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Memory Lane
Chapter 8
Sarah awoke snuggled-up in bed. She felt completely refreshed until she saw a stern-looking Goblin King staring down at her.
"You wanted to ask me something?" He asked.
Sarah nodded and reluctantly got out of comfortable bed. She went to her satchel and began digging through it. Under all the useless supplies was the thing she desired.
She pulled out the little red book, opened it and turned around.
"But what no one knew was that the Goblin King fell in love with her, and gave her certain powers." She read aloud and then looked over at Jareth expectantly.
"What?" He asked.
"Damn it, Jareth! Is it true?" She yelled and then threw the book to the floor.
It landed right in front of Jareth's feet and he stared down at it for a couple moments, his expression blank. When he met Sarah's gaze again, it was like the beginning of a storm in his eyes. He walked over to her with all the grace and predation of a jungle cat.
"I don't see why it matters at this point," He said.
"It matters! Did you only pretend to love me to steal my brother?" Sarah asked.
Jareth's expression was dark as he studied her. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, he sighed.
"I don't think you'll like the answer," He said.
Sarah's stomach dropped. Of course, he didn't love her. And now she had revealed her feelings to him through her fantasies. What a fool she was. So easily brought in by a handsome Goblin King. She turned away from him, because she didn't want him to see her tear up.
"Sarah," He said, and she wondered if what she heard in his voice was compassion.
"Just turn me into a goblin already." She said.
"Sarah," He said again, and lightly placed his hands on her shoulders. "I wanted your brother. I wanted him for my heir. That's the truth. But it doesn't mean that I didn't also want you."
Sarah held her breath as she heard him shift behind her.
"I won't lie to you. I did try to seduce you. I thought a young, naïve girl would easily fall for my charms, especially after I saw that romantic ballroom dream of yours." He said, his breath tickling her ear.
He reached out and wound his arms around her front, pulling her back into him.
"I did fall," Sarah said. "I was naïve."
"But you weren't, precious." He said. "You did the right thing by saving your brother instead of falling into my arms."
Sarah scoffed derisively.
"It was only because I was too young to understand or really want what you were offering. Look at me now, giving up all my power, exposing all of myself to you." Sarah's face was hot from embarrassment and anger. Angry at herself for being so weak and foolish when she was once so strong.
"Love makes you do foolish things," Jareth said as he begun to nuzzle her ear.
While her body welcomed his gentle touch, her mind struggled to comprehend it.
"Why, I once lost an heir because I let love make me foolish," He said.
"So you did love me?" She asked.
"Yes, but at the same time I hated you for not loving me back," He said and then turned her gently in his arms. "Up until now you've been such a mystery."
A crescendo rose in her chest as he leaned down to her. She realized then that his eyes weren't actually mis-matched, but that his pupils were simply dilated differently, giving the appearance of two different colors. She wondered why that was, and for a second got distracted. But then his soft lips met hers. His hot mouth tasted clean and crisp. It reminded her of the rain in July. He unfastened her hair and wound his hands into it. His long, powerful fingers massaged her scalp and she felt all her tension melt away.
Sarah pressed her hands against his chest, finally feeling the soft flesh she always longed to touch. The heat emanating from him and his soft groans were things that, even in her most detailed fantasy, she never thought of. This was so much better than her dreams because it was real. She was feeling him for the first time and it overloaded her senses.
He pulled away from her for just a moment, and she was about to protest but then he swept her up in his arms. He carried her back to the bed and laid her down on it.
He began tugging at the delicate fabric of her dress, slipping it down her shoulders and arms as he kissed and nipped his way up and down her neck.
In a sudden rush of passion, Sarah roughly pushed her hands into his shirt and pulled it off of him. There was a tearing noise as the fabric split at the bottom.
"Sorry," She said sheepishly.
"Nmm, getting a little rough are we?" Jareth said with a growl and then took her bottom lip in his mouth and bit down on it playfully.
Sarah smiled into the kiss and wound her hands up in his soft, silken hair. Jareth ground his hips into hers, and she responded by arching her back and moaning his name. He continued to undress her, pulling off her bra with ease. As soon as her nipples met the cool air they hardened, and he took one into his mouth while he fondled the other.
"Yes," Sarah hissed.
"Sarah," Jareth breathed her name, reluctantly pulling away from her exquisite breasts.
Sarah stared into his perfectly imperfect eyes and felt her insides turn to hot mush. She traced the line of his thin brow that curiously arched up at the end. She drank in all his finite features. From his glittery peach eye-lids, to his sharp and devilish chin.
"Yes?" She asked, her voice as breathy and manic as his.
"I won't take you if I can't keep you. So tell me now, will you stay here and be mine forever?" He asked.
She could tell he was nervous, and from the tantalizing hardness that was pressing into her groin she knew that he didn't want to stop. But she could see the reluctance on his face. He would stop. He was trying to keep his wits, something he had neglected to do last time. She wondered how long he had been working at that.
She couldn't help it, she chuckled at him.
"I thought I was no longer a mystery." She said.
He gently cupped her face in his hands, and as he spoke his deep voice cracked a little.
"I lied to you, my precious." He said and held two fingers over her mouth so that she couldn't speak. "My love for you is so great that I could never leave you powerless. One word is all it would take to send you back home."
At that, Sarah's eyes widened. She could have left at any time? What a tricky king he was.
"So I need your declaration," he said.
Slowly, he pulled his hands away from her and rested them on the pillow, giving her the freedom to talk.
She smiled seductively at him and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them into place.
"I love you King Jareth, and I wish-wait," Sarah furrowed her brow. "If I stay here, will I turn into a Goblin?"
Jareth's laugh was low and throaty.
"As I said. You have the power to determine that yourself." He said.
"Ah, so no big warts or shriveled skin if I don't want it?" She asked with a grin.
"No, not unless you want it." He said.
"Well then," Sarah said and tightened the hold her legs had on him. "Then I wish to never leave your side."
As he hovered over her, staring down and admiring her beautiful face, Jareth felt a wave of relief. Finally, he had Sarah, and she loved him as much as he loved her.
"Well, it certainly took you long enough," He said and then pressed his lips to hers, stopping her from replying back with equal cheek.
His hot mouth found her breast once again, and this time instead of fondling the other his hand drifted down and slipped inside her damp panties.
His talented fingers massaged her soft flesh; setting her pelvis on fire and making all her exhales turn to soft moans.
Sarah's head rolled back, and she reveled in the moment as Jareth explored her body. She felt so wanton, so ready and eager to give herself over to him completely. It was making her crazy.
"Jareth," She moaned as he slipped a finger inside her.
He licked up the side of her throat, all the way to her lips and then dipped his tongue inside her mouth. She tasted his soft flesh, and wound her fingers around his neck, feeling the muscles there swell and contract as his jaw moved.
When he added another finger she felt her spine prickle with heat and her womb ache. She began rocking her hips back and forth, going in opposition to the thrusts of his fingers.
"Please, inside me," She mumbled, breaking their kiss.
Jareth stared down at her hungrily, his hair falling in a curtain around them. He obeyed her, and slipped off his grey riding pants.
Sarah reached for his erection, but wasn't close enough. He indulged her, shifting upwards a little so that she could grab him. She ran her fingers over his hard erection and sac, caressing him as gently as she could. His cock was red with want, and she squeezed it in her hand.
"Sarah," He whispered huskily.
She ran her fingers back up his gorgeous body as he came back down to face her. He positioned himself between her thighs.
Sarah had practiced this plenty of times on her own, and so knew the sensation she was about to experience.
Jareth eased into her wetness, and her body accepted him happily. Sarah stretched her hands above her head and underneath the pillow. Her vision became clouded with white specks as he dove in all the way to the hilt.
They stared at each other, mouths slightly agape as their bodies absorbed the pleasure. Not closing their eyes, they brushed their lips together. Sarah wasn't sure it could get any better. Then Jareth begun to pull out, and just when he was about fall out, he pushed right back in.
Sarah cried out into his mouth. Jareth continued to work in and out, keeping complete control and never allowing himself to speed up too much.
Jareth wanted Sarah to come before him, so he reached down and began rubbing light circles around her clit.
"Jareth," Sarah said, her voice a little panicked. "It's too much,"
"Good," He said.
Sarah felt herself teetering on the edge, not wanting to give in, but it was no use. She fell. Her whole body convulsed as the orgasm overtook her. Her chest heaved, and she threw her head back and screamed.
When the waves of pleasure subsided, she refocused her attention on Jareth, who was barely coherent at the moment. She blushed, feeling embarrassed for having cum quicker than a teenage boy.
In the aftermath of orgasm, Sarah's vaginal walls quaked and began to tighten up. Jareth groaned as it happened. So that's what he'd been after. Sarah clenched her walls even tighter, watching as it caused him to seize up and shudder.
She chuckled at his duress. He looked down at her and narrowed his eyes. If he had been capable of speech, he might've said 'Oh yea?' But as it was, he attempted to convey the message with a smirk.
He quickened his thrusts suddenly. Doubling the speed and making them much more powerful. The abrupt change sent a wave of pleasure throughout Sarah's body. She weakly moaned at his revenge. A happy victim.
Jareth let all his weight on her so that he could cup her face with his free hand. Dazed from pleasure, he stared into her eyes, feeling her breath on his lips. When he started to cum he pressed his lips to hers, and rode out his orgasm while sucking on her bottom lip.
Sarah could tell when he came, and the feel of his body, his grunting and sighs, his powerful thrusts, all set her off again.
When it was over, he stayed lying on top of her and basked in the afterglow. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their muscles ticked from all the exercise.
Eventually, Jareth slid off, and Sarah turned to her side so that they were lying face-to-face. He gently kissed her forehead and smiled.
"I love you," Jareth said.
They stared at each other as the sun set outside, until the whole room filled with blue twilight. When the air became chilly, Jareth pulled up the silk covers around them, and wrapped his arms around her - his Queen.
Sarah fell asleep against him, happy to finally be home.
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