Queen for a Night

Sara woke up to the softness of silk. Radiant tapestries of great battles and enticing lovers decorated her chamber. Sitting up in the ivory canopy bed, she detected there were no clothes on her body. Rushing to the velvet robe that lay on a plush burgundy chair, Sara managed to tie it on just before someone entered.

“Your Highness, your bath is ready.” The female servant had the delicate features of an elf and blue hair was so vivid that Sara was curious to know how the color was real.

“Your Highness?” Sara repeated, stunned. Where was she? Last night there had been a party for a co-worker. Sara had gotten tipsy and had to call a cab to take her home. She’d passed out thinking she was going to have a hell of a hangover, not a hallucination.

“Yes—you are Queen Sara, ruler of the Labyrinth. Do I offend you by addressing you as Your Highness? I beg forgiveness.” Aline, the servant bowed.

“Wait, get up. Explain to me how I am ruler of the Labyrinth.” In her shock, Sara almost fell into a chair. Something was wrong. She hadn’t thought about the Labyrinth or Jareth for almost a decade. It was a story she’d made up, an adventure she’d invented to kill time while babysitting. There was no such thing as a living maze. No man could be as beautiful as Jareth. Impossible.

Right?

“When you defeated the Goblin King you were given powers, transcending your human form to become our Queen. You have ruled for ten mortal years,” Aline explained. She knew the Queen never grew tired of hearing tales of her own greatness.

“No, I went home. I grew up, went to college. I—” Sara stopped when she saw the confused expression on Aline’s face. The poor girl didn’t know how to respond.

“Your Highness, I do not know what a college is,” Aline confessed. Perhaps the Queen was still tired. Her Majesty had been sleeping for days after the opulent feast she’d thrown in celebration of the anniversary of her rule.

“Never mind. Didn’t you say something about a bath? That sounds like a good idea.” Sara followed the girl a short distance to another room, where there was a large marble tub held up by golden tiger paws. Beside the tub three servants stood holding large silver trays filled with soaps, perfumes, bath salts, and washcloths. Sara noticed that no one was leaving. They all were apparently used to seeing her in the nude.

“Please leave,” Sara ordered. The servants appeared devastated; still, they laid the trays on the floor and bowed as they left. Sara undid her robe and entering the bath. With the water at the perfect temperature, she immediately relaxed. Sighing in contentment, she began to think.

Queen Sara? This must be a dream—a much needed break from reality. Her life was nothing like she wanted it to be. After graduating college with a degree in theater arts, Sara couldn’t find acting jobs anywhere. Not discouraged, she took few online courses and became a paralegal as a way to pay the bills. Somehow that job became full-time, with the economy in a shambles everyone told her she was lucky to have work. Before Sara knew it she was stuck, twenty-five years old, with a monotonous job, friends who bored her, and a family she hardly spoke to. Even Toby was too busy with his adolescent friends to take the weekly calls from his big sister. It could be why her mind had reverted back to a childhood fantasy. This dream could be a continuation of the one she’d had when she was fifteen. If that was true, where were Hoggle and her other friends?

Where was Jareth?

“I’m done now. Bring me some clothes,” she shouted. Almost instantly the servants reappeared, carrying several dresses and jewels for her to choose from. Sara pointed to a silver gown, the girls nodded and wrapped the dress around her, almost like the robe she’d had on earlier. A mirror was brought for her to inspect her appearance. She smiled at the sight of herself in the low-cut bodice; tiny sapphires were sewn into the edges of her wide sleeves, and the light material gave the dress the appearance of being translucent. She also chose a teardrop diamond necklace to accompany the dress. Sara felt beautiful, powerful, and for the first time in ten years, alive.

“Wait—what about underwear?” Sara was shocked she hadn’t thought of it before.

“Your Highness has stated that she prefers to be without undergarments.” Aline threw a warning look to the other servants.

“Yes, Your Highness never wears them,” they repeated obediently. The Queen was acting very strangely. Well, no matter, after playing her favorite game in court, all would be well again.

“I would like some breakfast now,” Sara stated, taking one last look in the mirror. I guess I must like easy-access clothes, she thought.

“Of course. I will tell the court to wait for your arrival.” Aline turned to leave.

“Court? What are you talking about?” Sara questioned.

“Every morning you hold court and then have your breakfast,” the servant told her.

“If that’s what I do every morning, then let’s go to court.” Sara gave up. If this was a dream, then she would see it through. What was the worst that could happen? Once again she followed Aline, this time down seemingly endless corridors. Every few paces there stood sold bronze statues of handsome guards holding swords. At least she thought they were statues, until two of them moved to open the double doors that led into the Great Hall.

Sara eyes were almost blinded by the splendor before her. It took her back to the time when Jareth had tried to seduce her. Fantastic creatures were everywhere, all inhuman and all beyond compare. The Great Hall itself seemed to be entirely made of crystal, reflecting both the light and her own image as she entered.

“All hail Her Majesty,” the statue-guard announced. The crowd parted and everyone bowed when Sara walked up to her crystal and gold throne. Taking a deep breath, she sat down and surveyed the sight before her. A girl could get used to this.

“Rise. What is the first order of business?” Sara asked a male guard beside her.

“You call for the arrival of Jareth, as you do every morning,” he said.

“Jareth is here? Bring him in,” Sara commanded. This was getting to be fun. She wondered how the Goblin King was faring in her dream world.

“The slave may enter,” the guard intoned. Slave? What was that all about? Sara was about ask when the doors opened. Eight goblins entered, each one grunting as they pulled on a thick rope that was connected to a…bed on wheels? The large contraption was wheeled towards her.

“This makes no sense. Why is Jareth….” Sara trailed off. The sight of a naked Goblin King caused any words she might have uttered to die unspoken.

The massive bed was brought to the center of the court. Jareth was on his back, chains on his wrists and ankles. His magnificent form was on display for all to see. Every inch of skin, every curve of defined muscle, the way his mismatched eye glittered with rage. Many among the crowd commented freely and with lust about his large member, others even pointed. This led him to give a fierce growl, which echoed across the hall. Some stepped back, slave or not, Jareth was still fearsome. There were many who remembered when he had been the Goblin King and the games he would play.

“Each morning you prove to the court that the once-Goblin King desires you above all others,” the guard whispered to Sara, who was staring at Jareth. The last time they’d met he had kidnapped her brother and wanted to control Sara and have her submit to him in every way.

Funny how things turned out.

“How do—how do I prove that?” Sara was still entranced by the sight of Jareth’s body. Her heart was racing with possibilities. Oh, this was a wonderful dream.

“You ride him, Your Majesty, in front of the entire court. Taking your pleasure but denying him his.” It was a few minutes before Sara understood the full meaning of his words. Should she do it? Having lost her virginity at seventeen, Sara considered herself to have a healthy sexual appetite, but something like this was completely out of character for her. However, this was a dream she wasn’t really embarrassing herself. No one would get hurt.

Right?

Taking a deep breath, Sara glided down the steps of the dais to the bed where Jareth lay. It was now or never. She shook off her inhibitions—and her gown. The only decoration that remained was the necklace that lay shining between her breasts. The fact that others were watching her didn’t bother Sara. Jareth was her only focus. She stood at the foot of the bed and let Jareth take in the vision of a naked Sara. Ten years had changed her body; she was a few inches taller, more voluptuous, her ivory skin contrasting with the rosy pinkness of her nipples and the wisps of dark curls between her thighs. Pilates three times a week ensured that her muscles were toned and flexible.

“Hello, Jareth.” Her voice was soft, seductive. The former Goblin King was only inches away, yet Sara felt like a predator closing on its prey after a long hunt. Jareth responded only by averting his fantastic eyes. Sara laughed; slowly she crawled onto the bed until she was right beside him. Still Jareth turned his head away and did not speak.

“Oh, my proud King. Do you think if you cannot see me, I am not here?” With the tips of her fingers she gently traced the contours his body. She started at his ankles and moved her way up, past his knees, stroking the area of his inner thighs with a little more emphasis. Then her touch became light again when she caressed his cock between her middle and index fingers. The large member was still limp, but Sara could feel the stir of longing.

Goblin Kings were so easy.

Giggling to herself, Sara outlined the muscles of his stomach; she could feel the heat and power rising off his body. Bending down, she kissed Jareth’s forehead, trailing down to his nose. Then his upper and lower lips, his collarbone. Now she started to lick his skin and worked her way back up, tracing his mouth with her probing tongue.

“I know you desire me. You have and always will,” At first the kiss she gave him was cold. His lips would not move to meet hers. Sara would not give up but rubbed her body against his, demanding heat from him while the fire in her built. Sara’s mouth continued to batter Jareth’s; she bit down on his mouth, almost drawing blood. Jareth gasped in surprise and instantly Sara slipped her tongue inside to join his. Once in contact with her he couldn’t stop, his mouth tried to envelop hers. Sara caressed his neck and chest, loving the way his rough skin warmed under her touch. Reluctantly she broke off the kiss, afraid she was losing control.

Sensuously she rose up to dangle her breasts in Jareth face. A pink nipple brushed past his mouth. Unable to resist, his tongue peeked out of his mouth to taste. Oh so slowly she brought her right breast up to receive attention from his mouth. It felt as if Jareth was consuming her. He lapped at her nipple and bit down till it almost hurt. Perhaps it was his way of repaying her for biting him. It didn’t matter; Sara couldn’t get enough. A moan escaped her lips when she traded breasts. She could hear a soft groan from him, as well.

Looking down, Sara saw what she wanted. A fully erect Jareth. He was large and demanded to be satisfied. Sara straddled Jareth but did not allow him to enter her yet. He still wasn’t talking to her.

“What do you want, my pet?” Sara asked, her eyes sparkling.

“You.” His voice was a coarse whisper.

“I’m sorry, I cannot hear you.” Sara grabbed the tip of his cock and slid it down her entrance, letting him feel how warm and moist she was.

“I want you, my Queen.” Those words destroyed Jareth.

“Was that so difficult?” Sara was tired of playing. Victory was hers. She sheathed him fully, never having had anyone of his size before, it took the Queen a minute to adjust. The sensation of him inside her was almost enough in itself to bring her to ecstasy. She rode him with ease, throwing her head back and savoring every second as Jareth thrust his hips to meet her. The oncoming orgasm made Sara believe she would die of bliss. Pleasure cries filled the hall. Sara couldn’t think of anything else—not that she was supposed to detached herself from Jareth before he reached his release, nothing. Sara was going to ride him to oblivion. The sight of her proud breasts bouncing and the sounds of her satisfaction only increased Jareth’s need.

“Come inside me,” Sara ordered. Jareth was only too happy to oblige. With another fearsome growl he spilled his liquid lust inside her, causing his body to quiver and the Queen to collapse on top of him. Sara kissed him again, and this time he offered no resistance. She nibbled at his jawline and felt Jareth whispered in her ear.

“Wake up, my love,”


Two months later…

“That’s where the dream ends, Doctor. So what do you think? Having sex with an imaginary creature I haven’t thought about since I was fifteen. Am I some kind of pervert?” Sara was uncomfortable at first talking to a male physiatrist about the sexual dream that had haunted her weeks. She soon learned that her co-worker Alyssa was right, Dr. James Coleman was incredibly easy to talk to. He had a mature, regal sense about him that put her at ease.

“No, Sara, you’re not a pervert. There are a number of ways to interpret the dream. Your domination of this Jareth character could be you trying to regain control of your life, professionally and personally. Tell me, are you seeing anyone?” Dr. Coleman asked.

“Not for about a year. My stepmother says my standards are too high—that I expect the man in my life to be more than human. Wow, I guess I have more issues than just my dream, Doctor,” Sara declared shyly.

“Well, I think we should explore this dream further next week. Our time is up.” Dr. Coleman rose and saw Sara to the door.

“You know, I was apprehensive about seeing someone about this. Now I’m glad I did.” Sara gave him an easy smile. Dr. Coleman would have returned her smile except he was rubbing his eye.

“What’s wrong?” Sara asked in concern.

“It’s these insufferable contacts. They irritate my eyes. Please don’t bother yourself on my account. Enjoy your day, and I’ll see you next week.” He grabbed a handkerchief and blocked his eyes from view. Sara left, feeling good about the new choices she’d made.

Jareth shed his human form and watched her leave from the window. His one blue and one green eye were now uncovered and were taking in the full view of Sara getting into her car. He had been watching her for quiet some time. It was only in her twenty-fifth year did he decide that his love was ready for a dream seduction, the first of many to come. Frowning Jareth noticed that Sara hadn’t made an appointment with “Dr. Coleman” secretary for next week. She might call in later to do that—or maybe she wouldn’t.

Maybe it was time for another dream.

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This is my first fic please R/R let me know if you would like to see a sequel!