Their wedding ceremony was long and winding, as was the fae custom, their vows of fealty, loyalty and love to one another covering every possible eventuality.
Sarah felt as if she should be paying more attention to what she was swearing herself to, but all her mind could focus on was her up and coming wedding night.
She bit her lip when he pulled off the glove from her left hand, his own bare fingers teasing her own sensitive digits. He pressed a kiss to her ring finger before sliding on the wedding band, and she repeated the motion with the ring that she'd had made for him. They were magical rings – rings that bound them together, sealed them as one as opposed to a pair – cut from the same gold, moulded in the same forge, set with the same jewels. Hers was slightly daintier than his; a thinner band, smaller jewels, but it was perfect. He intertwined her fingers with his and Sarah exhaled sharply at the feel of their magic connecting, joining, mating in the air around them.
Jareth's hand was hot above hers, and when he leaned in to lift her veil and seal their union with a kiss, she melted under his touch, half falling into his arms as her knees grew weak beneath her.
"How are you feeling?" he murmured against her lips, and Sarah shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes burning into his.
"Anticipant," she breathed, feeling more like her fifteen year old self than ever in that moment, "And annoyed."
"Annoyed?" Jareth parroted, smirking at her flustered expression, "Whatever for?"
She leaned towards him further, her lips resting beside his ear. "I don't want to sit through a banquet now. I want to go to bed." She pressed a kiss to his earlobe and curtseyed before him. "Now, if my lord and husband will excuse me, I must pay my respects to your family."
He watched her depart with a devious smirk; little minx had no idea what she was toying with. He wasn't about to let her control him tonight as she had done on the night of her coronation, but he was very much looking forward to the challenge of cajoling her into submitting to him.
...
Sarah sat back on her ornamental throne, sipping her wine and enjoying the slightly drunken buzz that hummed in her veins. She needed the drink as a painkiller, as something to sooth her nerves and fears. Though she was rather pleased with how things had happened – she had her own country and a husband – she couldn't help but feel twinges of regret that her father hadn't been there to walk her down the aisle, that Toby hadn't carried the wedding rings up to the altar, that her mother hadn't been there to see her get married. But then she looked around, looked at all of the people gathered in their palace to celebrate the union of two powerful realms and the joining of their hearts – she wouldn't admit that she loved him, not yet anyway – and sighed happily, feeling content in herself.
"...I hate her," a voice snarled to her left, "Look at her, sitting on my throne, drinking his wine like she owns the place."
Sarah's eyes flickered up and she met the gaze of a red haired fae woman. The woman was undoubtedly beautiful, with large breasts and wide hips but still slender, and she clenched her teeth as she was forced to courtesy to her Queen.
Sarah gestured that the woman should approach her, and smirked when the red head scowled but was compelled by magical law to obey.
"You," Sarah said, "Who are you?"
"Elena, The Duchess of Griolan," the woman replied smartly, "I was the Goblin King's companion, up until recently."
Sarah straightened in her throne and raised an eyebrow. "His whore, you mean?"
The woman looked murderous. "In a manner," she muttered, her face colouring red at the insult. "He called it love, he wanted to claim me, and yet he married another."
"He is a King," Sarah pointed out, sipping at her wine, "You are a nothing."
"You were a nothing, once upon a time," the red head hissed, "A mere mortal, a weak little human. We don't forget about your pathetic past quite so readily, Majesty. And we do not forgive you for it."
"Then it is lucky that it is not up to you to forgive me," Sarah said with a shrug. "Your father swore his fealty to me, as did your brothers, uncles, cousins... And you spoke of me sitting on your throne; tell me, is there a throne big enough to sit your large backside on? I must admit that you do not seem like Jareth's usual type... You are a little rounder than he prefers. His Majesty's past bedmates are of little consequence to me, in any case." The Queen stood and approached her now-shaking subject, staring her dead in the eyes. "But if I ever hear of you speaking in such terms of my husband again, I will wipe you from the face of the planet. Do not seek to covet what is mine. I will tear your limbs from your body with my bare hands. I will cut your throat with my wedding ring and bathe in your blood," Sarah promised her, her voice low and deadly. "For the King is mine, and mine alone."
"Not without a blood claim," the woman ground out, "Not without your mark on him."
Sarah brushed off this comment. "That will be rectified shortly." She smiled down at the shorter woman. "You do not intimidate me, Duchess of Griolan. I am your Queen, and you will bow to me." Expectantly, Sarah raised an eyebrow, the weight of her gaze pushing down on the back of the Duchess until she was knelt at her feet. "You may as well stay on your knees; I am sure you have many men to service this night."
"Yes, your Majesty," the Duchess whispered angrily, "I will not forget our conversation."
"See that you don't," Sarah replied with a smile, "For I will remember. And take me at my word, little Duchess; I am not a merciful woman."
...
He watched her exchange with the red head gleefully, watched Sarah tower over the woman – whose name he couldn't remember – and saw the underlying anger in Sarah's position. He allowed himself to be swept into a dance by another lady, smirking at the young woman's flustered expression when he winked at her.
His smirk was wiped from his face, however, when one of his taller cousins pulled Sarah into a dance.
His lips pressed into a thin line as she laughed heartily at his jokes, as she spun around with his kin.
It took him less than two minutes to interrupt the dance, and when he did, he growled at her.
"What is your game, pretty thing?" he murmured into her ear, "Do you seek to make me jealous?"
"If that is what I seek then clearly I have succeeded," Sarah replied, smirking when he tugged her away from the dancing nobles and into a dark corner of the room, "Why, Jareth? Do you not like to see me with others?" Her innocent expression was betrayed by the fire in her eyes.
"Do not test me," he hissed at her, his hands tight on her waist as he pressed her against the wall, "I am not one to be toyed with."
Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her right hand clenched and she pulled on the blonde locks hard enough to cause pain. "I have met your whore," she said, her eyes darkening with anger.
"Which one?" Jareth sneered, "There are many here tonight who have shared my bed."
She pulled harder on his hair, drawing his face down. "You will not stray from me," she whispered softly, "For if you do, I will make your life a living hell."
"And how would you do that?" Jareth replied with a leer, glancing down at her heaving chest.
Sarah writhed on the bed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as a hard masculine body pressed down upon her. "Yes," she cried out, "Yes, there." The man lowered his head to her breasts and suckled, and Sarah arched her back in an effort to pull him closer...
"Enough," Jareth spat, "I have seen enough."
Sarah smiled at him lazily. "You fail to see, King of mine, that I do have a power over you that no other has; I have your heart. I have always had it, and I want to cherish it. I want to worship you, to wipe the memories of other women from your mind and replace them with thoughts of myself. But should you betray me," she gave another tug on his hair, "I will crush it. And then I will send in my armies to destroy your kingdom. My people are ambitious... they will not object to any war I seek to wage."
Jareth growled at her. "You dare to speak of such things on our wedding night?"
"Do you think I am happy about this?" Sarah hissed, "Do you think it is nice for me to know that you have bedded half of the women here?" Her angry facade slipped and Jareth saw the vulnerability underneath, "When I... I am not as experienced as they are."
His temper was alleviated, like vapour being blown away on a wind. He cupped her face in his hands. "It is you that I love, Sarah. That already puts you above them in my estimation."
"The woman... she spoke of you wanting to claim her."
Jareth shook his head slowly. "Never, in my long life, have I wanted to claim anyone. Until you."
Sarah felt the heat build inside her and bit her lip. "Then what are you waiting for?"
...
They were guided to his chambers with an entourage of nobles, his blushing mother among them.
The chamber was anointed as the 'fruitful heart of royal love' and Sarah rolled her eyes at the dramatics.
Jareth was quick to usher them all out, allowing his mother to give him a quick peck on the forehead, and when he turned to Sarah, she was standing on the balcony, gazing down at their now-joined kingdoms.
"The borders have shifted," she said quietly, sighing at the cool breeze.
"So soon?" Jareth asked, "It usually takes weeks for the realms to realign."
Sarah shrugged, closing her eyes and leaning her head back when she felt Jareth's arms wrap around her from behind. "I think it depends on the magical strength of the monarch."
"You are a Queen now," Jareth whispered in her ear, "My Queen."
"Yes," Sarah replied softly, sm,iling at the feel of his lips on her skin. "And you are my ruler." The words hung between them, and Jareth's eyes grew dark at the meaning behind them. "You have always been my ruler," Sarah admitted, "Even when I was a fifteen year old girl and I was terrified of you, you were my ruler."
"I thought I had no power over you," Jareth murmured, the tension thick between them.
Sarah shivered. "I lied." Her breath came in a wild gasp as Jareth bit down on her neck, not hard enough to make the claim but certainly enough to leave a mark. She turned to face him, thoroughly enjoying being pinned between him and the balcony. "You will take me here later," she told him breathily, her fingers crawling along his chest, "But I would claim you first." She smirked at the lust in his eyes and the set of his jaw. Sliding down to her knees, Sarah's hand came to rest on Jareth's inner thigh, no more than two inches away from his erection. "Here," she whispered, and tugged down his breeches.
His hardness sprang free and Jareth sucked in a breath at the feel of the cool night air on his length. Sarah's eyes widened in consideration; he was so big, and from her own exploration of her body there was no way it was going to fit inside of her.
Jareth raised an eyebrow at her expression and Sarah's mouth surrounded him instantly; she wasn't at all tentative or nervous. She grasped his balls in her hands and rolled them around betwixt her fingers, revelling in the noises that he made.
Jareth looked down at her, his cock deep in her mouth, and wondered if ever a man had been as happy as he was right then. He struggled to contain the movements of his hips, trying to remind himself that it was her first time and he should be gentle.
Sensing his inner turmoil, Sarah freed him from her grip. "Give yourself to me," she said huskily, "I want it all." She captured his length again, grazing along it with the tips of her teeth, and Jareth hissed in pleasure.
Their position was ironic, really; she on her knees, paying obeisance to him in the most carnal of ways, servicing him with her divine red lips, and yet she was also the one with the power, the control.
He thrust back against her and she moaned, taking him deep into her throat and increasing her pace. Her nails dug into the skin of his bottom and he groaned as her suction intensified.
He came with a roar, his seed releasing into her mouth and down her throat, and as soon as she had cleaned him up with her little tongue, she lowered her mouth to the spot she had spoken of and bit down into his flesh, her sharp teeth piercing his skin and drawing blood on the first bite.
It washed over her tongue and she moaned, feeling something ancient and powerful bubbling up from within her fae soul. Feeling her venom begin to penetrate his system, Jareth yanked her to her feet and returned the bite, only he chose the side of her neck, on the juncture of neck and shoulder, where it would scar and be seen. Her blood sang to him; he could taste her ecstasy, fear, longing, lust. Sarah mewled at the feel of his fangs, the sharp sting of his own poison only heightening her sense of pleasure, and she trembled against him, her fingers pulling his mouth back to hers. Their lips mashed savagely together; there was nothing beautiful or poetic about the Claim - it was brutal, painful, and for the two lovers on the balcony it was only the beginning. Their blood mixed in their mouths and Jareth was hard again in an instant.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her into his room, depositing her on the bed.
Her hands shook in his hair and he smirked against her, grasping hold of the front of her dress and tearing it down the middle. She reached for him, pulling at his shirt and clawing holes in the silk in her ardour. Her toes pushed his breeches down the rest of the way and he was hovering above her, bare and glorious. She opened her legs and wrapped them around him, locking their bodies together.
His gloved fingers teased her centre and Sarah reached down to pull the gloves off. Jareth's mouth descended on her wrists and she cried out as he tore off the white silk encasing her hands. Magic hummed in the air around them, and Sarah moaned as the head of his cock brushed against her.
She looked up and Jareth was staring down at her, his fingertips grazing along her naked body. He touched her as if she was made of porcelain, as if she would break under his hands.
Sarah placed her hands on his chest and rolled them over, smirking when Jareth's erection bobbed desperately between their bodies. He gazed up at her adoringly, cupping her breasts with gentle hands. She had had enough of waiting; reaching between them, she aligned his hardness with her wet centre and impaled herself upon it with a hard downward thrust of her hips. He broke through her barrier and she cried out, the pain only intensifying the sudden pleasure. Jareth was silent, his breath coming faster and his eyes dark in his concentration to remain still.
He had never felt a body so tight, had never imagined it would be like this.
She was like an angel above him, breathless in her triumph, and he could only watch as she rolled her hips, experimenting with pressure and friction, until she settled on a slow, grinding pace. He gave a sharp thrust of his own and was rewarded by her tortuous moan, a delicious smile on her lips as she leaned forwards to kiss him.
The speed of her movements increased and her body bowed over his; Jareth wrapped his arms around her and began to move his own hips, faster, rougher, and Sarah was delirious. Jareth's lips brushed the bite on her neck and he moaned as her muscles suddenly contracted around him, exploding in a spasm of absolute ecstasy.
"Jareth," she moaned, "Oh yes!"
He continued his movements as her orgasm washed over her, and when she stilled, he rolled them over and hiked her legs over his shoulders.
She whimpered at this new position and Jareth hesitated. "Don't you dare," she hissed, still mindless from the pleasure, "I want it all, Jareth." To emphasise her point, she reached between them and brushed her fingers against the bite mark on his thigh. Jareth jolted at her raw magic touching the wound, and was powerless against the sudden instinctual demand for more. His thrusts became short and sharp, his hips grinding mercilessly into hers.
She reached up and raked her nails down his chest, drawing odd spots of blood along his perfect torso.
"Oh, God," she wailed, "Yes, Jareth, God!"
Somehow, Jareth managed to lean down enough to grasp her neck in his teeth, reopening the magical wound. He heard her scream and felt her muscles clench around him and could not hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he pushed himself into her, his own climax crashing down around him. He moaned loudly as his seed was released inside of her, collapsing beside her as he fought for breath.
They lay in silence for a while, Jareth half asleep as Sarah traced patterns along his wrist with her fingertips.
He rolled over onto his side to gaze into her eyes. "I love you," he said quietly, the sincerity in his tone knocking her off balance.
She stared back at him for a moment, feeling move vulnerable than she ever had. "I love you too." she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and climbed out of their bed.
"Where are you going?" Jareth asked her, feeling slightly wounded at her abandoning him but thoroughly enjoying the sight of her sashaying towards the balcony.
She turned to look at him over her shoulder and shrugged, a smirk gracing her lips. "I told you I wanted you out here, didn't I?"
"Does this ever end?" Sarah wondered absently, sighing at the ache in her thighs.
"Does what ever end?"
She leaned up to look at him, rolling her eyes when he glanced down to appreciate the cleavage she had just created. "This. Wanting you. All the time."
"It will never end for me," Jareth swore, rolling her onto her back and settling between her thighs. He nudged her knees wider and pressed the head of his cock to her opening. "It will never end for me, Sarah." He thrust into her then, and she arched her back off the bed, feeling the delicious stretch of her nethers.
He made love to her slowly, worshipfully, and when they reached a mutual earth-shattering climax, he kissed away the tears that leaked from the corners of her eyes.
"My little Queen," he said lovingly, "My little Sarah."
Sarah was crowned High Queen of the Underground in a lavish ceremony a couple of weeks after their wedding. She was given her crown by the Dowager High Queen - Jareth's mother - and smiled at the older woman as she knelt before her.
"All hail Queen Sarah, High Queen of the Underground," Jareth called out, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck. "Long life and happiness to her."
His blessing was called throughout the Palace, and bells were rung to announce her ascension.
Afterwards, Jareth drew his wife to one side. "I have a gift for you."
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "What kind of gift?"
"One that you will simply adore. One that I will thoroughly enjoy reaping plenty of rewards for," he growled into her ear.
"My lady!" a familiar voice called from behind him, and Sarah squealed as she peeked around Jareth to see the owner of the voice.
"Sir Didymus! Ludo! Hoggle!"
"Your Majesty!" Didymus crowed, bowing lowly before her, nudging Ludo to do the same. "It is most wonderful to see you again."
"Most wonderful," Hoggle echoed sullenly, his eyes fixed on the mark on Sarah's neck. "Are yer with him now then?" He jabbed a figure at Jareth, and Jareth stiffened.
Sarah laid a hand on Jareth's chest and pushed him backwards a little. She opened her mouth to reply, but Jareth cut her off.
"Married, actually," he said a little smugly, lowering his lips to the bite mark and smirking when Sarah shivered in spite of herself. "Why, is that jealousy I see in your eyes, Hogpig?"
"Hoggle," Sarah corrected, pushing him away from her and frowning at his behaviour. "I thought... I thought you'd all be mad at me. That's why I didn't come to you."
"More like yer weren't allowed ter come," Hoggle muttered. "Are you our Queen now, then?"
"Yes, she is," Jareth supplied again, glancing up at the time. He turned to Sarah. "I have business to attend to. Please, enjoy." He placed a chaste kiss on her lips and smirked at the anger that was still in her eyes.
...
He'd left her alone with her friends with the idea of giving her some privacy, of giving her some time to catch up with them without him there interrupting as he often did, but she would not allow him any time away from her.
From the minute he turned to walk away, the images had flashed before his eyes.
Their wedding night... Sarah taking him into her mouth... Sarah making her claim... Sarah's feelings as Jareth had made his...
He had been mindless with lust for over three hours when she finally entered his office, wearing a thin silk dress that clung to her body. "Did you miss me?" she asked him with a knowing smirk, approaching him with confidence. She had tied her hair up with a ribbon, baring her neck and displaying her mark.
"You know I did," Jareth responded, his voice low and dangerous. He stalked across his office and picked her up, depositing her roughly down on his desk. "You were very naughty today," he murmured, his fingers struggling with the buttons on the back of the dress. She leaned back on her elbows, moving the fastenings out of his grasp, and looked him up and down.
Her eyes focussed on his throbbing erection and she licked her lips. "Are you going to punish me, your Majesty?"
Jareth yanked her to her feet and spun her round, pulled her rear into sharp contact with his hardness. "I might." He shoved her down over the desk, drawing her dress up her thighs with gloved hands. She moaned as his covered fingers entered her from behind, writhing as he pinned her down with the other hand. "I rather like you like this," Jareth drawled, leaning over to speak into her ear, "Powerless, submissive, at my mercy."
"We both know I'm not powerless, darling," Sarah hissed in reply, feeling strong ropes of magic bind her to the desk, "We both know that I'm the one in control here, whether you want to admit it to yourself or not."
He bunched her dress around her waist and leaned over her to reach his riding crop, relishing in Sarah's excited shiver as she saw what he was doing.
"We'll see about that, precious," Jareth whispered, a sudden 'snap' filling the air as he brought it down hard on Sarah's rear. She grunted in pain, gritting her teeth against it, and then moaned when Jareth's cool hands soothed the sharp sting. "Aren't you going to count, Sarah? I'm going to spank you eight times - once for every naughty little vision you have so kindly placed in my head today."
"One," she ground out, every bone in her body electrified by anger and lust.
"You almost missed it," Jareth pointed out with a smirk, bringing his crop down again, harder this time.
"Two," Sarah coughed, flinching at the feel of it. She was wonderfully aroused by him taking control of her and it was making it hard to concentrate.
Another 'smack' sounded and Sarah hissed. "Three." Two more followed in quick succession. "Four. Five." Sarah fought against the restraints, trying to focus enough to break out of the magical hold that he had over her. Her struggling allowed Jareth to catch sight of her glistening centre, and she relished in his groan.
"Oh, yes, you are being very naughty today," he crooned in her ear, "And apparently you are enjoying your punishment far too much."
His crop hit her again, but between her legs this time. She cried out at the friction and arched her back, finally managing to breach his magic. "Six," she spat, trying to pull her arms apart.
"You almost missed it," Jareth remarked, using his crop again.
Sarah moaned in pleasure this time, her head falling down onto the desk with a defeated thud. "Seven."
"Only one more," he promised her, tapping her centre a final time.
"Eight," Sarah whispered, closing her eyes at the delicious burn the crop had left.
She moaned loudly as he suddenly filled her. His magic on her ceased, but his hands gripped her hips and kept her held over the desk. She reached out and gripped hold of the wood to keep herself still.
He was rough and punishing, taking all he wanted from her. Her thoughtless cries of pleasure spurred him on and he grabbed hold of her hair, arching her back against him. "Do you like this?" He hissed in her ear, "My using your body like a toy?"
"Fuck you," Sarah moaned, shoving herself back against him.
"You know you do, precious," Jareth went on, "You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" As if to prove a point, Jareth cruelly twisted her clit with his fingers, and she fell over the edge and into oblivion. "My beautiful little liar."
She somehow managed to reach beneath her body and through her legs to touch the bite mark on his leg. She scratched her sharp nails over it and laughed breathessly when Jareth released into her, biting down onto her shoulder.
"You're making it impossible for me to wear my hair up," she said with a smile, whimpering softly when he pulled out of her. She straightened and fixed her dress, reaching up to cup his face. "But I like it."
And with a swat on his rear, Sarah sashayed out of the room, leaving her baffled, speechless king staring longingly after her.