DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth, Sarah or Jareth. I only borrow them every now and then for my own amusement (and some light housework from the goblins).
WARNING: This chapter is lemony. Some of my regular readers may want a cold-shower on stand-by.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews gang…I look forward to seeing what you think about this chapter (particularly since I am not sure if it is up to my usual lemony standards). I apologize for taking a whole week to write this chapter, but it got LOOOONG so, I'm sure the length will make up for the time. :)
As always….reviews are requested and cherished! They will also help me write the last two chapters faster (hint hint) – including the next chapter – JARETH'S FANTASY! :)
Ch. 10: Sarah's Fantasy
Wednesday, October 29th 6:27 p.m.
…I feel like hell….
Correction. Hell would be an improvement, groaned her inner-voice, noting the conspicuous absence of her libido, having been forced into hiding by the distinct lack of energy, sexual or otherwise, that was haunting Sarah's week.
Sarah stumbled her way up the front porch of the Alpha Chi Omega house, shoulders slumping and book-bag dragging the ground as she finally reached the top. Her brunette hair hung limply down her face, heavy drops of rain dripping from the ends to run haphazardly down her leather jacket. Peering at Sarah from the window of her room on the third floor, Patty and Squint shook their heads.
"Lady sad," frowned Squint, as Patty nodded her agreement. Looking at Sarah once more, Patty noted the raccoon-like smudges of mascara that had smeared around her eyes from the steadily driving rain.
Shivering from the rain, cold and the sodden state of her own clothing, Sarah waited at the top of the porch for the pledges to troop past her into the house, her emerald eyes snapping angrily at them.
"If any of you dare pull another stunt like that, I'll see to it you are the clean-up crew for every single frat party next semester. Understand me, ladies?" she snarled, the fury in her voice and posture making many of the pledges quiver in fear. "And you really don't want to clean frat house bathrooms after a party!"
"Yes, Pledge Mistress," they chorused obediently, before entering the house.
Sarah sighed and moved into the house, her anger easing as she trudged up the stairs toward her room. The week had started out so promising. She and Jareth finally made it to breakfast and worked out the latest negotiation relating to the fantasy fulfillment, all they had to do was wait and see what the Labyrinth decided to do with things.
After breakfast, Jareth spent the better part of an hour and another pot of coffee drawing decadent mental images for her about all of the sinfully wonderful things they could do if she would just return to the castle with him. Somewhere between deciding the rules for the fantasy exchange and finishing the dregs of the coffee pot, Sarah felt her resistance crumble and much to Jareth's surprise, agreed to return to the castle and hole up in his chambers for the rest of the day, only asking for his promise to return her by 6pm for her sorority meeting – a clause he happily agreed to. No tricks. No loopholes.
In all honesty, they both should have known that it would never go that smoothly.
As soon as she had decided to go with him and they made arrangements to pay for their breakfast, Janet, the president of the sorority swanned into the diner and made her way straight for Sarah. If looks could kill, the glares she got from both Sarah and Jareth would have seen her die hundreds of times over, especially when she informed Sarah that the pledges had been up to mischief overnight and it was her job to clean things up.
And there went Sarah and Jareth's afternoon of sensual delights – straight out the window courtesy of a bunch of pledges, who couldn't keep themselves out of trouble.
…They are almost worse than goblins… 'cept I can't bog them….
Monday afternoon, Sarah and Jareth met up for coffee, with every intention of finally ending up back at the castle. Unfortunately, fate had other plans for them once more. This time Jareth was called away by a wisher who then decided to run the Labyrinth. So, Sarah spent the evening torturing her pledges during study hours in the library, in retaliation for them ruining her plans for sexual bliss the previous day.
Tuesday wasn't much better. Instead of getting to go on a 'real' date since Sarah was so busy with projects for school, Jareth joined her at the library. Much to Sarah's surprise, he was remarkably helpful. In fact, the pledge mistresses from other sororities were quite jealous of the attention her 'boyfriend' gave her during the extended session of pledge study hours.
Sarah was stuck in the library Tuesday from 3 in the afternoon until one in the morning, either working on her own projects or keeping the pledges on task. Responding to the message she sent him in the morning about her plans, Jareth showed up at the library at 4pm to take up residence in the large leather armchair near the study-tables, never saying a word to Sarah. The lack of talking didn't hurt however, as she was happy just knowing he was there. An hour later she looked up and felt her heart twinge noticing he had left, only to feel her heart nearly burst when he reappeared, striding through the doors with two cups of coffee in his hands. Without a word, he placed one of the coffee cups next to her hand, dropped a gentle kiss upon her forehead, and went back to his chair in the newspaper section – his actions greeted with wistful sighs from both the pledges and the other pledge mistresses at her table. At 7 pm he disappeared once more, returning with another cup of coffee for Sarah and a sandwich, heedless of the longing looks from the other girl's at the table.
Once study hours finished at 9pm, Sarah and Jareth found their way to a private study room in the basement where he helped her study for her Psychology mid-term, rewarding her correct answers with kisses, caresses and enough touching to make her want to scream. While Sarah had no objection to his methods of motivating, it did have the regretful consequence of leaving both of them fairly bursting with unrequited lust, but unable to give in to it due to Sarah's exam.
Although Jareth would have dearly loved to transport them back to his chambers in order to spend all night working off the desire that burned within them, he was not about to suggest that she throw away a semester's worth of study for one night of passion, even when she swore that she would be able to live with the consequences of that. As much as it pained him to say it, he insisted that her studying, in this instance, had to come first – a move that left both his and her inner-voices speechless, while both libidos threw tantrums that would make a two-year-old look like a rank amateur.
Walking Sarah back to her sorority house at one in the morning, Jareth promised her that when her classes were done on Wednesday, he would come for her and they would finally retire to his chambers, not to come out until it was time for her classes on Thursday – which luckily didn't start until 2pm. It was just as well that they came to this arrangement, as both libidos were sure that they would spontaneously combust if they did not get some action soon.
No one ever said the path to love (or in this case, lust) ran smooth. And in their case, it was more like riding a tricycle down a gravel road with potholes the size of Volkswagon Beetles!
Wednesday…the day that should have been glorious due solely to the promise of sultry caresses and wicked delights turned into hell on wheels as far as Sarah was concerned. First, she got into a debate with her ethics professor during class, and none of her classmates had the balls to support her even though they agreed with her. Then she got stuck spending three hours during the middle of the day in the library editing English Composition papers for pledges who 'forgot' that the paper was due that day. Thanks to doing their editing, she didn't get a chance to eat lunch before going to her Psych mid-term at 2 pm. The mid-term itself was a nightmare of the first order, with Sarah spending much of the time second-guessing herself. Even though she knew the material, her confidence was shattered. Then, in her last class of the day, the professor decided to give a pop-quiz since most of the class clearly had not done the reading – including Sarah. In short, her day was a complete bust.
And just when Sarah wanted nothing more than find her way to Jareth's arms and forget about the hell that had been her week so far, the pledges struck again.
As she headed home from classes at 4, Sarah was stopped by Carrie and told that the pledges had used toilet-paper and silly-string to decorate the Lambda Chi fraternity house yard. So, Sarah and Carrie rounded up their naughty charges and marched them to the frat house. For two hours they stood in the cold October rain and supervised as the girls cleaned up every gooey bit of wet toilet paper and silly-string.
Sarah could have cried when she finally got to her room, but she didn't have the energy. Stripping off her coat, she jotted a hasty note to Jareth:
Jareth,
Please forgive me, but today has been hell. I wouldn't be very good company for a dinner-date or anything more 'energetic' this evening. I promise to make up the date tomorrow, if you'll meet me for lunch and dinner tomorrow instead. All I want to do right now is curl up and sleep.
I'm sorry.
Sarah
Handing the note to Patty, Sarah sighed. "Please deliver this to the King."
With a brief nod, Patty seemed to turn in upon herself, before vanishing with a soft 'pop', leaving Sarah alone in her room. Groaning, Sarah flopped down on her bed. Burying her head under the pillows, Sarah ignored the fact that she was dripping on the velvet and satin doona cover and tried to hide from the rest of the world.
"What I wouldn't give for a nice hot bath and a relaxing massage. I want to be so relaxed that I fall instantly to sleep," she muttered with a tired moan.
With her head hidden beneath the pillows, Sarah didn't notice the crystal pendant begin to pulse with a shimmering blue light, nor did she notice as her room shifted, becoming a swirling blue mist that gradually solidified to become an entirely different room. It wasn't until she heard the sound of running water that she pulled her head from under the pillows, and promptly squeaked in shock.
Gone was the mismatched and chaotic riot of color that was the hallmark of the room she shared with Carrie. Sarah was now sprawled on her stomach upon a king-size bed covered in a rich navy velvet comforter that was so fluffy she knew it had to be filled with real goose down. Gingerly sitting up, Sarah moved off the comforter, not wanting her damp clothes to ruin the luxurious fabric.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped, peering around her. "I'm definitely not in Kansas anymore," she giggled sheepishly. "Guess the Labyrinth has decided on a fantasy…but is it mine or Jareth's?"
If it is yours…which is it? You have lots of fantasies that involve the castle and Jareth….and you… asked her libido in shocked awe.
...Good question… The only way to tell is to explore and see what else is here….
The room was filled with heavy wooden furniture, each piece a perfect honey color that shone in the twilight that poured through the open windows of the balcony. The bed she had been laying on was huge, with a misty canopy of pale green gauze that seemed to flutter gently. In contrast to the navy colored bedding, the room featured a lush forest of greens that made it feel like a forest arbor. Looking closely at the walls and craning her head upward to look at the domed ceiling of the room, Sarah gasped at the intricately painted vines and flowers that were so realistic in their design, they seemed to shift and sway on an unfelt breeze.
At the foot of the bed was an elaborately carved fireplace with a fire dancing merrily in the grate, the soothing heat washing over the rest of the room. To the right of the fireplace was a closed door and to the left was what Sarah hoped was a bathroom, as it was the source of the sound of running water. Listening to the musical quality of the water, Sarah tried to figure out what it reminded her of…
… A babbling brook….
Quick steps allowed her to peek through the bathroom door, only to be mesmerized by what she found. A deep sunken tub set into the floor that was easily the size of a five person hot-tub Aboveground. The tub was full of steaming water and a cascade of thick white bubbles. Even more amazing was the way the tub was being filled. Along one wall of the room was a rock fountain that looked like a mountain brook, water cascading down the rocks on the wall, to fall into the tub. The window next to the tub was a large stained glass picture of a water nymph, sunning herself upon a lily-pad in a crystal blue pond.
Well…you did wish for a relaxing soak in a tub. And you do have several fantasies involving a tub, suggested her inner-voice.
Yes, but you also have several tub fantasies that involve a tub like this and a very naked Jareth! Squealed her libido happily, as it looked around expecting Jareth to glitter-poof in – preferably as naked as the day he was born – were Fae even born that way, it paused to ask.
…True….but I'm not going to think about that now….
Why the hell not? Pouted her libido, still hoping a naked Jareth was not far off.
…Because for the moment I have a huge bath waiting for me and no pledges, goblins or Goblin Kings to interrupt it. So I have every intention of enjoying it…. She thought, although if she was honest with herself, the idea of sharing it with a certain Goblin King did present some rather delicious possibilities.
Sarah smiled as she breathed deep, bathing her senses in the sweet scent of lavender and lilac that floated through the room like a mist. Carefully, she slid out of her wet clothing, hanging her clothes on a hook near the door. Picking up several fluffy blue towels from a stack on the shelf, she laid them next to the tub and gently eased her sore, cold body into the steaming water with a content sigh. She couldn't even remember the last time she took a bath, much less had a bathroom completely to herself.
Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the edge of the tub, letting her body float blissfully in the heated water, gentle currents seeming to come out of nowhere to caress her aching body.
"The only thing that would make this better would be some iced water or something else cold to drink," she murmured to herself, feeling her body shift gently as water continued to spill into the tub from the artificial spring in the wall.
Hearing a gentle clinking noise, Sarah cracked her eyes and noticed that a small table had appeared near her head. On the table sat a tray holding a pitcher of iced water and a carved glass carafe. Careful not to slosh water out of the tub, Sarah turned to sniff the contents of the carafe.
"Oh my God…peach juice," she gasped, her eyes wide as her mouth began to water incessantly.
Nibbling her lip in thought she considered drinking some of the peach nectar, however her fear that it might increase the cravings when she got home stopped her, in favor of the iced water. Pouring a glass she sipped it, before immersing herself back into the tub and letting the gentle ripples of the water lull her into a sleep-like state.
… The gardens. I really must show her the royal gardens. And the tower room. It really does have the best view of the Labyrinth, not to mention it is the most secluded room in the castle….
Gardens? Are you mad? Snapped his libido in frustration, unable to believe that the King was planning a tour of the kingdom and castle rather than how best to woo Sarah and ensure that she remained permanently within the kingdom, if not the King's bed. If she returns to the kingdom…..
…When…not if….when…. Jareth corrected, he was sure she would return, it was only a matter of when.
Fine… conceded his libido with a frown… When she returns, I can't believe your primary concern is showing her around! …it continued indignantly.
…IF you had let me finish, the tower not only has the best view and is the most secluded room in the castle, it also has the largest bed….
Oh… replied his libido thoughtfully… it does at that… Carry on with your planning, mate!
…Indeed….
Jareth was lounging in his own bath preparing for his evening with Sarah and his long-awaited chance to bring her to the castle and become very well-acquainted with her, when a timid knock upon the door pulled him from his reverie.
"Enter!" he barked with a huff.
Having threatened the castle goblins with being bogged then cast into an oubliette for the next month if they disturbed him tonight, he couldn't believe any of them had the outright audacity to ignore his warning. The tiny goblin that Sarah called 'Patty' stuck her head around the door, hesitant to enter the Kings bathing area. Her hesitancy wasn't helped by his brusque order, in fact the poor goblin shook uncontrollably as she slipped into the room. Holding out her hand, she slunk across the room, her amber eyes resolutely on the mosaic tiles upon the floor, waiting for the King to take the note from her hand. As soon as he took the, she turned and fled from the room, leaving Jareth chuckling at her haste. However, upon reading the note, his amusement disappeared.
"Damn… why does this keep happening?" he frowned, slouching into the water as he tried to come to grips with the fact that his plans for Sarah were once again on hold since she was not coming to the castle as planned.
Seething with frustration, Jareth didn't notice his pendant begin to glow a faint blue until the metal began to burn against his chest, sending faint electric pulses into his skin. Curiously, he lifted the pendant from his chest, holding it out of the water as he looked at it.
…A fantasy has been decided upon. Is it mine or Sarah's?...
What? You mean you can't tell? Asked his libido, not really caring who the fantasy belonged to, so long as it involved Sarah, preferably nude.
As he looked at the pendant, the blue glow expanded until it appeared as a blue crystal that hovered before him. Inside the crystal he could see Sarah reclining in a large bathtub, her eyes closed as she sighed peacefully. With a faint smirk, he watched as she floated in the water, her hands idly sliding over her shoulders, down over the curve of her breasts, to dive beneath the water. Unaware that she was being watched, he saw her breath catch as her back gently arched upward, a small moan hanging in the air.
…Starting without me, are you, Precious?... he chuckled.
What are you waiting for, mate? Go join her? Ordered his libido, nearly beside itself at the thought of a naked Sarah immersed in water, with nothing to protect her silken skin from his hungry eyes, but a mass of frothy bubbles.
Is it your fantasy or hers? Insisted his inner-voice with a thoughtful look.
…I don't know. Although I have had my share of fantasies involving her and my bath, but she isn't in my bath…
Yes, I'm pretty sure you'd know it if she were in here with you. Snarked his libido with a petulant sniff. Where the hell is she and how fast can you get there?
Seeing the decorated window near her, Jareth smiled, his eyes flashing brightly at the view. He knew exactly where Sarah was, and she was much closer than he had anticipated.
Purring happily, Sarah let herself sink fully into the tub, dropping below the surface only to reappear, rivulets of bubbles and bathwater streaming down her face. Brushing the water away with a manicured hand, she sighed once more. Laying back in the water she let herself float, the bubbles lightly caressing her bared flesh that floated above the surface. Sarah smiled quietly, losing herself in the relaxing sensation of hearing underwater, the strange combination of echoing silence and the way the water chimed lightly against the sides of the bathtub, combined with the ever present trickling of water from the spring upon the wall.
The scented oil in the water engulfed her senses, while clinging to her skin, allowing her hands to skim effortlessly over her flesh. Pushing the day from her mind, Sarah's hand lightly caressed the thin skin between her breasts, before gliding lower, tracing a path around her bellybutton. A soft sigh tumbled from her parted lips as she let her hand slip lower still, teasing lightly at the sensitive nub that seemed to pulse with her every heartbeat.
With her ears still below the surface of the water, Sarah didn't hear the door to the bathroom open, nor did she see Jareth as he crept silently into the room, swathed only in a rich robe of black brocade and velvet. Once inside, he paused, leaning lightly against the door to watch knowingly as she continued to tease herself.
"Well…are you going to stand there looking at me, or are you going to join me and give me…a hand?" came the sultry purr from the tub, a sly smirk gracing her ivory features as her emerald eyes cracked to peer at him briefly, before sliding shut once more.
"As my lady wishes," Jareth drawled with a mischievous grin, letting the robe slide from his shoulders to pool in a mass of fabric upon the floor.
Moving toward the tub, Jareth never took his eyes off the brunette in the bath, drinking in every hitch in her breathing, arching of her back and the slight muscle twitches in her arms that whispered of what her hands were doing beneath the water. Jareth hissed softly as he stepped into the bath near her feet, the water being hotter than his own had been. Settling himself against the end of the tub opposite her, Jareth slid one foot along the outside of her calf, smiling when he was rewarded with a contented sigh from Sarah.
"So tell me Pet, how did you know I was here?" he asked, still entranced by the sight of her face as she continued to touch herself below the water.
Sarah allowed herself to float a moment longer before forcing her hips to sink deep into the water as she leaned once more upon the wall of the bath. Jareth's eyes never left her face, watching as she sipped from her glass, before holding the cold glass against her base of her throat, the condensation dripping onto her heated skin. Letting out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, Jareth realized that he was almost expecting to hear the droplets sizzle as they ran down her neck to dive between the swell of her breasts.
"Your scent, Jareth," she murmured, sitting her glass aside once more as she looked at him through hooded green eyes. "Although, I admit to being surprised that you were wearing a robe when you arrived, that was never part of my fantasies."
Chuckling, Jareth sunk beneath the water, wetting himself completely before resurfacing. He could feel her eyes boring into him, intently watching his every movement, her own body fairly quivering as if waiting to see what he would do.
"Ahh…so you admit to fantasizing about you and me in a bath," he said.
His voice was low, a vocal caress that seemed to reach inside her and tickle her very soul, reassuring her that this was right. She was safe. Lulled by the warmth of his voice and the faint stirring of his legs as they lightly brushed hers beneath the water, Sarah relaxed once more against the side of the tub, her eyes falling shut as she sighed deeply.
"Can you honestly say you haven't dreamt about the same?"
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of denying it, Precious. The question now is, whose fantasy is it that we are here to fulfill? Yours. Or mine?"
Jareth paused, cocking his head as he watched the thoughtful expression that flitted across her face, all the while his libido screamed at him.
Ravish her! Then sweep her back to your chambers next door and do it again! And again! Until you are both too exhausted to move!
Admittedly, Jareth rather liked the idea, but that went against the rules of engagement (such that they were) and if there was one thing Jareth obeyed, it was rules – particularly when there were no loopholes. And Sarah had been quite adamant about there being no loopholes in this particular bargain.
Still warring with the insistent pleading of his libido, Jareth raised an eyebrow in surprise when Sarah suddenly pushed away from the wall of the tub, draping both arms over the side as she poured juice into a goblet. Licking his lips hungrily, he drank in the view before him, his eyes glued to the gentle swell of her breasts as they pressed against the side of the tub, while her hair streamed down her back. Droplets of water raced along the delicate curve of her spine to meet the bubbles that clung to her lower back offering him a tantalizing glimpse of the rounded globes beneath. She was breathtaking and she was here. With him. At last. The fact that she was completely nude didn't hurt matters either, as the heat that coursed through his veins at the sight of her could attest.
Turning toward him, Sarah lifted the goblet to her lips, a mysterious smile teasing her lips as she looked at him. She took a deep drink from the glass, before gliding through the water toward him, water sloshing gently around them as she floated to a stop in front of him. Her breasts lightly caressing his chest as her free hand slid up to cradle the nape of his neck, tenderly urging him forward until she captured his lips with hers. Her tongue danced lightly over his lips, an invitation he gladly accepted, his lips parting to drink of the nectar she offered willingly.
With a seductive smirk, her tongue caressed his lips and chin, collecting the spilled drops of nectar, her voice a sultry hum when she finally spoke.
"I think it must be mine," she said, turning her body around and settling herself between his thighs, her back pressing against his chest, pretending not to hear the sharp intake of breath that he sucked through his teeth at the touch of her body to his. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she rubbed her back against his chest, relishing the firm feel of muscle, while marveling at the silken feel of his flesh as it slid sensually against her own. "But, the room is different. Are we in the castle or is this a room the Labyrinth made up for the fantasy?"
"This is the Goblin Queen's chambers," he explained with a quiet chuckle. "And before you object and threaten to rush out, virtue fluttering and indignant protests flying, I have no queen, Precious. Not yet, anyway."
She should be Queen, grumbled his inner-voice.
… Apparently the Labyrinth agrees with that idea. Why else would it place us here, in this room?...
Why indeed.
With a sigh she leaned her head against his shoulder, taking another sip from the goblet. Wrapping his arms around her, Jareth's thumbs lightly dancing against the underside of her breast, biting back a groan at the feeling of her bare flesh against his.
"Well, Pet…if this is your fantasy, I guess you had better tell me what it involves. Unless you'd like me follow my own desires and turn it in to my fantasy," he teased, his teeth tugging on her earlobe, making her gasp. "And believe me, I have no problems with doing that. I promise you'd enjoy it."
Sarah laughed, the sound a gentle purr that hummed against his chest. "Hmmm… of that I have no doubt. It is rather tempting just to let you have your way…."
"…with you? I thought you'd never ask," Jareth whispered darkly, tilting her head to the side and abruptly fastening his teeth upon the taut tendon in her neck, sucking it sharply into his mouth as she whimpered, a heated moan floating upon the scented air of the room.
Sarah trembled in his arms, a volcanic flush creeping up her chest, across her face, to hide in her hairline. The boldness Sarah had been feeling until this point faltered.
…How on earth can I tell him what I dream about?...
First you have to figure out which fantasy you are supposed to be fulfilling. Heaven knows you have several fantasies that start out just this way, drooled her libido while exhibiting an incredible amount of restraint by not suggesting that she stop talking and jump the uber-sexy-oh-so-naked-and-snuggled-up-against-her Goblin King.
"It is hard to say. I have several fantasies that begin this way. I think the Labyrinth was reacting to the absolutely hellish day I had," Sarah gasped, whimpering at the loss of his mouth as he released her neck, then sighing happily as his hands found their way to her shoulders, strong fingers gently massaging the knotted muscles. "It was a rotten day. No lunch. Stuck standing around in the rain for hours. All I wanted was a hot bath and a massage. To relax completely."
"To be cared for," he murmured softly in her ear, as his hands kneaded further down her arms, eliciting a quiet moan of agreement from Sarah at his touch. "All I need to know is how relaxed you want to be, Love. A little relaxed, or immobile from the neck down? Hmm?"
Sarah's libido squealed and promptly fainted, much to the relief of her inner-self who was feeling more than a bit hot'n'bothered by current events, a completely new feeling for the usually rational side of herself.
"Immobile. Immobile sounds good," Sarah panted, her mouth suddenly dry as the realization that she was naked, in a bathtub, with Jareth, her childhood villain (and dream sex-god) who was promising to make her so relaxed she couldn't move.
… I turned my dreams down once….and here he is offering them to me again….
Hot damn! Dreams do come true! Moaned her libido, a sentiment shared by her inner-voice.
… Eloquently put….
It was when Jareth's hands moved from her arms to lightly cup her breasts that Sarah finally gave in and let the fantasy become her reality. She focused solely on his hands and the feel of his body as it seemed to wrap around her, his thighs tightening against hers, seeming to hold her in place against him. Relaxing into his body, Sarah let her eyes drift shut once more, a tiny whimper sliding from her parted lips as his thumbs brushed the sensitive flesh of her nipples, making her arch reflexively toward his hands. A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, making her face burn hotter.
"You blush so delightfully, Precious. I can't wait to see the look on your face when you finally co…..."
"Less talking…more touching," Sarah retorted, surprised by her own boldness.
"My pleasure…. Well…. Mutual I should think," he whispered, his voice hinting at pleasures yet to come. "In order to relax you, Pet….I think we'll need to work off some of your… tension… first. Hmmm?"
The sound of his voice and the carefully chosen words did their work, making her quiver against him, her breath catching in her chest as his fingers lightly pinched at the fleshy nubs, eliciting another moan from Sarah. Letting his teeth tug once more on her earlobe, Jareth palmed her breasts, the gentle ridges of his hands teasing as his fingers kneaded the soft flesh. He purred against her ear, entranced by the soft moans and whimpers each caress pulled from her throat.
…. She is so responsive… Just as well these rooms are sound-proofed…wouldn't want her to scare the goblins when she finally lets go….
Sarah's heart lurched in her chest as Jareth's hands moved from her breasts, caressing over her stomach, his fingers splayed to glide over her abdomen. As his hands firmly stroked her belly, she felt her heart begin to race, while lava seemed to pool deep within her, dripping toward her core, as if seeking some way to vent all of the years of frustration and want that had plagued her since he had first come into her life. What her 15 year old self fearfully wanted, her adult self-welcomed - the Goblin King's touch and the promise of more. Much more.
Jareth's touch lightened, his fingertips teasing along her hips, tracing unseen symbols and sigils into her heated flesh before sliding lower, tickling across the top of her thighs as they sought her center, the source of all her tension and frustration. His hands stopped, water swirling away from them to lightly caress her aching core, the touch enough to be maddening, but not enough to tease further or grant the release she was now desperately wanting.
"You need this, don't you Precious," he drawled in honeyed tones that electrified her senses, making every nerve crawl, her nipples tightening painfully in response. "Admit it…."
From his position behind her, Jareth missed the impish grin that twisted her lips, her emerald eyes flashing defiantly as she raked her nails lightly up the outside of his thighs, chuckling at his sharp intake of breath.
"No dice, Goblin King," she purred. "I admit nothing," she said, wriggling her back closer to him in a lascivious dance, pressing the length of him against the base of her spine.
Giving a low snarl at the wanton wriggle, Jareth latched his teeth on to her shoulder, enjoying her soft cry as his teeth pinched into her flesh. Moving swiftly, his legs slid free of hers, to come down along the inside of her knees, pinning them open against the bottom of the tub – all the while his hands never moved, staying motionless mere millimeters away from her slick folds.
"Say it," He growled insistently, his teeth and lips worrying the bite marks on her shoulder.
A sultry laugh was the only reply, as Sarah arched her back, her arms lifting with sinewy grace, to drape around his neck. Twisting her neck back, she flicked her tongue over his chin, tiny teeth nibbling the sensitive skin as his grip on her legs tightened.
"Say it…or else….."
"Or what Goblin King?" she challenged, her voice a silken humm.
"Or I stop touching you and toss you into a dungeon until you give in," he threatened with mock fierceness, eliciting a giggle from Sarah as she squirmed, her rounded ass grinding further against him.
"Liar…." Sarah laughed, nipping the underside of his chin sharply, making him hiss. "You wouldn't do that for two reasons. First, it goes against the rules that you agreed to. Second, the four hour rule – the Labyrinth would only send me home at the end of the time. So you'd lose on both counts."
Being thwarted by her sheer stubbornness and an unprecedented amount of logical reasoning given the current level of naked-teasing going on, Jareth merely growled, his legs forcing hers to open further as his fingernails grazed along the tender flesh of her inner thighs, making her gasp heatedly.
"Wench…."
"Besides…" Sarah moaned, her body undulating against his. "I might decide your dungeon is my new fantasy, and then where would that leave us?"
Jareth groaned, unsure if it was from her words or her nails dragging slowly along his bare shoulders and neck, while his eyes were drawn to the exposed peaks of her nipples dancing above the dwindling mass of bubbles.
…I always knew she was my equal… She never ceases to amaze me….
"If it is a night in the dungeon that you crave, Precious, you have but to ask," Jareth murmured, his hands massaging her inner thighs. "I promised I would fulfill any fantasy you wish. My body," he said, punctuating his words by pulling her back tight against the throbbing hardness of him that was trapped between them, "and skills are at your disposal, Pet."
Sarah's defiance melted once more as her libido dissolved into a throbbing puddle of hormone driven lust.
Letting his fingers dance ever closer to her center, Jareth smiled against her shoulder, feeling her body melt into his. Marveling at the heat that poured from within her, with teasingly light strokes, he let his fingers slide along the slippery folds, dipping with agonizing slowness to barely caress the hidden entrance, before dancing away; the taunting touches leaving her gasping, her hips arching toward his hands seeking more.
"Say it…" he insisted with a smirk, dragging his sharp teeth along her shoulder as his fingers continued their torment.
Sarah moaned low, feeling her face burn hotter. It was one thing to want to give in to his touch, since giving in allowed her to hide behind the idea that she was merely going with what he wanted. But it was something else entirely to have to acknowledge that she wanted it. There was no hiding from the truth once the words were uttered.
….Cruel bastard….He knows words have power….
Yeah…and you love it. Admit it….you crave his kind of cruelty.
…I do… so help me I do…. she sighed inwardly.
"Yes…" she breathed so quietly she couldn't even hear her own reply, but his keen hearing did. "I need this," she whispered, whimpering needfully as two fingers suddenly pierced her heat, her body clamping around them in response. "Oh Gods…" she panted. "This was my first fantasy."
It was Jareth's turn to groan, his eyes falling shut at her admission. He was her first fantasy and now he was in a position to fulfill it. It was beyond anything he had ever dared to hope for.
Abandoning all thought, save the feeling of Jareth's fingers, inside her and around her, teasing and taunting as they moved over her sensitive skin, Sarah surrendered herself to his touch, and was not disappointed. His fingers played over her flesh, drawing forth a torrent of gasps and moans, as if playing an instrument. In mere moments, she felt the surge of heat within her seem to build, and with a deft flick of his thumb against the throbbing bundle of nerves, it exploded, rocketing through her body as a series of violent spasms forced her to impale herself further on his fingers. Feeling her body react, Jareth gave a low growl, his teeth and lips finding purchase on her neck, relishing Sarah's reaction – a keening cry of pleasure that echoed throughout the room, followed by inarticulate whimpers and pants as she continued to ride the crest of the sensation, his fingers urging her onward, until she finally collapsed against him, gasping for air.
Dropping feather-light kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, Jareth's fingers tenderly traced her slick and swollen flesh, before gliding effortlessly up her body, to settle possessively across her stomach. The room was silent except for soft panting from Sarah and a self-satisfied purr from Jareth, his arms cradling her against his body.
"More relaxed now, Pet?" he asked quietly, his hands tenderly grazing her abdomen, as if tracing mystic patterns upon her skin.
Sighing contentedly, Sarah nodded, "It is a good start."
Now will you take her? Demanded his libido, as certain parts of his anatomy strained painfully at the thought.
…No…
Are you mad? Shouted his libido in disbelief. She is here. Naked. And willing! Why wait?
…Because it is her fantasy. Not. Mine…..
NOW you decide to get all noble? Chivalry isn't your usual playbook, snarked his libido.
…No….but this is Sarah I'm dealing with and she is anything but usual… I must get this right if I hope to continue with the chance to fulfill all of her fantasies….and a few more of my own in the bargain….
Nuzzling against her ear, Jareth hummed softly, the musical lilt seeming to flow through her very being, making her tremble in his arms.
"So tell me, Sarah… what else does this fantasy include?"
"Honestly?"
"Always, Precious…."
Sarah leaned her head against his chest, her hands tracing down his forearms, lingering lightly over the defined muscles, which before now had always been hidden beneath shirtsleeves. With a soft smile her hands came to rest over his, fingers entwined as two pairs of hands lay over her belly.
"I don't know," she said, vaguely embarrassed by her own admission. "It was my favorite fantasy on bad days, but since it was my first it was always….somewhat simplistic and…well….incomplete."
A sultry purr rumbled from his chest. "Well…how about letting me fill in the blanks?"
Sarah froze considering the world of possibilities hidden within his simple words. Her libido cheered wildly and streaked from one dark corner of her mind to the other, rousting out every naughty fantasy she had ever had about Jareth. Her inner-voice….well…it just stood there gawping, still trying to come to terms with just what part of Jareth's anatomy was currently poking (rather insistently) into Sarah's lower back.
"Trust me, Love….I promise you won't regret it."
Behind her closed eyes, Sarah's world turned upside down at the thought.
"It isn't regret I'm afraid of," she whispered, unnerved by the needy rasp that colored her voice.
Lifting one of her hands as it was entwined with his, Jareth placed a tender kiss upon her palm, his voice a chocolate caress that slid with seductive intent into her heart.
"What it is that you are afraid of then, Sarah?"
"Never getting enough…."
Sarah was in heaven.
She had thought that when her initial fantasy, of being in the bath with Jareth had played itself out, she would be sent back to her room. But true to his word, Jareth began filling in the blanks, and she rather liked the way his mind was working.
Deftly sliding one arm under her knees, while the other cradled her against his chest, Jareth rose and carried her from the room, heedless of the drops of water that fell from their bodies as he moved. She wasn't sure what she expected him to do, but this was definitely not it. As they entered the Queen's Chambers, a door opened and Jareth carried her through it, coming into another bedroom swathed in deep burgundy and black. It was at that point she knew without a doubt that they were in his room.
"Guess you got to have me in your room tonight after all," she laughed softly, looking into his face, mesmerized by the elegant angles of his cheekbones and the arching features over his eyes.
"You are here yes…and I will have you, Pet. That is a promise," he drawled silkily, continuing to carry her across the room and through another door.
Sarah blushed, realizing what she had said. For once, her libido had no response, it merely quivered at the sight of Jareth's nude form and drooled in a rather unbecoming fashion. Her inner-self on the other hand, was completely catatonic.
Entering his bathroom, Sarah barely had time to register that the tub was still full, before he stopped in a stone recess. Gently Jareth lowered her to her feet, her wet body sliding sensuously down his own until she stood facing him, her arms still draped over his shoulders. With a small gesture of his hand, water began to pour from the top of the recess, like a spring rain that washed over them, fat drops of warm water running down their bodies. Impulsively Sarah leaned up, capturing his lips with hers once more, moaning against him as the electric pulse of magic shivered through her, as if trying to light up each cell in her body and make them glow. The taste of him made her blood race, traces of chocolate, cinnamon and peach combined with the exotic smell of him – Sarah's senses were on overload. And she no longer cared.
As his tongue danced over hers with velvet kisses too long denied, his hands ran down her back, slowly tracing every curve until they came to rest, cupping her ass and drawing her closer to him. The feel of his hard body against hers made her gasp into his mouth, the sound eagerly swallowed as he deepened the kiss, demanding more of her and accepting nothing less than what he wanted. And through it all, the liquid heat inside her began to pulse, dripping slowly from her core, making her squirm wantonly in his arms.
Unable to bear not touching him, Sarah's hands slid down over his arms, to drag her fingernails lightly over his chest. Clipping his nipples with her nails, Jareth hissed, the sound making Sarah smirk as her nails grazed further down his toned abdomen. Lower. Lower. Until she raked her fingernails along his hips, eliciting a low groan of desire from his throat, his hands suddenly grasping hers and wrenching them away from his body.
"But…." She breathed in protest, straining against his grip to return to touch his skin.
"You had your chance to request your fantasy, Precious," he chuckled wickedly, kissing her soundly to stop any further protest on her part. Pulling back, he looked at her, his eyes dark pools that seemed to suck any defiance out of her. "Now let me take care of you... Immobile…." he teased with a wolfish grin. "Wasn't that what you wanted?"
Sarah nodded in awe as he released her hands, pressing them around his neck once more.
Without another word, Jareth began to wash her. Starting at her head and moving gradually toward her feet, Jareth lathered his hands with the sweet smelling soap, then tenderly rubbed them over her flesh, stroking away the tension from the day and banishing all of the stress. Down her arms his fingers ran, firmly caressing every muscle. Across her back and around her ribs, massaging her breasts and the gentle swell of her hips. In all of her wildest dreams, nothing compared to this one moment, this feeling of being utterly wanted. Completely cared for. Adored. She wanted nothing more than to stay here forever, in this one moment in time.
Losing herself in the feeling of his hands as they slid over her body, Sarah was only dimly aware of him kneeling, the sight of his unruly hair pelted under the gentle raindrops from above making her smile in wonder, while blushing.
Sarah's hands wound their way into his hair, marveling at the softness of it, even as the water weighed it down.
"Jareth…you shouldn't….(Ahhh!)…do….this…." she gasped, as his hands massaged her thighs, before kneading her ass and hips. "You're…a…(Oh God!)….King."
He looked up at her, mismatched eyes looking piercingly into hers.
"No more protests, Pet or I will turn this into my fantasy and gag that pretty mouth of yours," he growled, the words sending a shiver rocketing up Sarah's spine as her knees wobbled, unable to decide if he was being serious or teasing.
"You never know….I might like that," she purred, surprised at her own words and the fact that uttering them made her blood run like lava through her veins, to churn heatedly in her belly.
Running his soapy hands further up her thighs to caress the hidden folds, still slick from his earlier teasing, Jareth laughed, the sound a low roar, making Sarah's head swim as the sound ricocheted around the small alcove. Hooking his fingers inside her silken channel once more, he gave her a laconic smirk, watching her arch upon his fingers, a sharp gasp squeaking from her lips.
"Keep pushing, Pet and you'll find out sooner rather than later."
Unable to help herself, Sarah continued to bait him, "Oh…and were you planning to do that later…."
"That and much more, Precious. You have no idea what I have planned for you," came the reply, his clipped tone and words seeming to strike a chord deep within her.
…Clever bastard….
Oh Gods yes! Moaned her libido, quivering lustfully. Please just jump him!
….And if he is serious about the gag….what do you think he'd do if I tried to jump him?...
Tie you to his bed and do wonderfully wicked things to you for days on end? Suggested her libido, being its usual 'helpful' self. Who cares? It would soooo be worth it!
Sarah was having a hard time arguing with that logic, especially when Jareth had finished rinsing the soap from her body and began to lick up her legs with long, slow, drags of his tongue. Over the top of her thighs, behind her knees, along her calves, before teasing along her inner thighs. Teasing. Taunting. Touching. But never caressing the point that most ached for him.
…Correction….Complete and utter bastard….
Gah!
Then his tongue moved further upward, sliding around her belly, dipping into her bellybutton and making her squeal as it tickled. Up. Up. Gliding with languid strokes that twirled around each nipple – just enough to tease, but offer no relief. Up. Up. Sliding along her collarbone, his lips caressing and nipping at the bony-outcropping before swiftly latching onto her earlobe once more, eliciting a needy grunt that made Sarah blush hotly.
Pulling her from the shower recess, Jareth proceeded to gently pat her dry with a fluffy towel, the feel of the towel against her sensitive areas making her gasp and quake. Sarah blushed deeply as Jareth dried her, as if it only just occurred to her that she was thoroughly naked in front of him, one arm snaking up to cover her breasts, while the other slid toward the juncture of her thighs. She felt her skin flush hotter as he 'tsk-ed' at her, his eyes shining with a bemused smirk.
"A bit late for modesty, don't you think, Love?"
Turning her around to dry her back, he dragged the towel over her skin, until it fairly glowed, before peppering the back of her neck with heated kisses.
"There now, Pet. All clean. (…For the moment at least….) Just in time to see how dirty I can make you before our time is up," Jareth whispered, his eyes laughing at the glazed expression that washed over her face as her mind seized at the mere thought of what he might mean.
Oh yes. While her first fantasy may have already been fulfilled, new ideas were already forming in her lust-addled brain. New fantasies that seemed to stand a very good shot of coming true before this very night was through.
"More?"
Shaking her head, Sarah smiled, letting out a contented sigh as she leaned against his chest. When Jareth tweaked to the fact that her fantasy was to be cared for, she never imagined that she would be bathed by him, and then end up on his lap, in front of a roaring fire, wrapped up in one of his dressing gowns while he fed her. But… here she was. And she wasn't complaining one little bit.
Spoonful by luscious spoonful he fed her a thick stew of meat and vegetables, interspersed with bites of fresh bread slathered in honey butter and topped off with…
….Peaches and cream….what else could I expect?...
You should've offered to eat the peaches only if you could lick the cream off his chest, grumbled her libido, flashing mental images of just how yummy Jareth would look covered in cream.
That would have only led to Jareth fantasy #73, quipped her inner-voice, having finally come to her senses after the mind-bending orgasm in the bath, which required a complete 'reboot' of her inner-self and her in-built 'rationality' programming.
…Hmm…#73 was always one of my favorites... Sarah smiled to herself, snuggling blissfully against Jareth's chest. ….Maybe next time…. Next time? Wow. I'm already thinking of next time. I hope there is one….
He did promise that you just had to say the word and he'd make all of your fantasies come true. I think that means there will be a next time, reasoned her inner-self, while her libido whooped for joy, a sentiment shared by Sarah as well.
She was warm. She was well fed. She was relaxed. And most of all…she was in Jareth's arms, someplace she never thought she'd be after turning him down once before. The week had definitely improved. Purring happily, she glanced up at Jareth and felt her blood pulse heavily in her ears once more – his seductive smirk telling her that her week was about to get even better.
"And now, I think dessert is in order," he said, his voice a velvet purr as his heated breath washed over her exposed flesh of her shoulder. Picking her up once more, he sought her lips with his, tasting the sweetness of the peach nectar that still clung to them.
Breaking the kiss, Sarah's emerald eyes flashed impishly as she caught his gaze. "Um… I thought the peaches and cream were dessert?" she asked, blushing as she caught herself absently caressing the bit of his bare chest that peeked from the folds of the robe he had carelessly wrapped around himself.
"It was… for you at least," Jareth growled quietly, the sound making every nerve in Sarah's body come alight at once. Laying her tenderly upon his bed, Jareth's fingers plucked at the sash of the robe, letting it fall open and allowing his darkened eyes to feast hungrily upon the exposed ivory flesh. "Now….I'll have mine."
Oh Gods…. Whimpered her libido as Jareth's fingers lightly caressed across her lips, before gliding down her bared throat, dipping along the valley of her breasts, down her abdomen, to stop just before reaching the apex of her thighs, leaving her trembling in anticipation.
….You can say that again….
Oh Gods…Oh Gods…. Came the whispered reply, her libido now overcome with lust.
Feeling her entire body begin to buzz, Sarah watched him intently. With a flick of his wrist a shining crystal appeared. Jareth gave her a devilish smile, as her eyes grew wide, following the course of the crystal as it spun over his fingers.
Sarah could hardly believe her ears as the words snuck out of her mouth, her voice hoarse with desire, "What is that?"
His wicked chuckle echoed through the room, her body responding as a flood of heat surged toward her core, while her nipples tightened painfully.
"One of your fantasies…. Do you want it?" came the dark reply, a seductive invitation that he hoped she would not be able to deny.
Sarah paused. ….How could he know?... Her mouth opened, but no sound came. Swallowing hard against the lump that seemed intent on choking her, she tried again, nodding her head, "Y-Yes."
With a vague sense of déjà vu, Sarah watched as Jareth held the crystal up on the fingertips of one hand, then with a deft twist of his hand, a snake appeared looping around his fingers, the sight forcing a fearful whimper from her throat as she attempted to scoot up the bed away from him. His free hand gripped her ankle tightly, holding her fast as he shushed her gently.
"Trust me, Pet. Things are not always as they seem. Think back…..Remember," he soothed, his eyes locking with hers, imploring her to remember the past.
Seeing the light of memory come on in her green eyes, Jareth released his hold upon her ankle, stretching the snake between his hands. He glanced quickly from Sarah to the snake, before tossing it at her head, thrilled when she didn't scream or shrink away as the snake transformed into a silken scarf, blindfolding her.
Sarah's heart raced, throbbing almost painfully in her chest as she strained, listening for any movement Jareth might make. Holding her breath in an effort to silence the pounding of her own blood in her ears, she heard the soft whisper of fabric, followed by a soft pop. Then there was nothing but the sound of her breathing and Jareth's.
Warm hands gently rolled her over, gliding smoothing over her flesh. …Oil….he has oil on his hands and it smells heavenly…. She felt the bed move, her breath catching in her throat at the realization that he was not only on the bed with her, but kneeling over her, the muscles of his thighs lightly touching hers as she was effectively pinned in place. Whimpering, she tried to ignore the heat pouring from his body and dancing over her own.
"Relax," he commanded, his voice quiet, yet firm, making her tremble beneath him as her body melted into the bed.
Without warning, Jareth laid his hands upon her shoulders, the sudden heat of them wrenching a startled gasp from her lips.
"Hush, Pet…I'm not going to hurt you," he reassured her, his tone dark and seductive. "At least… not tonight," he continued. She felt him lean low over her body until his lips caressed the skin near her ear. "But believe me, Love…someday, you'll beg for it…in ways you can't even begin to imagine."
Licking her lips, Sarah felt the heat sinking deeper into her belly, as if threatening to pour out of her in a sudden flood of desire and lust.
"You'd be surprised what I have imagined," she whispered softly.
…Holy shit! … Sarah moaned inwardly in shock ….Did I just tell Jareth I had….
…. Kinky fantasies about him. Yes. Yes, you did…. Replied her inner-self, while her libido snickered merrily in a corner, flipping through some of her more 'naughty' fantasies and providing a running slide-show of all of the 'interesting' positions and props that could be employed.
Jareth laughed, the sound a cross between a chuckle and a growl, sending an electric jolt straight to her core.
"Hmm….there is more to my Sarah than there first appears," he crooned, his lips lightly brushing her cheek before moving away, while his hands began to knead her shoulders and back. With firm strokes he caressed her back, teasing the muscles with deep touches that chased away the knots and pains. "And I shall be most happy to explore all that Sarah and her fantasies have to offer."
…. His Sarah…. His Sarah? Oh Gods…yes…..
Biting her tongue to hold back the torrent of dark fantasies that her libido was demanding that she share with him, Sarah tried to focus upon the feel of his hands on her body. His hands smoothed over her flesh, long strokes that loosened tight muscles, making her purr, her body relaxing further. Down her back, the firm touch slid, until his talented fingers were once more kneading the rounded globes of her
ass, the sensation making her squirm and blush once more.
…Oh my God that feels good….but it shouldn't….Oh…but….it does…. Who knew that could feel so damn good…. She thought in wonder, each firm touch making her belly throb anew, the tell-tale sensation of a drip sliding from deep within her, making her face flush hotly against the pillow as her thighs clamped tightly in a vain attempt to stop the continuing trickle.
Jareth chuckled, the wriggle of her body and tightness in her thighs, giving her away.
"So… tell me Pet. Is it the thought of me doing wicked things to you or the massage that is making you we…..wriggle?"
An inarticulate moan was all the answer Sarah was capable of giving as his hands began to massage her thighs, oiled fingers wrapping around to knead the inside of her thighs, before sliding across to press knowingly against the taut outer muscles. Over and over his hands slid, so close to the ache within her, yet showing no sign of touching her intimately, the sensation enough to make Sarah's body nearly vibrate with need.
Moving from atop her, Jareth's hands ran down her legs, massaging in small circles as he went. Sarah groaned at the feeling of his thumbs digging into her calves, teasing out the knots that had built up over the week. Finishing with her feet, she felt him leave the bed and nearly whimpered at the sensation of loss that washed over her. Then she felt him once more, his lips caressing her cheek.
"Roll over, Precious," he instructed, dark laughter edging his voice. "I'll have my dessert now."
Sarah's heart seemed to stop in her chest, before thumping wildly as she turned over on the bed. She felt her face grow hot knowing that she was spread upon his bed, naked and he was looking at her. She could feel his gaze as it penetrated her. The heady combination of feeling vulnerable and being cared for making her head swim, as her body threatened to come undone. Then she felt his lips caress the tender flesh of her throat, while two fingers traced her lips.
"So beautiful…" he murmured, soft lips caressing her with each word.
Opening her lips in response, Sarah sucked the fingers into her mouth, bathing them with her tongue, feeling her desire soar at the low growl Jareth gave. She whimpered when he pulled his fingers from her mouth, only to gasp sharply when she felt those same fingers tease around one nipple, the cold wet feeling contrasting violently with his hot mouth as it crashed upon the other.
Sarah arched upward at the unexpected sensation. Hot. Cold. Both wet. Both sending electric jolts of desire racing to her very core. His wet fingers and hot mouth continued their journey, tracing lazy patterns along her torso, while moving ever lower. She gave a mournful whimper as his hands left her body, only to be replaced with a needy moan when they reappeared, lightly grazing her inner thighs, nudging them outward, all the while, his lips and tongue continued their slow descent. Deliberate strokes of his tongue lingered over her hip, before swooping further downward, a flurry of tender kisses raining upon her inner thighs as they fell open before him, her face suffused with heat as feathery wisps of hair tickled her skin. With every kiss and caress whispered words of love, lust and desire drifted to her ears.
Warm breath played over her skin, hitting the slick folds and making her shiver from the phantom caress. Sarah squirmed, unsure if she was trying to get away or seek more. Slender fingers slid around her hip, pressing her down, a low growl rumbling in warning. Then his tongue flicked home, a quick slice along her heated flesh, barely parting her, yet pulling a sharp cry from her lips.
And then he was there, insistent in his actions, tasting, teasing, taunting until there was nothing left for her, but the feeling of her flesh, pulsing with need. Then just as suddenly, he stopped, leaving her panting and quivering.
"Hmm…So sweet. Luscious really. But you seem tense again, Pet. This seems to be a recurring problem for you," Jareth teased. "If you can't relax, I'll have no choice but to stop."
Whimpering, Sarah wove her hand through his hair. "No…." she pleaded.
Jareth chuckled darkly, releasing her hip to pull her hand from his hair before pinning it to the side. "Ah-ah-ha, Love… hands off…."
Taking deep breaths, Sarah forced herself to relax into the silken sheets, relishing the cool feel of the material against her burning skin. Without warning his tongue slipped against her, piercing her core, making her moan and writhe, the one touch unraveling any control she had left.
"More…." she panted, fisting handfuls of the sheets as she struggled to keep her hands away from him, when she wanted nothing more than to entwine her hands in his hair and keep him there, so long as he would continue the sweet torment that flooded her body with warmth and made lava pool deep within her.
Gasping, she arched upward, feeling her core melting under his onslaught, until all feeling was concentrated in one spot, the one spot he had not yet touched. Sarah whimpered, knowing a touch there would send her over. One touch is all it would take, the sensation throbbing and clawing in her belly, threatening to break free and consume her. With a feral groan, she opened her mouth to give in to the urge to beg, only to scream as his thumb found the throbbing bud. A light touch teasing her higher, before an abrupt pinching twist rocketed her over the edge, the fire within her bursting free in a blinding flash of internal flame. Heat roared through her body, every nerve screaming her release as she spasmed against the bed.
Lost in the power of her release, she didn't see or feel the room spin away. Still gasping for air, it took her several minutes to realize Jareth was gone. His heavenly tongue was no longer tormenting her and his hands were not holding her fast. Ripping the blindfold from her eyes she peered around.
"Fuuuuuuck!" she panted, realizing she was back in her bed, tucked under her own covers, still trembling and naked.
A tousled red-head peered at her from the bed across the room.
"I wondered when you'd get back," Carrie said with a sleepy yawn. "I trust you had fun?"
"Uh-huhhh," Sarah purred, licking her lips with Cheshire cat glee. "Didn't fully get to finish though," she sighed, rolling on to her side and giving her pillow a vicious thump.
Bedsprings squeaked in protest as Carrie slid from her bed.
"Tell you what. I'm going to go downstairs and make us some hot chocolate so you can tell me alllll about your evening. I'll be gone about 15 minutes, so I suggest you put BoB to use, cuz when I get back I want to hear every last erotic detail," her friend laughed, tugging open the door to their room.
"Bob?" Sarah asked. "What on earth do I need a goblin for?"
"Not Bob the goblin," giggled Carrie, thinking she needed brain-bleach after the very idea of a goblin having sex. "BoB as in 'Battery-operated-Boyfriend'. I think tonight would be a good time for you to break in BoB."
With that, Carrie shut the door.
Pulling the pink toy from under her pillow Sarah looked at it and chuckled. Having seen the 'real thing' BoB was woefully inadequate, but for the next four hours it was all she had and she planned to put it to good use.
NEXT CHAPTER: Jareth's Fantasy….