4f #7 Sarah carrying a tied up Jareth over her shoulder. Art by Dollysmith
A/N This is an M rated chapter
Sarah stomped into her tiny apartment and slammed the door behind her, startling her dog, Arthur, from his afternoon nap. "Of all the times for him to show up! Why did he have to show up just as Luke asked me out! That arrogant, pig-headed!" Sarah marched around the room throwing pillows, jackets, blankets, and any other objects that wouldn't dent the walls. She couldn't afford to lose her security deposit.
Arthur stood and stretched and hurried over to his owner, tail wagging and tongue hanging out of his mouth. Sarah knelt and hugged the shaggy dog. "Oh what I wouldn't give to give the glittery bastard a taste of his own medicine for once."
Arthur had no clue what she was talking about, but he was certain tackling her and kissing her would make it all better, so that's exactly what he did. "Enough," Sarah cried as she laughed. "I missed you too buddy."
After settling the large sheepdog down, Sarah grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and sat on the couch with Arthur's head on her lap. She poured her first glass and sighed. "I spent the last ten years wondering if Jareth was real or if I dreamt it all. I've dreamt of him so many times and now, just as I put it all behind me and try to be normal, he shows up and turns the world upside down again."
Merlin wagged his tail as he listened. He wasn't good at the understanding part, a fact his obedience teacher would attest to, but he was an excellent listener. Sarah patted his head and sipped her wine. "And then he tried to be all high and mighty and tell Luke he was unworthy of me," Sarah laughed. "Like he is!" She downed the rest of the glass and refilled it.
"Just wait, Arthur, next time I see that pompous, glittery ass I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. I'll show him what it's like to be toyed with, or kidnapped." Taking another large gulp of her wine, she smiled as she got an evil idea. "That would be sweet justice. I wish I could do that."
Sarah was so caught up in her mental scheming she didn't notice Arthur jump up and run to the closet door. Nor did she hear the giggles or whispers from the other side.
"I wish I could trade places with him for one day. Let that arrogant ass see how it feels to be kidnapped and treated like some prize to be won."
Sarah had barely gotten the words out of her mouth when she found herself sitting on a hard stone service. Her white boring walls had been replaced with grey stones and she was no longer wearing her comfy sweats. Looking down she was now dressed in a poet's shirt, black vest, black leggings, and shiny black, knee-high boots.
Standing up she saw she was surrounded by a horde of smiling goblins. "Hi Queenie." one waved.
"We helps kidnaps Kingy?"
Meanwhile, Jareth found himself in Sarah's old house. It was empty for the moment as Robert had taken Karen and Toby to Florida for summer vacation. He was still dressed in his usual attire but found he couldn't take his owl form to fly home or even access his magic. "What vile sorcery is this!?
He wandered the house, searching for a clue. He knew it was Sarah's childhood home. He had watched her many nights from the tree right outside. Everything looked the same as it had when she left, but where was Sarah's family?
After searching for an hour he found he couldn't leave the house by magic or physically. He was trapped in the house. Groaning he sat on Sarah's bed. "This must be her doing. What did that wretched girl wish for now?"
He then heard the familiar giggle of goblins. "Alright, you useless imbeciles, come out!" A few goblins appeared before the King. "What is the meaning of all of this?"
"Nuh uh, Kingy." another giggled.
"You has to say the right words." The third added.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jareth sighed. "I wish the goblins would come and take the babe, right now."
The room filled with giggles as goblins ran around and thunder clapped and lightning struck as the window magically opening, a fierce wind howling outside. Jareth shielded his eyes as the wind rushed in the window and a black raven with it. Suddenly Sarah stood there with a confident look upon her face with her hands on her hips.
"Sarah?" Jareth looked her over. It was quite a sight to see her dressed as him, and a very arousing one too. Sarah tilted her head, smirking as she did her best to imitate Jareth from their first meeting. "What is going on?"
"You know very well what is going on," Sarah replied as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You wished away a babe."
"And there is no babe here, so again I ask, what is going on? Why am I trapped here and why are you dressed like me? Not that I'm complaining, Precious. My clothes do suit you." He went to take a step towards her and she moved away, going to grab something from her old vanity.
Grabbing Toby's old, red and white striped, infant hat, Sarah stretched it to fit her head and turned to glare at Jareth. "What's said is said. There's no babe you say?" She grinned wickedly as she looked him over. "That all depends on your definition of babe." Sarah summoned a crystal to her hand and juggled it like Jareth did the night he took Toby.
"How?" Jareth stared at her dumbfounded. "Sarah what did you wish?"
"I wish a lot of things Jareth. The question you should ask is which one was granted?" She changed the crystal into and snake and stretched it out. "I'd be more worried about the wish you made if I were you." She threw the snake at him and he caught it.
"Don't try to use my own parlor tricks against me. It won't work." Looking down he saw the snake had wrapped itself around his wrist. Before he could react, Sarah grabbed the hand with the snake and pulled it behind his back and reached around grabbing the other and the snake suddenly became a rope binding his hands together behind his back.
"Clever, Sarah, but if you're trying for a role reversal, I need to agree to run the Labyrinth. But as I said before there was no babe to wish away, so I have no need to run the Labyrinth." He struggled against the ropes but they wouldn't budge.
"I told you, depends on your definition of babe." She grinned again and walked over to him. She ran her fingers across his chest, along his shoulders, and down his bound arms. "You see, in the Aboverground, babe can be used to refer to a very attractive woman and in some cases a very attractive man."
"Are you saying I'm attractive, Sarah?" Jareth smirked as he caught on to where she was going with her game.
"Some would say you are, so therefore the babe you wished away was yourself."
Before Jareth could react, Sarah gagged him with a handkerchief and tossed him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Sarah was extremely grateful that the magic she gained from this little wish allowed her to lift him easily. Otherwise, that would have been very embarrassing.
Sarah waved her hand and suddenly she saw the castle through her open bedroom door and she carried the Goblin King through the doorway and tossed him on his empty throne. He glared at her for the rough treatment, that is until she sat on his lap. "What's wrong, Jareth. Not enjoying my Labyrinth?" She leaned close as if she was going to kiss him, then pulled away, grabbing the gag and taking it with her as she stood.
"I'm not running the Labyrinth, Precious. As you so delightfully explained, I'm the babe." He grinned and if he hands hadn't been bound, Sarah was sure they would have been behind his head as he leaned back, gloating.
"True, but there's no one to run for you either. So," She paused and walked over to him, placing her hands on his upper thighs and squeezing gently, "does that mean you have to sit here with me, for 13 hours?"
"I suppose so, Precious." He leaned forward, his face inches from hers. "However shall we entertain ourselves?"
She back away slowly, her hands rubbing down his legs as she did. "And does that mean that when the 13 hours is up..."
"I'll give you anything you want, Precious." He sighed. "The throne, the Kingdom, a permanent place at my side and in my bed. You'll rule alongside me as you were meant to. My one and only equal."
Sarah stood up and walked away laughing. "Equal. No, no, no. That's not how it works Jareth. You see you offered me all that when I beat you. You wanted me to what was it..." She stopped to tap her chin, pretending she didn't remember his final offer from all those years ago, the words she heard repeatedly in her dreams. "Oh yes, fear you, love you, do as you say and you would be my slave. Did I remember it correctly?"
"Yes," he forced himself to his feet and approached her. "But why wait 13 hours, Precious. Untie me and we can start now. You will be my Queen."
"And you'll be mean and I'll drink all the time?" She grinned.
"What?" The reference was lost on him and she shrugged as he shook his head. "No, no that's not what I meany by fear me."
"I get it Jareth. You asking me to love, honor, and obey. I figured that out already. But what you're failing to see is that you're not in my position. I can't and won't offer all of that to you because you won't beat the Labyrinth. You are the babe. The prize to be won, but no one is trying to win you." She watched a range of emotions wash over his face as her meaning dawned on him. "In 13 hours you, the wished away babe, will become one of us, forever. Such a pity."
"Sarah, I'm already one of us. I can't..."
"Become a goblin? You don't look like a goblin to me. Tell me is this your real appearance or just magic making you attractive to young runners?"
"There is no magic altering my appearance, Sarah." He growled as he grew frustrated. "Wished away babes don't become goblins. They become Fae. I'm already a Fae."
"That's how it works in your Labyrinth, Jareth. But you see, this is my Labyrinth and as you taught me, words have power. So..." She hesitated long enough to walk past him and sit on the throne. "If I say that in 13 hours you become..."
"You wouldn't dare!" Jareth cut her off before she could say it.
"Wouldn't I?" She crossed her legs and glared at him. "You kidnapped my little brother, made me run your ridiculous Labyrinth to win him back like a prize you get at a fair, and then you offer me a place at your side right before I can say the words to beat you!" She stood and charged at him. "Then as if that wasn't bad enough, you disappeared for years." She jabbed his chest with her finger, making sure to dig the nail into his bare skin, making him flinch. "Then when I finally make up my mind that your not real, that I dreamt the whole thing, you show up out of nowhere at the worst possible moment!"
"I showed up at the perfect moment and you know it!" He stepped forward, pushing her back, despite the nail on his skin. "He wasn't worthy of licking your boots, much less courting you."
"He's not worthy, but you are?" She challenged.
"Yes." He answered without hesitation.
"Why? What makes you better than him?"
"I'm a King."
"Doesn't mean anything Jareth. You could have been born into that role." She argued.
"I wasn't."
"I don't know that. I know nothing about you." Sarah sat back on the throne and put her head in her hands. "That's my point Jareth. How can you say you are the better man? You think so, but I can't agree because I know nothing about you. You want me to drop everything and be your Queen. How do I know that's better than dating Luke. You might be an abusive asshole."
"I may be an asshole when I need to be, but I would never abuse you." He knelt in front of her, which wasn't an easy task with his hands behind his back. "I would never strike you for any reason," he paused and then smirked, "well unless you asked me to, but I assure you it would be enjoyable."
"Pervert."
"Tell me the thought didn't get you a little excited."
"Nope." Sarah watched her wording. She knew his kind wasn't able to lie, but they could stretch and bend the everliving daylights out of the truth. So she would do the same. "Not a little."
Jareth leaned closer. "Tell me you haven't dreamt of being back in my castle, being in this very chair." Sarah bit her lip. She had, on many occasions dreamt of being back at the castle and once or twice she had envisioned having hot steamy sex with Jareth on his throne.
He smirked, knowing she couldn't deny it. "Tell me you don't want to spend the next twelve hours and thirty-nine minutes discovering ALL I have to offer." He leaned close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips. "Tell me you don't want to kiss me, right now," he whispered.
Sarah grabbed his head and kissed him roughly, her desires getting the better of her. She did want him, she wanted his kisses, his touches, his body naked and hot against her own. She had for years. With a snap of her fingers, the rope holding his hands was gone and he wasted no time cupping her breasts as he kissed her back.
Sarah moaned into the kiss as his hands massaged her breasts, pulling the collar of the shirt she was wearing, his shirt, wider until her chest was bare before him. He broke the kiss and let his eyes take her in. He pulled the silly infant hat from her head and tossed it across the room. "Much better." he smiled. She was stunning before but something about her being in his clothes was such a turn on for him, and he couldn't wait to get her out of them. "Tell me you want it, Precious." He teased, his fingers barely tracing circles around her nipples. "Tell me you want me."
"Jareth..." She bit her lip as she gazed into his dark, hungry eyes.
"Say it, Sarah."
"I want it." She leaned forward and kissed him again, her hands trying to remove his shirt.
He pushed her back on the throne and placed his knee between her legs, pressing in just the right spot as he leaned over her. "Want what, Sarah? You have to tell me." He rubbed his nose against hers and brushed his lips against hers but didn't let her kiss him. "Say your right words, love."
"I wish, Jareth the Goblin King, would fuck me, hard, right here, right now." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jareth kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth as he pulled her forward on the throne.
"Wish granted, love." He said quickly before kissing her again. He grabbed her hips and lifted them and pulled the tight legging down her legs and he held her up with one arm. He said a silent prayer that like him, there was nothing on under those leggings. Sarah did her best to help kick the leggings off, but they really were skin tight.
Getting frustrated, Jareth nibbled her ear as he groaned, "Magic, love. You have it."
Remembering that he was right, she waved her hand and they both were nude. She glanced down to see his fully erect cock and knew instantly that his pants truly hid nothing. She reached her hand down and wrapped her fingers around him, earning a growl in her ear.
"You can play later, Precious. Right now, I need to fill you and fulfill your wish, my Queen." He lifted her into his arms and spun them around so he was able to sit on the throne and brought her down on top of him, sheathing himself in her.
He held her there for a moment savoring being joined and then grabbed her hips and held her up enough that he could thrust upwards into her, causing her to cry out each time his body collided with hers. "Jareth..." She called his name as he rotated his hips as he thrust, looking for just the right angle. He knew when he found the right one.
Harder and harder he drove up into her, her breasts bouncing in his face. He wanted to lavish them with attention from his mouth, but that would come later. Right now he had to grant her wish as he promised. He felt his own climax nearing, but he refused to let her be unsatisfied. Reaching down between them he rubbed her clit roughly. "Come for me, Sarah."
Sarah grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, but he didn't care. She cried out as she hit her climax and clung to him for dear life. Jareth thrust up five more times and then joined her in bliss, filling her with his seed.
They sat there holding on to one another, breathing ragged, sweat covering their bodies. When he caught his breath, he nuzzled her neck. "As you have the magic, love, you need to use it to prevent unwanted consequences."
"You mean to stop pregnancy?"
"Mmmhmm, unless you want to try and give me an heir already." He smirked against her shoulder.
"No, no heirs for you right now." She sat back so she could look him in the eyes.
"True," he kissed her forehead. "We do have roughly 11 hours to keep trying though."
"Actually..." Sarah ducked her head.
"Sarah, what exactly did you wish?" He tone was stern and serious.
"To trade places with you for a day. That I could show you how it felt to be a prize to be won or to be kidnapped." She admitted.
"I see. Well, I certainly got kidnapped, though I won't complain seeing it was by such a sexy Queen. As for feeling like a prize to be won... Did you want me to kiss you back then? Did you desire me even then when you ran the Labyrinth? Was I as big of a temptation for you as you were, as you are for me?
"Yes." She kissed him again, her hands tangling in his hair as he caressed her back.
"So we have 24 hours." He grinned from ear to ear. "Well my Queen, I believe I have a lot of time to convince you that I'm worthy of being your equal."
"True but first I want you to show me how the hell you get into those damn pants!"
He chuckled and stood with her in his arms. "Magic, my love, it's magic."