Mistress Queen

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WARNING: This chapter contains MATURE content and I don't want to be held responsible for corrupting any innocent minds. lol.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Jareth or even those ugly goblins, I own NOTHING! I DO however own Amethyst but that's pretty much it. Anyways, on with the story. Enjoy!

Ch.2- In The King's Bedchamber

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes

-Marquis De Sade

I glanced around at my new surroundings. The room to my surprise was a giant place of elegance, lit only by candles. Red and back silks seemed to be the main color themes that covered the walls, floor and bed. Jazza was right, he really did value softness. There was a bookshelf, perhaps a good sign of his intelligence, a marble tub and a long wooden table of food. So this was the King's bedchamber? Not bad-not bad at all.

My gaze was suddenly drawn to his bed and all the helplessness, all the elements that awaited me hit me right then and there. How could a room so hauntingly lovely feel like a cage? I began to wonder if the King was handsome, after all, I had never seen him yet somehow he had seen me though I had never knew about it. Fairness was hardly a word to be used in a situation such as this but I hoped he was at least decent looking. Oh, god, what if he looked like his goblins that scattered his castle's hallways? It would make sense for he governed such creatures and a ravishing appearance would be the only thing that would excuse his arrogance. I had heard he was handsome with a certain air about him but still. Please let him be decent looking, if only a little…

The next thing that caught my eye was the crystal. Curious, I slowly walked over to the enchanting object and ran my fingers upon its glass. It began to change color, first a red then a purple, until it finally faded into a dark blue. A burred figure or place slowly began to appear and then left as quickly as it came. Addicted to this strange object, I wondered what this thing was.

"How beautiful," I whispered.

"Extraordinary is it not?" a deep voice came behind me causing me to jump, caught off guard. I turned to face the owner of this powerful voice and my eyes beheld the most dangerously attractive man adorned completely in black with only a midnight blue cape that flowed behind him. There, Jareth the goblin king stood in all his glory. His beauty was indeed unique; unique as a piece of art is unique. His wild hair was blonde and his body frame was strong, from the leather gloved hands, to a broad chest lightly exposed with a few buttons loose, covered by a black sort of ruffled cotton shirt, to tight pants that gave noticeable attention to the bulge between his legs that I could not tare my eyes away from. He moved with an incredible flamboyance and eccentricity with an attractive, romantic, yet villainous quality to him.

"I see my fallen angel has arrived." He grinned cynically taking in the curves of my body. Out of nervousness-not desire or want-I bowed and quickly rose realizing what I was doing.

"I did not give you permission to rise." I heard him say. There was mockery in his voice and I could feel it. So this was what it was going to be like during the eternal duration huh? Wonderful, we were off to a great start.

"Are you expecting me to bow again your majesty?" I cocked an eyebrow smartly, "I refuse. Regardless that you have won the war, I am still a princess, and I will not treat you above my status."

"Tsk, tsk," he made that annoying clicking sound with his tongue that still gets me to this day, "and such a mouth for someone of such desirability and said title." I could feel him moving closer, "I shall excuse your fiery tongue princess, who knows? Tonight it might prove to keep things more interesting. I love challenges." It was at that moment that I realized it; we were both too arrogant, too spoiled, which forever would be our hugest conflict that would always end in a cause for heated passion. I didn't know it at the time, but the more we would grow on each other, the more crazy we would became for one another.

God I loved those eyes. They made me feel so self-conscious knowing that they sized me up and undressed me yet I knew looking into them would be the only thing that would willingly get me through this first time, this first night.

"I'm not denying your title, I too crave power." I could feel his warm breath caress my skin in a whisper as he took a strand of my hair between gloved fingers and toyed with one of the silks that were attached to my thong. He gave me a look that would make strong women weak; and weak women faint.

"So I've heard." I turned away from him. I hope he could feel the hate in my voice just as much as I could feel the lust in his.

"But you see," his hands slowly crept up from my navel up to my breasts, "winning and losing mean different things, your world loses, you, as a princess of said world lose your title and join me. My world wins and I gain a pretty little slave." I turned with such speed as my hand flew to meet his handsome face in a smack, but those strong arms caught mine in my struggle. "Careful, I've been told I can be cruel," He laughed, "Things would run more easily for you tonight if you didn't fight me, although I must say nothing is more attractive then a women with claws beneath me. Come now tell me your name. I assume I need no introduction." He released my hands.

"Amethyst." I whispered as hands gripped my hips and then softly up my chest to unclasp the diamond top. I watched as it fell soundlessly to the floor. I looked at the object again; it was the only thing that kept me from crying, "What is that thing?"

"A crystal, nothing more," I could feel his breath on my neck again and then a kiss, "but it can show you your dreams."

I turned to face him as my long hair barely covered my breasts, "Can it?" Well, the king did request a challenge, and I was here to give him his every desire. He had no compunctions, he was my villain, he wanted to seduce and corrupt me totally and it was working. Hunger was in his gaze when I felt gloved fingers cup my breast again and I couldn't deny for a moment, not even to this day, even though I resented him so, that I rather enjoyed his forceful touch and could only hope there was more to come.

"Beautiful." His voice was barely above a whisper as those dangerously beautiful eyes took my pure figure in and instantly, his soft forceful lips captured mine. A warm tongue demanded an entrance that teased and probed mine when I finally allowed it. I kissed him back; unsure of what to do now, my eyes gently shut against my will and I let Jareth take the lead. Hands travel down to my hips and fingers slid under my thong and in between my thighs. As I gasped in his kiss at the sudden, passionate gesture, my eyes fluttered open again and heated warmth began to form between my legs. The king laughed, knowing full well of the manipulation he had over me and his kisses only moved further down to my neck as he guided me to his bed.

Jareth laid me gently down on the soft silk, and as he undressed, his cold, lustful eyes never left mine. It killed me to watch a beautiful creature with such cruelty, own such a muscular body of art. It was like he knew my every thought, it was so frightening.

With strong legs he crawled on top of me and finally removed his gloves, brushing naked finger tips against my lips, "So soft," he breathed with a sly grin, a new strange emotion I now saw from him, "I had to feel for my self." There was nothing between us then, and nowhere for me to hide from those eyes but in my own skin.

"Tell me my Amethyst, are you afraid of me?" Jareth asks kneading my swollen breasts.

"Should I be?" my eyes narrow his perfect ones.

"Only a little." He says with a wolfish grin.

His kisses met my breasts and a hot mouth covers a ripe, hard, erect, nipple. I can feel him mocking me, laughing at me, sucking, nibbling, as my back arches and moans spill from my mouth, but at the moment, I've lost all urge of pride and care. I even whimper in protest after he stops.

"Such lessons you shall learn my young princess," he chuckles, "this is only the beginning." A knee parts my legs and my soaked thong of diamonds are gone in one swipe.

"There is barely any sunlight in the Underground my lord." I say rather randomly, for reasons that I knew not of.

"Learn to live with out it." He pays no mind; there are more interesting things that call his attention; I can tell by the stiff, powerful, almost inhuman erection that does anything but conceals its appearance.

I moan again as a mouth covers my entrance and that same skillful tongue flicks, sucks and works its magic on my clit. He is preparing me; this is a promise of things to come. I may be a virgin but I am not blinded by stupidity. This was a world of new sensations to me, the only path I dared not travel in this wild, strange land and my sighs and groans are at this point uncontrollable.

"Master…" I moan helplessly, my hands running through his wild blonde hair. It was what he wanted to hear.

"You are too sweet," he mocks, "How does that feel?"

"Like heaven…" I sigh as fingernails dig into my swelling hips. I'm getting so close to a climax and knowing this, Jareth's cock by this time is a powerful engorgement. It amazes me how two souls could have such a strong effect on each other. At that point I didn't love him-desired him-but not love, which was why I refused to scream his name as he made love to me. Make me helpless and submit to your pleasures your majesty, but that is only what I shall call you by, your title-for now. After all, a title may have great power but it is the man with the title that I call out in the late night hours, that man with the title that drives into me with wild sex; not the man behind the title. Yes Jareth, I too can be cruel.

Jareth moves up to my face again. He kisses and bites my lips passionately as I taste myself on his skilled mouth.

Jareth lowered himself on top of me and with a burning gaze looked down into my eyes and my flesh before he stole my virginity. With a hard thrust, I screamed in pain, in tears, as he held me close. It is a pain that can only be felt and inflected by desire maybe love, but desire and lust amongst everything-at least this night. It is love's wound. His thrusts move so gently, so softly at first.

"Why are you being this way?" I cried asking of his gentleness, for this was nothing I was expecting of him.

"Hush," he quieted my cries with kisses, "you knew what your duty was. It shall be this way forever."

The pain hurt only for a few moments and then it was gone as quickly as it came and the wet heat became enjoyable. He moved my hips to the rhythm of his paces and together feeling him inside of me, we were one. Jareth's moans joined mine in a chorus of dazed, sweat drenched, echoed passion. His thrusts became deeper, faster more demanding until I lost control and finally couldn't keep up with him. My back arched and my head was thrown back into the silk pillows as I screamed with an orgasm flooding me taking over my body in shutters. So this was only a few powers the mighty Goblin King had over me huh? Never in my life had I ever wanted any enemy so close to me then in those long moments.

Seconds later, Jareth roared a masculine groan as his hot honey-like stickiness poured into me. Exhausted, he clasped onto my soft frame. He finally laid beside me and pulled close with strong arms surrounding my tired body, still deep inside of me.

"Oh god." I gasped.

Exhausted, we were both now breathing heavily. As I watched the candles fight to keep the dark room lit, he rubbed my arms softly as he held me, every now and then he played and ran his fingers through my hair almost-dare I say it-lovingly.

"It has been such a long time since I've had beautiful cream lay next to me in my bed," he whispered after a long moment, "So?" he asked still breathless. He wanted me to admit the effect he had on me, commanded it even. And I'd give it to him.

"You are more then pleasure."

"Do you love me?"

I, of course, did not answer and he knew that my stubbornness would not permit me, which caused him to laugh.

"Good," he chuckled, "I think I may love you too, of course I will have to do this many more times, my princess, before I make my choice."

"So will I my master," I whispered before I finally drifted off into sweat-drenched sleep, "So will I."

COPYRIGHT 2006

BY: MaybeBaby17

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