A Note on Vampires and the Beasts of the Underground
Allow me to take a moment, dearest readers, to take a step away from our story - leaving Elyssa and Jareth in their respective places - so that we might make a few necessary explanations before our story may progress.
Seragwen - fairest elf maid, and sweetest of all my muses - you know who you are, although my readers most assuredly do not. And I know, above all else, your love and devotion for those dark creatures of the night. Your secret fascination with those mysterious creatures of the underworld, yes fair Seragwen... I know. I pray that my usage of these hallowed creatures of legend does not cause you, my love, any undue distress.
This being said, let us now take a moment to explore the particular breed of Nosferatu that inhabit this world of magic.
The Vampires of the Underground, characterized by their dark, yet devilishly handsome looks weighing against their notoriously bad tempers, are in many ways akin to the vampire of legend, save for a few minor discrepancies.
On the matter of blood drinking - viewed as a prime source of entertainment to the infamous Geishal clan, the ruling body of the Underground's coven - it was not only a source of enjoyment, but a necessity. Although the blood from any creature can provide sustenance, the blood of a human is prized above all else, perhaps because of the weakness of their minds. No one can be truly sure on the matter.
It was a terrible blow for the Geishal's when relations between the Goblin Kingdom and their own deteriorated. For centuries their lands had traded fresh human children for the various wines and aphrodisiacs one prized so highly by the Goblin King. Once trade ended so did the blood supply. Of course, when the blood supply is limited, one learns to do without. Because the Geishal's severely depleted all living creatures in their own lands after only a few years, they were forced to become creative in their quest for blood, frequenting the endless balls and court appearances that Society so often demands.
As for other matters so typical of vampires, such as advanced super-human strength, an aversion to sunlight, and other nifty quirks.... Well let's just say that they had their fair share. When it came to sunlight, however, this was a concern only when the Geishals were not upon their native soil. For, in the land of Anarkand, there was no sun - only the constant darkness of night.
What truly distinguishes the vampires of the Underground, is their mastery of the Dark Gifts. Although each vampire harnesses their power differently, no one can compare to the Dark Lord himself - Arik Geishal. Famous for ensnaring the unwary with his eyes, Geishal had the gift to bend the minds of others. Although a strong willed person can resist to some extent, when the full power of Arik's mind is matched against another, none can stand.
....Not even the Goblin King, some have speculated....
...But there's at least one who would disagree.
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Chapter 22 - Love and War
Elyssa never intended on spying on Jareth. In fact, she felt entirely justified about the whole situation. When Jareth asked her to go and fetch some wine, she honestly meant to. But, there was something about his eyes... Something about the way they grew so suddenly distracted that nagged at her.
I'll just check back with him and make sure everything's okay, she figured, maybe just ask him what kind of wine he wanted. Her mind made up, Elyssa pushed her way through the crowds, sighting his golden, spiked hair in the distance.
She forced her way through the throng, struggling to catch a glimpse of him in the distance. Finally making her way through, she got an eyeful, alright. Jareth's back was to her, but she could still see that his arm was wrapped around another woman...a beautiful woman. She watched in horror as the blasted hussy wrapped her arms around Jareth's neck, planting a kiss on his lips. For a moment, Elyssa and the woman's eyes met - one looked on in agony, while the other in triumph. The Raven woman seemed to be mocking her with her eyes, laughing maliciously.
Furious beyond all reason, Elyssa stormed up the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her, while her mind reeled in shocked disbelief. She ran through the hallways without any sense of direction and purpose, not caring where her feet might carry. It didn't take long for her to be completely and utterly lost in the castle's maze of hallways and corridors.
Elyssa wanted to pummel Jareth with her fists, sure that kicking the shit out of him would at least make her feel better - and if not, well the bastard deserved it. God knows slapping that two-timing Jezebel would certainly improve her mood. Just the thought of that woman's mocking eyes was enough to send a torrent of curses through her lips.
Turning the corner, Elyssa almost ran straight into a dead end. Since there was nowhere left to go but back, she finally stopped to catch her breath. She was winded more from her anger than the actual running itself. Her heart thundered in her chest, beating so loudly in her own ears that she was certain someone might hear it.
I'm getting the hell out of here, she suddenly decided. I don't know how to get home, but I can sure as hell get out of the castle. Maybe if I can find my way into the woods, I can see if Master Gaivus has a spare bed. The thought of the kindly old fawn's cozy cottage was enough to send her to tears. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, she mentally gave herself a shake. You have no one to blame for this but yourself...
Turning back down the hallway, she walked directly into Jareth. "Leaving so soon," he asked, his voice completely nonchalant. He leaned against the corridor wall, arms crossed casually over his chest. Jareth gazed at her in lazy contemplation. Elyssa wanted to smack the twinkle right out of his eye, then grind it into the floor.
Instead, she said acidly, "Actually, I was just on my way out the door." As soon as I find it, that is, she thought, irritated at herself for getting lost so easily. Elyssa tried to walk around Jareth, but her moved to block her way.
"And just where, pray tell, do you think you're going?" His voice remained calm, but Elyssa could sense a dangerous edge to it. Apparently he wasn't as calm and collected as he wanted her to believe. Maybe he doesn't like the face that I know he's a fucking cheater, she seethed. He can't stand having his plans spoiled...
She tried to move past him again, but he easily stepped in her way. Elyssa glared at him angrily. "You just don't know when to quit, do you? Why don't you just poof yourself back down there and find someone else to have snuggly-time with. I'm through!" She shook with wrath, trembling all over from the heat of her anger. Again, she tried to dodge past him, but Jareth wasn't going to let her get away.
Jareth struggled to keep his voice calm, but his temper was stretched to its limits. Damn you Nadia, he cursed. "Elyssa, I don't know what you saw down there, but let me assure you that it wasn't what you think." Was Elyssa so full of pride that she couldn't see reason? Looking down into her haughty eyes, so full of anger and wounded pride, Jareth realized that this was going to be harder than he thought.
Elyssa smirked. "It isn't what I think, hmm?" she said with false sweetness. "And just how do you plan on justifying trotting me safely out of the way, so you can get lip locked with another girl, hmm? I've got to hand it to you, Jareth. Even I would like to hear your explanation for this one."
"You're taking this completely out of context, and I'm sure you'll regret your rudeness once I've been given the chance to explain." His voice was expressionless - his own rage tightly reigned in. "Frankly, my dear, you're becoming quite psychotic about the whole thing."
Elyssa smacked Jareth's face as hard as she could, her hand stinging from the impact. An red angry welt was already beginning to rise on his face - eyes widened in shock and outrage. Her voice hissed. "You haven't even begun to see psychotic yet, you bastard.. I trusted you! Do you get that?! I trusted you." Elyssa's body shook with rage, but she still managed to keep the hot tears from falling in her eyes. "I trusted you," she whispered. "You made me believe..."
Jareth was watching her intently, listening carefully to every word. Her voice trailed off. "What," he coaxed, all his outrage at getting slapped instantly forgotten. "What did I make you believe?" A glimmer of hope sprang to life in his breast.
...that you loved me...
Elyssa caught herself before making the fatal mistake. Instead she screamed, "That you're an asshole!!" She lunged past him, but Jareth was too quick. Grabbing Elyssa as she darted by, he pushed her up against the wall. When she tried to wriggle away, pinioned her there, his strong arms blocking her escape.
His dark voice grated, glaring down at his captive. "I've had just about enough of this." She was panting softly, her breasts pressing against his chest with every breath. A few strands of her fiery hair had escaped her braids, contrasting against her pale skin. Jareth longed to smooth them back, but knew that such a display of affection would most definitely not be accepted at the current moment. He was quickly finding out, however, that it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on staying angry with Elyssa's body pressing against his own. He was going to have to end this. Now.
Still keeping her pinned, Jareth summoned a crystal. "Look inside," he commanded. Elyssa turned her head away. "Look!" Jareth's voice left no room for argument. Elyssa glared at him, trying her best to stab him with the steel in her eyes before reluctantly obeying. Looking into the crystal, she immediately recognized the Raven woman inside. From what she could see, it looked as if the woman was alone in a dimly lit dungeon cell.
Her lips curled in disdain. "So you kiss her then imprison her. Sounds familiar. Anything else to say?"
Jareth ignored her jibe. "This woman's name is Nadia Geishal. Recognize it?" He stared at her intently, watching for her reaction. Elyssa could feel Jareth's hot breath on her neck, smelling faintly of cloves. His scent was intoxicating - as mix of spice and some raw, masculine smell. She suddenly had the urge to bury her face in his neck, breathing him in until her heart's content. Shaking herself mentally, Elyssa clung to her fury.
"Can't say that I have, Jareth. Of course, I didn't realize keeping track of your lady friends was one of my duties."
Jareth continued on, ignoring the sarcasm and keeping a desperate hold of his temper. "What about just Geishal? Did that name appear anywhere on the guest lists?" Elyssa rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders. "Think on it," he insisted. "The Geishals are royalty - there would have been several with that moniker as well as a bevy of servants and assistants. Did the name appear anywhere on your lists?"
"No," she said coldly, "but of course you already know that, or you wouldn't be so damned adamant." Elyssa could feel Jareth's muscular legs pressing against her own through the thin material of her dress. Elyssa struggled to stay focused, but Jareth's close proximity was making it almost impossible. Her lack of self control, only serving to maker her angrier and angrier by the moment.
Jareth sighed, fighting back the urge to literally shake some sense into her. "The name didn't appear on the guest lists because the Geishal clan was not invited. Our kingdoms have been at odds for years, and that damned viper," he gestured with the crystal, "has caused me no end of trouble." Jareth turned his head away, glaring at the crystal before tossing it away.
Elyssa looked into Jareth's eyes, studying his face in secret while it was averted. In his eyes, Elyssa saw the one thing she so desperately needed to see... Honesty. His story made some sense, she figured, but that still didn't explain why Jareth was kissing the girl in the first place. And yet, when she thought about it, it did seem that it was the Raven who was doing all the kissing and not Jareth himself, but from the angle she was at, Elyssa honestly couldn't tell. Gods, how she wanted it to be true. Elyssa wanted to believe Jareth so badly. Her anger was slowly seeping away, being replaced by something else - something much more dangerous. Her heart was becoming vulnerable, and she knew it. But she had to know...
"So," she questioned, "why the kiss?" Her voice barely rose above a whisper, even as she struggled to keep it under control.
Jareth glanced back down, noticing the sudden change in Elyssa's tone. Looking into Elyssa's eyes, realization suddenly crashed in - his heart leaping in his chest. "Nadia," he murmured, "she must have done it knowing you would see, of course. She did to make you jealous." He stopped, for the moment floored by the connotation - it never once occurred to him that Elyssa might actually be jealous of him. "And now here it is... you're actually jealous..."
"I'm not jealous," she said, color rising in her already flushed cheeks. "I'm just really tired of getting jerked around." Well this certainly wasn't going well...
A grin spread across Jareth's lips, his eyes dancing mischievously. "I do believe you're lying," he marveled, enjoying her discomfiture. Jareth lowered his head, mouth moving inches away from the skin of Elyssa's neck. His warm breath teased her skin.
Elyssa was finding it hard to breathe. "I'm not lying," she insisted desperately, trying to sound like she meant it. She wanted to say more, but Jareth shifted, his lips now hovering over her own. He taunted her with his eyes, the unexpected revelation instantly rejuvenating his good mood.
"'The lady doth protest too much', isn't that what your Shakespeare said?" He inclined his head, moving in for the kill. Just before Jareth's lips could touch her own, Elyssa slammed her heel into Jareth's foot. The air whooshed out of his lungs in shock, and he dropped his arms, momentarily relaxing his grasp.
Seizing the opportunity, Elyssa bolted down the hallway running for dear life. But no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't escape the sound of Jareth's mocking laughter, following just behind her shoulder. She took turn after turn through the darkened corridors, hopelessly trying to escape her tormentor, fully knowing she was completely lost.
......You're jealous......
Jareth's voice taunted her. Elyssa whirled around, expecting him to be right behind her, but there was no one there. Her heart hammered in her chest, fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins, leaving her light headed. Satisfied that Jareth hadn't followed, she turned to walk on, immediately colliding into his solid form. "Don't you ever give up," she yelped, taking several steps backward.
Jareth stood, shrouded in shadows, his dark gaze stealing her resolve. Deliberately, Elyssa took a few more steps backward, her eyes never leaving his. He allowed her to back away, standing there like a silent sentinel, his black cape swirling at his ankles. Just when Elyssa thought she could stand the silence no longer, Jareth spoke - his voice demanding her obedience. "I did not dismiss you yet..."
Her heart sunk. Why was he making this so hard...
Jareth took a step forward, the sound of his boot on the stone echoing down the hall. Elyssa began to tremble, but she stood her ground. "I'm tired of playing your games, Jareth. Send me home."
"Why are you so afraid," he questioned, taking another step forward. "You know I'll not harm you, yet you resist me at every turn." He moved closer, closing the gap between them.
Elyssa willed herself to stand firm, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I'm not afraid of you," she said, willing herself to believe it. Jareth stood before her now, their bodies almost touching.
Looking down at her in the dim light, Jareth could see the conflict in her eyes - fear and desire, love and hate. He walked upon a razor's edge... one false word could close her mind to him forever, and that was something he could not bear. It would be so easy now to take her in his arms and make love to her. Jareth knew that Elyssa wouldn't resist for too much longer. Her body cried out for his touch, he could feel it. But, after taking her now in the state she was in, the passion would fade and leave them with nothing.
No, he wanted more than one night's passion - Jareth wanted a Queen. Somehow, Jareth instinctively knew - to bring down Elyssa's defenses for good, he must first bring down his own...
Closing his eyes, Jareth paused before slowly speaking. "I have given you every pleasure that I have known to give. Bathed you in riches, clothed you in jewels, wrapped you in silks." Elyssa began to protest, but he silenced her with one gloved hand. "I didn't do this to impress you or even to seduce you, no matter what you may think of my motives. I gave you these gifts because I wanted to."
Elyssa didn't know what to say. But before she could think of an appropriate response, Jareth spoke again. "And yet, after all of these things I now realize something - something vital. I've forgotten to give you the most important of all things... the gift of choice." She closed her eyes in disbelief. Part of her didn't believe - couldn't believe what she was hearing. But, her heart begged for that part of her to listen - to hope.
Jareth stared at one of his hands, making a fist then releasing it. His silky voice rose scarcely above a whisper. "A wizard's gloves - my one true birthright. I have worn these cursed things since my coronation , now so many years past. Since that day, I have not touched man nor beast," he paused, "...nor woman." He reached out, caressing Elyssa's cheek with his feather-light touch, his voice sending chills down her spine. "From the moment I first glimpsed you, Elyssa - dancing as delicately as the swan you desired to be - I've wanted to touch you, to feel you like I've felt no other."
Elyssa ceased her trembling, her fear completely gone, yet she could not tear her gaze away from his. Her lungs were burned in protest; she realized that she was holding her breath.
Jareth continued, his dark eyes burning. "I tell you true, that tonight I give you back the most prized of my possessions - your will. Whatever you choose tonight, I will obey." Carefully, he removed one of his gloves revealing the slender hand beneath. It hovered above her face, then dropped to Jareth's side. "I will not touch you unless you will it." He dropped into a low, courtly bow. "...a gift for a Queen."
Elyssa tried to speak, but found that she could not. All at once, everything became so clear. She didn't know if Jareth loved, nor if he ever really could. What she did know was that she wanted him - that she needed him. Cursing herself for a fool, Elyssa knew in her heart of hearts that she did indeed love him...
She reached out and took Jareth's hand in her own - for once her's was the only one gloved. Slowly, her eyes never leaving his, she placed his hand on the bare skin of her chest right over her heart. Jareth could feel it pound beneath her soft flesh. "My gift," she whispered, "for a King..."
Effortlessly, Jareth scooped her up into his arms, carrying her as easily as he would a small child. Elyssa wrapped her arms around Jareth's neck, covering it in small kisses. She finally allowed herself the indulgence, freely inhaling his exotic scent. When he set her down moments later, she saw that they no longer stood in the darkened hallway, but in the firelit warmth of Jareth's bedroom. Desire flamed in Elyssa's heart. For the first time, she willingly gave up her control to another - the sudden freedom making her light headed and dizzy.
Jareth removed his other glove, letting it fall carelessly to the floor while Elyssa struggled to pull off her own. His nimble fingers unfastened the cloak at his neck, shrugging it off along with his heavy dress coat, the silk shirt underneath allowing his arms free movement. Jareth longed to take Elyssa to his bed right then and there, ending his almost unbearable torment, burying his passion in her yielding body. But tonight was not for him. Tonight, Jareth would make her beg...
Running his hands over her bare shoulders, Jareth reveled in the feeling of her soft skin. He vaguely wondered what the rest of her must feel like. Covering her mouth in a deep kiss, he decided he would just have to find out. His tongue nudged her lips, which she willingly parted, allowing his tongue to tease and taste her own. Wrapping his arms around her, Jareth smiled when his hand touched the feather wings still attached to her back.
"Turn around," he whispered hoarsely, "let me help you." When she obeyed, Jareth easily unfastened them. Before she could turn back around, Jareth wrapped his arms around her, pulling her gently against himself. She gasped when his lips moved to the tender place behind where her neck and shoulder met. His lips spread slightly, letting his tongue run over her skin, savoring its sweetness. She moaned with pleasure and pressed against him causing a low groan to escape Jareth's throat.
His hands rested on Elyssa's belly while his lips covered and teased her skin. Tentatively, he allowed hi hands to wander, moving to gently caress the swell of her breasts. Elyssa arched her back as he touched her, reaching up and behind to entangle her fingers in Jareth's hair. Her nipples tingled - the silk of her bra suddenly felt to rough to the touch. She longed for Jareth to free them - he would oblige her all too soon.
His hand moved to the tiny buttons at the back of Elyssa's dress, slowly unfastening them one by one. She gasped again as his lips moved up her sensitive neck, teeth gently nibbling on her ear lobes. When the last button came undone, the dress slid effortlessly down leaving her almost completely naked. There was not time for Elyssa to be shy - Jareth's hands caressed her body, moving quickly over her stomach, sides, hips, legs - he aggressively explored every inch of her soft skin. Elyssa began to feel dizzy, his touch threatening to throw her into sensory overload. She fell against him, but Jareth easily supported her.
"I want to see you," he whispered, his voice cracking with strain. "Let me look at you..." The sound of his voice, so close to her ear sent shivers down her back. Elyssa moved a step away, wobbling a little on her unsteady legs, then turned back around.By the Maker, Jareth marveled, she is beautiful... He sighed in awe. The dancing firelight set the jewels about her neck aflame. Her delicate lingerie looked almost insubstantial, barely covering her full breasts. As if on command, Elyssa undid the braids of her hair with trembling fingers. In moments, her thick mass of curls cascaded down her back, covering her shoulders in a cloak of living flame.
Seeing her there... standing before him... Not even in his wildest imagination had she looked so enticing. He was quickly losing control of his desires - the fire building inside of him threatened to engulf them both.
Jareth's eyes blazed their approval, filling her with a sense of raw, feminine power. Elyssa slipped her hands behind her back, unfastening the clasps of her bra. It slid slowly to the floor, revealing her perfectly round breasts. For a moment, they simply stood there, unable to take their eyes from each other.
Elyssa took a step forward and helped Jareth pull of his silk shirt, revealing his well muscled chest. The tight black hose he wore barely hid the growing bulge of his manhood. Jareth's arms encircled her body, pulling her tightly against him - skin against skin, her bare breasts pressed against his chest. Jareth kissed her hungrily, tongues dancing together, exploring the sweetness of each other's mouths. Elyssa moaned - a soft, animal like sound coming from the back of her throat. The sound almost drove Jareth made with desire.
Effortlessly, Jareth swept her up into his arms. "It's time my love, that someone finally took you to bed," he said, doing just that, quickly crossing the room. He laid her carefully down on the bed - covered in the softest of satins and furs. Elyssa sighed in pleasure. The feathered mattress was softer than anything found in her own world.
Jareth sat on the edge of the bed, yanking off his boots. The fire burned low, casting the room into shadow. Still, Elyssa could easily make out Jareth's lithe form as he removed the rest of his clothes. He moved towards the bed with cat like grace, sliding between the cool sheets. His arms immediately sought Elyssa's small warm body, pulling her against his own. Moving slowly as if in a dream, Jareth caressed her skin while his lips took possession of her mouth.
Elyssa began to touch Jareth chest and shoulders tentatively making an exploration of her own. She could feel his muscles rippling under his taut skin, and she realized that she was now completely in his power . The thought of her own sudden helplessness was becoming exciting somehow. Elyssa no longer needed to be in control.
When her hand gently glided over the skin of his lower belly, her inhaled sharply. Startled, Elyssa withdrew her hand. "Please my love," he begged, kissing her lightly, "don't stop." Her touch was so timid, and delicate. Jareth hoped he didn't scare her - but damn if she didn't make him feel like losing control...
She continued her cautious exploration, but it was cut short when Jareth turned his hungry attentions to her breasts. Cupping one of the soft globes in his hand, Jareth teased her nipple with his tongue. Elyssa's entire body exploded with sensation, and she arched her back beneath him. Tingles spread to every corner of her body, stirring the growing warmth between her legs. Jareth took on pink nipple into his mouth, lathering it with his tongue while teasing with his teeth. Elyssa writhed underneath him, the pleasure almost unbearable.
When Jareth turned his ministrations to the other nipple, Elyssa feared she might lose her mind. She dug her fingers into his back, clinging to him with all her strength. Warmth was spreading between her legs, and her body ached with a need unlike any she had ever known. There were no thoughts of doubt or fear - only a deep certainty that Jareth would fill her ache and satisfy her near desperate need.
Releasing her nipple, Jareth covered her belly in feather-light kisses, moving slowly, torturously downward, completely aware of the devastation he was causing to Elyssa's state of mind. When he reached the top of her thigh, Jareth positioned himself over her and draped on of her slender legs over his shoulder exposing her inner thigh. Elyssa gasped as Jareth's mouth and tongue covered her sensitive skin, moving slowly towards the source of her heat. Already, Jareth could see that the delicate fabric of her panties were drenched with wetness.
A smile played at the corners of his lips as he watched Elyssa writhe in pleasure at his touch. She was almost ready, but not quite yet.... He still had to make her beg. Jareth slid the wisps of fabric out of his way, leaving her completely naked. Again, he moved to lay beside her, cradling her head in his arm.
Gently, he slid one finger into the silken folds of her sex, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Squeezing her eyes shut, she clung to Jareth for dear life while his nimble fingers explored her wetness. "Jareth...please..." she murmured, unable to say any more.
He dipped his head down, once more ensnaring her nipple as he continued to wreck havoc on Elyssa's almost shattered mind. He skillfully stroked the delicate nub of skin at the tip of her sex, enjoying how she shivered with pleasure at his touch. "Come for me, my love," he whispered. His shaft ached painfully, but his iron will kept his desire caged - if only barely.
Elyssa panted, fighting for air as her passions built, threatening to explode. Pin pricks of light were forming beneath her closed lids. Her whole body tensed, every muscle clenched to the point of agony - everything in her universe focusing upon Jareth's touch.
A sound like the roaring ocean filled her ears, her body exploding into flames, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her body. "Jareth," she whispered before covering his face in tender kisses and caresses. "Jareth, my love..."
For a moment, Jareth paused, his body tensing, while he listened to her murmur. "Jareth, my love, my life...gods forgive me, I love you....Jareth I love you..."
He pushed back the hair from her face and forehead, gently kissing her closed eyes. "Say it again," he whispered. "Tell me once more..." Jareth moved on top of her, carefully keeping his weight on his arms to keep from crushing her underneath. "Elyssa...Elyssa tell me..." He coaxed her legs apart, positioning himself on top. Jareth tried to enter her as carefully as he could, but no matter how gently he moved, the tender skin of her sex gave way. Her eyes fluttered open with pain as he entered her, but she did not cry out.
Inch by inch, Jareth tenderly took her, their bodies joining as one. The pain was fleeting, already replaced by something else... something much, much deeper. Under Jareth's guiding hand, she encircled his strong back with her legs. She shifted her hips and tightened her thighs, letting him plunge deeper.
Feeling her move underneath him, Jareth almost lost his control, but he held on - prolonging the intensity of their joining for as long as he could. "Tell me..." he whispered before bathing her neck in kisses.
Elyssa tried to speak, but she couldn't form the words. What had begun as a tingling was slowly building into an avalanche, more powerful in it's intensity than before. Her body felt like molten lava, and she instinctively lifted her hips in time with Jareth's rhythmic thrusts - their bodies moving as one.
Just when she thought she could bare it no longer, the dam burst inside of her, sending her higher and higher into oblivion. As she came, the walls of her sex gripped and massaged Jareth's shaft, throwing him over the edge then welcoming his seed. He collapsed on tope of her, cradling Elyssa tightly against his body.
Their passions spent, they held one another like two frightened children in the dark. Just as Elyssa was almost asleep, Jareth whispered. "Tell me..."
"Jareth, I..." Her heart suddenly clenched. She searched his eyes, but could find nothing to fear. "...I love you..."
He tightened his arms, holding her even tighter against him. "I know, Elyssa... I know..."
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They made love three more times that night. Each time their bodies met, they moved a little slower, a little sweeter - their passions driving them higher and higher. Just when Elyssa thought she could take no more, each time Jareth showed her indeed she could.
Finally they collapsed in a tangled heap, too exhausted for words. And yet, even though she was exhausted, Elyssa could not succumb to sleep. She lay for hours, watching the gentle rise and fall of Jareth's chest, running her fingers through his hair as he slumbered.
But as the sky began to hint at morning, Elyssa could lay no more. Gently she pulled away from Jareth's embrace, and crawled out of his bed. The fire had completely burned down, leaving the room ice cold. Shivering, she moved to where her dress lay in a crumpled heap. "This isn't going to work," she mumbled noting the sheer material. As freezing as it was, she needed something warmer. Instead, Elyssa grabbed Jareth's shirt which fell to her knees. Buckling his cloak on her shoulders, she finally felt the first signs of being warm.
From somewhere, a soft breeze made the cloak swirl about her shoulders. Looking about the room, she noticed two of the heavy velvet curtains flapping in the wind. Intending on closing a window, Elyssa moved closer to investigate. When she moved the heavy fabric back, she noticed not a window, but an open door leading to a stone balcony. She stepped outside, wanting the cool breeze to clear her troubled mind.
Elyssa had done the one thing she had sworn she wouldn't do. She had told Jareth that she loved him, bearing not only her body, but her soul. Closing her eyes, she moved to the railing letting the gentle wind move through her hair. Her body still burned from his kisses, made sensitive by his caress.
Elyssa's eyes began to droop, and she knew that she could finally sleep. With a sigh, she decided to return to her lover's bed. She was turning to leave when a hand clamped down over her mouth, the other pinioning her around the waist.
"Hello poppin, did you miss me?" A dark voice hissed in her ear, her assailant's arms cruelly tightening it's grip. She struggled to get away, but the arms might as well be made of iron. Terrified, she tried to scream. "Shh...shh... my dear. We wouldn't want him to hear us out here, now would we?"
Elyssa's eyes shot wide with recognition - she knew that voice. Desperately, she tried to escape but it was useless. The man only chuckled - an evil, death filled sound. "You were his - and now you are mine."
Her eyes clouded over in a violet haze, and she knew no more...
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A/N: I hope you guys liked this - I promise more chappies to come : )
....This Chapter was Dedicated to Tara, - A Beefy Chicken and Lord of the Belly Shirts