Chapter 34: Happily Ever After?

She was getting married! She, Aranel, was getting married literally to the man of her dreams! And she was quickly getting nervous! She paced in the room where she had prepared for the ceremony. Lorien had attempted to comfort her daughter until she decided there was nothing she could say. She sat back and remained a somewhat comforting presence. Finally Ione entered signaling that it was nearly time. Apollo was acting as one of the groomsmen with Damien and Joe. Elaine, Ione and Isis would attend Sarah. Before she knew it, Sarah was walking down a long aisle toward a waiting Goblin King. Jareth was a vision of powerful masculine beauty in his black attire. Everything from his leggings and boots to his shirt, cape, and gloves were black. His golden hair was streaked with glitter causing it to stand out against the black clothing. His mismatched blue eyes never left her the moment she entered the hall. Every Seelie race was well represented in the audience. The ceremony would take well over an hour, but Jareth and Sarah barely noticed. To them the time seemed to fly by as the day continued in a perfect dream. It seemed like mere moments had passed before they sat at the head table at the reception and evening approached. She and Jareth rose from their places to dance the first dance of their married lives together. Ione watched with happy tears in her eyes. They were such a perfect couple! Sarah was surprised when after the traditional wedding dances had been finished no one moved to the dance floor. Jareth directed her attention back to the floor when the three centaurs stood and moved to the center. A haunting melody began playing and Sarah watched in amazement as she watched how the centaurs danced. Despite the fact that their bodies were over a thousand pounds of bulk, the three were graceful and supple. But the day quickly escaped and soon the crowd had dispersed leaving only those that lived within the Labyrinth. Sarah was talking to Ione when the knight noticed Jareth waiting with eyes only for his wife.

"I think it is time for you to go, Highness." Sarah looked around and Ione instantly sensed trepidation from the younger woman. "All will be fine, Highness. Have fun." She nudged the new queen toward her husband. Jareth smiled accepting Sarah's hand and nodding to Ione.

AN: What follows is rated R for sexual content. If you don't like details or are under 17 stop reading now! You have been forewarned...

Sarah gasped when she glimpsed Jareth's room. It was still decorated in black and gothic design, but it was not imposingly dark. Candles seemed to claim every nook and cranny of the room providing romantic lighting. Sarah looked around and Jareth allowed her to explore. When she returned to his side, she reached up to place one hand against his cheek as she kissed him gently. His hands soon found a perfect place one behind her neck and the other wrapped around her waist. Kissing her could never have been sweeter. She had initiated it, and it made a world of difference. Sarah allowed him to take more and more liberties in their kisses as a familiar yet strange passion began to grow within him. When her lips parted against his kisses, Jareth eagerly seized the opportunity she allowed him until their tongues were entwined in a sweet dance. Perhaps it was her willingness that got to him, but Jareth was nervous. This was so strange and yet it was also familiar to him that it was confusing his senses. He broke away from her embrace the battle within plainly written on his face.

"What's wrong, Jareth?" Sarah whispered. She was slightly worried. Had she done something wrong?

"I fear harming you, Aranel," Jareth breathed uneasily. "I may not remember all that my brother did through me, but my body does. I keep worrying that what my flesh desires is not allowed."

Sarah stepped closer putting her arms around his neck. "Jareth, the good guys are allowed to play to. The only thing our Lord asks of us is that we only play with each other." She kissed him lightly before continuing. "Let me help you to see past sex merely for pleasure, Jareth. It was meant to unify a husband and wife in a sacred bond. Just as the Trinity is one, they gave us this gift so that we might taste a piece of Heaven on Earth." She slowly traced the contours of his face watching his eyes close as the feeling washed through him.

"Then I shall let you be in control this night, Aranel."

Sarah smiled. This certainly had to be the first time Jareth had ever let another control him willingly, and she did not take the offer lightly. Slowly she kissed him again as she removed his cape. She could feel fit muscle beneath her hands as they came to rest on his shoulders. Jareth removed her veil carefully and freed her long dark tresses. He had always loved them framing her face. Sarah slid her hands to his waist where they crept beneath his shirt. Beginning to run them up his body once more, she removed the shirt and kissed him with growing passion on his neck. Of their own volition, his fingers began to work on the laces of her gown as her attention to him grew hot with passion. As she kissed his neck, he did the same to her. She lowered her arms momentarily allowing the top of the dress to fall from her shoulders. It had always seemed amazing to her that birthing twins had not marred her skin and form. Now she knew that her Faye blood had healed the marks of motherhood. Jareth reached for her his hands exploring the exposed skin of her body. Her body felt electrified and alive through his touch. Her own hands were tracing the muscles of his hard body. She realized with awe that there was no reason for him to run from a physical fight though he would prefer to use his magic. Her hands came to rest on his hips, and he trembled beneath her touch. Only once had he ever been touched there, and his body faintly remembered the pleasurable experience.

"I am impatient to really see you, my love," Sarah whispered against him.

Her hands slid to his waist and beneath his breeches. She slid the down his legs never breaking contact with his skin. His shoes and pants soon joined his shirt on the floor. She continued running her hands along his legs, and he groaned when she came dangerously close to touching his essence. His manhood swelled and hardened as she continued her teasing. Sarah stood though her hands continued to play along his hips and thighs. Before she even realized what he was doing, her dress was also pooled at her feet. She gasped when one of his hands dropped to the intimate circle of her body. Pushing gently Sarah backed Jareth against his bed, and he was surprised to find himself pushed down on it. With a playful smirk, Sarah straddled his prone form bracing her hands on either side of his head. Leaning down she kissed him for all she was worth, and her breasts pressed against his chest. Sensations raced through her as she felt his hips begin to grind against hers beginning the most ancient rhythm of life. His essence brushed against her, but he made no move to penetrate her. She was in control though he longed to take her as his own. Her hips began to dance with his, and she leaned down to place hot kisses on his chest. She prayed Ione was right, and slowly she placed her hand in his bare palm just as she placed herself in position for him to push his length within her. Both of them inhaled sharply as their feelings combined. She felt his powerful desire surge, and he experienced the overpowering depth of her love. Sarah's form shuddered. It had been a long time since her one and only experience of this type, and her body was not quite prepared for such use. Connected as they were, Jareth felt her pain intensely.

"I never realized it could hurt you so bad," Jareth whispered when his breath caught from his own thrust.

"It will work itself out, Jareth," she assured him.

He waited until she made the first move after the initial shock had passed then he kept his motion slow and steady. Soon her pain was replaced with pleasure and exhilaration. She rocked harder against him encouraging a little bit of rough play. He grinned as he facilitated her need for power. She moaned with each powerful thrust and felt him gradually increase his speed. Her sheath tightened around his pulsing length, and she gasped as she felt the friction of his thrust increased. At last Jareth made one final and powerful thrust, which stole her breath away only to be replaced by a sharp intake when she felt her passion and his burst together as one. His legacy emptied within her as their bodies relaxed from the frenzy of passion. Slowly he continued the rocking motion riding out the waves of their combined release. Sarah leaned down until her hair framed her face and brushed against his cheek. Her lips brushed against his in a tender kiss.

"You are awesome, my heart," she whispered.

"As are you, my love," he breathed before kissing her back. "I'm not sure how you could ever forgive my past, but I am thankful that you did!"

"Jesus forgave you from the cross... could I do anything less?"

His fingers traced the lines of her face. "But I hurt you..."

"Nay, Jareth, it wasn't you. I place no blame at your feet, and you shouldn't either. I love you, Jareth, and I have since I first found your story."

"I loved you then too, but now I know what it truly means to love. I never imagined it could be like this."

"I know what you mean." Smiling she surprised him by rolling them over so that he rested on top of her. "But I think I shall request an encore performance with you in control this time." Her free hand slid between them until it caressed his sated member, which reacted just as she had planned. He hardened and swelled against her as a jolt of passion ran through them both once again.

"You are a playful minx!" he accused lightly.

"I told you, Jareth. Being Christian doesn't mean we can't have fun..."

With renewed vigor the couple reaffirmed their love, and Sarah knew that she had at last found her soul mate. Together they were stronger than they had ever been apart. Perhaps she really had found her happily ever after...

Finis

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