He Watched

Sarah sighed as she slid under the covers. Her body was tired from her journey and the celebration afterwards and was glad to be lying on a soft mattress underneath thick blankets. A small smile graced her mouth as she closed her eyes and thought about how lucky she was to have made so many friends that would be there for her whenever she needed them. Her mind was wandering back to her first impressions of Hoggle when she heard her window open.

Her eyes opened and moved to the glass only to meet a body instead. A gasp left her throat as she quickly sat up, gaze jumping to meet the Goblin King's mismatched own. His eyes were smirking at her below his wheat-colored hair that fell in disarray about his face. His lips matched his eyes as he moved closer to her bed.

"Wha-what are you doing here?" Sarah asked, afraid of how the king had gotten into her room without her calling.

"Oh, Sarah," he said in his chiding voice, "Do you really think that I need your invitation to visit you? You know that's not true."

His voice sent shivers down her spine as her mind flew back to his first appearance in her house: He came as an owl; an owl that looked much like the owl at the park. She remembered seeing it when she went to play act and used to use it as a piece of setting or character that she had to interact with from afar. Jareth was the owl?

The man in question watched with satisfaction as fear washed over her face.

"But, I broke your spell! You-you don't have any power over me!" she cried, trying to convince herself as much him.

A cruel laugh made her clutch her comforter tighter to her. "Oh, Sarah," he repeated, moving closer. "You don't actually believe that that was real do you?"

Sarah looked down in confusion, stumbling over words, nothing coherent escaping her mouth.

He laughed again. "Sarah! Really now, didn't I tell you that that was all for you? I did everything that you expected of me, but that doesn't mean that you actually beat me. I told you before; you're no match for me, Sarah."

She looked at him, her hazel eyes wide with fear. 'No... no! I beat him, this can't be happening! I beat him!!' she screamed in her mind.

Jareth smiled evilly down at her and moved another step closer, reaching the edge of her bed. "Now, Sarah," he whispered sinisterly, "you will see what power I have over you."

Sarah had a moment to be afraid before all thought left her. Her mind was foggy, pieces of thoughts floating at the edges of it that, when she tried to hold onto, slipped away and disappeared. Even the edges of her vision seemed to blur, her eyes continuously being drawn back to the man in front of her. All she could see was the halo of his hair, his mismatched eyes, and his long, breathtaking body. He wore a crème shirt, billowing sleeves meeting black gloved hands and ruffled neckline trailing down past his chest. A deep brown, almost black vest was fastened tight on top of the shirt with silver clasps. Skin-tight black pants led down to brown high heeled boots that clung to his legs from just below his knees. A black and crème tattered cape hung from his shoulders, its high collar framing his face and hair. And on his bare chest was his crescent moon pendent, as always. Her eyes focused on that expanse of pale flesh like it was clean, fresh water after weeks in the desert. She reached forward to trace the outline of his shirt against his flesh but she couldn't reach far enough. Had her mind not been so foggy, she would have simply moved closer to him, but her hazy thoughts could not hold onto that idea.

Jareth smiled down at the young girl, pleased with the look of longing in her eyes that his magic had created. His smirk grew wider as he heard a small whimper leave her throat. He reached forward with his gloved hand and ghosted over her bare arm from elbow to wrist with his fingertips. Her eyes fluttered closed at the small amount of contact and she leaned back against her headboard, not having the energy to hold herself in a sitting position any longer.

Jareth was pleased at the effect his magic had on her, not that he was expecting any less. He retracted his hand and watched as Sarah whimpered and begged him with her now open eyes. He stared into the deep pools of brown and decided to oblige the child.

Finger by finger he slid the glove off his right hand. "Tell me what you want, Sarah," he ordered, attention focused on his work. When she didn't reply, Jareth looked up at her and repeated the question, laying his glove on her bedside table before beginning to take off the other one.

She couldn't speak. She wanted to but she just couldn't remember how to form words. She wanted to tell him that she wanted to touch him, and for him to touch her. She wanted to tell him that she wanted to feel his flesh against hers. She wanted to tell him all of this but the words would not form and all she could do was beg him with her eyes.

Jareth let out an annoyed sigh as he set his left glove on top of the right. "If you can't tell me what you want, Sara, then I'll just have to take what I want instead, now won't I?"

Deep down Sarah knew that that should have frightened her, but her hazy mind couldn't receive that thought and instead put all of its attention toward the man in front of her.

"Hmm? Still can't tell me what you want? Well then, I guess I have no choice." He moved to kneel on the bed and brought his hand to her face. The moment his skin touched hers, Sarah's hands reached up to hold onto his own as she cuddled her face closer. Jareth smirked and caressed her face for a moment before trailing his hand down her neck to her collar bone. He traced its outline with the pads of his fingertips, memorizing the feel of that ridge. He watched his pale flesh slide over her creamy skin, focused intently on the reactions of the woman below him. Her breathing was slightly labored and soft cooing noises were coming from her mouth. He ran over her collar bone once more and then moved his digits down until he traced the scoop neck of her night gown. Her hands still clung to his own as her eyes closed and her breathing became harder. He ran his fingers over the silky cloth and soft skin, taking his time to travel from one end to the other. Nerve endings were firing off and sending small sparks down to Sarah's lower abdomen. She had never felt anything like this before and rubbed her legs together at the odd warming sensation between them.

Jareth watched her squirm under his touch and dipped his fingertips beneath the silky cloth. A moan left her mouth at the teasing sensation of him just under her neckline. He brought his other hand up and pushed the blankets off of her body. She shivered at the sudden cold air but her mind quickly forgot about that once a large hand found its way to her hip. He stroked his thumb back and forth over her hip bone as he continued sliding his fingertips around the outline of her nightgown's neck. He watched her raptured face with hard eyes, drinking in her obvious enjoyment of the treatment. He drew his hand back up from her neckline, drawing a soft whimper, and slowly trailed it down between the valley of her breasts, pinkie and thumb splayed out to barely brush their edges.

Sarah let out a soft cry at the contact and leaned into his touch, causing her back to arch slightly. Jareth looked down at the girl below him and distantly felt himself react to her obvious arousal. He watched as a small pink tongue darted out to wet parted lips. The movement brought a smile to his own and he lowered his face down to hers, his mouth only centimeters apart from those full lips. He could feel her hot breath against his sensitive skin and leaned closer, still not closing the space fully.

Sarah moaned at the teasing breath against her flesh and tilted up her face to meet him, only to find that he was gone. Her eyes fluttered open and looked where he was moments before, finding empty space. She looked up to find him standing next to her bed and reached out toward him, his name sliding past her lips in a whisper, "Jareth..."

He looked down at her, his face showing nothing but indifference. "Tell me what you want, Sarah. I will not return to you unless you can tell me."

She frowned and scrambled for the memory of speech. The edges of his lips tilted up at the look of frustration on her face. Oh, he would make her work for him.

"I-I want, I want you to... to kiss me." she finally struggled out.

Jareth smiled, "As you wish." He leaned over her and brought his lips softly down to hers. Sarah immediately melted into the chaste kiss, hands moving to hold onto his sleeves. He moved his lips over hers, pulling back only to return, each time kissing a bit harder and a bit deeper until he was stroking her bottom lip with his tongue, trying to gain further access to her sweet mouth.

Sarah had never before been kissed and was drowning in the feeling of the Goblin King's lips against her own. Each touch sent more sparks down between her legs until she was gasping at the sensation. When she felt his wet tongue against her lips, she tried to meet it with her own only to have the king force it back into her mouth. He held her face between his hands and tilted it farther to the side to get closer to her lips as he languidly ravished her mouth.

When they finally parted, Sarah was panting and Jareth moved from her lips to her neck, one hand trailing into her hair while the other went to the small of her back. She let out a soft, "Ah!" when he bit down on her neck. He could smell her arousal and it was wrecking havoc on his senses, but he would not let it overcome him. He licked at his teeth marks and then sucked on her collar bone, drawing the blood up to the surface until it stained her skin a deep purple: marking her.

His hands massaged her as he drew back to lightly kiss, lick, and graze his teeth against her sensitive neck. "What do you want, Sarah?" he asked, his voice controlled and even.

"Please," she whimpered, hands convulsing and digging into the skin beneath his thin shirt.

Jareth took in a breath and pulled her closer to his mouth, "'Please,' what?" He nipped her neck again began to leave more marks on her innocent flesh.

"Please-Ah! O-oh, please, unh, don't-don't stop. Ooh, please, please, I need-I need more," she ground out between moans and gasps, writhing on the bed.

Jareth took his hand from her arching back and slid it up her stomach to her breasts, covering one completely. Sarah cried out with pleasure and arched further into his touch. He gave the globe a soft squeeze before straightening out his hand and running the palm over her nipple in small circles, the friction drawing it into a tight peak. He returned his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply as he massaged and teased her flesh through the nightgown. She moaned into his mouth as he moved to the other breast, repeating his actions until she had to pull away from his lips to gasp in her breaths.

Jareth stood and let Sarah's body slide down so that she was lying on the bed. He let his cape fall to his feet as he unlatched his vest and tossed it to the floor before stripping off his shirt. It was time to get rid of some of this clothing. He took her gown at the neck and ripped it so that a large strip fluttered to the floor, the rest looking like an open robe. He looked at her nude upper body and arousal soaked panties and faintly felt his member twitch in appreciation. A smirk graced his lips as he leaned down and took one taunt nipple in his mouth, causing Sarah to cry out and arch her back. He licked and sucked and nipped the bud until she was left writhing on the bed, gasping for breath and clawing at his back before he moved to the other one.

The feel of her nails digging into his flesh caused his arousal to twitch again but he pushed the feeling aside and gracefully moved so that he was holding himself above her on the bed. Lowering his waist down, he nudged Sarah's legs apart with his knee until he could settle between them. She instantly began to grind against him and the friction made his erection jerk. He pressed his teeth harder against her nipple in reprimand before pulling back from the breast.

"Now, now, Sarah," he said as he pulled himself back up off of her. "It isn't time for that yet."

She cried out and rocked against the empty air above her, trying to find any small bit of friction. Jareth smiled at the affect he had on her and placed a hand back at her breast. He began to tease the flesh as he held his other hand just above her core.

"Tell me that you want me to touch you, Sarah," he ordered.

She tossed her head from side to side, not saying 'no', but not understand what was happening, to busy focusing on the hand at her breast and the heat just above where she wanted it most.

"Sarah," he said harshly, gripping the soft flesh beneath his hand roughly and moving the other further away from its destination. "Tell me that you want me."

Her mouth hung open from the pain that was being confused with pleasure and his words finally slid into her hazy conscious. "I-I want you," she whispered out.

"Oh, you can do better than that, Sarah” Jareth chided. “I want you to say my name as you tell me."

"I want you," she repeated weakly. Jareth squeezed her breast harder and she gulped. "I want you, Jareth!"

"Now, that wasn't too hard was it?" he asked tauntingly, his hand letting up on its tight grip, massaging out the marks his fingers left. Sarah blinked back tears as she shook her head again, this time meaning the 'no' the action implied. He smiled and moved his free hand back towards her center. He ghosted it above her panties before slowly and lightly stroking the wet cotton. She threw her head back and arched into his touch, all thought of the recent pain gone in a spark of pleasure. He continued to tease her, hand moving from her chest to hold down her rocking hips so that she wouldn't get any more friction than he allowed. She whimpered and gripped the sheets, focusing all of her attention on his hand and the ball of heat that was slowly building inside of her.

Jareth chuckled evilly as he watched the once proud girl vocally beg him for more of his delicious touch. He slowly dragged his index finger over her panty covered pussy, each stroke harder than the last until the fabric became wedged inside of her. Sarah was moaning and tossing her head at the never before experienced pleasure; it was causing that small ball of warmth to become hotter and heavier with each passing stroke until it felt like she was going to burst.

Jareth, sensing her approaching release, leaned down so that he was speaking directly in her ear and hissed, “Yesss, call my name, Sarah. Scream my name until your throat is raw and bleeding. Scream it like the little whore you are.”

“Jareth!!” she cried as her body arched off the bed, finally brought to orgasm by his filthy words. Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hung slack as her first orgasm wracked her body, causing her to shake uncontrollably underneath the Goblin King. Jareth continued his ministrations until she slumped back onto the bed, breathing raggedly.

Sarah was not able to rest long before Jareth ripped her soaked panties from her body. She gasped as the rough action forced her hips off of the bed until the fabric tore and she was able to fall back onto her soft mattress.

Tossing the filthy garment away from him, Jareth slowly slid his form down Sarah’s still-quivering body until his lips were level with her dripping entrance.

Taking a deep breath, the Goblin King breathed in Sarah’s sent before slowly stroking the swollen lips with his fingers, spreading them apart. “You’re dripping cum, Sarah. Your body is weeping for me.” His tongue darted out to catch some of the shine as his mismatched gaze watched the girl’s reaction.

Sarah stiffened at the new feeling. His cold tongue shocked her out of her post-orgasm haze and she lowered clouded hazel eyes to his. Jareth’s eyes smirked at hers as he repeated the action, this time drawing his tongue slowly between her folds. Sarah’s head fell back as a shaking breath escaped her parted lips. Jareth continued to slowly draw his tongue over her sweet lips, watching as Sarah’s chest rose and fell with each labored breath that propelled the moans from her throat.

“Sarah,” he sing-songed, “Look at me, Sarah. Look at what I’m doing to your body.”

Sarah remained as she was, back arched and head thrown back, not hearing the Goblin King’s order.

“Sarah,” Jareth said more fiercely, “I said look at me.” When she still refused to obey him he drew his teeth painfully over her swollen clit.

“Aaah!” Sarah gasped as her head flew up to see what had replaced her pleasure with pain.

“That’s better, stay like that. I want you to see what your enemy is doing to you.” Jareth hissed against her. Sarah shuddered as his lips ghosted over her tender lips but kept her head raised, eyes hazily locked with those of the man between her legs.

Jareth returned to his ministrations, sliding his tongue from the bottom of her lips up to her clit, pressing firmly against the sweet flesh and eliciting delicious moans from the girl’s throat. He drew the tight bud into his mouth and suckled on it, watching as Sarah cried out in pleasure, fighting to not throw her head back. He moaned deep in his throat at the sight, the vibrations traveling past his lips and onto her clit. Sarah’s breath came out in a heady gasp as her eyelids drooped.

Jareth moved his tongue to her entrance and shoved it roughly inside of her, licking her inner walls and drinking up her arousal. His eyes dropped from hers and she threw her head back, a scream tearing from her throat at the new feeling. Tears gathered in her clenched eyes as her hands returned to twisting the bed sheets, her body trying to find an outlet for the immense pleasure that the Goblin King was giving her.

Jareth moved from her core back to her clit and harshly sucked on it before returning his tongue back to her folds, plunging into their depths. He continued these actions until Sarah was nothing but a quivering, moaning mass of pleasure, writhing on her sweat soaked bed. All Sarah could think about was the feel of the now warm organ twisting inside of her and stroking that newly familiar ball of molten warmth until she felt like one more lick would cause it to burst and overflow her body. Jareth’s teeth grazing over her clit caused her body to explode in a violent scream as the warmth flowed from her sweetly abused lips. Jareth sucked and drank down her juice, moaning at the taste until there was none left.

Jareth pulled himself back up Sarah’s panting body, taking in her disheveled hair, closed eyes, and parted lips.

“Taste yourself on me Sarah, taste your body’s orgasm on my lips” Jareth growled.

Sarah whimpered, her body sore from the overdose of pleasure that had wracked it raw. Jareth ignored her pain and took her lips in his own, forcing her to taste her body’s bitterness. His tongue licked inside of her mouth, slowly but with a demanding pressure that soon Sarah was answering to. Her tongue gently licked his as her lips caressed those above her, another whimper leaving her mouth at the sour taste. The King growled at the softness and kissed her deeper and with more force, raping her mouth with his tongue. He swallowed Sarah’s cry without mercy and lowered his body between her legs, grinding his cloth-covered erection against her raw and swollen core.

Tears sprung into Sarah’s eyes at the abuse but her body still responded despite the pain. She could feel Jareth smile against her lips at her reaction, he was going to enjoy this.

Rough hands quickly rid Sarah of the remains of her ruined nightgown before removing the boots and pants of their owner. Sarah ripped her lips away from the Goblin King’s to let out a straggled cry at the feeling of naked flesh pressing together as he lowered himself back onto her luscious body. Jareth ground his erection against her moist folds, sliding the length along her slit, the head brushing against her swollen clit. He smirked at the thought of his revenge soon reaching completion.

Sarah rocked up against his heat, the pain of her body completely forgotten. “Ohh, Jareth” she moaned, her passion filled eyes beseeching him. He paused his movements and leaned down to capture her mouth with his own. His lips gently caressed Sarah’s in an almost chaste kiss as his tongue delved into mouth and twined around her own. Sarah’s arms wrapped themselves around his neck as she melted into his tough, her hazy mind unable to think beyond the wonder that was his kiss. Jareth moved one hand from beside her head and softly trailed it down her cheek until he could place it gently under her chin. He tilted her face and deepened the kiss, languidly moaning against her soft lips. Sarah mewled under his ministrations and stroked a hand into his feathery blond locks. Jareth slowly pulled back, his eyes sliding open to capture hers and if she were not under his arousal spell, Sarah might have noticed the underlying veil of emotion darkening his gaze. As it was, Jareth quickly blinked it away and returned to her lips, this time making the kiss harsher and more demanding.

Caught by surprise at the sudden change in tactics, Sarah gasped as she felt Jareth’s teeth pull on her bottom lip. The small gesture reignited the fire she had forgotten and she immediately moaned and pulled him closer as her hips rocked up against him, the head of his erection sliding almost into her.

Jareth broke their kiss and pulled his hips away from her. “Ah-ah-ah, Sarah,” he sing-songed, “you can’t be having that just yet.” He moved to nip at her bruised neck, relishing the cries that poured out of her mouth as she tried to decipher the difference between pleasure and pain. She could feel the heat of his body being suspended above her and his mouth sucking on her tender flesh sent shivers racking through her body as she writhed in desperation. Her moans were broken with cries of “please!” and “Jareth!”

The Goblin King chuckled as he pulled away from her, “’Please’ what, Sarah?” His right hand holding him above her, Jareth trailed his left down to her bare breast, flicking his thumb over her raised bud before teasing it between his thumb and forefinger. “‘Please make me yours’? ‘Please fuck my dripping pussy’? ‘Please make me scream you name as my virgin cunt clamps around your hot cock and my body shakes in delicious ecstasy’? Oh no, Sarah, it’s much too soon for any of that.”

Sarah whimpered, his demeaning words causing her pussy to release a new wave to juices as it readied herself for him.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” Jareth asked as her caught the scent of her arousal. “You would you filthy little whore. Look at you,” he sneered, “writhing underneath me and begging for me to slam myself into your dirty cunt until you shake uncontrollably around me. How pathetic.”

And writhing she was, Sarah was rocking her hips against empty air and clawing at Jareth’s back and arms, trying to pull him back to her needy body. Jareth complied, sliding his body down her own much like he had only a few moments ago to bring his face back within reach of her glistening folds. He used one hand to still her as the other parted her lips, letting his tongue slide from the base of her pussy up to flick across her clit. Sarah’s hands reached for Jareth’s head and twined themselves in his hair as moans slid out of her sore throat. The Goblin King traced his tongue around her nub before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it. The teen’s eyes fell closed at the delicious sensation and her hands urged the King closer. Jareth took the fingers holding her open for him and slid them along her slit, lightly teasing until he harshly shoved his middle finger into her. Sarah’s back arched as her eyes flew wide and her jaw dropped. He pumped the finger into her as her cries grew in volume. He twisted the digit inside of her and stroked that spot he knew would make her scream while harshly sucking on her clit. Her body began to shake and her moans had been replaced with erratic gasping and begging whimpers. She was so close, just one more thrust-

Jareth pulled his fingers and mouth from her body, preventing her from reaching completion. Sarah cried out and tried desperately to move her hips towards his face but she could not move under his hold. Jareth forcefully removed her hands from his hair, holding them above her thighs and using them to hold her down as he licked her juices from where they had dripped down her legs. She whimpered pitifully as tears rolled down her cheeks at his denial, his tongue dancing on her skin so close to where she needed it did nothing to help quell the building fire in her abdomen.

Jareth took his time lapping up her essence before he drew himself slowly back up her body to place a kiss on her lips. Sarah lunged at him, forcing her tongue into his mouth and pulling him closer with her teeth. Jareth growled low in his throat and returned the fervor, devouring her lips beneath his own. He thrust his tongue back into her mouth and battled it passionately before breaking off the kiss with a strong nip to her bottom lip.

“Beg for me, Sarah.” he commanded as he reached a hand between them and positioned himself at her entrance, “Beg your King to drive into you.”

“Please,” Sarah whimpered, “oh God, please I need you.” She raised her hips to stroke her lips against the head of his painful erection. “Fuck me Master, please!”

Jareth rammed into her with a shout when she called him Master. He wanted to torture her longer but hearing that from her lips destroyed all of his resolve.

Sarah cried out at the pain as he broke through her hymen but with the pent up arousal and the feel of him filling her, the ball of heat inside of her exploded into orgasm, causing her body to convulse around his thick length and his name to erupt from her lips. Jareth held himself still as he relished in the feel of her muscles clamping down on him and watched as her body quaked beneath him until she finally slumped against the sweat soaked sheets.

Sarah was still gasping for breath and lying in the afterglow of her orgasm when Jareth slung her leg over his shoulder and pulled almost fully out of her before slamming himself back into the hilt. He set a languid pace and soon the soreness of her body melted into soothing warmth. Once Jareth saw that she was caught up with the pace he shifted so that he was kneeling between her legs with her lower body inclined toward him.

Sarah gasped at the new angle and was soon moaning and rocking against the Goblin King’s hips. Jareth reveled in the feel of her tight virgin pussy, shoving his way in each time and relishing the resistance he met with each thrust.

“Sarah,” he ground out, picking up his pace, “tell me how it feels to be raped by your King, tell me how much you love feeling my dick inside of your hot. Wet. Heat.” He emphasized the last three words with a deep thrust, driving all the way to her cervix.

Sarah moaned, her walls clenching in arousal around him. “Oooh, so good. Ah! Yesss. Oh, Master, please! Please, Master, give me more!”

Jareth growled and threw her other leg over his should as he fell toward her, bracing himself up by a fist on either side of her head as he began to hammer into her.

Sarah let out a yell, “AH! Oh God, YES! Oh God, harder, harder Master, Please!”

Jareth brought his panting mouth down to her breast and lavished it with his tongue and teeth until Sarah’s cries became completely incoherent fragments. He couldn’t stand it much longer, but he had to hold out, he had to see this through until the end. He snapped his head away from her chest and brought one hand down between them to grind into her clit. “Sarahhh,” he hissed.

Sarah’s body was wildly bucking against the Goblin King’s above her. Her eyes shut tight with pleasure and she had lost all control over her vocal cords. She was so close to cumming she could feel the fire inside of her licking against her walls, waiting for that last drop to let it erupt into her.

He knew she was close, he could feel her body trying to pull him in deeper and it was driving him over the edge. His thrusts became wild and he pulled back to see her face just as her eyes slid open. Seeing the pleasure and lust and something else in them tossed him over the edge and just as he toppled he waved the spell off of her with a cry of her name.

The removal of the spell heightened Sarah’s awareness of everything around her and she cried out at the feeling of Jareth’s seed shooting into her and filling her, the sensation overwhelming the fire inside of her and leading her to her most intense orgasm that night. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed out Jareth’s name and her body curled up towards him before shaking uncontrollably and falling to the bed where it continued to spasm and clench around his body.

Jareth had never felt anything like spilling himself into Sarah’s body. He continued to thrust into her and her convulsions around him only made his orgasm last longer. He forced his pleasure-closed eyes open to watch her writhe in pleasure because of him. He watched her face glow with emotion as she basked in afterglow, her lips tilting up into a soft smile. Jareth stopped himself from leaning down towards them, his body intent on giving a soft, gentle, caressing kiss. He instead pulled himself out of her and magiced his clothes back onto himself, ignoring the pressure in his chest.

Finally coming down from the heavens, Sarah groaned as she felt Jareth slip out of her, letting her legs fall unceremoniously back onto the bed. The movement made her eyes snap open as she realized what had just happened. She threw herself into a sitting position and quickly regretted it, pain lacing through her body at the action, causing her to wince as a startled cry left her lips. She glared at Jareth, unable to find words to communicate how her heart was breaking at what he had stolen from her, but she refused to cry.

Jareth hid the odd twinge he felt at seeing her accusing gaze; he had no idea what these emotions were, but he did know that they made no sense. He let a smirk slide onto his face as he haughtily threw her own words back into her face: “You have no power over me.” He continued to watch as her expression crumbled before laughing and shifting into his owl form to fly out of her window, waiting to contemplate later why he had the sudden urge to hold and comfort her instead of following through with his plan.

Sarah waited until the Goblin King had disappeared from sight before she let the tears fall. Sobs racked her body as she held herself, trying to keep her broken body together. She cried for the loss of her innocence. She cried for his cruelty. And she cried because deep down, no matter how horrible or cruel his actions were, she knew she wanted it.


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Well now! I've been working on this one for quite awhile. Feel free to review and what not, I'm kinda happy with it but I'm not sure how well it was actually written. So please feel free to tell me how to improve!

The reason that I was able to upload this story when I fail at my WIP is that I can't keep myself to a writing secheduel so it's my new plan to just type up a whole story and THEN post it.

...So that might take awhile.

Also! All error are mine, I have no beta.