My first rated M work. Hope you like the magic.


Sarah woke up startled. She had been dreaming of a romantic sunset in a knee-high garden maze with a typical Disney golden haired prince. They were laughing, chasing each other in the maze, and when he caught her. She was a happy prisoner until he bent down for a kiss. Then his hair grew wild, and his breaches turned from silk to leather, and his warm green eyes to the mocking laughter of blue and brown.

And she regretted the instance she woke up. All her dreams of him were as frustrating as this - not one of them ended with them together - and ALL of them had been inviting.

Sarah slammed her frustration back on the bed. Ten years and still pining for HIM!... Hoping he would stray back into her house, hopefully by accident, not needing to wish anyone back into the labyrinth a second time.

But Sarah could feel her passion bubbling out her body.

"I wish the Goblin King could feel my pleasure without the knowledge of my touch!"


The Goblin King was sitting in his throne room minding the business of his subjects... Another day of haggling, scaring, commanding. The routine was just killing him.

Without further ado, he stood up and navigated to his chamber. He needed a hot bath to sooth the empty feeling inside him, ever since THAT girl won the labyrinth and took his heart and magic as well.

His bedroom was on the right tower with the large window facing the maze. The grand bed was to the left of the window, hidden in semi-darkness from the sun, just in case his nocturnal wanderings became somewhat enjoyable and long. As if there was a need for that now. Wandering in his owl form was no pleasure anymore. The freedom flying gave him - the wind brushing against his wings as he soared upward - that exciting feeling, was not enough.

Nothing was enough anymore.

What a distressing thought.

A pool suddenly appeared in the center of the room, steaming, with a slight aroma of peaches. Jareth looked upon the pool, knowing full well that the comfort will be temporary, then tested the temperature with his toes. His wardrobe disappeared as he entered his bath, leaving him in his thin but muscular nakedness.

Then like a hard nudge, a hot dizzying warmth enveloped his mind.

Jareth felt the pleasure ripple through.

It came in slowly, from the gut, upward to his spine, his chest, his lungs (he choked in a breath), and when it reached his head, it burst into different flavors of Sarah.

Her warmth, her heat, her lust.

He could feel it all. And he was one with her, his body seeping with desire as she stroked her clit on the other side of the world.

Yet she wanted them separated.

He produced a crystal out of this air and gazed longingly into it. He was now aware of the dream lusting around her mind, all the unfulfilled passion contained in those dreams. And he wanted her now, unrequitedly, intoxicatedly.

He looked on into the crystal, feeling the sensation of her body as he sees her toying with herself, wishing she would wish he was actually doing the deed.


To be continued...