A/N: Another Lemon Alert!

With Jacob

Young Jacob Black was getting a rather large headache. It had been days since the strange man had magicked his rival for Bella's love away to who knows where. Three to be exact. And during those three days, the tribal council had been in session practically round the clock as they tried to figure out what the hell was going on. He just wish that they would admit that they didn't know what the hell they were up against and be done with it.

It wasn't that though. They had figured out who and what they were up against. The fucking Goblin King. Who knew that there was truly a faerie realm. Then it was kind of obvious after Old Quil had told them that the Celtic culture in fact had a rather large library when it came to anything faerie related.

It had been unanimously voted amongst the elders of the tribe that should the Cullen's show up looking for either their brother leech or Bella, that they would wish them away. They just had to make sure that they word it right so that they could never come back, and that is what they had been arguing for the past three days. This is where Jacobs headache stemmed from. Just as he was getting up to stretch his legs and maybe take a short walk outside for some fresh air, everyone heard one long and two short howls. The signal that there were vampires at the treaty line. Jacob sighed in frustration, as he ran out of the hall, and phased into his wolf, bursting out of his clothes as he hit the woods.

"Who?" he simply asked.

"All of them bar coppertop," Sam told him.

"I'm on my way," Jacob told him. It took him no more than two minutes at top speed, considering how small the reservation ultimately was. He plowed through the trees at the treaty line and looked at Sam.

"Have they said anything, or have they just been standing there like creepy ass statues?" He asked his alpha.

"Creepy ass statues. I think they are waiting for one of us to phase human, since they no longer have the mind reader with them," Embry put in. Jacob studies the leeches in front of him. There seemed to be a definite line between Dr. Fang, his mate, and the mini shopaholic, as opposed to the Ice Queen, her mate, and the one covered in bite marks.

"I'll do it. The news that the treaty is void should come from the grandson of the man who helped write it," he told the others.

"Be careful, baby alpha. And if even one of them steps over the line, they'll be in pieces and ash before we wish them away for good," Leah put in. Jacob nodded his agreement. He understood where her anger was stemming from. It was because Dr. and Mrs. Fang moved back and decided to play house that drew out the gene for the wolves. She lost Sam, Emily, her father, and her ability to have children. They in essence, took her family. And family was everything to Leah.

Jacob turned and disappeared into the tree line so he can phase and put on his cut offs before returning.

"Why are you here?" Jacob asked.

"We are looking for Edward and Bella," Carlisle told him.

"Bella went to live with her cousin, and we haven't seen copper top since you up and left a shell of a girl behind. Leave. You are no longer welcome here. Stay and we will declare war," Jacob said with a deep timber in his voice. Every vampire on the other side of the treaty line froze.

"The treaty-" Carlisle began, but Jacob cut him off.

"Has been void since you left. Leave. This is your last warning."

"May I ask why? Why has the treaty been voided. We haven't broken any of the stipulations," Carlisle begged. Jacob growled.

"Wrong, Leech. The treaty stipulated you would be allowed to live here, so long as you didn't harm a single human soul."

"And we've held to that!" Jacob again growled. This one more feral than the last.

"So leaving Bella catatonic on the forest floor doesn't count as not harming a human, does it? Then you and your family," he spat, "have a very different definition of harm than we do. So much for your vaunted humanity."

"What? I don't understand. Edward said that Bella broke it off, and demanded that we all leave. That we were no longer to contact her in any way and that Alice wasn't to look into her future," Esme said. Every wolf began growling.

"Really. Then you know nothing. He broke her. He took her deep into the woods behind her house, told her that she was nothing more than a distraction and that you all had already left without so much as a fuck you. That he didn't want her. He then left her to freeze in the middle of the woods with a broken heart," Jacob told them, doing everything he could think of not to phase and to slow the shaking that preceded it.

There was a growl from the scared blond male, and he looked at Carlisle with disdain. "This makes me so glad I am no longer part of your coven, Cullen," he said in a thick southern accent. "I told you how he felt and you ignored me. Saying that he couldn't be feeling nothing more than blood lust. Me, who has been reading and deciphering emotions for the past 170 plus years." He turned to the wolves. "I, Rose, and Emmett will leave. You'll have no more trouble from us."

Jacob gave no reply. "You were warned," he said simply. Ominously. "I wish for the Goblin King to come take the Cullen coven and their present associates and keep them in the Underground for eternity."

There was a crack of thunder, and the sun seemed to have darkened before they all spotted a man suddenly standing in their midst. If the fact that he just appeared and had the power to dim the sun weren't enough to cause alarm, his current appearance would have been. He was wearing only a loose white poet's shirt, tight gray trousers, and black leather boots. He had wild flyaway hair that looked as though it hadn't seen a brush in days. But it was his scent that caused everyone to freeze. Honeysuckle and magnolias.

"When I told you to call, I didn't mean in the middle of my honeymoon," the stranger said moodily.

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With Jareth and Isabella

The days in the Underground started to blur for Isabella. A quarter of her time was spent getting to know her parents, another quarter was used to get to know her new husband. When they were able to keep their hands off the other. The second half of her time was spent in a hazy hedonistic state of bliss. If she were ever innocent, that innocence had been well and truly lost in her time with Jareth.

Such as now for instance. Isabella was currently riding Jareth, bouncing up and down on his cock while giving her hips a small spin here and there to heighten the pleasure for them both. And all backwards, her hands steadying herself on his powerful thighs, while his hands gripped her waist, and his breaths came in groans and gasps as her silky walls clenched around his cock every time it entered her. Soon enough, though he adored the sight of his wife above him, he expertly maneuvered them to where she was on her knees and he was pounding into her, doggy style.

Isabella was in nirvana. Jareths thick cock sliding in until his pelvis met her ass, and brushing that one spot in her that made her see stars every time he pushed into her. She moaned and clutched at the sheets in an effort to ground herself to something. Jareth brought one hand around her and started circling her clit, giving it just enough pressure, just like she showed him that first night, while his other hand sought the one that fisted the sheets, interlacing their fingers.

"Gods, Isabella," he groaned in passion. "You're driving me to the brink of insanity." Isabella couldn't give any other answer but a loud keening sound. Feeling his impending finish, he leaned forward, still stimulating her swollen bundle of nerves. He gave her a nip on her neck, just below her ear before he whispered hoarsely into her ear.

"Cum, Isabella. Gods above, cum for me. I need to feel you." Well, who was she to deny her husband? So she came, so hard that she couldn't hold herself up on her elbows any longer. As her hot channel constricted around him, Jareth's eyes rolled back into his head and gave a guttural moan as he spilled into her. They stayed joined, riding out both their and the other's orgasms until Isabella's pleasure filled spasms calmed, before they both collapsed onto their sides breathing hard. Jareth pulled Isabella into his chest, and buried his nose into her hair.

"Hmm, hasn't seemed to take this time either," he said, once he caught his breath. Isabella turned to face him, and gave him a salacious smirk.

"Then we had better keep trying," she purred, as her hand slid down and grasped his still half hard cock, and began working her hand over him, causing it to stand fully at attention once again.

One of their discussions during the past weeks was children. Isabella had, at first, been wary about having children. Her own childhood not providing a good business model. But after a lengthy talk with both Titania and Jareth about it, and rooting out some still lingering insecurities, she had come to the point where she would be more than happy to have children. She had even gotten to the point where she wanted one right away. And Jareth, being her faithful slave, is doing everything in his power to make that wish a reality. After she voiced her wish, he promptly threw her over his shoulder, and warned her and her parents that they wouldn't leave their rooms until Isabella was with child. Something every fae would be able to tell the moment of conception.

Jareth closed his eyes at the sensation of Isabella's hand working him over as she kissed down his chest, making her way down to his now fully proud and erect cock. He then sucked in sharp breath with he felt her mouth close around him. His hands immediately going to hold her in place and his fingers tangling in her hair. His hips began working in tandem with her head bobbing up and down as her tongue circled the head of his cock every once in a while. One of her small hands came up to cradle and play with his heavy balls, and it took everything in him not to force his dick down her throat.

Then he heard the last thing he wanted to hear at that moment.

"I wish for the Goblin King to come take the Cullen coven and their present associates and keep them in the Underground for eternity."

Jareth growled in frustration, and Isabella, hearing the difference in sounds coming from her husband, stopped her delicious torment on his body, and looked up at him.

"Little dove, your shifters have horrible timing," he told her. Isabella looked up at him with an expression of confusion.

"They finally wished away the parasites." Isabella's hand stopped it's task still stroking him, and she gave a pout.

"But you promised," she said. Not a whine, but definitely a sulk. Jareth leaned forward and gave her a deep passionate kiss.

"I can still pleasure you," he whispered to her, and concentrated his magic to stimulate her pleasure spots. Her nipples, her clit, he even made it feel as though he were truly touching her, as if his hands were sliding down her sides or into her hair. He left her to her pleasure and got up to dress.

"Don- don't shower," she panted. "Let them smell me on you."

"Why do you wish this, my light?" he asked curiously.

"Jacob. He's in love with me. Nev- Uhhnnn, never could take no for an- an answer," she told him as she tried to maintain her thought. "This way, he-, oh, he'll back off."

"Hmm," Jareth intones, as he magics on his clothes. He leans over her, and makes sure to look into her eyes.

"Don't cum," he commanded in little more than a whisper. Isabella gave a shout of want, and a cry of desperation.

"Oh, please," she begged.

"I wish to view every moment of pleasure you have to offer, Isabella. You cannot cum until I return, is that understood?"

"Yes- Oh. Oh, yes, My Lord King," she moaned. He stole one last kiss before he exploded into fae dust. This had better not take long.

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With Everyone but Isabella

Jacob growled at the scent coming off of the Goblin King. He growled, but he wasn't stupid enough to try anything. Particularly if he wanted him to take the parasites.

"Honeymoon?" he asked, redoubling his efforts to control his phase.

"Yes," the Goblin King replied simply. "So, these are the Cullen's?"

Jacob gave one jerky nod, as Jareth focused on the vampires. His face then screwed up in pain as his attention was torn between the vampires and one of the wolves. A gray female.

"Four of you are in pain. Soul deep pain," he murmured. He turned to Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett.

"You three. You were not supposed to be this," he said. Rosalie ducked her head and buried her face into Emmett. Emmett did his best to comfort her, but he never did well seeing his angel in pain. Jasper stood statue still, betraying no outward emotion but his eyes. Haunted pain and memories.

"I can give you what you most desire, but it comes with a catch," he tells them. Rosalie immediately spun, looking at him in suspicion.

"How? Who are you?" she demanded.

"I am known as the Goblin King. I rule the Goblin Kingdom. One of many in the Fae realm. And what would a fae be without magic?" he smirked.

"What's the catch?" Emmett asked.

Jareth turned his attention to him, and stared at him so long, a vampire fidgeted.

"My magic is the most potent in the fae realm. To make you mortal, and keep you mortal, you have to live the rest of your days there. Any children you have may return, should they wish, but you are to remain. However, you cannot be in my realm without a purpose. We must find you one," he tells them.

"I'll do it!" Rosalie exclaims. "Anything to be human."

"I'll go as well. I go nowhere without Rose," Emmett says. Jareth turns his head to the last, Jasper. Jasper nods, but doesn't say a word.

"Very well. Who is who?" he asked. They all gave their names and he nodded. Isabella may be miffed at him for a while, but she really had missed these three.

"Mrs. Rosalie Hale McCarty, you are to by my wife's new companion. To be her confidant," he tells her.

"I agree," she says with a curtsy. Jareth snaps his fingers, and she is human. No pain. No fuss. A snap of his fingers and she has a pulse. Her cheeks flush and her hazel eyes brighten as she turns to her husband.

"Emmett McCarty, you and Jasper Whitlock are to be my wife's guards. Protecting her at all costs," Jareth said, looking at the two males.

"I agree," they said at the same time, with deep bows. Jareth snaps his fingers and they both are human, when they rise. Jasper has a tan, and steel blue eyes, while Emmett has even tanner skin, almost the same shade as the shifters, and blue hazel eyes. They hear a choked bark of sorts and everyone turns to see the female shifter head into the line of trees before reemerging in a dark green summer dress. Her eyes locked onto Jasper.

"Your name, Miss?" Jareth asks her.

"Leah," she breathes. He nods.

"You can be my wife's second companion," he states, and once again snaps his fingers. Leah doubles over, holding her lower abdomen. Every wolf crouches and growls at the Goblin King.

"What have you done?" Jacob demands.

"Given her what she wants most," he tells the shifter before ignoring him and getting back to business. He has already been too long away from Isabella.

"As for the rest of you, you have caused my wife great distress. She refuses to forget. And only time will tell if she forgives. But for now-," Jareth waves a hand, and three crystal balls fall on Carlisle's, Esme's, and Alice's heads, taking them to Edwards oubliette.

"Now, now that business is taken ca-" he began but was immediately cut off by a familiar voice.

"Jareth!"

Everyone turned to see a beautiful sight. Isabella, or at least, everyone thinks it's her, because they certainly share similarities. There were subtle changes, but there was no mistaking her scent.

Isabella had waited for as long as she could, but magic, however wonderful and handy it is, is no substitute for the real thing, and right now, she needed the real thing. Not to mention, a fucking orgasm! She needed her husband. She walked quickly and determinate up to him, shoved him into the nearest tree before she proceeded to dominate his mouth. Well, he wouldn't take that for long. He was King afterall. With a growl, he spun until she was the one pinned to the tree, and pushed into her as far as physics would allow. She brought her legs up to wrap around his slim hips, and moaned as her naked core begged for friction.

Jareth, though more than happy to continue their earlier activities, didn't want to continue them here in the mortal realm surrounded by teen aged boys and who knew what else.

"Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Leah, you will remain confined to the castle until I say otherwise. Feel free to explore the grounds, but stay out of the labyrinth. Your rooms have your names on them," he waved his hand and the four newly made humans disappeared in a shower of glitter. He then turned to the pack.

"I realize she was a friend and sister. She will be allowed to come and visit. Something tells me, no one says no to Leah, when she wants something. When will be up to her," he told them. Isabella pressed herself into his back, and he closed his eyes for but a moment to savor her close proximity, and he reached back to run his hand down her lower back, over her ass, and upper thigh, before continuing. He conjured a three crystals and sent them to Jacob. They hovered in front of his face.

"Should you wish to contact her, or she you, simply say her name and she will appear within the crystal. We are going now. We may visit, we may not. Until then, I have a promise to fulfill," he said, turning and picking Isabella up in a bridal carry. Her arms winding around him as she buried her face into his neck, taking in his scent. She wouldn't say a word. This was Jareth's area of expertise. He knew what he was going.

"And what promise is that?" Jacob asked. Jareth looked back at the young shifter. His eyes boring into Jacobs. He could see how in love with Isabella Jacob was. This was a necessary pain. For the young shifter to move on. Jareth was cruel, but not needlessly so.

"Isabella and I are going to have a child," Jareth smiled softly. It was then Jacob lost his battle with his wolf. He turned and ran into the trees, phasing as he did so. Jareth looked after him with pity in his eyes, before he gave the pack one last glance and disappeared to the Fae realm, leaving a once strong pack with gaping holes.