Return to The Labyrinth (CLOSED)

[Sweetp4u]

This is closed for myself and Ravenloft

IC:

The house was silent now, the mourners having come and gone for the last three days it seemed as if it would never settle. At twenty seven, Sarah hadn’t changed all that much from the high school grad that had left nine years previously to the woman now, standing in the middle of her old bedroom.

She’d wanted to come back home a few times, but real life and her ex-husband had kept her busy… She never thought she’d be coming back for this reason so soon, her father’s funeral. It still hadn’t quite sunk in, that he was gone forever, and she couldn’t help feeling something more was coming at her yet still.

After all it was her step mother who said, “Terrible things always seem to come in threes.” As if a divorce and death weren’t bad enough, why would she predict something so heinous? Perhaps Sarah and Irene hadn’t ever saw eye to eye on things but the last thing she needed right now was her step mother poking more salt into her wounds.

When she wasn’t thinking of her father and those memories, she was trying not to think of the divorce that had left her about the same as before she married… Childless and broke. Standing center, her old bedroom loomed around her as if it were shrine. Fairy tales, day dreams and impossible realities were all here within these walls.

Jareth..

No one ever measured up to him, never could in her mind. “A fictional character from the wild untamed mind of an adolescent teenager.”, or so the shrink had told her, her father and anyone else who asked about Sarah’s wild ramblings about Goblins and Jareth. She hadn’t known it then, but she knew it now as an adult, just what she had wanted…

“He never could bring himself to change it.” Irene said from the door way, wrapping a shawl tighter around herself as she too looked around the fairy princess toy store bedroom. Resentment was there, although Irene tried her best to hide it. She’d wanted a fancy guest bedroom for her family to stay in, instead it had remained Sarah’s room…

”Should she ever need it, I want her to feel like this will always be her home.” He’d hugged Irene, kissing her temple before wandering back towards the living room for some late night with Letterman.

Sarah tried to smile, but words just didn’t seem to be there for her lately, it was just so hard to speak of happier things and lost loves. It was hard seeing dad that way and knowing he would be forever in the ground, not at home. Hard still to see Toby, happily married with a Toby Junior just down the hall. Bright blue eyes and cherub cheeked, he looked so much like his father. Jealousy twinged sharply within her heart, but she’d never admit to that, or the need to also have a child. And so she put on a happy face for Toby and Junior, and for the guests, her step mother and her self.

Eyes scanned her old room, the four poster bed and eyelet lace spread with mystical fairies her grandmother had lovingly stitched into it for Sarah’s sweet sixteen all those years ago. The shelves of books, plays and binders from school days of drama class all lined up neatly in a row should she choose to walk further down memory lane.

”I really miss those days..” Her lip trembled but she refused to let more tears fall. Regrets were many, she admitted to herself as her eyes fell to the goblin king’s miniature resting on her vanity. A small chuckle escaped, that had been one really awesome dream!

Speaking of.. “Where is Lancelot?” He should’ve been here in her room, replaced before Toby senior started teething. Moving to her closet, she opened the door wide and looked around. A faint smile as costumes and prom dresses fluttered before her, it had been…

Thought incomplete, she hunted through the mound of toys on the floor and found nothing. Searching the dresser top, the corner net and her bed spread yielded, yet again, no Lancelot.

“I just…” Hadn’t she seen him earlier? She could’ve sworn he was sitting on her pillow. Really this was a bit childish to be hunting down her teddy bear, but her dad had given it to her … It wasn’t a mere toy, but a connection to the man she missed terribly…

“Don’t be silly Sarah, it’s just a bear.. and he couldn’t have walked very far… being stuffed..” Again she looked under the bed, over to the rocking chair and along the shelves still no sign of him anywhere.

Across the hall she heard the baby monitor crackle on, a soft crying coming through.

“Misty?” She called out for Toby’s wife and mother… Wrap your mind around that one, who named their kids juniors anyway? People who much like to be confused, if you asked her opinion on the matter. Silent, waiting for confirmation that Misty had heard her, she knelt there. A few more cries came and no soothing voice through seemed to be happening.

“Damn it.” Her knees were aching, toes tingling from kneeling there for so long, but it was apparent that there were no other adults up stairs but her. She really hated herself for her hesitance, it was her step-nephew after all in there bawling his little eyes out. Teething if she recalled hearing right at the dinner table… So why weren’t the perfect parents anywhere near by for him?

She got up, reluctant to go but making herself do it. It wasn’t fair of her to blame the babe for her short comings and childless marriage. She so badly wanted to make her father a grandfather as he teased every time they got together for these family ‘adventures’. Toby had done it on his wedding night… “Oh.. yay…” Sarcasm dripped from her mouth as she stepped inside Toby’s old nursery to eye the crib and squaller.

“Alright Toby, that’s enough.” She moved to the bed, noticing one angry red little face and one very wet Lancelot. Déjà Vu anyone? “Figures! Just figures.” Angry tears wet her cheeks as she picked up the sour milk scented bear in one hand and then Junior.

She tried patting his back, but he grew angrier and squirmed enough to tangle into her hair, pulling a good hand full out at the root.

“Damn it!” Her tension mounted as the pain throbbed at the base of her neck. “I forgot..” It didn’t matter that she’d forgotten her long hair, she now had to rescue the squealer’s tiny fingers from her strands of hair, which was proving to be a challenge. Dropping Lancelot to get a better hold on the boy, she stepped wrong and nearly tripped over the damn bear.

As if it couldn’t get any worse that this, he then chose to spit up all over her shirt front. “Where the hell is everyone!?” Feeling near tears herself and just wanting to go to bed she snapped at the baby to be silent. Her frustration kept climbing and that’s when the dream came back and junior was held away from her as he continued to cry, squirm and her headache grew worse.

”Jareth, the King of Goblins.” That dream had been something wonderful, a place within her mind she had never wanted to leave but had chosen too for the good of Toby. Or so she told herself…

“Goblin King..” The words came softly, but quickly as she tried to remember them, “Goblin King, where ever you may be.” Brows furrowed and junior was laid back down into his crib. She’d been good in that play, been a star. “Take this child of mine, far away from me..” Pausing, she shut off the light and felt lightened from her grief. “Ha, get that! I remembered!” She had forgotten what it was like, to be young and innocent and full of dreams. To not have worries, bills and responsibilities.. And Jareth, a man of her wildest dreams.. Well teenage day dreams, but although she had been naive in the ways of men and women, he had been so gorgeous.

Junior interrupted her happy moment, screaming even louder, and more pissed off than ever before. Seeing just where she’d left Lancelot and that fact she’d stepped on his face, she stalked back inside the nursery, snatching up her bear and then she stopped. A small sound, a whimper really but the broken button eye captured her attention.

“I wish..” Her fingers traced over the plastic piece, sadness welling up inside at the senseless destruction carelessness had caused. “I wish the goblin King would take you away… Right now!” She stormed out, door shutting hard behind her on her way back towards her bedroom. Lancelot had made it through so many years, and now look at him? What right did they have in her room to begin with?! Messing in her things like that!

It wasn’t right away, thought she would’ve like to tell someone it had been, that she noticed Junior had stopped crying. Stomach in knots, knowing that it wasn’t really happening to her again… but some sick part of her hoped it were. She stood once more center of her room, this time her window was open and the wind was blowing them inward… And just outside, some where in the inky dark she couldn’t quite see through, the screech of an owl sounded.

 

[Ravenloft]

The shrieks grew louder by the second until flits of fitful movement at the window caught Sara's eye. Dusty white wings battered at the glass as a round blue eye peered in. Catching the latch of the window with a clawed foot, the owl unhooked it with ease. Pushing through and into the room with another shriek as it dived toward Sara's head, buzzing past her in a flurry of action, leaving her to duck and fling her arms over her head.

Then... There was silence again, not a peaceful sort though, but an eerie sort that sent sent shivers down Sara's spine as she found herself cloaked within the shadow of a tall cloaked figure. The scent of exotic spice and incense whafted in the air as shimmering motes of dust fell about them, a tactile presence of the magick that now imbued the room.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sarah Williams

Thunder crashed followed swiftly by the strike of lightening not too far from the house. Temporarily blinded, she barely blinked through the spots to see a great white owl diving around above her head.

"Oh shit!" She ducked, covering her head and hunching to protect herself as she scrambled towards the corner of her room. It was a good thing her step mother wasn't around to hear her swearing, even though she was an adult now it didn't stop Irene from being displeased.

"Foul language is a sign of ignorance, and we know you're not stupid Sarah." No, she wasn't stupid, but she hated that god awful lecture anyway... Besides, now and then a good swear word was applicable. Irene hadn't been married to her Ex.

"How did you get....... " She paused, the bird having vanished and before her stood someone who shouldn't be standing there. "In here.."

Jareth!

Every tiny particle of her body hummed in awareness, so much so that her scalp fairly crawled with pleasurable little tingles that spread down her neck, to her spine and carried throughout her body.

"Jareth? But.. How did you.." While her mind said he wasn't real, the shrink her parents had paid for confirmed that... Hadn't he? Her heart raced, her blood seemed to thicken and slow to a slow, hot crawl through her system. this man before her was The Goblin King!

A little insanity tickled the back of her mind, the thought that she'd truly lost her mind with her loss of her father tormented in the back of her mind. A breathless giggle came, and she dipped in a deep bow, "It's not every day a mere mortal is graced with the presence of the Goblin King, Jareth... What brings you to my door?" She could play along with this hallucination, what harm would it do her? Besides, he was just so damned sexy!

 

[Ravenloft]

*Tch, tch, tch.* Jareth clicked as he tilted his head, his hands on his hips, legs slightly parted, giving Sarah a little frown. "You know very well what has brought me to you, Sarah. You called me, and I have answered." He chided her as his frown melted away, leaving his in a thin masculine line. His mismatched eyes drew in her form, and he began to smirk. "You have grown since our last... Time together."

She hadn't noticed until she felt the warmth of his breath upon her brow, but Jareth had slowly drawn closer to her as he spoke. "But your eyes... They are so sad..." He whispered as he moved his gloved hand to caress Sarah's arm and lowered his lips ever closer toward her forehead. "Tell me you're sorrow, that I may make it go away..."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sarah Williams

He's real.

Her heart stammered, her palms began to sweat as a tremor of relief passed through her.

She hadn't been insane!

"That was..." She had to do the math in her head and count, "Twelve years ago, Jareth." Everything said, and done.. It came crashing back over her, the fact that she wasn't insane and imagining him; that he did indeed exist!

Which meant he was here, in her bedrooom! In the living flesh! So many things came and quickly went, vanished as she paled with realization of just what she had done.

"No." She shook her head, eyes wide as she slid back a few steps from his welcoming arms, eyes. "No, you can't." They'd been through this before though, hadn't they? Same song, same dance and in the end.. He'd gotten what he'd come for, what she'd called on him to do!

 

[Ravenloft]

"It's done already. You said the words Sarah." Jareth sighed with a disappointed frown. "I've done as you asked..." His eyes showed brightly as his form was back lit by the light from the hall outside her room. "I've brought you a gift Sarah..." Jareth began, producing a very familiar crystal orb. "If you turn it this way, you can see your greatest desire..." As she tried to look into it Jareth pulled it away. "But this is not a gift for a sad, lonely woman..."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sarah

Her eyes traveled over his form, it was remarkable how he hadn't changed in all the years. His eyes seemed to bore into her, trying to reveal her soul in their intensity, to see the real her beneath those layers.

She hated that, and loved it all at the same time.

"I want Toby back." She knew the words, he knew she did as well. So why wasn't she speaking them and ending this before it had even begun? Indecision danced within her eyes, holding his steadily so that he too could read the turmoil inside.

She ignored his comments, his baiting of her. He knew she was curious of him, of everything. Surely her adventerous nature hadn't vanished so completely not to seek more?

It was what he appeared to be hoping as he dangled the ball before her eyes. Yes, she tried to look within, she wanted to see her greatest desires as much as the next woman would long to know the truth.

But she wasn't a naive little girl any more, she was a grown woman with needs and few dreams. She wanted more, so much more..

"What do you want Jareth? What can we trade?" She tried not to look to the orb, afraid what she might see now that she was choosing Toby junior over the real thing she craved the most.

 

[Ravenloft]

There was a twinkle in Jareth's eyes as his lips twitched into a thin smirk. "What do you have to offer me that I could want?" Jareth said softly as he calmly rolled the crystal sphere about his hand with practiced ease. "A child of your own perhaps?" It was a calculated question, he knew the truth. The fleeting look of pain in her eyes confirmed it. "Ah, I see..." He looked as though he would say more, but fell silent as he lifted the crystal orb up between them, giving her another chance to look within it, this time she saw it, her desire...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sarah

In a darkened room, the light drew her eye away from his hawkish features and smirking lips to the bright ball within his palm. It spun and spun, rolling around his fingers between them, quicker and quicker until he stopped it and held it before her.

Captivated, she could hardly turn away... Not when her heart so longed to see what she really desired! At first she saw nothing more than swirling mists, but slowly it parted. Brows drew together, she slid forward and bent to peer closely, hoping it was something good she desired.

There she stood, her hair a bit longer as it brushed at the waist of her white night gown. Wild eyes stared back at her, from her own face and a smile unlike she'd ever seen before, and certainly nothing familiar caressed her face before.

"I don't unders-" Her words tumbled to a halt, eyes widening as the white silken gown shifted in a faint breeze, pressing to her body to reveal a very pregnant Sarah.

Gasping, she moved even closer, her hands coming up to cup Jareth's, pulling the orb yet closer.

Vision Sarah turned her head, looking up and over her shoulder as Jareth stepped forward through the fog to wrap his arms and hands around her body, to rest over the swell of her belly.

"I.." What could she say? God, was HE seeing this?!

The vision, so life like it tugged at her in a way that nothing had in a long damned time. Her desired Jareth bent down, his mouth caressing along her throat as she reached behind her to thread into his hair, cupping his head to her as he rubbed in slow lazy circles over the swollen belly. She felt the heat pool in her very real body and felt even more shocked at the implication this vision was... her wildest dreams and desires?

"I! That's not!?" She staggered back, pushing the orb down and away from her face. She had no desire to birth goblins! She wanted a handsome baby boy, who looked like his father but had her mouth. Not .. warts and..

The idea made her shiver, because she should've been repulsed by it, not entranced by the look Jareth gave her from the center of her childhood bedroom.

 

[Ravenloft]

"That was... Interesting..." Jareth whispered, having witnessed the scene as well. "Sarah, I can give you anything you could ever want... Even a child. Just fear me, love me, let me rule you, and I will be your slave." He came to kneel before her where she had sat at the foot of her bed. He reached out to her, his silk gloved hand resting warmly, entirely to warmly upon her weakened knee. "You would never want for anything... I can satisfy every one of your fantasies... You know I can."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sarah

She looked where his hands rested, reaching but yet not touching her hands. He wanted to, he wanted to touch her and she could hear that in his voice as he spoke his promises. And now she knew just how much she wanted him, and his touch to caress all of her.

Rule her? She wanted the same thing, unashamed of that knowledge that she cradled to her shattered heart for courage of what she had to do now. She did fear him, but it excited her at the same time... How warped was she?! Her eyes fell closed as her pulse leapt wildly, she could almost feel the ebb and flow of her own blood as it moved to all those sweet spots of her body.

"You would never want for anything... I can satisfy every one of your fantasies... You know I can." The huskiness in his tone, it told her just how much he had seen.. as if his declaration wasn't enough to give testament.

"I can't.." She felt her face crumple, the sorrow well up from down deep in her heart of hearts. "I can't!" She sobbed and scrambled away from him and his touch, fighting to not unleash those tears and not let the raw need of him sing from her lips.

"I want...." I want you!... I need you, Oh so much Jareth! her mouth watered as those words screamed through her head, her heart trying to force her brain into compliance and utter that aloud... "Be selfish! Just this one time Sarah!? Please?!"

"Muh... My .." She inhaled sharp and deep, regaining control and her timid grip on reality, "I want my nephew, Jareth."

So utter the god! damned! words!! Mockingly it laughed at her, within her mind. That wee voice mocked her in a sing song little kiddy toon dance type way, "You have no power over me... You! have no, can't get no! Power over ME!" Her lips quivered and her eyes wept a single tear, but she brushed it off and away, both the voice and the tear.

She'd won.. for now at least...

"Return him to me, Jareth." She spoke, her voice small at first as it were filled with sadness, but it gained some firmness to it towards the end. She would put aside her selfishness that sent Toby Junior away in the first place, didn't she always give up what she wanted most in the end?

 

[Ravenloft]

"You know very well that I can't Sarah. You must make your way through the goblin city to my castle if you wish to find him, or in thirteen hours, he'll be mine." There was a look of deep longing in Jareth's eyes as he recited his part, turning away to sweep his hand in a gesture toward the panorama of his kingdom. He turned back to face her, a look of sour disapointment on his face. "Go back Sarah, go back before it is too late."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sarah Williams

It was comical to see had anyone been around to notice the way Sarah just rolled her eyes.

"If I'm having this dream all over again, can't we skip the same old song and dance?" She asked no one in particular.

Her dream version of Jareth looked as if he wished to say more, but merely spun, shrank and melted down to the floor, then vanished completely as if he’d never been.. But that happens in dreams, right?

"Ok, Umm.. I really need to wake up now?" She called out; she didn't like this dream any more. She'd been down this road before; she had spent years in therapy because of this very dream and factious man!

She ignored the lack of sound, ignored the lack of anything really. She stripped down in her small bathroom. It wasn't much more than a shower closet, but it was enough. She washed, rinsed and shaved. Tired but routine was a key thing in her life now.. "Not like back then." Whimsical sigh as she rinsed yet again, brushed her teeth in the shower and finally crawled out to dry off and then much needed sleep.

She dressed herself in a rather matronly looking white night gown that came down like a sack from shoulder to knees, but it was comfortable.. So she had kept it, like she'd kept many things in her life for her comfort.

She tried to sleep, willing the silence to stop being so silent. It seemed the clock would tick and it'd tock, and it would grow louder and sometimes it would be softer but it never ceased!

She must've fallen asleep because the hour was chiming just after one in the morning. So what had woke her? She'd been dreaming again, she remembered that much. Dancing with Jareth here in her bedroom. She'd seen his hands on her, felt them as their child had kicked within her body and the remnants of pleasure still tingled over her body. A shiver passed down her spine as blurry eyes picked out the bits and pieces of her bedroom. It was empty though?

"What the...." Tossing back the hand stitched bedding, she gingerly put her feet to the wood floor, glad it wasn't too cold as she slid out and upright. It was gone, the doorway to the hall.. As if her eyes might be lying to her, she reached out to touch solid wall, feeling along and finding no hidden seams or knobs.

As was her dresser and her vanity table were also missing. The rocking chair was empty of stuffed animals but it was the large oak framed oval mirror that caught her attention. It reflected a bit of light and sparkle that wasn't really in her room, her bedroom was almost black at this hour...

"Hello?" She took a cautious step forward, but heard nothing and seen no one. "Another dream.." A faint smile as she visibly relaxed her tense body. "Ug! This is getting to be a bad habit with me.." She chuckled and advanced to the mirror, reaching out to straighten it, she stared at herself in the mirror. She stood facing it, but found the frumpy night gown wasn’t that flattered at this angle, and so she shifted sideways, pushing out her ass to see how it filled out the back of the gown. Fingers toyed with a strand of her long brown hair, twirling it around and around as she chewed her bottom lip at the corner. Perhaps she should consider something more sensual to sleep in than this? I might improve her life a little to feel sexy now and then, even if she was sleeping alone.

Jareth.. Her heart sighed.

 

[Ravenloft]

It was then she noticed her eyes in the mirror. Something was not quite right about them, as they were half lidded and her own were wide open. Drawing back with a gasp as she drew her hands up to her chest, her image approximated the gesture, but instead of surprise, the mirror self drew her hands sensually over her breasts, biting her lip as she did.

Sarah watched in stunned silence as her image no longer followed suit with her, but began to undo the top of her gown to explore her body more intimately. The sound of the old grandfather clock filled Sarah's ears as it took on a sort of thrumming, like the rush of the hot blood through her veins. Her image began to draw the gown up along her hip, bringing the hem up to her thigh as her other hand slid into the darkness between her legs. Heat and moisture pooled between Sarah's own as she continued to watch, unable to tear herself away from the vision.

Then the mirror image of Sarah lifted her hands and reached out toward her counterpart, breaking through the surface of the mirror as though it were water. Her hands glittering like magick as they drew upon Sarah's, warm and soft with life as they pushed her hands aside so that they could firmly caress the real Sarah's breasts through the gown.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sarah Williams

"Oh my... gosh!" Sarah's eyes widened even further as heat spread over in, into her. She simply could not catch her breath, staring widely at the exact replica of herself as she came through the mirror.

"I..." It was hard to concentrate, the silvery hands were making quick work of her buttons, opening them up to reveal sarah's fuller breasts and darker nipples. "Who are you?" She managed to get, her hands gripped the edge of the mirror frame to steady herself.

Her stomach summersaulted, thighs clenched together as if that might relieve some of the growing pressure down there. The mirror image merely smiled in a very, very knowing way and cupped both of Sarah's breasts to squeeze even more intimately.

Was she seducing herself? She was no stranger to playing with herself, but this really gave that meaning a whole new perspective. Catching up her bottom lip between her teeth, her hands tightened on the frame as she stepped closer to it... to those welcoming, erotic hands.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lifting her eyes, the doppleganger transfixed Sarah with them, parting her lips with a hungry sigh. She caressed and pinched her double's nipples in the same arousing way she had when left alone and frustrated in her cold, empty bedroom.

Mirror Sarah seemed to know her body with great intimacy as she left off her breasts, her hand following the tingle of pleasure that went directly to her moist sex. She watched her doubles face closely as she eased her hand between her clenched legs. Her slender soft fingers found the source of Sarah's heat and stoked it with practiced ease.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sarah Williams

Depraved…

More like deprived! Sucking in air, she felt her knees threaten to give as those soft gentle fingers probed between her thighs. Flicking and rubbing, she could feel them coat quickly with her own juices as her body welcomed the invasion.

Who are you!? What are you!? Surely this was not a mere reflection of herself, this wild woman was nothing like her! She may have Sarah’s face, but she was not the same soul or a reflection there of…

"I'm you, the you that you won't let yourself be." It caressed her mind, so soft yet that voice was purring with pleasure at the same time. Identical eyes bored, daring her to refute the evidence that dripped copiously from her curved thrusting tips.

Red fingertips gripped the mirror in desperation to remain up, trying to believe she would push the mirror away in a moment… She just needed to get some self control again, to stop this wanton behavior in a dignified way.

Yeah, right!

“A mirror me?” A chuckle came, more hysteric than amused at the idea of having a ‘mini me’ of her own.
“Oh god!” Sarah gasped, knees giving out as she sank like a practiced dancer to the floor. “It aches…” She bemoaned her plight as she bent at the waist, hand slapping carpet behind her to hold the arch of her body.

“I know.” Mirror me replied as she followed Sarah down to the floor, her body coming further out of the mirror.

On her knees, her white matronly nightgown lay hiked up and laid over her hips, her bare sex on full display as the reflection continued to touch and caress. Knees she sat on, spread further as her hips arched and ass clenched to lift up and bare more of herself to that growing hunger for more penetration.

“Mir… Miraaaaah, Oh my god!” Her hand grabbed the pale wrist, telling herself to push it away but instead pulling it further into her clutching sheath. “We must stop this!” Teeth clenched together, nostrils flared as her own scent began to fill the bedroom and remind her of just how horrible she was behaving.

“Mira!?” She had no idea what she wanted or was going to ask, she simply could not stop the dip and sway of her hips, much to her dismay… Hell, she didn’t even like women!

 

[Ravenloft]

Mira's free hand caressed along Sarah's hip, gently guiding her to lay back, into a much more comfortable position. She came almost completely out of the mirror as her slender, silky fingers strummed within Sarah, bringing her to the razors edge of release. She slunk her way up to kiss and nip at her breasts before gingerly suckling upon her nipples. The only part of Mira that still remained within the mirror was a single toe.

"I'm with you Sarah, I know you well, I know your smell. I breath you in and I know you know me." Mira whispered hotly against Sarah's breast.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sarah Williams

Vaguely she recalled moving, being coaxed into position and lain out as if she were on display. Her night gown bunched just under her breasts, but parted so they all but hung out anyway. It was a useless item, but neither stopped to relieve her of it.

Mira followed her, pressing her body to Sarah’s as they moved in unison. Whisper soft moans, groaning whimpers torn from her trembling lips as the heated cavern of Mira’s mouth descended over Sarah’s nipple to suckle.

“Please!?” This was madness! She had to be going insane, grief driven hallucinations and sexual deprivation since her divorce two years ago.. That had to be what fueled this wanton crazy lesbian self loving fantasy!? … Right?

What did she want anyway? And why was she asking Mira? Why not take what she wanted, shut up for once and just simply enjoy it?

She lost the ability to think as that hot sucking mouth fell onto her breast, nipping and biting at it, smoothing that sting away with the flick of Mira’s tongue. Hands moved, positioned and lifted Mira to hover over her, but at the same time resting atop Sarah.

“Oh! Oh!” A vein popped out on her forehead, her neck straining as her body arched and stretched, muscles tightened here and there as that drugging sensual haze stole over her. “H-harder.. Please!” tongue darting out to wet her lower lip, their eyes locked on as Mira slid a third finger into the spread honeyed center of Sarah.

“Oooooh Yeah.. Like that, just. Like. That!” Her hips jerked, body heaving upwards as Mira found her sweet spot and pressed into it. It was then her eyes opened, seeking once more confirmation that what was happening to her was in fact very real…

Wet fingers kept thrusting, Mira’s mouth came down to mash fiercely to Sarah’s. Her tongue invading as her fingers were, she watched Sarah with an almost evil knowing, sensual gaze.

It couldn’t be helped, her orgasm was coming like a freight train with no breaks. Bucking hard, she pressed her pelvis hard into Mira’s cupped palm, mashing that small bloated button against the meaty edge.. Caught up in it, gut tightening to near an unbearable state, she caught sight of something odd..

Mira was melting into her, quite literally.

“FUCKING CHRIST!” Spittle splattered from her lips, hitting her chin and Mira’s lips as well. Her face a mask of pure pleasure, yet tormented pain as she realized that this mirror image was trying to take over her body! She jerked hard, muscles collapsing and twitching but the fear halted her orgasm instantly!

“What the hell are you doing?!” Panting with quickly diminishing lust, now laced with fear and anger, the back of her hand came up quickly to wipe away the saliva that was itching on her chin.

 

[Ravenloft]

Mira sat back, startled by Sarah terrified shriek. Gathering her wits, Mira glanced down to see she had broken free of the mirror. That made her smile, but the fearful and angry look she go from Sarah disappointed her. She swept the long brown hair dusted with silvery sparkles out of her face and pursed her lips before fixing her eyes upon Sarah.

"I think you know damn well what I was doing. You were nearly there... I don't think you've ever been quite so close to accepting me." Mira's brow tightened in annoyance. "What's your problem anyway? Don't you like sex? I'm begining to wonder if Michael was right. If you're just too damn hard to please. Oh, don't give me that look, please. I'm not about to give up on you Sarah, even if you can't or won't accept me. Thanks for the name by the way... Mira... I kinda like it, don't you?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sarah

Outraged by the snooty tone of Mira, her hand balled into a tight fist as if to strike Mira. Hell, she sure as hell asked for a good slap with remarks like that, but Sarah knew Mira was avoiding the real answer!

"Fuck off." She snapped out, tumbling to her side, then to her feet, Sara got up from the floor and quickly let her nightgown fall back into place. Her face was flaming red hot, embarrassment was only partially to blame as the most of it rested on Mira's shoulders!

"So indecent! And.. " Words failed her, which was a good thing she fell silent as it allowed her to hear the rumble and whine of something moving just on the other side of the wall.

Oh shit! She quickly jumped back from the wall, "I'd move if I was you Miss know-it-all." pressing close as the wail and rumble grew in octave. The room began to vibrate, what little there were in there danced and bounced across the floor as the rumbling grew louder.

Sure enough, some sort of crane came through the wall, grabbing rocker and mirror as well as floor and wall before the steel jaw clanked closed and began to lift.

"Some things never change.." She felt emotionally drained and physically charged at the same time.

"Look.. Mirror.. Mira." She fixed a cold stare on the snot, "You should go back to where ever it is you came from. I have something important to do here and it isn't ..." her face flamed a little more, "Frolic with you on the floor!" She couldn't keep the bite out of her tone, nor did she want to after the chit's snide little remarks.

"I have to find Toby.." She passed by Mira, nearly heading straight out the hole in the wall but paused and turned back to Mira. "If you ever bring up Michael again, agree with him.. I will throw your ass into the eternal bog of stench and let you rot! For-ever!" Glare in place, mouth pressed and firm with displeasure, Sarah crawled out the newly made 'doorway' and over the junk heap.

"Oh god! Why did he have to put the damned house in the dump! Why not the Fairy forest or some where sweet smelling?!" She groaned, climbing over debris as carefully as she could maneuver.

 

[Ravenloft]

Mira glanced down at Sarah's balled up fist and sniffed. Giving her a sly smirk, Mira dared her, just dared her to strike, with her eyes. Something in them suggested that she might like it when Sarah told her to 'fuck off'.

"You know, that's what I've been trying to do for years, sweetie. You just keep..." Sarah cut her off in mid sentence, muttering something about indecense. "Indecent...? Hah, you know what's indecent? Leaving Mi... Woah, what's that..." Mira stopped and put her hands out like she was trying to keep her balance as the room began to vibrate. "Looks like she's gonna blow! Heh, at least something will, right Sarah?" Mira said snarkilly. "Oh, I'm movin, Miss Pent-up-and-repressed." Mira shot back, not one to miss a beat.

"Believe me, there's nothing I'd like more than that, but YOU won't let me." Mira grumbled as she stood defiantly folding her arms, ignoring the danger of the shaking room. "Frolic? Please, you're not exactly a nymph you know. Or havn't you noticed that little birth mark on your..." Sarah cut her off again as she strode past her.

"I have to find Toby, have to find Toby, find Toby. Mu mu MU mu MU mu mu." Mira aped sarcastically. She was about to continue when Sarah turned sharply on her, threatening to throw her into the bog of eternal stench if she so much as mentioned 'he who shant be named'. Mira could see she was serious so she fell silent until Sarah had crawled out of the decimated bedroom through a hole in the wall. She gave the empty hole a mocking face as she said. "Fine then, I won't." Under her breath before following after her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sarah Williams

She ached in select places, her body already weary for the day and she had yet to do anything. Mira's tone and disrespect was forgotten as the throbbing between her thighs continued to rub it into her stung pride just how much she'd enjoyed being touched like that.

Her hair was matted, nails dirty and feet sore but she kept going, determined to make it out of the refuse heap and into something a little more .. well just better all around than this!

She all but ignored her companion, wishing Mira would go away and leave her alone. She had a job to do, because if she went back and faced her brother without junior... She'd never forgive herself.

But you don't have to go back, Sarah. The whispered words tickled at the edges of her mind, taunting her with minute snippets of what her life could be like if she stayed.. If she surrendered, she could be with Jareth... Wouldn't she?

Unsure of anything anymore, she wisely kept to her own council about her needs and worries. She so deep her inner turmoil and tortured sex, hadn't realized when she had wandered into a dark desert rock area. Gray sandstone rose high on all sides, but shaped in the most peculiar way by howling winds that seemed to almost constantly blow.

"What? Where are we?" Vaguely it looked familiar to her, but yet.. It wasn't the same, or it wasn't the same place she'd been before. Perhaps she had been this way but had seen through rose colored goggles at that time? Was this even the right direction? She had yet to see a single sign, but she hadn't really been here for long, nor paying attention to where she was going.

They could only move through in a single file in most places, which suited her well as she then wouldn't have to even look at the copy cat of herself following closely behind her.

"Didn't little elves used to live in caves here?" She searched her memories, trying to find what it was that had been here... Or near here, or maybe it was similar to here?! God how confusing!

Those guys who wanted her head!

It clicked finally, and succeeded in stopping her dead in her tracks, wondering "Are they still here?"

 

[poohlive]

Hoggle!

"He'll want to know about this," One of them said, twitching his nose at the air. The stench that came off of this new one was so new, so odd that the little ratat couldn't help but turn his nose down at it.

The second one waited for her to pass the garbage and be on her way before it spoke, "Oh yes... she will have great treasures."

"And we will have our reward."

They clampered down through the piles of trash, wandering in what seemed like aimless directions. It was small and clever trails that ran up and down the heaps, some immence ambling highway for the ratats inside of their own small kingdom.

Hoggle sat at his usual desk, one large monocle over his right eye. He was looking at one of the particular shinies that had come across his way. It was blue, crystal clear.

He tossed a few brown pellets at the ratat. It sniffed, gathered them up and went scowering into the trash once more.

"You have shinies?" Hoggle asked. He had a bored and yet greedy look in his eye. There was a pile of different colored gems behind him. Trinkets and gold, paper that reflect the light, minerals from deep within the earth, glass of various color, size and shape.

"Information," The one said, eyeing the small bag of pellets Hoggle had at his feet. His nose twitched furiously now, and he stepped from one feet to the other.

"Information does not get you dinner, shinies do."

"This I think you will want."

"There is a girl..."

"Oh yes... a girl."

"In the Labrynth."

"She talks to herself."

"She smells funny."

The two ratats were speaking over themselves now. They were moving closer to the bag of pellets, saliva began to pool at the corner of their elongated mouths.

Hoggle had placed this particular shiny in one of his little piles behind him. They were all color coordinated, and he knew where every one should go. His hand did stop when the mention of the girl came up. A girl?

Girl?

"Her name?" He said, the piece dropped. It crinkled and fell to the ground, shattering into a bunch of smaller pieces. The two ratats hissed and jumped back to where they stood before. Hoggle didn't even look at the shards at his feet though.

"A girl?"

"She talked with herself. She called herself... the Sara?"

"Yes.. the Sara."

Yes..."

Hoggle stood up, looking over the heaps of trash. He was trying to see past endless waste. He apparently didn't see what he was looking for though. He made a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a grunt.

He grabbed a small sack and grabbed the best of his shinies. Handfuls of the best and brightest, oh how they twinkled in the light. He would take them out later to look at them.

He threw down the rest of the pellets.

"Where is she?"

They pointed in the direction she went off, scowering down to feast. Other ratats emerged from the garbage, wide black eyes on the bounty that now lay before them.

Hoggle ran off, as best he could. He did not have the small trails that the ratats could follow in the small maze of trash. Instead he burrowed over hill and valley, trying to keep his exceptional nose pinched whenever he passed something that was particularly foul.

He emerged from the heaps where walls of stone once more turned this place into a more familiar labrynth. He moved past the walls. They used to be familar walls, used to have a familar color. Not anymore.

Sometimes it sickened and saddened him. Sometimes he didn't like to look at the Labrynth. Sometimes he just stared at his shinies.

Hoggle stopped when he came to the cave entrance. He stopped when he saw her. He skidded right to a halt. A wave of hate and hope rose through him all at once. He wanted to cry out, wanted to throw something at her, wanted to hug her and let her kiss him.

Hoggle wanted so many things.

"If you ever need us..." He had whispered to her once. She never needed him. She never called for him, for any of them. She had moved one, grown up, found her own shinies in the world.

"Sara," Hoggle said, his voice nearly a quake.

"What are you doing here?" He didn't want to make that an accusation, but it came out that way. Perhaps the absurdity of it all threw him. She was here. She was actually here, standing where he had met her so long ago. The one who changed everything, the one who turned him, the one who made him feel...

"We... we'd given up on you. We'd given up on a lot of things lately."

What was she doing here? She had forgotten about them. She had turned her back on her friends and this world. Now she came back, simply wandering here?

 

[Ravenloft]

"And why didn't you ever take that really hot italian guy up on his offer for a drink, we both know that he was hot for you, and rich. I mean Jesus, he was practically salivating all over us, we could have wrapped him around your little finger, or at least our legs around him..." Mira continued in a constant barage of 'what if's' that Sarah had never let herself go for. Sarah finally cut her off by putting her hand up and asking "What? Where are we?"

"What, what? I don't know, you're the one leading us, I'm just along for the ride, as usual." Mira said with a particularly sullen edge to her voice. "Little elves, isn't that kind of redundent? Hell if I know, I don't even remember any elves... All I can really remember about his place is Jareth... Oh! And the helping hands... Mmm, I hope we find them again, there's a few new ways I can think of that they can, ahem, 'help' us..." Mira said while giving Sarah a nudge and a wink.

"Sarah." A vaguely familiar voice called. "What are you doing here." The voice seemed kind of bitter, like an ex-boyfriend who'd yet to get over you. Mira peered over Sarah's shoulder and looked down to see a short man, a very short man. "Headwick?" Mira mumbled, trying to remember his name. "Hogwarts, no... That's not it, hey, we should have wrote that down, maybe we could have been rich just like J. K. Rollings." Mira whispered to Sarah as she waved to Hoggle.