~Chapter 3: double trouble~

Josse looked around and wandered what had happened. It was as if a velvety blanket had been thrown over her vision and she somehow had been carried to another place.

She was now sitting on a bench in a familiar, yet foreign garden, surrounded by grotesque statues and beautiful flowers.

She was slumped down on a stone bench and noticed she was dressed in a long, flowing silk gown, which seemed to shimmer with something like stardust.

"I say, good move." A male voice purred somewhere around her and she noticed the two figures before her.

Jareth the goblin king was seated against some magnificent, shimmering throne, whilst Erik sat on an old wooden chair, tapping his fingers against his mask on his face.

Both were playing a game of chess and Josse kept quiet, just watching them for a while.

"I...hmmm," Erik outstretched his arm to move a piece but drew it back again, "no, no, let me think."

"Chess really isn't that stimulating a game." Jareth said, tapping his cane against his boot, showing his clear boredom.

"Agreed."

Josse watched them for abit, pondering on what to do, when she stood up and decided to break the tension.

"Urm, you could always play a game of cards?" She approached the two at the table, innocently suggesting something that might help them with their boredom.

Jareth raised his head and gazed at her emotionless, before a devilish glint in his eye caught her attention.

"Look Erik," he dropped his hand and she clearly saw his fangs potruding from his smile, "something stimulating."

Josse didn't even have time to react as She was suddenly grabbed by each of her arms from behind and forced backwards, falling onto Erik's lap as she done so. She struggled slightly and gasped as Erik managed to hold both her hands together in his one large hand whilst the other held the back of her head.

She glanced up towards Jareth, who was stepping towards her with his cane outstretched. He picked it up and used it to lift her chin up towards him, observing her with thoughtful and fierce eyes.

"Yes, you'll do nicely."

Josse could only yelp as his hand shot out and grabbed the top of her pretty dress, yanking it hard so it ripped open to him like a bit of tissue.

She struggled as the fabric revealed naked skin and a gloved hand shot out and grabbed a bare breast, purposefully clutching a hardened nipple between the leather clad pads of his finger and thumb.

"What a pretty colour," Jareth said, rolling the nipple inbetween his digits, "pink. Peach."

Josse moaned in pleasure, not getting sick of her 'damsel in distress' roll.

"Wonderful noises aswell," Eric said behind her, his mouth close to her neck, "I want to hear more."

"Agreed."

Josse didn't quite seem to know what happened. Her position had changed and the dream had shifted slightly so she could see everything that was happening to her. Jareth had grabbed her legs and thrown them either side of her hips, whilst Eric had pulled up her dress more from the skirt to help Jareth. She felt him shuffle about around his hips, before his now ungloved fingers were touching and stroking her wet and quivering womanhood.

She entertained both their wishes and moaned and whimpered in pleasure, now feeling Eric's hot and wet tongue lick and taste her neck, occasionally sinking his teeth into her tender flesh.

She closed her eyes as the hand moved against her and then inside of her and she allowed the wonderful feeling to take over. She only opened her eyes in shock when the hands were removed and a larger object suddenly thrust inside of her. Jareth growled and pressed against her hard.

"Ooooh...very, very good." He licked his top lip and slowly began to move in and out of her.

Now confident that she wouldn't fight back or run away, Eric released her clasped hands and focused on something more important. His hands reached around to her chest and each focused on either breast, massaging the soft, smooth skin and teasing each nipple inbetween his fingers.

Josse could hardly believe her luck.

First Beej, then D and now Eric and Jareth, TOGETHER.

She was thankful it was a dream, otherwise she knew she'd have trouble sitting down tomorrow.

As Jareth' thrusting sped up, something strange happened. It was as if something seemed to reach from within her and pull her mind deep down and away from this situation. She swore if she ever met this thing, she'd beat the crap out of it.

"Hello Pwinceth." A familiary grotesque and hideously deformed voice and face appeared from out of the darkness before her.

For the first time in her dream, she screamed out of pure horror.