Servant of Desire

It's been a few months since I became a servant in the castle of the Goblin King. My former master used to beat me so I fleed his mansion and his kingdom. Luckily the steward of Goblin Castle was looking for new servants and I was accepted. Most of the other servants were goblins, there were a few dwarves, that's all. I was the only human, which caused a few problems. The room I lived in was too small, with a very low ceiling, and I came to sleep on the floor because the bed was made for goblin-size inhabitants. A bigger problem was that I was lonely among the silly goblins and grumpy dwarves.

I was always very busy cleaning up after the goblins, and they always made such a mess! I saw the king often when he was riding out or when he lounged on his throne and I was sent there to clean up after the goblins' wild parties. He never noticed me but I liked to watch him from afar, especially when he was singing and dancing with the goblins. Those were the only times when I've seen him happy. I thought he must be lonely without a human companion, but he never gave any indication that he is missing the company of humans. Until that day.

That day the throne room was empty of goblins and was unusually quiet. King Jareth was sitting on his throne. He looked bored. I stood in the shadow at the entrance of the room and took my time watching him. In any other places of the world but this goblin kingdom, I would never have dared to raise my eyes on a king, I was but a lowly servant after all. But spending all these months among goblins and dwarves my eyes were hungry for anyone who is human or looks like human, and he was quite attractive. When he was wearing those tights I could see what a package he had, and when he danced, that package seemed to live a life on its own. I remember when I first saw it, my whole inside trembled from excitement. That night I imagined how it would feel to take him into my mouth (though I doubted I could take all of him in my mouth), and could not help but touch myself. Rubbing my clit and moving two of my fingers in and out of my wetness in a fast motion, I thought of what those tights may hide, I imagined licking him and I whispered my king's name as I came hard.

The memory made me blush as I stood in the shadow at the door. I thought he still did not notice me so I allowed myself to watch him. I loved these open shirts he wore, I could imagine the scent of his skin. I loved his sensual lips and in my most secret fantasies I imagined that mouth touching my lips, both sets of my lips. I heard his eyes were of different color but I never got close enough to him to actually see them.

The next moment I could really be sure that he hadn't notice me. He produced a large, glowing crystal and let it float in the air before him. An image appeared in the crystal, an image of a woman with a slender figure and long blond hair. Jareth watched her. I could tell from the color of the crystal that this was not an actual, living woman, only some kind of fantasy, I knew that much about magic. But then why was he watching her?

Then I realized why. The woman slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She wore no bra, and Jareth watched intently as she began to caress her large breasts. She moaned and slid a hand under her skirt. Jareth leaned back on his throne, and, not taking his eyes off the woman in the crystal, started to slowly stroke himself through the tights. I could see he was getting hard and I felt butterflies deep down in my belly.

Jareth shook his wild mane of hair out of his face then opened his shirt. His gold pendant glittered on his chest. I guess he imagined that the fantasy woman in the crystal watched him and it was his sight that made her aroused. I gulped and watched as he caressed the bulge in his pants once more, then reached down with both hands and gently freed his manhood from under the tights. I bit my lower lip in excitement. He was as big as I always imagined. He cupped his balls in one hand then began to stroke his shaft, slowly and gently at first, then faster and harder. I knew I should quietly leave but couldn't take my eyes off the sight. My nipples were so sensitive that the touch of the rough textile of my blouse hurt them. Gods, I needed to go back to my room and take care of the throbbing between my soft wet lips under my skirt, but I couldn't move, as if magic kept me in that place. A scandalous thought entered my head. Nobody is here, nobody would notice me. Why should I not give myself a little love right here? Watching him would make it one of the sexiest experiences in my life. I have plenty of time, as I've seen that Jareth slows down every time he gets too close. Apparently he wants to prolong it so that he could have an earth-shattering orgasm. I could have mine too, right here, watching my lord playing with himself. I slid my hand under my skirt and touched the tip of my clit. My finger was pleasantly cold and it sent a shiver through my whole being.

One is careless when in the throes of desire. I've always been extra careless, when I still lived with my old master I even let myself immerse in my fantasies when I knew the girl I shared a room with would come back soon. She found me riding my pillow and moaning, with my hands caressing my naked breasts. She offered to do me but I was never into that short of thing and my friendship kinda deteriorated from then. One would think I've learned to be careful. But the one who would think that obviously didn't know me. As I watched Jareth doing his thing and I softly drew a circle around my clit with my finger, a moan escaped my throat. I freeze immediately. He heard me and looked in my direction.

"Who's there?"

I stood in the shadow, fervently praying and hoping that he had already reached the point where he had to resume what he was doing even if the whole Fae Court watched him, and then I could slip away (and resume what I was doing, but in the peace of my room). But he repeated his question, still looking in my direction. I had no choice bt to enter the throne room. I noticed that the image in the crystal freezed too.

"It's... it's just me, Your Majesty. An obedient servant of yours." I did not dare to look at him.

"And you've been watching me?" he asked with a smirk, still holding his erect manhood in his hand.

I fell on my knees. "Please, my lord, forgive me." I glanced up, trying to guess how angry he was.

But he did not seem angry. "An obedient servant?" he mused. "Let's see how obedient you are." He waved me closer impatiently. "You are right to think I need you on your knees but I have no use of you if you're that far. Kneel down here, before me."

With trembling feet, I went there and knelt down before me. He leaned closer, his voice husky. "How willing are you to serve me?"

"My lord..." I felt my voice was trembling too, "I'm eager to do anything that pleases you."

"Take off your blouse."

I quickly unbuttoned my blouse, took it off, then I had a sudden idea and I began to fondle my breasts just like the woman in the crystal did. I even glanced at the crystal to see if hers were as large and rounded as mine, but the crystal had disappeared, and all of Jareth's attention was on me.

He reached out his hand towards me and undid my hair bun. My long hair fell down, caressing my naked shoulders.

"I'm wondering" he said softly, "if you are worthy enough to please a king." He smirked again. "Prove that you are" he whispered, then pulled my head closer to his erection with a gentleness I did not expect. I could hardly believe that my dream came true and this hard, throbbing beauty is only a few inches from my face. Jareth did not stop here, he let my head go only when my tongue touched the tip of his cock.

I softly moaned and began to lick it from its base to its top. I pulled the foreskin back and my tongue circled around its glistening head, then I kissed that sensitive spot on its underside. I glanced up at Jareth who was watching me from under half-closed eyelids.

"Suck me" he commanded, and I obeyed. I took him into my mouth -- just as I guessed, he was too big and I couldn't take all of him in, so I had to help with my hand. With my other hand I began to rub his balls, a little rough, as I already knew he liked it. One can learn so much from watching a man play with himself. I closed my eyes, I sucked and sucked, nothing else mattered in this world, only this hardness filling my mouth. I was disappointed when Jareth ordered me to stop.

"Stand up and take off everything" he commanded.

I went all shaky with desire. I knew what would come next. I took off my skirt and panties as fast as I could. Jareth grabbed my buttocks and pulled me closer.

"Sit on my cock. I want to see your pussy swallowing it." He watched my pussy as I grabbed his cock and slowly lowered myself on it. I cried out in pleasure. The cock gradually sliding into me was longer and thicker than anyone's I've ever been with, harder than any of the objects I used to please myself with when I didn't have a man. It was truly a king size member. It filled me completely and half of it was still outside me. I was worried that it would anger him that I cannot receive all of him inside.

"Why don't you start to move?" he asked with a half-smile. "I don't mind that you can't get all of me in yet, but you have to fuck me with that tight little pussy of yours." He grabbed my buttocks hard. "Fuck!" he commanded.

I loved the way he talked about my pussy. Mad with desire, I began to ride him hard. I moaned and moaned, as that thick hardness slid in and out. It thrust inside me deeper and deeper and suddenly all of it was inside of me. I let out a small "oh!" when I realized I could get all of him inside me after all. Jareth smirked then began to move his hips to match my movements. A yawning goblin entered the room then realized what was going on and hurried out.

I rode my king, my master in a frenzy and I realized I was on the edge of coming. "Oh" I moaned, "oh, my lord..."

Suddenly he grabbed my waist. I stopped, scared that I did something wrong.

"I did not allow you to reach orgasm" he snarled at me. "You did not even ask my permission! What do you think I am, some servant boy you can ride at your fancy? I am your king! You're only here to bring me pleasure."

"Forgive me, Your Majesty" I cried. He shook me off himself and I fell on my knees. My body was screaming for the pleasure he denied me, but he was right, I was but a lowly servant not worthy to be fucked to orgasm by a king. I forgot that it is only his pleasure that counts and I am here to provide him that pleasure -- how could I ensure I'm doing everything to please him when I'm lost in the throes of my own orgasm?

He stood up, his wet cock dancing proudly before my eyes. "I'm going to punish you" he said. I wondered if he would beat me and I shivered from excitement. I'm gonna blow up if he touches me.

"Please" I whispered, "please, Your Majesty, my lord, punish me. I don't wish to ever forget my place again."

He raised me to my feet and pushed me on his throne then stood before me, towering over me. "Push your breasts together."

I did. He leaned closer and put his erect manhood between them, then began to fuck my breasts, smearing his glistening precum on them. Next to fucking him, it was the most exciting thing I could imagine, but after the tightness of my most feminine place, the second-most one was too soft, I doubted that he can rub himself to orgasm here. I was right. After a few minutes of fucking my breasts he straightened up and took matters in his own hand. He moved his hands up and down his cock so fast I couldn't follow it.

"Look into my eyes" he commanded, then held my gaze as the first few drops of hot white liquid landed on my breasts. It seemed as if he shot more and more with each spurt. He aimed with an expert hand, and the next few shots landed on my belly, then he squeezed out the last drops over my pussy. Finally, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

I thought I'd go wild with desire, my clit throbbed as his sperm trickled down on my body. He opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"I'm satisfied with you, little servant girl" he said.

I looked up, astonished. "You're not angry with me, my lord?"

He smirked. "Angry for what? It's understandable that you enjoyed me so much that you forgot everything in the world, even the fact that you're a mere servant. In fact, I think next time I'll fuck you to orgasm. It would feel good to feel those muscles tighten around me." He leaned to a table and looked at me. "Let's do something about you. I can't let you leave like this, you'd end up screwing the first male you meet, and I'm not sharing. Do you often please yourself?"

"Y... yes, my lord."

"With your hands or with objects?"

"I like to use the handle of my hairbrush."

"Good. I'd love to watch." He looked around and his gaze fell on his riding crop. It had a thick handle with a knob on its end, not unlike the head of a penis. "You can use this. Do it nice and slow. You are allowed to think of me while you're getting yourself off."

I took the riding crop, touched its smooth handle with my finger then put it between my legs and pushed in. It was cold but it just enhanced the sensations. I closed my eyes and started to move it in and out. I was so wet it slid in easily. I looked up.

"Am I allowed to lick your sperm off my breasts?" I asked shyly, fearing that he will not allow me. He nodded. I took my left breast in my hand and licked his salty come off my smooth skin as I moved the handle in and out faster and faster.

"Oh" I moaned softly. "Oh, my lord. Oh, my king. It feels wonderful. It... Ooh!"

I knew he commanded me to go nice and slow but I couldn't stop. I knew I was finally coming. I cried out and looked up at Jareth who was watching me with a satisfied smile, then everything was lost in a haze. I was coming. I was coming. I was... ooh.

I don't know how much time passed. I could hardly move. Jareth touched my face gently. I looked up at him.

"I'm very satisfied with you, my little servant."

"Thank you, Your Majesty" I smiled.

"You can go now, but don't hope we won't see each other again."

As if I'd ever hope that! I picked up my clothes then bowed to him and left. I stopped on the corridor to dress up, and could not help but glance back. King Jareth was watching me with a smile.


Sorry that it's not a Jareth/Sarah fic. I can't picture Sarah being this submissive and anyway I'd have felt uncomfortable with writing this about her, I mean, I'd never be able to look into Jennifer Connelly's eyes, should I ever meet her. (Yeah, I don't have similar qualms about David Bowie, but hey, I'm a straight girl who absolutely loves goblin kings with big packages :)