In the Underground, Jareth tended to the wounds of the Italian duke himself, not allowing his goblins into the room. Eventually his ministrations paid off and slowly stirred, whimpering. His blue eyes looked up in lucid confusion at the Goblin King.
"You...? Where am I?" He whispered in a hoarse voice.
"In my palace, you had a nasty scratch."
"Scratch," Ferdinand struggled to sit up, "as I remember it Bosola ran me through with a sword, I should be with my sister, in the fires of hell or on the clouds of heaven. I cannot live like this!"
"I did not save you for you to mourn your life, you have no need to worry about such human matters now."
"Human?"
"Yes, my friend, I was above ground, in your courts, as a courtesan."
"I remember you, you were always around…" Ferdinand coughed, laying back down on the soft pillows beneath his head.
"Indeed, you have provided me with an ample diversion."
"Diversion?" The Duke's voice came out in a scratchy breath. He felt he should be on his guard, it was however, difficult to do so when the man speaking to him had obviously put much effort into restoring not only Ferdinand's health, but his life.
"Indeed lad, I am not a courtesan. I far out rank any of your earthly kings. I am lord of the Labyrinth, King of the Goblins."
"And your name sir? I feel I am at a disadvantage."
"Indeed you are, my name is Jareth. Now that you are recovered we shall have a ball."
"A ball?" Ferdinand's eyebrows shot up, amusement and confusion clearly displayed in the gesture.
"Indeed. I believe you shall find all you need in this room, I shall leave you so you can get ready. Someone shall fetch you for the festivities." With that Jareth left in a cloud of magic.
Ferdinand looked around him, slowly getting up, wincing in anticipation of the pain from his wound. He opened his eyes in surprise when he realized there was no pain.
That night Ferdinand was introduced to the court of the Goblin King. He was at first overwhelmed by the decadence of the ball. The masques were all made like fine jewelry. His clothes were richer than any he had seen let alone worn. That said a lot, he was something of a clothing aficionado. He was more than a little surprised that many of the women in attendance wore gowns with only half a bodice. One woman, with hair like a sunset over a desert brushed past him a faint smell of femininity dancing against his nostrils. Her dress a subtle combination of lavender and frost pink was loose to the floor in folds of fabric. It was tight just under the breasts seemingly held by a silver and gold rope. The fabric then, as if it were a stream of water rode up her right shoulder and down her back in a sort of cape. The right breast was constricted by the tightness of the fabric, while the right was exposed, round and pale.
Her mask was crafted finely of a material Ferdinand had never seen before. It subtly changed color with each movement the woman took from ocean blue to meadow green. A ruby was pressed in at either side of the eye whole. The mask itself only covered the area around the woman's eyes, it rested on her face seemingly of its own will. Red lips held in a soft pucker rested underneath.
Ferdinand knew the moment she noticed his attention. Her violet eyes sparked alive and she stalked towards him, the lips curving into an alluring smile, exposing perfectly white teeth. She greeted him in a low husky voice and then leaned in, her hand circling around his and raising it back up. She pressed it to her exposed breast, warm soft flesh pressed underneath Ferdinand's fingers.
Apparently being taken in by the Goblin King had made him quite a celebrity.
"Jareth," the Lady Undula addressed the Goblin King.
"Undula," he bowed deeply and took her hand bestowing a kiss on it.
"I have met your new pet, are you sure it is wise to take him in?"
"Perfectly. What harm could he cause?"
"I am sure his sister thought the same thing."
"Indeed, but she was mortal. What could he do to me? Nothing. It shall be entirely the other way around, I assure you. No, no, I am sure he will serve me well, he proved very entertaining on his world, I am sure he will prove equally so here. Ah, I see he has met the Dunnei sisters." A feral smile passed across his mouth.
Ferdinand found himself surrounded by three exceedingly beautiful women, the other forgotten. The first was Elsia, her hair was red, as if it were the flame itself the Prometheus had sacrificed himself for. Renersa, was smaller in stature than her other two sisters, however her eyes were large and clear, their gray hue sent a thrill through his whole body when the focused intently on him. The last of the sisters, and the youngest, was Lendara, her hair was silver, and her eyes were of a brown that was almost akin to red, they were so rich.
All three woman were dressed in very rich finery. All of them wore a dress similar to the style he had been introduced to earlier.
"My Lord Ferdinand," Elsia whispered in his ear, her sharp pearl white teeth punctuating as they traced his earlobe, "let us go somewhere, more…intimate." Ferdinand inhaled sharply. Renersa and Lendara took each of his hands and pulled him away from the crowd, somehow they knew which room the Goblin King had placed him.
He found himself thrown onto the bed, the three sisters no longer were wearing their extravagant dresses. He scrambled up the bed in haste, trying to escape them. Magic of this caliper made him uneasy, certainly he had suspected the existence of such a thing, but to experience it? He felt frightened and caged in. Renersa bore him down with her eyes, he felt his soul become barred to the world and tried to look away and hide his shames, knowing full well the life he had led made for a spotted soul. Only now did he feel any shame or remorse though. He was unable to ponder this though, as Elsia, ever the predator placed a finely manicured hand on his chest, her nails racking down the front of his exquisite vest, tearing the fabric in their wake. His body slowly began to react to their ministrations.
Lendara had removed his boots and was now crawling her way up to where his trousers were fastened. Her sensual cat like movements caused a fire to stir within, stronger than any other he had ever felt. Renersa still stood there, her eyes forever locked on his face, willing him to remain on the bed as her sisters slowly brought him into a full passion.
Again he felt Elsia's lips on his ear, and then on his neck her warmth somehow made him feel cold. It was then he noticed that Lendara had fully removed his pants, exposing him to their naked view. Elisa's expert fingers shredded the remainder of his shirt, her hands now raking themselves through his hair, her nail catching every now and then on one of his braids. He could feel her hot breath on his face, yet he could not see hers; so intent was he on Renersa's deep eyes.
Ferdinand bucked upward as Lendara caressed that which his pants had concealed. Yet, he was unable to do anything else, somehow what frustration he should have felt was lost in the confusion of the entire situation. He suddenly wondered if his sister were in heaven, looking down on this, or perhaps she was in Hell, and this was his own torment, sent to him from her.
A naked figure appeared behind Renersa: magic fell upon her exposed white shoulders and pale lips bent to caress her neck. Although unable to see his eyes, Ferdinand could tell the intruder was Jareth. As if reading his mind, the Goblin King looked up and smiled at his latest toy. Suddenly Ferdinand saw through it all, he knew he was only a diversion, but just as suddenly that thought was gone and he was released to act out as he wished to. No longer was Renersa holding him in a thrall, her eyes had been diverted to Jareth and his pleasure.
"You...? Where am I?" He whispered in a hoarse voice.
"In my palace, you had a nasty scratch."
"Scratch," Ferdinand struggled to sit up, "as I remember it Bosola ran me through with a sword, I should be with my sister, in the fires of hell or on the clouds of heaven. I cannot live like this!"
"I did not save you for you to mourn your life, you have no need to worry about such human matters now."
"Human?"
"Yes, my friend, I was above ground, in your courts, as a courtesan."
"I remember you, you were always around…" Ferdinand coughed, laying back down on the soft pillows beneath his head.
"Indeed, you have provided me with an ample diversion."
"Diversion?" The Duke's voice came out in a scratchy breath. He felt he should be on his guard, it was however, difficult to do so when the man speaking to him had obviously put much effort into restoring not only Ferdinand's health, but his life.
"Indeed lad, I am not a courtesan. I far out rank any of your earthly kings. I am lord of the Labyrinth, King of the Goblins."
"And your name sir? I feel I am at a disadvantage."
"Indeed you are, my name is Jareth. Now that you are recovered we shall have a ball."
"A ball?" Ferdinand's eyebrows shot up, amusement and confusion clearly displayed in the gesture.
"Indeed. I believe you shall find all you need in this room, I shall leave you so you can get ready. Someone shall fetch you for the festivities." With that Jareth left in a cloud of magic.
Ferdinand looked around him, slowly getting up, wincing in anticipation of the pain from his wound. He opened his eyes in surprise when he realized there was no pain.
That night Ferdinand was introduced to the court of the Goblin King. He was at first overwhelmed by the decadence of the ball. The masques were all made like fine jewelry. His clothes were richer than any he had seen let alone worn. That said a lot, he was something of a clothing aficionado. He was more than a little surprised that many of the women in attendance wore gowns with only half a bodice. One woman, with hair like a sunset over a desert brushed past him a faint smell of femininity dancing against his nostrils. Her dress a subtle combination of lavender and frost pink was loose to the floor in folds of fabric. It was tight just under the breasts seemingly held by a silver and gold rope. The fabric then, as if it were a stream of water rode up her right shoulder and down her back in a sort of cape. The right breast was constricted by the tightness of the fabric, while the right was exposed, round and pale.
Her mask was crafted finely of a material Ferdinand had never seen before. It subtly changed color with each movement the woman took from ocean blue to meadow green. A ruby was pressed in at either side of the eye whole. The mask itself only covered the area around the woman's eyes, it rested on her face seemingly of its own will. Red lips held in a soft pucker rested underneath.
Ferdinand knew the moment she noticed his attention. Her violet eyes sparked alive and she stalked towards him, the lips curving into an alluring smile, exposing perfectly white teeth. She greeted him in a low husky voice and then leaned in, her hand circling around his and raising it back up. She pressed it to her exposed breast, warm soft flesh pressed underneath Ferdinand's fingers.
Apparently being taken in by the Goblin King had made him quite a celebrity.
"Jareth," the Lady Undula addressed the Goblin King.
"Undula," he bowed deeply and took her hand bestowing a kiss on it.
"I have met your new pet, are you sure it is wise to take him in?"
"Perfectly. What harm could he cause?"
"I am sure his sister thought the same thing."
"Indeed, but she was mortal. What could he do to me? Nothing. It shall be entirely the other way around, I assure you. No, no, I am sure he will serve me well, he proved very entertaining on his world, I am sure he will prove equally so here. Ah, I see he has met the Dunnei sisters." A feral smile passed across his mouth.
Ferdinand found himself surrounded by three exceedingly beautiful women, the other forgotten. The first was Elsia, her hair was red, as if it were the flame itself the Prometheus had sacrificed himself for. Renersa, was smaller in stature than her other two sisters, however her eyes were large and clear, their gray hue sent a thrill through his whole body when the focused intently on him. The last of the sisters, and the youngest, was Lendara, her hair was silver, and her eyes were of a brown that was almost akin to red, they were so rich.
All three woman were dressed in very rich finery. All of them wore a dress similar to the style he had been introduced to earlier.
"My Lord Ferdinand," Elsia whispered in his ear, her sharp pearl white teeth punctuating as they traced his earlobe, "let us go somewhere, more…intimate." Ferdinand inhaled sharply. Renersa and Lendara took each of his hands and pulled him away from the crowd, somehow they knew which room the Goblin King had placed him.
He found himself thrown onto the bed, the three sisters no longer were wearing their extravagant dresses. He scrambled up the bed in haste, trying to escape them. Magic of this caliper made him uneasy, certainly he had suspected the existence of such a thing, but to experience it? He felt frightened and caged in. Renersa bore him down with her eyes, he felt his soul become barred to the world and tried to look away and hide his shames, knowing full well the life he had led made for a spotted soul. Only now did he feel any shame or remorse though. He was unable to ponder this though, as Elsia, ever the predator placed a finely manicured hand on his chest, her nails racking down the front of his exquisite vest, tearing the fabric in their wake. His body slowly began to react to their ministrations.
Lendara had removed his boots and was now crawling her way up to where his trousers were fastened. Her sensual cat like movements caused a fire to stir within, stronger than any other he had ever felt. Renersa still stood there, her eyes forever locked on his face, willing him to remain on the bed as her sisters slowly brought him into a full passion.
Again he felt Elsia's lips on his ear, and then on his neck her warmth somehow made him feel cold. It was then he noticed that Lendara had fully removed his pants, exposing him to their naked view. Elisa's expert fingers shredded the remainder of his shirt, her hands now raking themselves through his hair, her nail catching every now and then on one of his braids. He could feel her hot breath on his face, yet he could not see hers; so intent was he on Renersa's deep eyes.
Ferdinand bucked upward as Lendara caressed that which his pants had concealed. Yet, he was unable to do anything else, somehow what frustration he should have felt was lost in the confusion of the entire situation. He suddenly wondered if his sister were in heaven, looking down on this, or perhaps she was in Hell, and this was his own torment, sent to him from her.
A naked figure appeared behind Renersa: magic fell upon her exposed white shoulders and pale lips bent to caress her neck. Although unable to see his eyes, Ferdinand could tell the intruder was Jareth. As if reading his mind, the Goblin King looked up and smiled at his latest toy. Suddenly Ferdinand saw through it all, he knew he was only a diversion, but just as suddenly that thought was gone and he was released to act out as he wished to. No longer was Renersa holding him in a thrall, her eyes had been diverted to Jareth and his pleasure.