A Writing Prompt
This years company Halloween costume party was bland and getting more stale by the minute. At least, that was the case until the mysterious stranger walked in. No one seemed to know who this new flamboyant individual was or what department he might have been from but the man entered with such confidence that no one thought to question his presence. The man was dressed in form fitting tights that seemed to emphasize a large bulge at the front, whether one wanted to notice or not. He wore a ruffled poet's shirt with a textured black vest and over his shoulders was a long flowing cape of nothing but white feathers. A white and black mask covered half of his angular face and a blonde, feathered man of hair crowed the top of his and cascade down his back.
As soon as the man stalked regally into the room, the ambient noise seemed to pick up. Music thrummed through the corporate venue, electrifying the air. People start to dance as the mysterious man makes his way down the decorative staircase. He makes eye contact with you and you can feel the heat immediately between the both of you, but he doesn't come straight at you. Instead he weaves and dances his way around the room. You lose sight of him several times. Slowly you notice that the room is filling with what look like bubbles, some of them clear and some of them tinted in various hues of blues, purples and reds. They reflect and refract the light around the room, giving the party a hazy, dreamlike feel. Finally you turn around and the man is right behind you. You drag in a deep breath in surprise, but before you can recover he sweeps you into a dance. He twirls you around the room at a dizzying tempo and you melt into him.
"Fear me," He says, his voice deep and commanding and yet you seem to be the only one you can hear him, his words meant explicitly for you. "Love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave," He tells you as you dance, the beats of your heart matching the haunting rhythm of the original piece of music being played by the hired orchestra. Around you the party thrums with new life as people laugh and dance as if a palpable madness has settled over the attending employees. You don't answer him because he continues to talk, "I ask for so little. Just let me rule you and you can everything you want." His words haunt your mind as if imbued with some hidden power.
You relent and he kisses you. You feel as if your floating as his tongue invades your mouth and when you open your eyes you are alone with the mysterious man and you are at home in your bedroom. Without giving you time to question how that was even possible, he kisses you again and the heat between your bodies becomes unbearable. Frantically you undress one another, in between passion laced kisses. You're swept up again and placed upon sheets of silk and satin. In the back of your mind you know that this is your bed, but they are not your sheets. The man's mouth and tongue begin exploring your body as he hungrily tastes the salty spices of your skin seasoned by a night of dancing and teasing. Its as if he is a man possessed by a spirit that has starved for years and your body is the main course. No part of your body is left unattended as he kisses, licks, and nibbles his way across you. When he settles between you legs and his tongue pierces the moist, pink folds of your sex you cry out and he devours your pleasure. Just as your orgasm crashes upon you he slides inside of you, thrusting his erect shaft slowly into you, extending the length of your orgasm with each thrust of his hips. Your bodies intertwine and your lips interlock and you both get lost in the lusty needs of your bodies. You feel his body quiver as he cries out in ecstasy and the pure greedy pleasure that courses through you negates any concerns you might have once had. When he collapses on top of you, you are both panting for air. Sleep soon engulfs you both. When you wake up, the man is gone and your party dress remains leaving you to wonder if the night before had been merely a dream or fantasy. All that is left, whether you notice it or not, is the small crystal sphere on your dresser.
A "Labyrinth" Inspired Roleplay
Jareth is the Goblin King. After Sarah rebuked him, she shattered his power and he was left nearly powerless and broken. He wandered the world as a snowy owl, watching and waiting. In you he found the spark he needed to live again and he let you taste the power he once held. In order to sustain this power, however, Jareth needs a queen, a queen that will let him rule her thoughts and needs. If you are that queen, you will find your doorway to his world in your closet. Your journey will not be without danger as no mortal can gain access to Jareth's castle without first traversing his Labyrinth. He comes to you often, encouraging and helping you as much as he can. He imbues you with as much power as he can the same way he did that very first night you met and with each passing encounter you both grow stronger. By the time you reach the castle you will be ready to sit by his side as his Goblin King. Though you're power was first just a piece of his, it will grow with the right practice. Jareth's magic comes from the belief of others, this is why he needs your love and worship. He will do the same for you of course and in return your own power will grow. It will be a tentative balance at first, but as you get stronger you will be able to seek new subject and conquer new lands, hand in hand as the Goblin Empire.
OOC: So as you may have guessed, the writing prompt entered hear is a Labyrinth fandom RP that will start somewhere after the movie ended and expand around and build onto the existing mythos. The prompt is provided as a means of inspiration born out of Jareth's lines from the movie. I am open to any changes to the plot established above. We can start before the prompt or after it. And where the story goes from here is completely open to interpretation.
Anyone game to be my Queen?