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"I wish for the goblins to take you away right now!" Your friend had screamed as they slammed the door behind them. You both had gotten into a petty argument before this, over something so trivial. You rolled your eyes at their childish remark, as if goblins were real... A gust of wind rattled the windows in your living room and a horrifying crack of lightning struck close to your home. By the window, a barn owl was fluttering, attempting its way in. Little voices scattered the room, and there was more lightning, more thunder. You looked around frenzied and afraid, then the window burst open, the barn owl flying around your head. You attempted to swat at it before it flew back towards the window.
"Well now," An oppressive voice sounded amongst the sudden storm. "That does not seem like a polite way to treat anyone. Does it?" You had swerved around, facing a man, a very interesting looking man. He had looked like a glam rocker if you were honest. "Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled before he produced a clear ball (A fushigi??) and moved it across his hands in a rather hypnotic way. He smirked at you and grew ever closer, you focused on the ball, unable to look away. Your eyes became heavy, and the lids threatened to shut, an overwhelming scent of lavender filled your senses as you slipped away in a haze of tranquility.
You opened your eyes to a stone room, its walls were garishly decorated with hints of gold and oil paintings of people you've never seen. You were laying on a plush chaise, its velvet upholstery tickled your arms. Your head was reeling. The door to the room creaked open and a small figure was toddling in before it gasped at the sight of you.
"Oh my, missus! I's so sorry!" The small woman(?) had held her hands to her face.
"What.. What are you?" You asked, gripping the chaise with fear. It seemed you both were frightened.
"My names is Frufsia missus." Her pug-like face had drooped while she gave a half-hearted curtsey.
"And where am I? Where's my house?" Your voice had begun to tremble, pricks of tears welling up in your eyes. Frufsia rushed to your side and held your hand with her much smaller one.
"Well, you's in the castle. Lord Jareth had brought you here after that friend of yours wished y' away." That information made you choke out a sob. "Oh miss, I'm sure you'll get home! His highness' labyrinth has been solved before, a lovely lass that was." She pulled herself up onto the chaise with you and talked to you for what felt like forever before she excused herself to continue with her initial duties around the castle. You took the liberty to dry your tears and explore just a bit. The corridors felt long, winding and winding, you dragged your fingertips along the wall. Every single stone you became accustomed to at this point, all the bumps and chips and cracks. Then once this long and winding path had ended, there was a door. A large black door with goblins engraved into the wood. You were surprised to find it unlocked as it pushed open with ease.
"I told you lot I wanted to be alone!" A voice had boomed before it looked up at where you stood. "It's you." He arose from his throne and strode to you, grabbing your hands in his. "I must apologize dear girl, my work is never truly done." He rubbed your hand with his thumb. You had never truly seen his features up close, his hair was quite fluffy and his eyes had been enchanting. He smiled a toothy grin at you before beckoning you into the room further. His throne room. "I've forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Jareth, dear." You muttered your name in return, he tested it out, smiling. "I quite enjoy the sound of that." You just realized you both had grown oddly close and you backed away.
"I'm sorry," You looked at the floor, hiding your flushed cheeks from his intense gaze. "Jareth, I want to know what's going on." You looked up to face him, his face had molded into puppy dog eyes.
"If you insist to know." He rubbed his temples before going to sit on his throne once more. He patted his lap with his scepter, another beckon to him. You had barely even tried to sit down before he yanked you onto his lap, holding you from squirming. He produced that same crystal ball he lulled you to sleep with and held it to your gaze. "Your friend has tried to save you, regrets and such." His head loomed over your shoulder. "Though, what they don't know is that I don't intend to lose someone as lovely looking as you anytime soon." He smirked at you before running his free hand down your side, making your breath hitch.
"Jareth, I don't know what to say." You squeaked out in his grasp before he pushed a gloved finger to your lips, shushing you.
"Let me do all the talking, pet." He whispered before dragging his tongue along your pulse, making you gasp. He gently moved you off his lap as he got onto his knees in front of the throne, a hungry look in his eyes. He removed his gloves before pushing up your skirt to your hips. He put your legs over his shoulders, kissing up from the calf and anywhere his mouth could reach. He bit and nipped at the soft, tender flesh of your inner thighs, sucking marks of love onto your skin that made you whine. He kissed your clothed pussy once before slowly putting his fingers into the band of your panties, looking into your eyes for permission to pull them down. You nodded and he practically ripped them off of you before delving his face into you. He licked bottom to top before wrapping his lips around your clit, and testing the waters with one finger circling your entrance.
"Jareth, please!" Tears pricked at your eyes, but tears of lust and frustration. He looked up into your eyes, his mouth staying there, and winked before plunging two fingers into your wet heat. He moved them at an intense pace, scissoring them as he went flicking your clit with his tongue. You felt the knot in the pit of your belly begin to unravel as your climax grew. As if he could tell, he went even faster, everything flooded your senses when you came, it was all Jareth. Your thighs had practically smushed his head, once you stopped convulsing you immediately released him, his hair was a mess.
"Someone was eager, weren't we?" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, some slick still on his chin. He moved your shaking body to the side as he sat under you once more on the throne. "Are you ready to take me dear?" He whispered and nipped at your earlobe. You nodded enthusiastically and felt him tug your skirt down to your thighs as you kicked it off the rest of the way. He fumbled with his pants, untying them. He snaked a hand underneath your shirt to grope your breasts while he lined himself up with your weeping entrance. The velvety tip had caught itself onto you, slowly stretching you onto him. It was painful, just how bad your body ached for him. You reached a hand back and tugged on his hair as he lowered you further, your whines and moans filling the room. Even if you couldn't see his face you were still excited all the same. It didn't feel real. Stretched open, spread eagle on the goblin king's cock. Your blush had traveled across your whole body now, and he was making shallow thrusts into you. "I want to speed up darling, please, oh fuck, please let me speed up." He begged into your neck. That had made you tighten around him, which he took as a "yes". He pulled you up to the tip and slammed into you, putting up a brutal pace while he held your thighs up. You felt a mystifying aura come over you and there came to be a pulsing sensation around your clit that made your eyes shoot open with desire. "My magic darling girl, I know you've cum for me already, but I need you to give me one more." He growled over your moans. You both kept cursing and you howled as he hit your sweet spot. He had bitten your neck, riddling you with hickeys all over.
"Jareth, I'm getting close again, please." Your whining spurred him on, his hips slapped onto yours rhythmically, his magic growing stronger around you, attempting to topple you over the edge. "Fuck, Jareth!" Your climax had trapped him and he moaned deeply.
"Darling, my pet, please, please, let me spend inside of you, please!" He was slamming home, his whining was frenzied and his fucking was purely animalistic. "I'll do anything, I'll be your slave," His name escaped your lips as he pulled you onto him, fully seated as his cock pumped his spend into you before he pressed featherlight kisses to your shoulder. You both were breathing heavily, you were in more disbelief than anything else. "I swear on it, your friend won't ever solve that labyrinth if that means I get to keep you with me." He sighed as he nuzzled into your shoulder, love bites mottled your legs and neck, and you felt a pang in your heart because you wanted to stay too.
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