The Lost and The Lonely

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The Lost and the Lonely


Chapter One
The Seduction

Jareth took a deep breath, closed his eyes and stepped into the dream sphere. He had no idea what the little chit would dream about but his plan was to delay her journey so what ever it was he would play along. He heard the music and opened his eyes, it was his ballroom decorated decadently, as it had been several weeks ago when his brother had hosted a masquerade. He was confounded at the sight, how had this human girl dreamed this scene? He looked down at himself and smirked. He did look dashing in his deep blue frock coat, at least the girl had some taste, even if she didn’t show it in her chosen friends.

He looked around for the girl, she was standing in the center of the room oblivious to the others around her. Her eyes were closed and she still had on her aboveground clothing. The edges of the dream were still forming, he quickly changed the music to one of his favorite tunes and began humming softly. He watched, entranced as her clothing slowly morphed into a lovely ball gown. He stepped into the background as her eyes began to flutter open. He watched as she spun around and took the illusion in.

She was fascinating, her body slowly started moving with the melody. He moved around the edges of the crowd letting her catch glimpses of him only. When he moved in to speak to her the illusionary guests stepped in between them again. So, she was still in control of the dream! He smirked, it was a game of cat and mouse she wanted. How lovely! It was rare that anyone grabbed his attention the way this mortal girl had. He started singing and began to dance the chase.

Desire coursed through him as he watched her. How young this mortal looked, how innocent. And yet to make it this far through his labyrinth, she must be older than she looked. No small slip of a girl could possibly best his maze. He stood there and argued with himself. He wanted this girl, just the fact that he could think of her as a girl meant that he should not want her. She was too young to even know what he was wanting from her, yet she was old enough to make him desire it. He wanted to touch that silken flesh. Wanted to be the first to taste those rosy lips. He wanted. By the Underground, he wanted to own her! The baby be damned he wanted the girl!

When the illusion started to take on a more sinister look he noticed her fear, finally he stepped in. It would not do for her fear to break the illusion now. He had not delayed her enough. Time would move differently her in the dream, it could be days here and only minutes would have actually passed. He stepped up to her and took her in his arms. As they danced he noticed her eyes straying to his mouth as he sang. Innocent she might be but she wanted him all the same. Never having been one to control his baser instincts he leaned in to take her lips. His eyes never left hers but as he was about to taste her, he saw fear swirl into that liquid jade gaze. He cursed himself and drew back.

Sarah ripped herself from his arms, her breathing ragged. What had she almost done? She felt as if she knew this man, had been looking for him and yet she was afraid of him. Was it him? Really, was she afraid of him or of the strange warmth that flooded her at his nearness? The other dancers started crowding her, leering at her. She had to get away. She tried to make her way to the edge of the dancing but the more she pushed through them the larger the room seemed. She stumbled and almost fell but he was there, sweeping her up in his arms, keeping the other dancers back with just a glance.

He put her down and moved behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, their hands clasped together.

“Sarah, let me take you out of here. Somewhere with less people. Somewhere we can be alone, Sarah,” he whispered against her neck.

The way he spoke her name sent shivers along her spine. She nodded and gasped shallowly as his breath ghosted across her skin. She could feel him smile against her.

“Close your eyes love,” whispered against skin already sensitized. She closed her eyes and the world fell away.

*

When Jareth opened his eyes he was slightly disappointed, he had hoped she would envision a bedroom as she was still in control of this dream. Though she didn’t know she was in control, so he couldn’t be too upset at the scene now before them. It was the aboveground park where he had first noticed her. There was a blanket and several small pillows scattered about, next to the pond. He breathed in her scent before speaking, it was a sweet scent, she smelled of flowers and sunlight. He could taste the light and magic in the air around her. Magic he had given her, yes, but she had taken it and made it her own, it was uniquely hers now and even had he wanted to take it back he wouldn’t be able to, so much had she changed it.

“Is this what you wanted, Sweet Sarah?” he asked as he shifted slightly to the right. He wanted to see her face as her eyes fluttered open. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to wet her lips but she did not speak.

He pulled her dark hair to the side, exposing her neck. He shifted back behind her, thankful for the full skirt on the dress that would hide his growing excitement.

“This is your dream Sarah. You only have to tell me what you want and I will see it done. What do you want Sarah? What do you desire?” he let his words flow over the small hairs on the back of her neck and watched as she shivered at the effect.

His hands were again on her hips. She couldn’t think. What did she want. She tried to take a deep breath and regain her equilibrium but the corset of the dress made it difficult. She was suddenly aware of how her breasts must look. Pushed up and exposed. She felt the heat from his hands making small circles against the small of her back. No she couldn’t think like this.

He smirked behind her as he watched her struggle for breath. It was perfect.

“Perhaps, it would be best to remove this confining dress. In our new surroundings we are distinctly out of place. Here let me help you with the laces,” he didn’t raise his head as he trailed one hand up her back.

One hook at the top and a row of small pearl buttons, beautiful dress really. He smirked as he trailed one finger back down her back and let his magic undo the tedious things. He brought both hands up to her shoulders and lightly ran them down her arms to let the dress fall to their feet. He inhaled raggedly as he took in the sight before him.

White button shoes, white stockings pulled to just above her knees, lacey white above ground panties and a white corset. It seemed while she could dream the ball gown she preferred her own under pants. She was so lovely she took his breath away. He stepped back slightly as his manhood began to throb, if he wasn’t careful he would give the game away to early. He leaned in slightly to whisper in her ear again.

“There you are love. Isn’t that better?”

She hadn’t moved or spoken other than to open her eyes but he wasn’t worried. She was in control of this dream even if she didn’t know it. He took a glance around the small clearing and noticed that the rosy dusk had turned into night, but it was a clear night with stars shining and a soft glowing moon. If he was frightening her the night would have been cold with storm clouds gathering. She had cast him in the role of seducer, it was a part he was more that willing to play.

He watched for the tale tell signs as he ran his gloved hands over her shoulders and down her back. He settled them just to the front of her hips. His fingers splayed apart as his thumbs rubbed circles along her back. He watched as she swallowed and caught her breath. He peppered her neck and shoulders with small breathy kisses and let his thumb rub just at the bottom of the corset. He moved his mouth up behind her ear and whispered again.

“Maybe it wasn’t the dress after all, hmm. This corset is awfully tight. Maybe I should loosen it a bit.”

Sarah was in a dream world. She couldn’t breath, every breath tasted of him. His smell filled her head, every breath he took sent shivers down her spine. She didn’t know what he was doing to her but she felt liquid inside. A warm tingle started between her legs. She wanted to stretch her muscles and she wanted to clench her thighs together. As his hands slid up her back she felt the tight corset loosening she tightened the muscles in her legs. The shifting closed her legs tightly, she gasped as the tingle became fire between her legs. She repeated the motion and gasped again. Her panties grew wet, she whimpered and just managed to still her hands as the need to touch herself grew.

Jareth smirked again at the small sound. The corset finally undone, he moved his hands around to catch it as it fell. Her hands moved up to cover her small breasts, but he let his eyes take their fill while he could.

“Oh dear, look at what that awful thing has done to you. You need to get the blood circulating again.”

He moved his hands up to cover hers, noticing the small movements her legs were making.

She thought to tell him to stop, he shouldn’t be touching her this way but he was being so helpful. Her breasts really did ache after being confined in that horrid corset.

He bit the inside of his lips, it wouldn’t do to laugh at her innocents. He threaded his fingers through hers and kneaded her breasts slightly. His own breath became ragged as he fell into his own seduction.

“That’s it love. Just rub them a little.”

His voice, husky and throaty, it made her knees week, it made her want to do whatever he asked. Her head felt full, she heard a small moan and realized that it came from her. Her breathing was ragged, she was trembling. Dear Lord, what was he doing to her?

Their hands moved together for a moment until he pulled her nipple just a little with his finger tips. Her hands stilled and he felt her tremble in his arms. She swayed back against him and her head dropped to the side. His mouth continued its exploration of the side of her neck but his eyes never wavered. He was entranced with the soft breasts with the small dusky tips. She moaned as he gently plucked and rolled them. Her hands moved back up from her sides to cover his.

“Yes love, that’s right. Isn’t that better,” he could hear that his own voice was shaky at best. He had better hurry this along a bit unless he wanted to explode in his breeches.

To his everlasting joy she continued to massage and pull at her breasts as he slid one hand down her soft flat stomach. He felt her muscles flutter against his silk gloves as he positioned his hand just over the apex of her thighs. His fingers touching bare centimeters away from that small center of pleasure he was aching to touch.

“Do you ache love? Do you need me to touch you? Is this what you want?” He put the smallest amount of pressure in his fingers. Knowing that with the tightening of her thighs and the pressure of his fingers, he was manipulating that small bundle of nerves with each breath she took. He felt her knees weakening as she swayed against him again.

“You must tell me love. You must say the words. Do you want me to touch you,” he let his fingers ghost down between her legs, sliding one finger softly across the wet lace, “here.” Both hands moving with her pulse, just as his breathing kept time with hers. She had no chance against him, he was a master at seduction.

Sarah nodded her head, yes please, she needed his touch. She knew what they were doing was wrong, but she couldn’t think of why. It felt so good and so right. She might be young, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew what he was asking, knew what she was committing herself to. She felt that magic touch between her legs again, the pressure so light as to almost drive her insane with the need to move.

“You must say it Sarah. Give yourself over to the feeling. Want. Desire. Need.” he felt her quickly indrawn breath at the word. “Is this what you need Sarah?” his fingers skimmed her most sacred of places again. “All you have to do is say the words. Tell me what you want and I will do it.”

“yes”

He almost missed the whispered word, if not for his heightened hearing he would have. He rubbed his pulsing manhood against her for the first time.

“What was that love?”

She felt his hardness rub against her and swallowed hard, is this what she really wanted? Did she really want to have sex with this man? She couldn’t even remember his name, and she was contemplating having sex with him. His fingers rolled the tip of her breast again and sent those delicious shivers down to the fingers that were playing outside of her panties. She felt another rush of warmth flooding her. She felt swollen and taunt and stretched all at the same time. She didn’t know exactly what it was she needed but she knew that he could give it too her. She took a deep breath and pushed her sex into his hand.

“Yes. Please t-touch me,” she had meant to sound very sure of herself, but her voice broke as one of his fingers slid into the side of her panties. Her legs gave way as his gloved hand fully cupped her.

“Let’s move this to the blanket then love,” Jareth swept her up in his arms and made his way quickly to the blanket. He laid her down gently and swiftly removed the scrap of lace that hid the last of her from his sight. He stared down at her perfection for a moment before moving to lay at her side. He didn’t want to give up any advantage he might have by giving her time to look at him and remember. He buried his face against her neck and continued raining small open mouthed kisses along her shoulder.

Sarah gave herself over to the world of pure pleasure and sensation. She was floating in the haze he had created. There was no one spot she could concentrate on. His mouth had moved to her breast while his hand stroked the soft folds of her womanhood. She felt the tip of one of his fingers enter her and she moaned. Never in her life had she thought something could feel like this. She couldn’t help the small movements her hips were making as she rode the wave of sensation. Her breathing quickened as she felt the heat building low in her center.

Jareth couldn’t believe how responsive she was. If not for the fact that he had felt the barrier inside her when his fingers probed her he would think she had done this before. She was so uninhibited in her responses only knowing that there was pleasure to be had. Not old enough or experienced enough to have any hang ups about expressing herself. The sight was so erotic that even Jareth in his jaded cynical outlook had to stop in awe of her.

“Yes love, that’s right. Give in to it. Give in to me,” he whispered against her skin as he moved his mouth lower. Wanting, needing to taste of her.

As his mouth left a hot trail of tingles down her belly her hands moved back to her own breasts, taking over where he had left off. She found that if she rolled the tips as she pulled the feeling shot straight down between her legs. Her legs fell apart as he shifted between them. His tongue lapping at her belly button causing her to exhale loudly and a full body shudder. The soft velvet of his over coat was rough against the inside of her thigh. He still had on too many cloths, she thought. How was he going to do this with all of his cloths on?

Jareth chuckled as he felt his cloths disappear, leaving him only with his white silk gloves and his soft black breeches. Little minx, he thought, if her control of the dreamscape had ever been in doubt, it certainly no longer was. He dropped kisses around her hips as he slipped another finger into her tight opening. He would need to stretch her so that when he finally took her, she would feel no pain. He slowly put pressure against the barrier inside her and felt it give just a little. He nipped his teeth on her thigh to distract her from the discomfort the tearing of her virginity. He almost froze as she stiffened, but he refused to give up so easily.

Sarah tensed at the small sting. What had he done? Then a moment later it was forgotten as his mouth engulfed her with its heat. His mouth and his fingers were both working together, pushing and pulling that amazing sensation deep inside her soul. She cried out with the intensity of it all. Her hands stilled on her chest, she reached out beside her and grasped on to the blanket. Her head rolled from side to side. It was too much, too intense, she bucked up against his fingers and felt them slide deeper inside her.

“Please, please,” she begged over and over.

Jareth groaned as the small girl beneath him started writhing. He lifted his mouth from the glorious taste of her. He stilled all movement but the slow in and out motion of his fingers. Not allowing any other touch, just deep sliding in and almost all the way out again. He gathered his ragged breathing and spoke softly against her mound.

“What is it love? Do you want me to stop?” As he slid his gloved fingers in this time he slid back up beside her. “Sarah, what is it that you want?” He groaned into her ear.

“I don’t know, something. More? Please, please,” she begged again.

Jareth moaned and stretched her opening a bit further, need overcoming good sense. When she didn’t object to the move he added a third finger and slowly let her adjust to the feeling of ’more’.

“Oh Sarah, let me make love to you. Give in to me and I will be your slave,” Jareth begged.

“Yes, please. Make love to me,” she cried brazenly.

He groaned, his erection was freed from its confinement as his breeches disappeared. He positioned himself against her hoping he had stretched her enough, he caught her mouth with his in their first kiss as he slowly entered her tight channel. He swallowed the whimper that escaped her as he inched his way in.

“The pain will pass love, just give it a moment,” he whispered. So tight! By the Old Ones had there ever been anything that felt this good?!

Sarah was startled as the pressure within her increased, she felt full and yet so empty. She slid her hands up to touch his waist, his hips, urging him to move, to do something, anything to relieve this unrelenting ache deep inside her. Once she started touching him she couldn’t stop. His skin felt like silk over steel. He was thin but muscled, so controlled yet fluidly graceful. Even now in what she knew was thought of as a base act he was graceful and giving. She knew he had made sure this act would be as painless as possible, she felt the need to give in return.

She moved her hips to match him thrust for thrust, giving in completely. She knew she was acting wanton but she just knew there was something she was looking for, the pressure kept building and finally broke as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over her. She saw the stars, felt as if she could reach out and touch them but as she tried they moved and the need built again. She wrapped her legs around him and let him move the stars for her.

Once he was sure the pain had passed he lost himself in her. His seduction was complete, her boldness as she started to touch him in return spurned him on. They made love together, it was a heady sensation for him, to have a lover that was as giving and selfless as Sarah. For every stroke, every caress, every time he touched her, there was a return, a giving. This mortal woman gave her self over to him completely and he was lost.

He felt his innate magic flair and throb through him. Such was the way of the Fae when giving them selves completely to their partners. He had never done this and for a moment he was glad Sarah was a mortal that she didn’t know what was happening. Then he felt an answering magic and he remembered the magic he had given her. It was hers now, and could never be taken from her, but here was enough of him left in it that the sensation of the two meshing magical aura’s was like skydiving and landing softly in a hot tub. They both screamed their release as the wave of magic consumed them.

Jareth stilled as he emptied himself into her. He buried his face in her hair and just breathed her in. He had not expected to be as effected by this experience as he was. His only intention had been to give her the dream, delay her for a while. Now that it was over he regretted ever starting the seduction. He could have controlled the ballroom more. Taken away her fear, changed it to a more decorous ball, but no he had to play the seducer. Damn her, what had she done to him. Even now, moments after completion he wanted her again.

He rolled over to her side, dismayed when she followed him. Little tart. They were both still breathing hard, he closed his eyes, not wanting to see how beautiful she looked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. With his eyes closed he could feel the fine tremors still wracking her body. For all of his regret and his cynicism, he had brought this on himself and to her. He could not in good conscience not sooth his new lover. He ran his hand along her side and down her back as her breathing slowed and he felt her slip into a light sleep.

He waited a few minutes to make sure she was really asleep before standing and producing a crystal with a wave of his wrist. As he released the small ball it shattered in a burst of glitter falling over her. He felt better once she was again clothed in her above ground clothing. He paced back and forth as her feet. This would all be a dream to her, that peach would make sure that she would barely even remember it. That was good, maybe she wouldn’t remember any of it. Yes, that would be good, he should let her out of this illusion though, if she woke up here it would be harder to pass it off as all just a dream. With another wave of his hand the dreamscape burst and he was back in his castle.

His throne room was full of drunk goblins again, it was the only room in the castle he allowed them in. Normally they did not bother him, but now after having just been intimate with Sarah they made his skin crawl just watching them. He snarled and kicked a few out of his way as he swept out of the room. On his way down the hall he produced another crystal. He watched as Sarah fell into the junk heap and spoke to Agnes the junk lady. He made sure she didn’t remember anything, then in a fit of pique he threw the crystal down. He made his way to his bedchamber and flung himself down on his massive bed. He didn’t care that he wasn’t making any sense, he had wanted her to forget, yes but.. how dare the chit not remember the best sex of his life!

Tbc…