Easy Come, Hard to Go

AN:As always I do not own, just wish to posses...*grins*

Chapter 3

*Sarah’s breathing has stabilized quite a lot, to bad she doesn’t know where she is, she would probably begin to convulse* Jareth smiled slightly at the thoughts running through his mind. *She will probably never understand why my actions needed to take place. Why I had to take her, why I know she loves me.* He paused and stole a glance at the softly sleeping beauty. *Why I hope she loves me.*

A discrete knock flooded through the old room. Running through the silence, Jareth’s thoughts were turned towards the shattering noise.

“What is it?” He howled loudly.

“Your highness, m’lord, they are here.”

“Who are here?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The friends, they have just arrived.”

“Ahh yes,” he smiled darkly as Sarah turned over,”I shall be there momentarily.”

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Toby hadn’t slept in three days. His eyes were puffy, now too dry for him to spill anymore tears over his stolen sister. He lay in bed, tossing, turning, whimpering from the images passing through his brain. Not only that, but his father didn’t believe a word he said, no matter how many times Toby told him the story.

Drawing a now old and tattered Lancelot closely to his chest, he slowly drifted off into a deadly slumber. He stole one more glance at his sister’s mini me doll and succumbed to the flowing pictures in his mind.

“Such a pity.” A voice ran out loudly.

“What is?” He heard Sarah’s voice answer him back.

“No one believes your little brother and he is only one who knows the truth.”

A picture flashed in front of his closed eyes of Sarah sitting regally in a peach colored gown. And the almighty Goblin King at her side in black and cerulean blue.

“No matter, I dont wish to return anyway.” Sarah stated shaking her head and laughing coldly.

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Jareth stretched and walked to the bedside. He wanted her so bad, but he knew she would object. He was not a rapist, unless the time called for it. He liked love, but his favorite was harsh, violent, forbidden love.

“Mmm, yes,” he whispered as he pulled Sarah’s hair away from her face. He leaned in and trailed his tongue up the side of her face, tasting the sweat that bound to her body, “forbidden love. The best any mortal man or fae could call for.” He softly pecked her forehead and stood up straight. “Until later, my love.” He turned to leave when he heard a stifled moan.

“Jareth?” a whispered call came from the bed, “Am I really here?”

Jareth smiled to himself. *Such a strong girl. Already almost all the way healed.*

“Hush, you need your rest. And yes, you are really here.”

“Please,” she almost pleaded,”don’t leave me.”

Jareth stood facing the door. He smiled as she pleaded for him to stay. His blood burned as she begged him not to go.

“I have business to attend to. I have no time to stay.” he cruelly replied.

A rush of heat was suddenly behind him. He turned to find Sarah standing behind him in a make shift toga. Her hair all tussled as she stalked towards him.*Dammnit Sarah, why are you the only fucking person in the whole universe that can look so hot when your so drugged?* he thought to himself.

She nuzzled her head into his chest and playfully bit at his collar bone. “Imsamvemdmitmfmormyomu.” she mumbled against his chest.

Jareth’s skin flared as Sarah’s breath creeped along his bare chest. “What was that?” he asked leading her to the bed.

“I saved it. Just for you.” she said getting giddy and smiling.

Jareth laughed on the inside. If she acted this way when she had magic running through her, he couldn’t wait to get her drunk.

“What did you save for me?” he asked.

She lowered head and whispered seductlivly,”My virginity.”

Jareth’s insides lurched. *Take her, now* He wanted to rip off her clothes, pin her to the headboard, and fuck her till she couldn’t walk anymore. *She will never forgive you if you take her now.* Jareth calmed himself down. Not only would he have taken her, but under the influence of magic. *It might be to help her heal, but she might see it as something to make her easier to take advantage of.*

“Thank you Sarah.” he added turning back to her. His heart stopped and he almost came right in his pants. Sarah lay there on the bad staring right into his eyes, one hand clawing the nipple on her left breast, the other gingerly teasing her now very wet core. As she continued. Jareth walked closer to the bed, the erection in his very tight pants almost growling to be let free.

“Sarah,” Jareth called softly, “Stop that at once.”

“Mmm, but it feels so good!” she half moaned half screamed.

“I need to leave...”

“No Jareth, take me please,” she moaned out, bucking her hips against her now pumping hand,”I
can’t wait any longer. I’ve waited so long...”

Jareth forced himself to turn around and head towards the door.

“Jareth...” Sarah whined from the bed.

He never looked back, just opened the door and prayed that his erection would ease before he arrived in his throne room. Slowly he made his way there, thinking of anything unattractive, but all that came was Sarah pleasing herself in front of him.

“Jareth...” she whispered, “Jareth...”

“JARETH!”

Jareth snapped back into reality and found Hoggle staring at him in a questioning manner.

“Evening sire, you called?”

“Yes, I have a surprise for you. For all of you.”