The Offer

Author's Note: This is my first try at a Labyrinth fic. I've been wanting to one for a while. I'm considering a sequel if I get a good response for this. If you read, PLEASE REVIEW!

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THE OFFER

“I can give you your heart’s desire,” he said silkily, offering her the small crystal ball.

“How do you know what my heart’s desire is?” she said uncertainly, fighting the urge to reach out and take the crystal from his hand.

“My dearest Sarah,” Jareth, the Goblin King, stepped even closer to her and murmured in her ear, “you forget that I have been watching you your whole life. I have watched you grow and mature into a young woman. I have observed you secretly when you thought you were alone, exploring your newly awakened body…”

Sarah jerked away from him, her face flushed with embarrassment. “You had no right to spy on me that way!” she hissed.

“Not spying, my dear,” Jareth purred, “admiring. You have a very beautiful body. I want to teach you to enjoy your body the way it was meant to be enjoyed.”

“You’re just trying to distract me,” she accused, turning away from him.

He stroked her shoulder with his gloved fingertips, the first time he had ever touched her. “I simply wish to give you a glimpse of what it is I am offering you. The time will stop while I show you. He waved his hand at the large 13-hour clock and it immediately stopped.

She turned, a questing look on her face. “You mean…you would show me…that…and let me make my decision after that? No expectations or obligations?”

“You have my word,” he murmured, his grey eyes looking into hers intently, “and my word is not something I give lightly.” To her surprise, he removed the glove from his right hand and extended it to her. She hesitated a moment, mesmerized by the lily-white skin, before reaching for it. She stared at their joined hands as they sealed their bargain, missing the gleam of triumph in his eyes.

“So,” she said, reluctantly withdrawing her hand and forcing her eyes back to his face, “where do we go from here?”

“One would generally start with a kiss.” Jareth removed the glove from his left hand and tossed both gloves aside, moving forward to close the gap between them. He touched her chin gently, raising her face up to his. He pressed his lips to hers firmly, sliding his arm around her waist and pulling her into his body.

Sarah trembled in his arms. She had been imagining her first kiss as long as she could remember, but this was like nothing she had pictured in her childish daydreams. She could feel every inch of his body pressing against her body. The world around her melted away and life existed only in their two bodies. All thoughts of rescuing her brother flew from her mind.

After a moment, Jareth pulled back and smiled at her. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she admitted shyly.

“This time,” he instructed, “I want you to put your arms around my neck.” She complied timidly, enjoying the feeling of his soft hair on the backs of her hands. He kissed her again, this time slipping his tongue into her mouth. She responded immediately, mimicking the movements of his tongue with her own.

He moved his hands to her hair, twining the thick locks around his fingers. The sensation of his gentle fingers in her hair was so relaxing, she melted into him, clutching at his shoulders to keep her knees from buckling under her.

Jareth broke the kiss and looked down at her with fire in his eyes. She stood before him almost in a trance, her eyes heavy. Her breath came quickly from between her parted lips. Despite her dirt-smudged jeans and mussed hair, Jareth believed her to be the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and he had waited far too long to have her.

Without a word, he lifted her into his arms and strode out of the throne room. The corridors were deserted and Sarah soon lost track of where they were as they followed a twisting path, finally stopping before a large set of iron doors. Sarah was wondering how he would be able to open the doors without putting her down when the doors swung open silently. She peeked around the edge of the door, expecting to see a goblin or other servant pushing open the door, but the dim space beyond was empty.

Jareth walked into the room, moving confidently to a large bed Sarah could hardly see in the dim light. Laying her gently on the soft featherbed, he extended both his hands toward the ceiling. A soft glow illuminated the room and Sarah could see that the source of light was an ornate pewter chandelier suspended in the center of the room.

He watched her carefully as she examined her surroundings. He felt a twinge of nervous worry that she would disapprove of his chambers, but quickly chided himself for his weakness. What did he care of her opinion? He was there for one purpose and one purpose alone – to take what he wanted, as he had always done. And what he wanted now was her.

Sarah peered around her, unaware of the conflict within the mind of the Goblin King. She was amazed at the bareness of his chambers, though she shouldn’t have been after seeing his austere throne room. The only piece of furniture in the large room was the bed. The draperies and sheets were dove-gray silk and the coverlet was of matching velvet. Built into the wall nearest the bed was a fireplace taller than she was, to ward off the chill that lingered in a stone castle.

Looking back at Jareth, Sarah was suddenly struck by the fact that she was laying on the bed of a man who was nearly a stranger to her, and who was intent on doing God-knows-what to her body. She began to tremble involuntarily and sat up, scooting backward on the bed, away from him.

Jareth saw her fear and, to his surprise, felt compassion for her. “Sarah,” he said gently, “you have nothing to fear from me. I would never harm you in any way. I wish only to give you pleasure.”

For some reason she couldn’t explain, his words calmed her fears and she allowed him to draw close and sit next to her on the bed. He slid one hand around the back of her neck and pulled her head to his. Her body relaxed as his tongue met hers. He stretched out on the bed, pulling her down with him gently.

She felt his hands move to her blouse, unbuttoning it and sliding it over her shoulders. She wore no bra and he slid his hand over her budding breasts. Her nipples hardened and her breathing quickened. “Jareth,” she breathed against his lips.

Jareth froze. She had never before said his name and the effect was like lightning. He stared at her for a moment, drinking her in, and lowered his head to her right breast. She gasped as he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it. She buried her hands in his hair, mussing it slightly. She liked it that way. It made him seem almost, well, human.

Sitting up slightly, she pulled her blouse off the rest of the way. Jareth smiled and bent his head to kiss her bare shoulder. He moved down her body, pressing a kiss every inch or so until he reached the waistband of her jeans. As he reached to unbutton them, Sarah kicked off her sneakers. The thump as the first one hit the floor made her jump. Jareth chuckled and unbuttoned her jeans. He slid them over her hips and down her legs. Her socks and panties quickly followed, tossed onto the floor beside the bed, and she lay nude before him, unashamed of her perfect young body, just beginning to flesh out into the curves of womanhood.

“I want to see you,” said Sarah timidly, hoping not to offend him, but longing to see if his body was as beautiful as his face. She was relieved when he stood and began undressing without hesitation. She couldn’t help but stare, amazed, as his body was revealed. His skin was so pale, it almost seemed to shimmer in the dim light. She realized that he had no body hair whatsoever and she moved her hands to cover the thatch of dark curls between her thighs.

Jareth reached out and moved her hands away, stroking her belly gently. “Do not be ashamed of your body,” he murmured, “you are beautiful.” Sarah flushed, simultaneously embarrassed and pleased.

He slid back onto the bed, stretching out beside her and drawing her into his arms. She expected his skin to be cool, but it was warm and soft. His body was muscular, but not overly so, making her feel protected instead of oppressed as he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her tight against him.

Jareth kissed her, running his hands down her back to cup her ass. She gripped his shoulders tightly, returning his kiss, but making no move to caress him. “Sarah,” he said after a few moments, “I want to teach you – to show you how to give and receive pleasure.”

Sarah nodded uncertainly. She wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but for some strange reason, she trusted him. He had had multiple opportunities to harm her and he had never done so. She had the odd feeling that he was telling the truth when he said that he wished to give her her heart’s desire. He was such a contradiction – he conveyed a genuine desire for her happiness and success, while simultaneously throwing obstacle after obstacle in her path. Not to mention stealing her baby brother and placing her in this silly Labyrinth in the first place!

Sarah shook her head, dismissing the troublesome thoughts from her mind. She was determined to take advantage of this opportunity – somehow she know, though she had no idea how, that she herself was his only weakness and only she could bring about his downfall.

“I want to learn,” she said, fighting to keep her voice from shaking.

He slid down her body and positioned himself between her legs, drawing them over his shoulders. With his thumbs, he spread her plump labia, baring her virgin pussy to his admiring gaze. He pressed a single kiss to her clit, chuckling as she jumped and gasped at the sensation. He began to stroke her with his tongue, running the tip up and down from her clit to her vagina. Sarah’s breath quickened and she instinctively began stroking her own breasts and thighs. Jareth sucked her clit gently, making her cry out in pleasure. He slid one finger into her and flicked it upward, hitting her G-spot with perfect aim.

“Jareth!” she cried as her body stiffened and shuddered. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

He waited for her orgasm to subside before removing his mouth and withdrawing his finger. Moving to lay beside her again, he leaned his head on his hand and watched her until her breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes.

“What was that?” she asked, her brown eyes wide.

“Is that what you wanted?” he said coolly, seemingly unconcerned by her flustered reaction.

“Well, sort of,” she said. He raised one eyebrow and she rushed to continue, “Not that it wasn’t nice! It just seems like there should be more.”

“Our lesson has not yet concluded, my dear,” he replied, smiling slightly, “you will now reciprocate my loving ministrations.”

Sarah was shocked, though she knew she shouldn’t have been and chided herself for being so. She immediately decided to behave as though she were entirely confident in herself, no matter how she felt inside. She nodded curtly and scooted herself down to the level of his pelvis, finally allowing herself to examine that from which she had heretofore averted her gaze. It looked fairly non-threatening – a soft appendage about five inches long, accompanied by a smallish, wrinkled pouch.

“What do I do?” she asked.

“There are many ways to pleasure a man in this way,” Jareth explained, “you may kiss it, stroke it with your fingertips, take it gently into your mouth and suckle upon it. Just explore.”

Sarah nodded and lowered her eyes to his penis. She took it in her hand and began stroking it gently. In a burst of nerve, she dipped her head and took it in her mouth, sucking on it slightly. It soon outgrew her mouth and hand, burgeoning to a length of eight inches and too thick for her hand to wrap around. The bright red tip had emerged from its sheath and Sarah paused a moment to admire it – a rare flash of color on the pale body before her.

Sarah continued to lick and suck at Jareth’s dick. A milky drop of liquid appeared at the tip and she licked it off, surprised by the unusual taste. That simple action almost proved to be Jareth’s undoing and he gripped a handful of her hair, gently tugging her head away from his dick.

“Now,” he murmured, pressing his lips against her neck, “I will give you what you have been longing for.” He lay her back on the soft mattress, lowering his mouth to her breasts. “You have felt so empty.” He moved his body to cover hers. “So lonely.” The tip of his cock touched the opening of her pussy. He buried his face in her hair, his breath tickling her ear. “You are not alone,” he whispered and drove himself into her.

She cried out in pain, clutching his shoulders, but the pain passed as quickly as it had come. He began moving inside her slowly. Sarah caught her breath, shocked at the growing sensations in her body.

“Don’t be afraid,” Jareth said. That encouragement was all that Sarah needed to dismiss the last of her inhibitions. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began moving her hips to meet his gentle thrusts.

“I want more!” she panted desperately.

Jareth raised one eyebrow and smiled slightly. Taking her hands, he drew them above her head, imprisoning both her wrists in one of his powerful hands. With the other, he lifted her right leg and pressed her knee into her breast, tilting her pelvis so that the head of his penis pressed into her G-spot. She gasped and trembled. “Are you sure you’re ready for more?” he smirked. She nodded quickly.

He began fucking her hard, hitting her G-spot with every thrust. Sarah cried out helplessly, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. “Jareth,” she groaned, “don’t stop!” He raised her left leg and continued fucking her roughly. Her cries grew louder as she neared her climax and she clawed his back wildly. As he felt her orgasm, Jareth allowed himself his release, spilling his seed into her willing – if unknowing – body.

They lay together, sweaty and panting, for some time afterward. Sarah dozed slightly. When she awoke, Jareth was not beside her. She sat up, startled, and looked around in alarm. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him standing beside the bed, clothed, once more the regal Goblin King.

Reaching out, Jareth touched the wall. A door slid open, revealing a dark passage. “This passage leads to the courtyard where your friends wait. You have one hour left to save your brother. Make your choice.” With that, he strode from the room, casting not another glance at Sarah, who sat in the wide bed, clutching the coverlet to her naked bosom.