Back To The Lusting King

Author: Sedruce

Rating: R

Summary: No more outlet for our King.

Notes: NOT A STORY FOR CHILDREN! If you're underage, get out. Please. If you're still reading this, hey, I warned you, don't sue me for inappropriateness.

@}~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Six: When He Leaves

Toby screamed in pain and in desperate need and in sheer passion during the following hours. The things Jareth did to him...things he never would have dreamed of...things that made him feel the reactions from his forehead to his toes.

Not once did he get the opportunity to pleasure Jareth, but he didn't even realize that until the following evening, when he woke. He was exhausted. The only signs of what had happened the night before were the pain in his groin, for he'd released some five times, the pain in his rear, for some of the forms of pleasure Jareth had were startlingly human, and the pure exhaustion.

He blinked and moved to get his jeans on. At the foot of his bed he saw two pairs of pants: his own and Jareth's leggings. The only truly tangible evidence. It wasn't a dream...not one he'd had while he was asleep.

Jareth continued teaching Toby of his abilities in pleasure for eight years, Sarah never finding out, though she wondered what the sparkle was in her husband's eye whenever he saw Toby. By this time, Sarah and Jareth had a child, a girl, who was but an infant at only two years old. Sarah's belly was beginning to swell again with another child, for Jareth did not have any contraceptives in the Labyrinth, as there had never been a need.

Jareth fell more and more in love with Sarah, treating her to the gentler side of his passion and unleashing the full brunt of himself of Toby.

The time came, however, when Toby wanted to leave. He wanted to return to the world outside. Of course, Jareth and Sarah let him go, though sorrowful was the farewell.

With no release for his violent passion, Jareth used his wife's pregnancy as an excuse for celibacy. He knew she would not let him get by with that after the second child was born.

Indeed, when their son was born, she wanted her husband in bed with her, and not only to sleep. For a week, he used the excuse of not wanting to make her sore, but that only worked for a week.

"Jareth," she said one night, "do you not want me anymore?" The words cut him deeply, deeper even than when Toby said he wanted to leave. He'd never truly loved Toby. The only one he'd ever loved and ever would love was Sarah. Sarah whom he'd given immortality to so he would never have to be cut as deeply as he was now, with those few earnest words.

"I do...oh how I do," he whispered almost inaudibly, facing her as the two lay in bed.

"Then...why do you keep giving me these excuses? It seems you don't want me...it seems that maybe I should follow my brother back to the world I was born to.

Jareth looked at her with those eyes, his very soul hurt by what she said. He took her gently into his arms and held her, hoping she would fall asleep in his safe embrace and ask for no more.

"Why won't you take me as you used to?" she asked softly. He couldn't see them, but he heard the tears in her voice.

"I love you..." he murmured. Of course, Sarah saw this as no explanation. Instead, she turned in his arms to face him and trailed her fingers from his chin down to his manhood and gently stroked it to life.

"Then take me as you used to." He felt himself stirring, every bit of himself, and in her hand, she felt it, too. She looked at him with those sad eyes. He smiled at her. He was hungry for her, hungry for a release for his passion.

He threw her off him when she moved to straddle him as she had done before. He held her arms with bruising force and moved on top of her, like some ravenous wolf. Indeed, the way he nipped at her breasts was nothing if not wolfish. She cried out in pain as his sharp teeth drew blood on her lips when he began to bite her in the middle of the hungry kiss.

He knew in his more human mind that he was hurting her, but his violent passion had taken over. He couldn't stop himself any more than one could stop a hungry lion from feasting on its fresh-caught prey. Indeed, the comparison was similar. The metallic taste of her blood exhilarated him. His thin, long-fingered hands released her arms and traced down her naked curves until they reached her thighs, where, again with bruising force, they pushed her legs apart as far as they would go. Sarah screamed in pain as his mouth took her, biting her with his vampiric teeth. He did not draw blood, but he tasted her, tasted the womanly essence of her. He moved back up to her mouth, biting at her nipples on the way. He used a single hand to hold her wrists above her head, and his legs held hers as widespread as they had been. With his free hand, he traced the outline of her face, pushing her brown hair back. He kissed her and she tasted herself in the hungry mouth she instinctively explored with her own hot tongue.

She had known Jareth's passion was always hungry, but he had never hurt her as much as he did now. The one time he had was when he had first taken her, snatched her thirty-year-old virginity from her. He had never intentionally hurt her. She was frightened, but still reacted the same as if his passion had been soft, loving, like it had been before.

When he pulled back from her to look at his naked wife, he saw the fear in her eyes, the way she looked away from his gaze. The knife cut a little deeper. Damn it, at this rate, he'd be two men before he could find the safe place between all this hungry passion and no passion at all! As softly as he could make himself, he ran his hands down her sides to her hips and lifted her to him, taking her swiftly and silently, not noticing the absence of sensuous moans. All he noticed was the lack of pained cries. When he settled next to her, breathing heavily from the effort not to hurt her further, he turned to look at her. She still lay with her legs spread and her hands above her head, her face set as though in stone as it looked straight ahead.