Jareth plopped down in his armchair, heavily releasing the breath he had been holding in all day.

The goblins had been rambunctious, not at all listening to him during court. He nearly set the whole place on fire because of them and only held back because his rational side told him not to.

He also discovered one of the chickens was loose, running around the ballroom and destroying the decorations for tonight's ball that he and Sarah will be hosting.

After that, he banned all the goblins and all chickens from the castle until two days after Beltane.

Following that mess, he gritted his teeth as he diplomatically welcomed a few high ranking Beltane guests that he, frankly, never wanted to see in his home but was obliged to as the grandson of the High King and the host of tonight's festivities.

Truth be told, today wasn't such a bad day if one didn't count the goblin fiasco.

It was Beltane, the celebration of renewal, life, fertility, and returning power of the sun to the earth.

He and Sarah usually attended rituals where farmers would drive their livestock from winter to summer pastures. They would light bonfires with the community, witnessed couples renew their bondings by leaping over the flames, and would join in on the singing and dancing with flower crowns on their heads.

At the end of the day, after dancing around the Maypole and frolicking, the people would make wishes for the upcoming year in front of the fires. He and Sarah had to skip out on that particular tradition this year due to hosting the Beltane Ball, where faerie nobility from all over the realm would come to the castle and partake in their own celebrations.

Speaking of such events, he no longer wanted to go to these parties, speaking cordially with people, who didn't deserve to be spoken to, and keeping the peace with the diplomats, who were, ironically enough, not at all diplomatic.

There was nothing there for him but poisonous words disguised as flattery.

It also weighed heavily on Sarah, who was much more sensitive than he, as she hadn't grown up in this world.

She was now adept at keeping her facial expressions in check in comparison to when she first came to the Underground, but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt her feelings or made her feel drained.

And, whatever hurt his queen, hurt Jareth.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much they could do but bear it.

Shaming these thoughts away, he reached over to the book he had been reading earlier. Perhaps he could get some relaxation before the ball.

About fifteen minutes into reading, he thought he heard water draining.

Odd. He was sure he hadn't heard it earlier.

Curious, he looked around, seeing Sarah walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

Her hair was lightly damp, and the towel was, blessedly, a tad too tight, so her cleavage was about to bust it open.

Her beautiful long legs were exposed, shining under the light from the dampness.

He whistled, eyeing up and down her body.

"Well if that isn't a sight every man would kill to have."

She rolled her eyes, but grinned all the same. She loved the attention he gave to her.

Being a little tease, she adjusted the towel down a little, exposing her breasts slightly, and opened the slit at her leg even wider.

"You exaggerate."

"Even so, I certainly would kill to have this scenery," he mewled hungrily and refused to take his eyes off her, "The view would be much better if that blasted towel was completely off your body."

"What are you doing here anyway?" she changed the subject, drying her hair with a smaller towel. "I thought you had Goblin Court right now?"

The very mention of goblins made Jareth instantly seethe. He loved his goblins, but they were driving him mad at the moment.

"Don't talk to me about those blasted goblins " Jareth snarled and tossed the book aside, unable to relax now. "I had to cut court short."

"That bad, huh?" Sarah empathized.

"Quite. But what of you?" he switched topics. "How are you able to bathe at this time of day?"

Sarah paused, carefully choosing her words.

"Well, as it turns out, my meeting with Lord Kysat was canceled, so I decided to take a bath."

Jareth raised an eyebrow at this.

"That's surprising."

She rummaged around the vanity for her hairbrush. "I know, he's always on time and never misses a meeting."

"Of course, he doesn't. Not for you."

Jareth didn't even try to hide the animosity he felt for Lord Kyset. He breathed harshly out his nose, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His lips pursed tightly, and he looked out the window, imagining defenestrating the pathetic man.

Sarah awkwardly sighed and fidgeted with her hairbrush.

"Jareth-"

"No, Sarah," he interrupted her, not wanting her to feel uneasy or misinterpret him.

"I do not require nor desire any apology. He has always found you attractive, and I can tell. Everyone can see your beauty; they would be blind not to. I trust you with all my heart. I only desire for him to be more respectful in his interactions with you. Just because you don't notice his behavior, doesn't mean it goes unnoticed by me."

"I believe you," she reiterated, having had this conversation before. "Even if I could tell on my own that he has a weird crush on me, I wouldn't be tempted by him of all men. Or anyone."

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder before going back to the mirror to dry her hair. "Especially, when I have you. You know my heart is yours. Just as I know your heart is mine, and you wouldn't hurt me or fall for some other woman."

Jareth softened. "I know that, but thank you for reminding me anyway. I adore you."

He took the book up again, feeling much more relaxed.

"He is scum, looking down on humans who turn faerie like yourself. You are beautiful, and you are my wife. You are a prize to him, some sort of perverted trophy that he could steal from me. He does not see you as a person with your own right."

"Yeah…" Sarah understood, thinking of the best way to respond. "It's why I try to have Samuel, Lorraine, or someone else in the room during meetings with him. I do it anyway with others, but I especially don't trust that man when you told me how you think he feels towards me. Anyway, I didn't meet with him, hence my bath."

Jareth pouted in disappointment. "I hadn't realized you were here. Otherwise, I would've joined you."

Sarah came over, kissing his cheek.

Gods, she smelled so nice. Her hair was still damp, her shampoo so sweet, and her natural scent…

Jareth crossed his legs, trying to not get hard at the mere thought of her nakedness.

"I'm going to get changed," she replied, tossing her hair.

Jareth squeezed her hand in agreement.

"I will get back to reading and leave you be, even though I would love to free you of that towel instead."

Despite appearing disappointed at the lack of action, his eyes still sparkled when he spoke to her. He just couldn't help but be madly in love with his wife.

Sarah blew him a kiss, making her way to her walk-in closet.

In the closet, Sarah ran her fingers across the collection of lingerie. What she didn't tell Jareth was that she had some time…

She found one that he was sure to love, a two piece, burgundy little thing. The bottom were lace panties, and the top had a ribbon to tie into a bow under the breasts, with an underwire for a lift and to accentuate the shape.

She used magic to dry her hair, snapping her fingers, so the moisture was instantly gone.

Normally, she wouldn't expend her magical energy on something so trivial yet so costly, but this was a notable exception.

Sliding the lingerie on, she admired herself in the mirror. She smoothed down the fabric, striking a few poses.

Jareth was sure to be all over her. She could already feel him ripping it off her, his hands greedily claiming her body

Her panties instantly dampened just thinking about it.

She strolled out of the closet, seeing that Jareth was still reading.

"Hey, Jareth," she sultrily called, doing a sexy walk towards him and making sure to sway her hips.

Jareth turned to see her sashay into his line of sight, eyes wide at her alluring and tempting attire.

Her dark, shiny hair seemed to float behind her, and the bright, green eyes were now dark with seduction.

She undulated her body, hands coming to caress her hips.

His cock hardened instantly, lengthening very quickly. He appeared completely enchanted, as if Sarah had put him under her spell.

"Sarah. You are divine."

She threw her hands up in the air, smiling at him knowingly, as she gave a little dance.

The outline of his erection was so prominent, he might as well have been naked.

How tempted she was to take it into her mouth.

He rubbed his thigh vigorously in a futile attempt to lessen his desire to pounce on her.

"Thank you. Do you like my outfit, Your Majesty?" she cooed.

Jareth gave up and moved his hand to his crotch, rubbing on it directly, hissing at the contact.

"'Like' doesn't even cover it. Although, I think I prefer it on the floor, destroyed by my teeth."

Her pussy was wet before, but now, it was drenched by his words and his actions.

"Then I'll let you have the fun of disrobing me, Sire."

"You better," he growled, staring right into her soul as she kept up her dancing.

Unable to take it anymore, Jareth pulled his pants off, revealing his very hard and rather large cock. The tip was red with the need to be inside of her.

He took himself in his hand, pumping up and down to the rhythm of her dance.

"I must say," he spoke, his voice low and husky. "This is the best show I've ever seen. I am fortunate to have the front row seat to it."

Sarah walked behind him, hands on his shoulders. She slid her hands all over his upper back, hair, and neck.

"Keep going, and you'll get a special, backstage pass to it."

Jareth pumped himself harder and faster without even thinking.

He could smell her now, knowing even without looking that her underwear must be drowning in her wetness.

"Oh, Sarah."

She leaned over, letting her breasts rub against the back of his head.

"Do it, Jareth. I want to see you come. Make a mess for me."

And with that, she licked his neck and bit down.

Hard.

Jareth grunted loudly, his hand practically vibrating as he pumped faster.

He couldn't stop, even if he wanted to.

"Sarah!" he praised her name in reverend worship.

He came all over himself, making a mess on his hands, his pants, and even his shirt.

Sarah licked her lips at the erotic sight.

Few things were hotter than seeing Jareth aroused and pleasure himself, knowing that it was all because of her.

After he came down from his high, she swung a leg over and straddled him. His mouth, still open from heavy breathing, was captured by hers in an arousing kiss.

Sarah pushed her tongue in, sliding it against the roof of his mouth and feeling his do the same.

She pressed her body to his, desperately wanting the ache in her pussy to be relieved. Her whole body was hot, sensitive, and in need of him to fill her up.

Jareth moved a hand possessively into her hair as the other slid down inside her panties to feel her soft bottom.

Sarah instantly arched her back, gasping, which left his mouth free to leave kisses and bite marks all over her collarbone.

"Mmm, what a delightful surprise," he moaned in between the kisses and bites. "My beautiful, sexy wife, surprising me in lingerie and a dance. What a treat for any husband. You deserve your own little treat for it."

He leaned over, grabbing one end of the ribbon with his teeth and pulling it.

The ribbons fell, giving way to her perfect breasts.

He kissed them reverently, his hands cupping the base and thumbs circling the areolae.

"You are mine."

"Yours, always," Sarah agreed, moaning as his mouth descended onto one nipple.

Her hands moved on their own accord down inside her panties, finding them more soaked than she realized.

She slipped her fingers inside, playing with her engorged clit in ecstasy.

Her scent intoxicated Jareth, and he wanted nothing more than to thrust his cock into her.

He was instantly hard again, watching her take control of her pleasure while he played with her breasts.

"That's it, Sarah," he encouraged her further. "I want to hear you come. I want to hear you moan my name."

"Jareth, Jareth!"

She screamed, her body convulsing in the orgasm.

"That's it, Precious," Jareth praised as she came down from her high.

Sarah was still in a daze, feeling like a noodle as he carried her to the bed.

As promised, he tore the panties apart with his teeth, leaving them shredded on the floor as she was totally exposed, while he was still somewhat dressed.

The juxtaposition somehow made her even more turned on, especially with the mess from his orgasm still evident on his clothes.

With his face by her sex, Jareth licked up her juices.

His eyes immediately rolled into the back of his head.

"Mmm. You taste delicious, Sarah. I could have you for all my meals and still not be satisfied."

He could see that Sarah was still in a daze.

Not for long.

He climbed over her, quick as lighting, gripping her hands and placing them over her head while he laid on top.

"Look at what we have here. The queen is fully at the mercy of her husband. What shall he do now?"

Sarah's eyes sparkled in playfulness before darkening, speaking in a raspy voice, she knew he loved.

"I would think that he would take her. Fill her with his large cock."

She shook her hips a little, trying to meet his.

With a flick of her finger, Jareth was fully disrobed, and the aforementioned large cock was poised to enter her.

Jareth grinned. "Is that what the queen wants?"

"Oh, yes, please," she moaned. "The queen needs her king."

"Then who am I to refuse such a request?"

He grabbed his cock, letting the tip drag along her wet clit, moving down to her entrance.

"Look at me, Sarah," Jareth breathed out, trying to not black out from the pleasure. "I want to see your eyes as I take you."

Sarah did as told, moaning loudly as he pushed himself in all the way.

He filled her perfectly, in ways that no one else could. No one made her feel so happy, so complete as he did. She welcomed him into her body.

As for Jareth, it didn't matter how many times he had sex with Sarah. Each time, it felt just as wonderful.

She was so wet, so warm, so ready for him. Her body opened up to his, and he was forever grateful to have her.

Jareth slowly moved his hips, wanting to tease her. But when Sarah moved hers as well, something in him snapped.

He plunged himself into her, taking her over and over as much as she was taking him.

Sarah opened her mouth in pleasure, thrusting her hips back just as furiously.

She rubbed her chest against his, knowing how much he enjoyed feeling her soft breasts and hard nipples.

They reached for each others' hands, fingers interlocking. Their bodies continued to make noises as they met for a kiss, Sarah's free hand grabbing onto Jareth's hair.

Jareth's rhythm started to become erratic as he found himself unable to hold on much longer.

He reached down to where they were joined, fingering Sarah's clit, so that she may also reach her pleasure with him.

"Jareth!" she screamed, her pussy convulsing, gripping onto his cock. Her mouth, red and bruised from the kissing, was open in ecstasy.

Jareth could no longer hold it in. He shoved deeply into her hips, wanting to fill her as much as possible.

"Sarah, my Sarah!"

He filled her, spilling his seed inside her.

Sarah felt his warmth filling her deeply, her moans muffled by his kiss.

They laid there for a while, kissing and caressing each other in blissful love.

"You know," she said lazily, brushing Jareth's hair off his face, his cock still inside of her. "We're both dirty now."

Jareth raised his eyebrows, nipping at her neck.

"Does this mean we can bathe together?"

Sarah kissed his nose, winking. "It sure does."

Without a moment's hesitation, he picked her up and transported them both to the bath.


Hi! Thanks for reading. I want to give a special thanks/shoutout to my awesome beta, RMBiehl (over at AO3). She has been a great help in figuring out the title, summary, encouraging me, and editing this fic. I hope you'll enjoy this fic, it's only 4 chapters long :)