Hello. Sorry about the massive delay in my updating. Our network went down and didn't think I should upload this from my mother's computer...lol. Anyways, here i the next chapter, hope you enjoy it. Please R&R. xxx

As the cold grey light of the underworld dawn began to creep into the tower room, Jareth eased himself away from Sarah, stood and stretched. He crossed to the window and sat on the ledge, looking out across his kingdom. On an impulse he swung his legs over the sill and jumped, letting himself plummet to within a foot of the ground before transforming into an owl and soaring round the tower. He flew up so high that his breath was snatched away and his screech was lost in the howl of the wind. Wheeling, he turned and plummeted back to earth, pulling out of the dive just in time, talons catching at the surface of the loch that lay in the castle grounds. Jareth landed and shook the droplets from his magnificent feathers before taking off again and streaking back to the tower, and his Sarah.

Sarah awoke and blearily reached behind her, searching for Jareth. When she could not find him she rolled over, seeing the emptiness of the bed. Something tickled her. Sarah reached down the inside of her nightdress and pulled out the long grey feather that Jareth had stuck there after his arrival last night. Sarah smiled and raised it to her lips, kissing it. It tickled her which she liked, so she ran it gently between her lips, closing her eyes and inhaling the distinctly Jareth scent that clung to it.

"Enjoying yourself?" Jareth's voice was amused. Sarah's eyes snapped open. He was sitting astride the stone window ledge, one leg in the room, and the other dangling in nothingness. Sarah shuddered at the thought of the long drop down the side of the tower wall. Jareth laughed at her look of fear, but swung his leg over the ledge, standing to straighten his clothes.

"Good morning my dear." He crossed to her and ran his hands down her arms. Sarah grinned at him shyly. Suddenly Jareth snapped to action. "We have a lot to prepare before you meet the council. You must eat first I think. Goblins?" he called. A small Goblin meandered into the room, brushing chicken feathers off its hairy tunic. Sarah realised it was the first goblin she had seen since her arrival. "Some food for Sarah...and make it something edible."

The goblin grumbled up at Jareth looking sulky. "Well, get on with it. " Jareth bellowed at it. The goblin hesitated just a moment too long and Jareth send a flying kick in its direction, sending it flying neatly back out the door. He laughed at Sarah's look of concern. "Don't worry about him. You see they like it really. That's why they grumble, they know it results in a kick. Just like a kid in your world who knows it will get a sweet if it behaves." Sarah joined his laughter. "Right," Jareth turned to her, "better get the device fitted again while we wait, which will mean I can prepare things while you eat. No, don't worry," he added seeing the look of alarm on Sarah's face, "it's there for an entirely different function from yesterday. Although," he added after a moment's thought, "it's still probably not going to be very comfortable. You see," he continued, "one of the conditions on which I got you off with the whole circumcision aspect was that I make absolutely sure that you are thoroughly cleansed, both inside and out. I have to admit also, that the Labyrinth will not pass up this opportunity of getting her own back."

He smiled at Sarah and she smiled weakly back. To be honest, she was really very nervous about this, but when Jareth indicated to her that she should get onto the board she straightened her back and walked resolutely across to him.

"And Sarah my dear," he added, "you will need to remove your nightdress." He leered at her, looking forward to seeing and touching her body again. With an air of resignation, Sarah lifted the nightdress over her head, flinching as the heat of Jareth's gaze burned her skin. Jareth lifted one of Sarah's feet onto the foot rest, pushing his knee between her legs to separate them before lifting the other foot up and strapping them in.

"Do I need to strap your arms in," he enquired, "or can I trust you to hold on and not try anything stupid?"

"I won't do anything," Sarah assured him.

Jareth stared into her eyes for a few moments before nodding his acceptance. This time he was much gentler. He brushed his mouth across Sarah's, pulling away before any real contact was made. His breath ghosted across Sarah's lips as she moved her head forward in an attempt to follow him. Jareth did not react externally, but inside he was singing. She wanted to kiss him and be close to him. He lifted his hand and placed it on Sarah's cheek, his lips barely a centimetre from hers. He ran his hand down her neck, down the side of her breast, down her waist and all the way to her thigh. His hand slipped round the back and up to cup her bum, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her breath hitched. He knew he wouldn't have to do much more, but oh he was going to find it to stop. He wanted her here and now. Ever so gently he slipped his hand between her legs and felt the damp that had gathered around her entrance. She moaned slightly and tried to press further into his hand. This was nearly his undoing. Hastily he removed his hand, placing it at her waist. He leant his forehead against her's and held her until his breathing began to slow. Regretfully he tore himself away and went to fetch the device. Trying not to think too much about her proximity, the intimate way he was touching her, the little gasps she was making or the overpowering scent of her arousal, he bent and began positioning the device. He shook his head to try and clear it, for some reason he was finding much harder to control his emotions. After a few moments he thankfully stepped away.

As Jareth stepped away he realised his hands were very wet. He looked at them confused. He had made sure that she had only been just wet enough to take the device. He looked at her. Sarah was writhing and whimpering, clearly on the very edge of orgasm. Hastily Jareth tuned into the device, trying to discover what was going on. He would not let her cum for the first time without him inside her. Then he realised what had happened. The devise was pulsing, shifting and vibrating in her and around her, in time with his ragged breathing. Jareth cursed, and setting his mind to the task he stilled it, shrinking it to the smallest size it could go, removing all the pressure. Sarah moaned at the loss of the sensations within her, sagging forward and barely managing to hold on with her hands. Jareth quickly realised her ankles and caught her as she flopped forward onto him. Together they slumped to the floor, Jareth soothing and stroking Sarah's flushed cheeks, cradling her until the tides of passion began to web away. She was shaking uncontrollably so he rose and collected the blanket off the bed, wrapping her in it and smoothing her hair away from her sweat damp forehead.

Sarah's world was spinning. To have been so close to Jareth, to have felt the force of his passion, to have been taken right to the edge only to be denied at the last possible second – it was torture of the most exquisite kind. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath and opened her eyes. Jareth's concerned gaze met hers.

"You OK," he asked and his voice sounded shaken. Sarah nodded but wondered. If that build up was anything to go by, would she ever be able to stand it when he took her all the way. And the pain of not being able to finish... She looked up at him wonderingly.

The moment was broken when the door banged open and the grumbling goblin appeared again, this time carrying a tray with a mug and a bowl on it.

"Fetch this fetch that," muttered the goblin, "all for his highness. I don't know, what is the underworld coming to?"

He thumped the tray down and stumped out looking hopefully at Jareth, who merely waved him away. The goblin left looking crestfallen. Gently, trying not to shift the device too much, Jareth lifted Sarah and placed her on the bed. When she came into contact with the bed the second protrusion was pushed further into her, causing her to gasp and wriggle, which in turn pushed her clit against the inside of the device. She gasped and Jareth clamped a hand down on her shoulder.

"Just try and sit still," he said. He placed the tray onto her lap. The bowl contained a thick substance, not unlike porridge, but with certain similarities to mud. The mug seemed to contain hot water. "Try and each as much as you can, you'll need your strength."

As Sarah forced herself to swallow, Jareth set about finding a few hollow tubes, and two large bags. Sarah watched him warily. When she had forced down as much of the gloop as she could she pushed the tray away.

"What comes next?" she asked Jareth cautiously.

"Lie down, flat on your back. I need to ensure the food you have just eaten won't worsen the cramps." That sounded ominous. "And do it slowly..." he added as Sarah tried to flop back onto the bed, pushing the second protrusion deeper within herself, Jareth quickly negated the effect this would have on her clit. This was not the time for that sort of punishment; he had a better one up his sleeve.

As Sarah lowered herself carefully onto the bed he placed his hand on her abdomen, spreading his fingers. To Sarah it felt like his touch was burning. He shut his eyes and suddenly Sarah felt something change within her. Jareth grunted in satisfaction.

"Now Sarah, I need you on your hands and knees, arms bent a bit. Yes, just there." Jareth paused a moment, admiring Sarah's arse as it stuck up in the air. On an impulse he stepped up behind her, placing one hand on each cheek and squeezing gently. He leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on the small of her back before running his hands up over her hips and down to cup her dangling breasts. Sarah's embarrassment turned to pleasure. Jareth withdrew his hands. "This will feel strange Sarah," Jareth warned.

He crouched down till he could see her face, watch her reaction, and rested one hand in the small of her back. Sarah's face contorted in surprise and shock as she felt the second protrusion start to widen within her, stretching her puckered opening almost past endurance. She had never felt an invasion like this and her body screamed out to get it removed. She swung her head from side to side.

"Sarah," Jareth's voice was calm and reassuring, "go with it Sarah, it can even be quite pleasurable." Sarah made a conscious effort to relax, and Jareth sent a gentle vibration through the protrusion, causing her to shudder. Jareth stood and gathered up a length of tube and a liquid filled bag. He muttered a few words and the protrusion hollowed into a cylinder, holding her open but no longer blocking. Jareth pushed the end of the tube into the hole so that it made a seal with the device. He connected up the bag and hung it from a hook in the stone wall. Sarah whimpered in apprehension.

Jareth's cold voice interrupted her anxious thoughts, "Sarah, you may not look round. If you look round you will pay for it. Understand?"

Sarah whimpered again and nodded. Jareth turned the tap and the liquid slowly began to flow. Sarah gasped and relaxed a little. It felt quite good. Sneakily, she tried to take a peek at Jareth, to find out what he thought of her crouching here with her arse in the air. As soon as she moved her head however, she was hit with an electric shock right through the clit, causing her to tense and spasm, making the tubing very uncomfortable as she started to fill with the liquid. She resolved to stick to his instructions, and not try to look at him again.

Jareth smiled to himself. That should be enough to make her keep her eyes to herself. Quietly he lowered the waistband of his tight leggings. Taking himself in his hands he began to stimulate, just as the first cramps hit Sarah, and she began to moan.

It seemed to take an age for the bag to empty as wave upon wave of cramps hit Sarah. Her stomach was distended and she felt nauseas. She could hear Jareth gasping behind her, but she dared not look around to see what he was doing. At last she heard his breath hitch and catch, and a few moments later felt him unhooking her from the tube.

"All you need is over there, I'll give you some privacy," he muttered, sealing the device until she had reached the chamber pot before exiting the room. He leaned with his back against the door, breathing deeply and hoping Sarah had not noticed his countenance, flushed redder than its usual paleness. He couldn't understand himself. He was finding it harder and harder to control his emotions when he was with Sarah, he could hardly keep his feelings form her. It was so unlike any encounter he had previously experienced with the opposite sex. He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth before turning resolutely and re-entering the room.

Sarah was collapsed forward, crying quietly when Jareth re-entered the room. He crossed to her and wrapped his arms round her small frame, pulling her into a standing position and holding her close in comfort.

"Come," he whispered in her ear, "there is another process to go through before you have a wash and we leave." He took her hand and led her back to the bed. "We'll try and do it gently, although the Labyrinth demands that you be caused some minor discomfort at least. Lie down." He commanded.

Obediently Sarah laid herself gently down on the bed, trying not to shift either of the protrusions. Jareth sat down at her feet and pulled his hands up under her knees, bending and opening her legs. Sarah rolled her head back on the pillow, shutting her eyes and trying to disassociate her mind from what was happening. But then she felt the device shift and begin to expand within her. She cried out, startled at the sensation, half sitting up.

"Ssshhh, sshh, my dear," Jareth soothed. He placed an arm across her breasts and pushed her back down on the bed. Sarah realised that he device had stopped expanding, and was now stretching her walls more than they had ever been stretched before. She gasped. Now the device was moving again, slowly withdrawing so that it was barely within her, holding her entrance wide. Then as the other protrusion had done previously, it hollowed. Jareth tried and failed not to look down. He could see her stretched wide and open and despite his earlier relieving of the tension, he felt himself twitch. Hastily he rose and gathered the second tube and the smaller bag of liquid. When he sealed the tube to the device, he ground the device against Sarah's clit, causing her gasp and wriggle again, but his restraining arm across her chest prevented her from moving, and she only succeeded in rubbing her hard nipples against the fabric of his shirt. Grimly, Jareth continued fitting the tube. He hooked up the bag and turned the tap. And Sarah began to fill.

Jareth watched her facial expression change from pleasure, as the water swirled inside her, building the pressure, into one of discomfort as the tightness increased. She screwed up her face and started to pant, sweat stood out on her forehead. Jareth watched as the last trickle of liquid left the bag. He watched her writhe for a few moments, savouring the feeling of the Labyrinth exalting its triumph inside his mind. Then his concern switched back to Sarah. He bent and placed a finger against the device, vanishing the liquid from inside her. Sarah moaned at the change of sensation, form being so full to being so empty in such a short period of time. Jareth helped her sit upright.

"You alright?" he asked. Sarah nodded although the throbbing form between her legs was almost unbearable. She grimaced.

"Do I get a bath now?" she queried, remembering Jareth saying she must be clean inside and out. Well, she was certainly clean inside now.

Jareth nodded and clapped his hands together, shouting for the goblins to bring bath water. Sarah lay back and allowed Jareth to carefully remove the device. The throbbing lessened and she breathed a sigh of relief. She felt herself relax. Jareth helped her into the bath and was delighted when she sank into the water and allowed him to wash her. Gently he ran the sponge over her body, wiping away the sweat that had grown on her from her last ordeal. When he washed between her legs he did it almost as if he was a father washing a daughter, and Sarah sighed in relief at the knowledge he could be so tender. When she was clean Jareth dried her, and dressed her in a simple but beautiful white dress.

Jareth cupped her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes. "It is time to go." He said. Turning towards the door he offered her his arm. Slipping her arm through his felt right, like this was how she belonged, and she allowed herself a small smile as she tightened herself to his side.

Together, they set off to meet the council.