Warning! Smut! Lime! Lemon!

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Her limbs felt like lead and her eyes refused to stay open. Sarah sighed softly and contemplated going to bed, even if it was the middle of the afternoon. She didn't have any more classes, and no plans for the weekend. It must just be all the stress… Her eyes closed and her head bobbed for a moment.

She snapped her head up and opened her eyes. Sarah rubbed her eyes in an effort to stay awake. Suddenly the simple task of preparing a sandwich for herself seemed like a Herculean challenge. She picked up her plate, intent on putting it in her sink when another bolt weariness swept through her. Her eyes closed while her arm went limp sending the plate crashing to the floor. She swayed and stumbled into her bedroom, uncaring about the mess she made.

She clumsily stripped, leaving only her socks and underwear on. She more or less fell onto her twin bed and struggled under cotton sheet face down. They felt cool to her bare skin and some very distant part of Sarah noted that she felt warm.

She lay very still in her bed, mind hazy and blank. Her eyes stayed half open and glazed. Her body felt heavy and at the same time weightless. All her senses where dulled almost to the point of nothing. Her breath came in and out very slowly, almost as if she was running out of air and she was trying to save it. She hadn't closed the binds nor her window and slowly the room became darker and the noise outside quieted, although Sarah felt no passage of time; time meant nothing to her now.

In the darkness everything stilled, holding its collective breath for thirteen heartbeats. Then the winds slowly began to stir. They didn't become violent; they merely caressed all they touched.

A small flame of awareness lit in Sarah's mind. Something had shifted; something had changed. Her mind was still too sluggish to comprehend what, she became restless. Her fingers twitch slightly and she rolled onto her side. She struggled to bring her senses back into focus, to understand what was going on around her.

A hand entwined in her hair, stroked her neck. She stilled, and pressed her cheek to her pillow. Panic bloomed inside her. She tried to struggle against the exhaustion to no avail. Adrenalin flooded her, trying to get her to move. It felt like she was frozen in place.

"Hello, lovely," the wind whispered in her ear. "I've missed you so."

Again, a sense of danger went through her, stronger this time. She opened her eyes a crack and her hand twitched. She felt velvet and opened her eyes slightly wider. This wasn't her room. It was something out of a fairy tale, illuminated only by the flames of a small fireplace. She fought to get up. The hand petting her gently pressed her down again.

"Ah, not now lovely. It won't do to have you awake just yet."

The words seemed to flow through her. She stilled again and felt the bed shift has weight settled it down. Her hair was pulled away from her back and pilled on top of her pillow. Leather moved across her bare neck and shoulders. When the leather encountered her bra the fabric simply vanished, as did her panties and socks. Her skin became clammy and she broke out in a cold sweat.

There was an amused chuckle and then "Ah, lovely Sarah, how I've longed to do this."

The covers were pulled down to her waist and bare hands played a crossed her back. Patterns where traced and warmth followed the wake of fingers, along with a tingling feeling. A strained sound escaped in her throat. The sensations slowed, but continued. She felt a spark of heat go though her. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but her muscles were too relaxed. A finger ran down her spine. She gasped softly as her womb clenched and heat started to moisten. It was a strange sensation. She feared and wanted at the same time.

"Almost done lovely, these spells are necessary." The words were deeper, rougher, then before. Another shiver went through her and she whimpered.

Finally the fingers stilled and she was rolled onto her back. Sarah stared up into the face that was hidden in shadows. Her lips parted, and nothing came out. She struggled to bring her hand up, to caress or strike she wasn't sure. His hand covered hers and he brought it up to press a kiss to her palm. Then teeth scraped. More heat went low, a trickle of liquid.

A low growl filled the air.

"Yes, lovely, dearest Sarah."

His hand caught both of hers and held them above her head. His other hand captured her neck to hold her still for a kiss. Hard little nips. He pulled back, stared down at her, demanding. The hazy slowly melted away, and she realized who he was, what was happening.

"Jareth."

"Yes."

The hand behind her neck moved down to her bare breasts, stroking them, claiming them. Something snaked around her wrists. She looked up and saw herself bound the to bed. His other hand came down so both were playing with her breasts. More heat pooled, the sent of desire filled the air. Sarah tried to gather her wits.

"Wh-why?"

With a snarl that was equal portions arousing and frightening he kissed her again. It was a little more savage, but more satisfying as well.

"I have waited for you longer then you can know. I rushed and I will not loose you again. You are mine Sarah. Mine, and mine only."

Her only response was a gasp as one hand moved lower, finding her hidden bud, while the other moved up to feel her pulse. He played with her bud, then caught her lips in another savage kiss. With her hands held captive she could only clench her thighs around his hand as he went lower, playing with her entrance.

When he came up again he brought his hand up as well. He licked the dew and he stared down at her, the possession in his eyes a tangible thing. Sarah let her lugs freeze.

"Now, finally, you are ready for me, and ripe. Oh so ripe." He licked his fingers again. "Like a peach. Only mine."

His hand moved back down, then pressed inside her. She sucked in a breath. Two of his fingers went deep, encountering a barrier. The hand at her pulse moved over her breasts again. His lips came down on hers again, licking and biting. Then he broke the fragile barrier. He muffled her startled yelp then demanded more. She kissed him back harder as his fingers started to move, faster, deeper. She could feel pressure building and felt a bubble of panic. It kept building and she started to struggle.

He pulled back, his face harsh with desire. "Don't fight it," he snarled. "Let it happen." Suddenly her hands were free. He kissed her neck and her hands went to grip his hair.

"Let it come. Don't fight, surrender."

He nipped her pulse and she felt herself explode. She grabbed his shoulders and her nails dug in. When it was over, she felt oddly bereft, almost empty.

"How… that felt…"

She felt rather then heard his chuckle against her neck. "That, lovely, was a promise of things to come."

In one swift movement he was on her. His forearms were braced on either side of her head, her breasts touching his chest, his length poised at her entrance. She felt magic stirring in the air, leaking into her. Her eyes locked onto his and she licked her lips.

He kissed her again, softer this time. One hand went down to play with her breasts and he slowly pushed into her.

She took a deep breath, stealing air from him, taking in his magic. He was bigger then she thought. She hadn't seen him yet… She sucked in more air, more magic, and he went in another inch. She left like she was being torn apart.

"You will take me." This voice was so rough and gravelly she almost didn't recognize it.

Her hips started to move, twisting and rotating. He growled and she whimpered, but she could not stay still. She arms moved to his back, and her nails dug in. She nipped his lip and pushed her hips. With a growl and a smooth move he thrust all the way in side her, nudging the opening of her womb.

She let out a deep breath and started to pant. It hurt, but there was pleasure.

He chuckled and kissed her. Then he started moving and the pleasure started to build again. Stronger this time, more intense. Her nails raked his back, drawing blood. He moved harder, faster. She moaned and started to suck and nip his neck. She felt herself go to the edge, balanced and willing to fall. She tried to move, to go over, but when she did he stopped.

"Let me come!" she demanded.

"No," he bit back.

She made a soundless shirk of rage and wrapped her legs around his waist. She began moving then he moved with her. It kept building, higher, hotter, harder. Then his fangs priced her pulse. Sarah exploded. He snarled and pushed hard, then she felt him come.

Sarah came back to awareness with Jareth still moving inside her, small spurts of his seed still coming. He was also licking at the blood he had drawn.

She ran her hands up and down his back. Her hands felt sticky so she drew them back to look at them. They were red with blood. She brought her hand closer and sniffed. Then she licked. Then licked again.

It was like nothing she had ever tasted before. She had a crazy urge to bit him. He cupped her neck and brought her head up to his neck. She bit him and his blood flowed into her mouth. She sucked and licked until he drew her away.

Jareth started into her eyes. "You belong to me."

She stared back.

"I know."

Wow. I've been working on this for about two or three months. It's the first smut I've ever written, so I hope I did a good job.

Posted 3-28-09