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Mistress Queen
Ch.6- A Wonderfully Perfect Idea
The only force that can overcome an idea and a faith is another and better idea and fait, positively and fearlessly upheld.
-Dorothy Thompson
As I yanked out of the king's grasp, my attention was immediately drawn to the balcony window that overlooked the now setting sun blazing the sky.
I froze for a moment, "It was just early afternoon only moments ago." I gasped. Night was falling quickly and following it was my royal tributary; another evening of lying and surrendering to Jareth.
"Time is different in the Labyrinth," Jareth replied making sure I saw him from out of the corner of my eye, "much different." Angry, frustrated, I turned to meet that triumphant, arrogant, smirk and began to undo the clasp of my top.
"What are you doing?" Jareth smiled. Of course such an action would get his attention. "Saving you the satisfaction of ripping my clothes off." I snapped bitterly,
"Dusk is here, and soon night follows in its path."
"And you know what night brings." He teased running his hands upon my shoulders as I undressed.
Thin silk finally gone, I held my arms out in spun around in parade of disgust.
"You want me this night master? Fine! Who am I to deny you? But be done with it!"
"As tempting as your offer may be princess, I must decline. Join me for dinner instead."
"No!" I shrieked turning away from him again and facing the window; the sun was almost gone now, "You're doing this on purpose!"
The king shrugged, "Maybe or maybe I'm really hungry."
"Not for food I fear." I grumbled.
"Spoken like a true princess" Jareth agreed now standing next to me, watching what remained of the sun set, "I fear your attitude is intensely attractive."
As I looked at the fading light trying to make sense of it, the king's eyes seemed to behold a different view, for his did not question it, only admired.
"Come my Amethyst." He handed me a shire black robe, "Defy me and you'll pay for it later tonight."
"Hmm!" I grabbed the robe forcefully from him and dressed as his eyes watched me. "I'm aloud out I can see," I remarked sarcastically, "a dinning room? What a splendid change of scenery."
The dinning room was lit when we finally took our place at the long dinner table, Jareth at the head and I at his right side. Goblins scurried about with trays of food and suddenly I became extremely ravenous. I watched as they ran about noisily putting out all that was needed to be out in place in praise for their king. When one placed a goblet of wine in front of me, a remarkable idea entered my mind.
"Is this wine or juice?" I asked Jareth.
"Wine," he said, "Calisto wine."
"Really?" I smiled to my self. I remembered Agrea's words-seduce, seduce to gain, to survive. The more I analyzed the theory of seduction, the more Agrea's words made sense, and the first step was confidence above all. Yet somehow I lacked it for I knew of the reluctant reaction I had when Jareth's power was used against mine with pleasure. Like the young girl Hoggle spoke of, I'd have to beat him at his own game, and the only way I'd do that was to seek the Frog Queen herself; she would give me the gift I needed, or so Agrea had said. My plan was simple; get the king trashed drunk on wine and flattery. Sometime during his intoxicated state, he'd spill his secrets, maybe even the location of the Frog Queen or whatever she was.
"Yes, why?" Jareth asked narrowing his eyes at me.
"No reason," I sighed, "it's only my favorite that's all. In the Land of the Light, we would drink these by the tankers."
The king's face softened for a moment, "Is that so? Your country always grew the best, it's my favorite as well."
"Of course," I agreed pouring Jareth a glass, "nothing is more thick or pure." I whispered. I took a sip and slowly licked my lips once I was sure I got his gaze upon my mouth. He smiled, greatly interested, eyebrows raised, but our gaze that spoke a thousand words broke when there was a loud crash with laughter following suit. Of course only Jareth's goblins could and would cause such a scene.
"Damn it!" Jareth stood up, "Quiet!" he yelled at the goblins who fearfully obeyed, "If there is nothing else to be brought out then leave us until I call! Get out now!" And terrified, the creatures ran out of the room and slammed the door behind them.
"Well, well, well," I looked at the door with an artificial amazement. "Wow."
"What is that supposed to mean?" the goblin king asked.
"Oh nothing," I sighed, "I heard of your powers my king, but I never would have imagined having the privilege of see you in action."
This made him smile; I was off to a great start, after all, people love to talk about themselves, flatter them and ask them everything and anything about them as long as they are the subject and you're insistently on their good sides. More wine, more art of conversation, and who knew where I'd be with Jareth? I watched him finish another glass of the Calisto.
"There are two kinds forms power Amethyst," Jareth said, "one in the throne room and one then the bed chambers."
"Really?" I paused pretending to think of this theory for a moment, "I don't believe that is so."
"You don't now?"
"No," I finished my drink and leaned in close to him, "just between you and I master, both types of power are the same." I could feel his breath against my lips and his wanting, his need to kiss me, but instead a spoon of pudding met his mouth in place. He blinked and swallowed the food I fed to him.
"You're a hand full," Jareth laughed.
"Alas we agree on something, finally you admit you were wrong." I told him with an innocent smile, "You didn't break me that night."
"Not yet at least." He said taking another sip.
"Funny is it not?" I asked, "even if you tried your hardest you never will."
"Nor could you." He whispered.
"We will see your majesty."
"Is that a challenge?" he arched an eyebrow, amused.
"It is whatever you wish master." I said.
"Certainly not Amethyst! Whatever you wish my princess, a challenge makes things more interesting anyways."
"Ah! One more thing we agree on!" I laughed
"I do so love watching you ignite into a blazing fire." He said as I let a gloved, leather hand lift my chin, "Perhaps we are making progress."
"I certainly hope not," I whispered moving my lips closer to his, "for then the challenge dies."
The king, as I expected, captured my lips instantly, slow at first and then hungrily as hands are buried in my hair with a tongue that demands a deep entrance which I grant. I giggle in his mouth just before pulling away.
"You're too eager Jareth. We haven't even gotten to the main course."
Much touching and kissing later, it is clear the king is beginning to feel the early effects of the twelve glasses of wine he drowned within an hour. Calisto is strong and tasty and so one cannot feel the affects of it until the eighth drink. Conquering tonight's goal is a very fragile situation and this wine is my favorite so I must watch myself of temptation. Jareth, finding every excuse for doing so, is unable to keep his hands off of me and louder then usual. I'm one step ahead of him as should be and I realize I am only moments away from getting what I want. I can do this, just a few more drinks….
"You make a splendid owl," I laugh, sitting on Jareth's lap arms wrapped around his neck. Perhaps the drink is getting to me? Oh well, more fun…
"Its pure magic," Jareth's hands roam my body and kisses along my neck quickly turn into sucks. Just one more drink…
"Mmm," I moan, "My powers are so weak from a lack of experience."
"That's what I love about you Amethyst," he whispers, "You're so young, so fresh."
I get up and straddle him, then begin to nibble on his ear, "Won't you tell me? How do you master such a disguise?"
"It's all in the crystals. Their in my power alone, unless of course, there is a spell cast upon them," and there it is, the secret is spilled from his perfect mouth, "the trick is concentration. Say your right words; a simple masquerade incantation, nothing more."
Got it!
"Mmm well," I can feel him growing hard from beneath me but I can also tell he is not far from wasted, "that is very interesting," I suck and bite his lower lip playfully to focus his attention away from the realization of the words just spoken, a disguise "Shall we to bed then?"
Instantly Jareth is up and stubbles drunkenly until he leans on me for support. The hour is late as I lead him out of the dinning room and into the bedchamber. Once there I gently lay the king on the bed with kisses, and climb on top of him ripping off his shirt. He switches positions until I'm trapped underneath him and unsuccessfully fiddles with the clasps of my top.
"Damn it!" he cruses out of frustration when the clasp does not come loose.
"I thought you valued such fine garments my king." I laugh.
"Fine garments are beautiful to the eye but hell to get off."
"I thought experienced hands knew how." I teased, "Stop, I'll do it, just shut up and kiss me." When my top is completely gone Jareth looks down at me.
"I've waited for this all night long my lovely slave," he whispered, "you're finally mine." And then he passes out.
"That makes two of us, Master," I say sarcastically, crawling from beneath him.
He'll be out for hours; there will be nothing to worry about. I take silk sheets and cover Jareth with them and for the first time since arriving in the Underground, smile at my self in the mirror, drinking all that remains in the Castilo bottle. Argea was right, her presence is near, for it is almost time to search for the Frog Queen herself, and I could finally smile a truehearted, real, smile again.
Game set, match, Amethyst wins.
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2006