A/N: Okay, here we go. The first of the smut. Whelp. And 50 points to Gryffindor if you catch the obscure X-Files reference! Oh, oh! If you want an absolutely AWESOME X-Files/Labyrinth crossover read 'We Must Not Look On Goblin Men' by Shadow131. We loves it 3
Mum. Just stop reading now. Seriously.
PART TWO - Retribution
Thirteen hours after the Goblin King returned to Sarah's life, she caught a tiny goblin stealing her underwear.
Several thoughts raced through her mind as the little green and brown creature ducked through her legs and made for the lounge room.
First, she could see goblins again.
Second, that little snot was stealing her favourite pair of sexy panties. She hoped that the rest of her underwear was still in her draws, unlike her never-found-again sock collection of thirteen years ago.
Third, she could see goblins again. She was torn between chasing after the goblin and seeing whether she could call for her friends again.
Sarah glanced between her dresser mirror and the scuffling she could hear echoing down the short corridor. Mentally giving up on the lacy, rather impractical panties - seriously, when was she going to wear them anyway? - she jumped into the seat in front of the mirror and whispered hopefully, "Hoggle? Are you there? I-" she swallowed. "I need you."
Placing both hands on the dresser, she leaned forward. "Hoggle?"
The mirror rippled with an audible splash, like a disturbed pond, and she threw herself back in fright at the unnatural motion, tipping back on the small stool. The reflective surface settled again, and she dared to drop down. Heart thumping, she peered hopefully into the mirror.
There. What was that?
"Hoggle!" She gasped.
"Sarah?" Her beloved friend's voice echoed from the depths that the mirror should have never had. "Is that y-"
"Yes!" She cried, tears forming in her eyes. "Yes, it's me, Hoggle! I need you!"
But the surface had returned to normal again, showing nothing but a pretty brunette in her late twenties, trying not to cry. Trying, and failing, she thought, wiping away the few tears that escaped. Her head jerked at the sound of something crashing in her lounge room. That little bastard was still there!
Pushing herself away from the dresser, Sarah stormed down the hallway, only to come face-to-face with a bemused Goblin King, who was dangling her sexy black lace thong from a long gloved finger.
Stopping stock still at the sight, eyes flickering from her lingerie to his undeniably handsome face, Sarah was caught between irritation and apprehension. Nervously licking her lips, she quickly snatched out her hand to snag the underwear, but was not quick enough.
The Goblin King grinned widely as he held his hand up out of her reach, dangling them a little.
Irritation won.
"Give those back," she said through gritted teeth.
"These?" The Goblin King asked, all wide-eyed innocence as he waved her undies around a bit more.
"Yes, those," she hissed, and made another jumping swipe at them. "Give them back, Goblin King."
"Sarah, please," he crooned, holding them even higher. "You know my name."
She made a sound of frustration as her hand passed through his arm and shoulder. Fine. She gave up, and crossed her arms and glared at him. "I don't have time for this."
His slanted brows came down in a frown, and he tucked her underwear into his fitted leather coat, despite her spluttered protests. He was dressed closer to what she remembered from her time in the Labyrinth, in indecently tight beige breeches, knee high leather boots, dark brown leather gloves that fitted like a second skin, and that tight rich chocolatey brown leather coat, that had a high pointed collar and dangerously sharp shoulder pads, over a white ruffled shirt. His amulet gleamed against his pale, not-quite-human skin.
"I don't think you realise the predicament you're in, precious," he said disapprovingly.
"My only predicament is that some fae King has stolen my panties," she huffed.
He gave a faint smirk. "You did quite well, finding out about my people. Your books do have a ring of authenticity about them."
She was surprised. A compliment? "Thank you?" He nodded regally in acknowledgment. "But, still-" she waved a hand at where she had last seen her panties. "Please?" More of a demand than a plea really, and she held out her hand impatiently.
Tucking his arms behind his back, the Goblin King ignored her, and announced, "Your predicament, precious thing, is that now your protection magic is wearing off, you will now be able to see what has been in front of you the whole time."
Sarah scowled. "Is that meant to be a riddle?"
"Really, Sarah," he said impatiently, "Keep up. You will be able to see things that most mortals can't. What most mortals shouldn't. The magic from your victory isn't protecting you any more."
Sarah froze. In the research for her books, almost entirely from the mythology section of the library, she had come across a name for people 'blessed' with the ability to see creatures from the Underground, from the fae worlds. Well, blessed might not be the right word. Cursed probably would fit better. These poor mortals were hunted down by fae royalty in what was dubbed the Wild Hunt and never heard from again.
Of course, this was supposed to be myth and legend.
Of course, she knew from personal experience that it certainly wasn't myth and legend.
The Goblin King was watching her carefully, a gleaming look of dark fascination shining in his unusual eyes. "You understand what I mean, don't you, precious?"
She swallowed. "Yes." She met his intense gaze. "I'm a Sidhe Seer."
She could see every one of his sharp teeth as he smiled in absolute delight. "Yes," he whispered. "You're a Sidhe Seer."
She took a step away from him, but he did not allow her the distance, following close. "What is this?" She breathed in horror. "Is this your revenge, Goblin King? Is this what you wanted? For me to be hunted down like an animal by your own people?"
She continued to back away from the advancing fae, right into one of her arm chairs. She yelped as she fell backward over the arm rest, sprawling across the cushions. The Goblin King took advantage and leaned over her, resting one hand on the top of the chair, and the other down by her hip, his hips resting on the chair between her calves.
She could still feel the heat pouring from him as his aristocratic nose came within an inch of hers. Oh, she was in so much trouble. But she was not going to take this lying down. So to speak.
"I don't respond well to threats, Goblin King," she hissed, despite the undignified position. "Just ask the ex."
His eyes darkened with annoyance at her words, but then he leisurely looked her up and down. "You're responding rather satisfactory to my tastes, precious." His mouth twisted. "That former spouse of yours was a coward and a fool," he sniffed. "As is anyone who would marry one and grace the bed of another."
"Why am I not surprised you know the details of my shambolic marriage?" She muttered.
"I am only looking out for you, precious," he said smugly, his breath warm on her face. "So your reawakened gift is no threat from me." He shrugged, then eyed her coyly. "It just simply is."
"Sure. Fine," she huffed, swinging her legs around and through the fae as she clambered out of the chair. She could hear his deep sigh of disappointment. "Whatever." She turned to face him again from a much more healthy distance. "So how can I get rid of it?"
"You cannot," he said, perching his hands on narrow hips as he faced her. "You can pretend you don't see them, of course. That only lasts a short time." He dropped his voice into a confidential whisper, "We can smell the magic on you." He chuckled as Sarah pulled a disgusted face. "You can train to control the magic you emit. That often takes many years, and with the low level of magic that exists in the Aboveground, I don't hold much hope of you finding a suitable teacher. Or, finally," he paused and casually inspected his gloves, "You could come back to the Underground." He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "With me."
Sarah digested his words as he stood in her small lounge room. He had moved closer again like she was magnetic and now stood about a foot away. She took a deep breath through her nose, her nostrils filling with the scent of him, of man and heat and magic, and could feel the anger and the helplessness starting to build up in her.
"Back to the Underground, huh?" She repeated, deceptively calm. "Well. There you have it." She pinned him with her sharp green eyes. "I hope you're pleased with yourself, Goblin King. You have me right where you want me."
He narrowed his eyes at her and replied, "This wasn't my doing, Sarah. You've had this gift for some time."
"Some time? Oh, you mean, since I was forced to enter the Underground to win back my brother?" She spat sarcastically. "Since you fed me with Underground fruit?"
A slight flush had touched the Goblin King's sharp cheekbones. "The brother you wished away. The fruit you willingly ate."
"Don't give me that," she hissed. "You knew who I was long before I wished Toby away. I saw you. I wouldn't be surprised if you left that book for me to find; hidden oh-so-subtly away in my mom's old things."
"Well, don't we think highly of ourselves?" He scoffed, the pink of his cheeks spreading to his slightly pointed ears. He was so close, she could almost taste him.
"We do, when it's true," she near shouted. His face twitched slightly in anger, along with his hands, and he seemed to glow slightly as his mouth then turned up into a slight sneer. But she was growing too furious with him to back down now, whatever magic he happened to be working.
Sarah refused to blink. She was not going to back down-
She could taste him.
She could taste-
Both of his hands were wrapped around her upper arms and she was pressed up against his heated body. His mouth crushed against hers, all teeth and bruised lips.
He could touch her? What in the hell-
Shocked by the feel of him - he absolutely burned - she gasped in protest and his tongue was suddenly in her mouth. He tasted of cinnamon and champagne and he moaned in absolute delight as she couldn't help but taste him back. Grabbing the back of her head with one large hand, he tilted her head so he could plunder her mouth even further. So intent was he on devouring her, she began to get light headed from the intensity. Pushing at his firm chest, she tried to pull away.
He released her mouth, compensating by sliding his hands down her back and gathering her close. He bit down her jawline while she panted, recovering, giving her little nips towards her neck.
It was too much. Thirteen years of repressed sexual attraction, of unwanted fantasies and feelings toward this very man; Sarah's knees buckled and she moaned, spearing her hands into his wild hair. The Goblin King growled with approval and she suddenly found herself flat on her back, the sofa and the fae's arms softening the fall.
He loomed over her and Sarah was simultaneously terrified and turned on by the sight that greeted her. His white blonde hair was even wilder than usual, both of his pupils had blown out so they were completely even and his swollen, pink lips stretched over the teeth he was hissing through. His dangerous looking jacket had even disappeared at some point. Pushing her knees apart and pulling off a glove with his teeth, he wedged his hips between her legs and she whimpered at the evidence of his arousal hard against her covered core.
"Sarah, Sarah," he whispered thickly, rocking himself gently against her. "See how I feel for you. Even after all this time, the pull you have is indescribable. I burn for you-" He punctuated his statement with a sharp nip just under her left ear. "I burn for you more with every passing year." Sarah cried out as his tongue laved her from collarbone to earlobe and his bare burning hot hand rested against her centre. "Say my name, Sarah," he purred into her ear.
"No," she moaned helplessly as his hand began to move. Oh, good gravy, she was going to come. She was going to come and go to pieces wedged beneath Jar-
Shit! Don't say his name, don't even think it-
"Say. My. Name," he whispered harshly, and his hand moved faster, adding more pressure to her over-stimulated flesh.
She threw her head back, hair tangling beneath her scalp, and the sounds that came from her lips were positively indecent and, she was pretty sure, she had never made before.
"Say it," he growled.
"N-no!" She stuttered as the tell-tale jolts preceding an orgasm shuddered through her body. He grabbed her hair again with his gloved hand and pulled, and she arched her back with a cry of slight pain, even as her hips lifted off the sofa cushions with a rush of wet heat straight down to her centre. He pressed his hand even harder against her, picking out a rhythmic pattern that matched her wild heartbeat. She could feel her thin t-shirt sticking to her with sweat and felt the Goblin King's thumb flick hard against the seam in her jeans, directly over her clit.
"Oh, shit!" She wailed.
"Say my name!" He roared desperately, sweat beading at his temples and dripping down his neck. His hips were rutting into her thigh at the same pace as his hand. "Say it now!"
Shrieking in defiance, Sarah pushed him up by his broad shoulders and screamed, "NO!"
She couldn't feel him.
Moaning as if in pain, she opened her eyes and sucked in some much needed air. The Goblin King was lying through her torso, staring at her as if she were the magical one.
Her next breath in sounded suspiciously like a sob, and she scrambled into an upright position, pulling herself away from him, despite the fact he couldn't seem to touch her again.
"You-" his voice was hoarse. He caught his breath and started again, "You should not be able to do that."
Resisting the urge to wrap her arms around herself protectively, she clenched the sofa cushions until her knuckles were white. "Do what?" She asked tightly.
"Your protection is fading and my magic is strong. I should be able to touch you now."
"Well, maybe I don't wish for you to touch me now, Goblin King," she snarled at him.
He pushed himself into a sitting position next to her and blinked at her owlishly, trying to figure out who-knows-what. She sat there and refused to look down at the clear evidence of his arousal pressing against his breeches. Maybe she could pretend she didn't just have a hot make-out session with the fae she had been comparing all the men in her life to since she was fifteen. She resisted the urge to snort disbelievingly at herself. Yeah, sure. She was on the verge of her quickest, most intense orgasm ever, and her blood was still surging to places she'd rather not have it surge to.
"But I should be able to," he argued. He ran a glowing palm, his bare one, over her exposed collarbone. She shuddered with unsatisfied arousal and leapt off the sofa at the heated touch. "Like so," he said, slightly bewildered.
"Don't touch me!" She snapped. "What is wrong with you?"
He stood up too and reached for her, but barely brushed her arms before she wiggled out of them. "Sarah, please. Say my name," he said with a touch of desperation. "It is for your own good, precious."
"I will NOT allow you that power over me again," she raised her voice.
"Sarah-"
"No!"
Finally he snapped. Pulling her close again, he threaded his hands into her hair and tipped back her face, forcing her gaze to meet his. "If I don't," he gritted out, "then they will."
Ignoring the slight pain in her scalp, Sarah latched her hands onto his forearms and tightened her fingers, pushing her short nails into his burning flesh, and hissed, "Then I will beat them too."
The Goblin King's nostrils flared and she couldn't see his irises as his pupils widened and hid any colour. This time, she pulled his head down and captured his mouth, biting hard on his lower lip. He pulled back in shock, a drop of blood beading, and touched it carefully with his tongue. Sarah's thudding heart skipped a beat as a smile stretched across his face.
"Oh, Sarah," he murmured, still smiling as he walked her backwards. She gave a little 'oof' as her back hit the wall. "Sarah, Sarah." Ugh. She was going to come from just the sound of her name on his lips. "You are perfect-" He kissed her hard, and the taste of his blood made her moan. It didn't have that coppery tinge she was used to, but had a rich clove and cinnamon tang.
Her head thumped against the wall and he pressed closer, his hard arousal burning into her stomach. This time, he wasted no effort touching her over her clothing, but went straight for her jeans button and zip. Her jeans and underwear were halfway down her thighs before she took her next breath, and she lost the one after when one of his fingers plunged into her sensitive, wet channel.
"Oh!" She swore in surprise. She whimpered as he began to push his finger deeper. His breath was hot on her neck and she felt him first kiss, then bite as she clenched around his finger. The Goblin King growled into her ear and added another finger. Gasping loudly she yelped, "Oh, oh! Jar-" she bit her tongue to hold the name back.
"Yes!" He groaned, nipping her earlobe. "Say it-"
Reaching up to grab his shoulders, she was flushed but determined. "No! I will say it when I AM READY."
His eyes widened as they focussed on her in surprise. Blinking, he began to smile lasciviously and then groaned as her body tightened around his fingers and he began circling her clit with his thumb. Tilting her chin up with a finger, he peppered her flushed cheekbone with soft kisses, muttering beneath his breath, "You are so perfect, my Queen, so tight-"
Queen? Queen! Holy moley, she was in even more trouble now-
Refusing to fall apart in front of him when he was still looking so composed, she reached for his breeches with one hand and fumbled over the unusual hook and laces opening. It took several seconds longer than she hoped, but he worked out what she was trying to accomplish and pulled his other glove off with his teeth and quickly finished the job. She eagerly reached inside and curled her hand around him. Whoa. He was definitely not wearing a cod piece. The satin covered steel burned her fingers.
The Goblin King's fingers faltered and he slumped against her with a loud exhale. "Oh, goddess-" he gasped. Adding some pressure, Sarah gave an experimental pump, fingers barely surrounding his girth. "Sarah!"
She had never been so turned on before in her life. It was as if she was standing on the roof of a tall building, with nothing to protect her if she took one step too close to the edge. The Goblin King was breathing harshly into her ear as he pressed her against the wall and fucked her with his long fingers. He was moaning nonsense into her ear, a mixture of English and another language, both praising and cursing her.
Sarah was whimpering uncontrollably, her head had dropped back against the wall with a thump, but the pain never registered.
She needed him to stop.
She needed him to never stop.
She cupped his balls with her other hand, both now working him and he responded with a sharp nip to the ear he was whispering into. The temptation to whisper his name back was so powerful - She needed to finish this now. She hushed the part of her mind that screamed at her that this was the best freaking action she had ever had, and wanted her to strip him completely and let him fuck her against that very wall. She couldn't. Not when she was fighting to keep his name behind her teeth. When it was attempting to push through her moans of pleasure.
Tightening her hand, she used his pre-cum to slick her hand and she ran a blunt nail just under the swollen head. He slumped over her even more, almost crushing her against the wall with his body, his hips thrusting erratically against her. "Come for me, Goblin King," she breathed desperately. Come before she gives in and says his name.
"You first," he replied in a raspy voice, and his fingers twisted and his thumb pressed just so-
"Ah-" she rolled her head back on her neck as her spine arched. "Oh, shit, shit, shit-" she gasped before words fled her and her body tensed. Her eyes rolled back and her entire body shuddered violently through her wordless scream. Her fingers helplessly tightened around the Goblin King's cock as it grew and throbbed and, unlike her silent orgasm, he bellowed her name as he came, spurting himself over her hands and onto her much-abused t-shirt.
Her knees wobbled, and he quickly grabbed her around her waist before she collapsed, still leaning heavily into her and gently pressing his fingers into her sensitive channel, wringing the last few shudders out of her.
"So help me, precious thing," he murmured into her hair, "Next time you will come with my name on your lips." He turned her face and kissed her fiercely. "You need me to protect you. I cannot do it if I cannot touch you."
Sarah, coming back down to earth, looked up at him disbelievingly. "You have got to be kidding me. What the hell was THAT then?!"
"It won't protect you. You need to say my name," he growled, both at her stubbornness and the fact that her warm hands had dropped from his softened cock.
She grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand from her nether regions. "I don't want or need protecting, Goblin King. You can't force me to do anything!"
"I KNOW!" He bellowed. He pushed away in frustration, hands running through his hair, his stained breeches still open. "I know. I would help you, Sarah!"
"Leave Ja-" she snapped off the word as his name yet again attempted to make an appearance on her tongue. A sound of frustration escaped from the back of her throat. "Just go!"
With a gesture, he was dressed again. "You will need me, and on that day, precious-" he said with a hint of a threat. Of a promise.
She shuddered, but tried to cover it pulling up her jeans jerkily. "Whatever, Goblin King," she snarled, mentally kicking herself for her somewhat weak response.
The Goblin King pursed his lips at her, vindictively blowing her a kiss before he left, the only evidence of his presence in her lounge room was the glitter that floated down to the carpet, and his cum all over her hands.
He still had her underwear. Bastard.