Warning: This chapter includes non-explicit references to intimate acts, including m/m and f/f, as well as the usual Sarah/Jareth sexual tension. As always, please review. :)
Credit: "The Goblin Market" for some stanzas.
The blue-grey light of the waning moon illuminated the quiet clearing with desolate shadows, that shifted restlessly through the long night hours. All around her, Sarah smelled the rich, heady scent of the ripe fruit, piled in the handcarts that ringed the clearing. She could almost taste the sweet juices, their scent hanging thick in the air, like a flavoured fog. Her mouth watered, every tastebud screaming to bite into the luscious fruit, tearing into the succulent flesh to sup upon the sticky juices within.
Shifting silently, she rose, her hand reaching for the apple on top of the cart nearest her, the silvery-grey moonlight giving the fruit an ethereal glow - a glow which should have warned her away from such tempting fruit, but only made her want it more. The sound of footsteps in the trees outside the clearing, made her pause, as deep voices murmured, growing closer with each passing second. Before she could make a move to escape, the voices grew louder, punctuated by a dark growling laugh that sent a shiver up her spine, her body torn between abject terror and lust. Dropping low behind the cart, she held her breath and peered between the small gap between laden fruit carts.
For a brief moment the clearing was thrust into darkness, while dark clouds caressed the moon, before drifting away once more, letting the shimmering orb cast its silvery-grey light once more into the clearing. Sarah's eyes were drawn to the dancing shadows upon the bare earth at the center of the glen, only to widen when the solitary figure of the Goblin King stepped from the silken shadows. The air in the clearing seemed to become heavy with his presence, weighing upon Sarah's lungs until she felt they would burst from the sheer weight his very being had in this place. Gripping the wheel of the cart to ground herself, Sarah felt her heart beat furiously within the cage of her chest, as if desperate to escape the bony confines that held it captive.
At first glance, he seemed almost angelic, his white-blond hair standing wild about his head artful disarray. A dark shirt clung to his arms, the front open and falling wide to reveal the pale expanse of his chest, shimmering with a faint sheen of sweat that gave him an air of supernatural beauty, as the moonlight caressed the smooth flesh and glittered off the embossed sigil that hung always in the center of his chest. Her fingers itched against the wood of the cart wheel, longing to stroke the bare swatch of chest revealed to her hungry eyes. He strode across the glen, each movement fraught with leonine grace, his bare feet making no sound upon the worn earth beneath them. Pausing in the center of the clearing, he slowly turned. For an instant she half expected to see feathered wings of his angelic nature to sprout from the angular lines of his shoulder blades.
Then she saw his eyes.
Glittering flashes of midnight blue that glowed briefly in the moonlight, that stole away her breath - and in that instant might have stolen her soul as well.
Within her a war raged between her desire to rise and go to him, and the need to flee the feral countenance before her that was both angel and demon - temptation made flesh in ways she never dreamed possible. Fighting to breathe, she nearly gasped aloud when he turned toward the edge of the clearing, his dark eyes falling upon Vanya.
Like night follows day, Vanya entered the clearing, barefoot like Jareth, and shirtless. As he crossed the clearing, Vanya reached out and plucked a dark red fruit from a cart. Goosebumps raced across Sarah's body at the sight of Vanya stopping near Jareth, his dark hair pulling loose from the usual sleek ponytail he wore. His bare chest was adorned with sweat, which glistened in the dim moonlight, illuminating the fine scarlet lines that marred his skin. Without a word, Vanya raised the fruit toward Jareth, his eyes dilated so far that seeing them was like looking into an eclipse, the intensity of which burned through Sarah's veins, to pool with liquid heat between her thighs.
Like a viper attacking it's prey, Jareth's hand shot out, twisting viciously into the back of Vanya's hair. Jareth jerked Vanya forward, until his lips were a mere breath from the vampire's. A low growl echoed around the clearing, met by a whimpered moan from Vanya, his eyes falling shut. Silently Jareth seemed to breathe deeply, testing Vanya's scent. Tilting his head, he flicked his tongue along the seam of Vanya's lips, a wicked sneer curling the corner of his mouth when Vanya's lips parted in response.
"You remember my rules… boy?" Jareth hissed, his own eyes nearly black as he gazed upon Vanya's upturned face.
"To...to the victor go the spoils," Vanya murmured, then groaned as Jareth tightened his hand further in the ebony tresses.
Sarah swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly like dush. During the sparring she had witnessed between the Goblin King and the vampire, she assumed Vanya was the dominant force. A wave of cognitive dissonance washed over her at the realization that Jareth held the power - a power that Vanya willingly yielded to him.
"Never. Forget," Jareth snarled. "I always win."
In the next instant he dragged Vanya closer and devoured his mouth, his tongue plundering the heated depths, even as his teeth nipped the silken lips, heedless of the razor sharp fangs that lie within. A needy whine rippled into the air, as Vanya's empty hand clutched at Jareth's bicep, the thin black material ripping under the vampires piercing claws. Lost to the demanding kiss, Vanya's other hand clenched around the fruit, the wickedly sharp claws piercing the firm flesh with a wet, tearing sound, red juices trickled along his fingers, to drip onto the ground.
Sarah fought down a whimper of her own at the sight, the pulsing between her thighs growing stronger, until she was sure it would be audible to the keen senses of the Fae and vampire. Surprisingly, they were so caught up in each other, that neither of them seemed to notice the voyeur hiding behind the fruit carts.
Abruptly releasing the vampire, Jareth chuckled darkly at the lust-glazed look in Vanya's eyes. Vanya's knees wobbled forcing him back a step, as he gazed at Jareth and offered him the dripping fruit without a word.
"A pomegranate," Jareth purred, taking the dripping fruit from Vanya's trembling hand. "Appropriate, my pet...don't you think?" Not waiting for an answer, Jareth turned his other hand over. "My blade, boy...the one you keep for your Master."
Biting her lip, Sarah swallowed a moan at the taste of iron that filled her senses, as she watched Vanya. His eyes never left Jareth's, even as he reached around to the small of his back and withdrew a silver dagger, the blade glinting coldly in the moonlight. With the blade laying open across his palm, Vanya offered it to the Goblin King. Jareth picked up the blade, examining it intently, his dark eyes seeking out any hint that his possession had been harmed while in the keeping of his pet. Satisfied, he lay the tip of the blade at the base of the vampire's throat, a show of power that was never permitted within the vampire court, even when the blade was wielded by the ruling monarch. Sarah's eyes widened at the display of submissiveness from Vanya - if any of his clan or any other clan were to see this, he would be shunned, bricked into a coffin and buried beneath the sea, leaving him to starve to death under the weight of the water.
"I know what you want to feel, boy," Jareth hissed, the cold words belied by the disconcerting sense of desire that underpinned them. "You miss the feel of leather around your throat - marking you."
Vanya's only answer was a soft moan, his eyes shutting once more at the feel of Jareth leaning forward and slowly dragging his tongue over the faint scar upon Vanya's throat - the mark Sarah had witnessed Vanya caressing in her bedroom, a mark which matched its twin upon Jareth's own throat.
The throbbing between Sarah's thighs intensified as Jareth sunk his teeth into the vampire's throat, eliciting a strangled sob from Vanya. When he drew back from Vanya, the scar was once more opened, tiny gems of blood welling up into the wound. Without warning Jareth ran the sharp tip of the dagger down from the base of Vanya's throat toward his sternum, a scarlet line marking his chest. Stilling the blade, with the tip still embedded within the vampire's flesh, Jareth's dark eyes watched patiently as crimson drops collected, pooling until their weight forced them to slide down the channel etched into the blade, drawing them toward the tang.
"You claimed a blood debt from Sarah - but never forget, you owe your blood debt to me."
Removing the blade from Vanya's chest, Jareth deftly sliced into the pomegranate, the skin splitting with a wet, squelching sound under the force of his blade. Burgundy flesh fell open like a wound that dripped it's own crimson life blood upon the Goblin King's bare feet and the dirt below them.
"We must not look at goblin men….We must not buy their fruits...Who knows upon what soil they fed...Their hungry thirsty roots?" he purred, his timbre of his laughter teasing Sarah's ears, making her knees tremble and her clit pulse with the want of him.
Cursing her mortal weaknesses and the Fae power of sexuality, she squeezed her thighs together tightly, and let her teeth pinch her lip until the sharp pain drew her back from the brink of sexual abandon at the hands of the Goblin King. She was no blushing virgin. After a decade traipsing through the veils and kingdoms of the Above and Below, she had been to her share of high festivals of such Dionysian excess they would put ancient Rome to shame for being too tame. Despite it all, nothing prepared her for this.
Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she watched Jareth's tongue slip past his lips, a velvet spike upon which she longed to impale herself - and any orifice would do, although she had one or two preferred places she would like to have that luscious tongue exploring. Shaking the dangerously errant thought away, Sarah held her breath and watched Jareth run the blade along his tongue, licking away the blood and pomegranate juices. A feral purr rumbled low in his chest as he flicked his tongue over his lips, red drops clinging to it before he sucked them within the warmth of his mouth.
Unmoving, Vanya stood pale and upright in the moonlight, a leather collar now appearing locked around his throat. Jareth stepped closer to the dark vampire, silently snaking his arm around Vanya's back and drinking in the way he shivered, a needy moan sneaking past his lips. Tucking the blade into the holster at the small of Vanya's back, Jareth dug his fingers into the pulp of the pomegranate, the juices streaming thickly over his fingers as he scooped up the succulent pips.
"Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices...Squeez'd from goblin fruits for you...Goblin pulp and goblin dew… Eat me...drink me… love me true…"
Lips parted to whimper, Vanya gasped as Jareth forced three fingers past them, pomegranate pips and juice dripping from the vampire's chin. Obediently Vanya swallowed the fruit, his hungry moan louder as Jareth slowly worked the three fingers in and out of the vampire's pursed lips.
"Good to know you haven't forgotten all that you learned from me, boy."
Sliding his fingers from Vanya's lips, Sarah heard the squelch as he scooped more succulent pips upon them and sucked them into his own mouth. Entranced by the sight, Sarah licked her own lips watching the entrancing way the crimson juices stained his lips and dripped down his chin to drop upon his chest. Sucking her lip as if to suck upon the sticky-sweetness of the pomegranate juice, Sarah heard a hungry moan of longing, then froze when two pitch black orbs flicked open, staring straight at her hiding spot. A block of ice settled into the pit of her stomach, where the heat of need had been only a moment before.
"Peeping at Goblin Men, Sarah dear?"Jareth tisked, his lips twisting into a wicked smile. "We mustn't look at Goblin Men...we mustn't taste their fruit. But you want to taste, don't you Precious. To feel the pips burst upon your tongue, teasing your senses, as the juices run over your lips and tongue, dribbling down your chin to fall upon the succulent swell of your breasts. You long to know the taste of my goblin fruit," he purred, his voice low and soothing, hypnotic as he painted the picture her lust-addled mind most wanted to hear.
Without thinking, Sarah rose and stepped into the moonlight, her eyes no longer upon the tempting face of the Goblin King, but the dripping promise of the pomegranate.
"Come buy...come buy….the fruit is sweet…," he crooned, scooping up more pips upon his fingers, his eyes glittering wickedly in the moonlight. "Do you want it Sarah?"
Reaching for the fruit, Sarah moaned when he pulled it away, offering her only the pips upon his fingers. "There are rules for those who partake of my fruit little Sarah. Rules for those willing to pay the price. Are you willing...precious girl?"
Jareth's fingers curled inward, beckoning her closer. She could smell the sweetness of the fruit, and see the scarlet juices staining his pale hands - and in that moment, she was lost to him. All reason fled as she grasped his wrist, pulling his hand forward and engulfing his fingers in her greedy mouth. Sucking and licking, she gorged herself upon the taste of both the luscious fruit and the Goblin King's flesh, the sound of his soft laughter surrounding her, as he pulled her close.
"We must not peep at Goblin Men...we must not buy their fruit…"
His words whispered inside her mind, just as the sweetness of the fruit lingered upon her lips. In the next instant she felt the sharp sting of teeth piercing the side of her neck, the sudden pain giving way to euphoria as her body trembled violently. A steely arm pinned her to the firm body of the Goblin King, holding her tight. Flashes of light and color burst behind her eyes, with each crashing wave of orgasmic bliss that flood through her, rushing outward, only to begin again, until she was screaming soundlessly into the night, with each pull of his mouth upon her throat.
Then…. There was nothing.
~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~
"Holy fuck!" Sarah gasped, her eyes flying open to velvet blackness. Blinking, she shivered as her eyes adjusted, the deep purple lace canopy that hung over her bed fading into focus.
For several moments she lay there, still shuddering from the intensity of the orgasms that had rushed through her in her sleep. As her breathing started to slow, she felt the ache in her hands and groaned, forcing her fingers to release the sheets, where she had twisted the material tight in her fists. Beneath her, the buttery cotton was damp with sweat, sticking to her clammy skin, grown cool with the passing of her arousal. Feeling her heart still racing in her chest, Sarah moved her hand to pull up the covers, only to moan as another rush of pleasure tore through her, leaving her breathless once more. "Bloody Hell…" she moaned in surprise.
Her first orgasm had felt like this, intense in its ferocity, as it seemed to take over her body, leaving her a sweating, shuddering wreck, twisted amongst the sheets of her teen age bed - and it too had involved Jareth. The night of her victory over the Labyrinth, she had dreamed of the Goblin King, an angry, vengeful Goblin King who chose to take out his anger on her by claiming her body and soul. From that night on she craved his touch and the only way to slake that hunger was to pleasure herself. But it was never the same. She dabbled with mortal boys from the time she turned 15 until her 16th birthday, but their sweaty, drunken fumblings were no match for the Goblin King who still haunted her dreams. Once she found her way through the mists to the Underground, she managed to find pleasure with a few partners here and there, but orgasms were becoming few and far between, no matter how 'experienced' and attentive her partner was. Finally, she gave up. The only pleasure she found now was in her dreams with the Goblin King - not that she'd ever admit that to a living (or unliving) soul, or at her own hand...and even that was getting to be harder to achieve.
Breathing deep to quell the racing of her heart, Sarah noticed the strong scent of rain soaked soil swirling around her. A quiet smile curled her lips as she rolled toward the chair near the window, the damp sheet falling down to expose her bare breasts to the chill of the night air in her room.
"You could have joined me," she laughed quietly, a slender hand running through her hair, flipping it back over her shoulders. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of the room, falling upon a shadowy figure in the arm chair.
"Actually, the view was quite interesting from this vantage point," Zora murmured, her voice soft and melodic. "Must've been some kind of dream to get you to come like that."
Smiling at the faint edge to Zora's voice which spoke of the vampire's arousal and jealousy, Sarah felt her cheeks flush hotly. Their relationship had been brief and deliciously sensual, but was in the past - for the most part. There were still times when either or both of them needed the comfort of a friend. So the intimacy remained, not that Sarah was bothered by it. "
Yeah...it was intense. No sense lying about it. I know you can smell it."
"Indeed...and it is quite intoxicating," the Matriarch purred, then tilted her head, her tone colder when she spoke. "I don't recall you ever smelling quite so sweet for me, Saranka?"
Sarah bit her lip and glanced at the clock. 4:00 am. Sighing, she wondered why such things always seemed to happen in the quiet hours before dawn. "Zora...don't start. You know I have… difficulty with that. I'll take it however it comes, even if I'm asleep when it happens." Sarah sat up, pulling her silk robe up the bed and sliding it on, then flicking on the bedside lamp. "What brings you here at this ridiculous hour?"
Rising from her chair, Zora moved toward the bed, lounging at the foot as she studied her friend and sometime lover. Sarah's face was flushed with excitement, sweat glistening lightly across the swell of her breasts. She looked delectable, yet there was something Sarah was holding back. Shrugging, Zora stretched out her legs, leaning her back against the foot-board, the leather of her pants creaking faintly in the early morning silence of the room.
"A little bat told me the Goblin King was here. I'm merely here to protect the interests of the clan."
Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her peaked nipples from the vampire's keen eyes. Her lips pulled to a tight line at Zora's implication. "Oh for fuck's sake, Zee! I'm probably the best protected mortal in the human world, not to mention one of the more deadly mortals both Above and Below. I'm fine. Besides, Jareth means me no harm. He's here for help." Seeing Zora's eyebrow rise, her dark eyes glittering red with interest and a hint of jealousy, Sarah shook her head, "No, that is all I will say on the matter. Confidentiality and all that."
Zora tilted her head, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she regarded the human. Shifting, she crawled up the bed toward Sarah, keenly aware of the way the mortal woman's breath stuttered in her throat, her heartbeat clearly audible to the vampire's sensitive ears. Tenderly, she caressed Sarah's cheek, leaning forward until her lips were a mere hairs-breadth from the creamy flesh. Breathing deeply, Zora purred low in her throat as she drank in Sarah's scent, the delicate pheromones telling her what she wished to know.
"I hate it when you do that, Zee," Sarah grumbled, pulling her head back and shoving the vampire away. "Either kiss me or back the fuck off. I don't need you acting like a jealous lover just now."
Ignoring her, Zora sat next to Sarah, leaning against the mountain of pillows that were piled at the head of the bed, her eyes dark upon her kindred. "There is no guise upon you, Sarah. No oath. No claim. So why be so tight-lipped over the Goblin King's request of you?"
"I protect friends, just as you do."
Zora's eyes narrowed further, her deep red lips pulling tight in a frown. "You claim the Goblin King… Crown Prince… Lord of the Labyrinth and Guardian of the Unwanted as…a friend?"
Taken aback, Sarah paused then gave a hesitant nod"Um… yes? Why does everyone find that so odd?"
"Claiming him as friend gives him power over you, Sarah. And voicing it makes it a binding magical contract."
Waving the vampire queen's comment away, Sarah muttered, "Yes, I'm aware of that. I've had my share of dealings with Underground denizens."
"But the power goes both ways. It gives you power over him as well. That is a double-edged sword. Be wary of that. If he wanted, he could use that power and the contract to force you to do… well...any number of things. Be on your guard."
Silently, Sarah considered the implications of what she had done. During her ten years traveling the mists, she had gone out of her way to avoid running into Jareth or even letting him find out about her existence in his world, and here she had claimed him as a friend twice in the last twenty-four hours - and he had heard the claim one of those times. Letting her claim him as a friend, meant Jareth knowingly gave her power over him, but her claim gave him power as well. In hindsight, the fact that he knowingly accepted the claim puzzled her. It was not something done lightly in the Underground, yet he made no move to counter the claim.
"Hey, what's the deal between the Goblin King and Vanya? They were involved, I know that. But Vanya mentioned something about the Waraschprunga. I've never heard you two mention it before, or your clan."
Zora's mood visibly darkened, her jaw tightening. "The relationship between them is something that neither has spoken to me about. I have my suspicions based upon how they act, but no proof. As for the Waraschprunga, it was a war between the Fae and the Nephilim. My family was caught in the middle. We have always been loyal to the Fae, especially those of Jareth's line. Yet our clan descends from both Fae and Nephilim. Jareth insisted Vanya choose a side, so he did...the side of our Father - with the Nephilim. Whatever their relationship was, the Waraschprunga ended it. It took years for them to speak to one another again."
Sarah rubbed a hand over her face trying to reconcile the relationship she saw in her dream with what Zora described. Shaking away the thoughts that roiled restlessly through her mind, she sighed. "I'll never get back to sleep now. Want to work off some energy?"
Zora's burgundy lips twisted into a dark smile as she nodded. "I thought you'd never ask."
~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~
There were things Jareth detested about the mortal plane. Iron for instance. It was inescapable. Everything was either made of it, supported by it or carried it in some way - even humans. He understood the mortal need to use it for things, but it didn't make-up for the low-grade pain that being around such quantities of the noxious stuff caused for him. Mortal food was another thing that he hated about the human world. Their food often had no taste at all to Fae tongues. If human food had a taste, Jareth's thought it could best be described as… grey.
There were many things he disliked about the world Above, tut the thing he hated most about traveling the mortal plane were the dreams.
Dreams.
Humans took them for granted as simple vignettes conjured up by an overactive mind during one's sleep. And for humans, that was generally all their dreams were. However for the Fae, and many other Underground races, dreaming was anything but simple. Fae rarely were visited with dreams when Underground and when they did, they were always prophetic in some way. But for one such as Jareth, dreams were far more rare and always prophetic.
Flashes of Vanya and the pomegranate flickered through his mind, until a sour feeling settled in his stomach. Their clandestine relationship had ended nearly a century before, yet that one dream reawakened a need he had thought extinguished.
Then there was Sarah.
Since she had defeated the Labyrinth, on the rare occasion that Jareth dreamed it always included Sarah, and always included having her screaming her release at his hands. Groaning, Jareth ran a hand down his chest, trying to ignore the throbbing length that demanded its own release. WIthin his mind he heard Sarah's words echoing with bitter clarity - 'It's not fair!'
Fighting the urge to provide the release he needed, Jareth rolled over, forcing his eyes shut, only to open them once more at the muted thud next door. A moment later there was another thud, closer to the wall this time. Sitting up, he blinked, his predatory senses coming forward as he listened. Faint thumps, grunts and growls reached his ears, followed by a louder bumping noise. His fingers closed upon a crystal as he pulled it from the air, frowning at the blackness that filled the shimmering skin. Cursing the strength of the wards he had placed upon the flat, he hurled the crystal toward the wall where it popped, and got out of bed. More thumping and grunting could be heard from the next room, piquing his curiosity since they were not accompanied by yells that would indicate an attack upon Sarah or her brother.
His footsteps were silent on the plush carpet as he left the room, ignoring the way the light material of his lounging pants teased his flesh, doing nothing to dissuade his erection. Pausing beside the partially open door, Jareth peered inside, a strange sense of heat flooding him at what he saw. Sarah lay on the padded floor of the room, her body barely covered in a pair of tight shorts, which left her lithe legs bar to his gaze, while the small tank top closely clung to the fullness of her breasts. Sitting astride Sarah's hips was Vanya's twin sister, Zora. Both women were flushed and panting.
Squirming, Sarah fought the supernatural strength of the vampire, to no avail.
"Give in, Saranka," Zora purred, leaning close enough to kiss Sarah. A low moan slipped past Sarah's lips as Zora's hips ground firmly against hers, teasing the still sensitive flesh. "Enjoying the show, Your Highness? Or did you want to join us?"
Tensing in surprise, Sarah's head turned, catching the movement of the door as Jareth nudged it open and stepped inside the training room. His hair was mussed, as if he had just woken up, but he still looked like the most sensual creature across the worlds, which was saying something since her vampire lover was holding her down.
Clearing his throat, Jareth waved a dismissive hand toward the two women. "I didn't want to intrude, although I'm surprised that Sarah doesn't have the common sense to lock the door to keep Toby from being exposed to such...intimacies."
Sarah snarled, turning to look at Zora as the vampire laughed at the Goblin King. With a grunt, Sarah slammed her hips upward, catching Zora off guard and flipping her onto the mat. In one smooth movement, she rolled and pinned Zora down, a hand upon the vampire's throat, her knees digging tight into Zora's ribs, while her feet locked down her legs.
"Rule number one that you taught me, never get distracted by pretty boys...or girls ," Sarah laughed, panting. Keeping her eyes on Zora, she smirked, catching sight of Jareth slowly walking around the two of them. "And we are not being...intimate, Goblin King. We are sparring."
Zora's laugh echoed with a strange timbre through the room, as her body relaxed into the mats. "This is the Goblin King, Saranka. As memory serves, his idea of a foreplay is sparring."
Arching an eyebrow, Sara glanced up at Jareth, his expression carefully neutral and disaffected. Her lips quirked upward as she regarded him, then grinned. "Hmm… good to know. I wonder if that counts for verbal sparring as well."
In that unguarded moment, Zora darted up and licked the tip of Sarah's nose, distracting her. Howling, Sarah scrambled off Zora, only to collapse in giggles upon the floor. Dark eyes sparkled mischievously, when Zora sat up, stretching her long legs out so that the tight shorts she wore clung to every curve of her slender form.
"Oh, he's quite the fan of oral sparring… in all it's many forms. Right Your Highness?"
Pursing his lips, Jareth crossed his arms over his chest and glared coldly at the vampire. "If I remember correctly, so do you Yannesh Vampyre. Although I am flattered you remember my...predilections."
Laughing warmly, Zora hopped to her feet, cupping Jareth's face and kissing him upon both cheeks. Silently, Jareth returned the kiss, then much to Sarah's continued confusion,, the Goblin King and Vampire Matriarch captured each other's lips in a kiss that was just a fraction to passionate to be a formal or 'ritualistic' greeting - and it was just this side of 'too friendly' as well. In fact, Sarah felt for an instant that she should tell them to get a room, or leave them alone.
A hot, festering feeling took root in the pit of her stomach, making her feel nauseated. The sudden realization that she was jealous. Witnessing her former lover kissing the Goblin King left her shaken. She had seen Zora kiss others before, and had even seen her participate in various hedonistic celebrations which included the vampire queen having sex with others - none of which bothered Sarah. But seeing Zora kissing the person she had hoped would be the first to kiss her, left Sarah off balance. Swallowing heavily, Sarah coughed, a sense of relief spreading through her when they broke their kiss.
"I see you two are quite familiar terms," she muttered, fighting to keep the jealousy out of her tone, but failing where her words were concerned. "I guess what they say about Vampire and Fae sexual mores is correct….both races fuck anything willing...and probably unwilling too."
"I assure you, there are more than enough willing partners to make taking someone unwilling, completely pointless," Jareth drawled with a sly smirk, his pale eyes narrowing at the bitterness in Sarah's words. He expected many things from Sarah in seeing his kiss Zora, but the icy chill of bitterness was not one of them.
Laughing Zora slid her arm around Sarah's waist, pulling her close and kissing her cheek with easy familiarity. "Don't be jealous, Saranka. Jareth and I have known each other for centuries now."
Tensing at the caress, Sarah looked from Jareth to Zora, her lips pinching in a slight frown. "I take it that he's had both you and Vanya both at some point."
Zora grinned and tilted her head, her blood red lips twisting into a wicked smile as she gave Jareth an appraising look. "Yes...and he knows the offer still stands should he wish to take me up on it again."
A hum of magic burned in the air around Jareth at her words, his eyes flickering from pale blue to deep navy. Shivering inwardly, Sarah watched Jareth taking a deep breath, before the magic receded again. For a brief instant she wondered if Jareth wanted to accept the offer, but the speed with which he fought down the magical flood, made her think better of it. There was something else going on - something even Zora wasn't aware of.
"Thank you, but these days I prefer only to bed those who are unattached," Jareth replied, his words hard and cold. "Besides, I'd hate to break up a happy couple," he added, his tone colder now as he looked from Zora to Sarah.
Feeling her cheeks flush hotly, Sarah shrugged, trying to seem unaffected, while her jealousy writhed within her. "She's fair game if you want her. We are no longer 'an item' as they say Above."
Taking great delight in the awkwardness between the Goblin King and his Champion, Zora smirked knowingly and laughed. "Sarah, you stink of sweat and your own need. And Jareth appears to have… other problems that should be taken care of," she purred, eying the bulge that was still clearly visible beneath the thin Elven linen of his lounging pants. "I see you still enjoy a bit of voyeurism, Jareth." Before he could do more than open his mouth to retorst, she continued, "Anyway… you two need to take care of your issues… either together or separately. However, I'd suggest together. A shower for two would be far more enjoyable for his problem than a cold shower and his own hand, and by the veils, you would benefit from a good shag too, Sarah. It's been far too long, darling," she quipped, heading for the door of the training room. "I'm going to make breakfast and see the twerp off for his weekend with Diangela for lessons. Go do what you have to do will you? The stench of need in here is worst than a Troll brothel!"
Sarah spluttered inarticulately, her face practically glowing with embarrassment. Fighting the urge to fling fairy fire at the retreating figure of the Vampire Queen, Jareth felt his cock twitch at the thought of Sarah helping him with his 'problem' after the willing way she gave herself over to his power in his dream. Before he could move to leave the room or speak to Sarah, Zora poked her head back into the room.
"By the way, I've brought fresh pomegranates from the Caringel for breakfast. I know you both like them."
As one Jareth and Sarah's heads snapped up to look at her.
"Pomegranates…" Sarah gasped, her cheeks burning hotter still at the curious look Jareth gave her.
"Pomegranates…" he murmured thoughtfully, his pale eyes pinning Sarah in place with a studious gaze.
"We must not peek at Goblin Men...we must not eat their fruits," chirped Zora as she retreated down the hall, leaving Sarah and Jareth alone in the training room.
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