Sooo, this happened. Don't know if it's any good. Hope you enjoy even so! It is quite smutty on the other hand. *Wink*
Warning: Slightly dubious consent at first. Turn back if this is not to your taste.
This fic is for my best mate. Enjoy darling!
He approached the bed with slow, calculated movements, taking in the silent form of the young woman. She didn't seem to notice his presence, though she was excused if her soft snoring was anything to go by. He smirked deviously, feeling victorious at that moment. It had finally happened. She was of course unaware of his existence or had been for a fair few years by now, so it was no surprise that she slept on, unconcerned with his presence.
He glanced at the surroundings, noting that this was not the house she had called him to the last time. She had moved since then. She appeared to live in an apartment now. The bedroom wasn't big, and he felt certain that if he were to go through the place, it wouldn't be much to talk about. He wondered if this was only a temporary place, or if she was actually in financial trouble.
He was rather surprised that she had called out his name, until he realised she had done so in her sleep. The wish she had uttered for him was rather intriguing, though he wasn't sure he understood it right. His first confusion; did she even know what she had wished for? He doubted it. He considered if he should see what she was dreaming about, but for now he contented himself with watching her sleep, drinking in her presence.
It had been so long since he had laid eyes on her. Not that she had changed much. Of course she was older by now, but her face seemed smooth and relaxed. Her dark hair was splayed out across her pillow, sleek and soft, a few tendrils curling tantalisingly across her throat. He longed to run his fingers through the soft curls, but resisted the urge, luckily his self-control was well developed. She was sleeping in a long sleeveless nightgown that covered her modesty for the most part. The shoulder straps had moved slightly out of place, which offered him a tempting view of the soft swell of her breast, the pliant orb peeking out from beneath the fabric, resting in the hollow between her upper arm and torso, the nipple just about covered. She was lucky, but so was he, because the duvet was barely coming up to her hips, giving him ample opportunity to watch her body language.
He studied her closely, noting her muscles trembling softly, her fingers flexing and clutching onto the covers beneath her.
Her breathing came in sharp puffs, her chest collapsing in short intervals. She seemed to strain for something in her dreams. He frowned. Was she having a nightmare?
No longer able to resist the temptation, he conjured up a crystal, peering into it intently.
Her dream materialised, and he entered, curious to see what she was experiencing.
He stopped abruptly when he realised what he had walked in on, too stunned to even backtrack out of there, his mouth falling slightly open as he watched the dream unfold.
The young woman, who he had not seen for at least 6 years, was dreaming of him. And it was no nightmare. No it was definitely not a nightmare if her moans were anything to go by. Too curious now, he made a small crystal appear and spun it slowly, turning back the dream to watch it from the beginning.
Jareth watched with avid interest as his gaze roamed the scene in front of him.
Sarah was on her own bed and she appeared to be awake, she was however unable to move. Her eyes lingered intently on a figure who stood beside the bed, watching her through the shadows. She was apparently paralyzed for the moment, her eyes following the slow actions of the person beside her.
The other person in her dream was Jareth himself. He sat down on the bed, leaning in over the slightly apprehensive woman, a hungry look on his face. Her breathing stuttered softly as he reached out a gloved hand and caressed the top of her hand. He crooned softly at her, apparently trying to calm her down.
She expelled an anxious breath, inhaling just as fast, her chest swelling rapidly. His gaze searched her face, his angular features giving nothing away. She seemed to understand even so, because she expelled a sharp breath, her face revealing a mix of apprehension and pure desire.
The dream Jareth smiled softly and lifted her hand off the soft surface of the bed, pulling it towards his mouth. As his lips brushed her knuckles, she exhaled sharply again. Seemingly encouraged, he turned over her hand and kissed the center of her palm before beginning a leisurely travel over her wrist. He suckled the tender flesh there, his teeth scraping it gently. This was when she first began to moan, spurring him on.
The real Jareth watched, fascinated, as she made no protests to his dream self. Her hips actually flexed gently when his tongue hit her skin for the first time. Why would she have a dream like this? Puzzled, he kept watching, not interfering of course.
The dream Jareth had by now made it to the shoulder of her nightgown, and he placed her arm back down, now leaning in over her more, his face approaching hers. Her breathing escalated as he gently kissed her lips, the gentle brush of his against hers almost so soft she seemed to barely feel it. She whimpered softly, making him chuckle seductively.
"This is what you wish for, young Sarah? Kisses from your Incubus, is it?" He asked, his deep voice sailing through the shadows of her bedroom.
"Yes," she breathed, unsuspecting of the intruder in her dream.
"I suppose it is your birthday, Precious, so who am I to deny you anything you could wish for?"
The young woman whimpered again.
"If you want another kiss, little one, you have to give me permission. But beware, it might be more than you have bargained for. If I kiss you again, I will not stop. I will have all of you."
The real Jareth nearly lost it. The benighted girl was having dreams of him. Sexual dreams at that. Even more, this was bordering on non consent, and he had not expected her to have these kinds of desires. Least of all about him. Especially not since she had denied his advances so long ago. He had offered her everything back then, and she had turned him away without a second thought. Of course, she had been so very young at the time. Had she not understood his true intentions back then, and now that she was an adult, she had suddenly realised what he had offered her? He regarded the scene in front of him, deliberating if he should stay and watch. In the end he decided against it, and withdrew back to reality.
He was here now. With her. He had to find out if she had changed her mind about him. Her body was certainly eager for his touch. The smell in the room could testify to that. She was becoming increasingly aroused by her own dream. Jareth's lips parted slightly. He could almost taste her. The temptation to touch her was almost becoming unbearable. Perhaps he would. She might welcome his caresses.
The young woman moaned hotly, her hips rolling sharply as she seemed to feel something quite pleasurable in her dream.
His throbbing erection was already straining for him to do any delectable thing he could think of to her inviting body. He needed to have her, to claim her as his.
"Do it," she suddenly said in a husky voice, legs parting slightly.
Jareth's sharp inhalation almost made too much noise.
"Do what, my precious?" He asked in the lowest voice he could muster, stepping closer to the bed, watching her avidly through the shadows.
He could see her features, the soft well of light from the windows just enough to reveal her face to him. Her cheeks were flushed as she seemed to strain for something, hips angling sharply upwards again. He was tempted to peek at her dream again.
"Please Jareth, I wish for you to touch me. To take me. Make me yours, Goblin king."
So. She had now uttered another wish in his name. He smirked. This was how she had summoned him in the first place. His name, on her lips as he moved through her dreams.
He would grant her wishes. He hadn't much choice. Between the spell of her wish and his own desire, it would be impossible not to do it.
"As you wish, Sarah dear," he crooned, sitting down on the bed beside her. He conjured up a crystal, the red glow of the orb lighting the room up softly. He placed it on the hollow of her throat where it sank into her skin, seemingly absorbed by her body. The spell was cast. He was her Incubus, and tonight he would make her his. He designed the spell a bit differently though. Normally when an Incubus visits a woman, she would be completely immobilised, and unable to say anything while the demon had his way with her. Jareth made sure she had some ability to move her head, and most importantly, she could talk. Her body would be pinned in place until her desire could burn away the magic.
He allowed himself a little smile. This game was going to be fun. Well, he better wake her up. He leaned in further, allowing a gloved finger to travel the length of her arm, holding his breath, watching her with burning eyes as she responded to his touch.
Her entire body stiffened as she woke quite suddenly, her senses muddled at first. Her lampent gaze fell on him, and a tiny gasp seemed to float from her. She appeared frozen. Just like in her dream.
"Good evening, Precious," he said, his voice slightly thick with need. "You called for me?"
"I-I did?" She seemed lucid enough.
"Indeed."
"I must still be dreaming," she whispered, as if the realisation suddenly had hit her.
"Not anymore, young one," he replied smoothly, a tiny smirk spreading across his face. "Tell me, can you move?"
She was silent for a moment, then a defeated sigh. "N-no."
"That is because I am using magic on you. You seem to have uttered a wish in your sleep, my dear."
Her green eyes flickered for a second. "What?"
"You do not recall?"
"Obviously not! Let me go!" She spat indignantly.
With warm satisfaction, he noted the quiet desperation in her voice. He waited as she struggled against his magic.
Finally she gave up. "What was my wish, Jareth?" She demanded, still completely pinned by his spell.
"Well, darling, there were several. The first one is intriguing. You wished for me to be your Incubus."
Her breath caught in her throat. "A what?"
Jareth chuckled seductively. "Dear me, Sarah, are you really going to play it like that?"
She didn't respond at first. "I- You're lying," she finally breathed.
"I do not lie, young one. I heard you clearly." He pondered her wide eyes. "You know full well what an Incubus is, dear Sarah, otherwise you would not have wished for one, while also uttering my name."
"I wasn't- I'm not-... You presume a lot, Goblin king!" She finally managed angrily.
"Do I?" He hissed hotly, his body suddenly falling onto the bed, hovering just above hers, his lips only an inch from hers. "Was it not your dour little lips that called for my touch? You want me to take you, do not deny it, Sarah."
She inhaled shakily, swallowing thickly. "You can't just barge in on people like that, Jareth."
"Who said anything about barging in? You invited me by using my name."
"I didn't realise I was talking in my sleep."
"Hmmm, few people do." He nuzzled her face gently. "It is often ridiculous ramblings that they say, but not you. You, dear Sarah, made sense."
She huffed indignantly, clearly fighting the invisible bonds holding her in place. "You are such a bell end, Jareth!" She hissed angrily, redoubling her efforts to free herself. He could feel her strain against his magic. Soon she would strain to achieve other things from him. The thought was enough to make him ignore her insult.
"You seem to forget who called who, Precious. I am merely giving you what you most desire." She didn't respond.
He inhaled deeply, allowing her scent to fill him, satisfied that she had not contradicted him. "I do wonder where you came across such a term. Your innocent mind wouldn't conjure it up on its own. You must have read about incubi somewhere?" He continued softly, watching her reaction carefully.
She didn't respond.
"Now now, Precious, do not suddenly become shy with me. Remember, the more you resist me, the more you are unable to move. Those are the rules. I am your Incubus now, as per your wish."
Still, she kept silent.
"Does your silence mean that my proximity unsettles you? For what reason, one might ask. Because you are afraid of me, or because you… desire me?"
"Absolutely not!" She finally groused out.
"Oh? So you did not wish for my touch just now, not ten minutes ago?"
"I would never!" She gasped indignantly. Despite her words he could sense the almost imperceptible flex of her pelvis.
"Then why do I no longer feel you struggle against your bonds? And why do I feel such a compelling pressure to fulfill your wishes? It is not as if I can leave before they are granted, young one."
Her breathing escalated.
He considered her thoughtfully for a long moment. "You wanted me to touch you as well. To take you. I admit that I have long felt the desire to claim you. To make you mine."
"God damnit, Jareth! You can't do this!" She said desperately, clearly struggling now, or trying to. His magic had her immobilised.
"Whyever not, my dear? Are you going to stop me?" The implications seemed to dawn on her now.
"This isn't fair!" She groused angrily.
"Really, my dear, again with this? What is your basis for comparison this time? Either way, you do not have to worry, my precious. This is going to be the most pleasurable experience you have ever had. I will not leave you unsatisfied, have no fear." She trembled viscerally at his words. "And as my queen, you will never want for anything. But first, we need to get these wishes out of the way."
She froze as she watched him lean down slowly, his hot breath skimming her skin before his lips sealed gently on her throat, kissing her greedily, tasting her. He kept at it for a long moment, and she began to tremble gently, an almost imperceptible moan escaping her. Finally he pulled back. "That was one wish granted, my dear. I have now touched you."
Her breathing was coming in hard intervals, as she looked into his face. It was impossible to read her eyes.
"Did you like it?" He crooned gently, swallowing thickly. He was bursting with desire now.
She didn't respond.
"Well, no matter, you will have plenty of time to decide if you like my caresses. I will be here for a little while yet."
Unable to resist her, he latched greedily onto her throat again, his pelvis rolling slowly, sensuously, his hard length grazing her core lightly. Her legs were closed, but he had no problem pressing against her hidden pleasure center even so. The young woman released a startled moan, her body trembling again. Jareth almost chuckled into her skin. She would be asking for his cock before long. But first, he would take his time, driving her to the edge of sanity with his caresses.
And so, he kept kissing her warm skin, sometimes allowing his body to touch hers, but for the most part he hovered above her, lingering just out of reach. Once she gave in, he would claim everything she had to give him. She was going to be his now.
"You smell incredible, dear Sarah. Is that vanilla I detect on your skin?" He murmured against her soft flesh.
She let out a sound that was hard to interpret. It was between a moan and a growl. She seemed to be struggling with herself now.
His lips found the hollow of her throat, and he laved it with his tongue before traveling to her collarbone. No inch of her skin was spared his touch, and he moved slowly downward until he reached the edge of her nightgown, his lips just able to kiss the swell of her breasts before the garment hindered his progress.
"Let us get rid of this," he murmured softly, almost as if it was nothing but an errand thought.
Conjuring up a crystal, he rolled the orb across her sternum, making the fabric disappear. The young woman gasped out loud, and he saw quite clearly how her suddenly unclothed nipples pebbled into hard peaks instantly.
Growling with desire, Jareth couldn't resist giving one a deep pull, lashing her flesh with his tongue. She hissed and jerked slightly, a throaty moan floating from her chest. He moved to her other breast, latching onto her fiercely, pulling the taut peak deeply into his mouth. She groaned huskily, her body jolting again. Jareth pressed his erection against her again, her panty covered core now feeling his urgent need more insistently.
The young woman began to pant hotly and he knew she was getting close to voicing her needs for him. Desperate for that to happen, he began to move further down her body, kissing and nibbling at her skin. He noted with pleasure how she seemed to become increasingly hot and bothered by his attentions. The most crucial detail; she wasn't telling him to stop.
His tongue travelled the expanse of her lower stomach, moving from one flared hip to the other, following the waistline of her panties.
"You feel so soft Sarah, my precious," he murmured into her skin. He had finally arrived at her core. His gloved fingers hooked beneath the elastic band of the thin fabric, pulling them down slightly, revealing the soft curls at the top of her mons. She moaned more forcefully now, the tremors in her muscles increasing. She seemed to be straining for just the thing he could give her.
"I could devour you right this instant, precious. I sense that is precisely what you need. You need only accept me, and I will make you see the stars." He kissed her skin hotly again, waiting. She didn't respond, though her pelvic muscles tensed again.
"No?" He pressed, giving up on removing the restricting garment.
In truth he couldn't. An Incubus had to be invited. Instead he would just make her beg for it. "Are you too shy to utter your need out loud, Sarah? It is alright, I will not judge you."
She released a sharp puff of air, her jaw clenched tightly.
He tenderly spread her legs, and not bothering to unglove his hand, he began to stroke the seat of her knickers gently, the touch barely a caress. He kept an eye on her reaction, even as he slowly began to make her lose control. The moment she began to roll her hips to meet his touch, he would know she was ready to grant him full access to her.
Despite the darkness he thought he could just make out a slightly darker patch on the white cotton, just where her essence would in fact soak into the fabric should she enjoy his attentions.
Even if the darkness obscured his sight slightly, he could definitely smell her. Her scent was too tempting and alluring, and he soon removed his fingers from her body and replaced them with his lips and tongue, applying delicious pressure onto that stiff bundle of nerves just beneath the thin fabric of her panties. It was definitely distended with blood, hard as a crystal. He prodded it before applying suction to her already damp flesh through the thin barrier of clothing.
It wasn't ten seconds before he thought he saw a slight movement from her, muscles tensing in response to the sensations he was creating.
"Ready to grant me access soon, Sarah? I see you struggling for control. Why not just give in? You will feel better once your wish is fulfilled. Then you will be mine. But to be mine…" he latched onto her again, suckling and moaning in a low voice, he knew would carry to her ears. "You have to grant me access. Those are the rules."
She whimpered, a tiny shudder coursing through her body.
"Oh? Was that a whimper, precious? Are you going to beg me soon?"
He intensified his ministrations, allowing the fabric of her knickers to slide wetly across her folds, easily catching her clit in the same movement. She jolted again, her pelvis lifting off the bed to actually meet his touch. Jareth nearly chuckled. She was ready to be taken, he just needed her to say it. To encourage her, he stopped what he was doing, and instead licked and nibbled at her soft inner thighs, letting her know there was more to come, that he was far from done with her yet. She just had to ask for more.
The young woman gave a frustrated mewl as she lost sight of the impending climax and she inhaled deeply, her body trying to redirect his attentions back to where she needed it.
"Say it, Sarah," he growled darkly.
His patience was at an end. His cock was aching to be inside her hot body.
She was trembling so viciously that the bed was trembling too.
"I will put you out of your misery, young one. Just allow me access. This is your wish after all." He licked the edge of her thigh, just by her knickers, swirling his tongue sideways, just allowing it to flicker across her clit. It was so engorged with blood that he could feel it clearly. Her need must be excruciating by now. As was his.
"Say it!" He hissed, latching onto the bundle of nerves for just a second, before releasing it again. She jerked slightly, her pelvis lifting and rolling to chase his touch.
"I know you want me. Your dreams spoke clearly, Sarah. Why deny yourself this pleasure?"
He used his thumbs to press gently on her labia on either side of her clit, pushing inwards, mashing it between her folds. He felt her cunt twitch hotly.
"Ah!" Her vocalisation was hoarse with desire.
He relented, not giving her what she wanted.
"Jareth…" she whimpered. "Please… I need…"
"Yes, my Precious. What is it you need?" He crawled up her body, making his clothes disappear with a spell. He allowed his rock hard cock to press against the seat of her soaked knickers. "Tell me," he growled, already poised to make his move.
She was breathing heavily, lips parted slightly, and he longed to kiss her. He contented himself with kissing her throat hotly.
She groaned in frustration, unable to give in, but equally unable to resist him any longer. She needed him, and she knew it. "I wish for you to fuck me," she finally said in a small voice, the shame eminating from her face. He smiled darkly down at her, his hair framing their faces.
"Then I shall grant you what you desire, Sarah dear."
Within seconds, her panties were gone, her legs spread wide for him, and trying not to succumb to his eagerness, he placed the tip of his cock against her hot, tight opening. She was startlingly wet, her body practically beckoning him in. He gave a slow thrust, pushing inside her in one move, sheathing himself deeply within her, finally feeling her tight body engulf his length.
She let out a husky cry as he filled her, and he was almost tempted to allow her the freedom to move. But not just yet.
"Fuck! You're too big, Jareth! Ah, shit that stings!" She could barely form a coherent sentence as her body accepted his girth.
"You can take me, Sarah," he crooned hotly. "Such a good girl." He knew he was probably the biggest she had ever had, his cock being on the larger side. In truth he was hard pressed to hold still within her, allowing her to adjust to his sudden intrusion. Her silken walls were so tight he had to groan as he entered her, stretching her out to fit his member.
He lowered himself down on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, cock still nestled deeply within her. Then he kissed her. To his delight she responded, her lips moving tentatively against his, her breathing still laboured, and sweat was dotting her brow.
Too eager to feel her snug heat caress him, he was unable to hold still any longer. He pulled out all the way, then thrust in again, filling her to the hilt.
She moaned as he halted his movements. "More," she whispered.
The word was barely audible, but that didn't matter. She was begging him. "As you wish, Precious."
He delivered another deep thrust, feeling her tugging and abrading his cock with her divine softness. Her walls were already fluttering, the first throbs of her orgasm already in motion. He gave a harder thrust, and she strained beneath him, a piercing whimper coming from her throat.
She was practically strangling him now, her snug walls pressing in on all sides. Jareth couldn't help it. He began to fuck her more urgently, needing to feed his desire for her. It took all but one more thrust before her cunt exploded into a series of pulsating waves, and she climaxed violently beneath him. Unable to move much, she rolled her head from side to side, moaning hotly, her insides throbbing around his pistoning cock.
"Oh fuck!" She managed, as he didn't give her much respite but kept thrusting, massaging her slick heat deeply.
"You are so very wet, Sarah dear," he groaned, delivering another hard thrust, the sensation of her wetness drowning his senses.
She was panting hotly, moaning as she took his passion. Jareth decided she had earned her freedom, and even as he fucked her into another orgasm, he lifted the spell on her. She reacted viscerally, her limbs ensnaring him on the instant, arms coming around his middle, clinging to him for dear life. He kissed her greedily, coaxing her tender body into another climax, making her shudder and quiver beneath him.
"You are so responsive." He was loath to leave her hot body, but even so, he lifted himself off of her, turning her on her side, grabbing one of her legs and placing the ankle on his shoulder, straddling the other leg and holding onto her soft thigh, he penetrated her again. He grabbed her hands, holding onto her wrists as leverage to keep her in place as he pushed inside her, practically making their pelvises bounce off of each other.
"Oh fuck, that's deep, that's really deep!" She hissed, even as she moaned for him to continue.
"Take all of me, Sarah mine. All. Of Me!" He punctuated every word with a thrust, pushing inside her as deeply as he could go, his balls smacking her thigh repeatedly, feeling her cervix shift around to accommodate his ingression. She was trembling and moaning, muscles tensing and unclenching, her body reacting instinctively to his words. She soon came undone again, and he crooned as her walls gripped him, feeling quite like a silky vice. Jareth leaned down over her, keeping her ankle on his shoulder, practically splitting her in half, as he released her wrists to lean on his hands. He pounded into her hard, fucking her through the orgasm, as she let out a strangled cry at the intensity of it all.
She whimpered softly as she came down from her peak. "Fuck, you're going to ruin me, Jareth!"
"Yes, that was my intention after all, Precious," he replied with a dark chuckle.
He let her leg down, allowing her knee to rest on the mattress, her body still laying on her side. Then he caught her wrists again, holding them above her head, kissing her none too gently, keeping up the movements of his hips, as well as increasing the pace.
"I told you I would make you see the stars, and I intend to keep my promise." It didn't take him long to send her reeling, and her moans filled his mouth as they kissed hotly again. He laid down behind her, and then rolled them both over so she was now on top of him, her back resting against his chest. He ensnared her body in his arms, his fingers curling around her throat. The vibrations of her moans transfering from her throat to his hand as he began to thrust up into her, holding her close as he intimately fucked her until she was shuddering again, on the verge of another climax.
He growled into her ear. "Will you come for me again, Sarah mine? Come for your Goblin King, darling," he hissed, increasing the tempo, placing his hand at the top of her folds so that he could massage her clit gently.
"Ah fuck!" She lurched, her body succumbing to the orgasm, her whimpers trembling with the rhythm of the waves within her.
"Good girl," he whispered, nibbling her throat, still keeping her in place, as he slowly rolled his pelvis, his cock sliding through her slick heat.
She was nothing but a puddle of whimpers by now, and he ran his hands soothingly across her body. They were both sweating by now, their damp skin sticking hotly to each other.
"I was surprised when you called for me, precious one. This is what you wanted all along, is it not?"
She moaned, writhing a bit on top of him, trying to make him fuck her harder again.
"I am curious. How long have you desired me like this, Sarah, dear?" He crooned, still moving tenderly, intimately, trying to coax her into talking.
"Years," she whispered. "Ever since I left your kingdom."
Jareth was surprised. "Do you regret leaving?" He asked her quite suddenly, halting all movement.
She sighed deeply. Then she sat up and shifted around so she was now straddling him. She leaned down and kissed him on the mouth.
"Everyday ever since I told you no."
They stared at each other for a long moment. "Why not call for me? I would have happily taken you back to my kingdom. You could have seen all your friends all this time, and you yet did not say my name?"
"I… feared you hated me for what I did to you, to your labyrinth. I left it all in ruins."
"Sarah, you know how I fell in love with you. You could never hurt me like that. The true pain was when you denied me."
She sighed again. "I suppose it's a good thing my dreams did the job for me then. I have denied myself any thoughts of you for all those years. I guess the pressure got too much. I was too ashamed, and perhaps too young to understand… So many things… Feelings… About you..."
She seemed to be lost in thought. "I always assumed it was because you put a spell on me, that I kept having these thoughts about you."
That made him chuckle. "You flatter me, Precious. My magic is indeed potent, but not that potent. No, that was all you."
He pulled her down and kissed her tenderly. Then he rolled them over again, and entered her warm body. "This is all you as well," he crooned, hissing as she enveloped his cock again. "You feel so good, wrapped so tightly around my cock like this, my love."
She moaned and thrashed beneath him, back arching as he made her break out into goosebumps. Her nipples pebbled into hard peaks, and he bent down and drew one into his mouth, still fucking her forcefully, their bodies entangled in passion.
"Ooooh," was all she managed.
"Yes, darling. Do come for me again." His powerful thrusts made the bed springs creak slightly, but neither of them noticed. He leaned down and latched onto her throat, biting her gently, his fingers digging through her hair, insinuating them against her scalp to keep her in place, and she gave a husky scream as she shattered around him. She clung to him now, burying her face in his chest, her nose poking his sternum. Her cries were muffled by his body as he moved more urgently inside her. She spread her legs wider to allow him a deeper penetration, and as he increased the speed of his thrusts, she came again, babbling unintelligibly into his skin.
Jareth was unable to hold out any longer. "Gods, I am going to come inside you, Sarah. Will you be a good girl and take my seed? Then you will be truly mine."
She moaned. "Yes, yes, yes!" Groaning deeply, he delivered a series of forceful thrusts, his release erupting from him in almost painful pulsations, as he coated her insides with his release. He held her tightly, their bodies trembling violently against each other, their mingled pleasure taking a long time to ebb away. Then they slumped. Jareth kissed her deeply, trying to get his breathing under control. She responded in kind, equally breathless.
"I love you, Sarah mine," he whispered against her lips.
"I love you too, Jareth," she replied.
"I almost forgot," he suddenly said, conjuring up a crystal and placing it against her lips. The spell was instantaneous. She was quite unable to move again all of a sudden. He slithered down her body, settling himself between her legs. "I never really got to taste you."
Her startled cry filled the room, as his lips sealed around her extremely sensitive clit. Unable to get away from his touch, she could do nothing but receive his passion. Using his lips, tongue and fingers, he slowly coaxed her through a series of intense orgasms, barely allowing her to recover from each one, before he pushed her onto the path of another.
Once he had a taste of her, he was quite reluctant to let her go just yet.
"I fear you are in for a long night, Sarah, dear. Your taste is quite delectable. Of course, you could dissuade me by telling me where you discovered the term Incubus."
She laughed. "I can never tell you that!"
He chuckled darkly. "What a shame."
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Right, I am late for work. Thanks for reading!
-Pancakes