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Courtesan	By : Lasski Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 15074 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7 - The moonlight, the night, and the darkness.

                Jareth stood in the doorway with only the darkness shielding him from visibility. The circle of light from the candle beside the bed was a step away and that step away made all the difference. He could stay in the darkness where he belonged, where nothing could touch him, or he could move forward into the soft glow just out of his reach, walk towards the bed draped in silken sheets, step closer to the angel that lay supine the pile of pillows.

                But fuck, he had never done much of anything by the rules; he would take his darkness with him into the light. He stepped into the circle of candlelight, and yes, for a moment the shadows seemed to follow him, stretching from him to the dark, clinging to both to provide the connection. Then it snapped back and Jareth moved to the bedside. Only a silken sheet covered Sarah, each curve of her outlined beneath the material so that he was left as to no doubt that she was naked beneath it. Her bare pale shoulders gleamed in the candlelight where the sheet didn’t cover.

                He leaned over Sarah and carefully placed both hands on either side of her head so as not to wake her. He curled his fingers so he could fist the silken strands of hair that stretched out over the pillows and resisted the desire the wrap it around his hand, clenched it behind her head and trap her for his kiss. To draw her delicate wrists together, which lay carelessly thrown above, with his other hand to keep her stretched below him. He wanted that, he would have that. But he wanted gentleness for the first time more.

                He bent his head, his lips a breath away from hers and for a moment he just breathed in the scent of her. Rather than a particular fragrance an image flashed behind his eyes that were closed to capture the full essence of her; golden sunset pouring in through the trees. Dusky light sweeping the planes.

                He had always breathed her in as images. When she had walked through his labyrinth she had been the innocent of the newborn day, the innocent sunrise making the dew sparkle on the leaves and grass. So far removed from his darkness, from his night that it had been intoxicatingly exhilarating to be so close to her. There had been times when he had purposely crowded her to catch her scent.

                Now… now she was on the edge of his darkness and he longed for the sun to set. He left the temptation of her lips and moved to the white column of her throat where her pulse beat slowly in the depths of sleep. He placed his lips over the pulse point and felt the blood pumping. He touched the tip of his tongue to it and ever sensitive fae perception noted the slight increase in speed. How receptive she was to the faintest touch!

                He left the silk of her hair to drag his fingertips down her outstretched arm; down the sensitive wrists and inner elbow, lightly brushing the susceptible underarm, smoothing down the side ribcage to linger softly against the breast. Ever so slightly her pulse increased beneath his mouth.

                Carefully leaning more weight, sinking into the mattress, he placed his knee to one side of her hip allowing his other hand to travel the same path along the other side to rest and then caress the side of her breast. The pulse beneath his tongue skipped a beat.

                Wanting more, making himself hard with need, careless with desire, he swung his other knee over straddle her without leaning into her. His loins ached heavy in protest of the denial. He desperately wanted to push his hips to her, to have her softness relieve some of the ache at the same time she inflamed him.

                Beneath him, Sarah moaned, still asleep, as if she too felt the need to connect body with body. The beat at his lips pulsed faster warning him that she was waking and their body heat licked at each other. He wanted her aroused far more before she became conscious of him, wanted her so hot that she wouldn’t think to refuse him. He swept both thumbs over the underside of her breasts to skirt the edges of her nipples which were hardening beneath the silk sheet.

                He slipped one hand down to briefly caress her stomach before moving to her thigh. He stroked the outer side then curved his fingers around her inner thigh, sheet and all, shifting the leg up and out to make room for himself. He rubbed his thumb over the sheet feeling the firm limb beneath it and wondered if the delicate flesh leading up to her feminine core was as silky as the material. Her blood pumped strong, steady and faster.

                Jareth lifted his head to watch her face, to know the exact moment when she woke to him.

                Just as her eyes fluttered open, soft and hazy from sleep, dark with expanding desire he pressed down with his hips, his clothed cock pressing forcible against the softness between her legs. Both let out a pleasurable hiss and Jareth rocked against her for good measure making Sarah partly arch up and he noticed with male pride that where his hardness touched her she was radiating heat and there were the beginnings of wetness seeping through.

                She stiffened beneath him as she suddenly became aware of what was happening and with whom. He waited for her to push him away, to deny him as she had done once before, for the command to remove him from her life… again. But she didn’t. Miraculously she softened beneath him, relaxing into compliance and submission, in acceptance. In her eyes she wanted - she wanted him.

                Jareth waited a few seconds longer to let her be sure, make sure her mind was free of the last vestiges of sleep and the choice clear-mindedly hers. When she made no further move he lowered his head for their first kiss. Ever. He meant the kiss to be soft, as it would have been three years ago, a mere brushing of the lips to entice further exploration on her behalf. But those three years had wrought changes in her that he would not have believed of her before, which had happened in direct relation to one moment of weakness he had had to dance with her in a world where the past nor the future had mattered.

                Sarah slid sure fingers through his hair and drew his head down further so she could have the full magick of his lips, and at the first taste of her Jareth lost all power of thought, all inclination to have her with finesse. He took, he overpowered, he commanded, as a king should, and plundered her mouth to catch those last rays of sunshine.

                Sarah gave as good as Jareth gave, showing him she was far from virgin. Suddenly the sheet separating them was too much. He wanted complete skin on skin contact.

                He growled and lifted himself enough to rip away the silk sheet separating him from her. As soon as the barrier was gone Sarah wrapped long silky legs around him before he had time to drink the sight of her in and the action brought his cock right against the hot wetness between her legs. He groaned and she hissed. He slid up against her slick cleft, rubbing directly against her clitoris and her heavy breathing turned to full out panting.

                He rubbed up against her, pushing them both to the edge and she scored his back with her nails. The slicing pain of shredded flesh mingled with the pleasure and he thrust reflexively against her. He gasped for breath, using his will of iron to withhold climax from both of them. He wanted her begging for him. Wanted her so frantic for him that she forgot all others that came before him. That had come within her.

                Finally, Sarah tore her lips away from his in desperation.

                “Jareth. Please.” Her first words to him

                He grabbed her hips tilting them up and slid into her. Fast. Deep. She climaxed instantly beneath him and her scent changed from sunset to midnight seduction of the full moon, to spread out moonbeams amongst his darkness, not as a light piercing the dark but a soft silvery glow to entwine with the black. He soared towards his own climax, pushing her towards another, gasping for her, gasping her name…

                                …and sat up in bed breathing hard, aching all over. For a moment he stared into the darkness waiting for his mind to recognise the room he was in. When he realised he was alone he almost roared in frustration with his body hard, tense and soaked in sweat. His heartbeat slowed down and he groaned and dropped his head into his hands as he realised he had been dreaming. Threading his fingers through his sweat soaked hair he couldn’t believe himself.

                He wasn’t about to fool himself, he wanted Sarah - courtesan or not, Zekial’s courtesan or not. The intrigue he’d had for the fifteen year old girl had turned into full-blown attraction for the woman. And, rather than leave the situation as he should - avoid her as he should, he knew that an attraction this strong would only haunt him and he couldn’t afford to be off his game now. Not during the summit. He would have Sarah. Once, to get this attraction out of his system. There was upside to Sarah being a courtesan - aye, even more so that she was Zekial’s courtesan. He could fulfill every fantasy, every desire, go to any and all depths. He would finally exorcise Sarah from his life as it seems he hadn't all those years ago.

                Just once he wanted that moonlight to entwine with his darkness.

                ***

                Sarah could make out Paul's sleeping outline in the darkness and was fully aware that Jareth was in the next room. She wished Paul snored. Or talked in his sleep. Anything to break the silence that seemed unnaturally still. For the first time in a long time every move she made seemed to be as if a microphone was amplifying the sound. She took another step further into the room and winced as her feet rustled the carpet. Was Jareth sleeping or awake? Where the hell was that damn scroll?

                Between the extra training and this Sarah vowed that she was never going to leave something behind ever again. It took up too much of her time! As it was she was running late for a client that Zekial had lined up.

                Sarah suddenly saw the edge of a rolled up parchment poking out from under the bed. She tilted her head back in silent thanks and breathed a sigh of relief. Shaking off her silly notions of making audible noise she crept to the bed and pulled out the scroll. Thankfully Paul hadn’t noticed it, nor anyone else who might have entered the room. It must have rolled under the bed when she was last here.

                She snuck back to the open balcony but froze when she heard a sharp gasp come from the other room. For a moment her world collapsed to straining for sound from behind the wall. Had she imagined it? Or had Jareth awaken and stepped on something sharp? Deciding that she didn’t want to know Sarah slipped out over the edge.

                Lazy, half-open slits of shimmering eyes watched Sarah disappear into the night.

                ***

                As soon as he had emptied his seed inside Kayla, Zekial rolled off her and got off the bed. He pulled on his trousers and gave a passing dispassionate look at the High King’s courtesan. She lay passed out on her stomach where he had left her, after driving into her from behind. Her head a tosseled mass of blond hair over the pillows with a large viscous bite mark curving over her shoulder already starting to bruise purple and black from the force he had used. He tasted blood in his mouth where he had bitten through the skin. Matching finger marks spread around her hips, wrists and thighs where he had held her while keeping her on the edge of orgasm for hours on end before giving her release.

                She had been a good fuck; the High King chose his bed partners well. It would be a long time before Kayla would approach him for anything again. Oh, she had enjoyed herself. No doubt about that. But there were only a few that could cater to, satisfy and survive his darker urges. This was the fifth time that Kayla had passed out and Zekial had worked all of the night’s tension out of his system. There had been times when she had begged him to stop… and not to stop. He had ignored both pleas, settling in at his own pace.

                Zekial had always set the pace, forcing others to his nocuous tempo. In fact he found that manipulating people was very similar to manipulating sex. Measuring pain to pleasure so that one is ignored, perhaps even sought after, in order to get to the latter. Teasing and arousing one aspect so that full, direct pressure was shocking and highly affective. Withholding the ultimate goal to squeeze every last opportunity out of the situation. Leaving them utterly drained and defeated beneath him after the climax while he walked away. Everyone was susceptible. Except one - and for that one he had to play a game so confounding, so twisting, so labyrinth-like, that it often confused even him.

                And it was the reason why he was meeting with the Fairy King now.

                A ten-minute walk took him to a room lit only by firelight, casting moving shadows over the figures in the room. Raffe, the Fairy King, sat sprawled in a large armchair with legs spread and some nameless female between them sucking his cock. Raffe guided the girl lazily with one hand while the other held a glass of straight scotch.

                Zekial caught Raffe’s gaze immediately and noticed that while the King had been drinking he wasn’t so intoxicated that this conversation would be a waste. “Get rid of the girl,” he ordered and waited ominously by the door. He wanted no extra ears hearing this conversation, and servants and whores had big ears and even bigger mouths.

                The Fairy King gave a casual shrug and set his glass down. He grabbed the woman’s head and held her still as he thrust harshly down her throat until he came, the woman’s throat working furiously to swallow his seed. As soon as he was finished he pushed her away and ordered her out. She glared at Zekial on her way out but he took no notice.

                “I want you to side with the Labyrinth King during the summit,” Zekial got straight to the point.

                “Why should I? The Goblin King has killed my kind without apology!” Raffe hissed tucking his softened cock back into his pants.

                Zekial raised a dark eyebrow. “A few biting fairies? Nuisances even in your own country. Creatures of a short lifespan.”

                The Fairy King cut his hand through the air to dismiss the statements. “They are still mine, and it is time that someone taught that damned fae that he cannot do as he likes without consequences.”

                “I believe they were destroying rare vegetation that can only be found within the Labyrinth boarders. Vegetation that is under protection laws set down by the High Throne. One might consider such a blatant disregard of the laws the High Throne treasonous… perhaps even high treason,” Zekial drawled. It was a hard shot but Zekial didn’t want to play around. He wanted nothing left to chance.

                The Fairy King gave the High Duke a sardonic smile that held a hint of resignation. “I hardly think I am the worse offender in this room.”

                Zekial held still, giving nothing away, his dark eyes emotionless.

                Raffe sighed. “Very well. I will add my vote to the Labyrinth King’s proposition.”

                There was a soft knock at the door and a female figure slipped into the room.

                Zekial smiled. “I am not without generosity, my lord. Allow me to offer the services of my best courtesan for the night. Free of charge.”

                Sarah stepped from the shadows and Raffe’s eyes darkened with appreciation. He nodded to Zekial, “a pleasure doing business with you.”

                Sarah leaned over the king and smiled seductively. “I believe the pleasure is all mine, my lord.”

                Zekial left the two in the room fingering the scroll that Sarah had secretly passed on to him.
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