Tempting Fate

Chapter 18: A Fated Enchantment Back in Sarah's Living room... Sarah could hardly believe that wine could have such an effect. She slowly sipped at the burgundy liquid, savoring it this time. Jareth watched her, intrigued, "What do you think?" Sarah's eyes closed for a second as the warm pleasurable sensation rippled through her. When she opened them she failed to stifle a giggle, "Whoa...this is incredible." Jareth sipped at his own glassful and regarded her as she breathlessly asked, "Does the feeling increase with how much you drink?" He smiled, "Yes. Try some more." Sarah lifted the glass to her lips and drained the rest. She shuddered and sighed as her head fell back against the cushions of the couch. Jareth held his breath as he watched the pleasure wash over her face. It was agonizing for him...watching her like this. He refilled her glass and continued to sip slowly from his own. Sarah took another long drought, letting the sensation overcome her. When the feeling waned, she teased , "It's a good thing I don't live in the Underground, because I'd be a lush for sure with this stuff around." Jareth chuckled warmly, "Indeed, I'd wager you would...." As Sarah finished her second glass, the warm feeling lingered even longer. She set the glass on the table, noticing that while she'd sucked down two glasses, Jareth was only halfway through his first. He offered to pour her a third but she waved her hand, "No...I'd better not. I'm still reeling from the the last one." As she lounged back on the couch she lazily regarded him. God he's so handsome. She unintentionally found herself looking into his eyes again. It wasn't long before that familiar ache returned. Before she could stop herself she openly admiring him. His shirt was slightly open, leaving his pale flesh exposed. How she longed to kiss him there and taste his skin. His shirt was tucked into his tight black slacks. As she casually perused his lower body, heat crept into her cheeks as all sorts of wicked possibilities seeped into her thoughts. She wanted to feel his mouth against hers again, wanted to feel his arms around her, it had felt so...right. As she sat there, lost in the desire to just grab him and lay such a kiss on him, the thought occurred to her, Why the hell not? He already admitted how he feels, and God knows you want him. You are all alone. There is no one to interfere...nothing to be afraid of." Oh how she wished that were true, but she was afraid. So afraid that if she made a move she would get so caught up in his kiss that she'd never be able to turn back. That was how she'd been feeling since he suddenly appeared back in her life. She searched her feelings...something was different now. Something had shifted. Fully expecting to find that gut wrenching fear, she was astounded to find that it had vanished. Newfound courage swelled dangerously within her, drowning out the debilitating terror. The impulse grew, and suddenly she was aware that was very...unafraid. It was so odd. She had no idea what had come over her but she suddenly felt incredibly bold and strong, as if nothing could extinguish her desires. The strange feeling spread through her like wild fire. It started at her core and pulsed outward to her very fingertips. It was a warm and powerful deluge, and in its wake it left throbbing desire, raw and uncontainable. As the feeling overcame her, she nearly cried out at the force and strength of it, but she bit down on her lower lip as her eyes darted hungrily over the Goblin King. This is not normal... Jareth must have noticed because a look of concern washed over his features. "Sarah? What is it? Are you alright?" Sarah took a small breath as she forced a strained smile, blushing furiously. She tensed, trying desperately to keep her body locked in place. For she was sure it was about to act out in defiance against her. She felt restraint over the intense desire slipping quickly away. She barely managed the words through clenched teeth "I'm fine, I think perhaps that I should go to bed." Jareth regarded her curiously, "Are you sure?" Sarah was already standing, realizing that if she didn't walk away right now, something drastic was going to happen, "Yeah, I think I should..." She turned away, making a mad dash for the stairs. A terrible dizziness swept over her, and every step was a great effort, and felt as though it were in slow motion. The desire that sliced through her was now a hundred fold what it had been. The more she fought it, the worse it grew. She felt Jareth tearing up the stairs behind her. She heard his concerned voice as though it were very far away, "Sarah what's wrong?" She halted abruptly at her bedroom door. She felt him come up close behind. Through gritted teeth she hissed, "Nothing, I just want to be alone! Goodnight Jareth." Jareth backed away as if he'd been burned. She heard the disappointment in his distant reply, "Alright...Goodnight Sarah." She heard him turn away and then suddenly everything came to a grinding halt. When she opened her eyes, everything was suddenly clear. She no longer cared about the consequences. None of it mattered. At that moment only one thing was real; her heart's most secret and deepest desire. There was only one thing she wanted; only one thing that could quell the desire that was burning her alive... She turned, "Jareth!" His name was a breathless cry uttered from her trembling lips as her hand shot out and grabbed his. He turned, still stunned, a look of utter confusion on his face. In an instant Sarah had grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him roughly to her. Their collision was violent. Sarah's mouth met his in a kiss so smoldering that it would have melted the hardest metal imaginable. The heart of the Goblin King didn't stand a chance. Suddenly she felt his arms crushing her to him as he groaned against her mouth and returned her hungry kisses. Her mouth was relentless, her hands insistent as they pulled him forward. Wordlessly, she backed into her bedroom door pulling him with her. She gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in one hand as the other hand felt for the doorknob. A moment later they burst into her bedroom. She didn't bother to turn on the light as they moved as one into the darkness of her room. None too gently, she shoved him against the alcove wall, feverishly deepening their kiss as she breathlessly murmured, "Oh God, Jareth." His hands wandered over her hips, silently urging her nearer. He was surprised by her boldness as she forcefully tugged the bottom of his silk shirt out of his trousers. Suddenly her hands were trailing impatiently over his chest. She tore her mouth from his and he could only stare in amazement. The hunger reflected in her eyes was ravenous and insatiable. She had certainly taken him by surprise. Then her hot mouth was upon his throat as her hands had snaked up under his shirt. Her delicate hands were warm, her palms blazing a trail up his abdomen to his chest. She may as well have been reaching inside him...as his heart was now completely in her hands. He whispered her name, silently praying that this was no dream. In response, she trailed her tongue up the side of his neck and he ground his mouth into hers. Sarah started to back up, walking blindly, pulling him with her, until her backside collided with something. Jareth could not believe what was happening; and more remarkably, that Sarah had been the one to initiate it. Her desire was plain. She wanted him, quite possibly just as desperately as he wanted her. What was more amazing, was that she seemed to be having no second thoughts as their actions were gaining more momentum than a speeding freight train. Jareth wrapped one arm tightly about Sarah's waist as he felt her collide with something. His other hand reached out to determine what they had bumped into. Was it her bed? He was so dazed by what was happening, he didn't have a clue whereabouts in her room they had ended up. As he tipped over a bottle of hairspray, he realized it was her vanity. With one deliberate gesture of his arm, he had swept aside everything on top. Her nail polish, hair clips, hair products, and makeup, all went flying and clattered noisily to the floor. In the next instant Sarah felt Jareth's strong hands lifting her as he set her atop the vanity. His kisses grew rougher and more insistent as she was pushed back against the mirror. Her knees were slightly parted and she felt him advance. When his body made contact with hers she felt as though she was going to combust. She felt the hard evidence of his desire pressing against her thigh. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, making her dizzy with euphoria. They ran over her arms, across her back, up and down her sides, and then they were cupping her breasts. She was still kissing him as her fingers, shaky with anticipation, began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. The only light was the dim illumination caused by the moon, which peeped through her window. She managed to blindly tackle a few buttons before Jareth fumbled for an object in his pocket. He pulled out one of the marble sized crystals that Beezle had given him. He held up the orb and Sarah watched in amazement as it disappeared with a poof of glittery smoke. At the same time a few strategically placed candles appeared and flickered to life, casting a warm yellow glow about the room. As he shrugged out of his shirt, Sarah pulled back and regarded him with eyes glazed over with desire. His eyes were also dark as he looked at her beautifully flushed skin. He rasped, "Are you sure you want this?" He lowered his mouth to hers as she breathlessly whispered, "Yes, I want you. No more games." His hands grasped her hips, gently urging her forward so that he was between her thighs. As she slid forward and their bodies made contact, Sarah felt his hands clench in response on her hips. It was absolutely maddening to feel him between her legs. She took one of his hands in hers and brought it to her breast, as she moaned into his mouth, "Jareth, touch me..." He didn't have to be told twice. His hand roughly massaged her breast through her shirt. He groaned against her lips. Forcefully, he grabbed the front of her sheet blouse and tore it open. Buttons flew everywhere. To his dismay there was another tight shirt beneath the blouse, and his hands immediately slid up underneath. Sarah moved closer to the edge of the vanity, savoring the feeling as she slid herself down against the Goblin King. As soon as her feet hit the floor she started walking, pushing him backwards. He stopped as he felt the back of his legs come in contact with the bed. Sarah didn't need to see where she was going. She knew where they would end up. She removed what was left of her torn blouse and then she crossed her arms and pulled her tank top over her head, tossing it to the floor. Now clad in just her jeans and bra she looked up mischievously at the Goblin King. Biting her lip in anticipation she shoved him back onto her bed. Jareth, now on his back, gazed up at her hungrily, his eyes pleading for her to continue. She leaned down placing a gentle kiss on his lips before she crawled on top of him. His lips moved to her neck and he breathed against her skin, "Sarah, do you know how long I've wanted this...wanted you?" She stopped his words with a gentle kiss. His mouth found her neck as she huskily whispered "No...show me." She lowered herself onto him, straddling his hips, and he gasped at the contact. His lips worshipped her neck, dipping lower, to her collarbone and then to the swell of her breasts. As she rubbed her lower body against his she was assaulted by shocking aching pleasure. He groaned, his hands frantically gliding over her back as he attempted to unclasp her bra. Sarah leaned back, and skillfully removed her bra. As it fell gracefully from her shoulders, he watched with spellbound attention. She blushed at the sound of his ragged sigh. He breathlessly watched her, afraid to move, for fear it was all some glorious dream. Sarah smiled teasingly, taking his hand in her own, "Jareth..." Her words were soft and pleading, "Touch me, here." She brought his hand to her breast and he caressed it gently. She whimpered and writhed against him, imploring, 'Please..." She wasn't entirely certain what she was begging for but Jareth seemed to know exactly what she wanted. His nuzzled her breast with his mouth before swirled his tongue over the rosy peak. Sarah cried out in startled pleasure. She pushed him back on the bed and ground her hips into his. He groaned and his arms went around her, firmly grasping her backside as he pressed her harder against him. Sarah thought she would die from wanting. The contact and the friction felt so good that Sarah was stunned. How could he make her feel like this while they both were still dressed from the waist down? Jareth clenched his jaw shut. The repeated contact was driving him mad. He couldn't remember ever feeling so aroused. He wanted her so badly, it bordered on painful. His mouth found her ear and he raggedly sighed, "Sarah, love, what are you doing to me?" Sarah's eyes drifted closed as her lips kissed his in the same agonizing manner that he had done to her the other night. Her voice was but a husky whisper, "Seducing you." His arms closed around her and he rolled so that he was on top of her. Before she could react, he had both her hands pinned to the bed. His eyes burned into hers as he rasped, "This is no game Sarah. You'd better be sure of what you want." His aggressiveness only managed to excite her more. She raised her head off the bed, his lips just beyond her reach, but she strained to reach them anyway. When she realized he wasn't coming any closer until she answered, she sighed, "Jareth, I'm sure. Please...please don't stop" At her words, his eyes closed, and he was kissing her again as his weight came down on her. Sarah winced, "Owww, what the hell..." as she felt something digging into her spine. His hands left her wrists, as he pulled back, startled. Sarah reached beneath her and pulled Lancelot out from under her. She tossed the bear to the floor, "Stupid bear..." She heard Jareth's throaty chuckle as she pulled him back to her. His hands covered her breasts impatiently stroking her. Sarah watched helplessly as his mouth closed over her nipple and he trailed hot kisses down her belly. He managed to unclasp her belt when she reached down and undid the fastening of her jeans. Before he could react she had rolled out from underneath him and was now standing beside the bed. She wordlessly unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs before she tossed them aside. Jareth wasn't breathing as he looked up to see Sarah wearing nothing but black satin panties staring down at him expectantly. She hesitated, standing still for a moment. He quickly stood and moved to kiss her. She stopped him, catching his face in her hands. She looked into his eyes, and for the first time she did not feel the pressure to look away. Her hazel green eyes focused on his and he found them fascinating. Her pupils were large and black due to the dim lighting and her heightened desire. He bent his head and his mouth found her throat as his hand closed over her breast. Sarah's voice was thick with desire as it cut though the darkness, "Jareth, I should have told you before...but I was too afraid until now..." Jareth froze as she continued, "I...I do love you...and I think I have for quite some time." His eyes closed as relief of unfathomable proportions washed over him. He released a shuddering breath and raised his head. His eyes were full of longing. She clung to him and placed soft kisses on his face, and down his neck, as if reassuring him. Her kisses slowly grew more ardent and soon he had lowered his head to claim her mouth and her love in a searing kiss. Sarah's hands played across his bare chest abdomen, and before she could stop herself, she had reached down between them and boldly cupped the hardness straining against his pants. A ragged sigh escaped his lips as she ran her hand over him. She teasingly fingered the top of his trousers. Sarah bit her bottom lip in silent deliberation, before she swiftly dropped to her knees in front of him. Jareth stared down in wonder as her hands furiously tackled the fastening of his pants. Sarah swiftly undid his trousers and before his hand could drop down to still her, she closed her fingers around his taut flesh. It was rock hard but surprisingly silky to the touch. Jareth inhaled sharply at the raw pleasure. She gently started to move her hand back and forth, experimenting. She was pleased when she noticed that he had closed his eyes and his breathing had grown shallow and irregular. She continued the rhythmic motion and he moaned, "Sarah..." He looked down at her to see a wicked grin spread across her face. She lowered one hand to the base of his flesh, still gripping him tightly as she touched the tip to her lips. Jareth felt as though his sanity was hanging by a thread. Her dark eyes focused on his as he breathed, "Sarah what are you doing...?" He was cut off mid sentence as Sarah took him into her mouth and teasingly circled the tip with her tongue. She felt and heard his sharp exhale as she took him deeper into her mouth. As she started to move her mouth along his shaft, Jareth thought the intense pleasure might kill him. His hands buried themselves in her rich dark hair as she worshipped him with her mouth. After few moments Jareth breathlessly protested, "Sarah...please, you have to...stop." Sarah could tell that he was nearing release, but she didn't want to stop. It gave her a euphoric sense of power to be able to do this to him, and it positively drove her wild. Upon realizing that she had no intention of stopping, Jareth pulled back and lifted Sarah from her kneeling position. He dropped her on the bed and loomed over her. He lowered his face so that it was inches from hers, "You'll pay for that, love." Sarah grinned seductively and bit her lower lip teasingly, "Really? What are you going to do to me?" His lips found her neck and he nudged away her soft hair. His kisses were light and teasing at first but as his mouth plunged lower to her collarbone and then to her breasts, they became more passionate. Sarah closed her eyes relishing the feel of his hot mouth on her naked skin. She whimpered and writhed beneath him as his mouth closed around her breast. His mouth blazed a burning trail as it ventured lower still. He tasted the skin of her flat stomach. He paused for a moment noting that Sarah's breathing had deepened and she continued to shift restlessly. She was now feeling the same desperate desire that she had stirred in him, and he found it very enticing. His torturous journey did not stop there. He ran his fingertips gently down her sides, hooking them under the fabric of her panties. He slowly drew them over her hips and slid them off her. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, drawing a shaky breath as he removed the last stitch of her clothing. She had never been naked in the presence of a man before and she couldn't help but feel insecure. She knew very little of his past. She could only assume that he had taken a great many lovers in his life. She was worried that she may not be entirely pleasing to him; that she might not compare to the others. She felt his gaze heavily on her body, but she didn't dare open her eyes. Jareth saw how her body had tensed and her eyes were screwed shut. He tenderly breathed, "Sarah love, look at me." Sarah shook her head, refusing to open her eyes. He lifted himself onto his hands, looking down at her form as he hovered over her. "You have no idea how beautiful you are do you? By the underground...don't you see what you do to me?" His voice broke slightly as his self control faltered. Sarah opened her eyes, amazed by the intense look on his face. He was trying to go slow with her, knowing that this was all very new to her, but it was so difficult. Jareth reached down between them and Sarah felt his hand gently caress the inside of her thigh. His hand trailed slowly over her skin and it seemed that he was touching her everywhere except where she most desperately wanted him to. Her eyes locked with his as her breathless plea reached his ears, "Jareth please..." Jareth was breathless himself as his hand slid up between her thighs to touch her where no one else ever had. As his fingertips grazed the sensitive bud of her longing, Sarah closed her eyes and arched against him. Her reaction only encouraged him to continue toying with her. Sarah's face flushed as she cried aloud, "Oh dear god, what are you doing to me?" He ceased the maddening action, grinning wickedly as he purred, "Do you want me to stop?" She cried out in protest, "No, Don't you dare!" His throaty chuckle rippled over her as fingers returned. Sarah thought she would explode from the shockwave of pleasure that tore through her. Jareth lowered his mouth and began to place tender love bites down her stomach. Sarah closed her eyes, feeling him venture lower still. Suddenly his warm breath was upon her inner thigh. She demanded in a wavering voice, "Jareth? What are you..." "Ohhhh..." This had to be heaven. Or was it hell? She gasped. Her body shuddered in response to the delightfully wicked sensation. He had to be a force more formidable than the devil himself to make her feel such gratuitous rapture. Never in all her daydreams, nor in her wildest fantasies had she ever imagined anything as incredible as this exquisite torture. She didn't care if she would burn in hell for all eternity. All that existed was the unrelenting spell he was casting upon her. She blindly reached one hand down, her fingers tangling in his platinum hair as she tipped her hips up, inviting him nearer...deeper. Jareth felt his lust rising to dangerous levels. Oh she definitely liked this. The way that she was responding alone was enough to drive him to wretched insanity. Sarah fitfully tossed her head from side to side, murmuring senseless pleas, "Jareth...Oh God! Please...don't stop!" Sarah held his shoulders in a death grip as he mercilessly pleasured her with his mouth. Sarah felt the pleasure build and build until it suddenly was likened to a pinpoint of light that collapsed and exploded brilliantly. With a desperate cry, she found her release, raking her nails over his shoulders and back as she climbed to the heavens and back again. When her cries had ceased and her body finally sagged in relief, Jareth pulled away and drew a shaky breath. He frantically kept reminding himself that she was a virgin, as he drew back to a safe distance. At the moment he didn't trust himself to be near her. She had admitted that she loved him, but the suddenness of all that had transpired unnerved him. He recalled that Sarah had admitted that she felt that sex was a special thing. He wanted nothing more than to make love to her, but he'd never forgive himself if she wasn't completely ready and willing when he took her virginity. His thoughts strayed back to before all this had happened, before Sarah had suddenly become so bold. Back to when they were innocently sitting on the sofa drinking wine. The wine!!!! His mind was given a jolt as the possibility presented itself. What if her actions had been the result of the enchanted wine. Sarah was mortal, after all, and now that he thought on it, he couldn't say that he was totally certain that the wine's enchantment might affect her differently. Not to mention the wine hadn't been properly labeled, so there was no telling what collection it might have come from. There were some vintages that he hadn't even sampled yet. Damn. Why hadn't he thought of that before? Before he could dwell any further on the matter, Sarah had reached for him, and was pulling him down on the bed with her. He gathered her in his arms and placed a kiss on her forehead. How was he going to tell her that what had just happened may have been due to the wine that he had given her? She was going to be furious. Sarah was planting loving kisses across his chest and neck as he began in a serious tone, "Sarah, I have to tell you..." Sarah was now covering his abdomen with kisses when she boldly reached down and stroked him intimately. He gasped, his train of thought, shattered to pieces. He tried again as Sarah wiggled down on the bed, "I'm not sure, but that wine might have...Ohhh." He didn't have a chance to finish the thought, as Sarah without hesitation had taken him deep into her mouth. He closed his eyes and sighed, "Sarah...what are you...?" Sarah looked up and withdrew just long enough to reply, "I want to make you to feel what I felt. Now hush will you..." With that she took him deep into her mouth and started the rhythmic movement, applying just the right amount of pressure. Jareth groaned as she hungrily pleasured him. He was already so aroused that he was dangerously close to release. He gave in for one moment and the pleasure shook him to his core. As the waves of ecstacy started to increase, he tried to protest, "Sarah you must stop..." She breathlessly refused, "No...it's alright, I want you to." She unrelentingly continued to stimulate him while she held his hips in a vice grip, so that he could not pull away. He tried to fight it, but the sensation of her mouth on him was too overwhelming, and for one reckless moment he lost himself in the pleasure. That was all it took. His head fell back and he fiercely cried out her name as he climaxed. Sarah's hands tightened about his waist as she took him deep into her mouth and swallowed the evidence of his release. She smiled and breathlessly curled up beside him as they collapsed; both overcome with exhaustion. Jareth closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms about her protectively. She felt his rapid breath on the side of her neck as she whispered, "I love you, Jareth." Had she not instantly fallen asleep in his arms she would have heard his reply, " And I will love you, Sarah, for all eternity."