A/N: Hey guys! Thank you all so much for your support. I can't tell you how much it means to me. As you've seen, the rating has changed and this chapter contains a lemon. Don't like, don't read.
Jareth sunk down into the last upright chair remaining in the room. He dropped his head into his bare hands with a defeated sigh.
The royal bedchamber was in shambles: overturned chairs and tables, torn curtains and tapestries, smashed bric-a-brac. A handful of books had been slapped off the grand bookshelf. One section of the stone floor was littered with black and white chess pieces that had been previously sitting innocently upon one of the now broken mahogany tables.
Almost nothing had escaped the Goblin King's wrath.
For the past forty minutes, Jareth had been angrily pacing the room venting his anger upon whatever inanimate object came within arm's reach. He had finally managed to calm down and now found himself completely exhausted.
He had lost his temper. He hadn't meant to say those things to Sarah.
She had wounded him and he had lashed out.
He knew she hadn't meant what she'd said either. The Goblin Queen's current condition had been making her emotions quite unpredictable. His jaw clenched slightly as he recalled the events leading up to his current predicament...
The Goblin King and Queen had been invited to a diplomatic gala in a neighboring kingdom which had two main purposes: the first was for the Underground monarchs to discuss a few border technicalities between the Dragon Mountain and the Mermaid Port, neither of which were anywhere near the Goblin City, so that part had been quite dull; the second was for the fay nobles to congratulate the happy Labyrinth couple on their upcoming bundle of joy.
Jareth had been bursting with pride as he led his four and a half month pregnant wife around the room to the various lords and ladies.
Every member of the court had heartily wished them a safe pregnancy and birth. An image of a little Goblin Prince or Princess tottering around the Labyrinth and Goblin City was a popular topic of discussion among the fay mingling in the ballroom.
Sarah had glowed brighter than the loveliest star in Jareth's eyes.
She looked simply ravishing in a short-sleeved, floor-length gown with dark green lace over the gold colored fabric underneath. The dress was an empire-waist cut to accentuate her growing baby-bump. Her hair was set in an elegant bun atop her head with spiral curls framing her face and her medallion, bearing the royal crest, hung proudly from her slender neck.
Exquisite.
Jareth wore his matching crest over a wine-colored poet's shirt with a dark chest-plate and his signature ebony cape; charcoal-gray breeches and knee-high black boots completed his regal attire.
After a few hours, Sarah had excused herself to the ladies room leaving her husband standing alone, staring indifferently at an elaborate tapestry of a Minotaur when he sensed an unwelcome presence come to his left side.
He didn't have to look to know that it was Lady Ninya.
Ninya was the eldest niece of Bartus the Dwarf King, Jareth's closest ally. The two kings were on such pleasant terms that some Goblins lived under Bartus's reign in the Catacombs, and some Dwarfs (like Hogwart) lived in the Labyrinth under Jareth's.
Unfortunately, this put him in a rather awkward position. At the risk of disrupting the peaceful relations between himself and Bartus, Jareth was forced to endure the covert flirtations of the Dwarf King's niece.
This was a song and dance that the Goblin King was quite familiar with.
One thing about fay psychology is that there were two schools of thought concerning sexual relations. Shakespeare had depicted fay as incredibly sensual creatures and this was true. To the human perspective, all fay possessed devastating beauty and an aura that suggested a long history of care-free sexual experience.
However, this was only half of the truth. Indeed, all fay exuded sensuality and there were plenty of fey that used sexual intercourse indiscriminately, but there were just as many that valued sex to the point of abstinence; Jareth was among the latter.
He had never taken a lover before Sarah.
As king, he had a responsibility to his kingdom and could not run the risk of having illegitimate offspring scattered all over the Underground. But more importantly, he never had any interest in the numerous fay bachelorettes of the Underground.
The ladies of the court were nothing but petty, social climbers. They sought a title, not a soul-mate.
He detested the shallow, coy advances of the un-mated female fay and found solace in the humorous antics of his goblin subjects. So he had isolated himself by ruling the Labyrinth alone for over thirteen-hundred years, waiting faithfully for his true mate.
Ninya was one of the few females who continued her pathetic pursuit of him after his marriage to Sarah; but he wasn't surprised. Any self-respecting fey would have deemed the endeavor as a lost cause by now.
"Oh, Jareth!" Ninya cooed a little too close to his ear. "I can't tell you how ecstatic I am for you. You've been waiting so long for a queen and an heir to your throne and now it's finally happening! Isn't it wonderful?"
He could tell that her enthusiasm was exaggerated.
"Quite." He said, still staring at the tapestry.
"I must admit, Jareth, that I had my doubts about your marrying a human."
The Goblin King bit back a growl on the hinted derision in her voice.
"She must have been beyond extraordinary to catch the eye of the Underground's most elusive and eligible bachelor." Ninya's voice had then dropped slightly into, what Jareth guessed, was supposed to be a more seductive tone.
He had heard more attractive sounds from the pet pigs his goblin subjects kept.
"Indeed."
Ninya must have noticed that her current tactic was not providing the desired outcome, for the next thing Jareth knew, he felt her place her right hand on his upper arm and squeeze gently.
"I hope she continues to live up to your expectations, Jareth. You're so brilliant and powerful; you deserve nothing but the best."
Jareth's teeth ground together at the obvious insinuation in the female's voice, and though he wanted nothing more than to snatch his arm away and tell the bed-hopping harlot to take her business elsewhere, his position left him no alternative but to keep a civil tongue in his head.
He turned to her and inclined his head politely, yet stiffly.
"You flatter me Lady Ninya." His grin was tight.
Sadly, that was when the Goblin Queen had reappeared.
"Excuse me." Sarah voice was sharp. "Just who in the hell gave you permission touch my husband?"
"Oh, your highness!" Ninya released Jareth's bicep and took a step back. "Forgive me; I was simply trying to-"
"I know very well what you were simply trying to do," Sarah growled, taking a step toward her, "and if you ever come near Jareth again you vindictive, little-"
"That's enough, Sarah." Jareth stepped between the two ladies.
"What?!" His mate half-shouted, causing several fey heads turned in their direction.
"I'm so sorry." Jareth addressed to Ninya. "My wife is not feeling too well, so we shall take our leave now. I bid you good evening my lady. Give my regards to your uncle."
Ninya still looked quite startled and he didn't blame her; the Goblin Queen's wrath could be quite terrifying.
Before Sarah could say another word, Jareth had rushed the two of them to an empty balcony on the west-side of the castle.
"What the hell was that Jareth?" Her hands were balled into fists.
"This is not the place to make a scene. We shall discuss this at home."
For a second, she looked like she was about to argue, but instead she pursed her lips and turned to face the horizon.
In a swirl of glitter and fabric, the Goblin King and Queen instantly transformed into two barn owls and soared into the night air. As they flew over forests, rivers and valleys, Jareth could feel the building rage emanating from his wife through their fay bond.
In no time, the two birds of prey arrived at the castle beyond the Goblin City and flew into their bedchamber through the open balcony doors. Without wasting another second, both returned to their true form and faced each other.
"Sarah, listen to me-"
"No! YOU listen to ME! How could you DO that to me? I leave you alone for FIVE minutes and come back to find you entertaining that SLUT, and you have the NERVE to make ME look like I'M in the wrong!"
"I was not-"
"SHUT UP! I'm not BLIND, Jareth!" Sarah's face was red with fury. "EVERY goddamn time we go to court, I see how those women fawn all over you! I also see how you NEVER do ANYTHING to stop them! You just SMIRK at this, and LAUGH at that; it makes me SICK!"
"I've told you before, those women, regardless of their intentions, have delicate, political connections in the court." Jareth removed his gloves and tossed them on to the dresser. "If you or I were to say the wrong thing, it could result in the end of the alliances between the kingdoms. It could result in war. For the sake of diplomacy-"
"Oh SCREW you and your FUCKING diplomacy!"
Jareth flinched.
"I think you're just using all that SHIT as an excuse," she hissed, "I think you ENJOY all that extra attention you get from those WHORES! Now that I'm getting FATTER every day, the idea of SCREWING some common SKANK must be pretty appealing to you, RIGHT?"
"Sarah, you don't know what you're-"
"Oh, so now I'm CRAZY too, huh?! Wow. Gee, THANKS for being there for me as the world falls down, Jareth!" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Sarah-"
"I bet you wish you could LOVE without my heartbeat now!"
"ENOUGH!"
Sarah jumped back as a loud crack of thunder jarred the room at Jareth's sudden exclamation.
The shadows in the room darkened.
The air crackled with magic energy Jareth was barely managing to control.
The Goblin King towered over his queen, his face twisted into a furious scowl. He hadn't looked this frightening since she'd first met him. Her adult fey anger might have been impressive, but Jareth was still centuries her senior when it came to magic as well as emotion.
"How DARE you question my devotion to you?!" Jareth spat. "Is this not my KINGDOM which we share?! Is that not my CREST around your neck?! Is that not my CHILD in your womb?! Do you have any IDEA what I went through when YOU rejected ME nine years ago?! Do you know how AGONIZING it was, waiting for you to return?! Especially when part of me BELIEVED that I would NEVER see you again because I was CERTAIN that you DESPISED me! And for what?! For doing EXACTLY as you WISHED?! For living up to EVERY LAST ONE of your villainous expectations of me?! After EVERYTHING that has passed between us, is THIS what you think of MY love for you?! Or have you REALLY changed so LITTLE in your last seven years as a HUMAN, you selfish, ungrateful little BRAT?!"
A long stretch of heated silence passed before Sarah teleported out of the room, tears streaming down her face, leaving a furious Jareth alone in a room full of defenseless furniture.
Jareth rose from his chair and quickly cast a spell to repair the damage around him.
Once that was done, he went to the balcony and leaned against the door-frame. He could sense Sarah's magic safely nearby. No doubt she'd gone to see Hobo, the knight and the ogre for comfort.
As much as he desperately wanted to go to her, he knew it was better that he kept his distance. She would let him know when she was ready for apologies. Besides, he had his pride and she had hurt him deeply.
He had loved Sarah long before she existed, before he saw her face or knew her name, long before she possessed a heartbeat. He had been waiting faithfully for his soul-mate for centuries.
How could she think, for one moment, that he wanted to lose her?
He knew Sarah's human mind was still adjusting to its fay perspective.
Though she was leaps and bounds more beautiful than any female fay Jareth had ever laid his mis-matched eyes upon (even while she was human), she still possessed that mortal insecurity when it came to her physical appearance. The added weight of her pregnancy, figurative and literal, only aggravated those doubts. Her mood swings had been unpredictable, but perfectly tolerable up until now.
This time it had gone too far and he had snapped. He just hoped that she would forgive him as he had already forgiven her.
Jareth sensed his queen coming seconds before she materialized in their bedchamber.
Her bun had come loose and her hair fell in gorgeous, chocolate waves around her shoulders.
He could feel her regret through their bond and knew that she could feel his in return.
"Jareth, I'm so sor-"
The Goblin King had crossed the room and claimed her mouth in a heated kiss before she could finish. His arms wound tightly around her waist pulling her flush against the length of his hard body.
She slid her fingers into his wild hair, raking her nails gently against his scalp.
Her husband growled in approval and pushed his tongue past the barrier of her lips to tangle sweetly with her own.
Sarah moaned into Jareth's mouth as their tongues battled for dominance. She felt her knees starting to shake with the effort of standing upright. One quick, silent magic spell and she had transported them to the bed, with her back to the mattress and Jareth lying between her spread legs.
He pulled away from her lips, propping himself up on his right forearm, and gave her that smirk that made her insides melt with desire.
"Eager are we, precious?"
"Always."
A tiny surge of magical energy passed from Jareth, and the royal couple's clothing vanished. The Goblin King kissed every inch of Sarah's face before meeting her lips again. He plundered her mouth with an intensity she had never felt before.
Breaking away for a brief intake of air, Jareth made a trail of hot, open-mouth kisses down Sarah's neck all the way to her left breast.
She gasped as his mouth closed over her nipple and sucked hard; his left hand gently kneaded her right breast. After a few moments, he switched breasts and Sarah's fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued his delicious torture.
Finally releasing her thoroughly ravished breasts, Jareth continued to kiss down Sarah's stomach, rubbing his nose affectionately against her swollen belly, before reaching his destination.
She cried out in ecstasy as he then buried his face between her legs and devoured her sex.
Nothing in any world could compare to the magic that was Jareth's tongue against her secret flesh, but just as she felt the sensations starting to build to their fullest, he pulled away.
Before she could form a good death-glare, Jareth had positioned himself at her entrance and returned to her eye-level. Sealing her lips with a kiss, he thrust his hips forward, filling his mate completely.
Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck as he set a steady rhythm. She rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, locking her ankles behind his back.
Jareth panted heavily in her ear and she moaned out loud at the overpowering sensations rising between them. His thrusts increased in speed and Sarah felt the sweet pressure building again. His arms clutched her body as close to his as possible and he refused to look anywhere but into her glazed, emerald eyes.
"Sarah," he whispered, his voice heavy with lust, "you turn my world."
At his words, Sarah came with a vengeance. Her back arched off the bed and she screamed as she drowned in a vast ocean of pleasure.
The sight of his beautiful wife in the throes of sexual completion was the Goblin King's undoing. His body tensed as he followed his wife into sweet oblivion, her name a deep groan on his lips.
Sarah's eyes fluttered open at the brilliant golden light of morning spilling into the royal bedchamber. She noticed a familiar mop of platinum-blonde hair tickling her pregnant stomach as she stretched the sleep out of her muscles. Jareth was pressing his ear against her belly and whispering something too low for her to hear.
"Hey." She greeted, running a hand through the Goblin King's wild, rock-star mane. "What are you doing down there?"
Jareth raised his head slowly and Sarah was shocked to see tears in his eyes. She immediately sat up and started to panic.
"Jareth, what is it? What's wrong? Is it the baby? What's happened?!"
"The baby's perfect, my love." He sounded dazed.
"Then why are-"
"I sensed something different when I awoke, this morning. It was so faint I almost missed it."
Sarah furrowed her brow in confusion and concentrated on the baby's tiny, magical energy pulsating within her.
He was right; something was different, more defined. She just couldn't put her finger on it, though.
She looked up at Jareth inquisitively and saw a breathtaking smile spread across his serene face and a few tears slide down his sculpted cheeks.
"Sarah," Jareth reverently whispered. "It's a boy."
A/N: I teared up writing that last part! Coming soon is the little Goblin Prince!