"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..."
