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Courtesan	By : Lasski Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 15072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 8 - Freudian Slip.

                Raffe stood as soon as the High Duke left the room, grabbing his glass of scotch, and approached Sarah. He stared down at her for a moment then tipped the rest of the alcohol down his throat. "Take off your dress" he commanded huskily, his eyes darkening, the pupils expanding with lust and increasing intoxication.

                Sarah pushed the fabric from her shoulders and allowed the material to pool in a slithering puddle at her feet. She stood naked before him, her body a work of art. Soft skin, rounded breasts, curves in the right places and a butt to die for. There was nothing Sarah liked better than a man grabbing her by the arse and running his fingers between the smooth globes - it was penetration without the actual penetration, intimacy by insinuation. Guaranteed to make her wild. Unfortunately the only constant lover she had was Zekial and despite his skill it had taken him a couple times to catch onto the erogenous movement. Problem was, the bastard often denied her it.

                Raffe cupped her breasts with both hands, squeezing their fullness and rubbing his thumbs over the nipples. He grabbed one of her hands and pressed it to his cock, hard and long beneath his trousers, then went back to fondling her. Sarah moulded her hand to him and rubbed up and down in long strokes, teasing even as she assured his growing hunger. Alcohol didn't affect most immortals as it did humans; the king was as hard as he could be. She rocked with him as his hips pushed into her hand. His hands on her chest slid down to her ribcage and waist, and then back up to squeeze her roughly.

                Reaching up with her free hand, she curved her fingers around his neck and pulled him into a carnal kiss. From there they tumbled to the floor where they both ripped off his clothes so he could get inside her. He pushed her into the floor, using the unyielding surface to make each thrust jar into her. He grabbed and twisted her to his liking, giving her no chance to move as she wished. Kings tended to fall into two categories, they could be dominant lovers because they were dominant in all else, or they were submissive because of the same reason. There was no doubt which category the Fairy King fell into. Which another king would fall into...

                Sarah managed to run her hands over his biceps and shoulders bunching with strength before her caught her wrists and pinned her to the ground. He was impressive, bulky with muscle but not to the point where he would be considered a serious bodybuilder - he was a large male in peak performance. Sarah leaned forward to bite into neck tendons, just to sink her teeth into his strength. He reacted wildly and sunk into her warm flesh in one long hard stroke.

                She gasped. He grunted.

                He tilted his hips and stroked inside her in just the right spot and Sarah closed her eyes in ecstasy. Sometimes she had to deal with some pathetic customers, most of the time they were average. However, on occasion, she had the pleasure of taking on a true innately skilled lover. Even better, a great fuck who had a fantastic body. Just like another... No wonder Raffe had a happy harem back in his homeland.

                Sarah's breath hitched in approaching orgasm. Of course the Fairy King's body couldn’t compare with a fae’s. Fae had inherent sexuality on top of what they were born with. Rarely bulky, they possessed lithe, sensual bodies covered in silky skin. The hidden danger, the latent cruelty, the blond hair, the passionate mismatched eyes.

                “Jareth” Sarah whispered breathlessly at the peak of climax.

                Realising what she had said, Sarah blinked up at the Fairy King.

                “What did you say? Raffe hissed, a decidedly dangerous glint in his eyes. Yet he still moved inside her striving for his own release.

                For a millisecond Sarah was speechless in her shock. Then her brain cells caught up with the rest of her. She gave a seductive smile, “I was saying, just think what we could do with toys, if we’re like this alone.”

                He stared down at her for a moment, trying to see the truth of her words in her eyes. She looked back innocently, “What else would I say, my lord?”

                “What else indeed?” he murmured his body had relaxing; but not entirely, and not only due to his approaching orgasm.

                Sarah realised her mistake immediately. No male liked to be told that his bed partner was thinking in the middle of being inside them, let alone how it could be better. Sex was meant to be mind-blowing, not a chance to figure out tomorrow’s shopping list. She lowered her eyes demurely and whispered conspiratorially, “I must admit a secret, my lord, I like my sex especially thrilling, and I find it especially thrilling when it’s out in the open where anyone could walk in at any moment and see us. I couldn’t help but fantasise you taking me in such a risqué situation after what you’ve just given me. Anyone could hear me scream.”

                His eyes darkened at the image she conjured and he finally came. He collapsed on top of her and stroked arousing fingers down her sensitive sides. “Well… I wouldn’t want to be one to disappoint a lady.” Thirty seconds later Raffe pulled Sarah from the ground and led her outside and he was already hard again. For once Sarah was grateful, she had some work ahead of her if she was going to erase her faux pas. At least it would be enjoyable.

                Later she would figure out why she had gasped out the Goblin King's name. She could deny it, could pretend that his name had never passed her lips in the throws of rapture. Perhaps she might even be able to convince herself that she had said his name because her subconscious had him as a worry utmost in her mind. There was one problem though. Sarah was an intelligent woman - there was no way she could fool herself for long.

                ***

                It was nearing morning as Jareth paced the length of one of the many private gardens surrounding the guest wing of the palace. He hadn't been able to go back to sleep after the highly erotic dream of Sarah and he knew he would regret his lack of sleep later. What made things even worse was the couple in the garden a few walls over was groaning in obvious lovers' tryst. He could have left, he probably should have left, but he couldn't stop imaging himself and Sarah groaning in that exact way. She would make those very cries of pleasure, same moans of passion

                There was a simultaneous shriek and roar and then silence. Jareth gritted his teeth.

                Sarah was going to laugh in his face when he expressed his desire to sleep with her, but she wouldn't be laughing for long. That wasn't what worried him. Jareth had no doubts of his ability to seduce her but he was worried about how he was going to get around Zekial. He could go through the High Duke to get to Sarah but he'd rather not. Of course not doing so meant going behind Zekial's back and that was near impossible and it would waste precious time. Jareth wanted to stomp in frustration. He really needed a few goblins to kick.

                A rustling in the hedge separating the gardens had him spinning around to the sound. Sarah pushed her way through the thick foliage cursing softly as tricky branches clung to her. She yanked herself free of the bush and looked up, freezing to the spot as she saw Jareth. Instantly Jareth knew that those cries of pleasure he had been listening to had been hers. Hers and some other males.

                "Midnight tryst?" he asked, his voice melodiously soft despite the nameless dark swirling inside him.

                Sarah shrugged. "A girl's gotta have some fun."

                "Screw some strangers, make some money" he mocked.

                "Different strokes for different folks" she flippantly replied, smirking saucily so that her double meaning was obvious.

                Jareth snorted, not wanting to give her the pleasure of knowing that he enjoyed her fast wit. Straight-faced he asked "And which strokes would you have for me?"

                Sarah blinked at him for moment as she processed his words. Then, her lips curled up, decidedly catlike. "Why Jareth, don't tell me you're curious as to how I might practice my skills."

                "Mayhap I am,” he said softly and he studied her intimately from head to toe, until his eye caught at the hem of her dress.

                A white trickle of substance ran down the front of her leg and Jareth watched it with heated scorn. Sarah followed his gaze and swore. She bent over wipe the semen away with the bottom of her dress grimacing. This wasn't the most gracious thing she had ever done and she was dying for a bath. She felt filthy in front of Jareth. The embarrassment so deep that it almost felt like shame. She mentally shook her head to wipe away the feeling. So she was caught with another man's cum running down her legs. So what. It was none of the Goblin King's business. Besides, he knew what she did for a living.

                As sickening as the sight was that another male's seed had slid down her thigh Jareth recognised that he was hard at the thought of his seed glistening on her skin just like that. His cum which would bath her insides so much that it had to leak out of her. A strong primal thought burst through that he wouldn't let her wipe his cum off her body, he would rub it into her skin so she would reek of his scent. His cock jumped in painful arousal inside his trousers and he had to take a deep breath.

                Damn it, he suddenly thought, why should he deny himself? He never had before. It didn't matter that she had just lain with another man - yet when he reached for her his grip was rougher than what he intended. Sarah stared at him with startled eyes as he wrenched her up and shoved her back against the hedge. He deflected the reactive knee that jabbed towards his groin, and countered it by shifting it up, away and wide of her body so that he could press familiarly against her. He pushed his upper body against her own so that he could feel the softness of her breasts.

                "What the hell are you doing?" she gasped, the breath of her words flowing into his mouth they were so close.

                "I don't know" he answered honestly and slid his arm fully under her leg so that he could hook her under the knee. His head fell to the curve of her neck and inhaled her scent ignoring the smell of the other man. "You smell like moonlight" he murmured and ran his free hand up her inner thigh with the dress between his touch and her skin.

                Sarah gave a breathless, nervous laugh and tried to shove him away unsuccessfully. "Moonlight doesn't have a smell." ‘What a stupid thing to say’ her inner voice mocked her.

                "Yes it does" he demanded, ever the autocrat and bit into the strong line running from neck to shoulder. Sarah hissed and arched into him, her fingers digging into his arms. "It's fresh yet sultry, creamy and head-spinning with mystery, like-"

                He kissed her without preamble. The ground did not rock, birds did not sing and she didn't feel as if she was being lifted off her feet, but there was something different. When he pushed into her mouth, she did not submit out of learned response, when he suckled at her lips her pants were desperate gasps for air, not trained reaction. When he pushed against her body she arched back not because it was the right move but because she could not stop herself. It was subtle but it was there and it made all the difference. She reacted to him because her body had to. Her mind had no say in the matter. Worst of all, she was approaching a climax and she couldn't control it... and he had barely touched her other than rock up against her. What really scared her on a gut-clenching level was the fact that she was responding to him when she had just been with an excellent lover who had seen to all her needs. Jareth had obviously discovered some part of her still not satisfied.

                Desperate for a little control she fumbled for the opening to his pants even as her lips trembled against the onslaught of his. She grasped his hard member and almost sobbed in relief - though she couldn't decide whether it was because she was finally touching him or now she had some control over him. Either way, she began stroking him roughly to bring him to the same burning point she was at. She was not going to go over alone.

                Rather than push her away Jareth thrust into her hands, covering her hands with one of his, tightening her grip, lengthening her strokes and fastening her pace. He dominated her mouth and rocked her against the hedge, his other hand now cupping her between her legs, feeling her heat even with all the material between them. Sarah let out an uninhibited cry

                Jareth came on a short, breathless gasp and, knowing that she was on the very edge of climax, stepped back from her leaving her so suddenly that she stumbled forward. She sucked in breath and looked down in astonishment for a moment at the sticky fluid clinging to her dress. Jareth pushed his cock back into his pants before it had a chance to harden again.

                "Selfish prick" she cursed at him and tried to wipe his seed away with a clean piece of dress. She panted, her skin still tight and hot.

                He stepped back up to her so fast that she barely had time to breathe before he grabbed the wrist holding her dress, stopping her. Sarah stood still in partial shock, curiosity and desire as Jareth ran his long fingers through the semen scraping some from her dress. Their eyes locked as he flattened his hand against the bare skin of her bosom and rubbed his cooled seed over the tops of her breasts and smoothed it up over her collarbone and the arch of her neck. Finally his fingers reached her mouth and pushed gentle but determinedly in. She couldn't stop him and opened her mouth to suck the flavours from his fingers. For long moments they stood there, the air of morning on the breeze as the night still stirred around them; she swirling her tongue around his flesh and he keeping her gaze locked to his.

                He was marking her, as surely as a predator marked the scent of prey, as deeply as mate marked mate so that no other would approach.

                "You want me Sarah,” he said softly, his tone not breaking the fragile atmosphere. "You can either come to me tomorrow afternoon and we can both get this idiotic lust out of our systems or I will continue to hunt you. I will arouse you at every point, at any place, without giving you release by my hand. Even if you manage to find satisfaction another way you'll still burn for my touch - because you want me."

                Sarah jerked back away from him and her hand flew out but he caught her wrist before she could claw his face. "You're a sensual creature Sarah" Jareth's voice once again harsh and melodic with mocking truths, "and you're not used to being denied pleasure. You'll crack and you'll come to me in the end."

                "I hate you" she hissed in rage.

                "I don't care - and neither does your body. Be in my quarters at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

                ***

                Sarah arrived home at Zekial's keep only to pass by the High Duke down a corridor. He saw her dress and smirked humourlessly. "Obviously the Fairy King was pleased."

                Sarah resisted the urge to scowl.

                "When you're cleaned up, come to me" he ordered.

                Something rebelled in Sarah and it wasn't due to an independent nature. "I...I'm not feeling too well" she faltered confused by her own emotions, "I think I've been overdoing it lately."

                Zekial frowned in concern and put a palm to her forehead to feel for her temperature. "You are a little warm. Take the rest of the night off and tomorrow. If you feel worse I'll have one of the other courtesans fill in for you tomorrow night."

                "I'm sure I'll be better by tomorrow" Sarah nodded and continued to her room. Yes, by tomorrow night she and Jareth would have rid themselves of their 'idiotic lust' and things would be back to normal. Her body would be no longer inflamed, her skin would cool and she would be able to go to sleep without shifting and sliding in the sheets for a phantom lover.
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