Author Note: This chapter contains sexual themes :) As always, please review. I've never written a scene quite like this before :)
Ch. 10 The Sound of Breaking Glass
Sarah shivered, her breath catching in her throat at the feel of Jareth's arm sliding further around her, steely and firm. He pulled her against him, her hip slotting under his comfortably, like two puzzle pieces finding their match. The heat of him seemed to seep into body, warming her despite the chill of the decrepit apartment, until her very bones seemed to tingle within her. Feeling the solid planes of his chest as he shifted to pull her back against him, Sarah bit back a hungry groan. Jareth wrapped his hand around her hip, his gloved fingers lying low upon her stomach, the touch light but hinting at an intimate possessiveness that made her heart stutter in her chest. When he breathed against her neck, she felt the warm trickle of his magic wash over her, making her own magic churn within her, teasing against his. While the Goblin King might pass as a mortal when glamored, it only took one touch to remind her that he was anything but human.
This is wrong. Oh ...fuck is this wrong.
But her magic wasn't the only part of her that responded to having the Goblin King holding her close. The low rumbling growl made the surge of magic within her swirl to pool like lava between her thighs.
This is bad… this is sooooo very bad. Down girl! That was a one-off. There will be NO further fucking of the Goblin King.
Sarah tried to focus on the glittering purple crystal, but with Jareth wrapped around her thinking of anything but the feel of him driving deep inside her, pushing her from one orgasm to another was virtually impossible. With a gentle flick of his wrist, the crystal soared up above their heads, Sarah's eyes following the graceful arc of the glittering orb, before it burst. In a rush the world seemed to twist and fold in around them, sucking them through the whirling vortex between worlds. Flashes of color melded around them, then with a sudden burst of blue light, the world seemed to unfold once more, leaving Sarah clinging to Jareth to remain upright.
"That was...different," she muttered, righting herself, only to find the hand holding her against the Goblin King had not released, if anything it was holding her more firmly. "Um...you can let go now, Jareth."
"Not until I have your assurance that you will finally listen to what I have to say, Sarah," he replied, his words firm, yet bearing no hint of the anger he had shown in Anwyn's flat.
Finally taking in their new location, Sarah found herself laughing at the sight of the lush flowers that ran up the stone walls, the mix of exotic and light floral fragrances enough to make her light-headed. "You've brought us to Inara's gardens?" she asked, turning in his arm, until her chest was pressed against his.
Still waiting for her promise to listen, Jareth's hand stayed firm against her back, while his other arm wrapped around her, caging her against his body. Looking down at her, Jareth's lips quirked in a sly smile, pleased when she did not attempt to pull away.
"Call it a hunch, but I suspect that were I to take us to my throne room or private chambers to have this little tete a tete, you would attempt to do evil things to my being with your various weapons. And since you seem so keen to avoid a charge of regicide, a neutral territory seemed logical," he chuckled, his hand slowly sliding up Sarah's back, before twining in the hair at the back of her head. Tightening his fingers, he pulled her head back, drinking in the slight hitch in her breath and the flash of need that flickered through her eyes at the sensation. "But know this, Champion…" he purred, his tone dripping with a sensuality borne of authority and power. "While I may cater to your whims and expectations, my generosity only extends so far. This conversation will happen, if I have to bind you and gag you in order to ensure that it does."
Sarah's eyes widened at the pressure upon her head, then fluttered shut, her mind filling with random images that involved her bound and gagged before him - just not in Inara's garden and definitely not involving any clothing. Feeling him lean in, a traitorous tremble slithered up her spine. His breath teased along her lips, heated and soft, like a phantom caress, enough to tempt her into parting her own at the mere promise of his lips against hers. Just when she thought he might kiss her, he moved his head, dipping lower until his breath washed over the bite mark upon her neck. In spite of herself, Sarah heard a wavering moan of desire flow past her lips.
No...no Fucking stop that right now! There will be NO more of that! Get a grip, Sarah!
Smiling darkly, Jareth ran his lips over the mark, relishing the soft whimper that filled his ears. When he lifted his head once more, his pale eyes glittered with an intensity that sent a surge of heat to throb low within her. "If that is how a little kiss makes you respond, I'd say your vampire lover isn't doing her job, Precious."
Sarah bit back another moan, her verdant eyes snapping as she returned his gaze. "She is no longer my lover. Why… do you want the job?"
What the Hell?! Have you lost your ever-loving mind?! You do NOT flirt with the Goblin King! That is NOT ALLOWED! What the fuck happened to the filter between my brain and mouth? For that matter, what happened to not fucking clients?!
A purring chuckle rumbled around her, setting her blood burning through her once more.
"Let's see if you wish to make that offer once we've had our chat, Sarah," he murmured, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers, teasing her with a kiss she was not sure would ever come. "For now, however...I want you…" he drawled, then deftly spun her out of his arms and into a deeply padded armchair under a willow tree, "...to sit."
Blinking in surprise, Sarah watched Jareth settle into a chair opposite her, a faint sense of disappointment settling into her stomach with an icy chill that dulled the fire that had raged within her a moment earlier. "But…"
A sculpted eyebrow arched, as Jareth gave a slight shake of his head, his pale eyes narrowing in warning. "No Sarah. For the moment, I wish you merely to listen. The circumstances we find ourselves in after our 'business' Saturday evening, change things."
Jareth smiled, watching Sarah snap her mouth shut, her eyes flashing from dull moss to emerald in an instant. He didn't need to read minds to know that she was still debating arguing with him, and if he were honest with himself, he wouldn't have it any other way. Of all the women who had come in and out of his life, most were milquetoast females who simpered and wanted to use his status to increase their own. In all those years only three of them had any fire within them and as Fate would have it, two of them found each other - he couldn't help but wonder about the heated rows Sarah and Zora might have had, not to mention what other things such fights might have led to.
Sarah watched, her lips pulled into a petulant frown as Jareth ran his tongue over his lower lip, his hand falling to his lap. As casually as if he were scratching his neck, Jareth adjusted himself, not even trying to hide the fact that he was hard. Growling low her throat, Sarah fought down the sudden ache inside her, remembering how well he filled her and the intensity of the release she found at his touch.
"Start talking, Goblin King…" Sarah grumbled, seeking any distraction from such thoughts. "What consequences?"
Nodding, Jareth tapped his chin thoughtfully with steepled fingers, his elbows propped on the arms of his chair. "If what you saw as my truth is indeed true, and as a truth seer, I have no reason to doubt you, then through our… 'activities' while captured by those imbeciles, I believe a claim has been made."
"You claimed me?! How dare you?! What gave you the right to…" she hissed, her voice rising, as a wave of bile rushed up to burn her throat.
"You did…" Jareth replied with a matter-of-fact air. Settling comfortably in his chair, he leaned his head against two fingers, watching her reaction with an air of detached amusement.
Sarah fought down the nausea that made her stomach roll and drop. She'd been trained. She was a walking encyclopedia of supernatural and mythic beings. How could she have been so monumentally stupid?
"Fuck off! I did not give you permission to claim me!" she snapped, her jaw set in a hard line as she shook her head, her mind running through the events of the night, searching for any sign that what he said was true. "I was just… trying to break whatever whammy you were under. Like Zora said to do."
Momentarily waving his fingers at her, Jareth gave her a quiet smile as he nodded., "Not true, you initiated the claim and reciprocated."
"I did no such thing!" she protested, slamming her hand down upon the arm of her chair with such force that the wood cracked.
Ignoring her outburst, Jareth nodded, his tone deceptively calm. "You willingly had sex with me, Sarah...knowing full well what I am."
Her mouth opened and closed twice, the light of understanding beginning to flicker in her mossy colored eyes. "Yeah but sex isn't enough to…."
Arching an aristocratic eyebrow, Jareth's lips twisted into a mocking smile, "Oh, so the mortal is now an expert on Nephilim mating experiences is she?"
"Well no...but…." Sarah muttered, glaring at him, the rolling waves of nausea making it difficult to think, much less find the loophole in this nightmare she seemed to have fallen into. Anger surged forward, overriding the nausea as she launched herself to her feet, stomping toward him and waving her hand. "No! I did NOT reciprocate. I did not initiate anything! You're lying! I don't know why but you're ly…." she shouted, her last syllable cut off by Jareth.
"I cannot lie to you, Sarah!" Jareth snapped, rising and stepping toward her as she stood her ground, glaring at him. His words were calculating and cold, each one slicing into her like a knife that placed her very life in his hands. "You willingly initiated sex with a Nephilim. You invited me to bite you...and finally, you accepted the claim."
"I did NOT!" she growled, poking Jareth in the chest, then gasping at the jolt of magical energy that zapped her from the simple touch.
Hooking his finger in the high-neck of his sweater, Jareth viciously tugged it down, revealing a half-healed bite mark, his eyes glowing darkly in his own anger. "Yes. ."
Visibly wilting, Sarah stared at the bite mark, shaking her head. "No… I… no...I...I've fought too hard to stand on my own. I...I struggled...to be my own person. No one...no one has power over me," she muttered. Red lips curled downward as her shock turned to anger - more at herself than Jareth. "No! You have no power over me, Goblin King!" she hissed, his title falling from her lips like a weapon - one intended to wound.
And it did.
Jareth's hand shot out, grabbing Sarah's coat hard, the sound of threads snapping seeming to echo loudly around them. Hauling her bodily against him, Jareth's feral snarl rippled through the garden. Still snarling, Jareth's head dropped, his breath burning the tender flesh of her neck, teasing ever closer until his lips touched her skin. Sarah gasped and gripped his biceps, a surge of power rushing through her as his lips caressed the bite mark on her own throat, velvety soft, yet burning like glowing embers. Roaring through her, the magic filled her, buzzing under her skin and through her mind. The touch of his lips to the mark, was nothing compared to the electric sensation that shot through her the moment his teeth grazed it. Instantly she felt the tell-tale throbbing start behind her clit, a heavy warmth sinking into her core.
Then he bit her and her world came crashing down.
Shuddering violently, she cried out, clinging to him while her her slick channel grasped frantically against nothing, the empty feeling frustrating even as the release tore through her, leaving her gasping in his arms.
"Yes...I do, Sarah," Jareth purred in her ear, holding her through the final aftershocks of the sudden orgasm.
More gently than she would have expected, Jareth sat her back in her chair, his fingers caressing her cheek as he brushed hair back from her face. Numb, Sarah touched the mark and shivered, a low groan spilling from her parted lips. Pulling her hand away she expected to see blood, but there was none.
"But...you bit me…"
"That? That was not a proper bite, Precious. Just a little...nibble. Now imagine what a full bite would do, hmm? You've experienced it once. I'd be happy to remind you should you need it." Relishing the way her cheeks flushed pink, Jareth smiled, his fingers tucking a fall of hair behind her ear. "You've had sex with Fae before, have you not?" he asked bluntly, no hint of judgement in his quiet question.
"Yes," Sarah murmured, cursing the way her cheeks gave her away, flushing so hot they throbbed. Before she could answer further, another aftershock rushed through her, making her tremble and gasp.
Patient now that his point had been made, Jareth waited for her trembling to subside once more, before continuing, "Tell me, is that the normal reaction you have to a Fae 'love bite'?" Unable to look at him, Sarah hung her head. "I believe this also explains our little case of 'Voyeur Death' the other night, Precious."
"The explosion...wasn't your magic?"
"No...at least not mine alone," he sighed, his hand falling to her shoulder. "With your background of the Nether, surely you know that for many Fae, sex is not merely physical, but magical. That is part of the rush they get from it, similar to the drugs used in the Above. It can be addictive to feel another's magic teasing internally against one's own. Given your magic, combined with the power I wield, I think the two combined with the claim we set in motion, resulted in that rather impressive lightshow."
Rubbing her temples, Sarah shut her eyes, the nausea returning along with a steady pounding behind her eyes. She grumbled, trying to comprehend what he was saying. "How, Jareth?" she asked, glancing up at him, defeated by the knowledge that she had done exactly as he said, she not only initiated it, but she reciprocated. "You were not yourself, there has to be intent for a claim to take effect, right?"
Jareth's touch was gentle on her cheek, his expression pensive, before he turned away from her. Returning to his chair, he sighed, leaning upon the back, silent and brooding. "While magic can be felt without the need for intent, it is only through conscious intent that it can be molded, and in this case, result in what is, effectively, a magical contract. In order for a claim to exist, there had to be…"
At his pause, Sarah frowned, "Had to be what?"
"Intent, Sarah...a desire to possess the other."
Her eyes widened as she shook her head. "I...I didn't...I don't….did you...what?" she stammered. "You're the Goblin King...you wouldn't...I'd never..."
"I'm not sure if I should take that as an insult or not," Jareth chuckled, tilting his head and regarding her with a quiet smile. "As for whether we had the desire to possess the other, I would think the resulting bond is more than sufficient proof that we each, on some level, desired to possess the other. Were I in my right mind at the time, I can't say that the effect would have been any different, Sarah."
Blinking, Sarah gawked at him, her heart hammering in her chest at his revelation, delivered so casually that an outsider might overlook it entirely. "You...you wanted to… possess me?!"
"You declared I had no power over you, Sarah. You are the Labyrinth Champion and turned down every offer I made you. Of course a part of me would want to possess you, if only to regain that power," Jareth replied, his words solemn. Seeing her tense and open her mouth, Jareth raised his hand, "I am not the only one to hold blame here, Sarah. So save your vitriol. While a Nephilim can claim an unwilling being, the claim would be one-sided and would not result in the power we experienced. No, the only way for that to occur is if the claim was mutual…. So don't you dare try to absolve yourself of any blame here."
Silence stretched between them, as both Sarah and Jareth glared at the other. Around them birds chirped merrily and the wind rustled through the bushes and trees. Sarah groaned, then hunched over, burying her face in her hands as she screamed through clenched teeth.
"Nononononononono!" Glancing at him through the cascade of brunette waves, Sarah sighed. "So… now what? Am I…your property?" she asked, choking on the last word as it turned to ash upon her lips.
Jareth's frowned, watching the fear and revulsion war upon her face, a faint sense of self-loathing pressing down upon him at the sight of it. In truth, he did not have an easy answer for her. As Nephilim and High Fae, his power was unrivaled so it would be an easy thing to dictate the terms of the rest of her life to suit his own whims. Once upon a time he would have happily taken full advantage of that, in order to exact revenge upon the girl who bested him - but that time had passed. Now he found himself wanting to possess her in an entirely different way.
"There is no simple answer to that question, Sarah...at least none that you will like," he said, expecting the angry hum of magic around her in response to his words. "Hear me out before you let loose your venom, Precious. Were you a mortal and were the claim one-sided, then the answer would be simple - you would be property. But you are not a mere mortal, you wield magic; not as much as other beings of the Nether, but enough that you cannot be claimed against your will. Most Nephilim keep 'pets'..." Seeing her open her mouth to begin to berate him once more, Jareth snapped his fingers sharply, a purple ballgag appearing in his fingertips. "Let me finish, Sarah. I would rather not resort to such things unless you were...willing...but I will if I must."
Glaring angrily at him, Sarah's jaw snapped shut hard enough that her teeth clicked audibly, the sound making Jareth's own jaw clench in sympathy.
"You may have seen my truth, Sarah, but I am still at least, partially High Fae. I have no desire to keep a human pet, or any other, it is rare for High Fae to do such things. However, the claim of a Nephilim cannot be dissolved once it has been accepted. So, we are left with deciding just what you will become in my life. The good news is that there are options."
"I don't want to be a slave, Jareth. And I will not cower before you, or let you rule my life. I've fought too hard to gain my freedom and independence, to give it up to you now," she declared, folding her arms over her chest and eying him in challenge. "I won't live in your castle, either."
"To be perfectly honest, Sarah… I have no desire to have you as my slave. Nor do I really wish to have you in my castle on permanent basis - you caused entirely too much damage on your first visit," he chuckled. "But at the same time, you are bound to me, so I would prefer to know you are safe…."
"I won't quit my work, Jareth. So don't even think about it…"
Jareth pursed his lips, his eyes darkening in warning, his words icy, "Sarah… If I decided you would live in the alcove attached to my own chambers and act as my chambermaid, then that is what you would do! Remember, my generosity only extends so far, so kindly don't forget to whom you are speaking - you are now, and forevermore, a subject of the Goblin Kingdom."
Snarling, Sarah pushed up from her chair, and stomped toward him, her magic buzzing around her, as sparks of green and blue sizzled through the air. "Fuck you! I will not give up my life because of some stupid fucking mistake that I made while trying to save your ungrateful ass, Goblin King!"
"And I will not have you giving me orders and making demands, Sarah! You life is forfeit to me upon that claim," he growled, backing her into the thick trunk of the willow tree; with each step his own magic charged the air around him with angry crackling sounds. "I am trying to be reasonable, woman! Don't make me regret it!"
For a brief instant, all was silent in the grove, except for the magical energy flowing through the air with an electric hum, tense and charged as it swirled around them. Sarah felt the flow of energy seeping inside her, teasing against her own, like a lover's touch. With each pulse of magic flooding her, her blood burned like lava through her veins, to settle deep within, throbbing with the need of him, of being filled to bursting and loving every nerve-searing second of it. It was unnerving, strange and delicious - all at the same time. An odd sense of disconnection washed over her, like if she was watching herself from outside, yet feeling every sensation, until every cell seemed electrified and on edge.
Reaching out she grabbed Jareth's lapels, her fingers twisting into the silky cashmere, as she suddenly jerked him forward. Her lips crashed upon his in a fierce kiss, a dark purr rumbling in her throat. The effect was instantaneous; a surge of energy slammed through her, her core dripping in response to the power of it. Growling into the kiss, his tongue thrust deep past hers, plundering the velvet darkness of her lips.
Gods...that tongue. I wonder what if would feel like fucking me…
~Give me time and you'll find out…~
Gasping, Sarah broke the kiss, her eyes wide as she stared at him. "Did you just…"
"Yes. Now...do you really want to chat right now, Sarah?" he hissed, threading his fingers through her thick tresses and twisting them tight. He tugged her head back further until she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. His breaths came in short pants, while she gave a strained moan of need.
Wrapping her leg around his hip, Sarah dug her foot into him, pulling him closer. The feel of his engorged cock trapped under the tight leather jeans rubbing against her center, made her hiss with delight, grinding herself against him. her. "No...I don't…" she groaned, capturing his lips once more. "No...talking."
A moment later she grunted in surprise, as her back was pressed firmly against a stone wall, her head thudding against the the slate. Jareth snarled, nipping along her jaw to her ear, his voice gruff, the vibration digging it's way into her head. "Coat… off." Hooking his fingers into the shoulders of her coat and dragging it roughly from her arms. With her lips still alternating attacking his and nipping his jaw, Jareth hissed and shrugged his own coat off and tossed it aside. In one swift movement he grabbed the hem of his sweater and jerked it over his head, hurling it away from them.
Watching him, Sarah ripped her own sweater over her head and threw it, barely noticing the sound of shattering glass, before she launched herself at Jareth, knocking him back until he growled, slamming against another wall with a muted thump. Jareth's lips curled back revealing his canines, as he licked and nipped her neck. His hands wrapped around her back, deftly working the clasp on her bra. "Umphf… bra…" he muttered, spinning her away from him and tugging it down with a ruthless jerk, the sound of tearing material not even registering, before it too was hurled across the room.
The moment it was on the floor, Sarah whirled on him, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and driving him back against the wall, the impact sending a nearby painting crashing to the floor; the sound of splintering wood becoming lost in Jareth's groans of pleasure. Sarah snarled happily and raked her fingernails along his shoulders and down his arms, leaving red lines in their wake. For a brief instant her green eyes met glowing sapphire, before she dipped her head, biting and nipping his chest with her sharp teeth, leaving a trail tiny red bite marks across his chest from one side to the other. Reaching his nipple, she purred, the sound soft and rumbling, as she flicked her tongue slowly around the pale nub, marveling at how small it was. Jareth arched against her, gritting his teeth. His hand tightened in her hair once more.
"Fuck…" he hissed, dragging her mouth from his nipple and devouring her lips like a starving man. His other hand palmed her breast roughly, kneading with firm digs of his fingers, while she squirmed against him, whimpering and pushing her breast further into his grasp.
"I...Gods...yes...thought...you'd...never ask," she panted between punishing kisses her hands frantically working his belt, until she could pull it from his trousers with a resounding snap that echoed against the stones. Flinging it to the side, neither of them noticed the thudding crack, as it broke a nearby window.
Impatient hands grabbed her wrists, driving her back hard against a thick tapestry hanging on the wall, the force ripping the tapestry from its rings and sending them clattering to the floor, while the tapestry dropped at their feet. Kicking it aside, Jareth growled, his eyes boring into hers as he popped the button her jeans. His hand dropped to his trousers, flicking them open, then lifting Sarah, her back slamming against the wall, as he drove upward, impaling her on his cock in one firm thrust.
Gasping, Sarah felt the pulse of magic seem to lance through her, from his cock to the top of her head, making her toes curl as she wrapped her legs tighter around his hips. "Yes...fuck…" she moaned, grabbing the iron lamp above her head and using it for leverage, to meet each deep thrust with a force of her own, taking as much as he gave and begging for more, her silken channel sheathing him easily, with wet sucking sounds. "Faster! Jareth...I...need...fuck...please" she whimpered, thudding her head against the stones in her desperation.
Around them the air was thick with magic, sizzling and crackling through the hall, as the magical storm of need raged within them. Jareth snarled, pounding mercilessly into her, each cry from her lips fueling the tightening deep within him that was already beckoning him toward release. A feral roar echoed off the stones as Jareth sunk his teeth once more into the mark on her neck. In that instant, time seemed to halt, as a burst of power tore through them. Jareth could feel Sarah shuddering violently, pinned to the wall by his cock and hips, her slick tunnel clasping so tightly around him it felt like he would never be free of her body - and he could think of no where else he'd rather be, from now until he crumbled to dust.
The sensation of her muscles massaging him, while she screamed his name sent another rush through him, his cock throbbing within her at the first taste of her blood on his lips. With each spasm of his cock, Jareth sucked deep, the sensation setting off another orgasm for Sarah, an electric feeling rushing outward until her every nerve was trembling with the power of their coupling. Each second seemed to last for minutes, as he emptied himself within the grip of his Champion's body.
A fine sheen of sweat covered their bodies when the final spasm shuddered through them. Feeling like a limp rag, Sarah moaned softly, her body spent upon the sword with which he conquered her - and for once, she didn't mind letting Jareth win. A quiet whimper of lust whispered past her lips when he lifted his head from her neck, his lips tinged with faint smears of crimson. Jareth flicked his tongue over his lips, then looked at her, the intensity of his gaze making her tremble again, her body fluttering around his cock, even as it started to harden once more. His eyes were dark, but she knew without a doubt that this was not the possessed, feral Jareth, this was the real Jareth.
Panting, he slid his arms around her, still sheathed to the hilt inside her. He moved two steps, until his knees hit something firm and he pitched forward, driving himself fully into her again as they fell onto a soft cushion.
"Fuck!" she squeaked, then shuddered violently, the action setting off another rush of release, while flashes of colors burst brightly behind her clenched eyelids.
Jareth chuckled softly, the movement making her gasp with pleasure. "Give me a few minutes, Precious. Even immortals need a few moments to recover."
His body covered hers, as his lips found hers once more. The immediate need sated, Jareth lazily kissed her, languid strokes of his tongue stoking the fires with her once more. Within minutes of his skillful ministrations she felt her core flutter around him, his cock twitching within her, hard and thick.
Then he began to move once more.
And Sarah cried out in bliss.
~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~~J/S~
Groaning, Sarah buried her head further under the comforter, wondering why she felt like a horse who'd been ridden hard and put up wet. "What the fuck happened last night?" she muttered. Moment by moment she felt her mind come awake, registering the fact that she ached all over and more surprising, there was a very warm body spooned up behind her, and an arm draped over her hip. Attempting to shift her position, Sarah felt something within her throb, and the hand across her stomach tightened.
"Unless you want to have another go, lay still, Precious," murmured a seductive voice behind her, the sound making her tremble, while her body fluttered around the thickness inside her, earning her a heated groan. "While I'm more than happy oblige, I rather think you've had enough for one day."
"Wha...Jareth… why are you still… inside me?!" she hissed, but made no further attempt to move.
"You begged for more, then fell asleep in the middle," he replied, nuzzling along her ear. "Although I can't blame you. I've never known a mortal who could take as much as you did and demand more," he chuckled, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone. "And you are a very demanding woman, Sarah. Rather refreshing really."
Peeking over the edge of the comforter, creamy feathers tickled the tip of her nose. Sneezing suddenly, she felt Jareth's arm tighten around her, as she clamped down on him.
"Bloody Hell, Precious… warn me next time," he groaned, shivering against her.
"Sorry...not sorry," she muttered, then blinked as she looked around. The walls were grey slate, but they weren't in a room as far as she could tell - if they were it was incredibly narrow for a room. Craning her neck, she spotted a stained glass window of the royal seal of the Underground, with several of the panes cracked and several others missing. A tapestry hung by a single ring on an iron railing near the ceiling. Nearby another tapestry was torn completely from the wall. Splintered picture frames and damaged paintings lay on the floor, alongside shattered china and glass.
"Did we do this?" she gasped.
The sound of china grinding to dust underfoot, made her flinch back against Jareth who purred in her ear. Pulling the feather cloak over her face, Sarah froze, trying to ignore Jareth's quiet laughter.
Pushing up on his forearm, Jareth smiled and looked toward the footsteps, smiling at the slender Fae woman who was picking her way through the carnage on her way up the hall. Her shimmering white hair fell in a graceful plait that hung heavily over her shoulder, standing out in stark contrast to the deep purple dress that rustled softly with each step.
"Good morning, Grandmother."
Sarah felt her stomach drop in panic. She had assumed they were in the Goblin Castle, not at Inara's castle in T'shara - and from what she had seen, whatever room they were in, they had destroyed.
Fuck… I screamed how many times as I came last night?! Shit… I'll never be able to face her. How is Jareth so fucking calm?!
"Good morning Jareth darling. I thought I felt you arrive late yesterday," Inara said, giving him a warm smile. Looking around, she surveyed the damage and clucked softly, "Although I had rather thought you'd sleep in your own rooms. Should I ask why you are sleeping in the hall rather than in a proper bed?"
Chuckling, Jareth glanced around, inspecting the destruction he and Sarah had wrought. "Hmm.. this is just where we ended up. Our discussion was rather...heated."
"So I see," she said, pausing to inspect a broken vase, the pieces scattered across the floor. "Ahh...yes, I see you have brought a guest with you," Inara replied, nodding as Sarah peeked from under the edge of the cloak. "Hello Sarah dear. How is your sweet brother, Toby?"
"Um...he's fine...thanks," Sarah muttered, clutching the cloak to her chest as Jareth propped himself up, his cock flexing within her and growing harder by the second.
"Well, that's nice, dear. Breakfast will be served shortly in the gardens," Inara added, her smile broadening at the sight of bark and bits of twigs tangled in their hair. "Hmm… you're welcome to join me, although it would seem you have already acquainted yourselves with my gardens."
Glancing down Jareth plucked a bit of bark from Sarah's hair and chuckled "Yes… we have."
Sarah bit her lip and groaned, attempting to sink back beneath the cloak, while Inara arched an eyebrow and pinned the two of them with a stern look that was eerily similar to Jareth's authoritative glare.
So that's where he gets it.
"You didn't hurt my trees did you?" she demanded, her lips pursed in a frown.
"No grandmother, we did not."
"Good… now, be a good host and show Sarah to one of the rooms so she can clean up a bit. And make sure she has appropriate clothing, Jareth? I'm not sure you'll be able to find all of your clothing in this mess," she commented, peering out the broken window nearby. "Hmm...there appears to be a bit of corsetry hanging in my rose bushes. Do take care of it, will you? We wouldn't want the goblins deciding it was the latest fashion trend."
Jareth groaned at the thought of goblins wearing bras, while Sarah giggled, the vibrations making his cock grow further, until it flexed inside her, turning her giggles to a gasping moan.
"We will take care of that and clear up the damage in here too," he nodded.
Smiling, Inara started back down the hall. "Breakfast will be served in a half-hour. You'd best get moving then."
Jareth's arm tightened over Sarah's hip, as the heated length of him pulsed rhythmically within her, stroking a spot inside that sent bursts of pleasure rocketing up her spine with each movement.
"Two would be better...if you don't mind," he suggested, his hand creeping down Sarah's stomach until he could curl two fingers between her thighs; a startled gasp breaking the silence.
Giving them a knowing smirk, Inara shook her head and turned back down the hall, "An hour, children. If you aren't in your seats by then, I'll come in after you… and you know no lock will keep me out of any room in my own home, Jareth. So don't try to defy me."
"Yes Grandmother," Jareth replied, waiting until Inara had left the hall before continuing to tease his fingertips around Sarah's clit. "Now then… where were we, Precious?"
Sarah sighed, turning her head to look at him. "Jareth...what are we doing?"
"Sarah, if you don't know what we've been doing most of the night, then your education is sadly lacking, and as your king, I would be remiss if I didn't see that you have a thorough education on the matter," he laughed, teasing his finger along the sensitive opening, still slick with their coupling from the night before.
Frowning, Sarah glared at him, her green eyes snapping irritably. "That isn't what I meant. I mean you and me...what are we doing? We can't keep fucking like this."
"Why not?"
"You're my client…" she said bitterly.
"If you still believe that is all there is between us, you are not as clever as you think, Sarah," Jareth replied. "What's so wrong with us finding comfort in each other's arms, even if it is a bit… violent at times?"
For a woman who could find answers, for once Sarah was without one.
And the feeling was terrifying.