Chapter 21. The King's dark desire
Breanna had watched for days as Adrianna dallied with Sarah in full view of the King. The older Fae woman would go secretly to her son's wife to coach her, and tell her what things were driving her son toward the brink. He had taken to going for long dragon rides and sulking to be away from the women. He had even pushed Rosalind aside when she offered her tempting pleasures. The redheaded Fae had refused to take the Princess' suggestion and remaindered at court. Breanna worried that the woman would interfere before their trap was fully baited and taken.
The King's mother was pacing the palace garden when she happened on a dwarf arguing with a little Knight.
"Sarah is too good for the lot of them, you should see what the Princess makes her do… like a performing poodle!" The gnomish dwarf grumbled hotly.
The little Knight was trying to reason with the dwarf. "Lady Sarah does what she needs to, Sir Hoggle!"
"She should spit in their eyes! All of them, that pink nightmare included." Hoggle fumed. "And him, he stands about watching, with his tongue hanging out. I tell you Didymus, he wants her still. I don't care if they have rumored he's locked up his heart… he hasn't locked up his…"
The Foxish Knight cleared his throat and called out. "My lady…" he bowed hoping Hoggle would do the same.
Hoggle narrowed his eyes on the High King's daughter. "I know you… you're the daughter of the High King and mother to the Goblin King."
Breanna smiled, "I know you as well, Hoggle." She draped herself over a stump and addressed the man. "I would have a private word with you, Hoggle."
The cowardice of old reared its head. "I'm busy."
"Make time for me." She suggested coolly, dismissing the Knight with a wave. "Come here Hoggle; let me see your eyes."
"Why?" He kept his distance.
"I will know if you are telling me the truth. If you do, I shall reward you, if you don't…" She shrugged.
"You think you can punish me? Hell, your son's threats of the Bog don't scare me." He boasted, but the tremor in his legs told another story
"Don't confuse me with my son." Breanna warned the little man. "I'm much more vicious than he could ever be."
Hoggle believed her, he was not sure why, but he believed her. "What do you want?"
"Tell me about Jareth and Sarah." She watched as the expression on the dwarf's face went from defiance to fear of someone and for someone.
"There isn't anything to tell." He growled. "There is no Jareth and Sarah, and there never will be."
"Yet you fear it so." Breanna sighed coolly. "Come Hoggle. Tell me the depths of a man's desires. You've know my son longer than most. You've watched him when even he is not aware… when he's preoccupied… as he is now."
Hoggle could feel the Fae seeping into his mind. "Get out of my head you witch!" He cried going to his knees and holding his head as she invaded his mind going deeper into his secret places.
"I don't want to hurt you," she crooned. "But I will if you resist. Now give me the information I seek, little man."
Hoggle ceased his struggles, surrendering his deepest thoughts and secrets up to the daughter of the High King. He breathed easier as she sorted the thought images until she found the ones she needed. He was left panting when she eased out of his mind as quickly as she'd entered. "Did you find what you need?" He snapped at her.
"Yes," She said gently. "I had no idea my son held such perversions so dear."
Hoggle grimaces as he rose from his knees. "He'll not be thanking you." He turned to leave.
"Hoggle," She said in a hauntingly familiar voice, it was the same manner in which Jareth sometimes addressed him. "If you try to warn him, I'll show him your own deep dark thoughts and desires for Sarah. I doubt he'd appreciate them."
"How can you live with yourself?" Hoggle spat at the Fae woman.
"By never owning guilt," She said patting his head. "I must say though, you've quite the imagination my little pervert…." She bent closer and whispered in his ear. "If you ever care to explore those desires with a woman who enjoys those same perversions, let me know."
Hoggle shivered as the King's mother vanished. "Witch." He mumbled.
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Breanna sought out her daughter in law; she whispered to her the added information. She noticed the girl seemed surprised but pleased. Breanna smiled at her, the time was drawing close to let the trap snap upon the King. Everything was set; they would just have to be sure to keep Rosalind and all others from interfering.
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Jareth was watching the Princess and the mortal; they were lying on the grass reading aloud to each other. He watched as his perfect princess as her hands touched the human girl. He was not sure which one he wanted more, the one who refused his proposal, or the one who refused his crown. It was muddied now, murky beyond clearing. He wanted them both. Sitting in the shade he could still feel heat, a heat from within. His mind played tricks on him now, he was not sure of what he saw. Sometimes he thought he saw his perfect Princess stroking Sarah, or Sarah stroking her. He found his throat dry with desires for both lovelies. Watching them was torture, and yet he could not bring himself to look away or leave the little garden.
Sarah excused herself to go see to the boys mid day meal. She acknowledged the presence of the King as she passed him. His hand caught her wrist, and he forced her to look into his eyes, then he released her and she passed by. Adrianna had seen the ambush on the mortal but didn't speak of it. She came to sit beside her husband and snuggled into him.
"Thank you." She whispered to him darkly.
"For what?" he asked as he found his fingers entwining in her long curls.
"For Sarah…" She looked at him, knowing her eyes were bright with a dark secret desire. She hoped he would jump to conclusions as most men would.
Jareth swallowed, 'Are you planning on… taking her?' he thought finding himself at odds. He had never been a prude; he had never shunned anyone for seeking pleasure. He could not deny it even to these women who denied him. He bent closer, wanting to test waters. His mind was racing with images he could no longer control. "I like to watch you together." He confessed. "It gives pleasure to me." He hoped his words were understood.
Adrianna closed her eyes, wishing for a moment she could give in to the desires for this man. "You get pleasure from watching us together?" Her voice was breathy, but deep, and husky with dark desires of her own. She knew he could feel her excitement and was feeding off the changes in her scent. He nodded his head close to hers. "Come to my bathing chamber this afternoon, and plan on staying." She suggested in a sultry whisper. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the show."
Jareth leaned back, looked into her face, reading passion and lust there. "I will be most happy to accept your invitation, Adrianna." He raised her hand and kissed it tenderly. "Thank you."
"Good, come just before three. Sarah will be joining me fifteen minutes before that hour." She teased. "I'd like some time to prime her…" She rose to her feet. "I think we should go into lunch now, don't you?"
"If you wish," He too rose.
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Hoggle fretted, he knew the High King's daughter was going to use his secrets. He worried about the King, how would he react? He worried for Sarah, and knew there was no way he could warn her of the impending doom that was about to befall her. He sat at the edge of the Bog of Stench and wept.
Sir Didymus and Ludo sat with him, not knowing his troubles but feeling for him.
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Zoan was taking his mid day meal with the boys and was surprised and pleased that Sarah was also joining them. "You should come for another lesson," he suggested as the boys ate.
Sarah blushed, "Prince Zoan, we both know I barely held my own the last time we crossed lances."
"You can more than hold your own, Lady Sarah." He growled back.
The Elves in the room threw glances from one to the other. The mortal girl was fodder for gossip most days. Flirting with and accepting the advances of the Hobgoblin made her an even larger target. It did not matter to them that they were on Goblin soil, in their eyes they were the privileged, the select few, the superiors. They saw this friendliness the human girl showed the Goblin Prince as an infraction. Or to be more precise just one more to a growing list.
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Ona came into the bathing chamber with an armful of candles of varying sizes and scents. All were made of the finest beeswax and would burn true. She placed them around the chamber at her mistresses bidding. "How many candles do you intend to use?"
"As many as I can find to fill this room with erotic light." Adrianna stated changing the placement of candles until she was satisfied with the effect. "I want this room to be bathed in sensuality."
Ona brought over a basket of bath oils. "What scent do you want in the waters?"
"Sandalwood and spice," She picked up the vial and placed it on the edge of the large bathing tub sunken into the floor of the chamber. "Where is the best view of the tub?"
Ona blushed then pointed to a place, "There, ma'am."
Adrianna nodded, "Place a throne-like seat there, Ona. I want the King very comfortable as I make him uncomfortable."
Ona blushed as she created a seat for the King. She stood back as the Pink Princess placed well placed enchantments into the throne like seat. She watched her Princess use what meager strength she had left. Her magic was faltering as her strength failed. She looked to the old maid who added her own strength to complete the Princess' spell.
The Pink Princess whispered desperately. "Have I forgotten anything?"
Ona looked at the tub, "No. Everything is as you've ordered my Princess."
The girl slumped against her maid. "If all goes well, the King will be bond to his mortal… and not even someone like Rosalind can sever the bond… I will have succeeded."
"He's been without a woman a long time," Cautioned the maid. "Using the enchantments and ensnarement could have effects you're not prepared for. He may wish to deflower ye both."
"That is what I want, I want him to desire us both, and to hunger for us both, but I will make my escapes once I've made sure he is satisfying himself with Sarah." Adrianna promised as the maid led her to a couch to rest. "This has to work; my time…grows so short. I must see this though."
Ona knelt before her mistress. "You should have warned him."
The Princess shook her head, "Ona…my herbs… and make sure you've placed the potion the wine I intend to give Sarah. I hate doing this to her, but it's for the best in the long run. I must see that my people are taken care of."
"You could back out, send word to them both that you've fallen ill and wish to see no one." Ona offered as she brought the herbed drink for the girl to consume.
"No." She sipped, and felt the strength return to her. "I must do this, I must finish it. We've come too far to loose our confidence… The spells on the King and Sarah are both too far along. And Ona I would much rather see my beloved King with Sarah the Mortal than with Rosalind the convenient."
The old maid bowed, "Yes, my Princess."
"Bring me parchment, I want to give Jareth instructions to follow, it will be seen as something to heighten his experience."
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Jareth looked at the parchment note. It told him to enter the chamber quietly and to take a seat and watch. He pressed the note to his lips. He felt fires building in his being. His mind filled with images of the two woman he now desired beyond what he'd ever thought was possible. Perhaps it was the fact they had denied him so long that had brought him to this growing need. He promised himself, this day would not end without his desires being satisfied and the two women bent to his will. He breathed in the scent that his wife used on the parchment, it was heady and he could not place it. He left his study, walking instead of transporting magically to his own bedchamber. He wanted to change his garments and prepare for what promised to be a most entertaining afternoon.
"Sire." A voice called out to him on the stair
Jareth turned and looked at Rosalind with mild interest. "Yes, Rosalind?" He could not help but notice that she was constantly wearing gowns that were slightly more than suggestive.
The stair well was dimly lit and she stood in the light, smiling. "I was hoping we'd spend this afternoon together. You promised to show me the new maze you've worked on. It should truly add a touch of complexity for any mortal who enters your Labyrinth, Sire."
Jareth had long enjoyed the empty complements of women like Rosalind, but he knew they were empty and seeking only one thing. "Rosalind, while I would very much enjoy showing the maze to you, I find my afternoon already spoken for. Perhaps another day?"
Pouting she put a hand to his arm. "Sire, I can tell you are… tense… would you not allow me to help ease that tension?"
Amusing as the thought was, and he well remembered how amusing and talented the woman was, he was not interested. "Much as that offer pleases me, my dear, I must decline."
"The hour is early," She was not giving up. "I know many diversions."
"I am aware." He teased in a husky voice. "However I am also expected elsewhere."
"Someone important?" Rosalind pouted as she asked. Jareth nodded. The woman shrugged. "Well, I suppose we can put off our little outing. I'll just have to go amuse myself."
Jareth watched her retreat down the stair well, looking upward, he smiled. This afternoon was about him, his pleasure, he told himself. Rosalind was a good diversion but she was about her own agenda always. He moved forward, unfasten the jerkin he was wearing. He called for his personal valet to meet him in his chambers. He ordered the garments he felt would give him the least encumbers. The garments he'd worn that day were cast aside and he wore the romantic black poet shirt and black breeches. Scrutiny in the long looking glass satisfied his doubts. The attire was perfect, and soon…soon he'd have the pleasure of having both his wife and his mortal. The dark desires were all he could think upon, filling him with excitement and antisapation.
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Breanna could sense the presence of the unwanted dwarf in the castle, she knew the little man was going to try and warn Sarah or Jareth and she could not have that. Not wishing real harm to him she appeared to him in the corridor and took him captive. "I warned you, little man." She crooned as she placed him in chains on the wall of an oubliette. "Because I don't trust you, I think I shall stay here and keep you…company."
"Let me go you witch!" Bellowed the man; "I have to warn Sarah and Jareth."
"Too late," crooned the High King's daughter. "They are on their way to their fate even now."
"He's your own son." Hoggle kicked at the air.
Breanna nodded, "Yes." She smiled as she laid a hand softly to the side of the dwarf's face. "How shall we occupy our time? Shall we play a game?"
Hoggle moaned and struggled to be free. "Keep your Fae hands to yourself!"
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Sarah came to the Princess' chamber and found her awaiting her in a long flowing silk kimono. The first thing that struck Sarah was the fact it was not pink. It was dark blue silk, with golden images threaded in. Sarah looked at the Princess and bowed, uncertain. The Fae girl gave her a gentle encouraging smile. Sarah had long accepted that Adrianna was lovely, even in the middle of all that pink that she kept about her. But now, in this dark silk warp she was breathtaking. She encompassed all the qualities that one was told was part of the Fae. Sarah looked down at her own green linen day gown; it seemed so inferior compared to the garments of the Fae woman. Sarah felt out of place, and embarrassed. She looked upward finding the eyes of the Fae Princess resting on her with warmth and longing.
Reaching out a hand the Fae spoke in a voice that was designed to lure. "Come with me, Sarah, my dearest darling."
Following, almost without thinking, Sarah entered the bathing chamber of the Princess. It was shades of amber and peach. The faucets were of burnished brass, and looked like swans heads. Sarah gasped as she looked about, everywhere there were candles burning and the room danced with the shadows they cast. The air was filled with the heady scents from the candles but also the sandalwood and spice that were mixed into the water that were emitting a constant plum of steam into the air. All the scents worked together and filled the mortal girl with a strange feeling of wanting to abandon all inhibitions. Sarah found herself breathing the fumes in deeply and allowing them to cloud her mind and her reasoning.
Adrianna poured wine into two goblets, or so it appeared. She handed one to Sarah, and before the girl could protest she said. "We will toast our friendship and our deep affection for one another." She raised her goblet. Her lovely eyes dared Sarah to follow her motions.
Knowing she could not refuse, Sarah also lifted her goblet, and placed it to her lips. She had planned on only taking a sip, but Adrianna's fingers pressed the goblet higher and Sarah had no choice but to drink deeply. Adrianna sipped her wine also deeply, or so it seemed. She poured more and kissed Sarah on the cheek, "Drink with me, sweet Sarah." She coaxed. Sarah raised the goblet again and drank deeply, feeling sweet warmth spread in her veins.
The Princess placed both goblets on the tray with the bottle of spiked wine. She pulled Sarah into her arms and began to kiss her cheek, nuzzling her unabashed. "Undress, bath with me, my sweet," She droned, her voice dark with desire and excitingly depraved.
Sarah heard part of her brain tell her to run, to get out of there as fast as she could. Unfortunately another part of her brain was in control. What harm could there be, it said to her. She looked at the beautiful Fae Princess, whose eager hands were already unfastening her gown. She was enraptured by the tainted wine, by the heady scents in the room and by the dark energies that filled the room. She didn't seek the shadow of the figure that entered the chamber and took a seat, watching as the girls disrobed before one another.
Adrianna gazed upon Sarah and growled softly in the back of her throat. "You are beautiful." Her hands moved over the mortal with the expertise of a well experienced lover.
"Not compared to you." Sarah sighed. "You are beautiful beyond words."
The eyes of the Fae woman sparkled in the light of the candles. Adrianna took her by the hand, led her to the down ward steps into the warm scented waters. At first she was content to just feel the water lap against them. Slowly her hand went up Sarah's arm, then over her collar, and down her back. Slowly she moved forward, took Sarah's face into her hands and placed her lips gently to the mortals'. At first the kiss was gentle, but it was becoming hungry and deepening. Adrianna felt the resistance but ignored it, knowing they were being watched, and it was the man's pleasure that was important now. She deepened the kiss against the protests that were weakly offered.
Jareth gasped at the intimate act, a pleasure he'd not yet enjoyed. The thought of a soul kiss with Sarah now filled his imagination and he hungered for the experience. The pleasure of observation would soon not be enough. He found the heat building and he was more than a little aroused. The scent of the room, the candles and the two women were filling him with need, with hunger and with longing.
Sarah gasped at the same moment; in her dazed state she was still startled. "Adrianna…" her voice trembled. "What are you doing?"
"Loving you." She said softly in a voice filled with huskiness. "Worshiping your lips, your eyes, your velvety skin." The long delicately exquisite fingers of the Fae Princess moved over the mortal girl. At this moment she was in control and she was masterful in performance.
Sarah felt the breath catch in her throat, she wanted to protest, but found her will slipping farther and farther away from her. "Adrianna…." The room was spinning, almost as if it were dancing. The scent of the candles and the scents of the waters that now lapped her body filled her being with anticipation and exhilaration. Her body reacted to the sexual stimulation and Sarah was losing the battle to stay in control. She found she could not think straight thoughts; her mind was only reacting to the stimulations and not to her control any longer. Breathing was becoming a laborious effort and she found herself panting.
"You are so beautiful little human." She said darkly, and smiled wickedly. "Don't you agree, husband?"
Jareth watching from his vantage point nodded, and whispered. "Oh yes, beautiful." He looked at both women one fair and Fae, one dark and mortal and he wanted them both, "Very beautiful."
The room was spinning, a feeling Sarah was familiar with. "Everything…." She began but before she could say another word the Princess silenced her with a long deep moist kiss.
"Join us husband." Adrianna said as she ran her hands over Sarah, knowing he was watching her touch his mortal with intimacy he'd been denied.
Jareth smiled, he was only too pleased to accept the offered invitation. One quick wave of his hand and all his garments vanished like mist. Even the leather gloves he wore were now discarded in favor of the freedom of being naked. He strolled slowly allowing his stride to give the women a full view of his strapping powerful physic. Jareth was a proud man, proud of his kingdom, his possessions and most of all his wonderful body. He was confident and his body was well trained and disciplined. No novice, he was confident he was more than capable of pleasuring these two women and perhaps later he would use Rosalind as well. As he entered the warm scented waters he allowed himself the pleasure of drinking in the beauty before him, one fair, and one dark, both excited and desirable. He lounged lazily on the wide stair at the bottom of the steps, "Lovely, ladies, just lovely. You please your King very much." They were both standing in the deep tub, both looking at him. In the dim candle light he could not see that one was under the enchantment of a potion. But then he was not looking for such a thing. All he saw was two women who were sexually excited and exciting. He breathed deeply the warm sweet scents of the oils in the bath waters.
Sarah was facing Adrianna, her hands lightly on the Fair Fae's arms. Jareth could only see them in profile, the soft full swells of their breasts, the length of their torsos, and their faces. The candle light played tricks with shadows on their faces. 'It's just sex.' He told himself. 'It means nothing, nothing but a moment's pleasure.' Watching Sarah gasp as his wife ran long fingers over her, he told himself darkly. 'She owes me this.'
"Her skin," Adrianna moaned softly. "Is like the petals of a rose. Like velvet." The wine was now fully in Sarah's system and she was helpless against the onslaught that took place. The Pink Princess moved her hands down to cup the other's breasts, raking her nails over the mounds and then gripping hardening nipples between merciless fingers. Slowly she rolled her fingers over the hardened buds. "Like velvet." Her voice trembled with excitement, slowly the Fair one moved behind the Dark one. She peered at her husband over the shoulder of the girl who was in the thralls of a sexual assault giving every appearance of being a willing victim.
'It's just sex.' He said to him self looking now at the womanly body being turned toward him for his viewing pleasure. 'It means only pleasure. I deserve this, I deserve this.' His mind was lost in the swirl of sexual enchantments, and his own long closeted desires and needs.
Adrianna licked the length of Sarah's throat from her shoulder to her ear. She licked her own lips and smacked them. "She's divinely delicious, and succulent." With that said she placed her hands about Sarah's breast and fondled them in Jareth's full view, she heard him groan softly as he became more aroused. "I've never felt anything so delightfully lovely." She peered at him with eager eyes. "Come husband, come experience this." She moved Sarah forward, forcing the girl to lean toward the King. "Come know the pleasure that is uniquely this mortal's alone. Come, know Sarah."
Jareth now with no leather glove forgot himself, so enthralled in the moment. He reached for Sarah, his crooked fingers gently moving along her skin of her soft cheeks, and then down her neck to her shoulders. The girl trembled under his touch and moaned softly. Still seated on the stair, he didn't hesitate as his bride moved to press the hardened tip of Sarah's exposed breast to him. He teased it for a moment with his lips, then his nose, and lastly flicking it with his tongue. 'It means only pleasure.' He reminded himself as he opened his mouth and closed his eyes as he drew the hardened bud deeply into his mouth. He now reached for and was given the girl who moaned pleasantly as he suckled like a newborn babe. He opened his eyes, and looked at the Fair Fae watching. He continued to suckle the breast of the mortal, but reached past her and began to stroke the breast of his bride. Feeling her nipple a hardened excited bud that he pulled upon with gentle pressure, he released Sarah's nipple for an instant and huskily said, "I want yours as well."
Adrianna hid playfully behind Sarah. "In time, let us use our mortal first." The excitement in her tone was not put on, she was reacting to his touch as much as the mortal was. But she had to be on her guard, the enchantments could overpower her and then all would be lost. She had to stay strong and keep things on course. She sensed Jareth was nearing full arousal.
Jareth looked up at Sarah, her eyes half shut, looking radiant. Her lips trembled as she moaned softly at his touch. He wanted her, wanted her more than he thought he could ever want her after her rejection. She moaned again softly, as Adrianna squeezed the tender area of Sarah's inner thigh. Jareth moved his mouth to her other breast, enjoying her and thinking he was pleasuring her.
Sarah's mind was screaming from its poisoned potion soaked barrier. Sandwiched between the Fae couple, being touched, kissed, licked sucked. Her body responded, as any body tempted beyond endurance would. Something inside cried for Jareth, her Jareth who'd waltzed her in a crystal room. She looked at him his face was not haughty, but it was not the face of a man falling in love. Behind her Adrianna whom she'd thought of as a wicked child, was caressing and forcing her body forward. They were playing a wicked game of 'Mortal in the Middle' and Sarah was helpless. "Adrianna, no…please," She turned her face to the other girl and begged; as Adrianna turned Sarah's supple body positioned her precariously above the man. Sarah pivoted to look with disbelieve she could feel the hardness of the King's arousal pressing against her demanding entry.
Jareth was kissing her abdomen, tenderly as he took hold of her hips. He moved one hand, to guide himself in. 'It's just sex, just pleasure for the sake of pleasure,' he reaffirmed, as he felt her tremble as he entered her slowly. He looked up expecting to see awe or ecstasy, her eyes met his and he saw shock and surprise. He stopped, sensing something was amiss, and he then felt the barrier between his manhood and her womb. His eyes also registered shock and dismay, "Sarah." He gasped, as he began to pull back, trying to shrink from her. A movement behind the Dark mortal caught his attentions. "Adrianna!" he barked. "No!"
She had seen him hesitate, sensed he was abandoning the assault. She could not allow it, she'd come too far in the plan. Sarah was open to him, and he was already within her entry, only inches from being fully lodged. Mere inches from completing what was within his grasp and Adrianna would not allow it to slip from him, not this time. With an aggression and brutality she had not known herself capable of; the Fae Princess took firm hold of her mortal companion. She shoved down on Sarah's hips violently and impaled her upon the shaft of the King's erect manhood.
Sarah cried out, reached forward and held tight to the King involuntarily. "Jareth," She trembled as the name escaped her lips. Her whole being quaked as he filled her most private cavity.
Instinctually he possessively enfolded her in powerful arms, he glared at his wife over the shoulder of the mortal who he was buried within deeply.
Adrianna shoved one more time, as her eyes and those of the King's met and both King and mortal moaned. She removed her hands, the room was spinning and she had done all she could, it was now up to the enchantments to finish the job. She could feel her guards slipping and knew she'd have to make a quick get away or suffer the consequences. "Stay with the King, Sarah." She said as she moved to the other end of the steps and out of the tub. "I'm going to leave you two alone." She moved quickly to the exit collapsing on the other side of the door into the waiting arms of her maid. "My bed, Ona," she whimpered. "Help me…"
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Sarah was gasping; she'd forgotten how to breathe. Her eyes were full of fear and shock. "Be still." His voice said at her ear, he too was shaken. "Just give me a moment." She nodded jerkily.
Jareth thought if he could, he would simply end this, but the least movement, even her breathing was feeding the fires. "Sarah, listen to me." He said in her ear, his mouth had gone dry as cotton and he could not control himself much longer. "I didn't know…but it's too late now. I've taken your maiden's head. It's too late to stop. Do you understand? I cannot stop. I must finish this."
"Don't." She begged. "Don't stop."
He held his breath for an instant; leaning back he searched her face, her eyes. "Sarah?"
Green eyes, pale jewels that had something of the sky in them, gazed back. Still under the effects of the wine the Princess had given her, she begged him. "Jareth don't stop." Her voice was filled with passions and longing and need. The potion had stripped away her reason, and she was now venting desires she'd hidden deep in a secret place in her heart of hearts. "Don't stop." She begged desperately.
Cupping her face with both his hands, still not quiet aware he pressed his lips to the ones she now offered. "Sarah, my dearest," He moaned into her mouth. She returned his moan, as he deepened the kiss. His tongue moved into the warm sweet recesses of her mouth, exploring that which had been denied him. She tasted so familiar and yet so exotic, and he could not quench his thirst for her as deeply as he was drinking her in he could not seem to satisfy that thirst. Her arms drew him closer, as he now embraced her tightly. Every hot fiber in his being cried out to be satiated. Every nerve ending was sending his need soaring. "I'm going to hurt you." He warned as he moved deeper into her with a thrust of his hips. "I need you; I need to be deeper in you."
"I don't care." She moaned in return. "Just don't stop." The alarms that had been going off in her mind were gone. The only thing she was aware of was Jareth, his entire being. He was with her, in her and come hell or high water she was not turning back. This time she would give in to the dark needs that she had held back on for the sake of a child… this time she surrendered.
Jareth dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips, pulled her down as he thrust upward. He knew he couldn't stop now, even if he'd wanted to. He would not stop until he was satiated. He heard a strange sound, and then realized it was Sarah she was purring like a great cat. Her head was thrown back and her back arched as she gave in to the passions with in her. "Mine…" He said aloud. "You are mine…at last.." Her abandon filled him with excitement beyond what he had ever experienced with any woman. No Fae had ever caused him such delightful torment.
Sarah moved with him, his body teaching hers what to do, how to move. "God yes!" she cried out as he moved deeper still. "Oh God yes, take all of me Jareth."
She had been with no other; he was the first, the only one. He pulled her roughly to his pounding throbbing arousal. "I offered you your dreams…" He growled wanting to hurt her even as he needed to pleasure her. "You rejected me…" The anguish was washing over him like the waves of the waters he was seated in. His voice was harsh even as he tried to bite back the words.
Sarah feared he would now reject her; she desperately twined herself about him grinding her hips to his. "And I was wrong!" She moaned, "Is that what you want to hear, alright! I'll say it… I was wrong… I tried to do the right thing, and it was wrong."
The words didn't matter, the anger suddenly didn't matter. What mattered was she was in his arms, grinding onto him in desperation. Fog lifted, something in the room had bewitched him. He looked in horror at his hands, then at the woman begging him not to stop. "Sarah." He thought quickly, and cursed his wicked Fae wife. He had touched her without the leather that protected humans from the binding touch of the Fae. He had touched her and kissed her and was... He looked down, buried within her. He was mating with her, and knew he would spill seed into her womb, a human womb that was alive and fertile. "Have my child." He said quickly in her ear. "Will you have my child? Will you take what I offer this time without question?"
"Yes." She breathed as if it were her first true breath.
Jareth found his rhythm, and she moved with him. "This will bind us for all time Sarah." He quickened his pace, no longer feeling anger, or lust or the darkness. He looked at her, his Sarah, the mortal he'd loved for so long. "I open my heart to you." He whispered, "Will you do the same." In mismatched eyes were unspoken fear, fear of being rejected yet again.
Her eyes were already giving him the answer but she knew he needed to hear the words, words she'd held back before. "I never wanted to hide my heart from you…but fear…"
He pressed his lips to hers, "It's enough." He deepened the kiss as he quickened his thrusts. "It is enough, my dearest."
A strange sound and light filled the room; energy vibrated the water, the walls and the two people in the tub. From somewhere a crystal orb appeared, it had come though the walls as if they were air. It had come summoned by something deep within the King and it would now release the encased part of the King that it held like a hidden treasure. Around and around the couple kissing it spun and then it shattered into the back of the King. He raised his head, and whispered as he spilled his living seed within the walls of his love. "I am your slave."
Sarah trembled, shuddering with each wave of seed being spilled into her. Her arms clung to his body as her own body released the explosion of her climax. She looked at the King, fearing that she'd see him return to the cold impersonal persona he had been using. Tender mismatched eyes looked back at her. His hand raised her left hand, he brought the wrist to his lips, tenderly, and almost reverently he kissed the pulse, working his way up her arm until he reached her shoulder. He smiled at her for the first time in a long time. The smile was not forced, it was again the sweet cocky smile he'd graced her with upon their first meeting. "Sarah, mine." He sighed happily.
The fog cleared, and she was again herself. "Jareth?" Her eyes sought his. "What happened just now?"
He leaned back until his back rested against the step behind him. "You've become my lover…my woman… and you will be the mother of my children." He smiled, more at peace than he'd been for a long time. "We've both been victims of enchantment here." He looked at her still seated and still impaled upon his manhood. "Not that I'm complaining. At least I know you'll never be free to leave me again."
Sarah blushed. "This is… embarrassing." She covered her face with her fingers. "Your wife brought me in here…she seduced me and you..."
He lifted his hips slightly, propelling his still hard arousal upward, "Finished the job." His voice teased with ease.
Sarah looked down and closed her eyes, "Oh god."
"Sarah," his voice turned serious. "It is forbidden for a High Royal Fae to touch a mortal without protection. Our touch is…binding." He placed a long index finger under her chin and raised it without resistance. "I have never touched another without the protection of my gloves, until now."
Sarah looked at his hand, and then to his eyes. "I understand."
"Good," He stroked her cheek softly. "From this moment on, you are the King's woman."
Sarah looked down, embarrassed by thoughts she dared not speak.
Jareth was only too adept at reading her. "Sarah, this is not the mortal realm, it's not a taboo here. Yours is a place of honor." He reasoned with her gently.
Sighing she looked into his eyes. "Your Elves didn't like me before," her voice didn't waver. "This is not going to sit well with them."
He looked down again, smirked and teased. "It sits well with me."