Chapter 4. In the Underground
Author's note:
Sorry this is lewd and disgusting… but hey what can I say
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Hoggle paced the space before the great gate of the Labyrinth. He had been feeling the disturbances for some time now. Had experienced the dreams evil dreams filled with wanton sexual desires, not that he'd never experienced sexual dreams before. It was the presences of Sarah in the dreams that disturbed him. Not just her presences but his treatment of her, which disturbed him. He had always thought of Sarah as a beautiful, sweet and generous girl. A child really however not in these dreams, no in this dream she had been no innocent child. In the dreams she was a wanton beauty, with extremely sexual desires and assets. Hoggle groaned as he felt the effects of thinking about the woman in the dream. He kept trying to separate them, one Dream Sarah one Real Sarah. But right now all he could feel was the throbbing of something in his groin. Turning to the pond he pulled out his shaft and relieved himself into the murky waters of the green pond.
In his mind he heard the strange music that hand been playing, the music the woman in green had danced to. He felt sweat bead on his brow as he groaned. His hand slowly stroked, as he thought about the woman in his dream. He could see her, smell her scent and Gods in heaven he wanted her.
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Sir Didymus shook his head worriedly as he walked by the new bridge the King had erected to replace the one Hoggle had destroyed crossing. This one didn't look much sturdier than that last one, but it was a bridge to be guarded and that was what mattered. Duty!
He sniffed; to him the air was fresh and fragrant. To others he'd been told it stank. That never had bothered him, and he could not honestly say it bothered him now. He wonders though if it were the root cause of his disturbing dreams.
He sighed, and paced and wondered why in the world after ten long years he'd be dreaming of Sarah. She had long ago stopped calling on him and the others. She had grown and gone on with her life. He didn't begrudge her that, he celebrated he told himself that she was going on with her life. His sweet Lady Sarah, he sighed. But in the disturbing dreams she was not exactly sweet, nor even innocent. In the dreams she was a sweet little tart looking for trouble. He shook his head, disgusted with his own behavior in the dreams. For it had not been by any measure Courtly, hells bells it had not even been gentlemanly. It had been rowdy and lewd.
Didymus gazed at the bog, and wondered why in the world he'd have sexual fantasies about the girl who was without a doubt the last person he should be dreaming about. Still, he twitched his mustache, and stroked it. She had been a fancy bit of caprice and whimsy in the dream; that green and gold satin outfit which she had filled out remarkably well for one so young. That pouty mouth, and those sultry eyes, and all that long dark hair, hair that likely could cover her breasts had they been unleashed…. He shook himself. 'Stop that.' He ordered himself.
That costume, that sexy bit of costume that didn't hide her womanly curves. Curves that had only been hinted at when last he'd seen her. And those moves, driving him wild with dark desires and wanton lust.
"Stop it!" he ordered himself out loud. "This is insane! This is Sarah you twit! You can not lust after Sarah!"
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Ludo sat in the forest, something was wrong but he was not sure what. His beast sense seemed to be off. He kept thinking about her… the Sarah.
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Hoggle looked at the Fairy fluttering over the roses. He began having lewd and lusty thoughts. Wondering what the little pests looked like without the bagging garments they wore. He took one step and stopped himself. "Hoggle what are you doing?" He groaned. "Are you really thinking of sexually assaulting a freaking Fairy?" He looked over his shoulder at the pretty little creature with the sweet face, "Yep." He said aloud. "I am." He fell to the ground and lay back looking up at the Underground sky. "Jareth!" He screamed. "What have you done?"
For years now he had waited, and wondered what kind of punishment the King would come up with. Surely he would not inflict his servant, his good and loyal... oh alright, not so loyal servant with unbridled lust. Hoggle lay on the ground and prayed the lust would pass before he actually got hold of a fairy and did something unforgiveable to it.
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Sir Didymus prided himself on two things; his sense of smell and his sense of duty. Right now he was counting on his sense of duty to overcome the lust that was biting at him like a hound.
He leaned against the little guard house that now stood where none had been before. He watched the bubbles in the bog and began to hum. He stopped humming abruptly when he realized he was humming the tune he'd dreamed of Sarah doing her little hoochie-coo dance to. He shut his eyes, and afterward realized that was a mistake. He could see her when his eyes were closed, green and gold satin leaving nothing to the imagination, and undulating invitingly. He twitched, and not just his mustache. He opened his eyes and wondered if the King would mind him making a quick trip to the junkyard….after all there were always women there who were… well…loose.
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Agnes moved with her pack on her back, watching the goings on. Some of the other inhabitants were displaying a bit more lewd behavior than usual. Even she had felt the need to do something lewd. All over the junkyard there were bodies cavorting merrily. She snorted. The King surely had to be aware of this.
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Hoggle lay still calming himself and breathing slowly. He was almost back under control when a Fairy, one he'd sprayed with the stun formula time and again, landed on his chest with a thump. He raised his head and eyed her suspiciously. "Go away," he warned. "If you know what's good for you, go away."
She closed her eyes and read his deepest darkest inner thoughts. She laughed and scoffed at him in dark enjoyment of his predicament. Falling back onto his chest she laughed.
"It's not funny," he growled watching her as she lay unprotected on his chest.
She heard his thoughts, and looked up, her eyes filled with depraved decadence. She knelt up on his chest and blew a kiss to him.
"Are you out of your little Fairy mind?" He groaned trying to clutch the dirt beneath him. "I'm dying here."
She laughed wickedly, enjoying his agony. More wicked thoughts traveled from the dwarf to the fairy and she teasingly began to do an erotic little strip tease. Her face was almost challenging, daring him to react.
He moaned. "Go away you little pest before you get what's coming to you!" he watched her with hungry eyes. The little Fairy, now as naked as a jaybird, rose in the air, her soft wings shining in the sunlight she soared upward For a brief moment Hoggle relaxed and thought he was going to be free. The next moment she landed on his chin and leaned forward to rest on his nose. "Bitch," He whispered. She smiled and taunted him. "You're asking for it." He growled. She stepped over his lips and took a firm stance on the area just under his nose and lightly ticked his nostrils by rubbing lightly on them. Hoggle had never before given the pests a second thought. He had never even thought of them as having any gender. This one, this one definitely had gender, and it was absolutely unquestionably without doubt female. He sniffed for the first time and her scent filled his brain. 'So she wants to play dirty.' He thought to himself as he again sniffed lightly. 'Well two can play that game.'
Hoggle puckered up his lips and blew lightly; his warm breath bathed the little Fae creature. She giggled at first then shivered delightfully. Her scent changed to a tangy scent and he knew she was not being guarded. He blew again and she leaned back to enjoy the stream of air. Again and again, he repeated the strange erotic foreplay. 'Come on you little bitch,' he thought softly, 'lean back a bit more.' As if reading his mind, she did just that, landing on his lips. Her startled expression told him she was not expecting the tip of his tongue. But she could not move as he had stealthily reached up and grabbed her wings holding her trapped over his punishing tongue. The Fairy writhed and wiggled, struggling to be free, as he tongued her most private parts. 'She asked for it,' he told himself as he sexually assaulted the very creature he had been tormenting for years with stun spray. Her wings had stopped flapping and she didn't seem to be struggling for freedom as much. Hoggle looked at her face, it was dazed. He wondered just how far he could push the little creature. With the tip of his tongue he began to experiment, and watched as the fairy gave her-self over to the pleasures squealing with abandon.
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Agnes had wandered out of the junkyard for the first time in years. It was getting to be far too active in there to suit her. She wanted no part of what she saw happening. She was beginning to worry something was wrong with the underground. She got as far as the bridge at the bog, and that pest Sir Didymus began to question her right to wander. She had expected him to question her, but she had not expected the blatant come on's and invitations into his guard house. Nor had she expected to even consider such an invitation. Yet here she was, actually giving it thought.
Sir Didymus twitched his long white mustache in what he perceived was a randy move. "I say, want to play a game of button, button?" He suggested with a snicker.
"Button, button…" she raised a brow, "That's a child game." She scoffed.
Leering and leaning forward he wiggled his brows, "Not the way I play it." He promised darkly.
Agnes giggled, thinking that was something she'd expect the king to say. Then she stopped giggling. "Didymus," she warned. "This is all tied into the King!"
He eyed her with lusty pleasure. "Let him get his own girl."
Agnes frowned, "I think he already has." She pushed the knight aside. "I have to find Hoggle. He's still got the portal to the girl's mirror, right?" Without waiting for his answer she moved down the path, dropping the items she'd taken years to collect. Little by little the load was lightening up, and Agnes was slowly changing.
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Hoggle snickered as he continued to assault the Fairy who was now riding the tip of his tongue and bracing herself with his nose.
"Hoggle!" a voice coming up the path called out, a voice he didn't completely recognize, and he was not thrilled with being disturbed and disrupted.
"I'm busy." He tired to say, but it came out sounding like, 'I'mmmm bssyssy.'
Agnes looked at him and took hold of the Fairy, pulling it off his tongue and out of his hand. She flung it away and screamed at him. "Are you out of your mind?" She slapped his face to get his attention. "Hoggle we're in trouble!"
"One of us is," he agreed as he rolled to his knees. "What do you want, and who are you?"
Agnes looked, the pack was gone and some of the effect of the pack had gone as well. "I'm Agnes you dolt!"
"You can't be, Aggie is a hag… and you… well I wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with you…" He teased.
She grabbed his ear. "Listen up, we're all in trouble here! We need the King and I'm betting you know where his high and mightiness is."
"He went to Above," he swatted at her hand. "Let go!"
"Listen, he has to get back here! Do you still have the means of locating the girl in her mirror?"
"What girl?" He asked pretending he didn't know who she meant.
Agnes shook him, "Hoggle, snap out of it, we need the King and we need him now before the entire Kingdom becomes a backdrop for some erotic sex tale."
Hoggle blinked, "The King?" He shook off the effects of the lust. "We need the King."
