Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, that belongs to the awesome late Jim Henson and awesome still kicking it Brian Froud and the still sexy David Bowie. Thanks guys for such an such a wonderful movie!
Warnings: This story is rated for mild language, some violence, David Bowie's Area, and of course sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. Oh yeah and David Bowie's Area, I mention this twice because there is going to be a lot of it.
Current Music: Modern Love by David Bowie
And as always, a special thanks to my beta, HippieAthena! And to all you for reading this!
Chapter Eight
In God And Man...
Sarah's heart raced under Jareth's smoldering gaze, unable to look away. She gazed back into him, willing all of her passion and love to pour into him. "And I too am yours eternally. This I also vow."
In a flash the two lovers melded their lips together in a soul-searing kiss and embraced each other in one magical moment...
The lovers tangled their hands in the other's hair and their tongues slid and danced against one another in their joined mouths. The sweet smell of the flowers around them mixed with the musk of their aroused and slick bare bodies creating an intoxicating perfume. Sarah wrapped her legs around Jareth's waist, pressing her breasts against his chest without breaking their kiss. She rubbed and undulated against him instinctively, eager for more sensation. Jareth removed a hand from the back of her neck to caress and squeeze one of her breasts. Sarah gasped, breaking the kiss when Jareth was rolling and pinching a rosy pink nipple in his hand. Sarah ran her hands down his chest, mimicking his actions. Jareth purred into her ear, "Lie back for me love. I wish to pleasure you."
Sarah lay down on the soft grass obediently, eager for more of Jareth's touch. He hovered above her, slowing nipping and suckling his way down, stopping at the valley of her breasts. He buried his face between her soft mounds, nuzzling them and gently massaging them with his deft hands. When he took one her hard rosy nipple into his mouth and suckled on her, Sarah gasped at the new and pleasurable sensation. Jareth smiled around her nipple, enjoying the wonderful sounds that his Sarah was making. 'Oh, you precious thing! Just wait until I go further! You will be screaming my name!' Jareth went down further still, his hot wet tongue leaving fiery trails, lapping at her navel and stopped at her dark curls, his breath tickling the delicate skin there. "Spread your legs for me, my love."
Sarah stomach twisted with a wave of anxiety, she knew where his large erection will be going and she had doubts if it will fit inside her. Sarah heard from other gossiping girls at school that the loss of virginity always hurts. Sarah swallowed visibly and stuttered out her concerns. "Jareth? I'm a l-little nervous. I-I heard the first time always hurts. And I'm not so sure that it will fit."
Jareth kissed the skin just above her curls tenderly and chuckled. "It will fit, I can promise you that. Losing your innocence will only hurt if your lover is unskilled and unkind, thankfully I am neither of those, but I will not be taking your maidenhood yet. There is still so much pleasure to be had before the main course. Will you open your legs for me? I promise that this will feel really good. If however I do something that makes you feel uncomfortable, please say so and I will stop. Okay?"
Sarah locked eyes with him, she knew looking into his loving gaze that he would never hurt her. The anxiety in her stomach died down, replaced by anticipation and curious as to what Jareth will do next. Sarah nodded and spread her legs wide open, welcoming Jareth and presenting her most sacred place to him. Jareth knelt before her, bowing his head so that he could position his head comfortably between her soft creamy thighs. He inhaled deeply of her flower's nectar, memorizing the scent of her and held her hips down with his strong hands. He gently parted her soft moist folds with a hot wet tongue, making her jump a little at the strange new feeling. When Jareth's probing tongue found her bundle of nerves, Sarah sharply gasped at the novel sensation of intense pleasure shocking her entire body. He began swirling his tongue around her pearl, shifting occasionally to lapping and suckling and probing her entrance with his tongue. Sarah was panting for breath, and his hand kept her from bucking. Sarah felt like her body was losing control. She felt something begin to coil and build inside of her, almost like a fire.
Jareth was eagerly lapping up the juices his Sarah was spilling, tasting to him like the nectar of the gods. While sucking at her bundle of her nerves, he gently slid his index finger in her dripping wet and unused entrance. 'By the Gods, she's tight! Even with preparation there will still be some pain for her... but oh how heavenly it will feel when she and I are finally joined! I do hope I can spare her any pain, our union should be filled with nothing but pleasure.'
Sarah wiggled at the alien sensation of his finger moving inside of her. 'It's weird but it's a good weird.' She gasped a little when he added another finger and felt them slowly stretching and spreading her opening, preparing her for a much larger object to come. Jareth then hooked his fingers upward and massaged a place inside Sarah that made her moan his name.
Jareth continued to mercilessly tease Sarah's bundle of nerves with his tongue and knead a sensitive place inside her with his fingers. Sarah cries of pleasure reached a crescendo and she was screaming Jareth's name, chanting his name like a mantra. The fire inside her that had built up had soon burst. Sarah thrashed and bucked under the waves of intense ecstasy as her first orgasm ripped through her. Sarah felt a floodgate of what she could only call magic, spill out from her body, both Jareth and the land beneath them were eagerly lapping it up. After a moment she came down from the peaks of ecstasy and looked down at Jareth with awe at the divine experience he had given her. Jareth sat up with a face wet from the juices she spilled all over him. Sarah still laid there on her back panting for breathe. "That was- It was- I don't have any words for that Jareth! Amazing doesn't seem to be enough to describe it!"
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?" Jareth supplied helpfully.
Sarah burst out laughing, "I never pegged you for a Mary Poppins fan."
Jareth moved to lay down on the grass beside her, laughing with her. "My memory may still be a bit buggered up, but I still remember enjoying a good movie. I do recall having put in a theatre, many years ago. The Goblin Kingdom doesn't have much in the way of modern conveniences, but I do have some. If you like maybe we can watch movie sometime, that is if you like old movies, since that's all I got."
Sarah beamed, "Are kidding? I love old movies!"
Jareth returned her smile, and feeling rejuvenated with new energy that Sarah had poured into him. 'I'm not surprised my Sarah's had this much magic in her. A vast ocean of it has gone untouched this whole time and was ready to burst, protesting its disuse. Oh, my precious one, how this king and this land desperately thirsted for you!' Jareth took Sarah in his arms, unable to find a way to convey his gratitude in words. Instead he embraced her, and kissed her passionately.
Sarah eagerly returned Jareth's kiss. When she looked down at his still erect member and realized that he had yet to get the same pleasure that he generously given her. She felt a twinge of guilt as she remembered long ago how he claimed that he had been very generous with her. 'He's very generous and I've done nothing but take. I think its time that I give him something for a change.' Sarah reached down for his erection and guided it toward her. The tip of his painfully erect member just touching her dripping wet entrance.
Jareth gasped with barely strained pleasure and looked down at her with wide startled eyes. "Sarah? Are you sure? If you are not then turn back before it's too late."
Jareth saw her nod, her eyes were steady and sure. Jareth felt the labyrinth around him drink the powerful magic that Sarah had poured out from her ecstasy and was knitting itself together with the life giving energy she had given both of them, even the cancerous vines were retreating back into the bog. Both he and his labyrinth were parched and Sarah was like the life giving rain. Jareth could feel it pulsating with excitement at their impending union, eager to be whole with both a king and a queen. Jareth felt his throbbing length, pressing at her dripping entrance. 'One swift thrust and we are joined permanently. King and queen, husband and wife, our bodies, our hearts and our souls will be joined forever and nothing in the whole of creation, not even death itself, can separate us! Oh how I longed for this! At last I will finally have her! I will finally be one with her!' Jareth shifted their positions so that he was on top of her. Jareth looked into her eyes for any sign of second thoughts. What he saw in her eyes and was the same love and longing to be together her green depths as he poured from his own mismatched ones. "I love you, my Sarah. Always and forever."
"KER-BWOCK!"
The loud squawk of a chicken shattered the intimate moment between the lovers, and they looked up at the source of the romance-killing sound. It was a large rooster with a poofy mane of feathers and wearing a familiar flamboyant outfit. Around its neck was a familiar sickle-shaped pendant, the rooster looked oddly like Jareth. The rooster-Jareth was squawking angrily at them. To Sarah and Jareth's horror, he wasn't alone, Slepnir and Rudolph were also up there, along with dozens of goblins with bags of popcorn. Worse still, one of the goblins had found her camcorder and apparently he knew how to use it. Apparently the goblins had raided the magic sack tied to Slepnir's saddle. Sarah panicked at the sight of red light on her camcorder indicating that it was recording, and she scrambled for something to cover herself. The goblins were hissing and booing at the squawking rooster. "Shut up! Or they'll sees us!"
Rudolph and Slepnir, decided that they had had enough of the protesting poultry. Rudolph lazily snorted a small fireball at the rooster, lighting his tail feathers on fire. After ten seconds of watching the rooster run around like, well a chicken with its head cut off, Slepnir yanked the sickle-shaped pendant off its neck and bucked the clucking poultry off the wall. The goblins cheered and clapped their hands as they watched the fowl doppelganger of Jareth soar off into the distance with a trail of smoke coming from its flaming rear. The goblin with the camcorder, piped up. "Uh guys? I think they sees us and they don't look very happy..."
The cheering died down as one by one the goblins noticed a murderous aura emanating from the Goblin King. The goblins gulped, never had they seen this level of anger from their king before. Their survival instincts kicked in and they scattered like roaches. Sarah's panic rose when she realized the goblin with her camcorder, with the video of her and Jareth doing some heavy petting, had disappeared from her sight. "Jareth! We have to get my camcorder back!"
Jareth realized the effort would be futile, by now copies are being made and sold on the Goblin Black Market. Right now all Jareth wanted to do was make his virgin bride his fully consummated queen. Jareth looked down at his loins, though his spirit was willing, his desire was decidedly deflated. 'I'm going to kill that bloody rooster...' Jareth's thoughts turned murderous, thinking of all the ways he could kill the cocky bastard and serve his fowl carcass on a silver platter. Jareth set his plans for poultry-cide away when he saw his embarrassed lover begin to cry, he knew what his first priority would be. Jareth was long since used to not having any privacy, like animals or children, he couldn't even go to the loo without a tripping over a couple of goblins. Sarah however was not used to it. He pulled Sarah into his arms, trying to soothe her, and showered her with kisses. "The goblins do mean well, love. It's just that their incredible impulse to cause mischief all too often overrides their miniscule sense of tact."
Jareth suddenly had an idea that could distract her from trying to go on a futile quest, 'Just like those postcards of the labyrinth's "national landmark", that video of our union is probably the hottest item. Copies of that video are probably flying off shelves in disreputable shops in the Goblin City right now. Well at least it's a sign that the city is not only still inhabited, but thriving. Perhaps certain traitors are around. I've honestly expected it to become a pile of rubble in my absence.' Jareth cleared his throat, getting Sarah's attention. "Slepnir and Rudolph are still here. Let's go see if the goblins left some extra clothes for us in the sack and look around the city. I need to know how many survived my darker half and those evil weeds. Perhaps your friends still live."
Sarah stopped crying. When friends and the goblins stopped seeing her she had thought at first that something had happened to them, namely Jareth. Then she was starting to think that they forgot her. Now she knows that her first guess could be half right, the angry and malevolent half of Jareth the Goblin King was stuck in the labyrinth for months. There was no guessing what he had done here. The way between her world and the labyrinth had all but been severed. "My friends! They could have been stuck in the labyrinth like you've been stuck in my world. I have to know if they're okay!"
Meanwhile on a white sand tropical beach in Bermuda, Ol' Nick is working on his tan with his elves and watching Toby play in the sand. The gremlins that were dressed as elves were building a sand castle and not making much progress with Toby's goblin-like talent for destroying things. His wife was off getting the two of them Pina Coladas. Usually during spring break is when he and his family take a well deserved break from Christmas, but he could not rest now. Right now the fate of the labyrinth hung in the balance. The generally jolly old man's thoughts were dire. 'Should the labyrinth fall, its destruction would echo across many worlds. The girl Sarah does not know yet how important she is, or how important it is that her union with Jareth is consummated before time runs out.' Santa Clause saw a familiar man sit next to him, an old man with white beard that was even longer than his. He was dressed for the beach they were at; loud Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda shorts, flip flops, and a pair of ray band sunglasses. The other man greeted him, "So what do you see with your all-seeing eye, Odin, All-Father?"
"I haven't been called Odin in a long age, Merlin. You know that I prefer my new name of Santa Claus. That old name of mine opens up old wounds. My wife, Frigg is out getting us drinks, if you wish to speak of the past you had better do so before she returns. The past is too painful for her."
Merlin sighed sadly. "I know. Ragnarok. The final days of the gods. Most people actually think it means 'the end of the world.' I suppose they were on to something, it was an end to a world alright, just not a planet spinning around a giant ball of fire."
Santa scoffed. "It was the end of the world, our world. We had our own guess as to how it would end. Who would have predicted that Ragnarok would come in the form of Christianity?"
"Do you blame Jareth? For his part in the spread of Christianity? For the fall of Asgard?" Merlin asked the once All-Father.
Santa shook his head. "No. It wasn't his fault, it was mine. We, the old gods of Asgard ignored the mortals that believed in us, in favor of our own petty battles. It is no surprise that they chose a more peaceful god in favor of chaotic wrathful gods. The final test of fire sealed our fate and we faded away, no one believed in us anymore. Jareth tried to warn us, he tried to help us. We were still so angry and hurt by the death of Baldr, we didn't believe that Silver-Tongue Loki had changed his ways and wanted to redeem himself. We punished him anyway, for the death of a child, we took all of his and more. Even after what I had done to him, he still helped me. The mortals saw our trickster as their martyr. Funny isn't it? A trickster turned saint. Who would have thought..."
Merlin laughed bitterly. "It would be funny if it weren't so tragic. Centuries ago, before we ended our association, Jareth told me that Baldr's death was not his intention, so he ran. He hid among mortals, disguised as a fisherman named Peter, he never wanted to be found by gods, but one found him anyway. Jareth told me many stories of the humble unkempt carpenter's son that became one his best friends. What hurt Jareth more than the brutal manner in which his friend was executed was how mortals twisted his memory and his teachings. I think the first crusades were when Jareth lost faith in humanity. Before he did, he managed to save you and so many other beings of legend and magic from fading away. He even managed to save many of the Fae, from the goblins to the elves, but at the cost having to pay a tithe to Hel every seven years. I believe he gave you a new identity in the new religion, Saint Nicholas."
The former Odin smiled sadly. "Yes, he saved all of us, I owe him a debt I don't think I'll ever be able to pay. I stuck by his side ever since I found him wandering naked in the wilderness as a wee lad. I raised him as if he was me own blood and kicked his arse when it needed some kicking. After he lost faith in the goodwill of mankind and became that twisted creature, Krampus, he pretty much stayed holed up in his labyrinth for the last few centuries, only coming out occasionally to menace and be a general nuisance. I never lost hope that there was good left in him, I saw it during the big war."
Merlin shuddered with horror at the mere thought of the monster Jareth turned into. "Der Krampus, a creature of nightmares, and a stealer of spoiled children that could not appreciate how good they had it, so it took it all away from them. The worst he gave to his estranged daughter, Hel, she too survived the purge of the old religion. Married some fellow calling himself Lucifer the Morningstar, people often mistake his wife's name for the place of torment that he dwells in. Hel's resent is as strong as ever for her father, she wrongfully blames him for her deformities at birth. But here's the funny part, her husband looks a lot like him. A genuine coincidence, I assure you."
Santa cracked a smile. "Ho ho ho! Jareth always did say that he's tired of mortals summoning him for one reason or another wanting to make a deal with the devil. No matter how much he protests his separate identity, they keep insisting that he is the devil. Eventually he just gave them what they thought they wanted, screwing them over just as effectively as the Devil himself, just so that they would leave him alone. Jareth wanted to stay holed up in his castle beyond the Goblin City and just fade away. He'd kill himself if that were possible, but every time he does die he goes to straight to Hell and his daughter just kicks him out after five minutes of yelling at her dear daddy. Eventually even the goblins had enough of him and kicked him out on his bum into the mortal world. When was that? It was back in the seventies I think, just after the moon landing. He caused a real commotion and took all too far, but boy could he play guitar! Fled back to his Labyrinth and hit his lowest point. Tell me, was it you that brought him back from fading away like so many of my old friends?"
Merlin shook his head, "No, it was the girl, Sarah. I admit I may have had a hand in getting the two to meet that fateful Beltane night in the park a few years ago. I knew when I met the girl that she would be the one that finally heals him. She is his soulmate, I know this, after all Odin All-Father, you are not the only one who can see into the future."
Santa shot him a warning. "Take care, wizard, that you do not meddle too much. Love is the most powerful and the most unpredictable force in all of creation. The girl may never forgive you for how far you've meddled with her life thus far."
Merlin face was one of grim determination. "I know, but I must. Many lives and many worlds are at stake. Taking away one girl's freedom to choose her fate, is a price I am willing to pay. My consolation is that I have done this for the greater good and that in the end she will accept and be happy with the fate I have chosen for her. I must go, she will learn the truth soon and she will try to run from her fate."
The wizard Merlin stood up, his joints cracked and creaked with extreme age. Santa suddenly grabbed his arm, his voice serious. "You asked what I see with my eye? I see that should you fail to get Sarah to accept this fate you chose for her, Merlin, I will have no choice but to intercede. There is no undoing what you did and there is no going back to an ordinary mortal life for her. If Jareth and the Labyrinth die, ending her life will be much kinder then letting her live the nightmare that would await her. Understand? Now go. My beloved Frigg returns with our Pina Coladas."
Merlin nodded at the war god turned peaceful toymaker and disappeared in a shower of glitter. Santa Claus lay back down and felt his wife push a cold tall glass in his hand. He took a sip of the refreshing sweet drink and sighed contentedly. He heard his wife speak up, "Is Merlin going already? I hear the limbo contest is starting soon, a pity, I thought he wanted to enter it."
Santa pulled his wife into his arms and gave her a loving kiss. "That was for the drink, my dearest. As for Merlin, he unfortunately had business he had to attend to. As for us, what say you and I enter that limbo contest. Today I'm feeling a little more limber. Come everyone! Limbo! Ho ho ho!"
Santa Claus laughed, his belly jiggling like a bowl full of jello, taking a moment to forget his bloody past littered with tragedies. He led his happy wife, his merry elves, and a giggling Toby to the limbo contest. He drank deep of his drink, letting the alcohol help him forget that the lives of everyone here depended on a sixteen year old girl.
Farther inland and far from Bermuda, Robert Williams and his wife, Karen were in a hospital room with an old woman with steely gray hair and brown leathery skin. It was Mr. Williams's mother, Granny Williams. They were all discussing their concerns about Sarah. Karen was fidgeting nervously, worried for her stepdaughter. "I thought things were getting better. Sarah and Toby have finally bonded and she loves spending time with her brother. She does such a wonderful job looking after him, but last night heard Sarah in her room talking to someone who isn't there and it isn't the first time either! I thought she was getting better since she hasn't done it for months, not since Christmas. Now she's got this imaginary boyfriend, named Jareth!"
Granny Williams' ears perked up and smiled slyly. "Oh has Sarah got herself a beau? Bout time too!"
Mr. Williams sighed, "Mom! She doesn't have a 'beau', he's imaginary! Sarah hasn't made any friends, she not dating anyone, she's having problems in school, and on top of everything else, she's hallucinating! This is a serious problem, I think we need to seek professional help."
Granny Williams scoffed. "Bah! Sarah's fine and she ain't crazy neither! You're just blind! I guess the family gift skipped over you, son. You never could see the little people she always danced with nor could you see the king of the little people always watching. She's special in a way that you don't understand."
Mr. Williams rolled his eyes. "Mom, there are no such things as spirits or little people, or raven mockers, or horned serpents, or even magic! Sarah needs help from modern medicine not ancient nonsense."
The old woman inhaled sharply and shot her son a warning glare. "You best not tempt fate, son. The spirits, can and will bite you on your little rump. I raised you better than that! You should be proud of your heritage, we come from a long line of holy men and women. White man's medicine can patch up a leg real good, but it ain't no good at patching up a soul. Bringing Sarah to her Granny will do her more good."
Karen sensed the tension build between her husband and her mother-in-law. So she chose to step in before the fighting got worse. "Robert, Mom, lets not argue. For Sarah's sake. We'll try to find a psychologist or something that makes home visits, and we'll have her visit her Granny more. I'm not about rule out anything that might help her."
The tension in the room dissipated and grim silence fell. It was Mr. Williams who spoke first. His voice cracked a little and his eyes were starting mist. "I'm sorry mom, what I said was uncalled for. I'm just scared for my little pumpkin. All I know is that there's something inexplicably wrong with her and I don't know what to do. Mom if there's something you think you can do to help her, please help."
Granny Williams pulled her son into a hug. "It's okay, son, everything's gonna be fine. What do you say we find a head doctor that doesn't tick me off?"
Mr. Williams cracked a grin. "Thanks Mom. Oh and how about we surprise Sarah with a visit from her granny?"
In the Goblin City news had spread quickly of the return of the king. Almost all of its citizens were gathered in a cathedral filled with images and statues of their tight-pants wearing king. They were discussing the most exciting thing to happen in all of the labyrinth since Jareth had declared that every fry-day, which comes after stirs-day and before bat-turd-day, will be mandatory disco dancing night. On a raised platform in the ambulatory of the cathedral stood an ancient wizened goblin dressed in obnoxious multicolored robes and what looked like the pope's hat, save it had their kings face imprinted on it. He was standing front of a movie screen. The wizened goblin called for silence and ceremoniously handed a video tape to gremlin. "Let us praise the brave goblin that did bring us this tape. Our king has indeed returned with the girl-who-ate-the-peach and made her our new queen. By the ancient right of snogging and snoodling in front of twenty-seven witnesses including the goblin king's first born heir-apparently-a-horse. The Lady is now our Goblin Queen and new caretaker of the most sacred Area, and beloved landmark. Now let us watch the auspicious tape and behold our land's new sacred landmarks that have now been named: The Jiggling Mountains and The Secret Tunnel! Please visit the gift shop after the show for new postcards!"
Numerous creatures all cheered as the show started. In the back was young troll with ginger fur, a terrier with one eye in dress of a knight, and a grumpy dwarf with a red hat and plastic bracelet. Ludo, Sir Didymus, and Hoggle watched in shocked silence as they finally saw their friend for the first time in months in the throes of passion with the tyrannical monarch they helped overthrow. It was Hoggle who broke the awkward silence. "Well, at least that fowl cocky bastard, what's his name, ain't in charge no more. What with Jareth back and all..."
Ludo growled angrily, "Ludo hate chicken."
Sir Didymus harrumphed. "I agree my brother, he was indeed a coward! I am glad to have our old king back and with our own lady Sarah at his side as queen, things will be even better! Here's to the end of the short reign of the king of chickens A' La!"
Author's Note: Yes, I want to kill that chicken too. Yes, its name is Chicken A' La king, bad pun I know, you can blame his reign on a sloppy goblin democracy and mistaken identity. Look up polish chickens, the resemblance to our favorite Goblin King is uncanny. Jareth will get laid... eventually. But at least we find out a little more about Jareth! Yes, I am a bit of a mythology buff, you'll notice that I've blended different myths from all around the world. I'm not going to go heavily into the fae or the sidhe or Oberon's court since that has been done to death in other Labyrinth fanfics.