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Something juicier than I usually write. It really fit into the dream concept of the story. I wanted it to be more about Sarah, about her dealing with new feelings and sensations. I wanted it to center around her choices and consent, her character progression, and her development and growth as a young adult. But of course, that all involves Jareth, so naturally she would call him to be with her…

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Sarah opened her eyes to find her room bathed in warm, golden light.

"Must be dawn," she mumbled. She lay on her back in starfish position. The soft bedding cradled her body like a lover.

Sarah looked around.

"Something's off…" she thought. She tried to turn left, she tried to turn right; she couldn't get up. It was as if her back had been plastered to the bed. When she looked down, the blankets on top of her had disappeared. Somehow, despite her delicate sleepwear, she wasn't chilled at all. In fact, she felt warm. She felt hot. Her pajama was delicate, yet it brought no respite from the heat. The poofy, linen-and-lace pantaloon shorts felt like heavy wool, and her linen top with a lace Peter Pan collar was stifling.

Sarah quickly realized this was a dream. The warm light was nothing like the cool, pale light of dawn. Was this a nightmare? Was the Labyrinth trying to tell her something? She felt…strange. As if her very core was buzzing. There was a tickling sensation. A tingling that told her she needed something—but what?

"My, this is interesting," came a voice.

Sarah looked up to see Jareth standing at the foot of the bed. Even in the dim glow of the dreamworld, Sarah could see the amusement splashed across his face.

"What are you doing here?" Sarah asked, annoyance coloring her voice. She tried to pry herself from the bed once more.

Jareth held up his hands in innocence.

"I'm just as confused as you are. You called me here."

The buzz within Sarah had intensified. There was an itch she couldn't scratch; but where? She managed to scoot backwards and semi-prop herself up on some pillows.

"No, I didn't. I didn't call you. I—"

Sarah grunted like she had been punched in the stomach—only, it wasn't her stomach that had been "hit." The tingling had manifested itself physically.

Between her legs.

"What's happening to me?!" cried Sarah in confusion. She looked down; she was still fully clothed, and Jareth was still standing at the foot of the bed.

"My love, are you…having a wet dream?" Jareth asked slyly.

The sensation hit Sarah again. She let out an involuntary moan.

Jareth's mouth watered.

"What?! No! No way. I just—" she moaned again. There was a tiny spot between her legs that was buzzing incessantly. She couldn't tell if it felt good or if it hurt. Was he doing this to her? No, how could he be when he wasn't touching her? Sarah knew how 'it' all worked—she had taken health class and sex ed like every other high schooler—but she always thought these sensations would come from inside of her, not the spot that tingled now.

"Shall I join in?" Jareth asked slyly, extending a hand towards her.

"No!" cried Sarah, fear twinging the edge of her voice. A flash of concern crossed Jareth's eyes.

"I can go if you like," he said softly.

"Also no. Not yet. I…" the feeling was getting uncomfortable now. Sarah tried to fight it. "I don't know what's happening to me."

Jareth's shoulders relaxed; he knew exactly what was happening to her. He smiled sympathetically.

"It's completely normal, love. It's just your body's natural urges. It comes with age. Don't try to fight it."

"But I don't want it right now," Sarah said. She was confused. This strange tickling feeling felt similar to what her nipples felt when Jareth licked or caressed them, but it was ten times more intense and growing stronger.

"If you want, dear, I can try and wake you."

"I…I'm not sure." Sarah had no clue what to do.

"Since you have permitted me to stay, I hope you don't mind if I…if I watch. I rather enjoy watching your pleasure," he purred.

Sarah squirmed, trying to stop the feeling, but she noticed now it did feel sort of nice…

Physically, at least.

"My love, I mean it: don't fight it. It's completely natural. You're safe here, I'm not touching you. You are clothed. Just let your body go."

Sarah eyed the king warily.

"Completely natural," he assured her once more. The king's face was sympathetic and kind. There was no glint in his eye, no smirk, no sign of the man he used to be.

Sarah inhaled and exhaled a long sigh. She didn't know what was happening, but she trusted Jareth.

"You can stay. These…intimate sensations are something we should share. I don't want to experience these types of feelings without you."

"I'm right here, my love."

Sarah inhaled and exhaled again; she relaxed, giving into the feeling that buzzed between her legs. Once she no longer resisted, she quickly realized that these sensations were pure pleasure. She had never experienced them before, but somehow her body knew what it wanted.

The intensity spiked. Sarah writhed, letting out a low moan. More than a tickle, less than a scratch; this felt amazing, this felt good. It was building. The pitch of her moaning increased along with the feeling. Sarah felt like she was floating, Sarah felt like she was flying. Her moans turned into little cries. She dug her fingers into the sheet beneath her. The feeling built and built and built. Sarah couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't stand the sensation boiling hotter and hotter within her; wherever her body was going, she needed to arrive. What was going to happen? Sweat glistened on her forehead. Her soprano cries were music to Jareth's ears. Her back arched. Was this it? What was coming? She felt weightless. She felt as if she would drift higher, higher, higher…

The sensation exploded.

Sarah let out a long, high-pitched scream as the orgasm ripped through her. She felt as if she were coming undone. She felt as if her soul floated outside of her body; all she could feel was this explosion of pleasure that brought stars to her eyes. Her whole body rejoiced as the orgasm peaked.

Then she was falling. Falling, falling, falling down. Her body surrendered to the relief. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. Her body was already heavy on the bed, but she felt like she was sinking, sinking, sinking…

Her chest heaved. She panted.

She looked down towards Jareth, who still stood watch at the edge of the bed. His face was lit up, his eyes bright with wonder. He was mesmerized by the sexual splendor he had just experienced—and he hadn't even participated. The fire that burned within quenched itself. He looked down; he wasn't wet, yet his body felt the same relief that now caused his lady love to pant and shudder.

"Jareth…" was all Sarah could manage to say. The sinking feeling was dragging her down once more into undisturbed sleep. Her eyelids grew heavy. The light around her was dimming.

"Goodnight, my love," cooed Jareth, disappearing into the darkness that engulfed them both.