Chapter 26
Well, this is it! This is the end of Sarah and Jareth's journey in this story. It has been a labor of love, frustration, elation, and persistence. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for joining me in this adventure. And now, the final chapter- I tried to send you off right with the….ummm….*steamiest* smut I've ever written; I've got to challenge myself as a writer, right? ;)
Epilogue II- M-RATING, Warming the Bed
3 years later
"Mama, mama!" A short, wily bundle of energy with blonde curls bounded into her mother's apartments, weaving through the skirts of the many servants and maidens that rushed furiously around the room readying their queen for the upcoming ceremony.
"Over here, my dear," Sarah waved her hand from her vanity, and the little girl honed in like a falcon to it's prey, launching herself into her mother's lap with a gleeful giggle. The two servants who stood to either side of Sarah- one attending her face powder and tints, the other curling her hair into wavy locks that would behave under the weight of a crown- instinctively removed their hands from their queen until the child had settled herself; Sarah had lost an unknown number of hairs and eyelashes before her maidens had learned what a forceful landing the little princess was capable of making.
"Mama, guess what?" The little girl stared eagerly into her mother's face, and Sarah could not help but to return her daughter's bright smile.
"What, my love?" Sarah replied, preparing herself for any number of topics which were endlessly interesting to the little girl, but less so to her; Sarah recalled an evening where Jareth and she had been subjected to a nearly two hour story about a magic frog and his friends.
"Daddy sent me to tell you a secret." The little girl leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping dramatically on the last word, as if to emphasize the importance of maintaining the covert nature of her mission. Sarah suppressed a smirk, and turned her head so that her daughter could whisper in her ear.
"And what secret is that, Jana?" Sarah whispered back. Her heart melted a little when her daughter's warm breath hit her ear,
"Daddy says that, that you'll be the prettiest at the wedding!"
Sarah laughed out loud. "He said that, did he?" Sarah's eyes went wide, as if genuinely surprised. Jana's eyes widened in return, and she began nodding her head enthusiastically.
"He did, he did! I promise, I pinky promise!" Sarah smiled once more at the colloquial gesture she had taught her daughter only a few weeks before, and was delighted- if not amused- at how often her daughter used it in everyday life; she pinky promised to brush her teeth after dinner, she pinky promised to not jump in puddles, she pinky promised only to take one cookie for dessert. Jareth found it less amusing, and that tickled Sarah all the more.
"My lady," one of her servants said, "if we are to arrive at his majesty's desired time, we must hurry to place your crown," the young woman urged, clearly worried about incurring the king's wrath for not getting the queen ready in time. Sarah fought the urge to roll her eyes at her husband's annoying penchant for being punctual, but she conceded that today, at least, was not about them.
"Yes, of course," Sarah picked Jana up and gently placed her on the ground. "Now Jana, sweetie, Mama needs to finish getting ready. So be a good girl, don't get your pretty dress dirty, and go with the Lady Radnor, all right?" Sarah hoped internally that her headstrong child didn't pick this particular day to feel her oats.
Luckily, satisfied by the special treat of wearing an especially frilly gown, Jana nodded her head vigorously and turned to find her governess for the day, before turning back around and producing a small folded piece of parchment from the folds of her petticoats.
"This is from Daddy," depositing the note haphazardly before making her way through the servants. Sarah smiled as she watched her daughter disappear into the throng again, before looking down and glancing at the note from her husband. After reading through it though, she quickly folded it back and hid it in her gowns, and fought to hide the furious blush that was spreading steadily onto her cheeks.
"I look forward to warming the wedding bed with you tonight, my love.
- Your eager husband"
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Sarah relaxed a bit as the doors to the wedding suite were closed behind them, leaving them alone at last in the quiet, dark privacy of the room. She rolled her shoulders to banish some of the soreness that had accumulated through the lengthy marriage ceremony and festive reception that followed. Though Sarah enjoyed witnessing- in an official, royal capacity- the wedding between one of the council member's sons and a daughter of one of the larger livestock merchants, she was thankful such extravagant events were fairly rare. They were both taxing and more than a little boring if you weren't the couple of honor.
"Was Jana not the most precious flower girl you've ever seen?" Sarah questioned her husband with a broad smile on her lips as she removed her crown and placed it gently in the velvet-lined box provided by the servants. She could hear Jareth reply from across the room where he was doing the same.
"There are none so precious as our daughter, but to see her in her finery, she is all the more so."
"Hmm," Sarah hummed in agreement as she began removing the kerchief cloths that provided some maternal modesty underneath her gown. She smiled broadly again when she felt her husband's eager fingers being pulling impatiently at the laces of her bodice. Sarah simply surrendered, happy to let her husband lead her through the other side of this unusual Fae custom.
"Do you remember our wedding night, my dearest?" Jareth whispered gently, his breath warm on the shell of her ear. Sarah shivered before she could stop herself.
"I...I do," Sarah breathed, turning her head to take in the sight of the perfectly made up bed before them, the sheets tucked crisply and the linens smooth and soft. Jareth followed her gaze and chuckled darkly.
"Do you remember your reaction the first time you learned of this practice?" It was Sarah's turn to chuckle in return.
"I remember it well. I believe the term 'utterly shocked' describes it best," she felt as Jareth's fingers began pulling more frantically, and her gown began falling from her body.
"Yes, I would quite agree with that. But you took to it well enough, didn't you?"
Sarah was about to give a scathing response, but was cut off when Jareth grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and gave the loosened ties a rough yank, pitching her forward as the fabric was ripped apart then pushed off her torso.
"Jareth-!" Sarah tried to protest, but she became too overwhelmed to speak when his fierce grip clutched the cloth at her hips and wrenched it down, leaving the once-beautiful gown in a frayed, crumpled pile at her feet. She then felt his bruising grip at her shoulders, twisting her to face him.
Their lips collided. His tongue invaded her mouth in an instant. Warmth, wetness, and the overpowering taste of him flooded her senses and rendered her wordless. He tilted his head ever so slightly, caressed his lips against hers, and vibrations from his little moans filled her mouth and sent a white hot streak of need pounding through her body. Her hands, which had been frozen in shock, sprang to life and gripped his shoulders, pulling his body closer. Then his hands dropped from her shoulders and began pulling at the laces of her loose-fitting undergown, pushing it off her body and grasping immediately her globe-like breasts in each hand. Sarah returned his moans in a show of approval. Then she felt herself being pulled towards the bed. Sarah's eyes snapped open.
"But- wait- what-" Sarah could hardly articulate a single thought, her blood was pounding through her body too quickly. Before she could try again though, Jareth turned her again to face the bed, then shoved her harshly, sending her crashing into the mattress. She tried to turn over to face him, but his hands landed squarely over her shoulders, pinning her where she laid. Sarah whimpered, though in fright or excitement she couldn't discern even herself.
"Sarah," Jareth whispered, his lips right next to her ear, "do you truly believe I would never hurt you?" His harsh gasps filled the room, and the mark of his strong desire for her poked into her hip. She nodded, unsure of her voice.
"No, my darling," he replied in a gentler tone, "please- I must hear you say it."
Sarah, gasping herself, took a deep breath, before responding, "I know that you would never hurt me, Jareth. I trust you with my life and Jana's life."
Sarah heard and felt him breathe deeply, as if in conquest, and she thought she could almost feel the blood pound through his erection to harden him further.
"All you ever need say is 'stop', do you understand me?" Jareth questioned her. Sarah could tell from his tone of voice the exact response he expected.
"Yes, sir," she replied meekly. He patted her bottom affectionately, his voice once again carefree and relaxed, almost indifferent.
"Good girl. Now stay there, just like that, my good girl. No turning your head, or there will be consequences."
Sarah's body tingled in excitement and anticipation. Jareth would be the first to tell anyone that she was his equal in all things, the mother of his most precious child, his right hand and his beloved- outside the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, however, Jareth pushed and shoved and ordered and whispered filthy commands and Sarah loved it all.
She did her best to remain completely still, but she could hear the rustle of fabric as Jareth undressed. Soon, the quiet sound of his voice floated to her,
"What do you remember about this custom, my dear? Be specific." Sarah focused on her breathing to steady herself.
"That it's called 'warming the bed', where an older married couple...umm…" Sarah wasn't sure how best to word it, but Jareth had no patience for her indecision and rewarded it with a swift, open-handed smack to her ass. Sarah yelped.
"I told you to be specific, love," Jareth soothed, "and I meant it."
Sarah, a bit more shakily, took another few breaths to calm herself before continuing.
"They...they fuck...they fuck each other in the marriage bed. Then the newly married couple comes in after and they...they consummate their marriage on the same sheets."
"Hmm," Jareth replied nonchalantly, before continuing, "don't move."
Sarah was about to ask why, but she jumped when she felt something extremely cold touch the stinging flesh where Jareth had spanked her. She turned her head in bewilderment to see that Jareth, now nude, had produced an ice cube from somewhere and was now rubbing it over the swollen skin gingerly, perched on the edge of the bed as he did so. At first she tried to shy away from the extreme sensation, but Jareth wordlessly gripped her hip and kept her immobile, forcing her to receive his ministrations. He then began rubbing the cube against her skin in small circles, and Sarah felt herself fall further into the trance-like state that Jareth always pushed her into with these sessions. At some point, she noticed that she was undulating her body back and forth to match and accentuate the little circles he made on her skin, and she felt drops of cool water run down the back of her thigh. It was maddening and overwhelmed her nerves.
"You are mostly correct, my dear." Sarah felt the cube begin to drift from where he had smacked her- which was now pleasantly numb- towards her spine and tailbone. She felt his hand glide over her sensitive skin from her hip, down her thigh, to her knees where she knelt on the covers. He applied gentle pressure, urging her to spread her legs further. She did, arching down further into the mattress, savoring the feeling of the cloth as it rubbed tantalizingly against her nipples.
"However, there is one important fact you missed," Sarah struggled to stay focused on his voice and words as the cube produced drop after drop of cold water that trailed down her back, over the curve of her ass, and down her thigh, before being absorbed into the sheets, which had grown wet near her knees as his treatment had continued. As he moved the cube, the trails of water were moving dangerously close to the swollen lips of her sex as they traveled down her body. It finally clicked in Sarah's lust-fogged brain that this was what Jareth was trying to accomplish.
"The point of this custom is to encourage an active enjoyment of pleasure in the new couple. Both from the older couple's enjoyment…" Sarah felt the bed dip as Jareth leaned in, and she whined and whimpered as a drop let dripped down one of her lips and came so close to her clit, "and their example."
Suddenly the cube was gone from her skin, and was touched to her clit. Sarah screamed- it was hot and cold and burning and freezing and bad and yet so so good. Sarah vaguely registered Jareth gripping her hip again to steady her, as he began massaging what was left of the cube against her swollen button. She tried to buck- closer or further away, she couldn't even decide- but Jareth only gripped her flesh harder. After agonizing seconds, the melting cube was gone altogether, and all that remained was the cool flesh of Jareth's fingertip stroking her. Sarah couldn't stop the whimpers that poured freely from her mouth, she was so close to something, she could barely think.
"That means," suddenly Jareth was gone from her side, and Sarah whimpered and whined louder in desperation, "that we must show this new couple what it truly means to consummate."
Sarah saw that Jareth was now sitting at the head of the bed, near her head, with a silk sash in hand.
"And I intend to do just that. Put your hands together." Sarah, too far gone down the rabbit hole of sensation and pleasure, quickly clasped them together, intertwining her fingers. Jareth chuckled at the speed with which she complied.
"My eager, good girl," Jareth soothed quietly, wrapping the silk around her wrists in gently, but firm, knots, and when he removed his hands, she found that they were comfortable, but inescapable.
"Now turn and face the foot of the bed, ass in the air."
Sarah scrambled to obey, wriggling on the sheets and wrinkling them as she moved, laying her head and arching her back to jut her ass in the air as far as she could comfortably.
"Do you know how I intend to do that?" Sarah moaned in pure pleasure as she felt the heat of Jareth's skin on her thighs.
"N-no, sir," Sarah whimpered, as she felt the head of his cock probe her lower lips and slick itself in her juices.
"I'm going to make you move."
Another smack to her ass, this one harder, and Sarah screamed louder. Jareth groaned, and pushed the tip of his cock inside her. Sarah begged him,
"Please, please put your cock inside me, I need it!" But Jareth only scoffed, though his voice was strained when he replied,
"No lovely, you're going to put it inside you. Do it. Now."
Sarah only took one second to realize what he meant, before she slammed her hips back against him, roughly encasing him in her tight, wet passage. She felt Jareth shudder,
"So. Fucking. Good, Sarah," He ground out through his clenched teeth. "Now- work yourself on my cock. Make me cum, like a good little girl."
Sarah began rocking back and forth immediately, but soon realized why Jareth had bound her wrists- the ties were extremely restricting. More of her body was brought into contact with the sheets as she was forced to hunched forward to keep her wrists together comfortably. Each time she pitched forward on his cock, she came closer to the edge of the bed, before having to push against mattress with her bound hands to keep from falling off the bed altogether. Sarah noticed this repeated motion was making the sheets an absolute mess.
"Oh...oooohhhh gods Sarah, you do this so fucking good," Jareth moaned, his fingertips ghosting over her flesh, content to let her work herself with no additional support. It made her have to move over the mattress more. A sheen of sweat broke out over her skin from her efforts, and Sarah realized that the added contact with the sheets would leave them damp as well as wrinkled; it was going to look and feel like a hog had been roped in that bed when they were done.
"Jareth," Sarah panted, still pitching back and forth wildly on his cock , "I can't...like this...I need…." A powerful sphere of warmth and pleasure had built itself between her legs, but her restrictions and the position kept her from manipulating it into full-blown orgasm. Sarah felt the bed dip slightly as Jareth leaned forward a bit, and touched her clit gently before pulling his hand away. Sarah was about to protest before something amazing started radiating from where he had touched her.
"Early birthday present, darling," Jareth panted in return, now gently affixing his hands to Sarah's hips to drive himself deeper. "Enjoy."
Sarah couldn't understand what was happening at first, except to recognize a pleasant warmth on her clit. Jareth had never brought magic into their sexual repertoire before; she assumed either it was not acceptable in Fae culture, or he wasn't comfortable with it. Either way, she had never had reason to complain before- to be perfectly honest, there was nothing lacking in their sex life enough to warrant it's inclusion. Now, though, Sarah began to wonder what they hadn't tried it before. It felt like her lover licking and sucking and stroking all at the same time, and tiny little vibration-like pulses reverberated from that point of contact to some center of sensation deep within her that made her cunt and ass clench in mind-numbing pleasure. Sarah froze, and couldn't find it within her to even moan or whimper in pleasure; she could only be still as Jareth fucked her roughly from behind and the spell he had cast worked her body into fervor. His strokes deepened and quickened, but Sarah could only feel terror and elation as she felt the impending crest of a powerful wave of orgasm.
"Sarah," Jareth grunted, "don't be afraid. Let it go."
She was about to nod her head when her instincts told her to stuff her mouth with the sheets and scream. She gripped the covers, and her whole body shook as the sensation of orgasm filled every nerve from her head to her toe. Sarah at some point registered a gush of fluid from between her legs around Jareth's cock, soaking them both as the spell rendered her powerless in its throes.
"Oh, shit!" Jareth cursed loudly, before pushing to the hilt and spilling himself inside his beloved.
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"What's this?" Jareth suspiciously eyed the envelope his wife had handed him at the breakfast table. His cautious tone caused Jana to focus her attention on her father over her traditional breakfast of chocolate chip waffles.
Sarah grinned as she seated herself. "It's a surprise, silly."
"Surprise?!" Jana screeched in excitement. "I love surprises!"
Sarah chuckled. "I bet you and Daddy are going to love this surprise." Jana was eagerly squirming in her seat, waiting for the promised surprise, but Jareth could only stare at his wife apprehensively.
"Open it, open it!" Jana crowed, and with only one more furtive glance at his wife, Jareth tore open the envelope and dumped it's contents on the table. Then he was speechless. Jana not as much, though.
"What is it? Are they socks, like for a doll?" Jana questioned.
"No, sweetie," Sarah's eyes teared up as her gaze met her husband's. A million words and more rushed between them in an instant.
"They're booties- for a baby."