Loildee stood in the doorway to Sarah's little room, watching the young mortal slink into the bath, her nude body disappearing out of sight. The old goblin grinned as she saw the simple dress laid out upon the bed. That would not do for an intimate dinner with the king in his private dining room. No! She needed to look like the future queen she was. Loildee clapped her hands and two young pixies flitted into the run, holding a gown of pale purple, its bodice covered in crystals. A pair of silver slippers rested on the floor in front of the bed. All the appropriate undergarments were already laid out including a intricately embroidered corset. She would shine like the jewel she was meant to be. Loildee chuckled as she heard Sarah singing. The woman's fortunes were changing.
Sarah sighed as she sunk under the water of her bath, blowing bubbles as she exhaled through her nose. She popped up, sputtering a bit, as she shook her long hair, splashing water on the walls. She grabbed a big towel and wrapped herself up and removed the plug from the bath, watching as the water drained, gurgling as down it went. "Dinner with the king, mmm." She was musing aloud then she shrieked when she saw the gorgeous gown laying upon the bed, Sarah knew right away she was no longer alone. Slowly, she turned and spotted Loildee leaning against the armoire, grinning.
"I am here to help get you ready for your dinner with his Majesty." Loildee moved smoothly towards the startled woman. "I will tie your corset strings, I think you can handle the rest, yes?" She sat upon the bed, her back to Sarah, to give her a small measure of privacy.
Sarah quickly pulled on the chemise and the bloomers and tapped Loildee on the shoulder. "Okay, I guess you can help me with the corset but I have a few question about the king." She held the garment to her chest and felt Loildee lacing the strings, pulling then tight and tying them off. "Why would the king want to have dinner with me? Does he invite other servants to dinner in his private dining room?"
Loildee burst out laughing, a comical sounding cackle, similar to a chicken crowing. "His Majesty does not entertain servants, ever. You are the first, Sarah. Why do you ask?"
Sarah stared, mouth gaping, at the goblin woman. "I guess, I just want to know if he intends to use me for sex and then discard me." Again, she heard the laughter.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. While I am not a gossip and do not monitor the comings and goings from his majesty's chambers, I do know that he has not entertained a female in his chambers in months. He has been alone and I know he wants to spend time with you, not any of those other fancy harpies, with designs on being queen. Now, brush your hair. You don't want to keep his Majesty waiting." She smiled, setting down a pair of amethyst earrings and a simply silver chain, just basic adornments to finish the look of her ensemble. "You look perfect, Sarah. Now, run along. The private dining room is next to his Majesty's study. Shoo!" She let her eyes follow the quick footsteps of the mortal woman. 'The king is right: that child needs to eat, she's practically skin and bones.' She turned to walk to the dining hall, closing the door to Sarah's room as she left, wondering if the lady would be sleeping in her bed…or his!
Jareth paced back and forth behind his chair in the dining room. He was dressed in a cream colored poets shirt with a burgundy leather jacket and grey leather trousers. He had chosen to not wear leggings as was his usual habit; he wanted to look proper and gentlemanly. It made him nervous and this was a feeling he did not experience too often. He ran his hands through his mane of hair and groaned. 'How can I give her pleasure when it torments me so? Just being in the same room with her makes my cock hard enough to cut diamonds.' He groaned again as he adjusted himself, feeling slightly aroused to just think about her pleasure, never mind his. The light tapping of knuckles of his door broke his introspection. "Come in."
Sarah heard the invitation to enter through the closed door and his melodically baritone voice thrilled her from the top of her head to her toes. Slowly she pushed down on the handle and leaned against the door, causing it to open. The room was lit by candles, casting shadows all over the room. It was a very masculine looking chamber, with a small, circular dining table and two high-backed, plush cushioned chairs. A small fireplace burning cheerfully, adding to the glowing light of dozens of candles seemingly everywhere. A small, oval window stood open, and one could just spot the silver moon in the dark purple sky through it. Finally after looking over the entirety of the room, her eyes alit upon Jareth. She sucked in a gasp, seeing him dressed almost like he'd been in the tunnels of the Labyrinth. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her throat felt constricted with emotion. "Good evening, Your Majesty?"
Jareth stepped over to her side, placing a hand at her elbow as he leaned in to whisper, "I did ask you to call me 'Jareth' when we are alone. Come now, you precious thing, you cannot have forgotten already?" He allowed his lips to just ghost over her ear and thrilled to see her shiver. He was always delighted to see the effect he could have on her with so little effort. "Come, Sarah, sit and relax. No harm will come to you; it's just a meal." He helped her sit and pushed the chair in. He moved with the grace of a cat and took his own seat just opposite her, but still close enough to touch her hand by merely reaching for her. He picked up and rang a small silver bell and an adorable pixie came into the room with the first course: canapés of rustic bread pieces topped with some sort of pâté and a deep red gelée and a sprig of what looked to be parsley.
Sarah eyed it suspiciously, certain she was not prepared to eat Underground foods. She picked up one, held it to her eyes and noticed it looked like liver or at least something similar, topped with jelly. She glanced at Jareth who had popped two canapés into his mouth in succession and noticed the pleasure on his face. She decided to try it and popped one into her mouth. It was indeed goose liver pâté and a red pepper jelly topped with parsley. Perhaps he had adjusted the menu to Above foods to put her at ease. "This is delicious." She smiled at him appreciatively.
He grinned back at her, looking very smug and self-satisfied. "I am pleased you like it. I have selected some of the finest delicacies from the mortal realm to make you feel at home. In time, I will introduce you to some of our exotic fare, that I hope you will come to enjoy as much as I." The pixie returned and placed a bowl of soup in front of the pair: roasted cauliflower and leek soup. When they had finished with that course, an elf entered carrying a platter with smoked salmon. Sarah gasped when she saw that it was the same elf that had slapped her; she shrunk down, cowering in fear. Jareth could not help but see her discomfort and stopped Tanithil from leaving with a bark of anger. "Halt!" The elf turned, clearly as shaken and as fearful as Sarah. "Sarah, why do you fear Tanithil?" He watched her as she squirmed in her seat. He turned to the elf and posed the question anew. "Why is Sarah afraid of you?"
Tanithil knew there would be no escaping the king's wrath and dropped to his knees in front of the monarch. "Sire, I did not know. I swear it! When I slapped her, I did not know…" He never got the rest of his words out.
Jareth grabbed the elf by the throat, hoisting him into the air, shaking him violently. "Did I hear you say you struck my Sarah? You dared to touch what is mine? You will pay for this serious lapse in judgment!" He was yelling so loudly that the pixie from earlier and Loildee came running into the room just in time to see Tanithil disappear from view. Now, he turned his anger on Loildee. "You! You knew of this and kept it from me; why?" His anger started to fade as he fell back into his seat, his eyes coming to rest upon Sarah's fear filled face, seeing for the first time the slight cut at the corner of her lips. Loildee said nothing as she and the pixie withdrew from the chamber as Jareth rose from his seat and moved to kneel next to Sarah. "Sarah, please don't be afraid. I will have Tanithil punished for striking you." He moved to touch her face but as his gloved hand came up to stroke her cheek, she recoiled in abject fear, tears beginning to fall. He flinched and withdrew his hand and in a voice soft and filled with regret he queried, "is it me you now fear, precious?"
Sarah stared wide-eyed and slowly nodded her head. Her voice was timid and so quiet as she answered him. "You were so angry and not for the first time have you raged so. I don't know you very well but you frighten me with your outbursts." She brushed the tears from her cheeks and moved the chair a few inches away from the now sullen Fae.
"Sarah, my sweet, I would never unleash my anger upon you. I wish to protect you and when a member of my household mistreats another servant, I must act…"
She stopped him, placing her hand up in the air like a cop directing traffic. "No, Jareth. I do not know you would never be that angry with me. I can't trust you; I hardly know you and I have seen you lose your temper too many times already. I know you can't understand, but I detest living in fear, fear of being beaten or abused on a whim. I've had enough of that." She lowered her head, poking the salmon on her plate, having suddenly lost her appetite.
Jareth sat back on his own chair and observed the woman from his seat. "What can I do to convince you? Should I not punish Tanithil? What would you ask of me? I want you to be happy here in the castle." He was shaking his head, feeling as defeated as the day she rejected his offer, his eyes pleading with her for some small concession.
Sarah sighed and looked up from her plate and into his sad looking face. Even now, he was so beautiful it hurt her to look at him. "No, Jareth, your are king here and you must rule your kingdom as you see fit. I will need to learn to trust you and that isn't something that can be rushed. Give me time, please?"
He stood and walked to her side, taking her hand in his gloved ones. "I promise to give you all the time you need. I can be patient if the incentive is alluring." He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. "And you are most alluring." He smiled and relaxed when he saw her return his smile. "Perhaps I can cause your appetite to return by tempting you with dessert?" He smirked when he saw her eyes light up at the mention of sweets. He snapped his fingers and before her sat a chocolate pots de crème topped with the richest looking whipped cream Sarah had ever seen. Jareth pulled his chair next to Sarah's and took the small dessert spoon into his now ungloved hand. "I want you to close your eyes and let me spoon feed you this dessert. I believe you will find it to be quite sensuous and erotic, allowing you to taste the chocolate, cinnamon and almond flavors while they mingle with the vanilla of the whipped cream."
Sarah looked at him, still hesitant but relented when she considered it was just dessert. What harm could this cause? She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide enough to fit the spoon inside. The first taste was just a tease of the chocolate on the tip of her tongue. As she swallowed it, a moan of pleasure escaped her mouth. It was heavenly! As she opened her mouth for the next taste, she was rewarded with a full spoon with chocolate and whipped cream. It was truly just as he had said, sensuous. She obediently opened her mouth again but this time it was a slender finger inserted into her warm mouth, covered in chocolate and they both moaned in pleasure. "Ooo, that's not fair."
He chuckled and couldn't resist. "You say that so often. I wonder what your basis for comparison is?" As she giggled he placed a spoonful of the tempting dessert upon his tongue and when she dutifully opened her mouth to receive the last morsel, he delivered it with a kiss. He put his arms around her and pulled her out of her chair and into his lap. She sucked the cream from his mouth and he felt his manhood grow hard with desire. He pulled his lips away, and struggled to control his passionate response. "Sarah, it's time for bed." He delighted in her shocked expression as he set her on her feet and pulled her towards his chambers, a most wicked grin on his face.
Sarah stumbled after Jareth, in stunned silence. Her body was tingling with the excitement of having been fed a dessert like she'd never experienced before. When they arrived at his bedroom, she walked in and pulled the fur covers and sheets back, fluffing the pillows as she watched him strip off his clothes. She trembled in both fear and excitement. That kiss had made her want him; a strong urge to be joined with him like she has never been with anyone before. Jareth was now wearing only the loincloth like undergarment and he kissed her on the forehead, climbed into the bed and spoke.
"Good night, Sarah. Pleasant dreams, precious. Wake me early, 6 o'clock."
She watched as he turned his back, pulling the fur over his body and sighed. She couldn't believe her ears! He had kissed her, awakened a longing in her she didn't know she could feel and now? Now he bid her good night and dismissed her. She stomped her foot down and growled as she stalked out of the room to go to sleep in her own bed, frustrated and more than just a little pissed off at the confusing Fae in the room eight feet away.
Jareth got out of his bed and put on a black tunic and black leather leggings. He slipped on his boots and quietly exited his room, not wanting to risk alerting Sarah if she was still awake. He made his way down to a staircase, descending into the bowels of the castle to the dungeons. He hit the side of his leg with his riding crop, warring with himself, trying to decide if he would punish the elf for striking Sarah or if he would opt to be generous and release him. Just thinking of this person striking his most beloved Sarah caused the fury to rise within him. No! This servant would be punished. He could not appear weak to his subjects. If it somehow would be found out, that he had been lenient, it could compromise his rule and be seen as a vulnerability and there might be those that would try to usurp his throne. He moved past the guards on either side of the archway leading to the cells in the dungeon, barely even acknowledging them. He stopped before the cell where Tanithil was languishing. Upon seeing his liege lord, he fell to the floor, flat on his belly, silently awaiting his fate.
Jareth opened the bars and stepped into the small cell, stopping in front of the prostrate form of the elf. He sneered at him as he stepped over him to rest a booted foot upon the cot. "What shall I do with you, hmm? You have caused injury to your future queen." Jareth enjoyed the creature's discomfort at hearing the mortal woman he so foolishly struck would be his queen. He trembled and then began to sob.
"Oh, great Goblin King, the only just punishment for striking our future queen is death. I deserve nothing less." His body was wracked with sobs of abject misery. Tanithil knew his fate was sealed as soon as he heard Sarah was to be queen.
Jareth kicked the cot and watched as dust settled upon the elf's body. "Perhaps you do deserve to die for causing her to bleed, for being so cruel to one you did not even know." He tapped a gloved finger to his own lips. "However, I think not yet. I do not wish what I have told you to become common knowledge just yet, so for the time being you will be allowed to keep your life but not the power of speech. I will deprive you of that ability until I decide what your ultimate punishment shall be." He chuckled, a most wicked sound as he watch the hapless creature raise his head up to look upon his king. Jareth turned suddenly and slammed the cell door shut with the clank of metal on metal. He strode past the guards and headed back to his chambers.
Sarah had bathed and washed her hair, enjoying the feeling of being clean. Now she sat upon her bed in naught but a towel, staring at the bottle of lotion. She still felt aroused from that chocolate kiss she had shared with Jareth, but it wasn't enough to make her want to pleasure herself. Her mind warred with her desires: the lotion, rubbed over her breasts and nest of curls would make her release easy to obtain, but did she truly want to pleasure herself or was there something she wanted more? Yes. It was that simple: she didn't wish to masturbate and bring about her own release: she wanted Jareth to give her pleasure. Hardly believing she was even thinking of going to him, she pulled a nightgown over her head and grabbed the bottle, slinking out the door into the dark and quiet hallway. Just eight feet away, less than twelve steps, were the doors to his chambers. She moved silently on bare feet and gingerly moved the handle, pushing the door open to step into his darkened room.
The fireplace still had a blazing fire within its confines, casting light on his prone body. The flames seemed to touch his skin, making it glisten. Her eyes drifted over his skin and when they stopped it was inevitable on his groin. He wore the strange loincloth-like garment, much to her disappointment. She moved closer, looking at his beautiful face, so peaceful in slumber. His breathing was soft and deep. He must truly be asleep, at least she hoped it to be true. She wouldn't dare touch him if he were awake.
Jareth lay in the bed, forcing his warrior trained body to remain relaxed and keeping his breathing deep and even. He knew it was her the minute the door opened. He had warded the room against anyone but Loildee and herself. But why was she here? Could he dare to hope she was looking for some measure of satisfaction after he had teased her so mercilessly at dinner? He forced himself to stay as still as a statue as he waited to see what she would do. His eyelids barely open enough to see her standing next to his bed, her delicate hand frozen just an inch above his belly. He watched, anticipated, feared she'd lose her nerve and leave. And just when it seemed she would run, her hand descended ever so slowly, whispering a caress over his taut abdomen. He felt his manhood leap to life, starting to grow hard with unsatisfied desire. Her hand moved torturously over his flesh, causing it to ripple against his iron will to remain unmoving. She seemed too enrapture to notice he was no longer asleep, as her hand danced closed to his member. She let the full weight of her hand cup him and he could stand it no longer, a moan of pleasure escaped from deep within his chest. Her head jerked up to look at his face, seeing his blue eyes blazing with fire, his lips curved in a slight smile. "Jareth." She breathed out his name like a soft prayer. She showed him the bottle and he nodded in understanding. He sat up and patted the mattress, silently entreating her to sit down. What she did next shocked him to his core. She grabbed the hem of her nightgown and in one swift motion, pulled it over her head. She sat down, naked and trembling.
Sarah lifted her gaze to look into Jareth's mismatched eyes, hers pleading with him for something even as she struggled to understand the desire herself. "Jareth", she thrust the bottle toward him, "please?" She waited for him to move.
He grabbed the bottle, removed the stopper and poured the lotion into his hand, the peach fragrance assaulting his nostrils. Slowly, so as not to frighten her, he began to smooth the lotion onto her shoulder, letting his hand slide down her chest and stopping to massage it into her breast. The nipple hardened almost immediately and he sucked in a breath as his own body leapt to life. He worked the preparation into her flesh, marveling at her self-control. He removed his hand and poured more of the mixture into his hand, this time sharing it between his two hands as he nudged her down upon the bed with his elbow. Now, he had full access to her torso and he wasted no time in applying copious amounts of lotion all over her skin. He quickly surmised that her arousal matched his, her skin flushing with the increased blood flow. He moved down to her abdomen, thrilling as his hands moved over the slight swell just before the nest of chocolate curls. This was the seat of her very womanhood: the womb he longed to fill with his seed, to watch as she grew heavy with his child growing under her heart. He had never felt more ardor for any female in all his nine hundred and thirty-three years. But this wasn't about him and his cravings. No, this was all about giving her the greatest orgasms he could and that was his only focus.
Sarah writhed under his sensuous ministrations, her body reacting of its own accord. She wanted this! And as his hands rubbed the lotion into the curls and folds of her velvet valley, the first orgasm hit her with great intensity. She moaned his name and shuddered as he rubbed with insistent pressure on her tender bundle of nerves. She was so enraptured, she didn't realize he was now kneeling on the ground before the bed, placing her calves up upon his shoulders as he moved swiftly in to press his lips against her trembling flesh. The first contact caused her to shriek as the second orgasm slammed into her. She could feel his hands holding her hips down to the mattress as he delved into the satin recesses of her womanhood, his tongue doing things no man had ever done. This was not like the times her clients had gone down on her, it was more, so much more. She grabbed his hair in both hands, forcing his face and lips closer still to her body. She wanted this! No! She needed this; needed him! "Yes, oh god, yes! I'm going to cum again. I'm coming…"
Jareth reveled in her third orgasm, sucking her juices into his mouth, her taste a tangy, spicy treat on his tongue. He wanted to lick and suck her dry. He finally dared to slip one of his long, slender fingers into the velvety depths of her core. When he did, her muscles contracted around his single digit, proclaiming her fourth orgasm had arrived. He added a second finger, hooking it slightly to touch that secret spot, bringing on the fifth and most violent release. She screamed his name, bringing a guard to his chamber doors. He ignored the knocking as he finished pleasuring Sarah and then placed the nightgown over her still flushed body and gently tucking her into his bed. He rose off the floor and moved away from the bed, conjuring a silk robe to cover his aroused body and opened the door, reassuring the guard that all was well and bidding him good night. And it was a good night! Jareth grinned as he looked at the already slumbering Sarah in his bed. He was one step closer to having her. He chuckled as he removed his robe and undergarment and slid in, next to a warm and relaxed Sarah, pulling her gently into his embrace and ignoring his own insistent erection, not wanting his lust to spoil this perfect moment. He willed himself to relax and slipped into a contented sleep.