The day of my marriage to Jareth. I was a nervous wreck. The days leading to today he continued to make love to me. Each time he made sure I was able to orgasm at least once, but this is Jareth we are speaking of so he made me cum at the least 5 times. He also made sure to cum inside of me to assure of producing an heir sometime soon.

He's been different lately as well. He hasn't raised his voice or harmed me in any way. Well, unless you count his idea of foreplay, which entails BDSM. I'm sitting in front of my vanity. Several servants surrounded me putting on the finishing touches for the wedding.

My heart feels as if it'll beat straight out my chest. Silvia, the head servant, looked at me with concern. "Ya' look a litle' white in the cheeks dearie'. Is evrathin' alrite'?" I looked up at her through the mirror. "Of course Silvia. Just a little nervous." I gave her a weak smile as she did the same back.

"Silvia?" I started. "Yes, dearie?" she hummed out. "Did you know my mother?" I looked at her with sadness. "Aye, love I seens' er' defeats' is' majesties trial. Lovly' litle' thin' she was. Is' majesty fell ead' oer' heels in love wit' er'. E' gots mighte' upset on er' denin' ims' an' all, but 'e neva' eld' it aganst' er'." I nodded my head at everything she was saying trying to take in all the information.

"Do you think when Jareth looks at me, he only sees her?" I lowered my head afraid of the answer. "Oh no dearie, is' majesty be knowin' eho' he lookin' at. E' be knowin' yous' ain't or' motha'. I's' be meanin' no offense of tha' dead, buts yous' far ore' prety' than she was." Silvia's reassurance made me feel 100 times better. "Thank you, Silvia. I'm grateful for you." Silvia blushed at my kind words. "Aint' no needs' to be thankin' me yer' highness. I's' only speaks' tha trufhs'. Enoufh' chater' we needs' to be gettin ya' readi' for ore' big day."

When finished getting me ready Silvia went to fetch the guards to let them know. I stood in front of my full-length mirror admiring my dress. Suddenly I saw a shadow out the corner of my eye. I turned thinking it was just Jareth trying to get a sneak peek at his bride, but when I turned I screamed. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" A tall, toned man stood before me. He had blonde short disheveled hair and jade green eyes. He looked just like Jareth except for his eye color and hair length.

He smirked at my demanding tone. "I am Kane. King Jareth's brother. I heard he was to be married to a mortal." He looked me up and down then grinned. "I thought you'd be some ugly little thing. I'm glad I was wrong. You're quite the opposite, my sweet." He reached out his hand to caress my cheek.

"So soft and beautiful…." "Yes, I think you'll do nicely." I started to back away from him slowly. I tried to keep my voice calm. "What do you want?" His grin turned malicious. "Why, you of course." With that, he lunged at me and snatched my wrist in a bruising force. "OW! Let me go, you bastard!" I frantically tried to free my wrist from his grasp but to no avail. He was too strong.

He pulled me close to his chest. He nuzzled his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. As he exhaled he said "mmm…. So delicious you will be." He licked my neck as I let out a whimper. "Please, let me go," I begged out of fear of his intentions.

"Mmm… I like begging, please continue" He began trailing kisses down my neck and collarbone. His free hand cupped my left breast. He began teasing my nipple through my dress. I couldn't help, but let out a quiet moan. "Such a naughty little girl, moaning for another man."

He slowly slid his hand from my breast down to the hem of my dress. He began lifting it trying to get to my pussy between my thighs. As this realization took hold I reacted. I took my right foot and kicked his shin as hard as I could. He yelled and threw me to the ground.

"Ow, you little minx. I think I need to teach you a lesson." He tried to grab me again but this time I scratched his face in defense. He stumbled back holding his now bloody cheek. "Ah, Kitty has claws huh? Let us remedy that." He snapped his fingers and out of nowhere, I was bound in rope on the bed. I tried to struggle, but it was no use. 'Damn fae magic'. He grinned hungrily.

"There, much better." He began walking towards the bed when suddenly Jareth barged through the door. "Touch her and you die dear brother," he growled in anger. Kane smirked in defiance. "Ah, look who came to enjoy the show. I was just about to teach your future bride here some manners" he pointed at me bound on the bed. Jareth's eyes flashed in rage. "Let her go, Kane!" Kane laughed.

"No, dear brother. I think I'm going to keep her. You should know the spoils of war always go to the victor." Jareth and I both looked at him in confusion. "What are you talking about, Kane?" "Oh, I do apologize for my horrendous manners. Please, take a look out the window, Jareth." Kane motioned for Jareth to look out the window to his kingdom. He walked over and his eyes widened.

"What's the meaning of this?" He asked looking back at Kane. Kane shrugged his shoulders casually. "Well, you see I got bored with my tiny kingdom and thought it would be fun to conquer yours and combine them to make one large kingdom. Of course, being the new king of both territories only implies I get to claim your bride as well." I could see Jareth trying to think of a course of action, but the seconds ticking by without protest started to worry me.

"Fine, brother you win, for now. Mark my words I will find a way to defeat you." My heart felt like it was just torn out of my chest. Tears started streaming down my face. How could this be happening? Jareth looked over at me as I looked back begging him to do something, but he looked away and left. I couldn't do anything but cry. Kane began walking towards me again. With a look of lust in his eyes. All I could do was scream…. Then I woke up.

I shot up from the bed next to Jareth soaked in sweat. Jareth must've heard me scream because he immediately wrapped me in his arms trying to calm my shaking form. "What happened, Ella mine? Did you have a nightmare?" He began stroking my hair and placing tender kisses on my forehead. "Jareth, do you have a brother I don't know about?" My voice was trembling. Jareth looked at me confused.

"No, love. I'm an only child. Why do you ask?" I felt relieved. Then smiled sweetly at him. "Oh, no reason just got worried I forgot to send an invitation or something." Jareth looked at me and chuckled. "Come, we must get ready for our wedding." He stood up and grabbed my hand pulling me off the bed and to his chest. "I love you, Ella." He leaned down and kissed me passionately. When we stopped for a breath of air I spoke "I love you too, Jareth."

THE END