Chapter 4: Love Realized, Sarah deflowered
Caution-Chapter contains sexual content.
Sarah paced in front of the tree waiting for Jareth to come back. "Where is he?!" She grumbled impatiently.
She didn't see the Owl gazing down at her from the branches of the tree, it watched her in fascination.
Sarah sat down cross legged, she took this opportunity to reason out her feelings for the Fae King. "Do I love him? I definitely care about him." She admitted.
The Owl puffed up its chest happily and shifted a little on the branch as if to get closer and hear her better. 'So she does care about me after all!' He thought.
"I'm more than a little attracted to him. God, that man is hot." She giggled to herself.
Sarah ran her fingers through her hair. "Dammit, he should have been back by now!"
Seeing that he was doing nothing but worrying her, Jareth decided to make his appearance. He disappeared in owl form from the branch and teleported himself almost on top of her.
"Ahhh!" Sarah nearly jumped out of her skin as Jareth appeared practically inches away. "What the hell?!" She cried.
Jareth plopped down next to her laughing. "You should see your face!"
Sarah punched him on his left arm. "I thought you were in trouble, you dork!"
Jareths eyebrows knitted together, "What the devil is a 'dork'?"
It was Sarah's turn to laugh, "Never mind, what happened?" She asked.
"Mareeshka, Glimwig and two boys were all that was left of the caravan." He put an arm around her shoulder comfortingly. "I'm sorry." He said sadly.
Sarah eyes watered and stung. She rubbed at her eyes. "Anyanka and Luca?" She asked hopefully.
Jareth shook his head. "I don't know. As I said, I gave Anyanka a teleportation crystal. It would have taken her to the Labyrinth." He stopped and slapped himself in the forehead. "Why didn't I think of that before?"
Sarah sniffled, "What?"
"My cousin Marius is at the castle now, getting used to the place before his coronation. I'm certain that he'll know whether or not your friends are there!" He said happily.
Sarah brightened, "Great! Will we go back there and find out?"
Jareth shook his head and produced a crystal, "No need. I'll just contact him via crystal." With that he concentrated on the orb and suddenly a vision of Marius materialized within it. "Marius old boy! How are you?" He asked jovially.
Marius grinned from within the crystal, "Right as rain, cousin." He turned his head and looked at Sarah, "Ah, this must be the ever adored Sarah you keep prattling on about. Hello there my dear." He flashed her a winning smile.
Sarah grimaced in response and muttered, "Nice to meet you." She elbowed Jareth in the ribs.
Taking the hint, Jareth cleared his throat and continued. "Marius?"
"Mmmm?" Marius asked.
"You haven't by any chance seen a red haired wench and her brother mucking about the place have you?" Jareth asked.
Marius smiled knowingly, "Ah, in fact I have, cousin. The boy was quite annoying, but the girl, has proven rather, entertaining."
Sarah growled.
Jareth sighed, "Where are they?" He asked.
"Luca, asked to be returned to the scene of the crime. In payment, he left me his sister. Quite a fair trade, I dare say." Marius sipped some of his tea.
Jareth started to nod in agreement when Sarah elbowed him again. He glared at her, making it clear that should she do it again, he would not be pleased. She made a face at him.
"Marius, it seems important to my beloved that Anyanka is alright and happy. Could you offer her some reassurances?" He asked.
Marius grinned and winked at Sarah, "But of course cousin!" The view changed and showed Anyanka
eating lunch with Marius. She smiled and waved.
"There, you see? Perfectly happy, and eating like a pig I might add." He whispered conspiratorially. Then he ducked, narrowly missing being hit with a piece of what appeared to be broccoli.
Sarah despite her reservations about Jareths cousin, giggled at the spirited Anyanka's use of food as a weapon. "He has his hands full." She commented.
"Quite." Jareth agreed and then addressed Marius again, "Well, inform Higgle that I'm taking Sarah to the High King's castle to introduce her to my mother."
"I will. And give Auntie Selene my best." Marius waved.
Jareth nodded and vanished the crystal. He turned to find Sarah looking at him with an odd expression on her face. "What?" He asked.
Sarah shook her head. "I expected him to be evil or at the very least mercurial and beastly. And you, I've no idea how to even start." She seemed bewildered.
Jareth grinned, "I'll pretend that was a compliment, love."
"Well as underhanded as it sounded, I really did mean it to be a compliment." She smiled amiably and stood up. "So, I'm going to meet your Mom?" She asked.
Jareth got up as well, "Yes. She'll be very happy to meet you. Only, I feel I need to tell you something, before we go. You may not want to go, after I explain." He said.
Sarah sighed, always there was something when it involved Jareth. "Alright, shoot."
Jareth stroked his chin for perhaps the one hundredth time that day, "Promise me, you'll listen to everything I say, before you get upset with me or interrupt me first."
"Oh boy, this has got to be a doozy." She said, "Fine, fine. Out with it!!"
He raised an elegant eyebrow at her for commanding him to get to the point. When he was rewarded with a look of apology he continued, "I'm taking over the High Kings throne. Unlike most monarchies, I shall be overseeing all the Kingdoms, they'll report to me. Being a very high position, succession must be almost immediately insured. Meaning, normally when a High King takes the throne he is already married or betrothed." He blurted out nervbously, "I am the first heir to the throne in a Millennium who has not had at least one or the other."
Sarah's brow furrowed, "So?"
"I have to be married within a week." He said finally.
"Oh." She said a bit disappointed.
"I have already picked the woman I am going to court." He smiled at her.
Sarah took this to mean he had picked someone else, "I see." She said and turned away from him. Suddenly, she very much wanted to be that girl. And she was intensely jealous.
"I picked you." He said stepping up behind her, he slid his arms around her waist.
"You, did?" She asked.
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, "Of course I did, whom did you think? I would never do all the things I have done for you, for anyone else." He said.
Sarah turned in his grasp and looked up at him, "I still do not know, if I love you." She said. "But, I can think of no one else I would rather be with."
"You really mean that?" He asked in disbelief. "Even after everything we've put each other through?"
Sarah nodded firmly, "Yes, Jareth. I do." She said.
He kissed her. Not overly passionately, but sweet and gentle. A kiss of promise. "You've no idea my darling, how much this means to me."
Sarah smiled, "I do care you know. I may not always act like it. But I do."
He grinned, "Its a start my love." Jareth offered her his arm, "Shall we?"
Sarah looked around and frowned at their shelter, "Should I leave the tree like this?" She asked.
Jareth nodded. "Its still alive, and to be honest, I think its the perfect place to get away. You will learn that sometimes no matter where you go, when you are royalty you are never truly alone. It can be unnerving at best." He smiled at her fondly. "Besides, I like it."
Sarah beamed at the compliment. "Well, lets go then." She said and took his arm.
"Before we do, I've been curious about something. Ever since you took up with that Gypsy lot." He said.
Sarah sighed. She just knew this was too easy. "What about?"
"Bengchai. What does it mean?" He asked.
Sarah gave him a mischievous smile, "Devil Woman."
Jareth raised an eyebrow, "I see." He grinned. "What an apt description."
Sarah stuck her tongue out at him. Then they disappeared from the clearing, badly startling a squirrel who happened to be gathering nuts nearby.
Selene was sitting in her Study when Jareth burst in the door dragging along a bedraggled looking girl wearing what looked to be, Mens clothing and a bodice.
"Mother!" He embraced her.
"Jareth, darling." She smiled and hugged him back. When he released her, she turned to Sarah and embraced her as well. "You must be Sarah?"
Sarah nodded. "Yes I am."
"Wonderful! Jareth has told me so much about you! You're just in time for lunch. Jareth?" Jareth was admiring Sarah and not really paying attention. Selene sighed and tried again, "Jareth?"
"Yes mother?" he said not looking at her but keeping his gaze on Sarah and smiling in a somewhat foolish way.
Sarah giggled. At least Jareth was genuinely admiring her and not ogling her. It was kind of cute.
Her giggle caused him to smile wider.
"Jareth!" His mother stomped her foot bringing Jareth out of his daze, he looked at her.
"What?" He looked at her finally, letting a tad of annoyance affect his tone.
"Could you take Sarah to one of the guest rooms in the ladies wing so that she can freshen up? The lavender room will do nicely. I've several dresses in that wardrobe I think will fit and suit her well." She suggested.
Jareth nodded and took Sarah's hand and led her out of the room. He looked down at her as he shut the door to the study. "Come on darling, you'll love the dresses. I promise." He chuckled at her sour expression.
"But dresses are so.........girly." Sarah made a face.
Jareth laughed as he led her up a very large winding staircase, "Isn't that the point?"
"It isn't exactly me." She muttered.
"I know. But, humor Mother for me. Just for a bit. I promise you will have plenty of opportunities to dress as manly as you like when you are Queen." He ducked as she swatted at his head.
"I'm not manly either." She huffed.
Jareth leered at her, "No, you're not."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Being High Queen suddenly sounds less fun than I thought."
Jareth squeezed her hand. "Well, I will try and make up for that." He said.
Sarah didn't say anything more, she only looked at Jareth in wonderment. He was actually being sweet. Endearing even. She thought about prodding him a bit to see if he would revert back to being the arrogant man he had always proven to be. But, she wanted this to last. So she kept her comments to herself.
The high castle was enormous, it took them what seemed like ten minutes to find the correct room. "Jareth, are you sure this is it?"
He chuckled, "Impatient?"
Sarah smiled, "Yes, I'm starving."
He smirked, "Worry not, this is the right room. I grew up here. We'll have you dressed and downstairs in no time."
They entered the room and Sarah gasped, it was one of the prettiest rooms she had ever seen, "Jareth this is beautiful!" The room was white with beautiful paintings of garden scenery in gilded frames, the bed itself was a rich, dark mahogany, the headboard was inlaid with carvings of fairy's and unicorns and beautiful flowers. The duvet was lavender, with gold and dark purple embroidery. She looked at Jareth, "Will I be staying here tonight?"
"If it is your wish." He said.
"Yes. I would love it." She nodded happily.
Jareth gestured toward the wardrobe and changing screen, "You should find all that you need over there."
"Aren't you going to wait outside?" She asked.
"Why?" He asked innocently and sat down on the bed.
"I just thought," She blushed.
"Sarah, there is a changing screen, go behind it." He laughed pointing to the changing screen.
"Oh! Right." She should have realized. She went over to the wardrobe and peered in. She pawed through all the dresses. With every dress she moved aside, she grew more discouraged. They were all frilly and had huge bows and ruffles and they were colored in bright pinks and yellows. She almost gagged at the sight of a pink ball gown with fabric roses sewn all over it. "Jareth, I wouldn't be caught dead in any of this." She grumbled.
Jareth got up from the bed and looked in. Even he made a face when he saw the horrible dresses. He closed the door and grinned down at her, "What are your favorite colors my love?" He said.
Sarah thought, "Lavender, Midnight Blue, Green." She named them off.
Jareth smiled, "Ah, those will suit you." He knocked on the door three times then opened it again.
Sarah looked in expecting the same awful dresses as before, only to be confronted with totally different dresses. "How did you do that?" She asked.
"I have my ways." He chuckled. He bent slightly and kissed her tenderly. Sarah was about to wrap her arms around him and deepen the kiss when he pulled away, a twinkle in his eye. "Do you like them?"
She took out an emerald green dress that was simple yet elegant. It had a somewhat low neckline, but she wasn't surprised. Considering its maker. "Yes. Thank you."
Prince Marius and Anyanka finished their lunch, and were walking in the gardens of the castle. Marius watched Anyanka as she smelled a light pink rose, "Sarah seems to care for you a great deal, to be so worried about your well fare." He commented.
Anyanka nodded as she straightened, satisfied that the rose did indeed smell sweet, "She's my best friend." She said simply.
"Ah, yes. Friends." Marius clasped his hands behind his back and continued walking along the garden path. Anyanka hurried to follow. He stopped when they reached the center of the garden, which was adorned with a rather beautiful fountain. Its waters poured from a pitcher being held by two exquisitely sculpted water sprites.
Anyanka watched Marius sit at the edge of the fountain. He seemed preoccupied. "Don't you have any friends?" She asked.
"I suppose that you would count my Cousin Jareth as my friend." He smiled at last and looked up into her wide hazel eyes. "But as a royal, one seldom has a chance for making friends. Play for me was fencing lessons and on special occasions, Jareth and I would run the labyrinth together."
Anyanka's mouth fell open, "You did that for fun?!" She couldn't imagine two small children trying to make it through that horrid place.
"Don't seem so surprised my dear." He grinned, "What better way for a future Goblin King and his predecessor to learn the Labyrinth, than to run it themselves? To learn its every secret, was one of our duties. We soon made a game out of it, he and I." He gestured for her to sit next to him.
She sat down and looked at him very seriously, "What do you plan on doing with me, your highness?"
Marius purred, "Anything you want me to."
Ignoring the innuendo she questioned him further, "I am not a prisoner here?"
Marius made a face, "Certainly not." He leaned closer to her, "I just wanted to get to know you a little better. And, your brother would not have let you come back for a visit."
Anyanka frowned, "What made you think that?"
Marius sighed as if explaining himself was pure boredom, "It seems quite obvious, doesn't it? The way he treats you, pushes you aside, scolds you like a child. How over protective of you he is. You are nothing but a naughty little girl in his eyes, to be kept in line."
Anyanka giggled, "And perhaps I am, at times." She admitted.
"That is not how I see you." Prince Marius reached up and traced a finger tip along her jawline.
Anyanka's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Tell me, dear Prince. How is it that you see me?"
The look in her eyes encouraged him to further elaborate, "You are indeed Naughty, I'll give him that. But not a child. Not by far. More like a wild thing." He locked eyes with her.
Anyanka's breathing became ragged , how beautiful his eyes were, a rich dark brown that nearly blended with the pupils of his eyes. She felt mesmerized by their warm depth and she felt as if she were falling. Instead of fainting however, she kissed him.
He seemed surprised at her boldness, but soon recovered and he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her to him roughly. The kiss deepened.
Sarah held up the dress behind the changing screen and looked at it. "Thank you again," She called to Jareth.
Jareth was sitting back on the bed. His legs crossed and his eyes fixed on the changing screen. He wondered if she knew that he could see bits of her between the cracks of the divider. He grinned. This was going to be exceptional. To say the least. "Oh, you're quite welcome. Trust me, it is you who is doing me the favor. I don't think I've seen you in a dress, except that once." He remembered fondly.
Sarah unlaced her Bodice and took it off. She tossed it over the top of the screen. Then cringed as it made a noisome "thwack" on the painted wood. "I was never sure who's imagination that gown was a product of, yours or mine."
Jareth grinned as he spied the first bit of clothing being removed. "Well darling, had its creation been mine, you would have been wearing much less, don't you agree?"
Sarah snorted in an unladylike way and she removed her shirt and shift.
Jareth watched in fascination, there was a flurry of material and then a creamy shoulder. This was soon followed by the profile of a milky white shapely breast, abdomen and pleasantly rounded hip. His breath caught in his throat. 'Dear Gods she is heavenly!' He thought.
"Did you say something?" Came Sarah's voice.
"No." Jareth's voice was dry and cracked. He looked upwards to the ceiling to try and gain a modicum of self control, before he tried to burst past that screen and ravish her against the wall that lay behind.
Sarah frowned, she turned and peered through the cracks in the screen, he seemed to be admiring something on the ceiling, "Are you alright?" She asked.
"Yes, thank you." He took a deep breath, when he leveled his gaze back to the screen, Sarah was no longer peering through it, and the beautiful landscape that was her body was being covered with undergarments from a small side table that was back there. Soon over these clothes she slid the green dress up over her shoulders. He almost let out a sigh of relief. How torturous it was to glimpse such a delicious temptation and not be able to possess it fully.
Finally, Sarah stepped from behind the screen, she looked lovely, The hem came to the floor but failed to cover the fact that her feet were bare. "Would you lace me up in the back please?" She asked quietly and held her hair up as she turned around.
He nodded and tried his best not to fumble through the operation. Such complicated things womens garments. That and he was distracted by the graceful lines of her neck, the way a few strands of her up swept hair lay softly against her skin. Her scent was soft and womanly. He smiled and he produced a crystal, concentrating, he coerced it into an intricate heart pendant. The chain was gold, the heart was not only gold but strands of gold and silver interlaced with one another. He placed it about her neck and hooked the clasp in the back.
Sarah put her hand on the necklace and went to look at it in the vanity mirror. "Jareth, its lovely."
"My heart, has always been yours." He said simply.
Sarah sighed and turned to look at him, "Oh, Jareth I-" He stepped forward and put a finger to her lips, silencing her gently.
"Not now, darling. For now, I shall take only your friendship, if you would but offer it to me?" He looked down into her sparkling green eyes, for a moment he thought he saw something, akin to love. It was fleeting. But he clung to hope, that it would return.
She smiled at him, "I do, gladly." She stroked a finger lightly over the pendant, "Thank you for the wonderful gift."
He nodded and then looked down at her feet, "Does my Gypsy Princess intend on taking lunch in her bare feet? What is it that they say at some establishments in your world? 'No shirt, no shoes, no service'?" He grinned.
Sarah giggled, "Ah, yes. Where can I find footwear in this joint?"
In the receiving room of one of the chambers in the men's wing of the High King's castle, one of the council members sat taking his afternoon tea. He was a tall fae, his features were hard and cold and mercurial, he was not handsome, but then, such was not a requirement of those in power. He sneered, and he would stay in power. A knock at his door brought him out of his brooding thoughts, "Enter." He commanded.
Slowly the door to his chambers opened and the head of one of his fellow council members peeked in. "Are you alone, Demetri?" The man's voice was barely above a whisper. He was short and rotund, almost an oddity amongst Fae.
"Ah, yes. You may come in Bernard. We are alone." He ushered the man into the receiving room and gestured for him to join him.
Bernard nodded his thanks and sat down at the small table and watched Demetri pour him some tea. "I've come to tell you that he succeeded in bringing the girl here." He held up his hand to indicate that the cup was filled to his liking.
Demetri stopped pouring and then gestured to the sugar, "One lump or two?" He asked, ignoring for the moment what the other man had just told him.
"Two, please." Bernard fidgeted nervously as he awaited his hosts response.
Demetri plopped two cubes of sugar into his guests tea, and then picked up his own cup of tea and saucer and took a sip. "I suppose you see this as a complication, yes?"
Bernard put his own tea down and twitched nervously, "It was not part of the original plan. She was never supposed to come back with him and agree to the betrothal. Twas the whole purpose of causing the events that sent the changeling back. She was supposed to hate him. Not come to him of her own free will!" The shorter man scowled.
Demetri smiled calmly, "There is still the trial."
"You intend on sending her through that barbaric test?" Bernard stared at him in disbelief.
"Oh no, not I." Demetri shook his head. "The high court will soon receive a motion that she must in fact be immortal in order to bear King Jareth an heir."
"And what daft fool will be making that motion?" Bernard narrowed his eyes at Demetri, fearing it would be him.
"His own Mother." Demetri laughed cruelly.
"Are you mad? She would never jeopardize his happiness over a such a small technicality as the mortality of a human." Bernard finished his tea and waited for Demetri to explain himself.
"Aren't they one in the same? The Lady Sarah's years are only perhaps half a century longer or more. Such a short time for Fae. And in that time she shall age and then weaken and die. Do you honestly believe that any mother would let her son watch the woman he loves die, if there wasn't some hope that it could be prevented? Would she honestly let him live long centuries alone? I think not."
Bernard shook his head, "And how are you going to convince her to make the motion?" He asked incredulously.
"She already has." Demetri said smugly.
"She what?" Bernard almost fell out of his seat.
"I mentioned to her that Sarah may not provide an heir to the King in the short span of her mortal life. After all their childbearing years are not long lived. And it would be a pity to have the council as a standing body of governance. Especially when such could be avoided." Demetri finished he own tea.
"She is aware of the risks, is she not?" Bernard asked.
"Of course, but she labors under the assumption that Sarah loves Jareth. So it should be easy. After all, that is all one really needs to ensure success." Demetri shrugged. "However my sources tell me that She does not in fact love the King." He smiled at the shorter council member.
"You are a devious man." Bernard said in an uncomplimentary way.
"Thank you." Demetri grinned.
Sarah and Jareth found Selene out on the terrace that bordered the Gardens. "Ah, there you are. I had thought perhaps lunch would have to become dinner." She gestured for them to seat themselves and then she motioned for the servants to bring them the meal.
"Sarah took some time in the wardrobe, Mother. Apparently there were still things in there from when the Countess Camille was here." He said nonchalantly.
Selene made a face, "I do apologize Sarah, I had thought my servants would have made the Wardrobe change out those clothes long before now. Apparently it couldn't get her bad taste out of its mouth, so to speak." She giggled.
Jareth rolled his eyes at his mothers exceedingly bad joke, and instead changed the subject. "So now that Sarah has agreed to courtship mother, I thought perhaps, when marriage is agreed upon we could have the wedding in the forest of light." He suggested.
Selene nodded, "The elves shall be pleased. And Sarah shall make a beautiful bride." She reached out and squeezed Sarah's hand.
Sarah smiled at her pleasantly, "Of course that's assuming that the courtship goes well." She said.
Selene removed her hand from Sarah's in confusion, "Of course it will, you are after all, madly in love with each other, are you not?" She looked back and forth between the two.
Jareth shrugged, "We're going through courtship first, Mother. I do not wish to rush Sarah's decision."
Selene gripped the edges of the table and took a deep breath to steady herself. "Oh no, what have I done?" She whispered.
"Mother? Are you alright?" Jareth reached out and laid his hand on her shoulder.
"No my son. And neither will Sarah be. Once the consequences of my actions are brought to bear." She looked at them both apologetically. "I have evoked a motion for the trial."
"You did what!?!?!" Jareth shouted and shot up from his chair knocking it to the ground. "Mother, how could you?" He demanded. He moved as if he was about to strike her.
Sarah got up slowly and moved to step between them. Jareth glared at her, "Worry not beloved, I would not strike a woman, least of all the woman who birthed me. But had she been anyone else, I may have considered it." He growled and stalked off into the garden.
Sarah looked down at Selene, "What is this trial all about, that it has him in such a snit?" She asked.
Selene took Sarah's hand and pulled her down into a chair. "It could mean your death, or his. More than likely, yours. You must prove yourself, by completing a series of tasks. Three times you will be tested. You must choose correctly, each decision must reflect your love for him." Selene said sadly.
Sarah's heart ached for Jareth, if only she could love him, this test would be easy. "Suddenly I am not so hungry." She said.
Selene nodded, "Go after him. I, am sorry for this Sarah. Truly." Selene apologized again as she picked up the chair her son had knocked over.
When Sarah found Jareth, he was talking with a messenger and holding a piece of parchment in his hands. Upon seeing her the messenger asked to be excused and Jareth waved him off. He followed her approach with his senses but did not look up from the parchment.
Instead he reread the entire thing. "We are to appear before the high court in the morning. Blast!" He threw the parchment into a shrubbery nearby and then looked up into her eyes. "There is still time, you can go back. We'll break off the betrothal and you can be free!" He said desperately, and took both of her hands in his.
Sarah looked into His mismatched eyes. He was so beautiful. A sudden pang in her heart told her that she could not leave him. Not now, not ever. But how to tell him? "No." She said.
"What?" He dropped her hands, "You can't be serious, Sarah! You'll die. Don't you understand?" He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "No, I see what this is. You think you need to save me, is that it?" He looked into her eyes and mistook what he saw there for pity.
He backed away from her angrily. "I don't need your pity, Princess. Obedience, tenderness, your love, those things I need. But not your pity. You can save that for Hogpen and Ludo!" He turned away from her.
Sarah rolled her eyes at his back,"I don't pity you, Goblin King. In fact I don't feel sorry for you whatsoever."
"Oh, you don't?" He mocked without turning to face her.
Sarah folded her arms a crossed her chest, "No, in fact I think that you're in a rather advantageous situation."
This got his attention. He looked back over his left shoulder at her, "Really? And what makes you say that?"
Sarah grinned, now she had him right where she wanted, "What better way for you to win my love than for me to have to fight for you?" She grinned.
Jareth chuckled, "Ah so, you have a need to play the heroine in our little story?"
Sarah suddenly found herself pushed up against a wall in the castle somewhere. She had no idea where she was. Only that it was a very dark and seemingly little used hallway. She looked up into Jareths eyes again as he pressed her body with his, "What are you doing?!?" She pushed at him, but he didn't budge.
Jareth chuckled sexily, his right hand planted by her left ear against the wall, he got a fistful of her rich dark locks with the other and held her firmly in place, "Impressing upon you, just what you are trying to save, my precious." He brought his lips down upon hers in a rough and demanding kiss.
Luca crouched behind a boulder and watched the Hobgoblins he had stumbled upon by accident argue amongst themselves. There seemed to be some sort of disputed between the Leader and one of his subordinates within the crude camp they had made.
"Blaarragh feh sneesh funuff slargh." Shouted the Subordinate.
"Grogh, we ain't going to the wastelands how many times do I got to tell you? We're going to the High Castle. I promised you sweetmeats. The Fae, they are sweet. Immortal flesh to feast upon until our bellies burst. We was promised by the council. Now, if you don't get back to your post, I will have you boiled alive!" The Hobgoblin leader shouted.
Luca gritted his teeth. 'So, these murderers intend on going to the castle do they? I'll just have to get out ahead of them and beat them to it.' He thought. He couldn't let them harm his Bengchai. Whether or not she felt anything for him. And he owed Jareth, and Jareth owed him. He slipped away, unnoticed by the Hobgoblins.
Jareth gently yanked her head back exposing her throat. He sampled the creamy skin, trailing hot kisses down her neck and nipping at her collarbone. "Jareth!" Sarah whispered huskily. "I need-" She
tried to articulate what it was that she needed, but she find the words the words.
He pulled back and smirked down at her, slowly with the fingers of his right hand he raised her skirt, when it was high enough he traveled up the length of her thigh with it and found that she was indeed dripping for him, "I can feel that." He smirked
Sarah moaned as he caressed her, "Please." She pleaded.
Jareth grinned, "Say your right words."
Sarah could barely find Jareths name in the lust filled fog that was her mind. And she said the only other phrase that she felt deeply, the only one left to her. Perhaps it would save her from this sweet torment. She did not know, she couldn't even really think about the words, she just knew that they were true, "I love you."
Jareth laughed cruelly, 'Ah so the little scab was wrong after all, she can in fact be won over by hormones.' Satisfied that he had won, at last. He dipped his head down to her neck and teased her flesh
again. "And there is one more thing my Sarah." He chided.
Sarah growled, "What?"
"I have power over you." He sucked gently on her earlobe.
Sarah bit her lower lip which was now trembling and squeezed her eyes shut. He did, dammit! "Damn you!" She swore.
Jareth laughed again, "Ah, but its true. Say it, say it Sarah." He commanded and pressed between her legs with his fingers. She shuddered against him.
"Please Jareth, no." She didn't want to give him that kind of control. And yet, she yearned for it.
"Sarah, don't defy me." He growled in warning and slipped a finger into her folds.
"You have power over me!" She cried out. "Please just stop tormenting me!"
"Good girl." He smirked, then he made a few quick movements that made Sarah curious as to what he was up to..
"Jareth-" Jareth swallowed her words with his lips and pulled the skirt of her dress up farther. Then he picked her up pushed her against the wall and entered her in one smooth fluid motion, tearing past her maiden head. He moaned as Sarah cried out in a mixture of shock, pain and pleasure.
While he waited for her to adjust to him, he kissed her neck and whispered into her ear, "I take what is mine. Your love, your virtue, your pleasure. Love me, fear me, do as I say, and I will be your slave."
"Yes," Sarah kissed him roughly, her need becoming too great to let him gloat over her any longer. "Now Jareth, please." She gasped as she broke the kiss.
Sarah's pleas caused him to shiver within her. No longer could he hold back from her. He needed her as much as she needed him. He started thrusting within her, trying to keep an even slow pace. Soon her cries undid him and he became rougher, with her final cry of release and her nails digging into his back, he lost control. "Sarah!" He roared, and she was claimed and so was he.