"Now, that was a cheat. A terrible, deceptive, nasty con."

"Mmmmnn," Sarah hummed, nosing her way around Jareth's stomach. Her tongue splashed out to lick up a drop that had gone astray, then curled into his navel. "Was it now, dear."

"Well, it was." Jareth tried to sit up on his elbows, and triggered a long, white-hot twinge from his ass straight up through the rest of him. He flopped back into his throne with a gasp.

Ooh. It throbbed.

"A nasty, dirty, deceptive con," he whined.

"Of course, dear," said she, and pressed her cheek against his thigh. She'd palmed his left buttock with her other hand, and gave it a proprietary squeeze as she shifted his angle.

"A con," Jareth gasped. Sarah chuckled. The thirteen-hour clock on the wall ticked on.

Jareth swallowed. Thickly. Sarah smiled into his belly.

And waited.

Waited...

"Do it agaaaiiiinnn..."