Disclaimer: This is a MATURE chapter for adult readers only. If you are uncomfortable with his kind of material, or are not yet 18 years old, PLEASE skip to the next chapter. You will miss nothing crucial to the storyline. If you do continue to read this, enjoy. I did.

Sarah's innocent remark of needing help with her laces had completely undone Jareth, releasing the passionate beast that he kept restrained. Beneath his lips Sarah melts, her hands twinning into his hair. Jareth let his fingers walk up her spine, moving to the knot in the lacing at the back of her dress. She trembled, her own hands slipping around to the front of his tuxedo, edging the jacket off his shoulders.

Jareth let Sarah do as she wished, simply undoing the knot of her lacings, not pushing. He wanted the bodily pleasures of marriage, but not at the price of forcing Sarah to do so reluctantly. Her fingers slipped each gold button from it's mooring, exposing his pale and heaving chest to her. Sarah let her fingertips lightly brush his skin, eliciting small sounds of pleasure from Jareth.

Oh Gods, don't stop. Don't ever stop!

Her fingertips were cool and soft skinned as the skimmed downwards through his light mat of platinum blonde chest hair, his desire half erect and growing harder. Sarah dipped her fingers into Jareth's waistline, circling her hands to his back to undo the button and zipper of his pants, her tongue toying with his in erotic innocence.

Jareth's skin was like the softest satin she had ever felt. Sarah grew bold from his kiss and the bodily responses her touch garnered. She had thought all male body hair would be coarse, but Jareth's wasn't. It wasn't soft either. It felt more like velvet to her. Sarah knew why Jareth refrained from touching her; he wanted her to set the pace. So set it she will.

Gently she pulled her mouth from his, wanting to see Jareth's reactions. His eyes were darkened and glazed by passion, lips moist and swollen. Sarah marveled on the power that she could turn the Goblin King into a man not beyond the reach of love and desire. She cherished it.

"You're too dressed." Sarah pushed Jareth's white shirt off his shoulders, hearing it flutter to the floor. In the firelight provided by the monstrous fireplace Jareth looked as if he were made of ivory his skin was so pale and sculpted.

"So are you." Jareth replied, slowly unlacing her bodice, fingers gently teasing the sensitized flesh of her back. Sarah let out a soft moan, letting her hands continue.

Please let me die! No, don't. This feels wonderful.

Jareth now knew Sarah was serious in giving herself to him by the way she looked at him. Her big blue-hazel eyes were an earthy color in the flickering light, seeing him as if he were a delicacy to be savored. He kinda liked the idea of Sarah slowly eating him, making his blood shoot into his growing shaft.

As his fingers deftly plucked at the lacings on her back, Sarah's hands were in the process of peeling his pants away from his body. They had ceased kissing and were now watching each other, becoming aroused that way.

Cheating Jareth used his magic to dissolve the last ties on the back of Sarah's dress, mad with desire to see her, taste her, have her. She had succeeded in freeing his now fully erect member from his pants and was unable to tear her eyes away. Taking her hand with a murmured, "It's okay," Jareth placed her hand on him.

Oh my, oh my, oh my!

Sarah let her fingers explore the thick length of him, marveling at the silky velvet over steel feel of Jareth. He was pulsing in time with her heartbeat, the purplish red head of it twitching. How was something that big going to fit in her? She ran her index finger along his length and a shuddering breath ripped out of him.

"It's so big."

"But not too big." Jareth said gently. He motioned for them to move to the bed. "But that comes later."

Later? Sarah wondered crawling onto the soft bed as Jareth untied the gauzy canopy. He then followed her to the middle of the bed, firelight still able to illuminate their night. He looked painfully aroused from the slow and deliberate way he crawled up her body, teasing her.

"Don't be afraid sweetling." Jareth crooned, skimming his lips lightly over her hot skin as he moved towards her mouth. "I'll teach you all you need to know."

"I'm not afraid." Sarah whispered truthfully, body beginning to ache. But what her body was hungering for she wasn't absolutely sure. "Teach me everything."

"Oh I will, my love. I will." He lowered his mouth to hers, tasting like power and dark sensuality.

He kissed her softly, running his tongue along the contours of her mouth, memorizing it. Sarah tasted of innocence and passion, and soon Jareth would sample her other delicacies. Her body was soft beneath his, but deceptively strong, all open and inviting. Just the thought of loving Sarah made Jareth lightheaded.

Dragging his mouth from hers he moved to taste the tangy skin of her neck, his hard and fully erect penis grinding into the sheets between her legs. Sarah's skin was so smooth, almost like living moonbeams, damp with building excitement. Jareth's tongue burrowed at her pulse point, wanting to feel the pumping with every part of his body. A soft, sexy moan escaped her lips, urging him on.

"Oh, oh God!" Sarah gasped as Jareth's mouth sought her large, firm breasts. In all his years he'd never met anyone as responsive as Sarah, her hands knotted into his hair as he chastely kissed her nipples. But that wasn't enough, so he gently sucked the pebbled peaks into his mouth, a shuddering moan escaping Sarah.

Sarah had never felt anything so wonderful as Jareth's mouth on her breasts, sucking her gently. The liquid heat of his mouth scaled her and added to the impressive heat building inside her. His abdomen rested against her most intimate place, the difference in skin textures making tremors race up her spine. Moaning deeply she gripped his hair, holding him to her breast as she arched her back.

Jareth's chest rumbled against her stomach, tickling her. Sarah's free hand was running up and down his bare back, her nails lightly scratching. Suddenly she recognized the deep and marvelous sound coming from the man she loved.

"Jareth." Sarah gasped. "Are you laughing at me?" She nearly whimpered when he removed his mouth from her.

"Not at you love, but your uninhibited reactions." Jareth's breath danced over her damp nipples. "But it makes the experience all the more enjoyable." To prove his point he pressed down, causing the very tip of his sexuality to brush the wet ache between her legs.

"Ooh. Well, don't stop." His hot head had felt amazing as it tickled against her curl cloaked innocence, shooting tingles straight to her head.

Not bothering with a reply Jareth leaned up to look down at Sarah. She lay open and prone, prettily flushed and radiating passion. Savoring the sensation of the blood pulsing in his member he gazed upon beauty in rare perfection. Her agitated and reddened nubs were signs of his loving as Sarah's chest heaved.

Lovingly he skimmed his hands down her smooth, flat stomach, his eyes following the movement of his hands. Jareth felt the breath knocked out of him at the sight of Sarah's apex. She had the thickest patch of curls he has ever seen, hiding her feminine secrets behind dark brown, saturated hair.

Saturated. Sarah was so responsive to his touch that she was so ready she was dripping. As a matter of fact, Jareth saw where a bead of her juices had soaked the sheets below. He felt his nostrils flaring, trying to catch her scent. His penis became larger at the sight, if that were possible.

"You are so beautiful Sarah." Jareth said quietly, almost in reverence. And he meant it too. She was a rarity among women, with the capacity to rule a kingdom, herself and him.

"I love you."

"Really?" Sarah was gasping, desperation thickening her voice.

"Truly." He replied with a sly grin. She wondered at that until her body jumped, something touching her between her legs.

"Relax." It stroked through her curls. "It's just my finger." Lightly he skimmed it against her, making her swoon.

For a finger, it sure felt magical, slipping between the folds that hid her feminine sex. He rubbed her down low before moving higher, drawing her moisture up, warming her. He was gentle with her, as if he didn't want to bruise her.

"More please." She begged, thrusting her hips upwards, urging his hand on. He complied, pressing the heel of his hand to her as his finger sought impossibly further. She shook when he slowly withdrew his hand, feeling empty. He could not simply show her pleasures and then slip aw – Oh.

Jareth buried his face between her thighs, effectively cutting off her disappointment. His tongue snaked out, touching her briefly. It wasn't enough for Sarah. Opening wider she bent her knees, placing her feet flat on the mattress, offering herself up to him. He accepted, burrowing his talented tongue deeper.

"Ohhhh, oh yes. Yes!"

Sarah was delightful under his tongue, being amazingly responsive and vocal. She tasted like heaven to Jareth who was lapping her, whipping her. She was richer than dark chocolate and finer than the best wine. She was also very soft, very delicate.

She was dusky rose colored beyond her forest of curls, and her nub of pleasure was a hidden treasure for his plunder. Sarah was gripping his shoulders, lifting her hips into his face. Her liquid passion was creamy on his tongue and lips, firing his desire to bury himself inside her.

Her inner walls began quivering, pulsing around his tongue and Jareth knew she was near her edge. He couldn't let Sarah have her first climax at this early stage. With one last long sweep he pulled away and dropped a chaste kiss on her wet curls

Soon my love you will find what you are looking for.

"Wh – Why did you stop?" Sarah asked as Jareth moved off her to lay by her side. His chest was heaving like hers, lips still glazed with her juices.

"Just as I explored you, you shall now explore me." He replied. "And I shall teach you what pleasures me, just as you showed me."

"Oooh."

Explore him? The way he did me?

Sarah couldn't wait to touch him, so she quickly pounced, settling her soaking wet center on his abdomen above his straining penis. She felt Jareth's muscles ripple under her with a building boldness. Explore him she would.

Sarah started with a slow, luxurious kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. With a slow circular motion she ground her wet heat against the base of his masculinity. Jareth, in turn, rolled his hips under hers, making her gasp against his mouth. His curls were tangled with hers, creating unique sensations. Sarah thought she would pass out from desire.

She briefly paid homage to his chest, having already worshiped it with her hands. But as she worked her way down, she noted how strong his body was and that, despite being slim, he was as muscular as any man. Softly she pressed a kiss to his belly button before moving on.

Looking at Jareth's erect and trembling manhood Sarah reverted back to her shy self, the inexperienced virgin. Biting her lip, she decided to go on blind instinct. She touched the tip of her tongue to his head, licking up the bead of white substance there. He tasted tangy, like an erotic spice.

Jareth nearly come undone at Sarah's tentative touch. Taking pity Jareth moved out of Sarah's reach saying,

"Wait. You can explore me at another time. Tonight I'm the driver."

Sarah simply nodded, to new to fully understand that once they make love her shyness will fade. She lay back, limp and waiting for him. Passion had cooled a bit on both sides, but Jareth knew it wouldn't last long.

"This may hurt at first." Jareth reassured her as he settled over her. "But only this one time."

"I know." Sarah kissed him softly. "I'm ready."

Looking into Sarah's eyes Jareth slowly pressed his cap to her dewiness, wanting to see her reactions. She gasped and accepted him into her, eyes wide. He hurt her as only love can, completely transforming her into Fey.

With tenderness Jareth continued to rock, her body adjusting rapidly. Sarah repeated his name over and over, matching his rhythm. Time drifted away, lost in the night. She was warmth, wetness, silkiness all in one around him as he drove himself deep.

Sarah felt whole, for the first time in ages she felt complete. Jareth wasn't too big, and he made love to her as if she were precious. The pressure built as she panted his name, straining for the bliss she knew was waiting. With a few feral and consuming thrusts that pushed her higher on the bed Sarah's world exploded into glitter and stardust, Jareth's heat spiking into her core.

As she came down from that high she felt his thrusts gentle and slow until he was still. His arms trembled on either side of her from exhaustion and the strain of holing his weight up. Jareth's breaths were hot against her skin, Sarah struggling for breath as well.

"My Gods." He gasped, voice rough. "You, my love, are absolutely amazing."

"I – I am?" She managed to ask.

"Yes, and we'll explore other avenues." Jareth lifted his hips from hers, tickling her as he drew himself out, leaving her feeling empty. "But for now I suggest we sleep."

Sarah curled into his arms, entranced by the completeness of the moment. Her thighs, slick from passion, nestled against his damp and spent manhood. His strong arms pulled her close, her eyes drooping tiredly, the smell of their sex a wonderful aroma.

"Sleep well sweetling." Jareth murmured.

"Mmm-hm."