Sarah couldn't believe what she was seeing; The Goblin King was here. In the flesh. Wearing an outfit similar to the one he wore in her dreamscape that took place a decade ago. Every inch of him screamed eccentricity, with his ruffled shirt and a decadent overcoat sprinkled with red gems and shiny, beaded debris. Even his white-blonde hair had red highlights strewn throughout, and she noticed he too was wearing black boots, in addition to a fancy-looking black and red Goblin mask with horns attached. Most people would just assume it was a costume of course, but she knew how unconventional he naturally was. And how sexually dominating his presence was.
She gulped at the abrupt erotic thought, thinking this had to be another dream. How could it be anything otherwise? Surely she wouldn't think such a thing in reality. And it had been ten years, he wouldn't just show up now out of the blue. She must have made it upstairs to Lindsie's bedroom, fallen into a deep sleep, and started dreaming. Yes, that was the only plausible and logical answer. She had been thinking of him earlier, so naturally she'd start dreaming about him. Wasn't that how things worked? It wasn't as if she wished for him out loud or anything.
Shaking her head in disbelief with eyes closed, she stammered. "You're…you're not really here. This is a dream. I'm dreaming. I have to be." She opened up her eyes again and looked up to him with apprehensive eyes, like she didn't fully believe herself. "Right?"
He tilted his head, and gave a deep chuckle. Even under his mask Sarah could see the smirk in his eyes. "You always did have a vivid imagination. I'll let you decide the answer to your question, Sa-rah."
The way he purred her name sent a chill down her spine, even if she didn't know what the fuck he meant by that. He was messing with her now, and she needed to know whether or not this was real. Before she could speak another word to find out and get more information, she felt a hand grab her bicep. Startled by the touch, she turned to whoever grasped her arm, and was surprised to see Lindsie suddenly standing next to her.
"Sarah, some weirdo dressed in a pirate costume is looking for you," she said. "Know anything about that?"
"This isn't a dream, right?" Sarah asked her friend, ignoring Lindsie's own question.
Lindsie furrowed her eyebrows and took off her glasses in concern. "What? What are you talking about? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just. He's here and I have no idea what to make of it," Sarah said erratically.
"Sarah. What the fuck are you talking about?" Lindsie repeated. "Who's here?" She paused for a second and fear crept in her voice. "Did…did someone drug you or something?" she then asked in alarm. "Was it that fucking pirate!"
"Wha…? No…I just…" Alright. This was a little too realistic, Sarah realized. Shit.
There was only one way to find out if this really was a dream or not; she needed to feel pain. Whenever she felt pain in her dreams, she woke up immediately. This would be a good indicator, she reasoned.
"I need you to pinch me," she ordered her friend.
Getting more confused and worried, Lindsie's eyes widened. "What? Why? Sarah you're really freaking me the fuck out."
Sarah rolled her eyes with impatience. "Just pinch me, damnit!"
"Jesus, fine!"
With that, Lindsie pinched Sarah's arm hard, causing Sarah to squeeze her eyes shut at the pain. Attempting to ignore and push through it, she then tried relaxing to give herself a moment to try and clarify things. When she still felt the discomfort in her arm about a minute later, she peeked one eye open and saw her friend in the same spot, staring at her in bewilderment. Sarah slowly opened her other eye and decided that this was, indeed reality.
"Oh, man," she whispered.
"Sarah, what the hell is going on?"
"He's here, he's really here," Sarah said fervently. Why she didn't sound more fearful didn't go unnoticed by her.
"WHO!" she heard Lindsie exhaustively ask.
Turning around knowing he had to still be standing behind them, Sarah pointed and shouted, "HIM!" But… no one was there. Her mouth was partly agape, and her finger hovered in the air as she looked from left to right in the house. What the…
"He…he was just here, I swear he was," Sarah promised.
Lindsie took Sarah's arm and lowered it. She began to speak softly as though she were taking care of a child. "Sarah…I think you've had one too many cosmopolitans. Maybe you should drink some water and lie down…"
Ignoring her friend's suggestions, Sarah shook her head in doubt. Where did he go? She stared ahead in the spot where he had been, questioning her sanity for a second. No. He had been here, she knew it. But how? Why? Why was he here? What did he want with her? Was he even here for her? For some strange reason she hoped he was. There was no other reason.
Her eyes grazed down to the floor, as she tried to come up with answers to her own questions and wondered why she was suddenly eager to see him. She could hear Lindsie's voice muted in the back of her mind, asking if she was okay. But everything was going in slow motion around her and Lindsie was just background noise at this point. As though she were in a haze, Sarah looked back up to the party which seemed to speed back up to present time.
Her feet started moving on their own accord; it was as if she couldn't help herself. Something took over her, and it wasn't so much that she realized she wanted to see and speak with Jareth – she needed to. She walked away from Lindsie, staring at nothing in particular, ready to find him.
She began to wander around the many rooms of the huge home and started noticing things she hadn't seen earlier: two women dressed up as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were passionately kissing each other in a far corner of one of the living rooms; a trio consisting of two females, costumed as a devil and angel, and a handsome male wearing a sailor costume were also kissing all at once; and when she reached the dance floor in one such room, she only saw pure, unadulterated dancing between couples. It was as though everyone was having sex with their clothes on, though Sarah wouldn't have been surprised if people really were fucking in here.
Looking around, Sarah's eyes focused on one such woman, a naughty school girl, who was gyrating on a Bavarian costumed man. One of his hands was noticeably underneath the woman's skirt, as the other groped her left breast shamelessly. Sarah's eyes trailed down their bodies and she could only imagine what his fingers were doing under there. Rather than look away in embarrassment, she couldn't help but stare and she found herself licking her lips at the erotic sight. What was happening to her? She had no idea when she became so lustful, but hearing the woman's soft moans even as the music raged on caused her pussy to spasm. So much sex. Just out there.
Just then, the man roughly turned the woman around so they were facing each other now. Their bodies moved rhythmically to the music, their mouths grinding together as sensually as their pelvises. Sarah's skin prickled, soft but powerful sensations echoing through her body, making her want to get lost in it all.
She let out a heated sigh, not wanting to break away from the sight, but her attention was drawn back to her mission when she heard the chorus of the song mention "best hands." She needed to continue her search for Jareth. God, just saying his name in her mind was almost too much to bear, for she still had no idea what he was doing here of all places. On the same night she just happened to think about him. She decided the why's and how's didn't matter right now, she only knew she needed to find him. She reluctantly turned away from the hot couple dancing and carried on with her hunt.
For that's exactly what this was. This felt oddly familiar, looking for him. Just like that fucking ball. Only this time, she didn't feel out of place. She felt bolder now. The only thing that remained the same about herself was her curiosity. She looked from right to left among the dance floor, and was beginning to grow impatient. All around her, couples were getting lost in one another and all she could wonder was where the fuck was he? Surely he wouldn't have just left. She didn't know him that well of course, but she knew him well enough to know he wouldn't just show up and leave her dumbfounded without making a point. That wasn't his style. No, he was here for a reason. And she needed to find out why.
She ceased her walking for a moment to let her eyes scan the sex filled premises. Just when she was about to leave the area to move on to a different room, she felt a pair of strong hands on her waist. Her heart about stopped, and her eyes moved to the side where she caught sight of the black boots she'd seen earlier.
It was him. She momentarily felt herself grow increasingly nervous knowing it was he who stood behind her, yet for some reason…she couldn't force herself to turn around and start asking a multitude of questions or tell him to "fuck off." Instead, she felt her body relax and melt into his touch. Why this was, she didn't know. She should have been alarmed when she felt his hands mold to her hips, but she wasn't.
She didn't know what was happening to her. She was somewhat panicky earlier by the idea of him being here, but now it felt incredible to be touched by him, even just in that small way, pleasure spreading rapidly through her. And then, then – oh fuck – he was pressing into her from behind, enough for her to realize he was growing hard against her ass. It still all felt and seemed like a dream, a fantasy, but it was shockingly real. She knew that now.
Low in her hear, he rasped, "Dance with me, Sarah. Move with me."
It would have been smart to step away, or to remind him they were enemies at one point, and that this was a bad idea. A mistake.
Yet she simply couldn't. More than just the song was intoxicating her. More than the alcohol she'd consumed. She was drunk on freaking Jareth The Goblin King at the moment. She'd tried to forget about him all this time, but now he was consuming her.
So she moved with him, drank in the heat of his body as he leaned closer, felt the power of his hot erection against her rear.
Had anything in her life ever felt better? She wasn't sure.
She didn't think any physical sensation had ever pulled her in so quick, so deep, leaving her helpless to fight it. She tried telling herself she must be under his trance or something, how else could she explain her sudden change of heart? But deep down she knew this was all her. And she didn't even bother to question why.
Together they swayed as the music continued on, the provocative lyrics adding fuel to the fire. Sarah never looked at him, simply kept her eyes straight ahead, feeling it all, trying to survive it, trying to believe it, and wondering what would happen now.
She assumed she knew what would happen; the song would end, they'd stop moving together, and he'd fuck with her some more, and pretend things were normal then disappear. And it was just as she drew that conclusion…that something else entirely took place.
The warm masculine hand curving over her right hip eased upward, over the leather covering her stomach and higher, higher, coming to rest beneath her breast, his thumb arcing up onto the rounded flesh that was concealed by the fabric. The intense delight combined with intense need to make her sway more sensually, her breath turning labored, her cunt throbbing madly.
Which is when his other hand snaked downward onto her thigh – and up and onto her mound, being covered by nothing other than the leather. Still, his fingertips eased between her legs, caressing.
Her breath hitched and she involuntarily moved in a whole new way, beginning to undulate, as if she were having sex. She met his touch in front and pressed her ass to his hard-on in the back. His right arm now circled her waist to keep her steady – he must have realized he was making her weak, her whole body near convulsing from the hot strokes his fingers delivered.
Did anyone around them see what was going on, the way he was touching her? She noticed all the other couples, surely someone noticed them as well. But the crowd remained tight, the spaces between bodies mostly dark, private enough, even though in public.
Jareth kissed Sarah's neck now, sending fresh spirals of pleasure all through her. Oh, God. Oh, God. This is happening. This is really happening. I should stop it. Shouldn't I?
That's when he learned near her ear again to rasp the words, "Come with me, precious."
She turned to find that meeting his gaze was paralyzing. It didn't matter if he was wearing the mask, Sarah could see the smirk in his eyes and knew that he was taunting her. She didn't care. She could feel it. She could feel the electricity, the delicious tension. All thoughts of if, wrong, or why went out of her mind.
Wasn't this what she craved? To have hot, heated sex with a stranger in a mask? Of course, Jareth was no true stranger, but he may as well have been. Lindsie's words came back to her. No-strings-attached, hot, crazy sex. Sex with costumes on. Not being able to see's each other's faces. She could just pretend he was like any other male, and not her one-time enemy who kidnapped her baby brother, tried to kill her with a death machine, and offered her her so-called dreams. Yeah, she could do that.
Jareth's hand closed firm around her smaller one as he pulled her through the crowd. She didn't see the people they passed, didn't hear the next song begin – she could focus on nothing but him and the need that burned through her.
They broke away from the masses, and he led her briskly down a low-lit hallway within the house. Sarah barely even noticed the various superheroes and celebrities and monsters they passed along the way. Her heartbeat pulsed through her whole body and her pussy felt like the largest part of her – warm, sensitive, needy. She didn't give a thought as to where they were going because she instantly, and strangely and possibly naively, trusted him to take charge.
Jareth drew her through a pair of open French doors and onto the sun porch. Lindsie had it opened for the party, but only candles lit the space, so no one had ventured back here yet. Releasing her hand, he smoothly closed the doors behind them, shutting out the sounds of laughter and chatter and muting the music – currently a song by Rob Zombie, "Dragula."
Then he turned to face her, a glint in his eye. "Alone at last, precious."
She didn't answer. Didn't know what to say. She merely bit her lip, felt her breasts swell within the tight leather bodysuit and took a step toward him. Again, logically, she thought she should be terrified and shying away by now, reverting to back to her fifteen year old self asking him to leave her be. But she didn't.
He stepped towards her, too. Slid one palm to her hip, then lifted his other hand to touch her face. He drew the tip of his index finger around the edge of her mask, under one eye, and the sensation made her shiver.
"No," she told him gently, when he began to slowly take off the mask. "Not that."
He gave a succinct, acceptant nod. "Understood."
Hearing him speak again brought her back down to reality for a second. Was she seriously about to do this? With him? Here? Without any questions being answered? Her heart raced, as all sorts of thoughts suddenly came to mind. She hated to psych herself out, and despite her sudden crave for him, she needed to know why he was here.
"What are you doing here, Goblin King?"
He chuckled and tilted his head in that pleased-with-himself way. "You're asking me this now?"
She folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Answer the question."
He threw up one hand in the air, surrendering to her demand. "I'm here, because…well, because you wanted me to be here, you precious thing."
Furrowing her eyebrows and feeling the crease form in her forehead, Sarah replied, "I didn't wish for you."
"Oh, you didn't?" he asked, hands on hips.
What? Sarah was monumentally confused now. She hadn't wished for him. Had she? She distinctly recalled not having said the words, so she didn't understand.
When she didn't respond, Jareth chuckled again. "I know what truly lies in your heart, Sarah. You may have not wished for me with your mouth, but your heart. That spoke volumes to me, tonight, precious. So here I am."
"Bullshit," she retorted. "I thought about you for one measly second tonight you arrogant prick."
He took another small step forward. "And that was enough." His fingertips reached out and he stroked the ends of her dark hair, sending slight shivers up her spine. "I once offered you your dreams," he continued. "The offer still stands."
"My…my dreams?" she repeated and then scoffed. "You're that narcissistic to think you're the man of my dreams or something?"
"Dreams can be made up of a multitude of things, Sa-rah. Being with me, is just one of them."
"You're lying."
Another haughty chuckle left his mouth as his fingers dropped from Sarah's hair. "Correct me if I'm wrong…but I could have sworn I felt the dampness pool between your legs not long ago when my hands were tantalizing your delicious body. Which was also pressed against me rather shamelessly, might I add."
She gulped. Damn him. The son of a bitch knew she wanted him, and deep down she knew he was right about her stupid fantasy of wanting to fuck him all this time. Her first sexual awakening at fifteen was because of him, not that she wholly understood what she was feeling at the time. Still – ten years later and her body had completely defied her the moment he touched her, only spurring him on more.
"It was hot in there, give me a break," she tried rationalizing.
He shook his head. "I don't think so, Sa-rah. You had a mission tonight. To fuck."
Sarah felt her entire body grow hot at his lack of subtle behavior and she hated that she quivered with desire at the way he said that word. He must have seen her response, because just then a crystal ball appeared his hand and he offered it to her.
"Do you want it, Sarah?" he asked.
She looked from the crystal back up to his blue, icy eyes. The temptation was real, and the only thing holding her back was the unknown consequences of what her actions would bring.
"Let me clarify," he said, sensing her hesitation. "Do you want me?"
Biting her lip, she felt powerless. His hold on her was stronger than she once believed. Maybe at fifteen he didn't have power over her, but damnit, right now he certainly did. And he knew it. She was done for. The moment he appeared to her.
Accepting the fact she truly didn't want to say no and wanted to do this for herself, she tilted her head and smirked. She came here tonight to get laid. That was her goal, and the opportunity presented itself to her. Sure, it involved The Goblin King and she was probably crazy to even contemplate saying yes to him on anything. But she simply didn't care.
She took a step forward and grabbed the crystal from Jareth with no fear, and no sense of concern any longer. She threw it in the air only to catch it with her other hand, confidence taking over. She then extended her hand back out to him, the crystal atop her palm.
"The real question, Goblin King," she said. "Is do you want me?"
A half grin took over his face. Well, then. He slowly took the crystal from her hand and held it to his face for a brief second, before tossing it over his right shoulder. Sarah was half expecting to hear it break or something, but instead she heard a simple pop, which she assumed meant "hell yes" from her nemesis turned soon-to-hopefully-be-lover-of-the-night.
Her assumption was right. Jareth swiftly, and somewhat roughly, took Sarah by the hip and brought her closer to him, causing her to let out a heated sigh.
"Yes," he finally answered, no uncertainty lingering in his voice.
They stood outside, amid Halloween decorations, candles, and the faint voices of others. Sarah's heartbeat pulsed everywhere as their gazes met through their masks, both hot and ready.
"I've shown you tricks, precious," he said. "Now let me show you some treats."
AN: Probably one more chapter, then a short epilogue! :D
Yeah, yeah, I get it. Sarah seemed to get over the fact that Jareth appeared out of the blue rather quickly. But she's more entranced by him than she is scared, and well, she's horny as hell and wants to have sex. So give her a break. Plus it helps that she has familiarity with him and unfinished business so to speak, so perhaps this is the closure she needs.
Next chapter = lemons. Lots and lots of lemons!
