OK, so here it is. Chapter 19. My longest chapter yet. Sorry it has been such a long wait for it. I was writing on the train when someone I knew got on and started talking, so I had to close the file quickly. So that delayed it a bit, as did the whole chapter adding thing and having to delete the entire story. Oh well, excuses excuses. Jareth was having quite a few mood swings when I wrote this chapter and though I did try to reason with him as much as possible, he did insist on an outlet to vent his anger...you have been warned.

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When Sarah awoke she could feel Jareth's warm breath ghosting against her cheek. She glanced sideways at him and smiled. He appeared to be deep in sleep. He was lying on his back with his head turned towards her, a contented smile traceable on his lips. The hand closest to her was lying by her shoulder, fingers woven through her hair. He looked so happy. Sarah lent across and kissed him gently on the lips. The ghost of a smile grew and his gorgeous eyes flickered open.

"Mmmm. Hello," he murmured, disentangling his fingers from her hair and stroking them along the line of her shoulder. Sarah pulled herself up onto her elbow and smiled down at him.

"I love waking up with you," she told him sincerely.

He ran the back of his hand down her side and over her hip, sliding smoothly over the silk of her knee length night dress, before lifting back to curl round her neck and pull her head down for another kiss. He smelled of sleep and magic and excitement. Sarah inhaled deeply as she rested her head against his chest and wrapped her arms round him. Jareth sighed and shut his eyes, a contented tranquillity washing through his being. He kissed her head and hugged her body to him. There was a tap on the window.

Sarah looked round, startled. Sitting on the window sill was a small swallow, which cocked its head to one side and regarded her thoughtfully for a few seconds before shaking out its feathers and flying away. Jareth hugged her tightly and then released her, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and stretching. Sarah admired his form as he crossed to the window and looked out across his kingdom. He turned back and, catching her appreciative look quirked his eyebrow. For some reason he reminded her of the swallow cocking its head and smiled cheekily up at him.

"Come now Sarah," Jareth's silky voice chided gently, "there will be plenty of time for," he paused, looking for the word, "fun and games...later. For the moment however, rise, dress and make ready to see my kingdom."

So saying he spun on his heal back to the window, dressing himself in shirt, breeches and boots as he did so. Sarah smiled riley and scrambled down the bed. To her surprise, when Jareth waved his hand, it was not a dress such as she had become accustomed to wearing that appeared, but a long sleeved blouse and a pair of old, stonewash jeans. Instead of elegant slippers Jareth had chosen practical walking shoes, and the underwear was much more functional than it had ever been before. Jareth caught her look of surprise and grinned to himself. She was going to love this.

When she was dressed Sarah crossed to the window where Jareth still stood. It was thrown wide open and the fresh smell of the air blew gently into the room. Jareth snaked his arm round her waist and lent down to ask, "Are you ready?"

Sarah nodded and Jareth folded his hand, opening it to display a crystal. He blew it gently from his fingers so that it hovered outside the window. It began to grow, gold mist swirling in its depths. When the crystal had reached the size of a car the mist started to solidify and Sarah strained her eyes to see what it was to become. A muscular body, elegant legs, strong beating wings, defined ears and a delicate head. A horse. With the wings of an albatross. Outside the window. His forelegs curled as though leaping through the air, his great wings beating in a steady rhythm so that he rose and fell a couple of feet at each of their strokes.

Sarah gasped in delight and leant out the window to brush her finger against his wingtips. She stumbled slightly and Jareth caught her round the waist, preventing her from falling from the window. He spun her round, laughing at her happiness.

"Meet Elixsyure." Jareth could have watched the delight on her face for eternity. "He is going to take you on our tour. Don't worry," he reassured as he saw Sarah look doubtfully at the drop from the window, "he won't let you fall. Close your eyes." Jareth took advantage of the fact that the girl of his dreams stood before him with her eyes shut and leant in to kiss her. "Do you trust me?"

"I trust you."

Jareth reached into the air and withdrew another crystal, which he expanded and formed around Sarah. He blew it gently from the window to hover in mid air. Sarah felt a warmth of a living thing beneath her, could feel rippling muscle of immense power.

"Open your eyes."

Sarah laughed in delight at the spectacle that met her eyes. Sitting astride Elixsyure she was perhaps one hundred feet above the smooth surface of the castle lawn, and Jareth was looking out at her from his bedroom window.

"This is amazing," she breathed, running her hand down Elixsyure's smooth, glossy shoulder, the powerful beat of his wings sending waves of energy through their bodies. The wind swirled round her, pulling at her hair and whipping away her exclamation of delight. Jareth leant form the window and called out to her.

"Are you ready to go?"

"To go and never stop," Sarah called back through the smile that was stretching her face.

Jareth laughed and swung his legs over the sill.

"Then let's go," he shouted.

He jumped. Sarah screamed. Sarah watched him plummet to the ground, Elixsyure diving with him. Sarah was convinced that he would hit the clean grass and stared in horror, unable to shut her eyes, but at what seemed like the last second he twisted in the air, spreading grey white wings and soaring upwards, circling above them. She heard him shriek.

Laughing in happiness she called out, "One day you'll miss time that."

Jareth swooped down, brushing her cheek with his wing tip and shrieking again. He spun away; loop the looping in the air before streaking off towards the loch.

"Show off!" shouted Sarah, but she still couldn't stop smiling as Elixsyure beat his powerful wings and set off in pursuit of the owl. They flew low over the loch, Elixsyure's hooves skimming the surface and sending up great rainbows of water on either side. The water sprinkled Sarah's face and she turned towards it, seeing the gold shimmers of reflection dancing all round her.

Jareth swooped and soared, diving down to the surface of the lake before spiralling up. He stared down at Sarah from above, his owl eyes picking out every detail of delight on her face, seeing her fingers knotted through Elixsyure's mane, her legs wrapped round his body. Jareth was so happy, as though past unpleasantries or future worries were the stuff of imagination. Lifting high into the air again, leading Elixsyure with him, he set off across the walls of the goblin city and out over the Labyrinth.

Sarah looked down at the maze of walls and hedges beneath them, seemingly never ending. Glancing back over her shoulder she could see the castle in the centre, atop its mound, the city encircling it. From here Sarah could see a beauty that had not been visible all those years before. The intricate design and faultless craftsmanship that she had come to associate with Jareth's skilled magic were all plain to see, even down to the elegant tower that they were passing now. Three figures stood atop the tower, waving energetically. Through the wind Sarah thought she heard their calls.

"There she goes."

"Good ridings, Fair Lady."

"Sawa fwend."

Sarah waved back, the wind whipping away her call as they passed over the tower and flew on. Sarah could now see that they were heading towards an opening in the Labyrinth maze, a spot clear of walls or hedges. Smooth grass and a stream could be seen, and what looked like a grand summer house. A winding path led from a small waterfall to the pillars supporting its overhang roof.

Elixsyure was losing height, spiralling down towards the idyllic spot, hidden in the heart of his Labyrinth, to which Jareth had led them. Elixsyure landed smoothly, hooves coming lightly into contact with the ground and slowing to a sedate walk. He furled his wings up across his sides, enveloping Sarah's legs in the warm, downy feathers of their undersides. Sarah stroked his neck and slid gently down to the ground, looking up into the sky to see where Jareth was. He swooped down to her, swishing the wind through her hair but staying just out of her reach. Sarah tried to catch him from the air, but he darted away. She danced round, trying to catch hold of him.

"Oi, come here you," Sarah laughed as she danced round and Jareth spiralled out of her reach once again, "come here so that I can tell you how much I love you."

There was a swoosh and then Jareth's arms wrapped round her from behind, catching her by surprise. "As My Lady wishes," he spoke into her hair.

He pushed his lips against the nape of her neck, inhaling her wonderful scent and placing kisses above the collar of her blouse. His hands slid up to rest on her rib cage, just below her breasts as he strained her to him. She could feel his heart thumping against her back, its steady rhythm solid and comforting.

"Oh Sarah," he breathed.

Sarah turned to face him. His hair looked windswept, but still perfect and oh so gorgeous. His mismatched eyes were a light with excitement, and joy at the sight of her happiness. He had never dared to hope that he could have made her this happy. Sarah grinned up at him. She brought her lips to within a millimetre of his, blowing her warm breath across his lips. She pulled away and Jareth leant closer towards her.

"Nah ah," Sarah laughed, tearing herself from his embrace and dancing away, "not that easy. Got to catch me first."

"Sarah Williams," Jareth laughed back, "just wait until I get you."

He sprang towards her but she leapt out his way so that his hand clasped at nothing. She ran off down towards the waterfall, and Jareth set off in pursuit. She danced out of his reach and spun away from him as he tried to grasp her. Jareth smiled, tiring of this game. As Sarah darted out of his reach again, glancing over her shoulder to laugh back at him, she ran straight into his chest where he had materialised right in front of her. His strong arms wrapped round her and his mouth forced its way down onto hers before she could protest. He pushed his tongue through her teeth, claiming her mouth and duelling with her tongue. When they at last surfaced, Sarah was gasping for breath. She staggered backwards until her back hit a tree and she leant against it panting.

"That was soooo cheating," Sarah moaned jokingly.

Jareth quirked his eyebrow at her. "Unfair, was it?" he asked sardonically. "I'll show you unfair."

Suddenly Sarah found that the bark of the tree was pressing against her naked back. Warm from the sun. She discovered that she could not mover her arms and glanced down to see a thick rope wound round her body, pinning her to the tree.

Jareth regarded her with an amused smile on his face. "Stuck, are you?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. "Need your, handsome prince," he ran a hand through his tousled hair, "to come and rescue you do you?"

Sarah glowered good naturedly at him. "You...you...cheater," she shouted at him.

"Now now," crooned Jareth, stepping close to her. "Is that anyway to speak to the only person who could possibly release you?" he raised an eyebrow, walking slowly round the tree 'til he stood by her shoulder. "Or maybe you don't want to be released," he suggested smoothly, "maybe," he stepped in front of her again, running his hands down her shoulders, "I should just leave you here."

He turned, as though about to walk away.

"No!" Jareth paused in his stride, a wicked smile on his face which he fought to conceal as he turned back towards her.

"Yes?" he said silkily, regarding his black velvet gloves as though bored.

"Goblin King, Goblin King, please release me. Do not leave me here to the mercies of the beasts."

Jareth stepped up against her, pushing her back into the rough bark of the tree. "Your wish is my command, dearest Sarah, as always. But first I must claim my reward."

He pressed his lips against hers, opening her mouth and bringing his tongue down to massage hers. She moaned into his mouth as his hands stroked down her sides to rest on her hips. His own clothes whispered their way into nothingness as he leant against her, breath hot against her mouth.

"Your reward, sir, is yours to claim," Sarah gasped, the swirling mists of arousal causing dizziness as her finger nails dug into the bark.

Jareth's hands had been caressing down Sarah's breasts but at this he pushed her legs apart and pressed himself into her. Bracing his hands against the tree on either side of Sarah's head he set a punishing rhythm, desperately seeking climax. As he drove into her Sarah could feel the rough bark, the chaffing of the rope, the stretch of her muscles as she strained on tiptoe to accommodate him, and it all seemed to add to the coiling in her belly, the rising tide of pleasure that was about to engulf her.

Jareth roared out his orgasm, vanishing the rope and catching Sarah as her legs gave way, sinking down onto the grass and cradling her in his arms until her own orgasm subsided. Sarah opened her eyes and grinned up at him.

"Wow," she said.

"Sarah my dear," Jareth answered, "I could not have put it better myself." He kissed her lightly on the nose. "Come for a swim," he said, rising to his feet and tugging at her hand.

As Sarah walked with him to the pool below the waterfall she marvelled at how he could still seem so sophisticated and elegant when walking through a garden with no clothes on. He still seemed regal and in control, even when lost in the passions of lovemaking. He still retained his kingliness. Sarah wove her fingers through his a squeezed his hand. She still felt wonderment every time he touched her without his gloves. The charge of raw magic sent tingles through her, igniting all sorts of feelings and emotions with the supreme sense of power they held. And when he touched her breasts, or her... Sarah gasped and withdrew her hand sharply as a surge of power seemed to throb through Jareth's hand with the force of electrocution. She glanced at her fingers, but they were clean and undamaged. Jareth smiled at her apologetically.

"Sorry," he offered. "When I feel strong emotion it sometimes seems to manifest itself in power surges of magic. I will try to control myself with more success in future."

Sarah nodded and gingerly raised her hand. She ran it down to the small of his back. Jareth glanced at her in surprise. He stepped down into the clear water, moving out until it reached just below the points of his hips. He held out his hand to her, inviting her to join him. Sarah stepped gingerly into the water, expecting it to be icy cold. Instead she found that it swirled around her in a refreshing sort of a way, not warm, but perfectly comfortable. She waded out to join Jareth.

Jareth took Sarah's hand as she reached him and led her over to the waterfall. Together they stood beneath the torrent, the weight of the water massaging their shoulders and washing away the signs of their lovemaking. As he stroked his hand down her back, Jareth watched Sarah through lashes half closed against the fall of the water. She was the most beautiful thing in the world, he thought, both above and below ground. He leant in and kissed her tenderly.

"Sarah Williams," he said softly and despite the roar of the waterfall she could hear him quite clearly, "you are the most beautiful thing in the world, both above and below ground." He ran his hands up her arms as he looked into her eyes. "Come, we don't want you to catch cold."

He led her out from beneath the torrent of water to the bank, helping her out and reaching into the air to produce a large towel, which he wrapped round her shoulders. When she was dry he dropped it, but it vanished before it hit the ground, and Sarah found herself dressed once more, although this time in a simple white dress of what felt like cotton. She looked up at Jareth. He was now wearing a pair of brown breeches and black boots. His chest was bare, although his medallion hung from its chain round his neck. Annoyingly, his hair too was perfect.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, gesturing to where a rug was laid out and a picnic hamper stood.

Sarah realised that she was famished, having forgotten all about breakfast in the excitement of Jareth's surprise trip. They reclined on the blanket and ate the best picnic that Sarah had ever tasted. She was amazed at what came out of the basket. There was no way that it could all have fitted. Jareth chuckled at the sight of her incredulity as he reached back into the empty basket and pulled out what appeared to Sarah to be a perfectly made ice cream Sunday. Reaching down again Jareth conjured a long spoon which he handed to Sarah.

"Aren't you having one?" Sarah asked, looking back expectantly to the basket.

"I only brought one," Jareth answered smoothly.

"Then I suppose we'll have to share," Sarah announced and Jareth smiled smugly. He had been hoping she would say that.

He shifted over to where she was reclining. Maintaining steady eye contact with her, he leant forward, swirling his tongue suggestively through the ice cream. Sarah giggled and blushed. His action had reminded her of something else he had once done with his tongue, only a few nights before. To ease her embarrassment, she took a spoonful of the ice cream herself. Jareth watched her carefully.

"You've got a bit on your lip," he stated, reaching out to catch the hand she raised to wipe it away. "I'll get it for you."

Leaning close to her he traced the tip of his tongue along her lip.

"All better," he announced, but as he drew back he deliberately jostled the hand that held the ice cream. It was melting in the warm sun and a small dollop fell from the glass to land on Sarah's exposed collar bone, trickling down beneath the neck line of her dress. Jareth regarded the result smugly.

"Oh dear," he said silkily, "you seem to have more on you."

Removing the ice cream from her hands and placing it to the side, freezing it with a spell so that it would not melt, Jareth pushed Sarah back on the rug, moving himself to hover over her. He brought his lips against the mess on her collarbone, sucking the area clean. He moved his hands to the fastenings at the front of her dress, slowly undoing one button at a time and licking and sucking away the creamy track. Soon his head was buried between her breasts and he could not help but to raise his hands to her breasts, massaging them through the cotton bodice. Sarah moaned and shifted her legs slightly, needing pressure against her now throbbing clit. Jareth understood and without raising his head he pushed his knee between hers, so that his thigh pressed against the pulsing Sarah could feel between her legs. Jareth curled his fingers around the open edges of Sarah's bodice and pulled it apart, exposing Sarah's breasts to his hungry gaze. He reached over for the spoon and dropped some freezing ice cream onto Sarah's nipples. He glanced at Sarah, who was watching him through half closed lashes, before lowering his head down and working his tongue to thoroughly clean away any traces of sweet treat. Sarah moaned in desire as Jareth's tongue swirled round her erect nipple, her hands fisting in the folds of the picnic blanket. She could feel his own arousal pushing hard against her thigh as she rubbed herself gently against him. Something he had said earlier came back to her.

Sarah sat up and pushed him off her, feeling the throbbing between her legs worsen in protest. Jareth flopped onto his back and sighed in acceptance.

"I thought we were supposed to be sharing the ice cream," Sarah complained. "At the moment you're getting it all."

Jareth grinned up at her, his erection clearly visible through the figure hugging breeches. Sarah picked up the spoon and dropped a dollop of ice cream onto the centre of his chest. She sat up and beckoned to him to come and kiss her. As he pulled himself up and placed his lips over hers, the ice cream tracked down his torso, leaving a sticky trail that disappeared into his waistband.

Sarah pushed him back down and placed her lips against his chest. Jareth shut his eyes, his face pulled into a grimace as she made her way ever so slowly down his body towards his waistband, licking and sucking as she went. When she reached the point where the trail disappeared beneath fabric she paused, glancing up at him. He nodded once and she carefully undid the fastenings of his breeches, easing them down to his thighs and freeing his erection. The trail of ice cream stopped just short of the blond hairs at its base. Sarah brought her mouth back against his lower stomach, the sensitive skin fluttering under her touch. When she had finished she looked back at Jareth and he groaned in frustration, the feeling of his rock hard cock almost unbearable. Sarah grinned at him tauntingly before reaching out a finger and scooping up the last of the ice cream, smearing onto his throbbing erection.

Jareth gritted his teeth to hold back the moan at the feeling of the iciness. Sarah's fingers lightly drew patterns on him as she spread ice cream up and down his considerable length. Then she lowered her mouth to him. She lapped carefully at the mess on his sensitive underside, barely touching him and causing him to bite back another moan of frustration. She swirled her tongue round him, tasting the mixture that was ice cream and Jareth. And finally she engulfed him in her mouth, relaxing her throat and taking in as much of him as she could. Jareth nearly came then and there, jerking his hips in reaction to her hot mouth. When he thought he could bear it no longer he pulled her back up to him, claiming her mouth with his. He could taste the ice cream still on her tongue and swirled his tongue through her mouth, savouring the flavour. He manoeuvred them round so that he was half on top, pulling up her skirt and removing her panties with a wave of his hand. Without breaking the kiss he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed slowly and gently into her. His rhythm this time was slow and languid, prolonging the feeling of heat and tightness and pleasure beyond belief.

Sarah wrapped her legs round his lower back, drawing him deeper as he kissed her lips and her eyes, and her lips again. For all his sweetness towards her, Sarah realised that this was the first time that their lovemaking had truly been slow and unhurried. He pushed himself deep into her again and Sarah moaned at the intense pleasure, feeling herself draw close. When she came it was not with the intensity of their previous couplings, but with the warmth and security and love of one who trusts absolutely in their partner. Jareth buried his face in the crook of her neck, a sigh of pleasured relief escaping him as his own orgasm swelled and subsided in turn. He lay still for a few moments, before withdrawing and easing his weight off Sarah's body. He smiled at her.

"Desert was by far the best part of the meal," he said with conviction as she settled her head against his chest. He lay and looked up at the sky, watching the cloud formations and basking in the heat of the underground sun. He looked down at Sarah. She had fallen asleep, one arm thrown across his chest and a blissful smile on her face. Gently, so as not to wake her, he eased himself away from her and waved his hand over her so that she was once more dressed in the blouse and jeans. He stood up and adjusted his breeches, reaching into the air and pulling out a white poet's shirt which he pulled over his head, leaving it open to his naval. He looked down at Sarah again but she seemed to be sleeping contentedly.

Jareth set off across the smooth grass to the summer house. Elixsyure was grazing in a little clump of trees, as though he had moved in attempt to give Sarah and Jareth some privacy which, Jareth thought, was probably just what he had done.

Placing his hand against the rough hewn wood of the summer house door Jareth closed his eyes for a moment. Something in the mechanism clicked and the door swung open. The single room inside was dark compared to the sunlight of outdoors and he stood on the threshold for a few moments letting his eyes adjust. The whitewashed plaster walls gave the room a slightly cold feel, and the sparse furniture added to the sense of emptiness. The modest double bed was spread with a red patterned wool blanket and the wooden dresser held a few chipped plates. Beside the bare arched windows stood slim line tables on which rested vases of flowers while a few modest kitchen type chairs stood against the walls. A small circular table held some half burned candles, fitted into the only elaborate thing in the room, an ornate candle holder. The wood panelled floor however was free from dust and no ash was present around the wood burning stove in the corner. Jareth crossed the empty floor and stood looking at the centre piece picture that hung on one wall. It showed a picture of a girl with luxurious brown hair that swirled over her shoulder and deep green eyes that stared into his soul. She was wearing a dark, velvety looking, loose fitting dress that hung low, exposing one of her soft shoulders and the top of her breast. Jareth rested a hand on the unpretentious desk that stood beneath and to the side of the frame as he stared into the girl's eyes. The picture hung at a slight angle, a contradiction to the otherwise ordinary, tidy state of the room. Jareth reached out a hand and traced the inscription on the gold plate attached to the frame. He knew the words by heart.

The Coming Champion: Bride of Jareth, future King of the Goblins

The picture was dated some three thousand years before his own birth.

Jareth turned away from the picture of Sarah, crossing once more to the wooden doors and stepping back into the sunshine. He waved his hand over the doors and they swung shut, the locking spell clicking back into place.

Sarah was still asleep when he returned and crouched down beside her. He smiled and brushed her hair from her face before lifting her gently into his arms. As he rose with her, she muttered something in her sleep and wrapped her arm round his neck. Jareth kissed her lightly on the forehead. He whistled to Elixsyure, who came trotting out of the trees at his master's summons. Carefully, Jareth lifted Sarah up onto Elixsyure's back before climbing up behind her and wrapping his arms tightly round Sarah's waist as her weight leaned back against his chest. Jareth closed his legs softly on Elixsyure's flanks and the great horse bounded into the air, his immense wings unfurling and lifting them into the sky. Jareth closed his eyes as he brought his lips tenderly to the nape of Sarah's neck, breathing deeply and inhaling the scent of her skin.

As they arrived back at the castle Jareth created a crystal that formed round Sarah, carrying her to his great four-poster and tucking her in, before transporting himself the few feet to his window sill. He drew a crystal from the air and blew it out to Elixsyure, who faded into the gold mist in its depths. Jareth sighed and crossed to the bed. Leaning down, he kissed Sarah softly on the lips before vanishing from the bedroom to the study, to return to the more tedious aspects of running his kingdom.

It was perhaps only a couple of hours later that Sarah awoke to find the early evening dusk to be creeping into the chamber. She rolled over and stretched and, finding herself to be alone, rose to look out of the window. The sun was setting over the Goblin City, casting weird shadows in the narrow streets and painting the whole scene in a surreal light. Sarah left the room and wandered down the corridor, wondering vaguely where Jareth might be. Finding herself in the hall of optical illusions, she focussed her mind on where she wished to go and, concentrating hard, managed to negotiate her way out of it in less than ten minutes. Finding herself outside the study door, she pushed it open.

The fire was dancing cheerfully and the desk light was illuminating the quill where it was again dancing across the jumbled sheets of parchment on the desk. Sarah crossed to an armchair and curled her feet up underneath her. She remembered vividly what had occurred the last time she had been here, in such a similar situation to this. She thought over what it had led to and blushed at the memory of what it had felt like to blindly get herself off while Jareth's eyes had bored into her flesh. Her mind turned to the evening that had followed, how Jareth had hidden a page of parchment in his desk draw as she had entered the room. She frowned, wondering what it could have been.

Curiosity piqued, Sarah rose and crossed to the desk and began opening the draws, searching through the littered contents for the page Jareth had hidden from her view. At the bottom of the last draw she found a crumpled sheet, covered in writing of a sensuous midnight blue. She glanced at the scribbling quill. It was the same handwriting. Jareth's handwriting. Intrigued, she crossed round to behind the desk so that she could spread the page beneath the light. She began to read.

Jareth sensed Sarah wake and leave his chamber. He guessed that she would look for him in the study, as it was the only room she could find without too much trouble when starting from his bedroom. Rising from his throne where he had been morosely observing his boots and instructing the quill in his accounts, he set off towards the study with the idea of seeing Sarah and sharing a pre dinner drink.

Sarah was shocked by what she was reading. Why would Jareth write something like this? It was a bit sick, in her opinion, to sit down and write a piece like this only moments after engaging in some of the hottest and most violent sex that could exist. And it was so rambling and incoherent, not like the smooth suavity that graced everything else Jareth created. That was when it struck her. This was not a thoughtfully constructed literary work. This was the jumble of his thoughts. His thoughts as they had engaged in that erotic scene of punishment. Thoughts about her, accidentally dictated to the quill. She was about to return the parchment to its draw, embarrassed by her trespass on Jareth's most intimate level of consciousness, when the door opened.

"Ah Sarah my dear, you are up I see." Jareth was looking at the table by the armchairs on which he had just materialised a tray of drinks and ice sticks, "I came to see if you would join me in a...Sarah what are you doing?" Jareth's voice changed from the cheerful tone of his entrance to one that held the icy edges of danger.

Sarah had spun round and hidden the parchment behind her back as he had entered. She struggled to reply, unable to meet his eye.

"I...I...I was just..." she stammered.

"Show me what you were looking at."

The danger was now so clear in his voice that it felt as though the room had frozen solid. The air turned to ice in Sarah's lungs as she extended the trembling hand that held the parchment. Jareth stared at it in cold fury, before flicking his gaze with such ferocity at the quill that it froze solid, falling to the desk and shattering in a thousand tiny shards of ice.

"That is my private business. It was in my desk. You had no right."

Jareth was advancing slowly toward her and Sarah shrank back against the solid desk.

"I know...I'm sorry... I didn't mean..."

"Didn't mean to what? Didn't mean to pry? Didn't mean to sneak? Didn't mean to betray my trust?"

He was invading her personal space now, causing her to cower away from him.

"No Jareth," she sobbed, "I love you. I would do anything for you."

Jareth drew back a little and regarded her thoughtfully.

"Yes Sarah, I believe you would," he answered icily. "However, we must put it to the test. You must learn to fear me. Your actions show a lack of trust. You will demonstrate your trust. Won't you?"

Sarah nodded vehemently. "Yes Jareth," she managed to say.

"I am your master. Your King."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Jareth reached into the air and produced the soft black blindfold. Stepping close to her so that his breath blew across her lips, he reached round her and tied it in place, her large green eyes disappearing behind the heavy fabric. She bit her lip at the knowledge of some punishment to follow, feeling herself grow wet in anticipation. She cried out as a stinging slap landed across her cheek. Jareth's voice growled in her ear.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," she gasped, fighting the tears of small pain that threatened to overpower her.

His breath was hot against her ear as he leant his cool cheek against her red, stinging one.

"Good," he whispered.

Jareth pulled away from Sarah where she clung to the edge of his desk.

"Remove your clothes and turn round," he ordered.

His eyes travelled appreciatively up and down the lines and curves of her body as she removed her garments, seeing the flush of her embarrassment on the back of her neck as she turned round. He pushed her forwards over his desk, spreading her arms wide and securing them with lengths of what felt like the same cloth as that of the blindfold. He pushed her knees apart, stretching her wide and securing her ankles to the desk's legs. Sarah could hardly move an inch. She was completely helpless. At his mercy. And the thought turned her on even more.

Jareth crossed to the fireside table and retrieved something from the tray on which the drinks sat. Sarah heard his footsteps move behind her once more before she heard his silky smooth voice.

"You liked the ice this afternoon," he crooned. "How about some more of the same?"

Something hard and freezing cold pressed against her puckered entrance, pushing into her and causing her to writhe against her bonds. It was painful and cold and hot and wonderful all at the same time. Pushing deep within her until she could feel the following finger withdraw. One of the ice sticks, Sarah realised. Through the haze of cold pain-pleasure she heard Jareth's footsteps retreat and return again, and then felt ice cold pressure against her clit. She cried out, her body jerking wildly as part of her struggled to escape from what she knew was coming next.

"Come now Sarah," Jareth's singsong voice came, "it's not that bad. No more than you deserve."

And he jammed the second piece of ice into her, pushing until the freezing touch hit her cervix and she moaned at the sensation, melting ice mixing with the juices that were dripping onto the floor. He stood back and regarded her thoughtfully. Jareth reached into the air once more and withdrew the device he had used when Sarah had first arrived. Quickly fixing it in place he ordered the protrusions so swell and vibrate, pumping rhythmically into her while the slot tightened and loosened around Sarah's clit. He smiled in satisfaction at the groans issuing from Sarah's prostrate form, and raised his hand, vanishing the restraints and blindfold.

Sarah slumped to the ground, writhing and twitching as the sense of stimulation overpowered her. Jareth knelt down next to her and pulled her close so that he could whisper in her ear.

"You will not come," he said.

Jareth sent wave after wave of magic through the device and into Sarah, watching her pleasure pain at the sensation of over stimulation without release. He smiled to himself, enjoying the sight of the sweat starting on her skin, the slickness forming between her thighs and the erotic gasps and moans which she emitted. Several times she tried to raise herself up, but the sensations were too much and she flopped back to the ground. At last, when she thought she could bear it no longer and that she was going to evaporate in a cloud of heady arousal, Jareth suddenly stopped the device's movements. He knelt back down next to her and stroked his hand through her sweat damp hair.

"Have you learned your lesson Sarah?" he asked gently.

Sarah nodded her affirmation; unable to draw breath properly with the man she so wanted so close and yet hardly touching her. His magical auror overpowered her highly sensitive senses, threatening to engulf her if he did not give her the release she needed.

"What is it you need Sarah?" Jareth asked her with the air of one coaxing an answer out of a reluctant child.

"You," she croaked through the pain of arousal, "I need you to give me my release."

"Good," Jareth crooned reaching his hand down to the device and loosening it slightly. "And what do I have?"

"Power over me," Sarah gasped as he shifted the device in the process of removing it, causing another stab of pleasure to wash through her being. She collapsed back to the floor and lay there shuddering at the sensations sweeping through her body.

Jareth reached out a hand and carefully turned her over so that she was lying on her back. Undoing his breeches he moved to hover over her, staring down into her eyes.

"I forgive you," he whispered before leaning down to kiss her and pushing himself into her at the same time. It took only three of his powerful thrusts before Sarah's over stimulated body shattered around him, clenching round his cock and pulling him over the edge in an all engulfing tide of pleasure and satisfaction. Sarah's orgasm shuddered through her, causing shock waves to ripple through Jareth's body as he continued to thrust into her, even in the depths of his own climax, prolonging the exquisite feeling for what felt like an eternity.

Sarah's wildly beating heart gradually began to return to normal and as it did so, Jareth raised himself off her chest and looked sincerely down into her eyes.

"Are you all right, Sarah?" he asked although he knew what the answer would be.

She nodded and pulled his head down to hers so that she could kiss him lightly on the mouth.

"That was amazing," she stated in an awestruck tone. "I forgot who and where I was."

Jareth laughed and kissed her again.

"You're my wife and you're here in my arms," he told her. "Now," he said rolling off her and rising serenely to his feet, doing up his breeches as though nothing untoward had happened at all. "I came in here to offer you a pre dinner drink. Would you like one?"

Sarah scrambled inelegantly to her feet, shaking knees refusing to support her weight properly.

"I think I need one," she laughed with a shy smile. She started to hunt for her clothes but Jareth merely waved his hand in the direction of her body and she found herself clothed in an elegant, figure hugging cocktail dress of midnight blue. He turned back towards her, offering her a glass and raising his own.

"To my beautiful Sarah," he said, "may she find health and happiness...and never ending pleasure."

He raised his glass to his lips while Sarah blushed prettily. She raised her glass in return.

"And to my wonderful King," she replied, "may he never cease to be what he now is, lest I lose the man I love."

She raised her own glass to her lips and tasted the sweet cocktail of fruitiness that she could not quite identify. Jareth wrapped his arm tenderly round her waist and drew her down with him until she sat on his lap in one of the armchairs. Placing their glasses back on the side table, he wrapped his arms round Sarah and kissed the exposed skin of her shoulder. She leant back against his chest, sighing contentedly and nuzzling her head in under his chin. Jareth used two fingers to tilt her head up so that he could look into her eyes.

"To the future," he said, "and to us."

He brought his lips tenderly down onto hers.

So there it is. This is not the last chapter – still plenty more to come if you still want it. Please let me know what you think. Love you all. xxxx