One Drunken Night

"I wissshhh -- ha -- I wisshh... I wish the Goblin King would taakhh me away... riiight now..."
A strong wind swept though the open window of Sarah's room, nearly knocking her over. In a whirl of feathers and glitter, Jareth, King of the Goblins, entered her room, arms crossed and looking down at her from above his haughty, upturned nose. He shook his head, smirking at her inebrated state.
"Sarah, Sarah... tut, tut..."
"Whhhaduya want?"
"What do I want?" he raised a brow. "Well, I'd like to go home and run my kingdom, perhaps break into song every once in a while just for kicks. But for now, I'm doing what's in my job description, and taking you back to the Underground."
"Ohhh no youhhh don't! I beee you once! 'Snot fair!"
"Sarah, darling, as much as I wish I could leave you to your own drunken affairs, I'm afraid duty calls. You wished yourself away, and I must abide by the rules."
"I done remember doeeen thhhat!"
Jareth picked up an empty bottle of Bacardi, one of many littering her bedroom floor, and held it close to her face. "Of course you don't - you're drunk, my dear."
She pushed the bottle out of her face and grinned stupidly. "Hehehe... Yurr really hot, but I can't go wit you. You shhould steh here!" She fell onto him, clutching his arms, attempting to pull herself up.
"I'm terribly flattered," he said, rolling his eyes skyward, "But I'm afraid I have a job to do. Now if you don't mind - mph!"
She had clumsily captured his lips with her own, and was cupping his cheek with a slender hand.
"Mmmm..." he moaned quietly in his throat.
She pulled back, l sml smiling like an idiot, "You tassste like... hum... something really good..."
A frown crossed his face. "What? - Oh...right..." He mentally kicked himself for forgetting her mental state. "Now, Sarah," he began, pulling her hand away from his cheek. "Let's not say -or do- anything we'll regret in the morning, eh?"
"No regrets, no regrets!" she protested, shaking her head. "I done regret anything!" She grabbed his face, pulling him down into another sloppy kiss, then smiled up at him. "I done regret that..."
"Sarah..." he said, his tone clearly revealing his annoyance. "Come now, let's just get you to the Underground so you can sleep off your drunken stup-oh!" She was stroking at the bulge in his tights, raking it over with her fingertips. "Ahhhh..." he closed his eyes and sighed at her touch.
"You talk too mushhh, Goblin King..."
"Sarah," he tried again, "I can't, we can't -"
She stroked him harder, licked at his neck, up to his ear. "Shuddup, Jarethhh..."
He backed up slightly, looked at her with raised eyebrows, finally shrugging his shoulders and sighing up at the ceiling, "Fine. You win." Then he came back down, enclosing her mouth with his, snogging her good and hard and proper.
"Mmm..." she moaned into his mouth, raking her hands over his back. She broke away from his kiss, making her own trail of caresses across his jawline. He lifted his chin, allowing her access to his long, slender neck. Her hands fumbled over his shirt, tugging at the loose folds. "Off," she said. He quickly assisted her in its removal, softly shuddering as her nails brushed over his bare skin. He grasped her hands in his, kissed them both, then pulled her toward the bed. He sat down, still holding her hands, and she gazed at him through unfocused, drunken eyes before falling heavily on top of him and kissing him sloppily.
"Wann you sooo bad..." she told him, imploringly.
"Well," he said, "take me then."
"Really?" she attempted to raise her drooping eyelids.
"Why not."
She grinned, tugging at his taut tights; his arousal was becoming more pronounced by the second. She yanked again at his leggings, and finally he reached down and pulled them, and his boots, off himself. She gasped at the enormity of his manhood, then licked her lips provocatively. "You're so... mmm..." she took him halfway into her mouth, sucking him with neither grace nor expertise. His eyes got big, and he moaned loudly.
"S-Sarah... God, Sarah!" he leaned forward, desperately clasping her face in his hands. She looked up at him, doe-eyed, his throbbing cock still halfway in her mouth. "Slow down, love," he panted, and she began to suck more gently. She took some more of him into her mouth, slowly licking him up and down. He closed his eyes, lying back onto the soft pillows, his hands tangling and kneading in her hair as she continued to suck him off.
He moaned and began to thrust against her mouth. "Now - faster," he said, pushing more of himself past her parted lips. She sucked him hungrily, taking him in and out of her mouth in time with his thrusts. "That's it, love! Like that, yes!" he encouraged her. He thrust harder and harder until, finally, he spilled himself into her mouth, moaning deeply as he came. She swallowed, then rested her head against his rising and falling stomach, while he caught his breath. He lifted her chin so that she looked him in the eyes, and he smiled at hpullpulling her up so that she could lay on his chest. She looked into his mismatched eyes, still smiling her stupid intoxicated smile, very obviously proud of herself. He smiled back, chuckling to himself, then pulled her in for a long kiss, in which he laboriously licked away the remaining traces of himself from her lips. He then kissed a wet trail down her neck, and rolled them over so that he straddled her beneath his hips. He reached his hands up underneath her shirt, pulling it over her head, then reached down to unbutton her pants.
"Jareth... you done haff to -"
"Oh no, you little minx," he cut her off, "I'm not going to give you any reason to say that I took advantage of you tonight. You seduced me, and by God, you're going to be as guilty as I am."
Having made his point, he pulled her jeans off, along with her panties and threw them carelessly onto the floor.
"Bud, Jareth..." she whined, "I done expett you to - ah!"
He had pushed one long finger into her opening, drawing it slowly back out so as to tease her hardening clit.
"Yes, dear?"
"Mmm..."
"That's what I thought." He slid another finger in, slowly moving them in a circular motion over her clit. She spread her legs further apart, allowing him easier access. He slid a third finger in, widening her entrance, making her whimper at the intrusion. Then he pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue. He sucked at her clit, nipping and biting her in a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. He allowed her to thrust against him, as he brought her to the edge several times. Finally, he rolled over onto his back, rolling her over so that her back was against his chest. He snaked one arm around her stomach and brought the other so that it could freely stroke at her opening. She leaned her head back to rest in the crook of his neck, reaching an arm around to tug at his blonde locks. He slowly grazed his fingertips over her entrance for a moment, then slammed three fingers into her at once, causier ter to cry out. He thrust in and out of her, in time with her own thrusts which rapidly became quick and frenzied. She found her release, moaning into his ear, and grazing her fingertips over his face. He took her hand, kissing it, and held her there while she caught her breath. After a long while, he magicked them away to the Underground, where they lay upon his own bed.
"Jareth," she said, still tugging gently at his hair.
"Mm."
"Love you..."
"Hm. You might not fthe the same in the morning."
She snorted and smiled up at him, rumpling his already tousled hair. "Done be sssilly, Goblin King..."
He pulled her hand firmly down, and pushed her head down to rest against his neck. "Go to sleep, Sarah."
"Aww... Yer no fffun."
"Shh..."
"Bud, I -"
"Sleep."