Thank you for the warning on the spelling of Jareth. I can't spell to save
my life and names are even worse. I may not be able to update as much as I
have been, my time of sitting around all day in my jammies writing and
reading fan fic is over. Parents and vacations. You understand. But never
fear I have not forgotten my devoted fans.
Hope you enjoy.
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Lelly
Chapter Six
Sarah's stomach rebelled, but she forced the piece of tender meat between her lips. Her eyes widened in shock. She had often heard the old saying 'tastes like chicken,' but she would never have guessed goblin tasted like chicken.
She swallowed the meat and reached for another piece. Jareth laughed and sat back, enjoying the sight of her digging into her food like a hungry animal.
"Slow down, the food is not going to run away." He scoffed.
Sarah licked her lips and politely swallowed all her food before she replied.
"I can never tell in this place." She glared at him, and continued to eat. After she had downed quit a bit of the food, Sarah sat backing her chair and rubbed her painfully full belly. Jareth, she noticed, had not touched his food.
"Come here Sarah.' Jareth commanded. She wanted to protest, but remembered the power he held over her. Silently she rose from her chair to stand in front of him. Unexpectedly, Jareth pulled her into his lap. "I want you to feed me." Her eyes grew wide and her mouth formed a perfect O.
"I will n..."
"Yes you will, because I have Hoggle." He cut her off. With a heavy sigh, she picked up a piece of meat and held it up for him. He parted his perfectly formed lips, using his tongue to lift the food, and then he caressed her tiny digit. Sarah cursed mentally that there were no forks, and picked up a piece of sugary fruit she could not identify but had eaten quite a bit of. This time when she held it for him to eat, his gloved hand captured her wrist, enabling her to pull away. He ate the fruit, then began licking the juice from her fingers.
Sarah bit back a gasp as his teeth scrapped along the sensitive pad of her finger. The pleasurable sensation of his mouth sent waves of warmth spreading through her belly. She tried to command her body to behave itself, but Jareth began kissing her delicate wrist.
He looked up at her and asked, "Do you know how long it's been, since I've had a human mistress? I've grown tired of these silly nymphs who submit willingly to me in bed. I want someone with fire, and an appetite to match my own. You Sarah, have that fire."
"I will not be your mistress. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going back to my room." She squirmed out of his lap and started for the dinning room doors.
"My prison guards shall be delighted to hear that. However, Hoggle may not be. You will give me your real answer tomorrow night, and then I will give the guards either the command to behave, or to freely deal out punishment to your friend. Good night Sarah."
When Sarah was back in her room, she fell heavily onto her bed. Tears rolled down her cheeks because she knew what she would tell Jareth in the morning. As had as she tried, sleep would not come. Her mind was full of images of Hoggle being tortured.
She lay in bed hours later, hugging a pillow to her chest, and watched the sun rise through small window in her room. It's warm light dried the last trace of tears from her cheek.
Okay guys, this is where I stop today; I have no idea, what is going on of what should happen. I really need some advise. So if you have any ideas for this story, PLEASE let me know, It'll make my job a bit easier.
Chapter Six
Sarah's stomach rebelled, but she forced the piece of tender meat between her lips. Her eyes widened in shock. She had often heard the old saying 'tastes like chicken,' but she would never have guessed goblin tasted like chicken.
She swallowed the meat and reached for another piece. Jareth laughed and sat back, enjoying the sight of her digging into her food like a hungry animal.
"Slow down, the food is not going to run away." He scoffed.
Sarah licked her lips and politely swallowed all her food before she replied.
"I can never tell in this place." She glared at him, and continued to eat. After she had downed quit a bit of the food, Sarah sat backing her chair and rubbed her painfully full belly. Jareth, she noticed, had not touched his food.
"Come here Sarah.' Jareth commanded. She wanted to protest, but remembered the power he held over her. Silently she rose from her chair to stand in front of him. Unexpectedly, Jareth pulled her into his lap. "I want you to feed me." Her eyes grew wide and her mouth formed a perfect O.
"I will n..."
"Yes you will, because I have Hoggle." He cut her off. With a heavy sigh, she picked up a piece of meat and held it up for him. He parted his perfectly formed lips, using his tongue to lift the food, and then he caressed her tiny digit. Sarah cursed mentally that there were no forks, and picked up a piece of sugary fruit she could not identify but had eaten quite a bit of. This time when she held it for him to eat, his gloved hand captured her wrist, enabling her to pull away. He ate the fruit, then began licking the juice from her fingers.
Sarah bit back a gasp as his teeth scrapped along the sensitive pad of her finger. The pleasurable sensation of his mouth sent waves of warmth spreading through her belly. She tried to command her body to behave itself, but Jareth began kissing her delicate wrist.
He looked up at her and asked, "Do you know how long it's been, since I've had a human mistress? I've grown tired of these silly nymphs who submit willingly to me in bed. I want someone with fire, and an appetite to match my own. You Sarah, have that fire."
"I will not be your mistress. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going back to my room." She squirmed out of his lap and started for the dinning room doors.
"My prison guards shall be delighted to hear that. However, Hoggle may not be. You will give me your real answer tomorrow night, and then I will give the guards either the command to behave, or to freely deal out punishment to your friend. Good night Sarah."
When Sarah was back in her room, she fell heavily onto her bed. Tears rolled down her cheeks because she knew what she would tell Jareth in the morning. As had as she tried, sleep would not come. Her mind was full of images of Hoggle being tortured.
She lay in bed hours later, hugging a pillow to her chest, and watched the sun rise through small window in her room. It's warm light dried the last trace of tears from her cheek.
Okay guys, this is where I stop today; I have no idea, what is going on of what should happen. I really need some advise. So if you have any ideas for this story, PLEASE let me know, It'll make my job a bit easier.