Chapter 16, Hazy Cosmic Jive

For the viewing of the Goblin King and High Prince Jareth of the Underground,

It has come to our attention that there is a vacancy among the royal bench. The Council is here to inform you of it's commencement of The Seventh Law, which institutes the formal conjugality of a Fae King or Queen. Upon your five-hundredth year, you will be mandated by the High Court and Supreme Council to secure a union for the process of begetting an heir. If you do not comply within the allotted time you will hereby be stripped of your crown and royal alignments. You will present your candidate before the members of the Council on the eve of the day of your birth.

-Members of the Supreme Council of the Underground

Sarah didn't know what to make of it. She stood, starring at the piece of paper in her hands, shaking her head.

"What the hell Jareth? What is going on? What does all this mean?" She could read, but her head was spinning so fast she thought she needed help clarifying. Jareth was none the more cheerful.

"It means I have to procure a wife." He replied. She wanted more of an elaboration.

"I got that. But this says something about five hundred years or something? Why do you have to get married now all of the sudden?" Her brain was trying to sort itself out.

"As you know I am a King. It is law that upon the five-hundredth annual of a Fae King or Queen, they must seek the means of producing a legitimate heir. The reason for this is that although we live a very long time, we are also very infertile. It is merely a way of making sure there will be a continuation of our race." He couldn't understand why she was so upset.

"Ok, got it. Jareth, how old are you exactly?" She was getting a headache.

"Four-hundred and ninety-nine." He stated matter-of-factly. That was another punch in the face. She staggered a second, trying to rein herself in. Jareth brought her over to the railing, wrapping an arm securely around her waist to steady her. His expression changed from joyous to calm and understanding. He placed his hand under her chin and tilted her face towards his.

"My dear Sarah, would you do me the honor of standing by my side for all of eternity? Would you become my Goblin Queen?" She looked up at him, blank.

After a second she tore away from him, retreating back inside the room. Jareth, now concerned, followed. She sat on the edge of the bed, fighting with her mind.

Holy shit, get married? What the fuck? I'm only twenty! -So, you're also in a magical world that no one knows exists. I've only been here a few days! I've only known Jareth, really known him, for a few days for Heavens' sake! -You've known his heart far longer. What did you expect would happen after you said yes? You can't go home, you'd be staying with him, so what's the difference? Ok, ok. I guess being married wouldn't really be any different. It's not like I'm worried about meeting some one else, right? -Of course not! You've waited so long to find him, you know no other will match up. Ok, ok...I've got this.

Sarah's mind waged war with itself for what seemed hours as Jareth watched with great worry. Why is she so upset? Does she not want to be my queen? What did she think would happen when she said she'd stay? If I must take a wife it will no other.

Sarah finally looked up. Her face was far more collected than the moment before. Jareth stood awkwardly, waiting.

"The letter said 'High Prince Jareth'. You're a High Prince? Then that means the man at the Ball was your father? And...your mother, she was there too wasn't she?" Jareth was caught of guard by her questions. He hadn't expected that as her response.

"Yes. I am next in line to rule all of the Underground." He answered cautiously.

"It also said something about presenting a candidate. Are you allowed to chose just any one? Can it be a human? Will the Council allow it?" She bombarded him with questions when all he wanted was an answer.

"All it means is that I have to prove I have taken a wife. They have no rule over it unless I exceed the time limit." His body was stone, not sure what to do in reaction to her.

"And when is the time limit?" She asked.

"In about three weeks I should say." To be honest he'd forgotten about his five-hundredth birthday altogether. He was losing faith in Sarah's acceptance. A slow wave of sadness creeped over him. Seconds seemed like days as he waited; then he saw her lips start to curl.

"Well then, we don't have any time to waste now do we?" She said with a innocent smile. Jareth's stance relaxed, and then turned something suspicious. His shoulders hunched slightly, while his head dipped low. Through his mess of hair, all he revealed were his mismatched eyes and a devilish sneer.

"I believe we have a few hours." He said before pouncing from across the room.

The second they made contact, she flew up the bed from the force of him. He attacked her like a starving animal, relentlessly ripping at her clothing and grabbing any trace of skin he could find. She tried to react but was virtually unable by the sheer ferocity, and power he had over her. He held her down, pressing his body against hers to keep her in place. He grabbed the hair at the top of her head and pulled her face away to reveal the soft flesh of her neck.

All she could do was hold onto him for dear life. She shrieked in pain when he tore her head away, but found herself panting from the pleasure of it. The minute he bit down on her neck, she let loose a cry of pleasure and pain. He sucked at her skin, relishing the smoothness and warmth of it.

He reached towards her knees, and yanked up her dress around her waist. Caressing her thigh, he reached around the grasp her wonderfully full rear. Some how in the middle of everything he'd managed to undo his own pants; and in one quick movement, lifted her pelvis and thrust himself hard.

She let out a choked scream, whipping her head from the shock only to be met by the shock of his hand still firmly clasping her hair.

He stopped. After one hard thrust he lay utterly motionless inside her. She writhed beneath him, wanting him to move, to do something. He took his free arm and clutched her hip, holding her to the bed unable to move. She started whimpering, longing for him to continue ravishing her. He removed his mouth from her neck and looked up at her, with the same devilish smile. He slowly traced his tongue around her ear, teasingly sucking at the lobe. She'd started moaning from pure anxiety.

"How badly do you want this?" He whispered into her ear, continuing to kiss and lick. She was moaning louder now. She tried to turn her head to look at him but he wouldn't allow it.

"Jareth please, I- Oh, Jareth just- please." Was all she could formulate. She couldn't stand feeling him inside her and not being able to move, not being able to feel him further. He was as deep as he could go, just barely hitting that special spot inside her.

"Say your right words my darling." He purred. His breath against her skin sent her to a whole new level.

"I want this-all of this- more than anything, more than anything I've-" He didn't let her finish, her answer was good enough.

He started mercilessly pounding her, not bothering to remove either of their clothing. Each thrust was as deep as Sarah's body would allow. He was fast, but not rapid, allowing himself to hook his hips into her as he went.

Sarah, still unable to move decided to be content with taking everything he was giving her. Her moans and screams were so loud she was sure they could be heard throughout the castle, and she didn't care. Longing for the sight of Jareth's face and the feel of his lips on hers, she was forced to settle for closing her eyes and losing herself to her own ecstasy.

Jareth's hand was still holding her hip, putting her at the perfect angle to hit all the right spots. He watched the way her breasts bounced within her dress with each assault. He turned to looked at her face, seeing her eyes clamped shut as her screams grew more sporadic. He released a low moan of his own, watching her approach her climax.

He felt her tighten around him. Knowing she was on the edge he pulled sharply on her hair, yanking her head back. The sudden burst of pain caused her to fully overload. Her orgasm came so quickly she wasn't able to construct a sound for it. Instead, she let out chokes and gasps of bliss.

Her mind started to relax soon after, thinking it was coming to an end; but Jareth refused. As soon as she'd settled on the bed he grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over to her stomach. As if nothing had changed he entered her again, but with increasing savagery. He lessened his grip on her hair, settling to use it as a means of balance. Their new angle sent a jolt of pleasure through his spine, making him groan with fervor. He felt himself harden further, the pressure building.

He buckled over her, his arms and body enveloping hers. He held her tight to him, moaning into her shoulder as he had his own rapture.

They stayed that way for a while. She was fully sated, quietly smiling while he planted loving kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder. They were both exhausted, and covered in sweat. Their breathing slowed and eventually became level once more.

"So," She finally said. "You're going to be five-hundred? Way to rob the cradle." She started giggling when she realized the alternate meaning of the joke she'd made. He kissed her temple, talking into her hair and squeezing her tighter,

"In my defense, you asked me to." And they both laughed.