Chapter 11: Within Darkness.

 

                Sarah felt years younger as she stepped towards Jareth, but it was not in a good way. She felt fifteen again, back inthat ballroom. She felt confused and trembled inside knowing that she wasn’t in control and she didn’t know what to do about it. She could even hear eerie music and lyrics swirling just within the limits of hearing.

 

From the darkest kaos from beyond this time

I shall free my wings as our souls align

Mortal barriers are falling in crippling time

In the moonlighting darkness, the garden divine

For invoking the dark, and the blood of its Lord

 

                For a moment she closed her eyes, not sure if she was trying to listen harder to catch the notes, or to shut her senses off. A stir of something neither hot, nor cold, spun around her like a devil wind and raised goosebumps on the back of her neck. She hissed softly through her teeth at the sensation and her eyes shot back open.

 

                The light in the room was fading, dimming and then all but gone out except for a single candle in a corner. The white walls faded with the light and then blurred and disappeared until there was nothing surrounding the room but endless darkness spilling back. A deep sense of wrongness clutched at Sarah’s stomach and knotted her intestines. She felt as if she were in a horror film and at any moment the murderer would reach out of the darkness and slash at her. But there was only Jareth standing with the shadows flickering against his pale skin. She looked into his eyes and they seemed to glint in the candle light. One iris blue, one iris green… or was one brown and the other grey? Straining to see through the dim light, she stepped closer to get a better look. She had to know what colour his eyes were, it seemed like the most important thing in the world. “What are you doing to me?” Her voice seemed an echo away, not hers at all.

 

                 “Sometimes the magick of my world taken on a personality of its own; often curious, often deadly, but always addictive… Seductive.”

 

                Yes, Sarah thought, it was exactly like a drug. She felt light headed and disembodied but at the same time all her senses seemed heightened. The flickering of the one candle was too bright, the shadows jumped too sharply, the darkness too thick. Strangely – or did it make more sense – Jareth himself was blurred like a watercolour painting of grey and silver swirls. “Why is it here?” she whispered.

 

                 “Because I am here.”

 

                 “This is making no sense.”

 

                Those pale lips of his tilted up at one corner. It really was fascinating to watch, to see the skin of his lips stretch while the corner of his mouth creased in two curved lines. She was distracted from watching his mouth when a cup was raised up between their faces. One of Jareth’s pale hands held the stem and she stared at his fingers. When had he taken off his gloves?

 

                 “Drink this, it will help.”

 

                Sarah stared confused at the goblet, red liquid rippling in towards the middle as if someone was tapping the side of it. When had he gotten that? She cupped her hands around the head of the goblet. Jareth’s hand remained curled around the stem so she was forced to take another stop towards him until they were an inch apart so that she could drink. They both lifted it towards Sarah’s mouth and she sipped at it first. It coated her lips and tongue. The drink was warm and thick, and as she swallowed it, it was at first tangy with a sweet aftertaste. Her tongue came out to swipe the rest from her lips. Her focus was so great on the taste in her mouth and the promise of more from the cup that she didn’t see Jareth taste his own lips in an exact mirror replica of her own.

 

                 “Drink the rest,” Jareth’s voiced urged.

 

                 “What is it going to do?” She probably should have asked that before she sipped it. Sarah frowned. Were those words she just spoke slurred? Her tongue felt thick and furry. She swallowed to get rid of the feeling and the remenants of the liquid in her mouth slid down her throat. “Is it wine?”

 

                 “Drink it,” and this time his hand pushed the goblet towards her. She followed his lead and this time drank hungily, her throat moving beneath delicate skin. She drank until there was no more to be had.

 

                 “Wh-?” She tried to asked again but her mouth wouldn’t form any words, only her throat releasing sounds.

 

It shall punish the weak with its bestial sword

The innocent blood sacrificed in the night

Within darkness comes rapture in beautiful sight

Feel the midnight's pull

The answers to darkness and dreams in full

                The goblet dropped from between them to lay silent and forgotten on the floor. Jareth’s knuckles lightly skimmed her cheek, as softly as a summer breeze. So soft, yet Sarah tilted her head back in reaction. Fingers spread over her chin, just brushing at her lips before moving down her neck. The touch increased in pressure as they cupped her throat, a thumb on one side to catch her pulse while the fingers splayed on the other. He could have easily choked her. All he had to do was squeeze.

 

                “It hightens touch, lowers inhibition. Part sedative, part aphrodisiac. That is the power of a fey’s blood.”

 

                The thumb pushed up against the pulse of blood at her throat and Sarah whimpered. Was it out of fear or shuddering lust that was spreading from her throat outwards? Her heart was beating too fast, her lips slighty parted with short low pants and her whole body felt tired and weak. Her legs trembled, her head wouldn’t lift back up, her arms stayed dangling by her sides.

 

                Jareth’s warmth was almost too much when he breathed across her ear, “If you want more, you’ll have to tear my flesh open for it.”

 

                God, that sounded so good…

 

                His tongue traced the outer shell of her ear and that was it. Her legs buckled and she fell against him. For one dizzying moment Sarah thought he was going to let her fall so that she knelt in front of him. However, Jareth’s other arm whipped around her back and pinned her so that her weight sagged against his length. The hand slid from her throat to slide under her legs so that he could pick her up. He carried Sarah to the bed and lay her down.

 

                His hands quickly undid the laces on the dress and pulled them free so that the fabric hung loosely around her shoulders. The drug/blood – whatever Jareth had given her - was burning a terrible lust inside her and it suddenly settled deeply right in the centre of her femininity. Without any embarrassment, Sarah put a hand between her legs and squeezed her thighs around it, desperate to relieve some of the pressure.

 

                Jareth’s laughter rumbled through her ears and strummed straight to her core. She gave a breathless moan and moved against her own hand, wishing the folds of her dress weren’t in the way. But then teeth were being dragged along her throat and lips were sucking and pressing against her flesh. A warm tongue swirled against the top curve of her left breast. Hands pushed down the bodice of the dress and cool air caught her nipples and pulled them up. Jareth wasted no time, his mouth instantly latched onto one nipple and he sucked hard. Sarah gasped. Then panted and used both hands to slide her fingers through that wonderous hair and hold him tightly to her. But the sudden loss of pressure between her thighs made her cry out his name.

 

                However he knew what she wanted, she didn’t care, but his knee forced itself between her clamped thighs and pressed down. She rocked against that hard length, struggling further deeper into the furnace that was going to leave her in ashes. A knot of pleasure was pulsing in her stomach and all she needed was a little bit more, a little bit longer and she knew she would feel heaven. She strained against him getting closer and closer.

 

                Suddenly, he pulled away from her. Her eyes snapped open in disbelief. She cried out for him as his warmth and solid body was gone. How could he? Didn’t he feel the urgency that she did? How could he leave her?

 

                But he wasn’t leaving her. He had knelt back so he could gather her dress at the bottom and drag it up over her thighs, watching intently as each inch of her flesh was revealed for him. For a brief instant he looked up at her. Her heart caught in her chest, stopped, then started beating madly again. The look on his face was utterly feral. His eyes shimmered in the dark room, his pupils were large and black. His pale cheeks held a splash of red across sharp cheekbones. His fists tightened in the material of her dress. He ripped it straight through from bottom to top and tugged it away from her body to throw it away somewhere across the room. The sound of the dress tearing sent a fresh wave of hot moisture to Sarah’s core and she moaned again. She parted her legs to invite Jareth to do something. Anything.

 

                His first touch on the outer lips of her feminine core made her flinch from a bolt of sexual intensity. He dipped his fingers in the source of her wet heat and went straight for the little bud of flesh that was hard and pulsing. Sarah wailed at the touch.

 

                His fingers danced on her clit, keeping time to the music in the air. At first his actions just added to the desire he had been building, but then it became teasing. Then unbearable. She squirmed, willing him to take her further, straining away to get him to stop the torture. She twisted violently and her fingers clawed involuntarily at the silken sheets below her – their coldness both relieving and adding to the hot feeling. The whole situation was too much and not enough.

 

For only as eternity unfolds

Lie the secrets within a funeral toll

Slain by the hand too close to see

Prism in their eyes for eternity

Blessedly fading for all to see

Painting a picture of hypocrisy

Fraying at the edges of sanity

 

                Her climax felt like rain suddenly hitting hot desert sand, heavily splattering and sizzling with steam radiating all across her body. It was too much, but she didn’t want it to stop. She couldn’t tell if the darkness was just the room or whether she was about to pass out. She couldn’t focus on anything other than what she was feeling. It was wonderful and terrifying at the same time.

 

                But she didn’t pass out. For a few brilliant seconds she felt the lingering tingles zipping along her nerves as she stared up at nothing in particular. Jareth’s hands smoothed down her thighs and then back up – whether in praise or appreciation she didn’t particularly care to analyse at that moment. She had heard orgasms were good, but surely this was something different altogether. It couldn’t possibly be this good. Was it because Jareth was fey? Or maybe sex really was this good. All the time. Sarah shivered at the thought.

 

                She wasn’t left alone with her thoughts for long, just as her lust was rising again, Jareth’s was obviously rising faster. His mouth fastened directly on her clit and sucked. Before she could come again he moved his tongue down further and took time to explore all her softness. His tongue dipped into her wet core and she rocked up against him. The feeling of that sleek muscle tasting and rubbing against the delicate walls was incredible and she fervently wished that his tongue was longer so that he could push all the way up inside her. She let out a frustrated gasp when he moved on and then a shocked moan when he moved much lower.

 

                His lean fingers had gripped her buttocks and pulled them away from each other so that for a few decadent moments he tongued the tight closed hole of her anus. He stabbed a hard tongue at the dark star there and Sarah almost came.

 

                She did come when he swiftly moved back to her clit and pushed her over the edge once more.

 

                Sarah panted deliriously. Her body felt so good and so tired, but the foreign blood in her system was still clambering for more. Jareth’s weight sliding up her body was a brief welcomed relief and when he kissed her she desperately kissed him back. His tongue stroked her tongue. His lips were rough on hers. She could taste herself, a strange salty spice, but she craved the taste of him underneath

Beneath its surface a part of me

Unleash the tyrant from within

For no face can see beneath this opaque mask of deadened time

Image that emerges through the wrath and pain combined

Silken dreams of Avalon where shadows dwell for all time

 

                His hand slid firmly over one breast, down her stomach making her flinch in pleasure, and then between her legs. He tugged at the dark curls there, and then deliberately rubbed his fingers on her clit, which was still sensitive from her last orgasm. His fingers slipped inside her and as wet as she was there was no resistance to him slipping deep before reaching a thin barrier of flesh.

 

                Perhaps finding that last physical proof of her innocence was the last straw, or perhaps his patience had finally ran out from preparing her, but Jareth’s fingers quickly pulled free and his body shifted firmly over hers.

 

                He pushed his hips against her and there was a moment when her body resisted and then the round head of his cock popped inside her. She gasped. He slid deeper inside. For a few treacherous moments, he nudged the head of his cock against the barrier he found there. Pushing against it hard enough to let her know he found her purity, but not enough force to tear through it. Fear like ice whipped down her spine, but Jareth turned it into a sickening combination of dark pleasure as he pressed fingers against clit. Without meaning to, Sarah arched into the touch which in turn pushed him back up against her hymen. Her mind called out for him to stop. Her body shifted against him.

 

                His fist wrapped in her hair and pulled her head back. His eyes stared down into her.

 

                “Mine.”

 

                Jareth thrust forward and buried himself as deep as possible.

 

                Sarah screamed, and then panted with pain. But the fey blood in her would not let her lay quietly.  With a deep desirous need and a want to cause pain back Sarah locked her legs around his waist and rolled up against him instinctively rubbing her clit against him for friction and scratched her nails down him back as hard as she could. His hiss of pain set her burning blood hotter.

 

                There was no tenderness or finesse as Jareth took her as hard as he could. Sarah gave back everything. His hand smoothed and clenched at one side of her buttocks which the other remained locked in her hair. She clenched intimately around his cock and pressed him deeper into her. Their sweat mingled and burned on their skin.

 

                Some part of her mind screamed for it all to end but her body was moving with a will of its own, some instinct making her twist her body to tempt him and at the same time accept all of him. She was going to go insane from it. The pleasure was too much. Every nerve ending was firing in pleasure. She couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t help but pull him closer.

 

                “Mine.”

 

                Her orgasm burst from deep inside her and came so fast she almost passed out, but Jareth tugged harshly at her hair to keep her with him and kissed her, claiming all that he could.

As a demon I roar

Within the fabric of thoughts

My purpose an anchor

And exhale my spirit into the night air

Stained as I fall beneath my shroud

 

                The orgasm didn’t fade, instead Sarah felt a second one rushing straight on the tail of the last

 

                Jareth’s voice came out harsh and in another language, his hands gripped her hips refusing her option of pulling away even if she wanted to.

 

                Hot cum shot deep inside her and she felt every pulse of his cock.

 

                She bit his shoulder as she came, white hot, hard enough to break the skin and taste the sweet blood underneath. Whatever came after that was lost in a dark haze.

 

And my flesh anointing tribute to the proud

In a breath from an everless nightfalll enshadowed thee

Fore I am forever as eternity chants its chivalty

As a silhouette in the night

Not of this world of within sunlight

Fore only as eternity unfolds

Lie the secret within a funeral toll**

 

                And in the space that crosses sleeping and the unconscious Sarah let go of many dreams. Dreams of a true love that held her tenderly and woke her in the morning with a soft kiss. Dreams of children that chased each other around her and hugged her tightly with innocent joy. Dreams of writing for a living, allowing the world access to her imagination as she told stories in dazzling words. Dreams of having her brother, Toby, by her side, of smelling his sunshined dried hair and hearing him call her name. Dreams of things that she had always wanted, things that she held close to her heart.

 

                Things that she knew she could never have now.

 

                Even the hope of it was gone; all swallowed up within the darkness.

 

**The Slaughter of Innocence, a Requiem for the Mighty

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