Content Warning: Light bondage
Jareth woke as sunlight crept in through Sarah's window and spilled into her bedroom. Looking down at her face, he took in her furrowed brow and the downward turn of her lips. He gently untangled her limbs from his own and slipped out of bed, walking to the window to close the curtains. He heard Sarah groan and turned around to face her.
"Water," she croaked in a raspy voice, "I need water, please." She threw an arm over her eyes.
Jareth produced a glass of water and walked over to her. He set the water down on her nightstand and helped her sit up. He handed her the glass, watching as she greedily finished it in one go. "More," she gasped, eyes still screwed tightly shut against the small amount of light that remained in the room. Jareth wordlessly refilled the glass.
After she finished, she sank back down into her pillow, throwing her arm back over her eyes. "I can't believe I didn't drink more water last night, I'm a complete idiot."
"You are not an idiot," Jareth corrected, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, "you were distracted."
Sarah sighed. "True." She peeked at Jareth from under her arm. "You don't have to stay, you know. I can promise you that I will be absolutely no fun at all today."
Jareth looked at her appraisingly. "Do you want me to go?"
She paused. "No."
"Then I will stay," he said, decidedly, before asking, "How are you feeling, Precious?"
"Mentally? Physically? Or, Emotionally?" Sarah parroted her question from last night.
He smiled at her warmly. "All three."
"Mentally, I have a lot to process. I need to figure out how to handle the situation with Brandon. I need to tell my other friends, Margot and Audrey, what happened, but I don't know how to account for the fact that Brandon wound up in a heap on the ground in the alley. I mean, do I say that I pushed him? I doubt anyone would believe that I was strong enough to force him off of me, let alone fling him across the alley hard enough to knock him out."
Jareth listened intently. "Could you insinuate that you pushed him away, then he tripped?"
Sarah considered this. "I suppose so. And then what, I just left him there, unconscious?"
"Yes," Jareth said. "You owed him nothing."
She mulled his words over. "You're right. He deserved to be left there."
He nodded, then asked in a soft voice, "Do you feel the need to confront him?"
Sarah took a moment to think through her answer. "No. Nothing good can come from it. He feels entitled to me because he's a—" Sarah paused to make air quotes, "'nice guy.' In my experience, those are the worst kind. Nothing I can say will make him understand how in the wrong he was."
"I am relieved to hear that you feel that way," Jareth said, "it is also not your responsibility to explain yourself or your position to him," he added, sagely.
"You're right," she admitted again, "thank you for saying that."
He inclined his head. "And how are you, physically?"
"Oh, god," she started, "terrible. Although, I'm surprised it's not worse considering I barely drank any water last night. My head feels like a herd of elephants is running around in there, my eyes are super light sensitive, my jaw aches like nothing else from clenching it all night. I'm glad I at least took a bath before bed last night, or I would feel even worse." She shot him a small smile. "Thank you for helping me clean up and get to bed properly."
"You're most welcome, Precious." He smiled back at her. "I did not mind seeing you strip before me, after all. I also did not mind when you made a show of washing your body."
"Oh, god," she said again, "I was… a lot, last night, wasn't I?"
"Well," he offered, "you certainly knew what you wanted. I admit, my own limits were tested."
"I'm sorry," she groaned, "and thank you."
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Jareth stated, firmly.
"Don't I, though? I think it's appropriate to apologize for yesterday as a whole." She stopped for a moment, then began ticking off reasons on her fingers. "I freaked out and ended things cruelly, I got high and mind-spoke with you, then promptly ignored you because it wasn't convenient for me at the time. Then, when I did need you, I called. When you took me home, I was all over you despite having broken things off that same morning. I was an absolute mess, and I'm sorry."
"I forgive you," he assured her, reaching out to cover her hand in his.
"You have every right to lecture me now."
"I will do no such thing. Your choices are your own."
Sarah let out a frustrated growl. "And look where my choices got me."
"Sarah, I will not participate in this. If you think I am going to shame you for the choices you make with your own body, or even worse, victim blame you for what happened last night, you are incorrect."
Sarah huffed. "Fine." Then, in a smaller voice, "Thanks."
Jareth shot her a small smile. A silence hung between them before he asked, "How much of last night do you remember? Of our conversations."
Sarah really looked at him for the first time that morning, dropping the arm that had been covering her eyes. She sighed. "Unfortunately, I remember everything, Goblin King."
He tilted his head. "Why 'unfortunately'?"
Sarah shrugged. "Uh, yeah, I'm pretty sure I spilled my guts about a few things I ordinarily would have kept to myself."
The corners of his lips twitched, but he quickly neutralized his expression. "Would it help to talk about it? I admit, you did share a few things that surprised me."
She groaned again, sinking further into her pillow. "Um… sure. I guess."
"Very well," he began, "would it be all right if I ask you some questions?"
"Okay," she allowed.
His eyes danced with something unreadable. "Do you remember telling me about your sexual fantasies?"
"Yes, Jareth, I remember all too well." Sarah rolled her eyes.
"How do you imagine you would feel were I to hold your hands above your head while pleasuring you?"
Sarah shivered unconsciously. "First of all, I want to make it clear that this is a very you-specific fantasy. I trust you."
He nodded in understanding and motioned for her to continue.
"I don't know how to explain it. I don't quite understand how giving my power away would make me feel powerful, but that's the best I can do as far as an explanation."
He nodded again. "And what about a reversal? Would it turn you on to have me restrained?"
Sarah considered this for the first time. "If you wanted to be, yes. I think it would. I would like to have that kind of control over your pleasure."
Jareth grinned wickedly. "I'm pleased to hear it. Perhaps that is a good place to start, if this sort of play is something you truly want to explore. Of course, I am perfectly happy without it, Sarah. I do realize sex is still very new to you. However, if you have fantasies, I am at your disposal." He gave her a small bow from his seated position at the end of the bed.
Sarah's eyes grew wide. "You'd let me tie you up?"
"You, and only you, my love," he laughed, then added, seriously, "though, we should agree upon a safe word."
"What's that?" Sarah asked.
"A safe word is a mutually agreed upon word or phrase that either partner can use at any time to stop play."
Sarah chewed her lip as she thought this over, then smirked. "How about 'peach'?"
Jareth tipped his head back and laughed. "Perfect, Precious."
She laughed with him. "Seemed appropriate."
When his laughter died down, he pinned her with a look. "You haven't told me how you are feeling, emotionally."
Sarah blinked back at him. "Jareth, I still stand by what I said last night. Yesterday morning… I was wrong. I was cruel. I love you. I'll always love you, even if I ran and hid from this. I realize that I can do this, if you still want to try."
"Of course I do, Sarah. I never gave up hope."
"I was just scared. I'm still scared, but I can handle it."
He beamed at her.
"How are you, Jareth?" A small frown crossed her features. "I don't ask you that enough."
"Emotionally? Mentally? Or physically?" He echoed, still beaming.
"All three."
"Emotionally, I am happy to be here with you, and happy that you are not running away from us. Mentally, I am well. Perhaps a bit tired from last night, but well. Physically, I am… well, I admit to being a little worked up over our recent conversations. But I, as you say, 'can handle it.'" He winked at her.
"I'm not under the influence anymore, you know…" she hinted.
He eyed her skeptically. "You are not well."
"You're right, I'm really not," she laughed, "but a little comfort couldn't hurt. This just may not be the best time to make me say 'peach,' is all."
Jareth chuckled. "Oh, precious. What have I turned you into?"
She grinned at him, despite the throbbing in her head. "Your sex-crazed Champion, apparently. I'll be right back." She climbed out of bed and walked to her bathroom. When she returned with an empty bladder and a minty mouth, she found the Goblin King sitting in her bed, back against the headboard. He opened his arms wide and motioned for her to sit between his legs, her back to his chest.
She crawled between his legs, but not before leaning in and giving him a soft kiss to his lips. Settling between his legs, Sarah sighed contentedly. Despite how awful she felt physically, it was lovely to be in his arms and take comfort from him.
"May I touch you?" Jareth's voice rumbled low in her ear.
"Yes," she purred, nuzzling back into him.
Jareth tangled his fingers in her hair and tilted her head, exposing the skin of her neck. While massaging her scalp with his fingers, he trailed warm kisses along her throat. He licked and softly sucked at her pulse before giving her an experimental nip. Sarah moaned, squirming between his legs. Jareth felt his cock twitch as she moved against him. He moved up to her earlobe, sucking and biting.
Sarah's flesh felt hot pressed against lips. He paused in his ministrations to lay a palm over her forehead. "Sarah," he said, concerned, "you really are not well. You are quite warm."
"That's normal," she replied, "it's a side effect from the ecstasy."
"Would you like me to heal you?"
Sarah paused to think about this. "Can I heal myself?"
It was Jareth's turn to pause and think. "I am not sure, Precious. Would you like to try? It may be better to try healing when you are not weakened."
"I want to try," she answered, steadily.
Jareth wrapped his arms around her and encouraged her to lean back against him fully. "Close your eyes, Little Mage. Focus on your breathing. In, out. In, out. Just like that. Now, imagine your insides as a black void. Do you see any color?"
Sarah's face screwed up in concentration.
Jareth moved a hand to gently pass over her face, smoothing her expression. "Relax, Sarah."
She took a deep breath and relaxed her features, searching within herself for any hint of color. And then, there it was, a tangled ball of what looked like green luminous thread. A small smile of recognition touched her lips as if she was seeing an old friend.
Jareth, seeing her expression, smiled against her hair. "You see it, don't you? That is your magic, Sarah. What does it look like?"
"It's beautiful, Jareth. It's… green, only it glows. It's super jumbled up, though, like Christmas lights."
"With practice, you will learn to put your magic away in a manner that allows for easier use in the future. For now, though, you will need to untangle it in order to use it. Can you find the loose end?"
Sarah frowned. "How can I find it? I don't have hands inside of myself to tug—"
"You don't need hands. Use your imagination."
Sarah smoothed over her face again and dove back inside of herself. Finding the green ball of magical thread, she looked for the loose end. Finally, she found it. She held it in place with her mind. "Jareth, I found it."
"Good." Jareth's chest swelled with pride. "Do you have hold of it?"
"Yes," she whispered, trying to not lose concentration.
"Good. I want you to imagine that your magic is resting in your belly. Giving it a physical place to ground it will help you to pull strands to other places in your body relative to where you imagine you magical pool to be. Pull the thread up your torso, through your chest, up your throat, and into your brain. Instruct your magic to heal your aching head and eyes."
Sarah did her best to obey his directions. She dropped the thread several times as she stretched it up from her belly, losing it in her chest once, then again in the narrow cavity of her throat. Finally, she was able to maintain her grip on the thread long enough to pull it into her head.
"Heal me," she said out loud.
"You can command your magic with your mind, Sarah." Jareth coaxed, gently.
She refocused.
Heal me.
Sarah felt the thread branch out into many strands, stretching out to fill the corners of her brain. Her magic shimmered and glittered as it coated the inside of her skull in green light. The pressure behind her eyes lifted and she felt an overwhelming relief. The tension in her jaw also disappeared.
She opened her eyes and turned to him. "I did it."
"Remarkable." He squeezed her. "I am both impressed and proud. We can add healing to your growing list of mage skills."
Sarah was thrilled. Healing was something she had really hoped she would be able to accomplish, but hadn't wanted to get her hopes up too high. Knowing she could do it was exciting. Knowing Jareth was proud of her filled her own heart with pride.
Jareth leaned down to capture her lips with his. The kiss was loving as he smoothed his hands up and down her arms. Reaching for her hair, he gently tugged her head to the side so he could deepen the kiss. His hands slipped to her front and ghosted across her breasts. Sarah moaned against his mouth. Encouraged, he rubbed soft circles over her hardening nipples, allowing the t-shirt to create an extra layer of friction against her sensitive flesh.
Sarah arched her back into him, grinding her ass into his growing erection. Jareth growled and nipped her bottom lip. Sarah felt something fall into her lap and looked down. Two black, silk, scarves lay between her thighs. She looked back at Jareth to see his pupils were fully dilated. There was a wicked expression on his face.
While she watched, he pulled his arms behind his head, resting them on the bars of her headboard. He then tossed her a wink that was so lascivious, Sarah blushed. Although his meaning was clear, Sarah still felt like she needed to ask. "You want me to tie you up?"
"Yes, Precious. But only if you want to."
She smiled impishly, twisting around to crawl on her knees between his legs. She leaned over and tied one hand, then the other, to her headboard. She had no doubt that he'd be able to escape easily if he wanted to, but was still thrilled at the level of trust he was placing in her.
"Hmm, what to do with you," she pondered aloud, tilting her head and looking him over. After a moment, she started unbuttoning his shirt, pushing the open halves to the side. She dipped down and licked a nipple. Jareth moaned in approval. She sucked the nipple into her pouty mouth and sucked, then grazed the peak with her teeth.
"Sarah," he groaned, "you make me feel so good, Love."
She smiled up at him. She got up from the bed and pulled off her t-shirt, followed by her underwear. She tugged his legs and body down so he was flat on his back. Her hand fell between her legs and she started to stroke herself. "Jareth, can I—"
Jareth looked at her quizzically before understanding dawned on him. "Oh, yes, Sarah. Take control."
Her face reddened, but she climbed back on the bed and straddled his face. Slowly sinking down onto his waiting mouth, Sarah moaned low in her throat. She rocked her hips gently against his lips as he sucked and lapped at her folds. His tongue found her clit and he sucked. Sarah tipped her head back and cried out. Her fingers dug into his hair and she tried her hardest not to let her full weight fall onto his face as he pleasured her.
"Sarah," he managed to say, "Don't hold back. Fuck my face."
Something broke in her then, and she writhed and bucked against his mouth. His tongue entered her, curling within her, massaging her, fucking her. While he made love to her with his tongue, one of her hands dipped down again and began to rub her clit. Her other hand braced herself against one of his tied wrists.
Jareth began to hum against her flesh, causing vibrations to ripple through her sensitive core. She came then, hard against his hungry mouth, coating his face in her juices. Sarah cried out, riding his mouth until her aftershocks dissipated. When she was finished, she looked down at his wet face.
He grinned up at her devilishly and licked his lips. The look on his face was positively obscene. "Oh, Precious. That was delicious."
Sarah scooted down until she was straddling his torso and leaned over to kiss him, lapping up her own juices. She stopped to think for a moment, then stepped off of him again. She curled her fingers in the waistband of his leggings and pulled them down, relishing the way his hard cock sprung to freedom. Tossing his pants on the floor, she climbed back on top of him, straddling his hips this time. She looked down at him meaningfully. "I want to learn how to fuck you."
His grin grew predatory. "Well, learn."
Sarah lowered her hips so his cock nestled between her folds. Slowly, she slid up and down his shaft, his throbbing tip massaging her slick lips. "Mmm," they murmured together.
She lifted her hips then, reaching between them and grasping his cock. She rubbed her thumb in the bead of pre-come at the tip and dragged it along his head. Then she stroked him several times before positioning the head at her entrance.
Jareth's breath caught in his chest as he locked his eyes on hers. He watched her lower herself onto him, taking him to the hilt little by little. Sarah gasped in pain and pleasure as she adjusted to the feeling of being filled. She paused once he was completely inside of her.
"Are you all right, my love?"
Sarah moved her hips a little, experimentally, but didn't answer.
"Sarah?"
"Yes, I'm good," she answered, finally, "I'm so good."
She moved her hips again, playing with rolling them forward, lifting herself up, and plunging back down.
"Jareth," she pouted, "I know you hate when I say this, but I actually don't know what I am doing."
He chuckled warmly at her pout and pulled at his restraints. "Let me help you."
She leaned over and untied one hand, then the other. His hands were on her hips then, squeezing and massaging. "May I guide your hips?"
"Please," she breathed.
"Swivel your hips like this," he instructed, showing her, "does that feel good?"
"Yes," she breathed, "now what?"
Jareth lifted her hips nearly all the way off of his cock, then pulled her gently back down. When she groaned, he repeated the movement. Sarah started to move with him. Before she realized it, Jareth had released her entirely as she moved on her own. His hands stroked the tops of her thighs and sides as she rode him, both of them panting and breathing heavily as their passion built. He cupped her breasts and stroked her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Sarah threw her head back and moaned in pleasure.
"Touch my clit," she begged, "please. I want to come for you."
Jareth pressed a thumb to her clit and rubbed. Sarah rocked into his hand and cried out, flesh fluttering around his cock as her orgasm took hold of her.
"That's right, my love. Come for me. Come on my cock," Jareth ground out between his clenched teeth as his own orgasm tore through him.
"Oh, Jareth," she moaned again. She loved when he commanded her to come for him. "Fuck." She shuddered once more and collapsed against him.
Jareth wrapped his arms around her and gave her a tight squeeze, rubbing his hands up and down her back in soothing movements.
A blissful silence fell between them before Sarah spoke.
"That was quite the series of lessons," she laughed against his chest, "I hope I proved to be an apt pupil."
Jareth chuckled. "Quite."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please let me know if you want more. Thank you so much for reading, following, and reviewing. It keeps me going.
