Easy Come, Hard to Go

A/N: ALRIGHT MY PC IS UP AND RUNNING And now that every one thinks that I abandoned them, I’m back I hope you all haven’t suffered too much and I hope that all of you are ready for some hard core love *winks* The best baby

I love you all and thanks for all your support and reviews And yes, when I find the time, I will revising the story... I just don’t wanna right now. *sticks out tongue*

Chapter 21

Micheal’s eyes fluttered as he tired to sleep. The past days had droned by and he couldn’t seem to find the cloud nine he so harshly struggled for. Night turned to day and day gave way to night, the cycle seeming to never end in a unforgiving balance of life. A fae life. A never ending unless poisoned to death life. His breath came out ragged as he turned yet again and, with a frown plastered to his face, he drew in another meaningless breath that carried on his pointless existence.

*Almost pointless*

The voice came out harsh and deep. It ran through his mind as the thoughts crept in on dark intuition. As he turned again, he noticed his wife absent from their bed.

*You know where she is*

Again, the rush of the voice filled his head, unforgiving and cruel. Where did this voice come from? There was a time when things were not so dark, were not so damned. At least, in the beginning of his life there was a time.

*You were always like this*

Micheal shifted his weight and lifted himself gracefully off of his bed. He reached for his robe that clung tightly to the chair in the opposite corner of his chambers. He wrapped the fabric around his body, his muscles tight from the agony of lack of sleep, but more the feel of defeat. And on top of that, he hadn’t received anything when he had returned.

*No sex from that bitch you took as your whore for the rest of your pitiful life.*

As Micheal’s hand turned the knob on the door, light flooded the dark room. It crawled all over the chamber, reaching deep into the monster’s lair. As the light hit his face, Micheal cringed in the pain blinding him. He pulled hid hand over his face, shielding his eyes from the venomous object. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, he removed his hand and let his eyes fall on his used-to-be lovely wife.

At the sounds of Micheal’s clearing throat, Findore nearly dropped the cup in her hands. She turned and bowed slightly, acknowledging that he had stepped into her presence. She stayed bent over, her breath rattling in ger throat. Her eyes stayed in the floor, afraid to move, like a deer in headlights.

*There she is, that little slut you like to fuck so much.*

He walked towards her, his erection growing just thinking about the kind of things he was going to do to her. Not only had he not had any in a while, she was not where she was supposed to be. If there is anything that he hated more than anything in the world, it was an order being cast aside and regarded like nothing.

*Yep, that’s right. She wants to be beat, she is practically begging for you to do something to her.*

As he reached Findore, she rose slightly to look into his eyes. The scar across his left eye caught the glimmer from the moon and the scared flesh seemed to sizzle from the anger, mixed with lust, seeping from his pores. His eyes seemed unfocused, like he wasn’t even there. She too remembered a time when he wasn’t the monster he was today. Too long ago now that seemed, but what happy memories she had, she held onto. He was not the same man now that he had once been. The loving, caring Micheal she once knew and grew up with no longer lurked in the monster’s body now circling her like prey. She caught her breath in her throat as he closed the circle and brought his body tightly around hers. She immediately knew what it was he was thinking because his hard member poked into her back.

“Why are you out here?”

The question rolled off his tongue as it usually did. She always tired to sneak out at night when he finally fell asleep and the sound of his rough snores filled her tired ears. Many years passed as she lived a life long nightmare, running and hiding anything she had to keep her happy. Hiding it from the only bad thing to happen to her.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

Micheal dragged his tongue along her neck and watched the skin there flare into goose bumps. While normal women flared because of lust and the need to quench an internal need, she flared in fear. Sexual tension built in her not because she wasn’t getting it. But, because she dreaded fucking the one she chose. She hated being with the creep she picked. She couldn’t stand him touching her once flawless skin, now tattered and torn from the “harsh” love he dished to her.

“I hate it when you lie to me.”

“I’m not lying Micheal,” Findore half meant what she said, for she seldom slept when he was in bed with her, too afraid to fall asleep, afraid of what she might find when she awoke, “I couldn’t seem to find my sandman.”

Micheal moved his hands up and down her small, fragile body. She rolled her head to the side, completely abandoning any reason or sanity. She found it was easier to just not fight, take the pain, and one day, someone would save her from this everlasting nightmare.

Or at least she hoped.

His hands came to rest on her taught breasts. He cruelly played with them through her shirt, roughly digging his nails into the fabric, letting them tease the plump appendages he knew so well. She moaned ever so slightly. Enjoying it, though unwanted, was still hard not to do. She liked it in the beginning, but she eventually hated it. She hated him completely, but almost liking some of the softer stuff was like a second nature. He turned her quickly and bent his head down to kiss her roughly. He smiled as he tasted the heat of his woman’s mouth, letting his tongue caress her. She kissed him back, but soft and passionate, not even trying to match the intensity that he held inside his mouth. Soon, the kiss escalated into what it always did. She followed him with expert timing, knowing exactly where he was dragging her. She forfeited any rebellious nature she had stored, it was just not worth it. The pain that she would suffer was too much for her to even try to bring any more on top of it. So, she gave in to him like she always did.

She thought of the better times that she had with him as he threw her down on the soft bed. She was thinking about when he would actually tell her he loved her, that all to distant feel of wanting. And was he bent down to tie her arms to the bed, she closed her eyes and sighed.

“What’s wrong my pet? Not moving fast enough for you?”

Micheal reared back and slapped the helpless woman across her face. It didn’t sting as bad as it used to. Her face had gotten used to the harsh love her husband had grown to love.

After the moment of trauma subsided, she looked into the dark eyes of the man she still loved even today. He smiled his sick smile, that was laced with no fear, and no reason. She smiled back, pretending to enjoy the pain he dished to her. As soon as she had let the smile drop, Micheal rid himself of his robe, letting his naked body stand in all it’s glory in front of her. His body was flawless, that of an angels, save the scar on his eye and the rings in his back. He crawled over her, making sure her bindings on her arms were tight. No escaping, that would only make him have to work even harder for the love he so wanted.

“Now, how much do you love me?”

Findore did not reply, for the question was a double edged sword. She lost either way she went.

“Quiet tonight, aren’t we?”

Again, no reply came from the scared lady.

“Very well then.”

Micheal reached for the dagger he kept on his table beside the bed. A fae never has to much protection, so his father said. *And look where that got him.* Micheal smiled as he slowly brought the dagger next to her throat. He traced it down her flawless features, leaving little slits where he felt the need to. Blood slowly formed around the little cuts. He suddenly dragged the knife down her front, slicing the material that had been sewn together so many times from instances like these. She cringed at the tip of the blade softly left a little trail of red down her body. As her breasts popped from their encasement, she moaned softly. Micheal continued to drag the blade downward, letting it rip through her pants she had on. Down each leg the blade went, each slash leaving a little mark to let her feel the passion building inside of him.

Pulling the fabric away with his teeth, Micheal rubbed his face in the blood laying on her body. He licked it, lapped it, and rubbed his body over her own, letting his body feel the body of his bloody playmate. His now naked wife lay there, bloody and smeared, awaiting his next move.

“I think we shall continue this somewhere else.”

Findore’s breath caught in her throat. *No please, not anywhere else*

Micheal stood and cut the bondage on her arms. He swiftly picked her up and with a thought and a wink, the disappeared. When they finally materialized, they were not longer in bedroom. Stone walls with all sorts of objects encased them in.

“Micheal, please,”

“Shh,” Micheal held a finger to her lips, “just wait.”

A silent tear fell down her cheek as Micheal led her to the stone table in the middle of the room. The shackles sparkled in the candlelight, looking almost welcoming. As he picked her up and laid her down, he kissed her softly.

“That’s only thing you will be getting soft tonight.”

Roughly grabbing her arms, he pinned her to the slab with the shackles, leaving her legs undone for now. He walked to the fire place and with a throw of a crystal, the fire ignited. He smiled into the flames and turned back to the victim on hand. He scanned his walls, looking for what to start with, his eyes fell on a lone whip, small and unforgiving. He walked to it and grabbed it off the wall. His hand fell into the grip marks he had made on it and with cat like precision, slammed the whip into Findore’s side. The slash mark quickly welted and as Micheal hit it again, over and over, it began to sop blood. He pulled the whip back and licked the leather, growing even harder at the taste of the leather mixed with the sweet intoxicating blood he was tasting. He had drank so much of her blood, that it was like water to him. He could never get enough. He walked to her, reaching for the saltwater cloth that was dried with Sarah’s blood. He quickly dunked into the solution, dabbing the wound with care.

Findore whimpered at the stinging. She bit down on her lip, keeping the screams out. That’s what he wanted was her to scream. He wanted her to feel the pain and like it. He wanted to hear her in agony, he loved the sound of her piercing screams. She rolled her head to the side and saw Micheal reaching for another tool from the wall. She stared up above her, the chains with the hooks for Micheal’s back staring down at her. She thanks the gods he had never made her do that. *Sick pig.* She thought to herself. *How can you like that stuff?* She turned her attention back to Micheal who was now by the fire, holding something in the flames. He turned towards her, reveling the poker in his hand, the end red hot. She turned her head from him, waiting for the impact from the poker. When it came, her whole leg shook in response. The poker burning the sensitive skin, the smell of burning flesh floating around the room. 3 more times he poked her. Each in a different spot. It didn’t matter, he would heal her so that she looked perfectly normal again. The pain would be gone and she would go about her daily things, awaiting for the nightmare to arise.

Her scream bounced in Micheal’s head, and he had decided he could not wait any longer. He walked to the end of her legs, pulling her farther down the slab of stone. Little piece cuts her back open, blood streaks following in her wake. He held her legs tightly and in one fail swoop, buried himself deep inside her body. She moan and screamed, pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. Her body responded to the harsh love, letting her enjoy what she could. He pumped in and out of her, letting himself feel the deepest parts of her body. He moaned in pleasure, the sound of the blood mixing with the juices and being smacked escalating with his pace. He neared his finish, but not wanting to waist anything, he pulled Findore up in a sitting position. He sat up on his knees in front of her, pulling on his swollen member, grabbing the back of her head.

“Open your mouth, my love.”

She did as she was told, and when he pumped into her mouth, she moaned involuntarily, sucking on his rock hard cock. He reared his head back and with a loud roar, he let go of himself. Findore sucked all three juices down, she too used to the taste of blood, herself, and semen. She sucked lightly at the man sitting in front of her, accepting all he had to give to her. But, the glory was short lived, for as soon as she was done emptying her mouth, he flipper her over, shackles still attached. She cried in pain as the shackled dug into her wrists, as her arms turned in ways she was sure she wasn’t supposed to be able to do.

He pulled her up on her knees, making her ass stick up in the air. He didn’t even give her time to prepare, and in a pace he interchanged the two holes. Pumping into her ass a couple times, then transferring himself to her pussy, he held onto hips tightly, grasping her for more leverage. He thrust into, his hips meeting her ass cheeks as they bounced to rhythm he set for the two to continue with. He smiles as he reached up and dragged his nails in the marks from the stone marks in her back. The blood began to seep from under the pressure and soon had made its way down to the small of her back. It slowly dripped down, adding to the fluids found on the table and on the two.

He loved the feel of being on top of things, like making his women feel the love he held for the, and relished the feel of the one he had so cunningly deceived into believing he loved her. Maybe one time in his younger years he might have cared for the touch of a normal woman, for the love shared between two people that loved one another. But not now, now he wanted what he wanted. He wanted pain, pleasure, he wanted to feel important. He wanted to be on top of everything that was his, and he wanted to never not know anything that had to do with them. He liked ruling over his subjects and especially his wife. He was the man, the king of all his things. And as he let himself go again, he screamed at the top of his lungs, letting his beast come out.

Findore cried as she adjusted to the size of her now animal lover. The pain came so fast, so swift, she had no time to prepare herself for it. Again her body began to rock back and forth with the thrusts from Micheal. Soon, the pain melted away and only the feel of the sex rang in her mind. She started to moan slightly as he became more distinctly hard in her tiny body. And as her climax grew nearer, she began to whine with the feeling of wanting to release.

“Not yet,” Micheal panted feeling her need, “not yet my pet.”

She whined louder, her soft moan sounding nothing like the roars coming from behind her. She whined more and more, growing tired of having to wait to release herself. She was beginning to think that she would explode, the intensity began to make her head spin, she was going to pass out. Feeling the dying soul inside of his mate, the dragon king buried himself deep within her body.

“Now, you may my pet.”

With an explosion of stars in front of her eyes, she let herself go. Her whole body racked with the feeling of pleasure, pain, intensity. She admitted it to herself that she liked this a little bit, and as she smiled to herself acknowledging the fact, she passed out of the slab of stone. The dragon slowly changed back, breathing heavily staring at his fallen princess.

He walked to her and reached for her body. Carrying her bridal style, he returned them to their room. He laid her body down on the bed and changed back into his dragon form. Sticking his tongue out, he slowly cleaned her wounds. His saliva slowly healed the wounds, each repairing themselves back to their normal state. After cleaning her body, he turned from the bed and walked to his bathroom.

He looked in the mirror at himself, his body, the scar.

“Just you wait my brother. You have not seen the last of me.”

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Jareth smiled as Sarah slept. She looked beautiful while she was sleeping, the small smile she always had made his heart flutter.

*Your going soft*

The voice rang through his mind and he shook it out as he got up from the blanket on the sands by the waterfall. He walked to the banks of it and looked at it’s natural beautiful
setting. Natural beauty was always a turn on of his, which is why he loved Sarah so much. She was all natural. Her breasts were the finest he had ever seen. Bouncing with the best of attitude. He smiled to himself thinking about her attitude.

*A spit fire and a lover. Damn that girl is good in bed*

He smiled again and walked to the edge of the plain we were on. The Labyrinth was once again beginning to repair itself. It loved the fact that Sarah was back and loved the feel that it brought to the both of them.

*You still need to obtain her hand.*

Jareth shook his head and nodded. He knew when he would do that, he didn’t even need to think twice about it. The annual Seelie Ball was coming up in a matter of days. He would make his move there, obtain he hand and then the matter at hand would be nothing but solved. An heir would be nothing for the two of them to accomplish.

*No kidding. The way she handled you last night proves that point.*

Jareth laughed as the Labyrinth made the first joke it had in a while. Things were really looking up for him. Everything seemed to be going great, and nothing could stand in their way now. If anything attempted to, he would deal with those matters faster than anyone could decipher what happened. He had finally gotten what he strived for in life and he was not about to let it go.

Jareth turned and sighed as he saw Sarah walking naked to the water. She conjured up something, which turned out to be soap, and he watched her scrub at something on her side. She screamed in anger and scrubbed at the something more. It took Jareth a moment to realize that what she was scrubbing at would never leave her side.

“It wont come out.”

Sarah lifted her head to look at Jareth, tears staining her face. “That fucker. If I ever get my hands on him,”

“He will be sorry.” Jareth smiled at her from across the water. He sat on the beach and waited for her to return to the sand. She quickly dried of and dressed, a tank top and jean shorts, and sat beside her new lover.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Jareth asked pulling her into his arms.

“For last night and for everything.”

Jareth smiled as he sniffed in deep, letting her scent wash over him. “Your welcome.”

The two sat in silence for a what seemed like a life time. Watching the rays of the sun reflect off the not so innocent water fall. Sarah blushed a little as she though about the latter nights events. She nuzzled into Jareth more and sighed. She watched the ripples from the cascading waterfall reach them in little waves. Jareth shifted slightly and held her tightly, squeezing her to let her know he was always going to be there for her. Sarah began to feel sleepy again, but her eyes popped open at the notice of something in the trees beside the cove.

“Jareth?”

“I see it.”

Jareth stood and conjured a crystal. With an awesome show of marksmanship, he hit the thing head on and it landed with a thud on the ground. It scuttled towards the two and when it reached them, bowed so low, it’s nose came up with sand on it.

“Your majesty, my lady.”

“Why were you sneaking around?” Jareth demanded.

“I did not wish to interrupt, m’lord.”

“And what is so important?”

The creature reached behind him and held out a piece of parchment. He cleared his throat and said in as loud of a voice as he could conjure stated : “Your presence is requested at the Seelie Court. Please report as soon as possible. Signed, The High Majesty.”

“Shit.” Jareth cursed as he read the message.

“What’s wrong?” Sarah asked as the little critter scuttled away in a huge rush.

“This can’t be good.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll explain later, I need to go.”

Jareth turned and kissed Sarah on the lips. He held her face in his hands and rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs. “I’ll be back.”

“I’m not staying here by myself. I coming with you!” Sarah yelled in disbelief.

Jareth shook his head, he did not need her tagging along right now. But, knowing she would not give up this fight, he sighed in defeat.

“You can not wear that in the court room. A dress is mor appropriate.”

“Oh no. They don’t like it they can bite me.”

Jareth turned and looked at Sarah. “If you want to come change your clothes.”

Sarah groaned and waved her hands. A light pink dress fell around her body, tied in the back. Her hair pulled up in a bun with some ringlets falling around her face. “Better?”

“Much, now we need to get going.”

With that, Jareth grabbed Sarah and with a flash of glitter dust, they were gone.

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Alright... I AM SO SORRY it took so long. Please review and
all that awesome stuff. Remember I love you all and I am
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But, I am working now and the place where I work is for out city fair.
It the largest FREE FAIR in the WORLD!!! And it is starting on the 21st so
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