Part 7

"Sara." It wasn't a question or an answer, simply a word uttered by Him. He was there with her.

Sara felt around her again, slowly, she felt the things she had bumped into. They felt like pillars. Focusing on one of them she felt on top, what was that? It felt like a candle.

"Oubliette means 'to forget' in French."

Where was he? Sara moved her hands out on front of her. She started to breath heavy. She was sacred. Where was he!

"But we couldn't forget, could we?" His voice was so soft, so velvety, like a snake. Sara felt his words in the darkness, like cresses.

There, in front of her somewhere, she heard him move. Sara stopped. She concentrated on breathing. She had to calm down...

"Naturally, I know you could never forget me. And you, well I'll admit I have thought on you from time to time." The room flared to life with candle light.

Sara blinked. As her eyes adjusted to the light she noticed that the room was surrounded by pillars with candles, and in the center of the room was Jareth. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked upon him.

He was leaning slightly on a wooden cane with some strange markings, and a crystal ball on top. Once she gathered her nerve to look at him, rather than anything, everything else in the room, she saw that he was wearing white pants that were so tight; they looked like they were painted on. By a very skilled artiest. The only hint that they were real was the small line of buttons that trailed downward at an angle. And she also couldn't help but notice that he was very happy, and very, very...large.

So that's why they made you King, Sara thought. She felt the warmth of the blood rushing to her face, turning her cheeks a bright scarlet red. Sara's mouth suddenly felt dry. She looked up and saw that he was again, with no shirt, only his necklace. Even in this light his chest looked muscled, his abs well defined she suddenly had a thought of licking them, to see if they were real. Shocked at the thought Sara's eyes darted up to his face.

Jareth stood still and allowed her to take the scene all in. He smiled, tossed the cane to the floor and started to walk towards her. She was frozen like a rabbit and couldn't back up. This pleased him even more. She had nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide. And the thought that she would refuse him now was simply absurd.

He stopped a few feet away from her. "Come here Sara."

Sara couldn't move, and if she could move where would she go? Stand up to him she though, show him that he meant nothing to her. That thought was quickly followed by her mentally slapping herself. He meant nothing? Right. She lifted her chin and took a step forward.

Jareth grinned, showing a flash of teeth. She looked an absolute wreck, her hair was tussled and had twigs in the matted mess, there was a slight smear of dirt on her left cheek, and scratches on her hands. But he didn't care; he just wished that it was he who had gotten her into such a state of disarray. And he would. He closed the distance between them. And leaned close to her ear.

Sara shivered as she felt his breath on her throat. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back and sighed. Suddenly all the nights she had dreamed of him came rushing back to her. But this was real. Sara felt his body next to hers, felt the incredible heat he was giving off. She secretly gloried in it. In her dreams she was always free, always willing. But what now, now he was here, for real and she suddenly didn't want it to stop.

He grabbed her and moved closer to her ear, than he whispered, "Love me." He moved painfully slowly back to her face trailing kisses as he went. She couldn't meet his eyes. Sara looked down. Jareth took her chin in his hand and gently lifted her face to him.

She looked up into his eyes, one then the other. They appeared to meld into a sea, and she was falling into that sea. Lost in that gaze. So lost that she didn't notice when he leaned down and touched her lips with his.

The kiss was soft, painfully soft. It felt like he was barely touching her. Jareth was going mad with need; all he wanted was to take her. Make her his, so no one else could ever lay claim on her. But he was trying, gods he truly was trying to go slow, don't scare the little rabbit, sneak up on it, and then swoop in for the kill.

Sara leaned into him. She couldn't stop herself; she put her hands on his chest for support. The kiss turned more demanding. Jareth guided her hands around his waist as the kiss deepened. His lips pressed to her, he opened her mouth to gain access. His mind racing he slid his tongue inside. She was wet and hot and he knew she would be in other places as well. This caused him to growl. He stepped closer, and as he kissed her, his hands moved down her body. He felt his way to her pants and started to undo them.

Sara was lost, his touch was like a drug, and she was fast becoming addicted. She moaned and he entered her mouth, his tongue demanding her every thought. Her body felt full. Her nipples tingled against her shirt, straining to get free. She suddenly wanted to touch him, more of him. Distantly she heard him growl. Sara shuddered.

Jareth broke free of the kiss and trailed kisses down her throat; seemly on their own accord Sara's hands went from his waist to feeling his chest. He found a spot on her neck and bit down hard. At the same time his hand slid down her pants to touch her soft mound. She was so hot, and already wet. Just waiting of him. His self control was slipping, but to feel her that way made him bite harder just as one of his fingers slipped between her folds. He wanted to taste her flesh, feel it between his teeth, and know her, all of her. Sara screamed half in pain, half in pleasure; she was so confused, what was happening? This was the enemy wasn't it? He released her neck and found her other ear, "Fear me!"

Sara felt weak, she felt like she would fall, but he was there, overwhelming every other thought in her head. Nothing mattered but him. He moved back up to her mouth and kissed her again. There was nothing soft or gentle about it now. It was all need, all demand, it took everything she had. And she was giving everything she had back to the kiss. Jareth growled again moved his hand and ground himself into her. He pushed so hard that they hit the wall, knocking over two of the pillars of candles. These clothes, these damn cloths, there were too many.

"Do as I say Sara. Remove your clothes." He wanted nothing more that to wish the clothes away or better yet, to rip them off her body. But he had to stand firm, she would obey him!

The thought was finished in her head, he had said this before... and I will be your slave. But all thoughts were then gone, all she knew is she wanted to get closer to him, she wanted to feel what those abs felt like rubbing against her breasts. She fumbled with her pants, pulling them down with frantic need. The started on her shirt.

With a growl of frustration, Jareth ripped the bottoms off of his own pants and freed himself. Sara's pants were gone, he could smell her, and he wanted to be in her. He grabbed her by the waist, and picked her up. They hit the wall behind them, Sara was trapped, and with her shirt half off her arms were pinned. She felt him throbbing against her; Sara whimpered that she couldn't see what was happening. But then again, she didn't care.

Jareth smiled at the thought of keeping her like that, helpless, his. But he wanted to feel her touch his. But he would make her beg for it. There was nothing gentle, or slow about how he took her, she was trapped against the wall, her arms bound, Jareth could not hold back any longer. In one swift thrust he entered her slamming into her. He glorified as she screamed is name. She was so hot, so tight, and so perfect. All those nights, all those restless dreams, now coming to fulfillment.

Sara felt undone. She felt her body spasm as he entered her. It was so incredible, this was no dream. He was so hot and hard and long, she felt him to the very core of her being, but it wasn't enough, she had to feel all of him, she needed to hold him. Struggling with the shirt she tried to free herself. After he entered her he had stopped, just holding her, his breath hot against her ear, she could feel it coming through the blasted shirt, but what was worst is he was inside her, not moving, throbbing with need. He was driving her mad.

Jareth was glorifying the feeling of being embedded in her. He wanted to make this last forever if he could. He wanted to make her beg, but it was driving him slowly mad not to thrust into her, again and again. "Please" she begged, "please let me touch you." He growled at her struggles and ripped the shirt from her body.

Their eyes met and they told the same story, this was how it was meant to be, from the very beginning of time. They moved into a kiss at the same time, mouths grinding the kiss deepening, and Jareth slowly started to move inside her, slower, gentler. Sara held on for dear life, she started to move with him, helping him go deeper. They were moving together. Slowly building speed. Sara's nails embedded themselves in his back. Jareth broke from the kiss, howled and turning, they wound up on the floor.

Sara wasn't aware of what was happening. Her body seemed to be continually cumming. Over and over she orgasmed. It wasn't possible, yet it was happening. Just as a wave had washed over her he would change just a fraction and her body would build again to dizzying heights. They fell to the floor, Jareth on top of her, riding her, beating again and again into her body. Jareth felt her body tighten, he glorified at her body's response, a few moments later he came as well.

Panting they looked into each others eyes. "Sara" Jareth whispered, "I can't stop." He started to move again, his body going beyond the possible. Males were not generally supposed to have multiple orgasms, and yet he had, he had cum again and again and couldn't stop. Don't let this end, he thought, don't ever leave me again.

Sara smiled and held onto him, moving against him. They were doing the impossible. Yet it was happening. This time it was slow. Together they found a slow rhythm. Jareth had his head buried in her hair, breathing deep, whispering in the ear. Sara was trailing kisses on his chest. But it was happening again, the pressure was building towards a mind shattering conclusion. Then it happened. They came together. Jareth threw back his head and howled in an inhuman voice, just as Sara screamed as well.

Something happened at that moment to the world around them. Though the only thing they could feel was each other. The world beyond seemed to moan, a wave of magic seemed to move towards the Oubliette then fling outward.

The wave rushed over the woods, and echoed through the entire kingdom, rushing towards the wall that surrounded the labyrinth. It crashed into the wall, rose then started to soak into the land. Everything and everyone in the Labyrinth was filled with it. In the castle Hoggle was thrown to the ground as the wave rocked the walls, he looked up and watched as Hedgewort started to change, and a new life was brought to him, he dropped the bowl he was holding and fell down.

The Gremlin Queen's head snapped up, hitting it on the hood of the engine cover. The man beside her inquired if she was ok, but her thoughts were dominated by the Underground. Something had happened. Why was she still in this world? All around little Gremlins heads popped out of the plane they were exploring and looked at Cindy. We must return!

A flood of nanites washed over her body, covering her every inch then started to melt down into the floor, Cindy was melting away, slowly going back to the Underground. Tic and Toc looked at each other than the mechanic. Startled at seeing the creatures for the first time, amazed at watching the mystery woman melt away, and generally wondering if he was awake he looked down at the gremlins. They reached up and took his hands.

Jareth seemed to recover first. He found himself lying on his side, arms and legs intertwined; he was still inside Sara, but slowing growing soft again. Sated. Feeling full of more power than he had ever experienced before in his life. He felt Sara's breath on his chest, and he held her near for a moment.

Slowly he stood up; he reached down to take Sara by the hand. There was a fluttering of wings, a flowing of feathers against their skin. Sara looked up at the King and saw he was wearing white, and a robe of feather and bone, he seemed to shine. There was no doubt of his power, his power over her. Sara reached up and took his hand the feathers fluttered around her; she looked down and found a beautiful flowing white gown on her body, and felt the robe on her back. Knowing it would match his.

"My Queen." Jareth bowed. Then took her into his embrace.