The perfectly appointed study of the goblin king was a true reflection of its resident. The room was a meditation on dark and light. The main focal point were the two large hearths, providing both light and warmth. The mantelpieces were sculpted marble: gorgeous reliefs of angels and demons battling in the constant struggle between good and evil. The stone walls were covered in rich tapestries, depicting epic tales of medieval knights battling dragons and other creatures believed to be mythical Above. A massive desk craved from dark wood and a huge leather upholstered chair sat near the wall that boasted two massive double doored windows. And finally, in front of one of the large fireplaces sat two overstuffed oak armchairs, each with matching ottoman, covered in deep, purple velvet. Resting in one of those chairs was Jareth.
He sat, a cut crystal glass, half full of scotch, dangled from his fingers. He stared, unseeing into the fire, watching the flames lick and dance over the three huge logs within. He was deep in thought, contemplating how best to proceed with Sarah. She wasn't a problem but handling her had become one. She was emotionally all over the place: defiant and willful one moment and then compliant and biddable the next. And she was passionate! Just thinking of her responses to his kisses and caresses made his manhood leap to life, growing hard and uncomfortable.
He shifted in his chair, trying to ignore the burning desires just the thought of her tended to awaken. He was only certain of one thing: he had to make her his queen. Since she was still unclaimed by any other male, in spite of her years as a prostitute, once he joined with her, she would become his queen automatically. And he wanted that so much, almost as much as he wanted to have sex with her! He shook his head and sipped from the glass of scotch and he chuckled. Tonight. Tonight he would complete the bonding and make her his queen. And, either she would make the necessary move towards him or he would seduce her. He had finally decided he could not wait one more night. Having her so close, in his bed, in his arms, was pure torture and he was no masochist. He drained the glass and placed it on the bricks in front of the hearth as he stood and spoke out loud, to himself. "Tonight!" He grinned, a wicked smile full of promise.
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Loildee busied herself most of the afternoon, outsourcing Sarah's list of chores to other servants. Jareth had only given her a handful of tasks to complete and the assigned servants completed them without complaint. Loildee surveyed his majesty's bedchamber, a satisfied smile on her weathered face. The bedclothes had been changed and there were vases of flowers on every table. Silver candelabras had been polished and new dipped tapers glowed from their new homes. A small dining table had been set up in the center of the room with two elegant chairs opposite each other. Loildee nodded, satisfied that the room was perfect. Now, to make the lady perfect.
She tiptoed into Sarah's tiny room, spying the sleeping mortal in quiet repose upon her bed. The aged goblin knew that this night would change everything in the goblin realm! And her future queen needed to be prepared for the life altering significance of this night. Loildee snapped her gnarled fingers and two pixies flew into the chamber, carrying a stunning, floor length, golden dress and a beautifully embroidered, sleeveless and belted robe in shades of emerald and burgundy. Loildee instinctively knew that in that gown and robe, Sarah would no longer see herself as a servant: she would finally understand what her destiny had always been: She was fated to be the Goblin Queen.
Loildee looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was time to prepare Sarah for her evening. The two pixies would be assisting in washing, dressing and styling her hair. Loildee moved quietly over to the slumbering lady and gently shook her arm. "Lady Sarah. Lady Sarah, wake up child. You need to get ready for dinner. The king will not like to be kept waiting." She laughed as Sarah frowned and moaned. "No." She continued to gentle shake Sarah's arm. "Come, your bath is waiting!"
Sarah rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stared at a laughing Loildee. What was it with this funny little creature? Sarah felt like she was missing the joke. "Okay, I'm awake. What is going on now? I'm to have dinner with the king again?" She slipped off the bed and walked towards her bathroom. She stopped and stared at the pixies waiting to bathe her. She had never had anyone help wash her, not since she was a little girl. "Loildee, what's going on?" She tried to stop the pixies, but they were too fast and before she could do anything to thwart them, she was naked and being lowered into the deliciously warm, honeysuckle and vanilla scented water. "Stop it. I can wash myself!" Sarah swatted at the pixies like they were mosquitos or flies.
The pixies continued to wash her as if her objections meant nothing. Loildee smiled down at Sarah and decided to try to prepare her future queen for what would be coming next. "My lady, please relax and allow us to do what must be done. His Majesty wishes this." Loildee hated having to invoke the king's decree to gain Sarah's compliance, but it was critical that she submit to this ritual cleansing if the king chose to claim the lady as his queen tonight. And if it didn't happen, then at least in the future she would be more biddable.
Sarah groaned in defeat. "Okay, I give up. Do what you will." And with real resignation, she gave herself over to the experience of being bathe and pampered like royalty. Like how she had bathe Jareth. That thought took her back to the first night here in the castle. Jareth, naked, reclined in that massive stone bath; her hand moving the wash rag over his beautiful body. Touching his manhood as it grew larger and harder under her cleansing strokes. She felt her body react to the imagery. Her nipples pebbled and a warmth pooled in her most private place. She shook her wet head, water flying, hitting the pixies and the walls. She shouldn't be indulging in fantasies about a man who would be marrying another. Wait, was he a man? Well, he was male, that much was a fact. And he looked human-like, human-esque, humanoid? Well, he had all the right equipment to perform sexually. Enough! She really had to stop thinking of him as anything besides the king.
The pixies moved her from the tub, dried her with warmed towels and helped her dress. The garments were amazingly luxurious and regal. But she oddly was not wearing a chemise, a corset or bloomers. What was going on? As she watched the pixies dry and curl her hair, pinning it up and away from her face, she wondered what Jareth had in mind for this evening. Loildee came back into the room and took Sarah by the hand.
"Come, his Majesty is waiting. Wouldn't want your dinner to grow cold." She pulled her until they stood in front of the doors to his bedchamber. Loildee knocked three times and Jareth's deep voice rang out. "Come." She pulled the door handle down and opened the door enough for Sarah to slip inside and then she pulled the door closed again, saying a silent pray that this would be the night. She smiled as she looked to the ceiling. She would simply believe it would happen.
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Sarah waited for her eyes to adjust to the slightly dimmer lighting in Jareth's chamber. Her eyes fell upon the table, set for an intimate dinner, candle flames dancing merrily. Her eyes tracked the room and finally came to rest on Jareth, leaning up against the fireplace mantel. He was wearing a floor length quilted robe, clasped at the waist by two goblin kingdom sigils. The garment was a midnight blue satin. Beneath this robe he wore silver leggings. She found it odd that he wore no shirt and no shoes. He looked like he was ready for bed. Bed! Her eyes darted quickly to the bed. It looked different than the last time she saw it. The sheets were ice blue, so pale as to nearly be white and there were only two large pillows. She instantly surmised it had been prepare for activities not related to sleep and she grew nervous and skittish. "Good evening, Jareth." She dipped in a brief curtsy, the action making him raise an eyebrow.
"Sarah, we are alone. Do not genuflect to me here. In this room, we are on even ground, alright, Precious?" He smiled and extended his hand towards her. He watched as she moved to him almost against her own will. He forced himself to not think of how beautiful she looked in the ceremonial robe she wore, carrying herself with the bearing of a princess. Tonight she would become his queen and finally their destiny would be fulfilled. "Sit, my lady, and partake in this meal with me." He poured her a glass of wine and raised his glass up in a toast. "To us." He smiled and raised the glass to his lips and as he sipped, watching her mirror his movements. She smiled at how the wine tasted and sparkled. He was pleased she appeared to like the vintage. "It's excellent wine, is it not?"
"Yes, thank you, Jareth. It's delicious. The whole meal looks delicious." She picked up her fork and they began to eat the beef bourguignon served over wide noodles. It was perhaps the single most delicious meal Sarah had eaten since coming to the Underground. The wine was a perfect compliment to it and it made her feel warm and relaxed. She only had the one glass and Jareth made no move to give her more.
She lifted her glass up to signal she wished a refill and set it back down when he smiled but shook his head.
"There will be no overindulgence in spirits tonight, my love. We will want to be in control of ourselves. It is best, do you not agree?" He smiled warmly and reached to touch her hand when he spoke the words "my love".
Sarah shivered, a thrill running up her spine at his touch and the words. She lowered her head, staring at her nearly empty plate, unable to meet his gaze. Her mind just couldn't reconcile his constant changing attitude towards her. He treated her like a girlfriend or lover in one moment and like a servant in the next. Maybe this would be her best chance to find out just what it was he was after. "Jareth. Um, I hope you won't be angry with me…" and then there was a knock at the door.
Jareth scowled as he called out. "Enter." That was bad timing. Sarah had clearly intended to say something of great import and that was when dessert would just have to arrive. Loildee looked positively guilty carrying the tray with the chocolate pots de crème cups upon it. "Forgive the intrusion, Majesty, my lady. The chef forgot to leave the dessert. I promise no more interruptions this evening." She backed out the door, a knowing smile teasing her lips.
Sarah looked at the dessert and blushed. Jareth was thrilled that the dessert brought back memories of last night, when she had eaten it and how. "Shall I feed you your dessert again?" He grinned.
Sarah shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea." She picked up the tiny spoon and scooped up a bit of the luxurious dessert, delighting in the taste. "I want to ask you why you say such intimate things to me and at other times treat me like just another servant in your castle." She ate another spoonful and set the spoon down and looked up at him, awaiting an angry outburst or worse yet, laughter. Neither happened.
Jareth spoke not a word. He moved over to her, taking her hand in his to bring her to her feet. He pulled her gently into his arms and looked lovingly down upon her upturned face. Jareth had waited for her to make a move first but now he simply couldn't wait one moment longer: he needed to kiss her and he did. It was a soft, gentle, tentative kiss that promised so much more but he held back. He still wanted her to make the first move; she needed to want to join with him, their bodies merging to become one. "How you've turned my world again. Sarah." He pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin. "I have never known a female like you. You are fierce and proud and stubborn and at the same time, tender and gentle and biddable. I find myself wishing to keep you here, in my arms, nay, in my bed…always." He felt her tremble and he tightened his hold on her, placing a kiss on top of her head.
Sarah sighed: a long, drawn out pleasured sound of complete contentment. "Do you wish me to be your mistress, Jareth? I'm not sure I can agree to be a kept woman. Would your future wife be amenable to you having a lover?" She felt him flinch, his hold on her loosened. "What's wrong?"
He scowled, grateful she could not see how her words injured him. "Sarah, why would you think I would intend to make you my mistress? I have made no such offer, not even implied it." He lifted her face so that he could look into her eyes. He had hoped not to need to reveal his true feelings but he could no longer play at this, there was too much at stake. "Sarah, look at me and listen very carefully to what I'm going to say. And for just this once, don't defy me and keep that delicious mouth of yours closed." He watched her pout and fought back the urge to laugh. But this was a moment for complete candor and solemnity.
"Sarah, I am a king and, as such, it is expected that I marry and share my rule with a queen and ensure the line of succession with an heir." He looked at her, the corners of his lips turned up in the slightest hint of a smile. "I am not asking you to be my mistress. I am Fae and I risk much telling you this. We can fall in love only once; only give our heart to one other and in doing so, binding our hearts and souls together for all time." He gulped a large breath of air and tried to calm his pounding heart. "Sarah, I am in love with you. I gave you my heart seven years ago, in the crystal ballroom. I am asking you to marry me: be my wife, Precious." He placed a tender kiss on Sarah's silent lips.
Sarah's brain worked feverishly to process what he had just told her. He loved her, no, he was in love with her. He didn't want a mistress; he wanted her as his wife! It didn't make sense. Her brain was a jumble of confusion, logical and illogical ideas warred in her head. But her heart! Her heart swelled to near bursting. He loved her! He wanted to marry her! She felt like running and dancing. Tears, happy, joyous tears, welled up in soft, jade green eyes. She was nodding her head, agreeing to marry him but incapable of speech at this moment.
"Sarah, are you saying yes? Please, tell me you're saying yes. Tell me, my love, my heart song." He drew her close and whispered into her ear. "Please, please end my suffering and tell me." He was shaking, afraid she would turn him down again, instinctively knowing if she did , it would mean his death.
Sarah coughed and hiccuped, finally swallowed the lump in her throat that prevented her from speaking. "Jareth" her voice so soft a whisper that even his sensitive Fae hearing strained to drink in her words. "Yes, I will marry you. I love you ." She lost control of her emotions and began to sob as she felt him crush her to his chest, his lips kissing away the tears that fell.
Jareth had never experienced that complete rapture of having someone return his love in equal measures. "Oh, my beautiful, wonderful, glorious love. My Sarah, my darling. I love you. I can't even tell you how much." He kissed her. It was the kind of kiss women read about in romance novels. The kind of kiss that steals away all rational thought, replacing it with desire. "I want you, precious. I need to be with you." He whispered the next into her ear, his voice heavy with emotion and lust. "Let me make love to you. I know you have had no other man before and I want, no, need to be the first and only man to have you." He ran his warm tongue down her neck, nibbling on her shoulder, pulling the gown aside to gain better access.
Sarah had never heard anyone speak such beautiful things before. In this moment she knew, with all that she was or ever would be, that she wanted Jareth to be her first and only. "Yes."
"Yes, what, Sarah? Do you give yourself to me? Willingly and with all your heart?"
"Yes, Jareth. Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes." She kissed him and poured all of herself into that kiss.
He had heard her but something in him still feared, still doubted. He still needed her to come to him. It was a perverse notion but it drove him to attempt the next course of action.
"Sarah, if this is what you want, you need to show me." He kissed the tip of her nose. "Please?"
Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat. Was she being asked to initiate sex with the goblin king? She needed to take him? Seduce him? Why? Did it make a difference? And when she looked at his face, she saw something there, something in his eyes she'd never seen before: uncertainty. So, she acted.
She reached up to touch him. Her hands were trembling as she reached out tentative fingers to his cheek. She watched him close his eyes in pure ecstasy, a moan of pleasure rumbling deep in his chest. She suddenly felt powerful and brave. She ran her fingers down his neck and placed both palms on his chest. His skin was soft and warm, the golden scattering of chest hair felt pleasantly course against the sensitive skin of her hands. She moved lower, unclasping the closure to his robe and pushing the garment off his shoulder, letting it fall in a heap to the floor. She felt him shiver but it couldn't be from the cold as the room was pleasantly warmed by the fire. He moaned as her hands slid over his flesh. Sarah was enjoying the feeling of his body under her touch; how his muscles twitched and the beautiful sounds of pleasure he was making.
"By the Gods, Sarah. You are pure torture. Sweet, rapturous torture". He had to work hard to keep his hands passively at his sides. This was her feminine sexual awakening. She would know what it was when a man and woman shared the singularly most amazing intimacy that existed. "I love you." He whispered.
Sarah continued to explore his body, letting her hands drift to his groin. She cupped his hard manhood and gasped when his hips thrust against her palm. She heard him moan her name, a sound that was equal parts pleasure and pain. She felt as powerful as she had ever felt in her life. She released the lacings of his leggings and pulled them down to his knees. She waited as he removed them and stood now in nothing but his undergarment. God, he was gorgeous, his whole body glowing in the firelight.
Jareth thought he was going to die from her gentle exploration of his body. He felt like shouting out his joy triumphantly, declaring that Sarah was his beloved, his wife, his queen. He knew that as soon as she joined with him, he would perform the bonding rites and then he need never be alone again. He watched as she removed his undergarment. He wasn't prepared for her taking his member into her hand. His hips thrust forward and he cried out in complete abandon. "Sarah, by the Gods!" She continued to stroke him, her hand moving sensuously up and down his length. It felt too wonderful and he couldn't help himself as he reached out to touch her, praying he did not frighten her away. He simply needed to have her and she was going too slowly. "My beautiful seductress, I cannot stand this a moment longer!" He pushed her back against the mantel suddenly and kissed her with all the longing he'd being suffering under for seven years. He felt her surrender to his domination. This would be the end of his hell and she would lead him to salvation. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the waiting bed.
Before laying her down, he asked one last time, "is this what you want? To be with me, join with me, now and forever?" He didn't have to wait long for her answer.
She moved so that he had to place her down and she said, "yes". She said yes again as she undid the belt around her waist. She said yes as she removed the robe and let it fall to the floor. And she said yes as she lifted the gown up and over her head, suddenly standing gloriously naked and willing before him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that threatened to make him lose all control over his actions. He still needed her to be his equal in this. He lowered them both onto the mattress and she leaned back, taking him with her as she went. He touched her everywhere his fingers could reach, kissing her lips and along her jaw. Licking her neck and nibbling on her shoulder. He moved to her full breasts and proceeded to worship at one, sucking the nipple into his warm mouth, suckling upon it as he listened to her moan her pleasure.
He knew he should let her take the lead but since she'd never been with a man, he also knew he needed to prepare her for the penetration. He wanted her to experience the pleasure so has to overshadow any pain that there might be. He worked at creating supreme pleasure with every kiss, every touch of his fingers. He had centuries of sexual experiences to rely upon to give her as many orgasms as she could take but he had not been prepared for the intense pleasure being with her would give him. Her skin was like peaches and cream: soft and delicious. Her little moans and whimpers were driving him insane. His manhood ached and he had to fight against the overwhelming urge to drive himself deep into her inviting velvety valley. He kissed her once more, their tongues fighting each other for dominance, dancing together in perfect unison. Then, he moved down her neck, over her breasts and down the downy softness of her belly. He gasped as he cane to the seat of her power, her womanhood. She was already so wet and welcoming. His rock hard cock, so painfully erect he thought it would kill him to wait, but he knew he must. He plied her little bundle of nerves with his tongue, swirling it around and around until he felt her begin to tremble. He could tell she was close. He pulled back and looked up at her as he asked, his voice shaking. "Sarah, my beloved, are you ready? Are you frightened?" She shook her head and when she lifted her head and looked into his eyes, he felt like he had died and gone into the Summerlands: her love for him was all there, in the single glance. She smiled and reached for him, for something she'd never had but instinctively knew she needed: him! And he willingly would take her.
He moved up her, placing kisses along her warm body until he once again was at her lips. He kissed her reverently as he placed the tip of his shaft at her entrance. He pushed in just a little and then backed out, almost teasing her and himself as well. She moaned his name, begging him in that single word to claim her. Again he pushed into her but not fully. He knew she was untried and he was larger than mortal males anyway. But he had miscalculated: he hadn't counted on her impatience. She thrust her hips up suddenly and he was forced deeper into her as she gasped at the sudden invasion and discomfort. Her face contorted but not in pain: she looked confused. He gathered all his self-restraint to keep from moving but again he miscalculated. Sarah was much more passionate and inpatient than he could ever have guessed. She began to move, with an instinctual rhythm no one had taught her. And he was suddenly unleashed. He couldn't stop himself as he thrust into her, deeper with each movement, harder and faster, the words, the ancient bonding rites of the kings of the Underground, spilling from his lips as the silver threads of his magic began binding them for all eternity. He felt his heart fill with the love he felt and as her love joined with it, he thought his heart would burst! Never had he ever felt the pleasure that came from a physical joining combined with the love bond and now it broke free as he felt the electric shock run up his spine. He couldn't stop it; his orgasm would be violent and he tried to protect Sarah but it was too late. He came, hard, violent. His seed shot into her and in that moment, as he stiffened and shuddered his release, he felt her orgasm. The muscles of her core gripping him, nearly crushing him. Her scream was music to his ears. His name fell from her lips a dozen times as they came back down from a high neither had ever experienced.
He collapsed upon her and she felt crushed but it felt so good. Sarah smiled. The kind of smile of contentment; of completion. Now she knew what it was she had been wanting. Jareth. It had always been Jareth. That was why she had run away. Not because her stepmother was horrible, which she had been. No, fear of the overwhelming desire to be with this glorious being, this man who loved her. She kissed his sweaty brow and listened as his breathing returned to normal and still he did not leave her, his manhood still deep inside her, keeping them connected. "My queen." She heard him whisper and her heart fluttered. She felt tired and powerful at the same time. "I love you, Jareth. I love you." She heard him sigh and he rolled to his side, taking her with him, still not withdrawing from her. A warm fur coverlet appeared over them, covering them and he kissed her tenderly on her lips, her cheeks and the tip of her nose. She heard him whisper a single word. "Sleep." She obeyed the command as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. "I love you." She whispered it as sleep claimed.