Another Stormy Night

Chapter II

“Oh Sarah….”, that voice, that voice that she constantly heard in her head….was she going crazy, had she finally lost it? This must be a dream, she must be asleep after all. “Oh Sarah, Id never forget about you, all you ever had to do was call my name once more…..”

She froze in place, her hand still between her legs. Oh God….could it actually be? No this must be a hallucination, she was still caught in the throes of her orgasm, the Goblin King wasn’t actually standing at the foot of her bed saying that he would never forget her.

Sure, she saw her friends from the labyrinth quite a bit, they had after promised her that much, but Jareth himself was unattainable. The rain continued to pour outside, in a steady downpour now that the storm itself had passed over the house.

Her eyes finally began adjusting to the dark. The lightning had kept the room extremely light even though it must be near three in the morning now. There was someone standing at the end of her bed, someone with long hands and a sharp nose that sat under eyes that glittered even here in the darkness. Slightly pointed teeth also gleamed in the dark.

Again the voice drawled out of the darkness at the foot of her bed. “Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, did you really think that you could get away from me so easily….that I of all people, I who stopped time itself for you, would give up that easily? I had already known it was too early for you to come to me, but I had to try….surely you can understand that. You presented me with such a ripe opportunity with your little brother. And now, now that you have called my name once more, doing what you were doing, did you think I’d let this opportunity pass me by? If you learned nothing else during your quest through my labyrinth, you should know that.”

Sarah’s breath had been coming out of her mouth heavily as she felt her heart begin to beat hard enough to burst out of her chest. The bed near her feet sank as the figure placed a knee on it. His face came into the dim light of the window. Jareth. Now her breath caught and she felt as if she’d never breathe again. She still throbbed between her legs and her fingers were still sticky with the sweet liquid that had been pulled from her body thinking about him. Her breasts were still bare to the room, she lay before him nearly completely naked and yet it seemed that he only had eyes for hers.

He placed one elegant hand on the bed and seemed to pause to judge her reaction. She felt frozen in place. He began to crawl the length of the bed toward her. One hand after another, then a knee, his shirt hanging open as it always had showing his smooth chest, the pendant dangling in the air. Her body gave another slow rippling throb deep in her belly. She knew that in this moment, things could be different, that she could have another chance, but she couldn’t seem to make her mouth move to create all the things that she longed to say, she still couldn’t make herself believe that this could possibly be more than a dream.

His crazy silver – tipped hair nearly shadowed his face as he continued his long, never ending crawl towards her, seeming to take hours, until he loomed completely over her, lounging indolently as if this was his bed, his place, that he had every right to be there….and maybe he did. He reached a hand out and drew one long, perfect finger over her flushed cheek and with that touch it was if the spell was broken and she could speak once more. “Kiss me”, she begged, “make me believe this is real, that your really here beside me”.

The smile he gave her was not reassuring. It was the same old predatory smirk that she remembered so well. Could things possibly be any different this time? In all reality she was still a complete child in comparison to him and always would be. Her heart nearly broke anew with the thought of it. Could he possibly have enough humanity in him to be kind to her?

He leaned down, and it was the same as when he had crawled towards her, endless, breathtaking. And then those cruel lips were on hers. Nothing else between them touched, just his thin hard lips on her rounder softer ones and the world stopped once again. Somewhere, dimly in the back of her mind, the thought that he really didn’t have to go to any trouble to stop time, all he had to do was this to manage it, flitted through the haze that he was inducing.

Time stopped for Sarah once again at the hands of the Goblin King. He kept his eyes open, firmly on hers, and it was as if he cast a spell on her. With his mouth devouring hers and his thinner more aristocratic nose pressed against hers, he was so close….his flavor had burst on her tongue like a fine bouquet of exotic flavors that she couldn’t identify and his smell….oh he smelled like every male fantasy she had ever had. Something spicy and musky and under it all was just the barest hint of what she remembered the air of the labyrinth smelling and tasting like, the hard cracked earth, the stony passages, the lush hedges, even the goblin city itself.

He pulled back finally, when she thought she would die for not being able to breathe but being unable to break that so longed for kiss. He reached down and brought the hand that she had had between her legs up and delicately, oh so delicately, slipped her still glistening finger between his lips, alternately sucking and nibbling with those slightly sharper than human teeth, his eyes still locked on her. Around her finger, he spoke again. She didn’t know how he managed, she would have only managed a bunch of garbled syllables, but then he was Jareth.

“So very sweet Sarah, now that I’ve had the taste of you, I’m not going to let go again….but don’t think that this is going to be so easy for you, not after what you’ve put me through. Oh no, you’ve tortured me for much longer than anything I’ve ever done to you. You’ll have much more at stake this time…..for if you lose the labyrinth this time, you will be my slave for all eternity. You need to be punished Sarah, punished for how much you hurt me with your refusal to be mine…” He lowered his mouth to her throat, making her back arch off the bed, thrusting her breasts closer to him. She could feel him smirk once again and nip at her collarbone.

His hand ended up tantalizingly on her belly, almost exactly in her middle, the exactly right place to torment her with all the possibilities that he could do, yet without actually having to do anything. “Come win me Sarah, it’s the only way this craving you have will ever be satisfied.”

And with that, he simply disappeared. A white owl appeared momentarily flapping at her window and she was alone.

For a moment she lay there, too dazed and paralyzed to even think about what had just happened, and then the agony hit her. To be so close, to have touched him, she rolled over and curled in on herself and finally let it all out, all the pain and frustration he had started those long thirteen years ago.

She screamed into her pillow and screamed and screamed until her voice was nearly gone and she hadn’t any energy left.

She lay there for a long time not letting herself think, and then reality finally began to return to her. He was as cruel as ever, but could she really stand to let him win again? To not take the chance? She had been in pain for so long over what she had lost, could she really give the chance up now that she had a chance at the complete happiness that she had never found?

Even if she lost and it did mean being his slave for eternity, she would be with him. Even if he lost interest in her after a while, she would still be with him.

She stood up and walked through her dark house to her bathroom where she took a long hot shower, cleansing the night away. Back in her bedroom she pulled on some lacy underwear and then leaning down, pulled an old box from under her bed. She had never given away these things, couldn’t bear to, she had hoped somewhere where she could never admit, that she might need them once more. She opened the flap and pulled out an old pair of blue jeans, a slightly too large poet type blouse and an old pale creamy vest with green vines writhing across its. Underneath it all lay a pair of old leather shoes that had certainly seen better days, coated with an odd sort of dust.

She stared at these old things for a moment and then began putting them on, sliding the jeans over her long slender legs, the shirt over the bra that certainly wasn’t a part of the old adventure. Old and new, she thought, the only way to do this. This time I know whats at stake, what I want. And this time, I’m truly going to win.

With one last look at her room, at this life, that had not really mattered all that much, she took one last deep breath and began to speak….

“I wish….oh how I wish….”

The room was silent, not even the storm outside seemed to make any noise. Things rustled in the edges of the room and it was if the whole world held its breath.

“I wish the goblins would come and take….take ME away RIGHT NOW!”

With the last part nearly shrieked defiantly, Sarah was gone.

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