Phase 4: Release Me! Ravish Me!
"What I desire," Sarah languidly replied, here eyes encased in the plain velvety view of Codan's.
"Jareth," Codan stated.
"Jareth," Sarah repeated, her head bobbing like a sinking life jacket. Her beautiful eyelids closed.
Codan's hands danced before Sarah. "Now wake, and see what I have in store for you!"
Sarah shuddered; her head lifted and there was Jareth! She knew it was him by his glorious codpiece and flowing ash blond hair.
"Jareth!" she cried. "It's you!"
"Of course my darling sunset!" Jareth replied, kissing her delicately. "I have vanquished the evil, yet incredibly handsome Codan and I am here to save you, by wilting buttercup."
Sarah shuddered, she felt feverish and weak as Jareth kissed her again, languidly and longingly, his tongue pressing against her lips until he allowed her entry into her hot cavernous mouth. Sarah moaned deeply as Jareth's hands encircled her tiny tiny waist. As he pressed against her, she sighed, but then began to cough furiously. Had she been away from her ventilator for too long?
"Jareth," she murmured. "Release me from these chains! They hurt my arms and legs!"
Jareth smiled, his hooded eyes traveling in and around, up and down, sideways and diagonally across her Venus like body.
"I don't think you'll be needing the use of your legs at the moment my dear," Jareth growled, pouncing upon her and ravishing her mouth once again. As his hands cupped her supple bosom, Sarah completely and fully 110% percently, gave herself to a pleasure she had always dreamed about.
It took only moments for Jareth to completely disrobe her, until she was completely naked, her butt slightly chaffing against the rough wall. Jareth pulled open his flowy poets shirt, which wasn't that difficult as it was only the barest of bare see-through gauze.
"Take me!" Sarah cried, her head rolling and lolling against the uneven wall. "Take me!" She cried louder as Jareth's magical hands circled her heavenly breasts, pinching and prodding her until she could take no more.
"Take you where?" Jareth asked curiously, slightly dumbfounded, his hands halting their caressing movements. "Oh," he replied to her steely gaze, removing his magnificent bejeweled codpiece.
Sarah could not control her virginal body. Shaking and whimpering, she tried her best to answer his wild animal fury as his hard throbbing love wand pressed against her trembling thigh.
And then they were one. Sarah gasped as she felt Jareth fully within her luscious cavern, his dragon pumping inside her until she could bear no more. She exploded in his arms; like a firecracker lit too long as her red-tipped warrior met her sated eyes.
"You are so beautiful, my chained wonder!" The man named Jareth whispered as his steaming velvet sheath spilled his mini-Jareth's inside her.
Sarah stared deep into Jareth's eyes as her breathing returned to normal. But as she looked deep into her lover's eyes, she realized they were not the multi-colored orbs she knew so well from her dreams.
"You're not Jareth!" Sarah cried.
"No, but I am!" came another voice. Possibly Jareth's.
Sarah and Codan turned to look at the approaching figure that was probably Jareth. Since it was, Codan shouted, "Jareth!"
And Sarah nearly swooned, "Jareth!"
Both were still completely naked from their recent bout of hot Fae lovemaking. Much to their surprise, Jareth too was completely in the buff; save for an unusually shaped codpiece of deep blue velvet that Sarah and Codan knew contained the most exquisite of Fae passion wands. Sarah felt the sudden urge to be filled in ways Codan was incapable of.
"Codan, you diabolical—" Jareth began, stopping himself from cursing in front of the lady. "How dare you! Here I think Sarah has run away from me, when really it was all some cunning scheme of yours to bed my love!"
"No. I actually ran away and—"
"Whisked away from me, in my own kingdom!"
"You were there when I ran, Jareth! I hardly think—"
"Stolen from right under my nose! Codan, you've gone too far!"
Codan merely licked his lips, then broke into melodious Fae laughter. "You're too late, cousin dear. For I have already deflowered your radiant bloom!" He laughed harder, mockingly, and it ate away at Jareth's soul.
The goblin king fell to his knees and wept. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he screamed, arms falling to his sides in as melodramatic a way possible.
Sarah was about to speak, but Codan shushed her. He walked over to the crying Jareth, a wicked smile on his face, his spent Fae-hood limp between his thighs. "That's right, cousin. Let it all out. Oh, and for the record, she was goooooooood. And once Codan junior comes to, I think I'll have to take her again!"
"He's gonna tap dat ass!" a goblin shouted from around a corner.
"And to think, all it took was the simplest of illusions to make her mine. Would it pain you greatly to know that she thought it was you and not I, that she made love with?"
Jareth howled in agony.
"I see it does. Delicious."
"You… FIEND!" Jareth suddenly shot up and slammed into Codan, knocking him onto the ground. Within seconds, both powerful Fae were upon each other, furiously attacking one another as they tumbled and rolled around the soft velvet carpeting of the palace floor.
Sarah gasped as the men wrestled one another, Codan naked, Jareth practically so. Her heart-rate increased, just as it had when she leafed through an Abercrombie catalogue for the first time. She dared not stop interfere with the grapplers.
They attacked each other for what seemed like hours. At one point, they even managed to get some sort of baby-oil-like substance all over their muscular bodies. Sarah nearly fainted. A few goblins watching actually did, while another shook his head in disgust and wandered off to his chambers for a girly magazine.
Finally, Jareth pushed Codan's well-oiled body off of his. Codan fell limp onto the floor, and sputtered, "I have… lost?"
"Indeed. For I am Fae."
"But… I too am Fae."
"Perhaps. But stupid Fae."
Jareth readjusted his codpiece. Then, with a few soft incantations, his hands began to glow with fiery orange light. "This is the end, Codan."
"But cousin!"
Jareth's eyes narrowed. "Don't 'but cousin' me!"
The orange Fae magic burst forth from Jareth's hands, enveloping Codan. When the flickering witch-fires died away, nothing remained of Codan save a diamond-encrusted pinky ring and a few gold fillings.
"Jareth!" Sarah uttered, completely astonished. "You killed him!"
"He deserved far worse for what he did to you."
"Oh, Jareth! I'm so sorry! I… I thought… I thought he was you! And furthermore… he left me so unfulfilled. And by that I mean his penis wasn't very big. I think he stuffed his codpiece."
Jareth's multi-colored eyes were distant and Sarah wondered why he did not reply. Perhaps he stuffed his codpiece as well? No, that musn't be true! She told herself, as Jareth freed her from her iron bindings. Sarah rubbed her butt absentmindedly as Jareth handed over her ripped and ravished clothes.
She looked over to him, noticing he was now dressed in the finest white poet's shirt. The buttons where the perfection of pearl, their enchanting light dancing against his alabaster medallion. His outfit was completed with disarmingly beautiful gray silk pants and a sheepskin cape adorning his shoulders with the sheep still attached.
"What of Codan's goblins Jareth?" Sarah asked, now noticing that Jareth would not meet her sad eyes that were so desperately sad.
"They shall return with us, as they are, like all the others, my failure."
'Thnk yre srie," said the goblin with the gag.
Sarah's shaking hand, still white from her deadly disease, reached for Jareth's magnificently masculine shoulder. "Jareth I'm so sorry—"
Jareth wrenched himself away from her sickly touch, his sheep cape baaing faintly.
"It's too soon Sarah. You've broken my impenetrable Fae heart."
And with that, he whisked them away, in a flurry of glitter, sparkles and magic, back to the castle.
"What I desire," Sarah languidly replied, here eyes encased in the plain velvety view of Codan's.
"Jareth," Codan stated.
"Jareth," Sarah repeated, her head bobbing like a sinking life jacket. Her beautiful eyelids closed.
Codan's hands danced before Sarah. "Now wake, and see what I have in store for you!"
Sarah shuddered; her head lifted and there was Jareth! She knew it was him by his glorious codpiece and flowing ash blond hair.
"Jareth!" she cried. "It's you!"
"Of course my darling sunset!" Jareth replied, kissing her delicately. "I have vanquished the evil, yet incredibly handsome Codan and I am here to save you, by wilting buttercup."
Sarah shuddered, she felt feverish and weak as Jareth kissed her again, languidly and longingly, his tongue pressing against her lips until he allowed her entry into her hot cavernous mouth. Sarah moaned deeply as Jareth's hands encircled her tiny tiny waist. As he pressed against her, she sighed, but then began to cough furiously. Had she been away from her ventilator for too long?
"Jareth," she murmured. "Release me from these chains! They hurt my arms and legs!"
Jareth smiled, his hooded eyes traveling in and around, up and down, sideways and diagonally across her Venus like body.
"I don't think you'll be needing the use of your legs at the moment my dear," Jareth growled, pouncing upon her and ravishing her mouth once again. As his hands cupped her supple bosom, Sarah completely and fully 110% percently, gave herself to a pleasure she had always dreamed about.
It took only moments for Jareth to completely disrobe her, until she was completely naked, her butt slightly chaffing against the rough wall. Jareth pulled open his flowy poets shirt, which wasn't that difficult as it was only the barest of bare see-through gauze.
"Take me!" Sarah cried, her head rolling and lolling against the uneven wall. "Take me!" She cried louder as Jareth's magical hands circled her heavenly breasts, pinching and prodding her until she could take no more.
"Take you where?" Jareth asked curiously, slightly dumbfounded, his hands halting their caressing movements. "Oh," he replied to her steely gaze, removing his magnificent bejeweled codpiece.
Sarah could not control her virginal body. Shaking and whimpering, she tried her best to answer his wild animal fury as his hard throbbing love wand pressed against her trembling thigh.
And then they were one. Sarah gasped as she felt Jareth fully within her luscious cavern, his dragon pumping inside her until she could bear no more. She exploded in his arms; like a firecracker lit too long as her red-tipped warrior met her sated eyes.
"You are so beautiful, my chained wonder!" The man named Jareth whispered as his steaming velvet sheath spilled his mini-Jareth's inside her.
Sarah stared deep into Jareth's eyes as her breathing returned to normal. But as she looked deep into her lover's eyes, she realized they were not the multi-colored orbs she knew so well from her dreams.
"You're not Jareth!" Sarah cried.
"No, but I am!" came another voice. Possibly Jareth's.
Sarah and Codan turned to look at the approaching figure that was probably Jareth. Since it was, Codan shouted, "Jareth!"
And Sarah nearly swooned, "Jareth!"
Both were still completely naked from their recent bout of hot Fae lovemaking. Much to their surprise, Jareth too was completely in the buff; save for an unusually shaped codpiece of deep blue velvet that Sarah and Codan knew contained the most exquisite of Fae passion wands. Sarah felt the sudden urge to be filled in ways Codan was incapable of.
"Codan, you diabolical—" Jareth began, stopping himself from cursing in front of the lady. "How dare you! Here I think Sarah has run away from me, when really it was all some cunning scheme of yours to bed my love!"
"No. I actually ran away and—"
"Whisked away from me, in my own kingdom!"
"You were there when I ran, Jareth! I hardly think—"
"Stolen from right under my nose! Codan, you've gone too far!"
Codan merely licked his lips, then broke into melodious Fae laughter. "You're too late, cousin dear. For I have already deflowered your radiant bloom!" He laughed harder, mockingly, and it ate away at Jareth's soul.
The goblin king fell to his knees and wept. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he screamed, arms falling to his sides in as melodramatic a way possible.
Sarah was about to speak, but Codan shushed her. He walked over to the crying Jareth, a wicked smile on his face, his spent Fae-hood limp between his thighs. "That's right, cousin. Let it all out. Oh, and for the record, she was goooooooood. And once Codan junior comes to, I think I'll have to take her again!"
"He's gonna tap dat ass!" a goblin shouted from around a corner.
"And to think, all it took was the simplest of illusions to make her mine. Would it pain you greatly to know that she thought it was you and not I, that she made love with?"
Jareth howled in agony.
"I see it does. Delicious."
"You… FIEND!" Jareth suddenly shot up and slammed into Codan, knocking him onto the ground. Within seconds, both powerful Fae were upon each other, furiously attacking one another as they tumbled and rolled around the soft velvet carpeting of the palace floor.
Sarah gasped as the men wrestled one another, Codan naked, Jareth practically so. Her heart-rate increased, just as it had when she leafed through an Abercrombie catalogue for the first time. She dared not stop interfere with the grapplers.
They attacked each other for what seemed like hours. At one point, they even managed to get some sort of baby-oil-like substance all over their muscular bodies. Sarah nearly fainted. A few goblins watching actually did, while another shook his head in disgust and wandered off to his chambers for a girly magazine.
Finally, Jareth pushed Codan's well-oiled body off of his. Codan fell limp onto the floor, and sputtered, "I have… lost?"
"Indeed. For I am Fae."
"But… I too am Fae."
"Perhaps. But stupid Fae."
Jareth readjusted his codpiece. Then, with a few soft incantations, his hands began to glow with fiery orange light. "This is the end, Codan."
"But cousin!"
Jareth's eyes narrowed. "Don't 'but cousin' me!"
The orange Fae magic burst forth from Jareth's hands, enveloping Codan. When the flickering witch-fires died away, nothing remained of Codan save a diamond-encrusted pinky ring and a few gold fillings.
"Jareth!" Sarah uttered, completely astonished. "You killed him!"
"He deserved far worse for what he did to you."
"Oh, Jareth! I'm so sorry! I… I thought… I thought he was you! And furthermore… he left me so unfulfilled. And by that I mean his penis wasn't very big. I think he stuffed his codpiece."
Jareth's multi-colored eyes were distant and Sarah wondered why he did not reply. Perhaps he stuffed his codpiece as well? No, that musn't be true! She told herself, as Jareth freed her from her iron bindings. Sarah rubbed her butt absentmindedly as Jareth handed over her ripped and ravished clothes.
She looked over to him, noticing he was now dressed in the finest white poet's shirt. The buttons where the perfection of pearl, their enchanting light dancing against his alabaster medallion. His outfit was completed with disarmingly beautiful gray silk pants and a sheepskin cape adorning his shoulders with the sheep still attached.
"What of Codan's goblins Jareth?" Sarah asked, now noticing that Jareth would not meet her sad eyes that were so desperately sad.
"They shall return with us, as they are, like all the others, my failure."
'Thnk yre srie," said the goblin with the gag.
Sarah's shaking hand, still white from her deadly disease, reached for Jareth's magnificently masculine shoulder. "Jareth I'm so sorry—"
Jareth wrenched himself away from her sickly touch, his sheep cape baaing faintly.
"It's too soon Sarah. You've broken my impenetrable Fae heart."
And with that, he whisked them away, in a flurry of glitter, sparkles and magic, back to the castle.