"What do I sacrifice? Famine for food, expectation for content. To be privileged to put my arms round what I value - to press my lips to what I love - to repose on what I trust: is that to make a sacrifice? If so, then certainly I delight in sacrifice."
"I must have you. The wold may laugh - may call me absurd, selfish - but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame."
One week after Sarah's arrival to the Castle Beyond the Goblin City
Four and a half months since her departure from Aster Hall
It took a few days for Sarah to fully recover. Most of it was psychological torture, as the Healers could find almost no physical evidence of her injuries, even if she was crying out in pain that her body hurt from what Fake Jareth did to her.
As often as time allowed, Jareth was by her side, patiently staying with her. If he couldn't, he invited Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Didymus to keep her company, for which she was very grateful for.
On the day Sarah finally recovered, she was disappointed to find that Jareth was busy, so she went to go and spend time with Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Didymus. They stayed in the garden, having some lunch, enjoying the transition of spring into summer.
"This is my favorite time of the year." Sarah gazed at the sky wistfully. "It's so beautiful, so vibrant. Every season of the year is wonderful, but there's something poetic about new life springing forth after the hibernation of winter."
"Maybe I'd feel the same if spring wasn't so damn busy with the gardening." Hoggle said gruffly. "Better than the heat of summer though."
"Look, the children are coming out!" Sir Didymus pointed.
Sarah waved at the group of children with their caretakers. Many waved back, smiles bright.
"Look!" One little boy said. "That's the soldier! One of the people who saved me!"
With a jolt, Sarah felt a wave of emotion when the sea of children came to gather around her, all praising her for her bravery. They each took turns telling her how much they missed their parents and how sad they were that they wouldn't be able to see them until they were adults. Some recounted their tragic tales of lost loved ones, even the littlest of humans. Sarah, of course, understood loss and was able to relate to them all, giving them hope in such trying times.
Her three friends watched in fascination, amazed at the person who stood in front of them. While Jareth and Sarah had briefed them on her true identity as the Estellan solider who saved these children, to see them cling to her in gratitude was another matter entirely.
"I can't take all the credit." She said to one small boy who decided that his favorite place to be was on her lap. "My friend helped me. She has done so much. Not to mention the Goblin King."
If it weren't for Hope, many of these children would have died. She missed her friend, hoping that she wasn't suffering any consequences.
The caretakers told her that they were going to take the children to a river, to do some exploring. While there, Sarah taught them how to make flower crowns and sang little fun songs to sing while making these crowns. Hoggle even made one, reluctantly agreeing that they were pretty. Sir Didymus was much more fascinated by Sarah's tale of bravery and of love when she was at war and when she ran the Labyrinth. Ludo was just glad to find pretty rocks by the stream to collect.
They weren't sure how it happened, but one by one, goblins had also gathered around them.
"I like eating flowers." One goblin took a large much out of one of them.
"Do you think flowers would make the Bog less smelly?" Another asked.
Sarah gagged. Gods, she hoped to never ever had to go near it again. She had crossed over this one weak bridge that broke after she jumped to safety. She understood now why Jareth used it as a threat to the goblins. As indestructible as they all were, he needed something to really threaten them to behave.
No amount of flowers could make that place smell good.
"Not sure if that would work, but you could always try." Sarah laughed anyway.
After one epic tale from Sir Didymus and Ludo graciously giving each child a shiny rock, a couple little girls were doing a little dance. "Dance with us, Miss Sarah!"
They took her hands and for the first time in months, Sarah danced, her soul set free.
Jareth was finally done with work. Gods, today had been irritatingly long.
He walked around the castle, feeling strange that the place was so eerily quiet. "Hmm, where are those pesky goblins?"
He could have asked for someone, but instead, he decided to take a walk. Nothing felt wrong or sinister, just odd. He rather enjoyed the peace and quiet, usually only finding that in the quiet hours of the night when he would fly underneath the moon.
Off in the distance, he heard the laughter of children. Smiling, he went to go observe what was happening.
Pleasantly surprised, Jareth watched as the children were all laughing and dancing with Sarah and the goblins. Of course the goblins would want to seek Sarah out. She tempered their king and was soft with them unlike himself. Not that they didn't love Jareth, but he was a loud firework when Sarah was a glowing soft candle.
Maybe that wasn't a totally accurate analogy, as Sarah was also the most fierce person he had ever met.
He delighted in watching Sarah dance. He hadn't seen her dance without a partner since the first day they met.
And how wonderful her dancing was. Her body gracefully moving with nature, her head held high and her smile wide on her face. The wind cascaded around her, bringing leaves and small flowers to swirl around her body as it contorted.
The goblins tried to follow suit but ended up bumping into each other. The children fared slightly better, mostly concerned with having a good time.
Jareth really was wholly entranced by her. When he told her that he would fall of a horse every day just to see her dance, he meant it. He could watch her all day, satisfied with just being this close to her.
When they stopped, Sarah took a curtsey, excited and happy to be with her. With her as the Goblin Queen, there was no doubt that the kingdom would flourish and shine under her reign.
He moved out of the shadows, clapping. "Well done, all of you."
Sarah was a little startled when Jareth came into view. It was so good to see him. "J- Your Majesty." She curtsied.
"Tsk tsk, none of that now." He put a hand to stop her. "You, My Champion, need not bow to me."
He took her hand, placing it in the crook of her elbow. The children giggled at the affectionate smile that he treated them. Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Didymus looked at each other, truly seeing the couple in their natural and loving state. Hoggle had his reservations about his new best friend with such a rat, but even he couldn't deny that there was no one better for her than Jareth.
"I see that you all are enjoying being outside this lovely evening." He looked at the setting sun, reminded of the first time he told Sarah of his love for her. "How about we all have dinner out here?"
The children loved that idea, and the goblins did too. Not to mention Jareth himself as the goblins wouldn't make a mess in the throne room so this was much nicer.
Sarah made a point to sit on Jareth's right side so that he could easily gaze at her while eating with his seeing eye. He noticed that she was mindful of his eyesight, grateful that such a thoughtful creature fell in love with him just as he had fallen in love with her.
Dinner was a lovely affair. The children were interrupting them with stories and ideas for games for the first half of dinner.
The second half, they largely left them alone, leaving Jareth and Sarah to finally speak to each other.
"I missed you, Love." He had eyes only for her. "I am very happy that you are healing and are having a great time with the children."
"I missed you too." She felt shy all of a sudden, averting her eyes. He was just so beautiful, even with his scars. She couldn't understand how anyone could honestly say that he was hideous. He took her very breath away. "How was today?"
"Dreadful." He snorted. "But, I did send a correspondence to the High Council-"
"You mean The Chins?" She took another bite of food, chuckling with him.
"Yes, The Chins." He grinned. "I have informed them of your victory over the Labyrinth."
He held his hand out, touching the amulet on her chest, identical to his. She had added the crystal with the feather onto the same chain, warming his heart. "We will have to meet with them soon."
He wanted to kiss her, but she seemed a bit nervous, so he let her be. It was most likely fears leftover from seeing the Labyrinth take his form to hurt her. Sarah had been nothing but pleasant to him, and yet she was a little distant to him and the last thing he wanted to do was to move on her while she was possibly scared. It caused a sharp pain in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He could only wait for her to approach him.
Sarah took a harsh breath when he said that they would have to meet with The Chins. She was their equal now, as she was now a Champion, but she was not like any other Runner. She still was some poor girl from Estella, orphaned and a former governess. She was not a princess like the first Champion or someone of high status. She was just Sarah. Plain old Sarah.
She had been nervous to court Jareth when he was the Master of Aster Hall. Now, she was knowingly courting a King! She should feel confident, and she often was, demanding to be treated as an equal. But that didn't mean that anxiety and fears wouldn't settle in. What if she was a terrible queen? What if marrying Jareth was a mistake? Yes, she had a good heart, but her knowledge of how to do her tasks as queen was next to nothing. How could she lead? How could anyone expect her to go from a governess teaching one child to leading a kingdom that she had been living in for only a little over a year?
Not to mention, Jareth seemed a bit distant from her, still warm as usual but on guard. She wanted to talk to him, wanted to hold him and to have things go back to how they were before.
Did too many things change? After all, during their separation, she had gone to war, Jareth had taken children away, and both nearly died. What if this proved too much for their relationship to handle?
All of these thoughts overwhelmed her, anxiety setting in. Without realizing it, she was taking quick, shallow breaths and started to sweat profusely.
"Sarah?" Jareth wasn't exactly sure if he was reading her correctly. "Forgive me if I am mistaken, but you seem a little pale." It was hard to tell from his injured eyes, but she did look a little unwell.
"I'm fine." She said, trying to breathe calmly and come back to reality from her mini anxiety attack. "I think I will retire for the night." She stood, feeling faint.
"Let me escort you to your room." He got up right away, his hand comfortingly on her lower back.
The gesture was so comforting that her heart immediately slowed.
See? Nothing to worry about. He loves you. Her mind tried to console her.
Or maybe it's because he's just being kind. The pessimistic side of her mind echoed back.
Lord, it was exhausting having anxiety.
She thought about refusing his help, not wanting to seem needy or to take his time away from the children, but she also didn't want to be away from him. "That would be nice, thank you."
Sarah promised to spend time with her three friends the next day and the children as well. The goblins invited her to a game of Chicken Basketball, something that she should probably supervise.
They were quiet as they walked back up, Jareth sliding his hand from her back to hold around her waist to steady her. The position was still somewhat modest, but also very intimate.
"I believe that you have exerted yourself, Precious." He said worriedly. "As much as I enjoyed your dancing, I would not have you do that if it meant hurting yourself."
Sarah's worries faded a little more, but they were still there. "You have been spying on me then." She teased him a little. "How ungentlemanly of you."
"Hardly spying when you were surrounded by the goblins and all the children." He perked up at her bantering with him.
"Honestly, Jareth," She turned to look at him. "I'm fine. I really shouldn't have been in the infirmary for as long as I did."
"Don't underestimate psychological torture of the Labyrinth, Sarah." He warned her. "You know, many have fallen prey in the junk yard, forever doomed to be obsessed with garbage and materials of the world instead of any real connections."
Sarah shuddered. "That's who all those people were?"
"Yes. None of those are regular runners, I may let them stay there a while but I always bring them back out. However, for people who run to be Champion, the Goblin King or Queen cannot interfere. I had faith that you would come out unscathed. They seem happy enough, but I would not want to be one of them. The fact that you escaped on your own shows true strength."
Sarah felt a bit sick, remembering how easy it was for her to almost become one of those creatures. "Jareth, can we not talk about it? That experience was terrifying."
Jareth swore to himself for not being considerate. "I'm sorry, I'm so used to regular Runners encountering it instead of you, a situation where I could save them. Of course, Love."
They got to her room, the nicest guest room that the castle had. Jareth told her that he was planning on moving her to the Goblin Queen suite (that was currently empty for obvious reasons). Even if they were to share a bed eventually, he felt that she should still have that room as her own, to do whatever she wanted with it. Knowing his Sarah, she would turn it into a library of sorts.
He kissed her knuckles like the gentleman that he was, holding that hand in both of his, running his thumbs over them. "I will call for the Healer."
"No, I'm fine, really." Sarah put her hand on top of his.
Jareth still looked unsure.
"I promise that if I feel ill, I will ask for them." She tip toed and kissed his cheek. Just a tiny peck.
Jareth's face burst into a smile at the tiny display of affection as he always did when his Sarah was so sweet to him. "Sleep well, you Precious Thing."
He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. They shared a chaste kiss, the only kind of kiss that they had given each other since Sarah's Labyrinth run.
"You too, Jare." Her eyes made little half moon figures when she was happy, one of Jareth's favorite physical traits of hers.
"Jare?" He grinned. "I like that. But only because you said it. I shall make it illegal for anyone to call me that except you. Punishment is attempting to clean up the Bog of Eternal Stench."
Sarah shook her head. "You ridiculous thing. Goodnight, Jare."
"Goodnight, Love." He kissed her forehead one last time, making sure that she was inside and door locked before he left.
Sarah laid in her bed, reading a book. She didn't want to sleep, the air of loneliness threatening to overtake her.
She couldn't get Jareth out of her thoughts. He had shown her even more affection, but her stupid anxiety was making her worry needlessly. Or maybe it wasn't needlessly.
She shook her head. "No, Jareth loves me, and I trust him."
Her actions reflected that trust, but she could not shake years of being ignored by her father and Karen away. Not to mention the torment she experienced in Aunt Vicky's household.
Or worse, the actual hurt that Jareth had inflicted upon her himself.
But… today… when he had been close to her, whispering secrets and having fun, that made her forget all of her worries. Even now, she could smell the peach and cinnamon scent from him. And he was gorgeous. Fuck the fae who didn't think so, for he was glorious.
At thought of his beauty, Sarah felt herself grow hot and slick between her legs.
She moaned. She imagined his hand traveling from her knee up her body.
It was a terrible trap to fantasize about him like this, for it just made her more lonely when she climaxed without him to hold afterwards. But she didn't care. This was the first night that she was completely alone for a while, and damn it, she was going to take care of her physical needs.
She arched her back, untying the bathrobe.
Hoping to distract himself, Jareth also tried to read a book. Anything to keep his mind off of Sarah before bed.
But the more he tried to push thoughts of Sarah out of his head, the stronger the image of her face was. His memory filled in the colors that he could not see, her jade eyes intense in the waning sun.
Her dancing was not at all provocative, but it still inspired thoughts of being intimate with her into his mind. He remembered that night, the night that Alondra, Eldar, and Terrance had saved him, how he felt her soft curves against his hard body, going mad at the thought that he might have died without making love to her at least once.
He felt very hot, very aroused. Looking down, he saw a tent building up under the blankets.
He tried to sleep but couldn't. His erection was persistent and driving him mad. It wouldn't have been out of the norm for him to go out and find some woman to have sex with, to relieve of that carnal desire. But his body only craved Sarah, the only woman that he would have.
"Sarah…" he lowered his hand down.
She untied the robe but kept it on her. She was wearing only panties underneath. Using her hands alone, she touched her ankles and slowly dragged them up with her eyes closed. The idea of Jareth touching her like this…
She pinched her hips and smoothed past her private areas. She felt her panties getting even more soaked, thinking of his body covering hers.
She squeezed her breasts with her hands, pinching the nipples. Oh how she wanted him to lick and suck her there. She thought of the smell of him again, growing more wet.
She couldn't take it anymore. She slid her hand down her underwear and gently touched herself. She was so incredibly wet, her body preparing itself to be penetrated.
She thought of how he had been so seductive, so smooth and suave in his every step. How his maleness had been emphasized in his tight pants. How her eyes had been drawn to it. All she could see was him touching her and pushing himself inside.
She penetrated herself with her fingers, groaning a the thickness of using two fingers instead of one. Oh how she wanted to feel him thrust into her. She circled around her clit, using her other hand to massage her breasts.
He pushed down his pants and grabbed himself with his hand, pumping himself up and down, sighing in pleasure. He pumped himself a little faster, groaning. He imagine kissing her deeply, his tongue inside of hers and hers in his. He imagined holding her close and feeling her perfect breasts with hard nipples rubbing against his chest. He thought of her beautiful smile and imagined what she would sound like if he made her moan in ecstasy.
"Yes..." he was getting a little closer. He threw his head back, the tip of his cock swollen and red. He took off his shirt, letting himself be in the moment. The thought of his fingers in her made him hot. He wanted to take off her clothes with his teeth and run his hands up her legs to grab her panties and pull them down while he bit and marked her neck. That way, everyone would know that she was his woman.
He went faster. Now he was imagining her body against his, their hips colliding. He wanted to claim her, to plunge his hard cock in her and make her forget every other boy and man. So she can think of him and him alone. The thought of being inside her wet, warm body made him go faster.
"Yes!" He cried out. "Sarah!"
When he came from his high, he let out a final moan to empty himself. He could see her his in mind's eye.
On one hand, he wanted her to go away, that he finally got the release he needed. On the other hand, he wanted her even more.
He tried to shake away thoughts of loneliness and desire.
Sarah went faster and faster. Nothing existed but the face of Jareth pushing harder and harder in her, claiming her body as she claimed his, as she would pull him in and hold him there with her legs wrapped around him.
She needed this. She would die if she didn't reach it. She went faster and faster, her hand getting sore but frankly, she didn't care. She needed Jareth to be in her, to fill her.
"Jareth!" She yelled as relief flooded through her. Her body shook and she breathed hard, still wringing out the rest of her orgasm.
When she was done, she felt a bit of sadness, of longing. She got what she wanted: sexual release. But now she wanted to hold him. To kiss him. To feel his hand caress her naked body until she fell asleep.
She pulled the blankets over her, sadness and loneliness threatening to overwhelm her.
After a few stray tears, she shook them off. This was ridiculous. He loved her, right?
Getting up, she went to clean herself. It would not do her or Jareth good for her mind to get anxious like this. She had to go see him.
Dressed in fresh clothing, she went to see Jareth in his chambers.
Jareth opened his door, worried to see Sarah there and so late at night. "Sarah? What's wrong? Are you ill?"
It unnerved him that she showed up right after he had finished cleaning up after his self pleasure. One that involved imagining her in his embrace.
Sarah was shivering a little, forgetting to bring a thicker robe. "Nothing's wrong. I... um... I was wondering if I could stay here with you. I don't want to be alone right now."
Jareth opened the door and gestured for her to come in. He wasn't sure how long she would stay, but wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. "Do you want anything to drink?"
She shook her head. "No, thank you. Did I wake you?"
"Not at all." He gestured to his couch for them to sit. "I was thinking of going for a flight but I'd much rather stay with you."
"And how is your flying?" She inquired, recalling the owl form.
"Not too well, I can only go for a short distance, mainly around Goblin City and the Labyrinth for now." He smiled sadly. "But it's alright. I'm still relearning and getting better each time."
Sarah blinked and her tears fell down her cheeks. "I'm sorry."
"Shh." He held her, kissing the top of her head. "Never be sorry. Having you here and safe in what matters. It's only a shame that I'm not so beautiful anymore." He said the last sentence lightly, joking with her.
But they knew it wasn't a joke to him. Fae prided themselves on their beauty, unashamed to show off their bodies unlike the much more modest humans.
"You're still so beautiful to me." Sarah looked up with a teary smile. She touched the scarred half of his face, tracing over the bumps from his eye to his jawline. "Maybe even more so."
"You're lying." His lips twitched into a smile. "All the fae tell me that I'm hideous, which is why I asked if you had thought that yourself."
"Never." She held onto his neck and sat up in his lap. "Maybe you fae think so, but I find you more beautiful than ever. These scars are from your bravery, from your love. You saved me and saved countless lives that would have died in that foolish war. Love makes you more beautiful than anything else."
Jareth rubbed noses with her. "How lucky am I to have you, someone with such a pure heart. I love you, Precious Sarah."
He kissed her, tasting her as if it was their first time kissing. No, as if it was his first time kissing. All those other women and men, they were important in their own right and most were good, but they mean nothing to him. Not when Sarah was in his arms.
The whole thing was just unbelievable. He was not used to being so happy without at least something looming in the back of his mind. "You would stay with me, love me?" He asked once more. "Me, a broken man who is many years your senior, half blind and scarred? You would sacrifice much by being with me."
He already knew her answer, but he had to make sure.
Sarah was stunned to think that he had been worried about it just as she had. This was hardly a sacrifice to her. Some may say that she was being noble, choosing to run this Labyrinth to the next Champion and risking her neck. Some may say that she was doing too much to be with a King who was half blind and scarred instead of whole and strong.
But, was it truly a sacrifice if she chose love? After all, she felt herself with him. Felt her happiest. Felt real and true. She would sacrifice a hundred times over just to have him in her arms.
"Yes." She hugged him. "I sacrifice nothing by being yours, Jareth. I stand to gain everything. You know, I was anxious today. I don't know, just fears that you're so much more… experienced… and that I'm not good enough for you. Not good enough to be queen. How do I even rule?"
"You are the second person to have the title of Champion of the Labyrinth, and you wonder if you're not good enough for me?" He was baffled. "Sarah, that is not at all true. Besides, lesser people have come to 'rule' before, not caring to even learn how to communicate with the goblins. You will learn, and don't forget, I have been ruling alone for a long time now, so you do not have that pressure to jump in right away. I cannot wait for you to take your place by my side."
"I know, but it's hard. What if you get bored of me? What if I'm not good enough? What if I can't satisfy you?" She looked away.
Jareth put his hand under her chin, pulling it to face him. "You are too good for me, Love. But I don't need to be intimate with you to know that. Your mind satisfies me, your selflessness and fearlessness is all I need to know. We will do this together."
He figured that since she was being so raw and honest, that he should share his fears too. "I was afraid that you were still fearful of me because of the Labyrinth taking my image and hurting you in that form."
"Jare-"
He put a finger to her lips. Normally he wouldn't, but if she interrupted him, he may not finish the rest of his sentence out of cowardice. "The Labyrinth brought out the worst of me, twisting it into something that made me scared because there was a possibility that I would have been that evil to you. My parents were violent, and it's a miracle that I did not turn out that way. I suppose I had enough goodness around me to see that I did not want to be that kind of person. I believe that the Labyrinth wanted to test me too, to let me see the dark sides in me as a lesson of what I could be. To make me vow right then and there that I would take care of its Goblin Queen. It was horrifying, it was terrible."
Sarah just caressed his hair, letting him know, without saying anything, that she knew that he would never do that.
"I want you to know that because I love you, I will never hurt you. I vow it. I swear it." He said with conviction. "And I will tell you this every hour, every minute of every day, if that quells your anxiety. Even better, I will show you in my actions and my affections for you. For the rest of eternity, you are mine and I am yours. I am sorry if you ever feared me, because I am the one who should fear you and your power over me."
Sarah laid against his chest, enjoying the feel of his heartbeat under her palm. "I will do the same for you. Oh, how I adore you, Jareth."
They kissed again, petal-light at first then increasing in intensity.
Sarah slid her hands down his chest, under his robe, and to the soft hairs below his belly button. Jareth pulled his face away, growling. She slid her hands back up and kissed his neck, licking at his carotid artery that was beating faster by the minute. Her small hands went to massage his chest and brush over his nipples.
"Sarah." He rasped, holding her by her upper arms. "You must know, I am extremely aroused by your touching."
She but her bottom lip, smiling coyly. "That's my plan. I'm very aroused by you too."
Jareth's eyes darkened in in understanding. He forced his voice to get softer. "Is this still your first time?"
She nodded, her hands getting shaky. "I couldn't be with anyone else."
He played with the strings of her robe. "I am honored, Love. But I would understand if you did find someone else during our separation."
"Did you?" She needed to know. She wasn't sure why, it wouldn't make a difference, but she was still curious. "I wouldn't mind either. I mean, I wouldn't exactly be happy at the thought, but we weren't a couple during that time."
"No." He promised her. "I couldn't. My body craved for yours alone." He pulled on the strings of her robe a little. "I will be gentle. We can take all night long if you want."
She nodded, still a little fearful. "I just hope that I can live up to your expectations."
"You stole my line!" He kissed her lips again with a laugh. "Trust me, Love. This is your first time. I have no expectations. If you want to stop at any time, know that as always, it doesn't diminish my love for you. I will be content to just be by your side."
Besides, he would delight in finding out exactly what pleased her and showing her what pleased him.
"Then take me to bed." She wrapped her arms around his neck, excited for what was to come.
Jareth happily obliged, lifting her in his arms and kissing her at the same time. He set her down, nudging her to go backwards as they continued to kiss.
She made it to the pillows, Jareth crawling after her on his hands and knees. "Oh, how I've wanted you for so long." He kissed her again. Very slowly, he untied her robe, letting it fall from her shoulders.
She wore a thin nightgown. It clung to her curves like water, giving Jareth a very good look of what was underneath. Already, he could see her nipples harden beneath the thin linen.
Following suit, he took off his own robe, going slowly. Sarah carefully reached out to touch him, amazed by his body.
Sarah's hand moved to the scarred parts of his shoulder, leaning to kiss it lovingly. She needed him to understand that she was far from repulsed by him, that she wanted him exactly for who he was. The hard muscles moved under his skin and he kissed her again, pressing his chest to hers.
The heat emanating from each of their bodies caused an inferno within them, their desires growing ever more intense. Jareth flipped them over so that Sarah was on top, looking down on him.
Shoving down her anxiety, Sarah sat up, sitting right on top of his cock. The movements made Jareth hiss, his hips automatically lifting off the mattress and pressing even harder into Sarah. Her eyes widened at the feel of him.
"Is that how you'd like to do things?" He said in a raspy voice, his eyes dark and needy. "Because I have absolutely no objections. I plan to take you in every position we can think of."
"Maybe another time." She intertwined her fingers in his and leaned in for a kiss. "I just like seeing you like this."
She wiggled her hips a little, feeling more confident as Jareth gripped her waist and slid his hand up to her breasts. Sarah threw her head backwards, her breasts pushed out alluringly for Jareth to view. All the while, his cock hardened even farther. Only his silk pants and her underwear separated their sexes.
He sat up, kissing her neck again. He undid the ties on her nightgown, revealing her breasts.
"You are the most beautiful person I've ever come across. I want to make love to you for all of time." Jareth said in awe of her. "Don't be afraid to just go by your instincts. I want you to be eager, but I am also understanding if you are nervous. Remember, Sarah, you are safe with me."
He kissed her breasts oh so reverently, making sure to take his time pleasing her. Sarah helped him along, shrugging off her gown so that it bunched at her hips, her entire upper body revealed to him. His experienced mouth planted kisses all over, and his equally talented tongue flicked her nipples, pulling them in his mouth. He slid one hand up her spine to her neck and the other hand massaging the breast that his mouth wasn't on.
Sarah almost fell from being overwhelmed by him. "I've wanted this for so long." She moaned. "Gods, this is better than any dream I've had of you."
"Dreams?" Jareth seemed very interested in this fact. He never knew that she had dreams of him. "Tell me, Love, about your dreams of me. They must have been quite colorful."
"Oh yes." Sarah tossed her hair back and gave him a sultry look. "The night that you and I first went to town with Adelaide, I had a dream of us. In this very position." She panted, eyes hooded and hands touching all over Jareth's upper body.
"Mmm." Jareth dragged a pointy fang down her neck, causing Sarah to gyrate against him. He could feel her heat, her dampness calling to him. "Yes, that explains why your scent was so strong that night. I had to fight my instincts as never before. I was already drawn to your wit and your kindness, so that made it even more difficult."
He nipped at her collar bone. "Just like now. Your scent is so arousing, so intoxicating. I am addicted to you."
He flipped them over again, putting himself on top. He pressed their naked chests together, kissing as he went down, his hands caressing the inside of her thighs.
He could sense Sarah's nervousness, so he kissed back up a little, gently kissing around her belly button. Then her thighs. Then her knees and slid his hands up and down her legs.
Sarah wasn't sure what to do with her hands, so she massaged her own breasts, biting her bottom lip. Jareth was not just giving her pleasure, he was using sex as a way to show her his love. That he wanted her to feel more than satisfied, he wanted her to feel bliss. He took great care, not pushing for his own pleasure, just focusing on hers.
"You're not the only one who had dreams of this moment." His voice rasped against her leg. "I have been blessed and plagued by dreams of you too."
Jareth felt that she was probably just as ready as she was going to be. He grabbed her nightgown on her hips and slid it off.
She was almost completely naked except for the panties.
Jareth moved back up to kiss her again, subduing her fears of being completely naked in front of a man for the first time. The last thing he wanted to do was to make her uncomfortable, unsafe, or embarrassed at her own passion. Humans Underground were less prudish than the ones Above but there was still somewhat of a stigma when it came to sex.
Still kissing her lips, he lowered his hand to her underwear, touching the outside of it. Sarah closed her legs instinctively, her lungs taking a sharp breath.
"Shh." Jareth whispered into her ear, kissing her neck softly. "Let me pleasure you, Love. Open your legs for me, please."
He moved his hand off her underwear to make lazy circles around her belly button, creating tingling sensations all over Sarah. He saw the nervousness leave her eyes little by little, his kisses reassuring her that he would wait as long as he needed.
Slowly, her legs opened on their own. He kissed her lips affectionately and moved down. Hooking his fingers on her panties, he slowly pulled it off.
As he had expected, she was beautiful there. So wet and wanting, the dark curls framing her vulva. Jareth was sure that she was red from how swollen she was. He didn't dive in right away, just kissed and licked her legs and below her belly button. She was so aroused that he could taste her wetness on her thighs.
Sarah relaxed a bit more, moaning in pleasure. It was not easy for her to just let go of her timidness, but the more Jareth touched her, the more used to him she was.
She got so comfortable, that at one point, she exclaimed "Jareth, please! I can't take it anymore!"
His chuckle vibrated all over her body. "As you wish, my Love."
He placed his lips over her, kissing her sensually. He pushed his tongue in, enjoying the sweetness of her, needing to devour her. He growled as he plundered her farther, throwing her legs over his shoulders so that he could taste her some more. His cock was aching to be inside of her, but he ignored his own need, focusing on hers.
Sarah gasped when he tasted her, his tongue inside of her opening. Then he switched, his lips and tongue pleasuring her clit while he penetrated her with two of her fingers. She arched her back, her hands above her head. "Jareth!"
He went faster and faster. Jareth never relented, putting his hands under her bottom to lift her to his mouth to consume. She could hardly stand it, her mind turning into mush.
Then, she felt it.
She could only scream as he brought her over the edge. The orgasm rushed from her center all the way around her body and back again, her juices flowing into his lips.
Not until the last shudders of her orgasm faded away did Jareth stop. Sarah barely registered him cleaning her with his tongue, placing another kiss on her. Moving up, he laid on his side, head propped on his elbow, gazing at her.
"How do you feel?" He caressed her body with the back of his hand.
"Like I can't move." She laughed. "Wow, I didn't know that it could feel that good."
"And the more experienced you get, the better it will be." He grinned. "Especially with me."
"You are so arrogant." Sarah gazed a the ceiling, shaking her head in amusement.
"And you won't have me any other way, admit it." He climbed over her, kissing all over her face playfully, careful to not crush her with his weight.
Her ultra-sensitive skin reacted immediately to his body on hers. Despite having two orgasms tonight already, she was not yet fully satisfied. And poor Jareth was being so patient.
"I'm ready now." She put her hands on his shoulders, sparkling jade eyes gazing into his sky-blue ones. "Take me, Jareth."
To make her point, she reached down, brushing her hand over the growing tent in his silk pants. His nostrils flared when she undid the ties and let them fall from his hips.
Sarah had never seen male genitalia up close like this, but even she knew that he had to be larger than average.
Not to mention gorgeous. Her vagina grew wet again, needing him inside of her.
Jareth laid on her, kissing her deeply. "I will be as gentle as I can." How utterly unfair it was that women should have to bear the brunt of the pain during sex.
She knew he would. "I know, it's alright." Sarah caressed his face.
She opened her legs for him once more.
Jareth pushed to her entrance slowly. He couldn't believe how amazing she felt wrapped around him, how aroused she was. She was so warm, so wet.
He hit her barrier and looked back at her face, scanning her eyes. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I said that I wouldn't hurt you anymore."
"Shh." Sarah tried to comfort him as much as she comforted herself. The gold flecks in his eyes reflected the moonlight seeping into the room. He was right, back then, that the moon made everything look even more enchanting. She was wholly mesmerized by him. "Don't worry, Jareth."
He nodded. How wonderful and brave she was. She was the calm summer breeze and the most fierce of warriors.
The perfect queen.
The pure trust in his eyes made him emotional again. He closed his eyes and turned his head away, biting his lips to regain control over his feelings.
"Jareth?" Sarah touched his face, loving his hair away so she could see him better. "It's alright."
"It's not that." He laughed a little. "You have the same trusting look in your eyes again, the same that you had when we were courting. I won't let you down again."
Sarah nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Jareth kissed her eyelids as she replied. "I know. That's why I do trust you."
"I am forever grateful." He whispered. "Look what you have done for me. Given me love. Made me closer to my family at Aster Hall and the castle. And look what you have done to me." He looked down, his length partly inside of her wetness. "I will not have anyone else for the rest of my life. You are more than enough."
He pulled back, almost completely out of her. He thrusted his hips in as fast and as hard as he could, breaking her hymen, sliding in all the way.
Sarah screamed in pain, her hand reflexively pushing him a little. It hurt so much more than she had expected, the sharpness of the pain radiating outward.
Jareth held her, letting her process her pain. "I'm so sorry." He whispered, his heart breaking at the sound of her shuddering under him. "My Precious Sarah."
After a minute or so, Sarah could see the discomfort in his eyes as he held in that position, not moving at all. And she knew that he would have stayed in that position forever if she asked it of him, no matter how excruciating.
"It's alright." She said in a small voice. "You can move now."
Jareth let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He moved out slowly then pushed in again.
It was still uncomfortable but not nearly as painful as before. Sarah laid there, getting used to his movements.
She looked at him quizzically when he shifted his hips a little. She had no idea what he was doing until she felt a jolt of pleasure ripple through her.
"Found it." He grinned triumphantly, moving a little faster now.
Sarah started to move her hips too, seeking out that pleasurable spot. Soon, they were both moaning and rocking their bodies to each other.
Faster. Higher.
They were burning, their love reaching past the moon, past the stars and into eternity.
Jareth lowered his hand to Sarah's clit. His mouth covered hers in a searing kiss…
And they fell.
Sarah's orgasm squeezed Jareth tightly, her muscles rippling around his cock. He pushed in as far as he could, thrusting wildly as he claimed her. Unable to hold out anymore, he roared, filling her deeply for the first time.
Sarah saw a different side of Jareth, one that would have terrified her if she did not know him. The way the candlelight illuminated his hair, the way his eyes were wide, the way his throat growled like an animal, the way his fangs were dangerously scraping against her skin... he looked like a predator.
She was even more aroused by him.
He filled her. The erotic feeling was beyond her wildest fantasies, the warm fluid exploding inside, her body accepting his pleasure as he did hers.
In each other's arms, the Goblin King and his Champion gave their hearts to each other, their souls intertwining as one. There was nothing that could break that bond that they had, nothing that could tear them from each other for the rest of their life and even beyond death.
Jareth nuzzled into her neck, still inside of her as they calmed down. "So, how was your first time with me?"
Sarah had a dreamy look in her eyes, her lips swollen from their many kisses and sweat dotting her chest. "Huh?"
"That good?" Jareth chuckled.
"Did you enjoy it too?" She asked shyly. She wanted to repay the favor, to please him just as he had pleased her.
"Immensely." Jareth laid pulled her to him, needing to feel her body against his. "I have never felt more satisfied, never felt happier. Not that I would ever choose to be with anyone else, but even if I did, you have ruined them all for me. You know, I was worried that you may have wished to gain experience with others, that you would regret tying your heart to me so quickly."
Sarah felt the last shred of fear fall away. He really was happy with her. "You were worried about me? You think that I could ever tear myself away from you to be with someone else?"
"It's a baseless fear, but yes." He admitted. "You are too good for me, Sarah. But I am too selfish to let you go, to be with someone more noble than I. The only person who can send me away from you, is yourself. You are a woman worth sacrificing the world to, as I have told you before."
"Well, you needn't worry." Sarah played with his feathery hair. "I'm never leaving you again."
They kissed again, Jareth finally pulling out of her, and only because he was getting a bit tired. If he could, he would stay in her forever, savoring the connection of love that they shared.
"Stay with me." He pulled a blanket over her after they cleaned up.
"Always." Sarah snuggled up to him, falling asleep on his chest. "I have a secret to tell you." She mumbled sleepily.
"Tell me." He played with her hair. He always loved how physically affectionate she was.
"I pleasured myself right before I came here, thinking of you." She yawned, her eyes feeling heavy. "And then I came here because I wanted to be with you."
Jareth was astonished at the revelation, happy that she felt so comfortable admitting this to him. "You did?"
"Mmm hmm." She snuggled closer to him.
"Well, then I should tell you that I did the same." He smiled wickedly, also feeling sleepy.
"Well, how about that?" Sarah looked up into his eyes. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Not nearly as much as I enjoy taking my pleasure with you." He gently took her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist. "I'm glad that you came to see me. To be with me."
"Me too." Sarah nodded off. "I love you."
Jareth gazed at his raven-haired beauty, tucking her to his heart, their bodies intertwined. "I love you too, Precious. Forever and always."
AN: The chapter you've all been waiting for! And it's not the last chapter with a sex scene either (hehe). It only took me, what, 80,000 odd words before they actually had sex?
I can read sex scenes in fanfiction all day (lmao) but when it comes to writing it, especially when there's a virgin involved? That's hard with Sarah in this story. There was a balance needed. She needed to be nervous but also sure. She needed to be a little shy but not ashamed of sex it and of itself. Sarah should be initiating some things but it can't be unrealistic for virgins either. Not to mention the fact that sex is a really, really easy way to create an unequal power-balance. Of course Jareth would take most of the lead here, but it's so easy to diminish Sarah when I was writing. Maybe I'm the only one with this problem because writing is so freaking hard lol and I overthink things lol. I'm still learning, still refining my writing as I have fun doing it. I hope that you guys liked this chapter, thanks again for taking a chance and reading this amateur's story!
YuuriQueen brought up a super, super interesting point pertaining to the last chapter, that I showed Dark Jareth but what would Dark Sarah be like in this story? While I'm not going to bring up Dark Sarah in the story in and of itself, here's what I think she would be like (if you are interested). I'd say she would be prideful and revert to her selfishness that she was when she was a teenager, as she has mentioned that she was materialistic and whiny (basically like the movie) but learned her lesson when she tried to wish Toby away. She may not be very forgiving so maybe a Bloody Mary kinda deal and give punishments that are too harsh. While I don't think that she was too harsh on Jareth by leaving him when she found out about Miread, I do think that if she was dark, she would not have seen his good qualities and saw things in black and white. Maybe angry at anyone who puts her down if she has power, cruel and mean. A huge theme in this story is, of course, that she's young (20-21 years old) and was poor, so she could only truly rely on herself to be content. If she was not content with someone, then she may be sad and hurt but would not have trouble leaving them. It's such a great question! :)