Author's Note: Hello guys! This is like my first fanfiction ever, so your comments would be much appreciated. There are adult themes in here...just so you guys know.

Oh! And I don't own any of Jim Henson's characters or songs or David Bowie or any of that stuff. I just use them for my own twisted fantasies. Besides, if I did own them, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this...I'd be rich.

Chapter 1

She wanted to say the words that would save her from her horrible life. Ever since the fateful night where she had met him she couldn't control her urges, her feelings, or her emotions.

Things began to spiral out of control the minute her friends left her the night after her return. Her step-mother, while proud she hadn't done anything to Toby which might have killed him (at least that's what she thought), still hated her. When Sarah turned sixteen, Irene insisted she go on dates that always ended up with Sarah comparing those other human boys to Jareth.

Jareth. He was the cause of this, whether it be good or bad. As her body began to become more attuned to his natural sexual predator aura, she wondered what exactly he meant when he asked her to give in to him. At the age of eighteen, she had a feeling it was more than just the innocent kiss she thought it meant when she ran his Labyrinth.

She yearned to be in his arms, feel his leather gloves caress her skin, and feel his lips on her own. He was strong, commanding, and always in control. She could be safe with him. No more being called an idiot for not liking a supposedly handsome guy. No more sitting in her room dreaming of what she could have had with him.

Sarah fell to her knees and looked out the window. It had started to storm much like when she wished Toby away. Tonight, it would be her that was taken away to the castle beyond the Goblin City.

"Goblin King," she whispered as a flash of lighting lit up her dark room. "I made a mistake three years ago."

Far away, sitting on his throne, Jareth conjured a crystal and watched with a heated gaze as she began to tremble.

The wind outside picked up and seemed to almost breathe "say it."

Sarah took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Goblin King, you do have power over me. I wish you would come and take me away right now!"

Right before her eyes, blue sparkles began to fall to the floor and a man in dark blue armor looked down at her. Sarah could feel the raw magic around him begin to subside. She looked up at him and noticed he was smiling, revealing his slightly pointed teeth. His mismatched eyes seemed to burn her skin.

"Stand," he commanded in his rich voice.

Sarah stood up on wobbly knees thrilled by the fact that he had really come, but terrified by his cruel gaze.

His eyes seemed to look in to her very soul. She saw him look at her now shoulder length brown hair. He continued to survey her body, taking in her breasts and hollow stomach. As he walked around her, seeming to size her up for a meal, she began to feel her neck get hot in embarrassment at being looked at so openly.

He stood in front of her and got as close as he could without touching her. "Look at me," he whispered.

Sarah couldn't. She kept her gaze fixed on his leather riding boots. She felt a hand reach up and pull her head back, forcing her to look in to his eyes.

"I see we will have to work on your obedience, Precious," he said dangerously. He leant in to her, barely a centimeter away from her lips eliciting a whimper from Sarah. "You did want this. What's said is said."

Sarah closed her eyes, relishing in her close proximity to the Goblin King but immediately opened them when he commanded her to. He moved over to breathe in her ear. "Love me, fear me, do as I say and I will be your slave."

"Yes," she hissed.

"Good," he chuckled darkly. "You are mine now. Let us retire to more private quarters."

He crushed his lips to hers, catching her by surprise. She gasped at his possessiveness and he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue in to her mouth.

Sarah was vaguely aware of a change in temperature as Jareth began to back her up. Their tongues were locked in a heated battle, trying to gain control of the kiss. She moved her hands up from his chest to tangle in his hair as he pushed her on to a large, black bed.

His eyes were darkened with lust and he looked absolutely feral causing Sarah to scramble back on the bed just slightly before he crawled on top of her, holding her in place. He bent his head down to bite and suck on her neck. His hand was slowly traveled up underneath her shirt. He brushed against one nipple causing her to moan deep in her throat and Jareth chuckled deeply, relishing in how easily he could undo her.

He lifted up her shirt exposing her breasts, nipples hard with arousal. With one hand, he slowly massaged one and he lightly licked the other. Sarah thrust her hips up to meet his in an attempt to relieve some of the tension which had begun to pool in her lower abdomen. He chuckled deeply, causing a vibration on Sarah's breast. Her hands flew up to tangle themselves, once again, in his hair.

Jareth looked up at her through hooded eyes and saw her head thrown back in pleasure with her mouth slightly open and leant up to kiss her on the lips quickly. He began to trail kisses down to the top of her sweatpants and lowered them slowly, revealing her most intimate area. When she tried to cover herself, he realized she had probably never done this before.

As he gently parted her legs, she whimpered in embarrassment. She tried to push him away, but when he ran a finger up her slit, she began pulling him closer.

"Why, Precious. You're practically dripping already."

He played with her clit, causing her to push herself in to his hand. He slowly inserted a long finger in to her opening. Sarah began to moan and writhe beneath him. He pumped his finger slowly and moved up to suck on her nipple. When she on the verge of being released he pulled away and kissed her mouth once again.

"Please," she begged him. She wasn't sure what she needed, but she knew if she wasn't fulfilled soon, she would go insane.

"As you wish," he said.

He lowered his head between her legs, smelling her arousal. Her juices were dripping down her legs and he kissed her clit lightly. He made his way to her opening and, after some licking of her thighs, thrust his tongue in to her pussy.

Sarah gasped at the new sensation, pulling him closer to her. He pumped his tongue in and out, bringing her right to the edge and holding her there again. He pinched her clit one last time and she tumbled over the edge in to oblivion. Her hips lifted up off the bed and she screamed unintelligible words. Jareth licked up all of her juices enjoying their sweetness and how she clenched around him.

Just as Sarah was coming down from her high, he vanished his clothes allowing Sarah to feel his arousal against her leg. She knew what was about to come next, and she wanted it more than anything.

"Are you ready?" he asked in her ear.

"Yes," came her strangled reply.

He pushed in slowly causing a moan to fall from both of their lips. Jareth's size was enormous and filled Sarah completely. When he encountered her barrier, he broke it swiftly and buried himself to the hilt and held still as to let her become accustomed to being so full.

When she began moving underneath him, he pulled out slowly, almost to the tip and moved in just as slow making Sarah practically beg him to release her.

He picked up the pace, setting a punishing pace, barely allowing Sarah to keep up. He seemed to know where every spot that sent Sarah intense pleasure was and brushed against them causing her moans to turn in to screams.

"You're so tight," Jareth gasped in to her neck.

"Harder," Sarah screamed against his shoulder.

Their thrusts became more erratic, but they still met each other, hitting their hips against one another's heightening the sensation.

Sarah's release was violent, clenching Jareth's cock hard sending him over the edge as well. They rode it out together, biting each other's flesh and scratching down one another's backs, drawing blood and leaving marks to claim the other as their own.

After a while, Sarah was nearly asleep curled up with her head on Jareth's chest. He stroked her hair gently and kissed her neck.

"Tomorrow, you must meet my parents: the High King and Queen of the Underground," he stated softly in her ear.

"Mmm," she replied.

"I love you, Precious."

"I love you too, Goblin King."