Memories
The Fairy Queen strode through the courtyard clad in a long gown of pale green, its skirts frothed with lace and the satin clinging to her breasts swathed in pearls. The fountain sparkling multi-colored in the twilight, the flowers blooming brightly around her ankles as their scents twined in the warm air.
"Leave me," she ordered the gaggle of fairies attending her as she reached a door. They scattered, giggling.
The door swung open before her and she slid through into the cool darkness within.
She eagerly shed her cloak and relaxed onto the dais, reaching for a goblet of flower-scented wine. She waved a hand and several lamps lit, casting petals of light.
"Your Majesty," a deep voice rumbled from a shadowed alcove. The queen gazed smiling as a man stepped forth. His hooves clopped gently against the floor as he stepped before the dais, sinking into a bow. She rose and set down her goblet, then fingered the elaborate leather sash crossing the satyr's broad chest.
"It's been a long time, Thaedrus," she said, her eyebrows arching.
"It is always too long, Your Majesty," he replied, his gaze lustful yet polite upon her.
She chuckled and pulled him to her.
His hands slid down her satin gown, its pearls glimmering in the lamplight.
"Your gown, Your Majesty," he said, his hands straying to the ties. She danced away from him and the gown came smoothly from her shoulders. She stepped out of it and sent it flying to hang over a chair with a gesture. She smiled an invitation and they sank into the dais together.
The satyr's rough hands caressed her breasts as he slid down to burrow his nose into her downy hair. He began to lick and she moaned. He snorted and groaned as he ground his face into her wetness, his hands digging into her hips as she cried out.
His eyes were crazed as he raised his face from her thighs. He flung her over, pulling her bottom to him, he struggled to plunge his huge phallus into her.
She wriggled back against him, the tension straining her shoulders. He inched into her, pushing frantically.
He sank his length halfway into her then froze, his eyes wide and staring.
"Yes, now," she whispered.
Thaedrus reached between her thighs to pinch her ripe berry between his fingers as he began to pump furiously. He picked up speed and she began to babble in pleasure.
A shadow flickered over their straining forms as a snowy owl flapped through the window. The satyr froze and the Goblin King rose over them.
"Well, well, well," Jareth said, rage lighting his eyes.
"Don't stop," the queen commanded the satyr.
Thaedrus hesitated, caught between the king's jealous rage, the queen's command and his own lust.
"Oh, fine," said the queen, glancing toward Jareth. She flung a hand toward him and the king staggered back against the wall.
"Continue," she commanded, pulling the satyr's hand between her thighs once more. His fingers moved automatically as his hips picked up speed again.
Jareth watched as she moaned, her body shuddering. The satyr was pumping frantically, his face transported with pleasure.
Sarah gave a final sigh and abruptly pulled away from the frantic satyr, rising and clothing herself once more. Thaedrus just barely kept himself from seizing her, to finish what they had started. He flushed with humiliation as he saw that she was done with him.
"Thank you, Thaedrus, that will be all," she said, picking up her goblet and turning to face the Goblin King, smiling triumphantly.