Jareth spun on his heal clapping his hands.
"Goblins?" he called. "A feast, a ball, a celebration for my new bride." Goblins came hurrying out of the castle cackling in delight. "Invite the Prince's from the far away land and the council. There must be food and dancing and singing." Jareth twirled over to Sarah picking her up and spinning her again. "And, yes why not? Order yourselves two thousand chickens to be delivered to the courtyard forthwith." The Goblins whooped and crawed as Jareth began kicking them from the top of the steps, across the driveway and onto the lawn. The entire steps of the castle were covered with goblins all clamouring for it to be their turn next. Sarah covered her mouth with her hand in an effort not to laugh out loud. Through the chaos Jareth reached out his hand, grabbing Sarah's and pulling her back to him. Gently he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.
"My love," he said softly, so only she could hear. And then he kissed her again. His lips were soft and gentle on hers, displaying a surprising tenderness for someone who could be so cruel. His lips lingered over hers, until a barrage of wolf whistling from the surrounding goblins jerked them both back to reality. "Be gone," Jareth called to them. "Make ready for tomorrow night's celebrations." He turned to Sarah. "Come, my dear, we will dine in my study."
Taking her hand again, Jareth led Sarah into the castle and down a series of corridors, growing more and more silent as they approached their goal. As he opened the study door Jareth paused, a frown creasing his forehead. He crossed to the desk, resting both hands on the polished oak. Sarah lingered in the doorway, looking at the magnificent desk, the plush armchairs and the merrily crackling fire. Her attention turned back to Jareth. He was still leaning on his desk with his back to her.
"Jareth, what's wrong? Are you alright?" She was concerned by his immobility.
He spoke without turning to face her. "Sarah I'm sorry. This has been so rushed and you have been given no chance for consideration. As far as the council is concerned you are already my wife, for no woman is allowed to refuse after being found fit. The Underground decrees that a woman becomes a man's wife through the physical act of love, no ceremony. However..." At this he turned to face her, raising his right hand and drawing from the air a single red rose and a gold ring. "Sarah Williams..." he sank down onto one knee, "will you marry me?"
Sarah's eyes filled with tears. She loved this man with all that she was. She gave him a wobbly smile and nodded her head vigorously, not trusting herself to speak. Jareth stood and slipped the ring over her finger, his heart singing with happiness.
"My love," he whispered, intertwining his gloved fingers with hers. He leant and kissed her on the mouth. Again he lingered a few moments but this time, instead of drawing back, he parted his lips slightly, drawing his tongue softly against her lips, requesting entry. She sighed as she parted her lips and her tongue met Jareth's properly for the first time. After a few moments he drew back. "My love," he whispered again.
They shared a good meal in the study, although Jareth found that he could not eat much. The thought of finally being able to love Sarah as he had longed to was enough to distract him from any hunger he may previously have felt. He watched her with eyes filled with love, savouring each movement she made. He pictured her as she had been earlier, naked and helpless before him. He smiled at the thought. Yes, that would come again, but tonight was for something precious and gentle. He hoped Sarah wasn't too worried about what was to come.
Sarah managed to eat a fairly good meal; despite the fact that her nerves were jangling so much she was surprised that Jareth hadn't heard them. She had to force herself to concentrate on her food, to keep her mind from wandering to what might be under Jareth's loose shirt, and the knowledge of what he kept in his trousers.
When Sarah had finished eating Jareth vanished the empty dishes and fixed Sarah with his penetrating stare. "Sarah, you know I love you, don't you?" He was not sure why he had said it; he only knew that it had needed to be said.
Sarah lowered her head and nodded. She blinked hard and her shoulders began to shake.
"Sarah, love, what's wrong?" Jareth asked, concerned.
"Nothing," Sarah sniffed. "Only that I can't remember anyone ever having said that to me in my life before."
"Sarah honey, I loved you from the moment you first entered my Labyrinth, and I will go on loving you for all eternity, from witst death will never part us. Come here." Jareth held out his arms and Sarah crossed to where he sat in his large armchair. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back gently until her sobs abated. He lifted her chin and wiped away the remaining tears with his thumb.
"Better?" Sarah nodded. "No more tears. Not tonight. Tonight is for joy, and discovery, and love." Sarah felt a stab of nerves shoot through her but the soothing tone and gentleness that Jareth was using encouraged her, so that this time when he kissed her she was ready and opened her mouth, meeting his tongue with hers. Tentatively, she placed a hand on his chest and felt Jareth smile against her lips. His hand ran down her back to her bum, pulling her further onto his lap, for the first time letting Sarah get some idea of what she could do to him. Sarah pulled back from the kiss and stared at him in shock.
"You're so...you're so..." Sarah blushed, unable to finish the sentence. The nerves she had felt earlier came back with full force as she wondered how on earth she would be able to accommodate him.
"Ssshhh, sshh. Don't worry my love," Jareth crooned, causing Sarah to forget everything again as he kissed her with a renewed passion. He found her small hand and, intertwining their fingers, placed it inside the opening of his shirt. The feeling of skin on skin was electrifying and on an impulse Jareth enveloped Sarah completely in his arms, transporting them so that the next time Sarah opened her eyes they were in Jareth's vast bedroom.
The four poster on which they sat was of carved oak and the drapes and carpets were in dark reds and greens. Sarah gasped in delight as she surveyed the room. Opposite the bed was a large gilt mirror and Sarah could see herself reflected in it as she turned, leaning back against Jareth's chest. Jareth's hands were on her waist and he was kissing her neck just below her ear. Sarah placed her hand on Jareth's thigh, just above the knee, feeling the taught muscle through his leggings.
Jareth sighed and shifted from behind her, pulling her back on the bed until he was lying looking down at her, propped on one elbow.
"My Sarah," he whispered, bringing his mouth back against hers. Slowly, so as not to alarm her, he ran one hand up her side until it was cupping her breast. He began to mould and stimulate, teasing Sarah's nipple into a point through the bodice of her dress. Sarah broke the kiss, sighing at his ministrations and running her hands up under his shirt, taking it with her until she could pull it over his head. Jareth could feel the heat of her gaze as she took in his muscled arms and chest, his flat stomach and the place just above his waistband that started to V down, promising more.
Leaving Sarah's mouth, Jareth kissed down her neck to her collarbone while at the same time reaching down with his free hand to gather Sarah's skirt and start to run it up her leg. Sarah moaned in disappointment when Jareth bypassed the place she most wanted to be touched as he pulled the dress up and over her head – leaving Sarah completely naked. Jareth leant over her body possessively, running his hand down over breasts to cup her intimate area. He stared at her face.
"Sarah. Open your eyes and look at me when I touch you." His cool English accent was commanding and authoritative and Sarah felt herself compelled to do as he said. With an effort she forced herself to meet his gaze, feeling the blush rise in her cheeks. Without ever looking away Jareth slipped one long finger into her entrance, withdrawing slightly before slowly adding a second, and then a third. Sarah bit her lip, fighting to maintain contact with the piercing mismatched eyes above her. It felt new and wonderful, as though this was the first time he had touched her, as though everything that had gone before was imagination and, she suddenly realised, her own desires speaking. Perversely she realised that she had enjoyed his domineering bondage style use of her, and she hoped it wouldn't stop forever. And then Jareth hooked his fingers within her and she lost all form of coherent thought as her eyes fluttered closed again.
"Sarah open your eyes." Jareth hooked his fingers again, pressing his thumb against her clit. Drawing a ragged breath Sarah forced her eyes back to his. Jareth stared into the deep green pools of her eyes, watching the mixture of love, trust and shock that his words and actions drew from her. He knew he truly had her now, that she was his to use and abuse as he wished, and that she would never question his decisions. He revelled in the triumphant feeling that coursed through him and he twisted his fingers in Sarah's heat, hearing her breath hitch, basking in the knowledge that it was all for him, that he was her one and only.
Carefully, he insinuated one of his knees between her legs, shifting them apart. He transferred his weight across so that his still clothed hips came to settle between Sarah's thighs. He could feel his cock pulsing so hard that it was all he could do to keep his reassuring attitude in place. He silently resolved not to let Sarah see him before it was over, lest the sight of his sheer size and girth proved to scare her too much to continue, for he knew he was much larger than any human male.
Moving his hands away from her heat Jareth gently took Sarah's legs, moving them as far apart as they would go and bending her knees, opening her as wide as possible. He bent his head and kissed her softly on the lips before leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"Tell me you trust me."
Sarah's voice shook as she uttered the response she knew she would always give. "I trust you."
Jareth's breaches and boots vanished from him, leaving him naked between Sarah's legs.
"Look at me Sarah," he said for a third time and Sarah forced herself to meet his gaze. Holding her eye contact Jareth pushed himself into Sarah, seeing the fear the etched her features as she felt how truly large he was. When he was fully sheathed inside her Jareth paused and held still.
"Tell me you love me," he commanded.
"I love you Jareth," Sarah managed to gasp out. Her inner walls were being stretched so hard that it almost hurt. She knew she could hardly take it. But he was inside her. Filling her. And it was wonderful. For a full two minutes he held still, simply staring at her and relishing the feeling of her tight, hot walls encasing him. Finally he moved, lowering his head back down to hers so that he could again speak into her ear.
"Fear me." And he thrust once. Hard.
"Love me." He thrust again.
"Do as I say." A third time he punched into her.
"Let me rule you." For all of the passionate position his voice remained icy cool.
"Yes," Sarah managed to gasp, her eyes squeezed shut.
"You are my slave."
"Yes, I am forever your slave."
Sarah could feel something growing within her, tightening, coiling round her womb, holding it in a stranglehold of pleasure.
"Cower before me because I am frightening." Jareth's voice was growing louder and more forced as the speed of his rhythm increased.
But suddenly he stopped altogether, supporting himself on his arms and staring down into Sarah's face until she met his eyes.
"I can be cruel," he said, eyes locked on hers. And he began to pummel into her again with renewed vigour.
Jareth could feel his climax building, knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer as he continued to thrust into Sarah's tightness. Sarah felt her inner walls clench around Jareth as she hit her climax in a wave of ecstasy. Time seemed to stop, or skip, the world turned upside down as Jareth fulfilled her dreams. Feeling Sarah's release Jareth let himself go, spilling his seed into her as he locked his mouth back against hers to anchor himself in the tide of satisfaction. He had brought about her first ever climax.
As Jareth's heart began to return to a more normal rate he carefully withdrew himself, rolling off Sarah to lie on his back with his arm round her. He was so tired. He had worked so hard to bring himself to this point, especially following the defeat of his Labyrinth and all he was required to do. He suddenly realised that he was exhausted.
"But you far exceeded my expectations," Sarah murmured, as though she had read his thoughts. Jareth turned to face her, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her tenderly on the forehead. Sighing, he pulled the blanket up to cover them both, feeling her warmth mingling with his.
For the first time in the rest of eternity Jareth and Sarah drifted off to sleep together.