A/N: Hey guys! Well it's certainly been ages since I last updated but unfortunately with the whole "school thing" starting up again, reality has consumed more of my time then I'd like, which leaves me little time to write. But please know that I AM writing and that I'll try to update as much as time will allow me to. Also, know that I'm getting your reviews and appreciating each and every one of them. Ya'll are freaking awesome and really, it's those reviews that keep me going.

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WARNING: Although a major turning point in the story, this chapter contains MATURE content and if can't be handled when reading, then skip it and move onto chapter 12. We all have choices, and (I can't believe I'm saying this because I shouldn't have to but) if this chapter is going to be too raw of a read then don't read it and play elsewhere. Still want to stay? Awesome! Then by all means, please do move on.

Mistress Queen

Ch.11-Excuting A Great Destruction

He drew a circle that shut me out- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win; We drew a circle that took him in.

-Edwin Markham

It didn't take long for me to return from the mortal world through Sarah's mirror, and when I did, I realized a greater change in me with the vows I spoke. Powers I never knew I had (or even understood) began to strengthen in me, I could feel it as I marched quickly through the grand halls of Jareth's castle and into his throne room. I didn't know if this was because of my current situation or if my powers were once slower to develop compared to my sisters. Upon thinking about Jareth's words and my journey thus far, perhaps being given to a Goblin King was necessary for my growth? Perhaps he was more use to me then I to him. This was my reasoning; my justification for whatever actions that were to happen in the king's throne room on this night.

For the first part of my plan, I decided it was best to change into the tigress for it gave me a change to wave Jareth's stolen power in front of his face. It offered a bit more enchantment anyways although, with the drive that coarsen through my veins in these moments, I didn't need any more elements on my side. I stopped just outside the throne room upon reaching it and hid for my transformation to take place. Despite the dimly lit candles that illuminated the halls it was still dark enough to use my powers without the goblins making any sense of it. Based by the joyful, drunken, noises that came from the throne room, the creatures would be either too confused or too intoxicated to know what was occurring outside. Quickly I concentrated and finally let myself go as the magic changed my form. I took a deep breath and strode, as a proper feline would, into the goblin dominated room.

There, my lovely king sat, one foot propped on the arm rest of his throne, the other foot gently content on the floor, as his chin rested on one gloved hand, while the other held a cane with a crystal, looking bored of his ill company that was making more of a mess of things then doing any good. I smiled inside and a part of me couldn't help but to pity him of his truth to me in the garden. For the most part no one, save a few, noticed as I prowled across floor to my "victim of the night", not even Jareth himself. It wasn't until I nonchalantly began to purr and rub myself against his boot the (way cats do when they want something), that he noticed me. His eyebrows furrowed in suspicion and then quickly rose as if surprised or caught off guard, almost as though they changed their minds of my presence.

"Well if there isn't a kitty in our mist," he announced to his goblins with a grin, slowly reaching down to pat my head, stroke behind my ears, "Hello there precious, I'm hoping you don't scratch as hard as my other pretty creature that I keep locked away does." We both knew whom he was referring to; me that was no mistake, which was why I couldn't help myself when I committed the rash action that I did next. I spoke.

"Mmm, I bet I scratch harder then she does." I purred. Instantly, Jareth yanked his hand away, and his goblins took notice, which gave me my queue to change back into my regular form. Now, some people (namely Hoggle and perhaps Agrea) would argue that such an action was total suicide, but then again, fate was on my side, tonight, and forever. Since the evening I arrived in the Labyrinth, it always had been.

"Amethyst!" he gasped standing up, "What are you doing here?

"Good evening my lord," I smiled angelically, performing a mock bow, as he made his way to where I stood, "As you can see, I'm afraid your not the only one who has great power."

"Where did you learn that?" he asked circling me.

"Excuse your subjects" I glanced about the room full of the silent goblins, "and I shall demonstrate other magic I have learned."

"Leave us." He commands, continuing to circle me as his eyes try to stare mine down.

When the goblins are gone I waltz over to Jareth's throne and smiling, I take a seat. "This is quite comfortable."

"What is it that you want princess?" Jareth asks irritably, ignoring my comment.

"I simply want what you want master, here," I sigh standing up again, "sit." He eyes me suspiciously until I ask again, "Please?" This politeness in my question finally gets Jareth to relent and after he takes his place on his throne, he motions me towards him. Complying, I sit on his lap and let his hands run up and down my shoulders.

"I missed you," he whispers, "what with was said in the garden,"

"Why? Did you think perhaps I'd leave you?" I giggle.

"No," he smiles, "You couldn't get away from me even if you wanted to. I gave you a chance and you didn't leave me." A huge part of me wants to pull away from him at that statement but instead I remember why I've come to him in the first place, and I refuse to leave this night unfulfilled without it.

"Oh am I that deadly to you?" I smile turning my face towards his, "To be locked away as such?"

"You don't know what you do to me," Jareth's hands run down to my waist, "you've turned my world, I should have you killed for this."

"But that's just it your majesty," I whisper as my tongue teases his lips, "I fear you don't even know if you should kill me…or fuck me."

"You have a skilled tongue," Jareth laughs pulling away, "afraid I can't do both can I?"

"You wouldn't even if you could."

"No," Jareth says a bit thoughtfully, "I brought you here for a reason and you know for what of. I'll kill anyone who lays a hand on you."

"Mmm really?" I bite my lower lip as my hands glide down Jareth's open shirt. My fingers stop their southern journey suddenly when they hit gold that hangs about Jareth's neck. A hand gently cupping my neck, Jareth watches me as I curiously pull the triangular shaped chain that he's always wearing, away from his shirt.

"What is this?" I ask enchanted, running my fingers over the chain.

"A pendent nothing more," Jareth smiles, amused at my curiosity, "given to me the day I came into power."

"What's its meaning?" I ask moving the chain away for better access for my kisses that soon trail down the king's neck.

"Rulership, Boldness, Infinity," Jareth whisper running his fingers through my hair, guiding me where he wants, "power. The mark of a king."

"I want one." I say before my lips move back up to meet his.

"It's a tradition in my land, the gift for all rulers." Jareth nibbles on my lower lip when our kiss breaks.

I pull away slightly and kneel before him brushing my hands along his inner thigh, "That's why I want one." Does he even realize the offer I'm accepting? My fingers carefully work to undo Jareth's pants, and once off, the sight of his manhood only awkwardly causes me to stare, for once, unsure of what happens next, when I bite my lip and look up into the king's face. Jareth looks down at me in amusement and his laughter soon fills the goblin empty throne room.

"Come little one," Jareth chuckles, "let's to bed." Just as quickly as he begins to rise, I push him back down.

"No!" I say suddenly, attempting to regain control, "What I mean is-I, I don't want to go. Come Master, haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to make love on your own throne?" I smile beginning to gently stroke his length, to which gets him to relax. Slowly he'll give in-I can feel it. Instinctively my lips find Jareth's again as my touch continuously grows faster, finding what he likes; and find it is what I do.

"Amethyst…" he breathes when my kisses travels lower.

"Now be careful my king," I tease, "Do not become to eager with me." For I have learned that slow torture is the best torture. "And don't call me little one. I may be youthful but do not mistake me for a juvenile."

"Then don't call me master," he grins devilishly as I start to suck at his inner thigh before going in for the kill, "it makes me feel so old."

"Whatever you say…master…"

I nuzzle at Jareth's thigh as my hands continue their magic, and I watch as Jareth watches me, half in curiosity and half in amusement. In one swift motion, my mouth follows my fingers tasting for the first time Jareth's flavor, exploring what he likes the most.

"Amethyst," he moans gently grabbing my long curls directing me hit the spot he likes the most, "where did you learn that?"

"There are many magic tricks you haven't taught me," I giggle looking up into his mismatched eyes, "I only wished to test out how powerful your shaft truly is. This is simply a result of your arrogance."

"And there are many tricks of magic you have yet to learn that I would be happy to teach you." Jareth softly runs his fingers through my hair, "In that case I shall be arrogant more often. Ah, yes, that's it Amethyst."

The king's eyes half-shut as he grows harder, stiffer, in my mouth. As I look up at the euphoric expression on Jareth's eyes I can't help but feel a warmth from somewhere below, and soon my nipples unwillingly become stiff under the sheer silk I don. My tongue experimentally circles his shaft. Never until that moment had I ever made anyone react this way, and in a guilty way, I couldn't help but like it. Jareth's grip of my hair tightens and as his cries fill the room, his cream runs down my throat and mouth. Regaining whatever power is left; he hungrily bends down and kisses me as my clothes easily rip away.

"All my clothes are ruined by your hands." I smile as he picks me up, quickly straddling my legs around his waist upon his own throne.

"Good. You shall get new ones but I'm sure at the rate your getting to me now, they'll be ripped as well." His hands skillfully cup and knead my breasts and I moan knowing that the damn bastard knows too well what I like. I pull away for a moment not allowing his royal kinghood to enter me just yet. I know what's to come next, but this time all is in my control.

"You told me," I say bucking my hips teasingly against his, "that whatever I wished for was mine."

"It still is." Jareth promises, grabbing my backside roughly, unwilling to prolong things much longer.

"I do hope you are aware sire," I whisper when his finger teases my opening-soaked now from things yet to come, "to not make such promises without knowing that I can fulfill those same promises in return."

"That's why I made them." Jareth licks my lips lapping whatever juices left from my little southern number.

"You want this I can feel it," I moan when Jareth nuzzles my neck, "tell me you want this."

"I want this." He finally obeys when I look down to see that his cock has recovered from my menstruations. "Let's stop talking."

"As you wish your majesty." I smile nibbling his ear a bit before beginning to ride his shaft. Needless to say, as our screams fill the room again, it's not long before we're on the floor. Candles, metal vases, and whatever other junk, crash to the floor we roll about in an erotic dance. As fate would have it, given our luck, as each other's enemies somehow we are each other's guilty pleasure as well. The next chance I get I climb on top of the Goblin king's perfect body ravishing the idea of making love to him. I move slowly at first as Jareth's long finger snake around my hips teaching me where to hit the spots the best. He growls my name in helplessness moments after I throw my head back at the sensations that overwhelm me, and then flips our positions.

"What?" Jareth's voice is husky with unfinished lust when I rise my eyebrows at his unexpected action, "you didn't think I was done with you yet." He pumps into me again; harder, faster, with each breath I take. "That's it," he gasps covering me everywhere with his kisses, "come to me." Soon I am begging just as he was begging for me not long ago.

"J-Jareth!" I scream forgetting the promise I had made my self long ago about moaning his name in the first place. I broke my own rule but I don't care-I don't want to care anymore. I just want to pull him closer as he rams into again and again, over and over… At the mention of his name the king's eyes suddenly look down at mine and for a moment he just holds me there, tenderly-without any lust-crazed force –placing a leveling soft kiss upon my lips. It's the same softness a husband might give his wife the morning after. We continue our shameless dance wearing even the night out…

The next morning when I awoke, it was a whole new world. I found myself back in Jareth's bedchamber wrapped in his arms.

"Morning," he smiled sleepily. Well someone was well awake, just simply holding me in a pair of strong arms.

"Hello." I smiled back, with a yawn, and my hair in a great mess from the previous evening, I sat up and looked dazedly about the room.

"You're wondering how we ended up here." He said running his fingers down my back softly.

"I'm not a some mortal girl easily swayed by whatever magic you have up your sleeve," I grin playfully, "you simply transported us back to your room when I began to fall asleep."

"Not easily swayed by my magic?" Jareth arches an eyebrow, "if I recall correctly, you weren't saying that last night."

"And if I recall correctly my lord, neither were you." I toss aside the warm sheets, but instead of getting up I giggle as Jareth gently pull me back down to him. "What?" I laugh.

"I don't want you to go." Jareth whispers.

"But I must," I giggle placing a kiss on his lips, "hunger calls to me, and I'm afraid royal duty calls to you."

"So?" he begins to nuzzle my neck, "I'll have them bring up anything you want. Just don't go so soon. We shall stay in bed all day."

"Why must you always keep me by your side?" I ask with smile.

"You bring me light, and it gets dark down here."

At this I burst out laughing while Jareth looks rather offended but then smiles just the same. "Typical woman. Here I go about actually giving you the softer side of a goblin king and what do you do? You laugh. What could possibly be so funny?"

"You my dear king," I stifle one more giggle before trying to sound serious, "you act as if this were some honeymoon!"

"I know," he kisses my shoulder, "pathetic isn't it? I just can't get last night out of this arrogant head of mine."

"Oh," I grin turning to him, "is that what it is?"

"Maybe."

"Well I'm sorry master, truly I am, however there's a kingdom that does need governing and you just so happen to be its ruler. Even I can't change that."

"I do recall we spoke about the title of master did we not?"

"And?"

"And last night you didn't used that title when I held you beneath me. You called me by name; it was…"

"Without propriety?" I ask trying to finish his statement.

"I was going to say it was nice. I like the change." He sees that my eyes catch his chain that he somehow failed to remove everything but it, in his heat, "This is what you wanted?"

"I still do." I bite my lower lip and look up at him.

"It's more then just a chain, my Amethyst, there's a title that comes with it." He suddenly removes the chain and places it about my neck, "But I however just so happen to believe that you should wear more jewelry."

My smile at this moment can not get any bigger, "What are you say your majesty?"

"You're a clever girl Amethyst, should know this by now. I settle our agreement by simply saying that any Queen, and may I add ravishing Queen, of mine will only get the finest jewels I have to offer." And just like that the deal is sealed. With those few words, little by little, everything I've worked so hard for begins to become a reality. I squeal and jump into Jareth's arms, pinning him back down to his bed. We both laugh in our kiss, until it overwhelms us so much so, that our kiss has nothing left to do but simply break.

"I think I've changed my mind," I giggle snuggling closer to my king, "let stay in bed all day, let's never leave this room!" It's not yet official but I'm going to be queen now, and my king is quite attractive. Does Jareth know of his demise? Oh well, for the time being, why not enjoy the perks that come with my title?