Jareth sat in his bath, scooting his rubber ducky through the foamy bubbles. In the back of his mind he heard whimpering. Sarah was waking up. He set the rubber ducky down on the side of the tub and stood, water spilling down his pale body.
"Well, wish me luck chap," he said to his reflection in the mirror as he dried off. He combed his fingers through his red streaked hair and grinned at himself in the mirror.
"Not that I'll need it of course."
He dressed in black silk pajama bottoms and a white silk pajama top which he left unbuttoned. He didn't bother with any form of foot wear.
He transported himself to Sarah's rooms and watched her, contented as he tossed her bruised face back and fourth upon the pillow, obviously trying to shake off the sleeping spell that he had placed upon her.
Grinning he walked up to the bed and crawled onto it, looking for all the world like a cat advancing upon a wounded bird. He stretched out beside her and brushed his lisp against her forehead.
"Oh Sarah," he whispered. "You won't wake till I want you to."
She whimpered again. Jareth put his knees on either side of her and let his hands explore the font of body. 'Well,' he thought. 'so long as she's my prisoner I might as well make good use of her.'
He grinned and pressed his lips to her in a harsh and no where near gentle kiss. As he fondled her breast he laughed.
"Oh yes. Call me Sarah. I'll fix everything," he said bitterly with a devilish grin. He ran his tongue over her lips and cheek then teasingly kissed her ear.
"You are going to suffer Sarah. You are going to suffer at my hand," he whispered happily into her ear while still holding back laughs. How he loved this. She was at his mercy. He could do anything he wished. He could take her if he so please. He thought about it then decided not to. He would have his fun first.
He lay back down beside her and calmed himself. It would look very strange for him to be in such high spirits when he was supposed to be worried over her health.
Finally he passed a hand over her eyes and he looked up at blinked, slowly coming awake.
She looked around and saw Jareth then began to cry helplessly and reached out to him. He smiled softly, and held her to his chest.
'Oh if she only knew,' he thought. 'how she would fear me then.'
"Oh J-Jareth...it w-was so horrible!"
He shushed her and stroked her hair.
"Your safe now Sarah." He had to try very hard not to laugh at that. "Why didn't you call me sooner?"
She curled up closer to him. She reminded him of a sheep sleeping beside a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"I-I didn't think you w-would come," she said sadly.
He kissed her forehead. "Sarah, I would always come when you called."
She nodded and cried softly against his chest.
"I hurt Jareth."
He nodded and stroked her hair. She should. He had paid that orc a small fortune.
"I know Sarah. I will ease the pain."
He lay her down as she tried to cling to him.
"Jareth-"
He shushed her again.
"Hush Sarah. Just relax."
She nodded and lay back against the bed. Jareth began to caress her with his hands, the bruises and marks on her skin disappearing with his touch. He smiled to himself, sending a small wisps of desire along with the healing magic. He traced her face, neck and shoulders. By the time he reached her stomach she was gasping for breath.
"Jareth, please?"
He grinned. Oh how lovely a picture she made.
"Sarah", he said softly, still moving his hands down her legs. "You still need rest."
She swallowed. "B-but."
Jareth brushed his fingers against her more private areas and listened to her gasp. He smiled softly and continued on his way down her body, feeling it shudder with need. When he was done he lay down next to her and placed her hand on her neck still sending his tainted magic through her.
"Is the pain gone?"
She nodded, running her hands over his chest.
He kissed her forehead. "Good."
She moaned and pulled his face down to hers, pressing her lips against his.
He smiled and rolled over on top of her, pressing his body to hers. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. He pulled away, pressing his lower body harder against her.
"Why Sarah, what a sudden mood swing," he said with a smile.
Her hands ran up and down his back.
"Please Jareth. Please. I need you. Please?"
He wanted to pat himself on the shoulder. She was practically crying with need and begging him. He sent a mental message to one of his goblins.
He nodded to Sarah and began to kiss her neck. She sighed and ran her hands through his hair. The goblin he had sent for knocked on the door. He looked up from Sarah's skin.
"Yes?" he yelled.
"Sire, there is a problem among your subjects. It requires your attention."
He feigned a sigh and rolled off the bed, Sarah reaching for him. He held her down on the bed.
"I have to take care of this now Sarah. Stay and rest."
She chewed on his lip and nodded as he pulled the covers over her sensitive body. He gave her hand a kiss and strode out of the room. Once the door were closed he gave the goblin a gold coin and headed to his chambers to catch a nap. He grinned, knowing Sarah was suffering inside her rooms. His magic wouldn't fade from her body for several more hours. He walked into his rooms and threw himself onto his bed.
Life was indeed going well for him.
"Well, wish me luck chap," he said to his reflection in the mirror as he dried off. He combed his fingers through his red streaked hair and grinned at himself in the mirror.
"Not that I'll need it of course."
He dressed in black silk pajama bottoms and a white silk pajama top which he left unbuttoned. He didn't bother with any form of foot wear.
He transported himself to Sarah's rooms and watched her, contented as he tossed her bruised face back and fourth upon the pillow, obviously trying to shake off the sleeping spell that he had placed upon her.
Grinning he walked up to the bed and crawled onto it, looking for all the world like a cat advancing upon a wounded bird. He stretched out beside her and brushed his lisp against her forehead.
"Oh Sarah," he whispered. "You won't wake till I want you to."
She whimpered again. Jareth put his knees on either side of her and let his hands explore the font of body. 'Well,' he thought. 'so long as she's my prisoner I might as well make good use of her.'
He grinned and pressed his lips to her in a harsh and no where near gentle kiss. As he fondled her breast he laughed.
"Oh yes. Call me Sarah. I'll fix everything," he said bitterly with a devilish grin. He ran his tongue over her lips and cheek then teasingly kissed her ear.
"You are going to suffer Sarah. You are going to suffer at my hand," he whispered happily into her ear while still holding back laughs. How he loved this. She was at his mercy. He could do anything he wished. He could take her if he so please. He thought about it then decided not to. He would have his fun first.
He lay back down beside her and calmed himself. It would look very strange for him to be in such high spirits when he was supposed to be worried over her health.
Finally he passed a hand over her eyes and he looked up at blinked, slowly coming awake.
She looked around and saw Jareth then began to cry helplessly and reached out to him. He smiled softly, and held her to his chest.
'Oh if she only knew,' he thought. 'how she would fear me then.'
"Oh J-Jareth...it w-was so horrible!"
He shushed her and stroked her hair.
"Your safe now Sarah." He had to try very hard not to laugh at that. "Why didn't you call me sooner?"
She curled up closer to him. She reminded him of a sheep sleeping beside a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"I-I didn't think you w-would come," she said sadly.
He kissed her forehead. "Sarah, I would always come when you called."
She nodded and cried softly against his chest.
"I hurt Jareth."
He nodded and stroked her hair. She should. He had paid that orc a small fortune.
"I know Sarah. I will ease the pain."
He lay her down as she tried to cling to him.
"Jareth-"
He shushed her again.
"Hush Sarah. Just relax."
She nodded and lay back against the bed. Jareth began to caress her with his hands, the bruises and marks on her skin disappearing with his touch. He smiled to himself, sending a small wisps of desire along with the healing magic. He traced her face, neck and shoulders. By the time he reached her stomach she was gasping for breath.
"Jareth, please?"
He grinned. Oh how lovely a picture she made.
"Sarah", he said softly, still moving his hands down her legs. "You still need rest."
She swallowed. "B-but."
Jareth brushed his fingers against her more private areas and listened to her gasp. He smiled softly and continued on his way down her body, feeling it shudder with need. When he was done he lay down next to her and placed her hand on her neck still sending his tainted magic through her.
"Is the pain gone?"
She nodded, running her hands over his chest.
He kissed her forehead. "Good."
She moaned and pulled his face down to hers, pressing her lips against his.
He smiled and rolled over on top of her, pressing his body to hers. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. He pulled away, pressing his lower body harder against her.
"Why Sarah, what a sudden mood swing," he said with a smile.
Her hands ran up and down his back.
"Please Jareth. Please. I need you. Please?"
He wanted to pat himself on the shoulder. She was practically crying with need and begging him. He sent a mental message to one of his goblins.
He nodded to Sarah and began to kiss her neck. She sighed and ran her hands through his hair. The goblin he had sent for knocked on the door. He looked up from Sarah's skin.
"Yes?" he yelled.
"Sire, there is a problem among your subjects. It requires your attention."
He feigned a sigh and rolled off the bed, Sarah reaching for him. He held her down on the bed.
"I have to take care of this now Sarah. Stay and rest."
She chewed on his lip and nodded as he pulled the covers over her sensitive body. He gave her hand a kiss and strode out of the room. Once the door were closed he gave the goblin a gold coin and headed to his chambers to catch a nap. He grinned, knowing Sarah was suffering inside her rooms. His magic wouldn't fade from her body for several more hours. He walked into his rooms and threw himself onto his bed.
Life was indeed going well for him.