Prompt: Dark, angsty smut / urm…PWP. XD

Summary: Jareth wakes up to find Sarah in his room. 

Jareth woke sharply when he felt the uninvited presence enter his bedchamber.  There was Sarah, a vision in white—albiet very transparent white. As she sauntered towards the bed, he could see that the skimpy top she wore was the only thing she wore.

“What…how…” the usually loquacious Goblin King was at a loss for words.  Sarah smirked and hitched one knee up onto the bed.

“What nobody knew is that the Goblin King fell in love with the girl, and had given her certain powers,” she quoted, crawling on top of him seductively.  ”Except I did know, and after I won, you couldn’t take them back.” 

Jareth could barely breathe as Sarah drew back the covers, but she seemed quite content to monologue.

“I’ve worked so hard to be fit to rule beside you,” she said, pausing to purr with satisfaction at finding him naked. She raked her fingernails across his chest, and he hissed with pleasure.  ”All those classes…law, politics, economy, etiquette…” She leaned forward and murmured low in his ear, “All for you.”

With those words she impaled herself on his throbbing manhood, and he gasped at how hot and slick and tight she was for him.  ”Sarah,” he moaned.  ”Oh Sarah…”

His hips thrust to meet her own movements, and her hands fisted in his wild hair as she mewled with pleasure. His hands roamed her entire body—the curve of her breast, the swell of her hips, her pert little ass. And it wasn’t long before he sent her over the edge, her entrance throbbing around his length, and he cried out her name as he hit his own blinding climax.

He awoke the next morning only to find that his sheets were soiled, and he was alone.

Prompt: Sarah/Jareth fic - something seductive

Summary: Sarah chooses her words carefully.

Sarah dreamt of the Goblin King all the time, to the point where even when she was awake she could feel his breath next to her ear, his hands caressing her breasts, his length sliding in and out of her with slow, powerful strokes. The very thought of her recurring dreams brought with it a heat low in her belly that would only be relieved with her release.

Frankly, she was getting sick of it.

She stood and paced the room, rolling the crystal ball he had left in her bedroom four years ago after she ran the Labyrinth.  Words were important to the fae, Sarah knew, and what was said cannot be unsaid. She wanted to be satisfied—she just didn’t want to be kidnapped as part of the process.

A slow grin spread across her face. She paused in her pacing, gripped the crystal in both hands, and said resolutely, “I wish the Goblin King would take me. Right now.”

And then he was there, pressed flush against her with one arm snaked around her waist, and she thought that this was a much better entrance than the one he made the first time she had summoned him.

“You naughty little thing,” he drawled, and she could feel his hardness through his thin leather pants. “I’m going to make you regret those words.”

I’m going to make you wish I could do this to you every night, was the unspoken promise in his dancing eyes.

She smirked seductivly at him as she thrust her hips against his.  ”I’m counting on it.”