshly between her legs. His chest let out a rumbling growl as she felt the wet splashing of his seed between her
thighs. She nuzzled her face into his neck, her heart racing. She was unable to move, her body felt melted.

She whimpered as he slid his body down between her pale thighs, his tongue flicking, stroking, lingering, ‘Oh GOD!’

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Jareth looked down at the slumbering girl curled against his body, two weeks ago this girl had tried to beat his labyrinth, when she offered herself in the young babes place, he had know she would hate him, despite her feelings of confusion about him.


So he devised a plan, replacing her memory with that of a created one. She believed he had saved her from a life as an orphan, giving her a chance as his chamber maid. He ran his fingers into her dark locks, she was his now, despite what one may think he did not manufacture her feelings for him, those were her own.


He had wanted her when he first saw her, and he always got what he wanted.

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A/N: Here is the next chapter, so as to an explanation, he erased her memory and gave her a new one, sort of, don’t worry, this won’t be completely lovey dovey. I am not sure if I am even going to have Jareth love her. He isn’t going to be abusive just very possessive. Uhm... just keep reading and reviewing. I will be updating the next chapter soon.