Author's note: Sorry peeps, it just keeps comin' to me. I figure better out than in.
"Oh God, yeah…oh babe…yes, God yes…oh, Jareth oh my God, oh Jareth…" Sarah's low moans, escaping in a cloud of slavish ecstasy as she rocked on her hips, crept like snakes of liquid lightening into the hidden infrastructure of the Goblin King's psychosomatic unity. The experience was mutually pleasurable.
Her voice was smooth, airy and deep as those little cries and exclamations issued with intermittent regularity from her throat.
Jareth continued his contact juggling stunt. Extremely pleased it got such a good reaction from his love.
When at last he threw the crystals into the air and let them slip into the trans-dimensional void, Sarah was under his chin before he could blink, sighing softly still with rich vibrations penetrating his sensitive chest.
Grinning and eyebrow cocked he gracefully wrapped his arms around his tender prize and held her to his chest.
"Meeow," was all she really cared to say. After all, it was great fun being Jareth's pet.