Sarah had been running away, not just from him and that kiss but also from herself. She was so confused: she had felt jealousy, something she never experienced, over a man and it was because another female had been touching Jareth. Jareth! She hated him, didn't she? Well, maybe hated was too strong a word but she did think he was an arrogant prick, right? Right? Okay, okay, he was attractive, no, beautiful. And desirable, sexy and… No, she needed to not think of him that way. He was her boss, the sovereign of this realm, the Goblin King and nothing more. When she had finally stopped running, she found herself in his bedchambers. Now why would she run here of all places? And then it dawned on her: Loildee wouldn't look for her here. This is the perfect place to be undisturbed. She removed a goose down pillow from Jareth's bed and curled up on the fur rug in front of his enormous hearth and drifted off to sleep, remembering her mouth on his while his hands touched her like she had never been touched before. A delicate blush colored her cheeks as her breathing became slow and regular.
Elora, the dowager goblin queen. Oh, how she hated that title! She barely looked ten years older than Jareth, her only offspring. True enough she was his mother but must they give her such a rude and demeaning sounding moniker? She was still just as lovely as the day she'd been crowned queen. Tall and slender, with long golden blonde curly hair held in place by silver bejeweled combs. And her lavender eyes were clear and intelligent. No, she may be called dowager but she did not look the part. She had just left her bed, her newest lover, Solana and Cyran still sleeping off the night's activities. Cyran was her mate and Prince consort and she had been thrilled to see the supple bodied young elf being presented to her. The couple still loved each other but their sex life needed the occasional infusion of young blood. She was grinning when Jareth threw the throne room doors open, clearly irked for some as yet unknown reason. "Good morning, your highness." She curtsied as protocol demanded she must.
Jareth stood in front of the assembled courtiers and random goblins, his displeasure reflected in his posture and scowl, clear for all to see. "Good morning, Mother. What brings you here? We haven't been graced with your presence in five years." He sneered at her as he moved past her, close enough for her to smell the scents of two different women on his clothing. He sat on his throne and conjured his crop to tap it on his knee in a show of his annoyance at her presence. "Leave us!" He bellowed as the room cleared out in less than a minute.
Elora's grin grew wider and quite wicked. "Oh, Jareth, did I interrupt a morning of debauchery? I can smell two females on you and your arousal has yet to fully recede. Have you finally decided to engage in a threesome?" She was practically drooling at the mere thought.
Jareth groaned and shifted in his throne, willing his manhood to relax and forcing all thoughts of Sarah from his mind. "No, mother, I have not. I had a meeting with Myantha and she pawed me and as to the other, let's just say, she is not yet warming my bed but soon will be." He smirked and thought about Sarah and his member tingled at the thought. "Now, tell me why you are here for I know it has nothing to do with my sex life." He leaned forward, placing his chin on his fist.
"Well, a meeting with Myantha? How sad it did not go well. But, I am here today because my spies in your court tell me that the mortal girl, the one you are infatuated with, is here. And further I am told she is an expert in female pleasures." She watched as his face grew red with suppressed anger and his eyes turned to shards of ice. "I would like to offer to take her off your hands. Your father and I are always looking for a female to warm our bed. Perhaps she is free tonight." She let her tongue dart out and lick her deep red lips at just the thought of a new female for their pleasure. She was not prepared for what happened next.
Jareth stood up from his seat, suddenly clad in his armor and cloak. Storm clouds gathered outside, the wind beginning to howl and whip the trees about, a flash of lightning split the darkness and earsplitting thunder rumbled through the room like a runaway freight train. Before she could remove herself to safety, Jareth had Elora by the shoulders, his fingers digging painfully into the muscles and flesh. He pulled her close, their faces nearly touching as he ground out his disapproval. "She is NOT free tonight or any night! How dare you speak of her in that manner, Mother. You know who she is and what she means to me and yet you dare to insult her. Were you not my mother and the dowager queen, I'd have you chained in irons in my darkest, deepest oubliette." He released her suddenly, and she barely was able to keep herself from falling.
She watched as he stalked back up to his throne and returned to sitting upon it, clothed just as he had been when he came into the room, the storm gone, replaced by the rays of the orange sun. "Temper, temper, my son. Perhaps my jest was in poor taste but that hardly justifies violence." She stepped up to stand before him, and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "I wanted to see if you still were carrying a torch for her, and now I know it is so much worse. Jareth, you must forget her. It is folly for our kind to fall in love. It will be your end and I do not wish to see my only child go into the Summerlands." She patted his shoulder before removing her hand when he sighed.
"I know the danger, Mother, but it is too late. I love her, completely. She has been in my castle for just two days and I can think of nothing else. Myantha tried to seduce me and I turned her down. I haven't bedded a female in weeks." He heaved another sigh but when he raised his eyes to hers, they reflected the pure love he felt and he heard his mother gasp.
"Alright, son. You mustn't fail in wooing her, not that I'm really worried. You are the son of Cyran and Elora, and two more gifted Fae there have never been. Just do not be stubborn and ask for our help or advice if you need it." She stepped down off the throne and grinned as she announced her departure. "I'll take my leave then. I left your father in bed with a young female I wouldn't want him to have all the fun, now would I?" She laughed as she disappeared in a shower of silver glitter.
Jareth laughed, allowing himself to relax, the tension of dealing with his mother rolling off his body like so much water off a duck's back. He twisted his right wrist, a crystal appearing atop his fingers. "Show me Sarah." The image of a sleeping woman filled the sphere, and it was quite clear where she was at the moment: in his bedchambers. He grinned and dematerialized from the throne room, reappearing in his room with a slumbering Sarah at his booted feet. How should he proceed? Should he try to seduce her? That he would be successful was not up for debate; he possessed the skills. No, she must come to him. There simply could not be any other way. If she willing came to him, willing gave herself to him, heart, body and soul, then she would be his forever! If he tried to seduce her or trick her, she might never forgive him or admit that she loved him. He was almost certain she did. At least she lusted for him and that was a good place from which to start.
He bent down and scooped the snoozing woman into his arms. She was so light a burden as he carried her over to his bed, placing her tenderly upon its soft and vast mattress. He lowered himself next to her, leaning over her prone body, inhaling her scent. He groaned as he felt his cock grow hard, just breathing in the fragrance radiating off her skin. He pulled his gloves off and dropped them on the bed table. Jareth gingerly reached out with his index finger, touching her lips. Her eyelids fluttered but she remained asleep, a sigh escaping from between her lips, trapping his finger between their petal softness. Now he was completely at her mercy and she wasn't even awake! He pulled his finger away and her eyes sprung open and stared in shock at him.
Sarah had been having a lovely dream: Jareth was carrying her in his strong arms, his heartbeat drumming in her ear. He placed her lovingly on a huge bed and then touched her lips with his finger…
Suddenly she was awake and staring up at the real goblin king and he was looking at her with such tenderness and longing she thought her heart would burst. But no. She shook her head; it is all just her imagination. "Jareth, what am I doing in your bed?"
He saw the misgivings she must be feeling on her face and he sighed, feeling deflated and defeated. "I thought my bed would be more comfortable than the floor. But since you are awake, we need to talk about that kiss."
Sarah's face flamed red from embarrassment and mortification. "It was merely an impulse and one I should not have acted on. I regret touching you and kissing you without your permission. Loildee told me it is forbidden." She turned onto her side and buried her face in the pillow her head rested upon. "She said I need your permission to do anything accept to answer nature's call. She sniffled and her body trembled as she tried to keep from dissolving into a puddle of tears.
"Shhh, my precious thing." Jareth's hand was running up and down the length of her arm as he attempted to soothe her. "I'm afraid Loildee may have been a bit harsher than I wished. I do require my servants to ask my permission, but I truly do not have time to answer to every single request, do you see? Now what were you doing when she told you that? It must have been something very egregious to make her lead you to believe I am a complete tyrant." He waited as she slowly shook her head. "Sarah, you will tell me yourself or I'll summon Loildee and she will definitely tell me that which I need to know." He crossed his arms over his chest and watched and waited.
'Damn, I'm going to have to tell him. Shit!' She decided the easiest and least shameful way to tell him was to keep her back turned to him and say it as quickly as she could. "It was the other night, I was made to take a bath and I scrubbed my skin raw. Loildee was pretty upset and said I mustn't harm myself because 'his Majesty' would be displeased." She sighed, took in a deep breath and continued. "Then she gave me this lotion that I was to apply all over my body, especially to my, um, breasts and other private places. The lotion felt all tingly and it made me feel, well, all sexually excited and I was going to touch myself and she yelled at me to stop. She was very adamant that I mustn't pleasure myself without your permission." Having spoken her piece, she grew very quiet and still.
Jareth was grinning and would have even ventured a chuckle but didn't want to vex the woman. That would be foolish at this stage but he thought of a much better idea. "Sarah, get up off my bed at once."
He watched as she sprung up like browned bread from a toaster. "I want you to take off your clothes." Surprisingly, she complied without protest. Maybe she was learning at least obedience even if he would preferred that she learned to accept her feelings for him. He conjured a bottle of the very same lotion and handed it to Sarah, who presently stood with her back to him, giving him a perfect view of her ample and shapely derrière. I want you to apply this lotion to every inch of your skin, starting at your toes and saving your 'private places' for last. Be generous in the application, because if I'm not satisfied you have applied enough lotion to your body, I will help apply it myself." He grinned a most mischievous smile and held his hands in tight fists to keep his own excitement in check.
Sarah groaned in abject misery as she opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount of the peach scented preparation into the palm of her hand. She bent over to apply it to her feet, not realizing the view Jareth had of her bottom and her pussy. She heard him inhale sharply and blushed profusely, grateful that he at least could not see her face. She followed the process of pouring lotion and then rubbing it into her skin. The tingling sensation was back, and this time it was magnified by the fact that Jareth was looking at her nude body, his breathing turning into the sounds of panting. He was aroused, that much she knew, having heard the sound too many times to count from her clients. When she got to her breasts, she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Turn around." His voice was deep, husky and full of longing. She complied and couldn't help notice his manhood bulging out against the confines of the suede leggings. She was so turned on just by the sight of his desire that when she began to rub the lotion into her dark curls, she quaked as her body convulsed and she came…hard. She collapsed on the bed, her legs spread open and dangling off the side of the bed, onto the floor, as she continued to rub the lotion onto her clit.
Jareth was certain of only one thing at this moment: he needed to bury his cock, balls deep into her snatch. His erection was so painful he needed immediate relief, so he moved to remove his leggings when Loildee came bursting into the room.
"Majesty, a pack of Sluagh are attacking the villages of the western lands!" Hot on her heels was the goblin army general, come to await his orders.
"GET OUT OF MY CHAMBERS AT ONCE!" The two creatures scattered as Jareth covered Sarah's naked body with a fur throw. "Stay here and sleep, Sarah. You have leave to pleasure yourself as much as you wish." 'Would I could help you' he thought ruefully. "I should be back in time for the evening meal and I wish you to dine with me tonight, in my private dining room. Please be sure to dress for dinner, Precious." And with a wave of his hand, he was clad in his armor and hurried out the door to meet with his general.
Several hours later...
Jareth sat astride his steed and surveyed the field of battle. Many hours after being so rudely removed from his lady's side, they had fought back the sluagh horde and restored the peace. "Curse those Unseelie! Can they not control their bloody subjects more efficiently?" It wasn't the sluagh or the Unseelie that currently made his mood so wrathful. No, it was having been interrupted again, just when he might have finally claimed the beauty in his bed! But, it was perhaps better that he had been stopped. Hadn't he just been thinking he needed to make her come to him? Ah, but he had enjoyed watching her pleasure herself! She was a passionate woman, he could truly appreciate that fact, being a creature of magic and sex himself. Their joining would be glorious, rapturous, and he would be sure, uninterrupted! He nudged his horse into a trot and headed back towards the castle stables. He would bathe himself and dress for his dinner with Sarah. One thing was clear: she needed to be in his presence as much as possible and he needed to see she was pleasured as much as possible for her own enjoyment instead of for the gratification of others.