A/N: WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! Explicit sexual content ahead! Read at your own risk!
The ball is magnificent.
Three massive diamond chandeliers hang from the ceiling in a triangle formation. Various ornate mirrors sit between the swags of shimmering gold fabric adorning the carved cherry wood walls. The polished marble floor is almost completely obscured beneath the numerous guests.
They are the lords and ladies of the royal fay court. Couples twirl around the room to a soft waltz from an invisible orchestra; those who chose not to dance, politely mingle in sizable groups. Some, whose intake of goblin wine has exceeded the recommended limit, fill the air with their raucous laughter.
There is only one female who stands out among the frivolous nobility.
The glittering white of her lavish ball gown is a noticeable contrast to the brilliant gold, scarlet, and violet hues worn by her masked peers.
Yes, the theme is masquerade.
The woman in white smiles to herself at the sense of deja-vu; though she feels no fear or adolescent anxiety this time, her body is taut with energy.
Her forest-green eyes, hidden behind a small feather mask that matches her dress, scan the elegant ballroom repeatedly.
He's here.
She can feel him.
Whenever his eyes fall upon her she can feel them running over her body like the hands of a lover and her desire to reach him becomes more and more urgent.
Still he eludes her. He wears the same bejeweled royal-blue costume as before. He keeps his face hidden behind his devil-mask. Sometimes he's moving through the crowd a few yards away from her, sometimes he's standing still in the periphery of her vision, but it's only a second before he vanishes from sight; a predator stalking all-too-willing prey.
A familiar shiver shoots up her spine and her jaw goes slack at the pleasant sensation.
She turns around and spots him standing just outside the jubilant throng, against the far wall. When he doesn't disappear after a brief moment, she quickly, but gracefully, moves through the mass of bodies towards him.
Once she breaks free from the multitude, he moves behind a curtain of gold to his left. She pulls the fabric aside once she approaches, revealing a dark, narrow corridor.
She follows without hesitation. The ball is being thrown in a neighboring kingdom for some cause she forgot about hours ago. They won't be missed.
The heavy darkness would have made the stone passage quite difficult to navigate had she still been human, but her fay eyes could easily make out the sharp turn to the left forty feet ahead and the thirteen steps down to the right immediately after.
The stairs lead to a small room filled with stacks of matching decorative chairs and a few small, handsome tables; clearly a storage area. The only light comes from a thick candle sitting in a tiny alcove in the wall.
Her eyes comb over the space but find it devoid of the fay male. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. There are no other exits besides the one she's currently blocking.
She's just about to turn around and check the corridor for any turns she might have missed when a strong pair of masculine arms seizes her about the waist from behind.
"Hello, precious." He purrs into her left ear.
She gasps softly as he kisses the shell before nipping it gently. She tilts he head to the side as he plants kiss after kiss along the sensitive skin of her neck. Her hands reach back to rake through his long, layered blonde hair.
His gloved hands slide up to cup her breasts roughly through the bodice of her gown. His mouth clamps down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder, deliberately sucking hard to leave a mark.
She bites her lip to keep from moaning and slips her hands from his hair. She then reaches behind her to grope his backside.
With a growl, he abruptly spins her around to slam his lips against her own, trapping her hands between their chests. Her lips automatically part for him and his sinful tongue battles with hers for dominance. He molds her to the shape of his lean body and her legs start to tremble when she feels his arousal pressing against her belly.
Sensing her unsteadiness, he walks her backwards without breaking their heated kiss. Grasping her hips, he sets her on one of the tables and finally releases her sweet mouth.
He quickly removes her mask and throws it carelessly over his shoulder.
They both pause slightly as mismatched blue and brown meet forest green. The mutual lust he sees in her eyes entices him to press another passionate kiss to her swollen lips.
He then pulls away and sinks to his knees in front of her, nudging her legs apart. He clutches her thick skirt and bunches it up around her waist. His erection throbs painfully as he sees that she's worn no undergarments of any kind.
Naughty girl. He thinks as he pulls off his gloves with his sharp teeth and leans in close to her core.
His warm breath on her flesh makes her shiver and she jumps slightly when she feels his thumb press against her clit and start rubbing in firm circles. She moans out loud when he sinks his index finger inside of her and expertly crooks the digit making her pant and buck her hips. She knows she won't last; she's already so tightly wound from his cat-and-mouse act earlier.
Oh God, oh God! I'm almost there! Yes! Please! Please! She mentally shouts.
Yet he does stop his ministrations and she yells in agonized frustration.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful your little cunt is, precious? It's all ripe and flushed pink like a peach."
Dear God! She cries in her head. Is he trying to kill me?
Apparently so, as he gives her folds one long, hard lick.
"Mmmm. So sweet and juicy; it's exactly like a peach." He croons before delving his god-like tongue into her lower lips once more.
She clasped his head in her hands, desperate to keep him in place between her thighs.
His mouth works at her relentlessly. His tongue pushes and strokes and laps. His nose rubs against her clit.
When he moans into her heat, the vibrations finally snap the spring and she screams out her orgasm, fisting his hair between her fingers for several long seconds before her bones turn to jelly.
He grins to himself and starts to rise from his crouched position before she launches herself at him, knocking him back to his elbows on the stone floor. His eyes widen, he hadn't expected her to recover so quickly.
Damn fay blood.
"My turn." She whispers against his lips in a sultry voice before gently licking his right cheek with just the tip of her tongue.
Slipping her hands inside his blue coat, she scratches down his chest over his thin linen shirt making him hiss. She shimmies down his prone body to the waistband of his skin-tight breeches. She quickly undoes the three buttons and his stiff manhood springs free.
Holding his gaze, she leans forward and licks the underside of his pulsing cock from base to tip.
He responds with a growl.
She smirks at him and places a soft kiss to the sensitive tip before taking it into her mouth.
His head falls back and he groans in absolute pleasure.
She wraps her hand around the base of his shaft and squeezes tenderly. She gradually builds up speed, sucking and swirling her tongue around his tip and pumping the base in her hand.
His hips start to jerk upwards.
"Ah, precious! Oh yes! I-I'm going to-FUCK!"
She feels him stiffen and her mouth floods with his delicious fay seed. She swallows him hungrily.
In a flash she is back on the table, skirt bunched around her hips again.
He forces her bodice down low enough to expose her full breasts. He fondles them harshly and slants his lips over hers in another demanding kiss. When he pulls away, he dips his head to her left breast and suckles the nipple into his mouth. She eagerly arches her back to him.
Once he finishes repeating the action to her right breast, he leans forward and she feels the tip of his cock brushing against her dripping entrance.
Thank GOD for fay blood. She notes internally.
Without another warning, he snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her wet folds.
She shouts in ecstasy and wraps her arms and legs tightly around him as he begins to thrust at a furious pace. The table repeatedly slams into the wall as he fucks her hard. She can hear him growling deep in his throat next to her ear. The fingers of his right hand dig into the soft flesh of her hip. His left arm is wound around her back, crushing her soft body against his own.
The feel of her supple breasts rubbing against his chest drives him mad!
She sinks her teeth into the skin of his neck and the fay male throws his head back with a wild roar. He slams his powerful hips against her harder and faster. She releases his neck and comes face-to-face with his seductive eyes.
His right hand slips between them and moves swiftly against her clit. Her eyes shut tight as she feels the pressure reaching its breaking point.
His thrusts become erratic.
She starts to shake.
"That's it, precious. Come for me. Come for your king!"
"JARETH!"
Sarah's climax slams into her like a freight train. She screams so loud her throat aches with the effort.
Jareth's muscles lock in place as he spills himself into her with a groan.
They hold each other in silence as their breathing slowly returns to normal.
"I win, precious." He says in a quiet, but triumphant voice.
"You cheated." She pouts.
Jareth pecks her lips. "How so?"
"You know what your dirty talk does to me! How could I help saying your name first? It wasn't fair!"
"All is fair in love and war, Sarah. Besides, you were being quite unfair yourself when you bit me; and when you decided to not wear any knickers!"
"I'll have to remember those tactics for next time." She mutters, tugging gently on one of his longer locks.
"I heartily look forward to it, my queen." The Goblin King grins before pinching her left nipple.
A/N: Whew! Is it hot in here or is that just Jareth? Lol, thought I'd try writing in present tense and I had fun withholding their names.