Author's Disclaimer: Hi, I'm back. Still don't own Labyrinth. As everyone in the Labyrinth fanfic community knows, we lost a dear soul recently, Jetredgirl. The LFFL did a challenge to write something in honor of her, and I wanted to participate. She was the lemon queen, and I thought a fitting tribute would be my first published smut for this fandom. I've been writing smut for a time in another fandom, so I'm hoping this will be satisfying. It's pretty much a PWP, including some anal. Don't expect much beyond the hot demon sex. Many thanks to telcontarianfor giving me a prompt and beta reading this for me! You've made it beautiful and found a much better title for it.
The prompt was randomly generated:
Jareth: So are we flirting right now?
Sarah: I am literally stabbing you.
Jareth: That doesn't answer my question.
I hope you'll enjoy this!
"I got the book, Tobes."
Before Sarah had come crashing through the dimly lit hallway and squeaky door covered in countless protection spells, her half-brother had been hunched over an old tome—one of many dusty books piled high on a large, wooden desk. The smell of mildew and old parchment permeated the windowless room, its only light a metallic floor lamp that shone directly on the tatty blond head.
As soon as she spoke, though, the teen sprang from his chair, the chrome seat clanging on the dirty ground as he knocked it over in his haste to stand. His eyes held a manic gleam to them that always came right before he either found what he wanted, or was about to kill another demon. Sarah admired that look on him most—as he seemed happiest then—not when reading stuffy books.
Panting slightly, Toby raced to Sarah, his gloved hands leaving his trusty dagger and barely resisting touching the thin, hardbound book with a glittery "J" on the front of a crimson cover. "This is it? The book that will summon Jeremy?"
Sarah blew a strand of her chocolate hair out of her eyes, giving her partner in demon slaying a smile and hoping so. "I had to break through enchantments from witches and wizards, not to mention fight off a horde of undead. If this isn't the book used to locate that demon who killed our father, I don't know what else it would be. I've never seen so much security for such a small book."
Toby turned thoughtful. "So what you're saying is if it's not somehow him, this "J" is probably powerful enough to help us find Jeremy."
"Exactly," said Sarah, grinning as she unbuttoned her trench coat charmed with invisibility, revealing serviceable black clothing from head to toe. "I've heard whispers about this almighty demon king for so long; I'm just proud I managed to steal it. Help me out."
With cautious hands, he took the book from her gloved ones so she could create a summoning circle. First, however, she crossed the room, passing the single beds to go behind their privacy screen to change into a strapless, emerald mini-dress that matched her eyes and had slits on the sides to provide better running and kicking capability.
"I can't believe you're thinking of looking good at a time like this. We're this close to finally avenging our father," complained Toby on a huff. "We'll finally be free to live our lives away from all this."
Sarah groaned internally, not wanting to have this argument again. Her head darted out as she pointed a finger at him. "Your life. I like demon slaying, especially if it means I can travel." Zipping herself up, she waltzed out from behind the screen in her faithful stilettos boots, the knee-high footwear hugging her calves. "Besides, you never know who I might have to impress to save your life since you're determined to hide in a hobbit hole and study this stuff for the rest of your life. At least I won't go dressed like you," she sneered, giving him a look of disbelief at the striped red and white shirt and cap he wore with his jeans. "You look like Waldo with blond hair."
Toby flashed her a cavalier grin. "Demons don't really have time to judge me on my fashion habits if I kill them right away. I'm a no frills kind of slayer."
"Clearly. Cloak and dagger is way more fun," insisted Sarah, adding several more weapons in her boots and to her garter. "There's a beautiful art to it, and being able to say you outsmarted them."
She much preferred that to the brute strength that Toby exhibited to clobber anyone when he jumped without thinking into a fight. Which he did often.
She gathered all the supplies they needed in her arms, unplugging the lamp and replacing it with six candles in a circle. As she moved, Toby's air of ease transformed, his foot tapping nervously and shoulders bunching when he moved as close as he could to Sarah without disturbing her. When she was finished saying the initial incantations, all the candles flickered, and she removed her gloves in expectation. He held his breath when the white glow became an eerie pea green as the whole room waited in expectation. When she stood in the center of the circle, he anxiously handed her the book.
"Let's get this over with, Sar," he said, eyes widening as the raised letter on the book cover began to glimmer like a disco ball the moment Sarah's skin touched it. "That can't be good."
"Don't rush me," she barked, carefully opening the book and running her fingers along the worn vellum. "He must be pretty powerful or super weak to have such a small book. The summoning spell is barely anything. Let me read what he does quickly—"
"Sarah, come on! How bad can it be if there are two of us fighting him?" hurried Toby, giving her pleading eyes.
She shrugged. "You're right. Let's hope this demon doesn't split us up, then. I'll just read the back since you always insist on doing that." She flipped the pages, noting the large print and many pictures, and realized that the spellcasters who created this cheat guide to understanding the demon knew almost nothing about him. "They always include the most useful thing at the end for whatever reason," she said disdainfully, annoyed with the way everyone wrote the books.
"Good things come to those who wait," intoned Toby, who had studied such things more than Sarah ever had in her youth. She had focused on fighting techniques and sneaking around to compensate for her lack of muscle, while he took a different route after encouragement from their father. "What do you see?" he asked, bouncing eagerly on his tiptoes as her eyebrows rose almost to her hairline.
"It's a name. Perhaps this is his real name," guessed Sarah, going back to the Latin words that called the demon forward. "Only one way to find out. C'mon voice. Let's summon."
Rolling her shoulders, she enunciated every word, her pitch and speed increasing with every word said. Words danced fluidly across her lips—each rhyme rolling off her tongue—shimmying down her body, and swaying with her hips as the incantation was sent to whatever place housed the demon. The air in the musty space became warm and full of incense, grey smoke billowing from the ground until she spoke the final phrase.
"Magicae chorus exultant lusibus."
At that, the book disappeared into thin air, as did the smoke. In its place, a shower of glitter rained down into the siblings' eyes and open mouths, making them both cough as a dark figure emerged, looming over Sarah. Red eyes glowed in a tall, black creature with long, curved horns, the light of the glitter outlining his shape, and Sarah growled in response as she raised her chin defiantly and grabbed her favorite dagger.
However, a peculiar thing happened when she growled. The creature vanished, as did the glitter, leaving only a tall male encased entirely in tight, black leather who was definitely not Jeremy. The only thing not black on him seemed to be his flyaway, blond hair and the necklace shaped like his horns, but it wasn't that Sarah was worried about. It was the predatory smirk he wore, sizing her up as though he intended to eat her.
"I haven't had a runner in such a long time. I think I'm going to enjoy this," said the demon, his hand falling on Toby and making him disappear in a cloud of glitter as soon as Toby shouted her name for help.
"Toby!" she cried, panic seizing her momentarily before she redirected her ire at the unknown male, stepping into his personal space and raising her weapon slowly, so as not to be noticed. "Give him back," she grunted. "Where is he?"
His eyes of two different colors narrowed on her, making her feel seen in a way that she hadn't in a long time. As he licked his lips, Sarah felt a zing of heat set fire to her belly, and she focused on his eyes once more, unnerved when his voice became richer than honey. "You know very well where he is. He's there in my castle," he said in almost a whisper, motioning toward a portal he created in the ground. "If you want him, then you'll have to win him back."
Her eyes wandered; the thought of bargaining with him sent shivers up her spine. He looked good enough to eat in that skintight leather—especially his pants. They clung to his lithe body and his package like a second skin, showing her exactly how well-endowed he was. When she dragged her gaze to his eyes once more, he was drinking her in, his hungry eyes devouring her. He chose to stick out his forked tongue that time, the long appendage barely missing her cheek.
He leaned in, his fluffy hair tickling her burning skin before she felt his warm, plush lips—lips made for nothing but sin—graze the shell of her ear, turning the small fire within her into a blazing inferno. His gloved hand caressed her neck, tracing the long slope with his cold leather. "Of course, I could be convinced to dally here first. You're already dressed like a tasty treat that I wish to unwrap and sample," he murmured, his hand gliding to her collarbone.
That was what woke her up. Fighting for Toby wasn't what she was doing here. At that moment, she really wished that she had read about what to expect with him, even if it wasn't much.
Raising her enchanted dagger, she decided to end all thoughts he had of seducing her. Just because he was attractive did not entitle him to sex. She had to be loyal to Toby, too, for that matter. Girls did not have hot demon sex with the same entity who stole their family members; it just wasn't done.
Moving back, she placed the tip of her dagger against his neck. "I don't think so, Jareth," she purred, causing him to quirk an eyebrow. "This little—"
"I don't care about your silly knife, nor that you know my name. You summoned me," he said imperiously, his free hand grasping her wrist. "I'm virtually impossible to kill with this tough skin, so you're wasting your time threatening me with death." A slow smile snaked its way across his visage, and his fingers began caressing her bare wrist and chest, sparks of heat overwhelming her senses everywhere he touched. "Unless, of course, you're offering me a little death. I'd be happy to return the favor—"
Inwardly raging, her grip on her dagger became white-knuckled as she asked in horror, "Are you flirting with me right now?"
"What does it look like?" he returned with a wider grin when she pushed against him harder. "Is it working?"
She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "I am literally stabbing you."
"That doesn't answer my question," he pointed out teasingly, his long, tapered fingers gripping her tighter with the help of his gloves. "What if I consider stabbing to be flirting or showing affection?" His playful look evaporated when she didn't move, and he nimbly removed himself from her reach. "What a pity it doesn't for you. I think we'd be very compatible given your fiery nature," he said, waving his hand toward his portal. "Shall we venture to my home? It's a significant improvement from this hellhole you have here."
Her nose wrinkling was her only visible indicator of what was coming. She did it out of habit, right before she pounced, and she became annoyed when Jareth seemed to think it was adorable, based on the charmed look he wore. Seconds later, she jumped him, a dagger in both hands and screaming like a banshee.
Jareth looked positively enthralled, and a feral grin spread slowly across his face. He let her attack his person, his toned arms wrapping themselves around her protectively as he fell into his portal. While dropping mid-air, Sarah slashed down the center of his shirt, going deep enough that she should've drawn blood. Instead, all she managed to do was turn his shirt into a jacket, revealing a lean, hard chest that looked like it had been carved from marble.
"There's not even a mark on your skin," stated Sarah in disbelief, her mouth going dry as she trailed her gaze down, noting the happy trail and vee that led to his low-waisted pants and the significant bulge that practically begged for attention. She had to clench her legs together to stave off the ache that had begun to throb between her legs.
"I did warn you," he breathed in her ear, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin just below her ear. "Sarah, don't defy me. Drop them. They're useless against me, even if they're designed for the likes of me." He shifted his hold on her, one leather-clad hand resting on top of her zipper and the other on her waist before he rolled his hips, letting her feel just how hard for her he was already.
She had never met a man who was turned on by her acts of aggression. Her panties clung to her as she felt another gush at the apex of her thighs, and she let him hold her right there against her, the pressure he gave her intoxicating.
He pressed harder. "I know of more effective ways," he rumbled, the sound of his voice breaking through her inhibitions. He let out a ragged breath when she dropped her weapons and canted her hips without thinking, chasing his hard length and the way it felt against her burning core. "Yes, Sarah-mine, take it," he ground out, moaning when she repeated the motion.
"Jareth," she rasped, drawing out his name as their hips met and they moved as one. She threw her head back briefly, her curtain of dark hair cascading down around her, and her fingers greedily slid across the smooth planes of his chest as she neared his neck. She fixated on his face, and In a throaty voice thick with need, she could only utter one word. "Please."
The longing in his eyes told her that he'd fill that need. "Tell me what you want. Name it," he said, the low timbre of his voice turning her insides to jelly as she snapped her hips.
His eyes looked so eager to please her, and she wondered just how powerful he was. However, she had a more pressing concern. "I want Toby back," she said, giving him the friction he desired.
He groaned in disappointment, and she was equally so, having hoped that her favorite dress would convince him without the need for anything else unpleasant. His hands reached for her anyway. "Anything but him. What's said is said. You must defeat three challenges first."
He looked utterly shocked when she neatly jumped off of him, put away her daggers, and dusted herself off. "Where are these challenges? I'm not afraid of you."
He stood and sauntered toward her, removing a glove to caress her chin. "You're not easily distracted like most. Impressive."
"Perhaps you're just rusty and not as good of a seducer as you fancy yourself," she retorted, making him chuckle.
"Perhaps I'm also curious how you'll fare," he said, directing her gaze towards a set of doors. "You're no match for me, Sarah. There's a Labyrinth with three challenges inside it. Defeat them all, and you may have Toby back with one additional wish of your choosing. Defeat at least one or two, and I may be willing to bargain with you because I'm feeling particularly generous today."
"Generous," she replied incredulously, not expecting such a thing from a demon.
As their eyes met, his index finger crawled up her chin, branding her lower lip with his burning touch. When she breathed heavily, he gave her a knowing grin, as though he knew that he was affecting her. Not wanting to be outfoxed by him, she bit down on his finger as hard as she could.
That was a mistake. Her teeth dug in, but all she did was taste something smoky and heady, her heavy eyelids fluttering closed.
"Do it again, Sarah," he hissed, encouraging her, "Show me how those pretty pink lips would look wrapped around my cock."
When his tongue flicked against the shell of her ear, Sarah made a high-pitched noise. Each touch of him was addicting, and she knew she needed to get far away from him so she could concentrate, so she pulled herself away from him and stormed toward the entrance to the Labyrinth.
"I'll see you soon, Sarah. I promise," he called, disappearing.
As soon as he did, she collapsed against a tree, her body and nerves already strung out from him. However, the hope of saving Toby and having Jeremy delivered to her personally by Jareth gave her the strength she needed to stand up and push on, into the Labyrinth.
Reaching for her garter, she pulled out a vial and drained the enchanted contents as she ran, her legs moving faster as soon as she swallowed the last drop. "Finishing this Labyrinth will be a piece of cake with this speed potion," she said, pushing open the doors. "I'll see him a lot sooner than he realizes. I hope there's not this much glitter everywhere inside. I'm never going to get this out of my clothes otherwise."
Not too far away, Jareth reappeared inside his castle in new clothes. He preferred to wear red when he had guests, and he had a penchant for leather, so he wore his favorite red jacket over a poet's shirt and his second tightest pair of pants—all in Sarah's honor, of course. He had high hopes of seducing her since she had such spunk. Most women didn't growl and try to attack him so boldly, and he admired her spirit.
Strolling around casually, he opened a floor grating near his throne. Settling into his chair afterward, he called, "Toby, right? You can stay in that oubliette if you like, but you're welcome to come up if you want company...or to bargain."
The teen jumped up within moments, immediately rushing toward a smirking Jareth. As soon as the half-witch was close enough, he thrust his blade forward, only to stop when he got a good look at the demon.
"Something wrong, my boy?" asked Jareth calmly, summoning a crystal and juggling it with his hand.
"It's nothing," replied Toby, stepping back with a downcast look and sheathing his weapon.
"Nothing? Nothing, tra la la?" asked Jareth, throwing up the crystal and popping it like a bubble when Toby didn't volunteer more. He reached for a plate of fruit beside him. "Peach?"
The young adult sighed. "You're not Jeremy, nor did you even flinch. Why?" he asked, silently waving away the food.
Shrugging, Jareth bit into a peach and enjoyed its sweet, juicy flesh. Content to wait until Toby revealed what he wanted, he lounged haughtily on his throne. "There's no reason to fear your weapon, so I don't. If your sister couldn't pierce my rough skin, why would you?"
"I do have holy water, but I'm saving that for someone special. Why do you want to bargain?" asked Toby, looking impressed when tiny demons chased away some nearby chickens and scurried forward with a large comfy chair for him.
Jareth perked up, wanting to show that he was serious. Resting his chin on his steepled fingers, he assessed his companion. "Because you have something I want. I sense you're looking desperately for something since you summoned me."
"I don't know what you're talking about," replied Toby, glancing toward the window overlooking the Labyrinth below.
The demon clucked his tongue in disapproval and shook his head. "Lies don't become you, Toby. Be frank with me. I'm in a generous mood, and I'd like to help you after you undid the work of at least twenty powerful magic users and many demons by finding my book and summoning me, the so-called demon king." As Toby's eyes turned into saucers, he faced Jareth with new understanding. Jareth grinned, and he made a goblet appear in his hand, toasting his captive. "I haven't been called on in at least a millennia. It takes a rare combination of skills to achieve that."
Immensely proud, Toby motioned toward where he had seen Sarah outside. "That's my sister for you. I told her where to find your book, and she did the rest. It took months of planning and scoping out to get you. Sarah's special."
Oh, he knew that well, which was why he wanted to get her alone. Jareth's eyes lit up, his smile revealing his pointy canine teeth. "I know. I've never met her equal." Clearing his throat, he turned inquisitive eyes on Toby. "We'll come back to her. Now, what are you seeking? Does it have anything to do with this Jeremy person? I have large amounts of power at my fingertips, and a bone to pick with just about every being there is due to being locked up for a hundred years."
Eyes full of indecision, Toby looked up and down until he blurted, "Yes. He's a demon named Jeremy. He killed our father. I want to find him and kill him."
Giving Toby a dubious look asking "why him?" Jareth rethought something and grinned. "You went through a lot of trouble for such a minor demon," he stated, leaning back and crossing his legs. "As it so happens, I have the power to send you two directly to Jeremy, and even have him bound for you when you arrive."
The young man flew up from his chair, his eyes burning. "Tell me what I have to do."
Anticipation twitched in Jareth's fingers, knowing he had finally found Toby's desire. "It's nothing you can do, dear boy. It's all on Sarah," he explained, sitting up and inviting his guest to return to his seat. "She must pass three tests, and then I'll send you both there to give you your reward for beating me."
Toby tilted his head, now suspicious as he leaned in. "But you said we could bargain."
Jareth nodded his head, adopting a casual air. "With the understanding that I can't give you that exact scenario. I can give variations, for a price; one step closer with every challenge Sarah completes."
"Can't, or won't?" insinuated Toby, folding his arms across his chest.
"Both, as it so happens," responded Jareth, inordinately pleased as he showed his book to Toby. "If she failed entirely, I'm required to keep you and send her back." He paused, his voice dropping. "Feel free to trade places." Recollecting himself, he continued, "Normally, I wouldn't give anything for only completing one or two challenges, but you're in a unique position."
"You want Sarah," guessed Toby, shrewdly eyeing the demon up and down. "If you can deliver Jeremy to me, you have my blessing."
"Perfect," said Jareth, sure that Sarah would feel similarly and would be more inclined to stay if Jeremy was disposed of. "Here's my proposition." Jareth stood up and beckoned Toby to follow him. "If she completes the first challenge of brains against my riddler, she stays—and you are sent home, armed with the knowledge of where to find Jeremy."
Scoffing, Toby jerked his head from the window to Jareth. "You clearly don't know Sarah well. She's the cleverest witch there is. She'll beat that one easily."
After shouting something in a demonic language to his minions, Jareth rested against the windowsill. "Excellent. I've had my chambers prepared for a guest. Let's check on her, shall we?" He knew the average time it took to complete all the challenges, and he still had many hours to pump Toby for information about Sarah based on that. He turned expectantly. "Most at this point are hopelessly lost…"
Jareth's jaw dropped when he saw Sarah pass through a door into a forest after leaving a guarded stone corridor.
Toby dusted off his shirt with a triumphant smirk. "Don't underestimate Sarah. Looks like I'm leaving this place, and soon. It seems like you haven't had many full witches run this thing."
"I have. Many," insisted Jareth hotly, trying to figure out how Sarah did it, his respect for her growing.
Toby shrugged. "So, what's your next proposal?"
"That's the fastest anyone has ever beaten it," admitted Jareth appreciatively, his eyes following Sarah's journey. "She's even better than I hoped. My servants will have to move faster." Clapping his hands, Jareth turned his attention to his guest. "If she completes the second challenge of strength and physical fitness against my fire gang, then I'll deliver you to Jeremy while she stays here. Do be fast about killing him, though."
"I don't monologue; I just kill," assured Toby with a wink before leaning out of the window to see that Sarah was almost to the spot where a series of red devils lay in wait for her. "You don't mind them all dying, right? She carries more daggers than a butcher and knife collector combined, and she has many specially enchanted for those kinds of creatures."
The demon king chuckled as he recalled the countless others who came before her. A rare few had managed to kill one or two; most just ran faster. "I expect nothing less of her. If she can kill three of them, I will be her slave. They're tricky little buggers."
Toby snorted when Sarah killed one several minutes later, followed by two more in quick succession. "You were saying?"
Jareth had always prided himself on not losing his head when it came to women. However, he could feel his blood rush south the moment he watched her twirl gracefully and kill each of those annoying creatures. She was a fighter and a thinker, with a mind he wanted to probe and a body he wished to debauch from head to toe. His groin still remembered how her wet heat had felt bucking against him.
"What are her favorite foods and colors?" asked Jareth, calling forth more of his minions before staring intently at Toby. "I must have her."
Toby did a double-take. "That won't win her over. She doesn't want to be tied down; she wants to travel and slay demons."
He admired her all the more for it. "She could do it more easily if she had me beside her, telling her where each of her targets are located," said Jareth airily, sending away everyone else. "I've been wanting to explore the Aboveground to see how it's changed. How is she faring now?"
Both turned and watched as Sarah nimbly grabbed the last demon on her shoulder by the horns and stabbed it with a whispered incantation. Immediately, a puff of glitter exploded from the dagger, and when it cleared, the forest's wall opened to reveal a city with two surrounding walls and twisting paths contained within each wall.
"I'd say she's making your challenges look like mere child's play," laughed Toby, looking confident now. "Though, I ought to warn you that it looks like she got a lot of glitter on her favorite dress; she'll probably clobber you for that."
"She can try all she wants...in bed," said Jareth, observing how she made it through the first wall quickly. "I'd prefer it if she were angry. She's cuter when she is."
Toby gave him a strange look. "Do you have any idea how rare it is that a guy means that? Most are terrified of her," said Toby, turning toward the throne room.
"Clearly they're insecure and don't appreciate a strong woman like I do," said Jareth, conjuring a portal in a nearby wall. "Looks like Jeremy is hiding somewhere remote. It'll be easy to corner and kill him."
Toby walked toward the portal, eyes glued to his target. "I give Sarah another fifteen minutes with that quick feet spell, and she'll be done. What's the last challenge?"
Understanding about her speed dawned on Jareth, but he didn't hate her for it. In fact, he liked her all the more for using all of her assets. "My favorite one. It confounds everyone because every time you hit the poor knight, he grows bigger and stronger, and more armor appears at each stage. Few know the secret to stopping the little guy," said Jareth smugly. "He turns from a cute puppy into a giant metallic beast with an axe."
Toby waved dismissively. "He sounds scary, but she's quick on her feet. You'll see."
Jareth played it cool until she finally confronted the knight. He chuckled at her confusion as she watched her opponent grow, egging her on to come at him, and that he wasn't afraid.
However, just as Toby said, she didn't let that stop her. Jareth watched in surprise as Sarah led the canine demon to a group of rocks, caging him in before continuing her journey toward the castle once more.
"I told you she'd figure it out," said Toby, patting Jareth on the shoulder comfortingly. "Looks like we both leave."
For once, someone really didn't need him. Sarah had no reason to kiss up to him, nor any reason to stay. Jareth turned toward Toby, and his eyes were filled with a new purpose . "Help me convince her to stay."
"Give me a surefire way to get home after killing Jeremy," returned Toby with certainty, holding out a hand. "She just needs to know I'm safe."
"Done." Picking up a stone, Jareth chanted a spell over it, causing it to turn into a crystal, and handed it back to Toby. "Throw this at a wall, and it'll transport you back."
"Thanks. You're doing us both a huge favor. She's been in a dry spell for far too long," said Toby, stepping toward the portal to Jeremy. "When are you binding him for me?"
With a snap of his fingers, Jareth bound the lesser demon, his eyes never leaving Sarah as she approached. She looked scrumptious in those boots, and the dress showed her cleavage to perfection as far as he was concerned. Each step toward him made him harder. Forcing himself to focus elsewhere until he actually secured Sarah, he faced Toby. "Done. Scream her name, please?" After Toby complied, Jareth grinned like a Chesire cat. "Sarah's climbing up now. Get ready to leave."
Toby pulled out his favorite dagger. "I was born ready."
After an unnecessarily long travel path combined with the most glitter she had seen in recent years, Sarah had never been more grateful to finish the last challenge.
She was a little surprised when she wasn't returned to Toby's side at once, but she persevered. As soon as Toby shouted her name, she sprinted the rest of the way through the castle, ready to have some choice words with Jareth after saving Toby.
When she opened the heavy mahogany doors, what she got instead was something quite different.
Jareth stood on the opposite side of the room, draped in a red leather jacket and tight pants that begged her to notice them. Upon seeing her, however, he waved his hands down, changing his outfit into a dazzling white set of pants that had to be cutting off his circulation to his groin since they were even tighter on him somehow. It was positively sinful the way he presented himself like a full-course meal, an arrogant smirk begging to be kissed off, a fluffy cape for wrapping post-coital bodies in—and a package that promised the greatest pleasure she would ever know.
"Sarah. I can't tell you how excited I am that you're here," he purred, eyes darkening with desire.
"Oh, I can tell," she replied smoothly, pointing at the bulge that was growing with every step she took. She turned to Toby just to piss Jareth off. "Tobes?"
"I already told him what we wanted, so here I go!" Toby ran through the portal to Jeremy without further ado, much to Sarah's shock as she ran toward him.
She realized too late that Jeremy was already bound, as though he had been prepared for the slaughter. When she glanced at Jareth, he confirmed it with his smug grin; giving a little mock-bow, he said, "You're welcome."
"Sarah, look!" She turned back to her half-brother, relief surging through her as she watched Jeremy disintegrate into nothingness after Toby sprinkled holy water on him. Throwing a crystal, Toby stepped into their little hidey hole of a home back Aboveground. "Okay, I'm safe now, Sar. Feel free to do whatever—or whomever—you want. Have fun!"
The portal closed, and Sarah turned her flabbergasted gaze to Jareth. She pointed between him and where Toby had been. "Did you just—"
"Grant your wish after you worked so hard to find my book and defeat my challenges?" He flashed her a feral grin. "Yes. Yes, I did. I've been quite generous. Do you have anything you'd like to say?"
His smug look needled her and made any thoughts of thanking him fly out the window. "As a matter of fact, I do," she said, folding her arms under her breasts, and pushing them up in the process. As a result, Jareth's eyes dropped to her chest, and she flipped him the bird when she was sure he was paying attention. It was petty, but so worth it to see the thin line of his lips. "You use excessive amounts of glitter in your decorating, and there's way too much walking needed when you could just be efficient and have the three challenges in a row. It serves the same purpose."
His eyes narrowed as he squared his jaw and stalked toward her. As soon as he started moving, the temperature in the room increased, the tension of before flaring to life.
It didn't help that he had done what she had wanted, and he had already provided a way to remove her reason to leave. Toby had been in good spirits, and Jareth was clearly not mad that she beat the challenges. He made himself look too delicious to be mad.
And seeing him with a snarl on his lips and not the least bit afraid of her had her squeezing her legs together, trying to ignore the wetness that was beginning to gather there. He was an angry, beautiful man with enough power to be her equal, and she wanted to jump his bones. She was just waiting for the right moment.
He stopped when he was an arm's length away, his scowl deepening as she grinned. "I'm a demon. My job is to torture, in case you've forgotten. Drawing out the misery for as long as possible is my specialty. Are there any other nonsensical complaints?"
"If you're going to use riddles, get a better one, or at least make it a couple. I could do that one in my sleep," she snarked, grinning when he closed the distance between them.
He growled low in his chest, and the sound went straight to her core, sending pulses of arousal throughout her whole body. Her nipples hardened into stiff peaks, and she knew the dress showed them off when Jareth's gaze turned hungry. When she peeked down, she saw his cock jerk in his criminally tight pants, and the urge to jump him became too strong.
"If you keep this up, I'm going to keep you here and force you to run this accursed place with me since you seem to have so many ideas," he said, a finger beckoning her closer. "How would you feel about that?"
Sarah saw her opening, and she took it. Stepping back with her right foot, she tackled him to the ground, pulling out her dagger once more and holding it against his chest—eager to tear his shirt in half to see his toned pecs. "I wouldn't mind being in charge," she purred, cutting into his clothing.
He grinned. "So are we flirting right now?"
She resisted the urge to smile back and simply tore his shirt more, half-heartedly pushing the dagger into his chest. "I am literally stabbing you."
His arms surrounded her midsection, grasping her waist possessively. "That doesn't answer my question."
She rubbed her drenched center against his erection, and they both moaned at how good the contact felt. She had to resist closing her eyes and giving in so that she could finish with his shirt. As soon as she did, she threw the dagger behind her. "And if I am flirting? Is it working?"
She heard her dress's zipper catch before cool air hit her back. If she hadn't been soaked before, she would have been then when the top of the dress fell down. His eyes had been burning through her dress to see her chest on full display, and as the dress crumpled, it revealed her ample breasts to his avaricious eyes. She reveled in the feeling of being wanted, the warm feelings he created in her chest unfurling and setting a spark to the fire in her belly.
"Yes," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her face as he lifted the dress over her hips.
As a result of the movement, he knocked copious amounts of glitter from the streaks on her dress up into her face, causing her to cough before she shoved at his chest in protest.
"Seriously, I'm never going to get rid of all this," she grumbled, motioning at her glitter-infested dress. "It's my favorite dress."
He grinned. "Actually, it's quite easy to get rid of all of it. I could just rip the dress in half and get you another. I could give you countless more if you play your cards right." Leaning in until their noses almost touched, he whispered, "Just say you want this. That you want me."
Her breath caught, and she felt his hand brush against the swell of her breast when he reached for the hem of her dress. Her body sang as she leaned into his touch, curious how good his control was. "So you care that much about consent, do you?"
"Yes," he growled, licking his lips. "I feed off your feelings and want to inspire every wicked thing imaginable." He pressed his lips to her right ear. "Just fear me." Then her left ear. "Love me." Next her nose. "Do as I say." Lying back, he waved a hand over himself, and all of his clothes vanished, revealing a gleaming white chest and a straining red cock, precum glistening at the tip for her. "And I will be your slave."
Sarah appreciated that he left the feathery cape there for cuddling and warmth, but she was much too distracted by what he was offering to her.
"I will," she panted, reaching for the scrap of clothing restraining her movements. At his odd look, she amended it slightly. "I do. Want you. This stupid dress—oh," she gasped, grinning when the garment disappeared and appeared like new on his throne. "Thank you."
The cold air pricked her skin, and her generous breasts stuck out proudly, her whole body yearning to be touched by him. His gaze caressed both mounds, nimbly circling them and committing each dusky areola to memory.
He preened. "You're welcome. The less barriers, the better."
"I couldn't agree more," she said, darting for his lips.
She had thought about his lips one too many times during her run, how she wanted to slap them then cover them with her own until she learned their every shape and contour. They both infuriated and turned her on, and they were even better than she had imagined.
Soft was not good enough to describe them; they molded to hers, consuming her with how plush they were. He seared himself permanently to her, erasing all memory of other kisses, and they kissed with equal passion, mouths opening quickly. His tongue darted in, tasting her, and she sucked on it before nibbling on his lip. He was made to sin, and she wanted to get lost in him as she ground her hips against him, nearing his weeping cock.
She broke away to breathe just as she felt the heated head of his cock singe her ass. As a shiver wracked through her, he dove for her breasts, taking one nipple between two fingers, and she lived for the way his rough skin created friction before pinching it.
"Oh, Jareth," she moaned, grinding against him until his full length pressed against her cleft. "Yes. I'm not sure if I want slow and decadent, or raw, animalistic sex with you."
He winked and licked his lips. "Why choose?" His long, pink tongue slipped back into his mouth, and when it peeked out, it was forked once more, lengthening as he neared her aching nipple.
She leaned forward, unable to wait. The tight bud grazed against the indentation in his tongue, and it surrounded her in wet warmth as it clamped to her, pulling a breathy sigh from her. As she eased back, his cock head pressed against her other hole, new awareness trickling through her.
Their eyes met, and his lit up as a lopsided grin filled his features. "Tell me, Sarah, do you like anal, too?"
Her heart beat frantically as her essence gushed from her at the thought, cheeks hot. "Yes. Why?"
He reached beneath his body and pulled forward his tail. Her stomach and core clenched at the sight of it, long, textured, and thin, except at the pointed tip that appeared to be almost as thick as his cock. He offered it to her, and she grabbed it with greedy fingers, wanting to know ahead of time how he'd feel inside her.
"Because—ahh—my tail is conveniently shaped for it," he murmured, his breath catching when she ran curious fingers along him and over the very tip, causing a liquid to seep out. "And also lubricates."
She laughed, a mirthless little one in disbelief. "Convenient."
"It won't hurt too much," he said quietly, the truth shining in his eyes. "Do you want it?"
"Yes," she breathed, bringing it to her lips.
The closer it drew to her mouth, the less he moved. He hung on her every movement, his chest heaving until the moment she breathed on it, causing him to freeze everywhere. Her tongue darted out experimentally, licking the pointed tip, and she moaned at the cocktail of tastes from his skin and cool, natural lubricant. She sucked it into her mouth, wanting more, and he moaned, loud and long, his cock surging against her seam.
"Sarah," he said breathlessly, "have I mentioned that I'm very sensitive there?"
She smiled and shook her head before licking up what she could reach. When her chestnut hair breezed across his tail, he twitched in the cradle of her lips and lifted her hips, lining his cock up with her pussy.
"You're soaked for me, positively drenched," he said with wicked glee, both pupils blown wide so his eyes no longer seemed mismatched. "I'm going to ruin you."
She embraced it with open arms and legs. Breathing through her nose, she exhaled and sank onto his cock, loving how he stretched her. When she hummed her pleasure, his tail shot deep into the cavern of her mouth, and she embraced the smokey and the salty as he burrowed himself inside her, filling her inch by torturously slow inch with his cock. As soon as he bottomed out inside her pussy, she hollowed her cheeks and took his tail deeper into her mouth, wanting the full effect and closing her eyes.
To her delight, his forked tongue returned, swishing across her unloved nipple before circling and tugging lightly. As his free hand rolled the other taut bude between his fingers, he pulled his tongue back and sucked the whole hard nub into his mouth. She was quick to reciprocate, bobbing her head and running her tongue along the length of his tail, encouraging him to piston into her mouth. He, however, kept a steady pace, allowing her lips to explore every last inch of him as she licked up each drop of lubricant he fed her.
Each movement of his stoked her inner fire higher. When he switched to her other breast and lavished it with long, languid licks and gentle sucks, she opened her eyes and worked his tail faster, her core fluttering and legs squeezing around his body tighter to anchor her in place. She loved watching the desire that danced in his eyes and the way his long, lean body sat up and curved around her.
However, as her body coiled tighter, it wasn't enough. His lips were heavenly as he applied tender suction at first, which quickly became harder when she rolled her hips. She needed her whole body to move, and he gave her exactly what she needed.
His lower half rose to greet hers, and she met him halfway enthusiastically, quickly becoming addicted to the slow drag of his cock against her walls. The sounds of slick flesh slapping and little mewls and grunts filled the air as their bodies joined repeatedly, soon finding their rhythm. Her fingers dug into his upper arms hard enough to break skin, in contrast to the damp skin and soft, warm feathers that caressed her legs.
He grabbed handfuls of each breast, pushing into her in both places at the same time he eased off pressure on her breasts, always giving her pleasure somewhere. She had never drowned so much in sensation—unused to so much happening at once—but she took everything she could, enjoying this slow pace to start things off.
The way his heavy cock plunged in and out of her was enough to push her toward her first climax. Her body kept tensing, moving faster to keep up with the fire that threatened to destroy her, and when she began to quiver around him with needy groans, he found her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Come for me, Sarah. Fly free."
She came with a soft cry, her orgasm crashing through her. It was heightened only by the lubricant he spurted into her mouth before removing his tail from between her lips.
She swallowed everything he gave her, and the proud look in his eyes only added to her euphoria. He caressed her cheeks, licking up anything that leaked from her love-stained lips. "How you turn my world, you precious thing."
Boneless, she fell on top of him, and he held her close, whispering words of praise into her ear as he helped her through the aftershocks.
"That was incredible," she mumbled into his blond hair. "I don't know how it could get better."
"Oh, it can. I'll show you how," he promised, kissing her up her neck. "Let me turn your world upside down."
Pausing in his ministrations, he startled her by flipping their positions. With her back enveloped in the embrace of his feathers, she splayed her legs, feeling her juices running down her thighs. Her hair was clinging to her face and shoulders at odd places, but Jareth didn't seem to mind as he gazed at her with adoration.
"I'll show you raw and animalistic," he stated, lowering himself until his face was between her legs. "Starting here. You smell like the sweetest temptation, and I intend to indulge."
He licked a hot stripe up her slit, and her body came to life, new arousal forming at his hungry touch. He devoured her pussy like a man starved, each swipe of his tongue and press of his lips consuming a little more of her. At first she lay back and enjoyed it, but the more he did it, the louder and needier she became as her body thrummed with familiar tension. Her legs threatened to cut off circulation to his head amid his loud slurping, and she alternated between scratching his scalp and yanking fistfuls of his scattered strands as she demanded more insistently. Only then did he stop and lick his lips clean.
"Sweeter than the finest peach," he declared, his eyes landing on her full breasts. "I think you're ready."
Lying over her and resting on his elbows, his angry, red cock delved into her molten core, and she wove her legs around his hips to hold him in place. Having his face so close to hers felt more intimate, even if she had loved what they did earlier. She could count his eyelashes and kiss that infuriating smirk off his face.
"You're so tight," he grunted when he locked into place inside her. "I can't wait until you're even tighter, when I stuff you full with my tail." One of his fingers circled the tight bundle of nerves just inside the puckered entrance of her ass, and she relaxed her muscles to prepare for the intrusion. As he eased his fingertip inside her tight hole, he kissed her jaw to distract her, leaving love bites along the way. "I've brought you a gift. Be a good girl and take it all."
She felt his pointed tail brush against her ass, dabbing liquid where his finger had been. Her pussy clenched at his firm, hard presses to loosen her up, and she couldn't help but appreciate all that he did to make this good for her.
When he paused and glanced at her once more, she licked her lips, anticipation taking her higher. "Do it. Ruin me."
He grinned. "Oh, I intend to." He lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders, allowing lohis cock to hit a new angle inside her, as well as giving him better access for his tail.
As soon as he penetrated her second hole, she felt her body jump into overdrive, her blood pounding and heart racing as new waves of heat coursed through her. He barely eased the tip in before he groaned.
"I'll have to go slow through this. You're practically choking me," he rasped, utterly pleased.
She felt the cool lubricant and the lovely contrast it created with her burning heat as he stretched her in even better ways. His tail mapped new territory with her every shallow exhale, and she loved how much he gushed inside her to make his progress as painless as possible.
It was worth it, though, to feel that textured tip and skin rub against the inner walls of her ass, claiming more of her for himself as she clamped around him. She was sure he was leaving imprints of himself with the way he slithered in and stayed, her throbbing core and ass never satisfied.
"I need more," she demanded, biting his lower lip and losing her hands in his silky, blond locks. "Please."
He smiled against her before taking her upper lip, his long tongue scraping against her teeth to play with her a little more. When she reared her head back, he ended her suffering and kissed the edge of her mouth. "You said the magic word."
He snapped his hips, pulling out fully before slamming back in. Her toes curled at the way he sank deeper into her ass in the process, and he began a steady rhythm. Each thrust and ounce of lubricant allowed him to move faster as his chest rested against hers, his lips and teeth taking turns to mark her as his. She didn't know what to do with her hands when he surged into her, so she explored his pecs and circled his own nipples, marring his perfect skin with little crescent moons of red, marking him as hers. With the stranglehold he had on her hips, she knew she'd have bruises from him, but the building pressure only added to her blinding pleasure. When he finally bottomed out inside her ass, he paused in his movements, allowing her to savor the moment.
And savor it she did; it was as though he were splitting her in two, her body threatening to burst. All she wanted, though, was to grip him tighter so she could feel how long and girthy he was inside her, far surpassing any other lover.
"Was all that work to summon me and get here worth it, Sarah?" he asked, eyes almost black.
She met his gaze with naked need, her voice as earnest as it was unflinching. "Yes. Now move."
He chuckled. "As you wish, Precious." With another cold jet of lubricant, he thrust in and out of her ass. "I can't live within you and these welcoming walls, but I'll starve and near exhaust myself to make sure that you never forget me."
"I couldn't," she grit out, sighing when he moved his cock once more. "Never."
"Good." He shifted to lower her legs before nipping at her pebbled peaks. "Because I'm going to make you see stars. Every single star, and you'll burn far brighter than all of them."
He took her breath away with a deep cant of his hips, her tummy tightening as she felt him slide home in both holes. It wasn't enough, though. She raked her nails down his shoulders and front, leaving thin trails of crimson in her wake. He was ruining her for anyone else, and she wanted him to remember her just as much. She wrapped her legs around him and warbled his name as he sucked one breast harder, urging him to go faster.
"Show me the stars," she panted, sweat beading on her forehead.
He grinned and kissed a trail of fire up her chest and neck to taste her lips and lick the drops of sweat off her. He increased his pace within her until he was pummeling into her, snapping the last threads holding her from coming apart at the seams.
"Not yet. But soon you will," he vowed, going back to her twin globes with fevered pinches and sucks. "I move the stars for no one." Holding her eyes, he somehow managed to move faster and added, "Just you."
Her breath hitched, and seconds later she let out a small mewl when his teeth applied just the right amount of pressure to one of her tight buds. He took turns ravishing her breasts and biting the tender flesh nearby, hard enough to draw blood. She felt scorching pleasure with each sharp prick of his teeth, and when he laved those spots, her body drew tauter still—each small ripple cascading and sweeping her toward her most powerful climax yet.
His hands left her midsection to wrap a thick cord of her loose hair around his wrist, tugging her head back as he put his weight back on his forearms. He never stopped the continuous assault of his claiming bites and follow up kisses as he rutted into her with animal passion. His cock and tail took turns pistoning into her until her words were reduced to mere grunts and gibberish. Her heart and breathing stuttered as her need for release wracked her whole body and held her captive.
"Jareth!" she cried, whimpering when he filled her to the brim. "I need—"
With his free hand, he circled her clit, biting down at her pulse point. "Shh, Precious. I know what you need. Come for me."
Author's Notes: Thanks for reading!