OK so here is the next chapter. Like I said before, sorry it was so long coming. Hope you like it because it was quite difficult to right and Jareth is very angry at me again.

ON with the story. FY.A xxx

Sarah rolled over in bed; her eyes flickering open in the darkness. Automatically she stretched a hand out, seeking to find Jareth. He was not there. She rolled back over and closed her eyes, allowing sleep to reclaim her, scarcely wondering in which of the children's rooms Jareth may be, for she knew that in his own restlessness he loved to watch them sleep.

Dreams wove silver tangles through her mind, tugging her into a world of fantasy. A horse that turned into a rabbit, Didymus chasing it through underground burrows while Hoggle tried his best to teach Rath to surf on the carpet that inexplicably lay on the lawn. And then, as dreams do, the scene shifted and she was standing in a bright sunlit meadow, the sound of a stream gurgling in the background. There was a single hooded man strolling towards her, and as he approached he raised pale fingers, lowering his hood. Sarah lifted her eyes and stared into the face of someone she thought she would always fear.

Raemon's cold blue eyes stared at her, searching her soul. He took a step towards her, and then another. Taking hold of her upper arms gently he leant towards her and placed his lips softly against hers. He drew back and looked into her eyes and, inexplicably, she nodded. He placed his lips back over hers, gentle, much less sure than Jareth. There was no possession. She parted her lips and touched her tongue to the tip of his. He pulled away and shook his head slightly. He rested his hands on her shoulders, his dark hair tickling her forehead. She thought of Jareth, and the growing tension and worry she had observed within him. She pressed herself closer to Raemon, searching for an answer in his eyes. She blinked and for a moment it was not Raemon who stood before her but Rath, tall and handsome. Dark hair cascading over Jareth's handsome features, the blond streak running from his temple. Much taller than she. A man. Her son. But then she looked again and there was no white streak and the eyes were colder. Raemon smiled and nodded his head before reaching down and pinching her clit through the thin material of the gown she wore, holding and twisting so that she twisted in a kind of pleasure pain, reaching with her arms to find something to hold on to.

Hands were shaking her and a cold voice spoke silkily in her ear.

"With moans like that you better have been dreaming of me Precious."

Jareth pulled her shoulder and rolled her onto her back, seizing her wrists and pinning them above her head. He forced a knee between hers as Sarah blinked up at his face, the dream receding as she took in the cold expression she had come to associate with Jareth's worry fuelled anger. Jareth dropped his head and grazed his sharp teeth along her soft cheek.

"You sounded like you were enjoying yourself?" The question was icy and Sarah felt a welcome ripple of fear after the numbness that had held her immobile. She stared wide eyed up at him. "My dear," he sneered and it sounded like a threat, "I thought you should have learned by now that you answer me when I question you. Who do you belong to?"

"You," Sarah whispered feeling herself begin to respond to Jareth's fierce intensity. Jareth nodded his head.

"And what do I do if you forget this?"

"You punish me," Sarah responded wondering what Jareth had in mind, feeling herself grow wet at the prospect of his touch.

"That's right," he crooned into her ear, stroking one hand down her cheek and neck, pinching her hard nipple before twisting painfully. Sarah's body jerked, her mouth opening in a gasp. Jareth took the opportunity and plunged his mouth down on hers, sweeping his tongue though the inside of her mouth, dominating the kiss. He released her nipple and her body slumped back against the bed. She was gasping for breath and as he pulled back he saw a trace of fear in her eyes. He felt himself grow harder. Sarah's eyes watched his hand as he reached into the air and produced his riding crop. He wrapped his arms around her and suddenly they were in the tower room, a place they had not visited for quite a while. Sarah glanced down, realising she was naked. Instinctively she reached to cover herself, despite the fact that Jareth knew her body better than she did. Her hands her slapped away by the swat of the crop. Jareth flicked his eyes to hard chair that stood in the centre of the room and obediently Sarah moved to lie across it, face down. She saw Jareth's booted feet step close to her, heard me raise his arm. Sarah's body jerked as the whip fell, the red welt it left standing out against her pale skin. Jareth raised his arm again, changing the angle slightly so that the second welt formed an X with the first. He smiled at his handy work before stepping back and kicking her ankles apart. He felt rather than saw Sarah shudder at being exposed before him like this, legs spread before his hot gaze. He moved again, changing angle once more before bringing the whip down in a swishing motion to connect with the sensitive skin between her entrance and her puckered opening. A sharp gasp escaped her lips and she fought to close her legs but Jareth stepped between them, blocking the movement. He crouched down and looked at the mark he had made, pulling a glowing light from the air that he might see better. Slowly he drew his finger down to her entrance, holding the light close and observing her reaction. With two fingers he opened her, spreading her wide before his hungry gaze.

Sarah felt acutely embarrassed at this minute examination, despite the fact that Jareth had seen her countless times over the years. This was just so purposeful, so obvious. Jareth tilted his head to see at a better angle, lowering himself to lick a long her slit and drawing back to see the moisture gather. He touched her, drawing the moisture up to her puckered entrance. He leant back and tapped her lightly on the shoulder with his riding crop.

"Sit up," he commanded and shakily Sarah pushed herself back onto her knees. Jareth moved round to face her, placing his hands on either side of her face and resting his forehead against hers. His lips, barely a centimetre from hers, were moving and she could hear his faint whisper of foreign words as he wove tendrils of magic around her. After what seemed like an age he leant back and rose to his feet, his outline slightly blurred as he continued to mutter the strange incantations. And then, as she watched, he stepped out of himself. His took a step forward although his body didn't move and Sarah found herself staring up at two Jareth's standing side by side. The one on the right raised its hands and examined them before turning to the other and taking up the muttering. Again the outline blurred and a third figure of Jareth stepped free.

"Good." Jareth's voice was cold and icy, sounding strange in the stereo effect of all three figures speaking at once.

They turned to Sarah as one, the first crossing to her and kneeling down behind, pulling her back against the firm muscled chest she knew so well. Gently he drew a thick blindfold across her eyes. She sensed movement in front of her and felt Jareth's lips on her own, forcing hers apart, tongue delving into her mouth to duel with her own. The Jareth behind her snaked his arms round her waist, gliding his fingers over her rib cage until the settled over her breasts, teasing and stimulating. Hands under her bum encouraged her to kneel up, while another set of hands forced her knees apart, opening her to whatever he was planning. Sarah turned her head, attempting to re-orientate herself but instead found her lips captured again by Jareth's as he forced the breath from her body in a mind numbing kiss. Hands massaged her breasts, flicked at her clit, wrapped round her back and held her steady as waves of overwhelming sensation threatened to wash her away.

And then there was another shift and she sensed that Jareth was naked, could feel his erection pressing between her cheeks, against her stomach, rubbing against her arm. The Jareth beside her got to his feet and Sarah knew what was coming before it did. She opened her mouth and felt his hardness nudge at her lips. Blindly she reached for his hips, guiding him into her mouth and swirling her tongue round his head, teasing at his slit. She could not hear a sound, could not hear the change in his breathing but felt the other two Jareth's push closer to her, rubbing lightly against her. Hands on her hips held her steady and she felt his head nudging at her entrance. She let her head fall back at the sensation of him stretching her wide in this kneeling position as she leant back in his arms, back resting against his chest, breasts pressed around his medallion. He pushed slowly in, right up to the hilt, and then held steady while his fingers tangled in her hair, pushing himself back into her mouth. He shifted behind her, resting his chin over her shoulder and kissing her neck. Sarah could not hold herself still, squirming at the sensation as he slowly began to push himself into her puckered entrance, her muscles fighting as she consciously tried to relax. Again, he did not stop until he was buried right up to the thick base of his cock. Sarah was frozen, gasping for breath as this complete domination held her where she was, stretching her to capacity from in front and behind, filling her mouth. The blood was pulsing through her so hotly she was sure it would burn him. And still he held still with incredible control, lightly tugging at her hair, telling her to continue using her mouth on him.

With conscious effort to concentrate, Sarah resumed the movements of her head, working with her tongue and taking him deep, swallowing in time with his light thrusts. And then he moved within her, both in front and behind, withdrawing almost to the point of leaving her before slamming back in together, impaling her and causing her eyes to fly open beneath the blindfold. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp and Jareth took the opportunity to thrust himself further down her throat. His hands were massaging her breasts and she was no longer in control of herself as he thrust himself deep within her once more, pinching her clit and squeezing in time to his thrusts. Sarah knew her body was his, completely and utterly as he used her exactly as he wanted, and gave her more pleasure than she could possibly have imagined, while submitting to his complete dominion. She felt the tightness coiling in her stomach, building and reaching a crescendo. But just as it was about to release Jareth withdrew completely, leaving her kneeling on the ground and completely bereft. Her body felt cold as the sweat cooled in the chilly air and she was completely disorientated.

"Stand up." Jareth's voice was cold and cruel. And single. He was one again and the power in his tone was unquestionable.

Her knees were shaking, her body shuddering. But Sarah scrambled unsteadily to her feet, swinging her head to try to locate his whereabouts. She jumped when his voice sounded softly in her ear, cold and cruel.

"I'm here Precious." She heard his soft footfalls as he circled her. "Are you going to beg me? Or shall I just leave you here, cold and unfulfilled?" His voice sounded amused.

Sarah licked her lips, trying to find the words.

"Pl...please Jareth," she stammered.

"What was that Precious?" she felt his hands settle on her waist, he was behind her, pulling her back against him so that she could feel his erection pressing between her cheeks.

"Please don't leave me like this Jareth," Sarah whispered, dropping her head in shame.

His lips closed over her pulse point, sucking so that she knew he would leave a mark. His fingers traced the faded silver scar of his medallion where it lay on her chest, nails lightly scraping between her breasts.

"Well," he whispered softly in her ear, "since you asked so nicely..."

He thrust her forward so that she stumbled and fell, the wood of the chair breaking her fall and bending her forwards once more. Without warning her thrust into her entrance from behind, setting a punishing rhythm, pulling her head back by the hair so he could sink his teeth into the crook of her neck. Sarah gasped in pain and as she did so Jareth reached round, pinching her clit, pressing and twisting, releasing a burst of extreme pleasure pain that was Sarah's undoing. Her finger nails scrambled at the smooth wood of the chair legs and her eyes rolled back into her head as she rode out the waves of extreme orgasm. Dimly, somewhere far away she could feel Jareth thrust twice more before he too released, collapsing against her and wrapping his arms round her waist protectively.

When at last Sarah opened her eyes she was back in their bed chamber, Jareth's body pressed closely to hers. His arms were tight round her waist and his face, where it lay on the pillow just above hers, was smooth in the depths of sleep. He looked drained, the complicated magic he had performed and the violence of the sex having taken its toll on his worry ridden body. But for now he looked peaceful. Sarah wrapped her arms round his narrow waist, settling her head into the hollow of his neck so that she could breath in his scent, his mussed up blond hair falling across her face as she drifted off into sleep.

It was perhaps four hours later, the sun streaming in through the chamber window that Jareth and Sarah were awakened by the door crashing open and Rath's panicked voice reverberating round the room as their twelve year old son rushed to wake them. Jareth's eyes snapped open, his hears filled with the scared shouting and saw Rath shaking Sarah, while Nathaniel stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, cool and arrogant and so like himself. Jareth sat up and pushed Rath's hands away from Sarah, using his body to protect her from the onslaught, although by now she was well awake. Rath stared at his father fearfully, falling silent under Jareth's commanding gaze.

"Now," Jareth spoke calmly, "what would appear to be the problem?"

Rath's eyes filled with tears.

"It's...it's...Ph...Ph...Phoenix," he stammered as his lip wobbled and he crawled himself into Sarah's outstretched arms, curling up in the safety of his mother's protection. Jareth had tensed himself at Rath's words, worry coursing through him once more, but for the benefit of his son's he made himself remain calm.

"What about Phoenix?" he asked slightly more sharply than he had intended, unable entirely to keep the fear from his voice. Nathaniel pushed himself off the door frame, his arms hanging loose by his side, two fingers caressing the sheath of is sword where it already hung by his side. He was fully dressed, Jareth noticed, while Rath only wore the soft trousers he slept in.

"It would appear, Father," Nathaniel said in a voice that bordered on the disinterested, "that Phoenix has vanished." Sarah gripped Jareth's hand fiercely. "Apparently Rath was seen by one of the goblins leading her out of the castle by the hand."

"It's not...it's not true..." Rath sobbed as Sarah looked sharply down at him. Jareth did not say a word but when Sarah looked at him his eyes were shut and he was muttering quickly under his breath. He looked up and his eyes were filled with cold ice.

"Stay here," he commanded as he rose and turned on his heel, dressing himself in the imposing black outfit that Sarah had not seen since That Day. He fixed his glare on each one in turn, Rath sobbing against Sarah's shoulder, Sarah panic stricken and clutching her son, Nathaniel lifting his head and meeting his eyes as though an equal. "Do not do anything stupid," he said coldly.

In the split second he vanished Nathaniel raised his hand and there was a bang. "Tell me what you are doing," he cried in as strong a voice as his twelve years would allow.

And all at once Jareth was storming towards Nathaniel and Nathaniel was shrinking away from the cold, deadly fury in his father's eyes. Nathaniel raised his hand, concentration on his face as he summoned his magic but Jareth was too quick. Nathaniel's body smacked against the wall, his head cracking off the stone as he was pinned six feet above the ground, spread-eagled just as Sarah had seen Jareth do to Raemon all those years ago. Rath stopped breathing as he stared fearfully at his father advancing on his twin, and Sarah wrapped her arms tighter round him, fighting the motherly urge to out herself between Jareth and Nathaniel, knowing that at this moment Phoenix was more important.

Jareth stared up at his son. His voice held iced fury. "Never try to block my magic. Do you hear me?" he said coldly. "NEVER," he bellowed and he lifted his hand slightly so that Nathaniel slid down the wall to hang with his feet about a foot off the ground, eyes level with Jareth's own. Jareth advanced, invading Nathaniel's space, coming so close that when he next spoke his voice was barely above a whisper, but the threat was still apparent. "I am a thousand times more powerful than you and you would do well to remember it. You are arrogant and self important and you bully your brother. If I had the time I would deal with you now, but at present your sister's need is infinitely more pressing. Do you understand me?"

Nathaniel stared defiantly back, raising his chin slightly and meeting Jareth's gaze.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" Jareth bellowed and Sarah and Rath both jumped.

Nathaniel stared for a few more seconds and then lowered his eyes.

"Yes Father," he muttered and Jareth jerked his hand away so that Nathaniel fell free of the wall. Jareth raised his arms and held his son upright, gripping his shoulders tightly. He rested his forehead against that of his son for the barest of moments, eyes shut before he jerked back and looked intently into his eyes. Nathaniel met his gaze and nodded once and Jareth leant forward and kissed on the forehead. He turned to Sarah and Rath raising a finger to point at them.

"Nothing stupid," he warned and then he spun once more and was gone.

So what do you think? Please let me know becuase I love reviews. Lots of love to all readers and especially those who have reviewed! FY.A xxx