Jareth's lazy smirk becomes a devious grin at the sight of Brook's stunning outfit. Her body was the definition of a perfect hourglass figure and she moved with a proud grace in her high heels. She looked every inch a gorgeous, grown woman causing an urge in his loins to stir. The lecherous king chuckles at his body's sudden craving for her supple flesh. In due time. He would get everything he desired, but he knew patience was a virtue especially now that he had all the time in the world, for Brook was as much the Labyrinth's prize as his.

Brook can't help but admire the handsome Goblin King dressed in a flashy, but incredibly sexy black cape covered in glitter, and a gleaming black leather jacket that frames his bare, muscular chest perfectly. Her eyes widen at the sight of the large bulge in his tight white pants, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He looked so regal lounging in his chair with one foot kicked up and the other hanging casually, giving her a perfect view of his lean body.

As much as Brook was trying to be calm and collected, he reminded her so much of a graceful wildcat: captivating, majestic, and extremely dangerous. Everything about him from from the knowing smirk on his face, to the relaxed powerful body, and mischievous gleam in his eyes screams predator. That wasn't even counting the fact he could apparently control her with magical powers which she had no idea how to defend herself from. She tries not to let her helplessness show as she gives the King the most polite smile she can manage.

Jareth is pleased Brook is at least making an attempt to be courteous towards him. He could sense her caution which he deemed very wise of the young girl. Though he retained a good control of his emotions, the King could have quite the temper, but it wouldn't do for him to frighten her after she'd just started to play nice. Though that probably won't last long, he sneers to himself as he motions for her to sit beside him. He can't help but notice her eyes avoiding his body, sensing her discomfort with his bared manhood amuses him greatly. She would get used to his sexual appearance and girth in time.

"So tell me precious," his voice is like velvet, extremely pleasant and melodic. "Did you enjoy the room and gifts I prepared for you?"

She looks at him incredulously. What happened to the haughty King who'd kidnapped her with no remorse or compassion? Unless this was all just a part of his game.

He gazes at her expectantly, seeing a weariness creep into her eyes. He shudders lightly, this game of cat and mouse enthralled him. She had no idea what to think and that made her putty in his hands. He wanted to frighten her, take her cruelly, then spoil her, pleasure her. The emotions of mortals were constantly changing, a most excellent source of amusement. Once she accepted him as her King he could do as he pleased with the girl and still have her worship him like a god of pleasure and unequaled love. A dull pang resonates through his worn heart. As much as he loved to be in control and feared as a King, Jareth still craved affection and the love that had eluded him.

Brook decides to play along with the King's pleasantries for now. "The room is gorgeous and I've never owned so many beautiful clothes and jewelry in my life. I think the closet is bigger than my bedroom back home." Home, the word was painful to even think about, but she hid her quivering lip by taking a sip from the goblet before her. She could tell Jareth was eyeing her closely, it seemed he could almost read her thoughts just by observing her face and actions. Much to her surprise the cup is filled with pink lemonade, her favorite drink.

However, she nearly spits it all out as two gloved hands trail down her shoulders. The Goblin King laughs lightly in her ear, teasing her skin which grows more sensitive as he massages her shoulders tenderly. Half of her wants to shove his glittered cape up his ass for touching her without consent and the other part of Brook relishes in the feeling of his touch and the hot sensations of his closeness. He smells amazing, a natural, but intoxicating musk that makes her feel weak and his hands though gloved, give off a warmth that sinks below her skin and makes her insides tingly.

"My, my how tense you are, dearest. After dinner you must come join me in my royal tub, it is most heavenly." Jareth brushes his lips against her hair for added effect, feeling the waves of embarrassment wash over the slightly flustered girl. He could feel his strength beginning to return, his magic began toying with her along with his words and the dominance he claimed over her emotions was restoring his ego and power.

Brook clears her throat hoping to respectfully signal her discomfort. Maybe personal space wasn't commonly taught here. Or he just thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants because he's a spoiled brat. Either way she is shocked and worried by the feelings he gives her with such little effort, she'd never felt such a physical attraction and chemistry this overwhelming before. The thought of her mind handing the reins to her all too eager body was enough for Brook to quickly regain her composure.

"Thank you for the generous offer, your highness," she tries to bite back the slight contempt in her voice as she refers to him by his 'royal title'. "But I've already bathed tonight and am feeling a little tired from all that's happened. It's not everyday you get snatched up by the Goblin King." She couldn't help, but sound slightly bitter as she poked at the pizza that had magically appeared on her plate with just a thought.

Jareth seems unfazed as he returns to his seat and begins digging into a large piece of meat Brook doesn't recognize. "Still moping about your little mistake I see Brooklyn. Lives are shaped by the choices we make and words we say, yours brought you to me and bind you to the Labyrinth. You would do well to forget the past and accept your position." His words ring with truth and mirth. "Or you shall find yourself quite miserable here, precious." She couldn't tell if that was a threat or just him stating a fact, but she realized as much as she hated it, he was right.

"So I'm assuming that means there's no way for me to go back? Even if just to visit?" She looks at his thoughtful eyes with hope. She knows it's unrealistic to think she can return to her normal life seeing as he ignored her wishes before. Perhaps he isn't even capable of returning her, she didn't understand the limits and capabilities of magic.

The King finds her false hope adorable. He knew she was going to be upset at first, it was only natural, but the Labyrinth would slowly erase her memories as she made new ones with him.

"Normally a child is wished away by someone close to them, usually a parent or a sibling. I then give the wisher a chance to reclaim their loved one by solving the Labyrinth. However in your case little one, you wished yourself away to me and therefore have no one to run for you. I could bring you to the beginning of the Labyrinth and let you run it, but the magic wouldn't acknowledge a victory because you have already been placed under my care like all wished away children."

Jareth chuckles as he sees Brook's face fall considerably. "I may be a King, but there are rules that govern society and magic. Lawless creatures with such power would result in utter chaos."

Brook didn't know what to say. She had a feeling there was a reason he hadn't offered her a chance to regain her freedom, but she thought someone as powerful as him might know a loop hole.

"There's really nothing you can do?" She looks at him pleadingly.

That was the moment the Goblin King had been waiting for, sheer desperation. He already thought his proposal more than generous as any other creature would kill for such an honor, but these teenage mortal women could be so stubborn and foolish. He taps his chin in mock thought.

"Well there is one thing, but I know it wouldn't bode well with you precious." His smile is absolutely devious. "If I wished, I could make you my Queen which would grant you some power, one of which would be to visit the Aboveground. However, you would never be able to stay permanently as the magic would always guide you back here to me once we'd bonded."

Brook's mouth literally drops at his suggestion. He was proposing marriage?! She was only 18 and he, god knows how old heis. She shudders at the thought of climbing into bed every night with him. Though the idea was faaar from repulsive, she couldn't just marry someone she barely knew, especially someone so intimidating.

She begins to voice her refusal when Jareth holds his hand up to silence her. She could see he was not impressed by her immediate rejection of the idea, almost as if he wanted this. "Let me finish Brooklyn. As I was saying, if I so wished it, you could become my Queen. However, you would have to prove yourself a worthy mate. As my Queen it would be expected for you to be a tentative wife, a symbol of my power, and eventually the mother of my heir."

Brook is completely unimpressed at the thought of having to prove anything to the Goblin King. The only alternative would be to stay here forever and she had a feeling the glamorous lifestyle would not last if she refused his offer, but she could live with being a servant or finding work. The idea of being royalty was appealing, but having to be a good wife and have children which, she loathed with a passion was just too much for her to handle.

"And if I refuse your offer?"

Jareth can't help but smirk at the fire in her eyes. The defiance reminded him so much of the fight in Sarah's soul and her unwavering stand against him.

He stretches in his chair leisurely, examining her with a sudden disinterest. "Then I see no reason why you shouldn't become a goblin like all the other wished away children. That would be quite regrettable, but I can see you have little interest in having everything you could ever want for such a small price as companionship. Such a pity."

He mocks her reluctant attitude and stupidity. She was a fool if she thought her life here would be even slightly enjoyable if she defied him. But he knew a fate so horrible as being an ugly, repulsive goblin would be unbearable for a girl who already lacked self-confidence and an appreciation for her appearance. He would play on her insecurities until she was comfortable with him and gave into his wants.

Brook is absolutely mortified at the idea of becoming a goblin. Servitude she could handle as that was basically what a 9-5 job was back home, but just the thought of being something that looks like a cross between a gremlin and a leper is unbearable for the teenager.

"Can I at least have time to consider?" Maybe he was lying and there was someone else here who could help her. She didn't want to anger Jareth, but she didn't want to be his wife either.

The Goblin King gives her a devilish smile. He could sense her intentions, but that didn't bother him because he knew she had no hope of escape. But he could gain some brownie points for seeming kind and understanding towards her 'hesitation'.

"But of course," he purrs, motioning for her to come to him. Brook stands reluctantly, but sees no lecherous intent in his eyes. He gently pulls her into his lap and she is again reminded of his large manhood as it presses against her. He lays her head against his chest as he plays with her hair and rubs her back comfortingly. "I know this is a lot to take in, precious and I know what I'm offering might seem like a daunting task now. But I assure you-"

Brook feels her face grow warm as he places a chaste kiss on her forehead. Just the contact of his soft lips makes her whole body burn deliciously.

"I have absolutely no interest in making you such a disgusting creature, I'd much rather admire you on my arm. I will give you time, but in return I ask that you spend time each day with me." There was a longing in his voice, but there was also an air of dominance that Brook didn't care for. She also felt violated having him hold her in such a way, she had a feeling in her gut his actions weren't to just comfort her. She tries to stand up, but he holds her wrists firmly. She sees a flicker of annoyance in his expression and she reluctantly stops struggling.

She notices his bulge between her straddling hips is even bigger than before. She blushes furiously at the closeness of it to her own warm womanhood and finds something very interesting above Jareth's head.

"I can't help but notice your attention on my loins," he sings with a teasingly lustful tone. He finds her discomfort quite arousing and is tempted to throw her on the table and have his way with her right then and there. But the flush of her cheeks and the awkward reactions to his intimate touches is more than enough for the Goblin King to realize she is a virgin. The thought of being the only man to ever touch her is incredibly satisfying, once he made her his she would belong to him alone forever.

"If you want me to bed you Brooklyn, all you need is ask. I promise it will be most satisfactory for the both of us," Jareth is only trying to get a rise out of his bride to be, but he would immediately comply right then and there if she truly wanted it. Even a well composed Fey like himself had urges, ones that he had denied himself for a year. Many a time he had played with the thought of tricking someone into summoning him Aboveground so he could slip into Sarah's room while she slept only for her to awake to him buried deep inside her. The act of taking her innocence and marking what belonged to him would have been extremely pleasurable, even if she hated him for it.

Brook practically falls off his lap at the suggestion. She couldn't believe how conceited he was. Sure a couple lifetimes of sex probably made him an expert, but still she was not willing to give him her virginity. Fed up with his mind games, she gives the suddenly oh-so-innocent King a look of distaste.

"I'm flattered," sarcasm drips from her words. "But I am waiting for someone special, thank you." She puts a strong emphasis on special.

Jareth almost sighs. It would be so much easier if she'd just give in already. Though there wouldn't be much fun that, his playful side reasons.

"Oh come, come precious. Must you always be trying to wound my feelings?" He didn't sound hurt, quite the opposite actually. His voice holds a condescending tone like she's just being a rebellious teenager. "Seeing as we are betrothed, you should warm up to the idea of our future love making."

Brook yanks herself out of his grip this time and glares angrily at those haughty eyes that made her furious and hotly bothered at the same time. "You said you'd give me time to think," she snaps accusingly. She hated how composed and calm he was, acting so superior to her.

"Yes I am willing to give you time, to publicly accept my offer. However, it will come into question why I am suddenly allowing a child to escape the fate of becoming a goblin. An engagement would be the only acceptable excuse so we are betrothed from this point on unless you want to become a goblin right now."

Brook bites her lip angrily, he'd failed to mention that little detail before. "Why would it come into question? You're the King, who would challenge you?" She asks suspiciously, not believing him for a second.

Jareth raises his eyebrows at her as if the stupidest words he's ever heard just came out of her mouth. "I am the ruler of my Kingdom, yes. But as I said before, there are laws in place here and those laws are enforced by a high council of my kind."

Brook suddenly feels ignorant, it was ridiculous for her to think the Goblin King's Castle and Labyrinth were the only places in this entire new world. She hangs her head in defeat and frustration. "I need to be alone," she turns away quickly to run out the doors when a strong arm whirls her around pressing her into the bare skin of a chiseled chest.

"Precious," he coos in that overly confident and now extremely satisfied tone of his. "Do not fret, as I said I can be a fair King. Just let me rule you and I can make your life a blissful dream."

Brook was really quite tired of his cockiness. She was not something for him to own and she certainly wouldn't respect him if he would continue to treat her as such. She pulls away from his embrace and yanks open one of the wooden doors. Her blazing eyes meet his slightly scowling ones.

"I am not a toy Jareth, so don't treat me like one. You are sorely mistaken if you think I'm just going to let you control me like a slave for your amusement." With that she slams the door behind her so hard the wall shakes. The Goblin King laughs at how wrong his new fiancé is.

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