Thanks everyone for taking an interest in the story that has been in my mind for years. It's very encouraging that people are actually reading it :)
Wanted to say as just a quick note that class started last week so the updates may be a little slower than they have been but I'll shooting for one a week. Thank you all again and if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know!


He was exhausted. This day could not have gone any worse. He lazily walked over to his giant bed letting his eyes loom at the emptiness of it. He reached for his black poet's shirt and took it off over his head and then slide his boots and pants off. That shouldn't have been that hard. She should be right here taking my clothes off, he thought with a scowl making its way to his face. He climbed into the silky sheets, just wanting this day to be over. He dosed off right away.

There was a small knock on the door, but it still stirred him. He walked over to the door sleepily and hid himself when he unbolted it. "What is it?!" he snapped immediately regretting it after he realized who was knocking.

"I'm sorry it's so late, but Jareth can I speak to you?" Sarah said in a petite hushed voice.

"Ummm, sure. Give me just a moment…"

Jareth walked quickly to his bathroom to grab a velvety blue robe and tied it snug. "Alright, Sarah, you may enter," he said if the manliest king voice he could come up with in his circumstance. The door slightly opened and a thin figure came into the room. She was dressed in a soft white nightgown that clung to her body. Her green eyes glowed in the darkness of the room and Jareth had to turn away not to stare at her.

"What is it that you need, Sarah? I was sleeping; something you should be doing as well."

"I'm sorry to disturb you," she said while giving a little curtsy while staring at the floor, which surprised Jareth, "but I could not sleep and wanted your company."

"You wanted to spend time with me? I find that rather hard to believe, Sarah."

She looked up at him at his remark and a wicked smile crossed her lips. She rose from her curtsy with eyes half shut, the grin still on her face. She slowly walked toward the apprehensive Jareth. He saw a fire in her eyes which he least expected from her. Sarah walked in front of him until she couldn't get any closer. She reached out and grabbed the collar of his robe.

"Why is it so hard to believe? You are my soul mate after all." She pulled down hard, pulling him just up to her lips. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

"More than anything, Precious."

The same wicked smile crossed her face before she pulled down on him hard again, crushing his lips to hers. Electricity shot through Jareth all along his body igniting the lust in his groin. She quickened the pace of the kiss, running her hands through his hair. Small moans escaped her open mouth as he moved from her mouth to her neck while running his hands up and down her arms and sides. He wanted her badly and he knew she could feel him against her. To his shock and utter lustful surprise he felt her hand reach for him over his robe causing him to move back up to her mouth and kiss her harder. Even though he felt he was the one in charge, she soon pushed him with all her might and he landed on his back on the bed. He must have been so drunk with passion he didn't realize she was slowing walking him to the silky destination. She straddled him while he sat up on his forearms to try to remain somewhat in control, but his attempt failed when she pushed him back down. His member was so close to her that it hurt to think he wasn't inside.

"No, no, My King, lay back and enjoy the view," she said as she brought her negligée over her head exposing her whole self to him. She laid on top of him to reach his lips again and grabbing the back of his head to raise him to her. She reached down between them both, slowly passing by his cock and took the knot that tied his robe together and untied it, letting it fall open. He felt a cold breeze coming through but was still incredibly by at her touch.

She took his hands and slowly made them go up her legs, then thighs, up her stomach, to her breasts and up to her shoulders. He could not help his want to bring his hands back to her bust, softly squeezing and rubbing his thumbs across her dark pink nubs. He felt himself jerk with excitement. While she enjoyed the attention she was getting, Sarah reached down, taking his member in her hand, making Jareth moan with the pleasure of her touch. He looked up into her eyes as she began to slowly pump him over and over. He closed his eyes from the heavenly sensations and then he felt delicious tight pleasure cover him. His eyes flashed open to see his Sarah looking at him with animalistic desire in her eyes as she hovered over his member. She slammed herself down onto him causing them both to let out a loud moan. He grabbed her waist to steady her increasing fluttering. Up and down she went letting her body fall half backward where she grabbed his calves as another form of support, letting her hair fall down to bring new sensations to Jareth's thighs. He felt his pleasure rise up from his shaft.

"Oh.. Jareth…..I ..have.. missed you.. for.. sooo long," she said slowly as she moaned out every word. She then rose up, stopping her trusting and looked down at him. The sudden stop made him open his eyes in confusion, but before he could say anything she leaned down and kissed him. She tucked her hands behind his head and kissed him nice and slow and then rose up again. His eyes watched her as she sat up.

He woke up to a woman screaming.


Sarah laid in her mockery of her bed in her illusion of an apartment. She was not ready for this. She had been in the fetal position for hours now crying. Her predicament was a hard one. She felt like she belonged here. Not in her "apartment" but here in this place, in his castle, but she felt trapped at the same time. It was like her body wanted to be here, be with him, but her mind was not ready to accept that this was her fate. Exhausted from the crying, she reached up to grab a tissue from her night table and wiped her eyes, face, and neck with it. She was in a lot of stress and knew her body couldn't handle it much longer. She laid back down on the bed and covered her head with a pillow.

Then she woke up to a noise. Someone was knocking on her door. She tried to ignore it but the knocking wouldn't stop. She closed her eyes even tighter.

"Sarah?"

She froze. His voice was right next to her. She jumped up to see Jareth at the end of her bed.

"What the fuck are you doing here!? Get out now!"

"Please don't yell, Sarah, I just wanted to talk to you."

"Talk to me?! After you locked me in here for hours?! Leave me alone! Let me go home!"

"But, Precious," he said sweetly, "I want you here with me."

She looked up at him, with hatred in her eyes, wanting to stab him with a knife, but something in the way he looked at her made her immediately forget the thought. His eyes were puffy and bloodshot and his nose was red. He looked like he had been hit by a truck or possibly was suffering from a broken heart.

She let out a huff. "Jareth, listen to me. I know that you think we have something, but can't you see I have a life? A family? They will be… lost without me…there." She knew she stuttered and hoped he hadn't noticed.

"Sarah, we both know that you were alone in your world. You do have a family, but they have moved on without you in it. You have been away for your education a long time. I am not saying they won't miss you, but they would want your happiness," he sat next to her on her bed slowly, "Why are you holding out on what you know you want."

She sat there thinking about her family and how they seemed to have moved on to their own lives. Her father and step-mother had had two more children since she left for college five years ago. It wasn't like they didn't want her around, but they were always busy with what was happening to their young family. They wanted her to have her own life, and she thought she was making it, but she was so lonely all the time. She wanted a love that was like a fairytale and the men of the Aboveground were used to a more modern way of life. Why did she feel so conflicted? She then felt a shock of electricity run through her body. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the gloved hand that rested on hers. She looked up and met his mismatched eyes that looked so sweetly down at her. She watched as if in slow motion as his eyes moved down to her lips and then move slowly to them. The heat stimulated her entire body and she felt herself let go.

He held her head in his hands as he kissed her passionately. She felt his tongue move slightly on her bottom lip and then shocked to find hers doing the same. His kiss was one of skill and she felt herself melt to him as her hands made their way to his shoulders. She felt herself being laid down as he hovered over her still kissing her with fire. His hands moved to start to explore her body and she tensed. A shutter moved down her body and a cold sweat started at the back of her neck.

He must have noticed her hesitation as he rose up to look at her. "Your safe, Sarah, you are safe with me always. I love you."

"Please don't say that, at least not yet. You don't even know me."

"But, I know your heart and the deep desires of your soul…," he growled as he launched himself back down on her lips, kissing her hard. His hands moved over her body and she felt herself give in to the extreme want that her body seemed only to want. He held her close, but still managed to touch her in ways that she never knew she wanted-his hands making soft circles all over her. She heard a loud moan come from her throat that she didn't know was there and this made Jareth respond to her even more. His lips made their way down the length of her dress and he stopped at her covered pelvis. She suddenly felt a breeze on her and became aware that his lips were now touching her exposed skin. She had never experienced anything like this and had never had been so bare in front of a man before. She tensed up again until she unexpectedly felt a huge wave of bliss.

The shock of his movements numbed her and she wasn't sure what to do. She felt so much pleasure that it was almost painful. The feeling when all through her and she found herself grabbing at the bed sheets to keep her grounded. His tongue moved around her most intimate spot which she herself had barely touched. She felt like a fire was moving through her and up to her stomach and down her back. She found herself squeezing her legs tighter and felt his soft hair between her thighs. She never wanted this to end.

She relaxed her body as much as she could, laying back down with her eyes closed. The pleasure suddenly stopped and she sensed his movement. Without warning, she was opened up more. The sudden feeling of excruciating pain radiated from her making the seconds it lasted feel like hours. She opened her eyes at the shock followed by the loudest scream she had ever made.