Ok my lovelies, not to give anything away, but this chapter is quite possibly the last. It is also the entire reason this story is rated M (you have been warned- this chapter is very graphic in a lemony-way.). It is shorter than the others, but I don't think you'll be disappointed by that.

Still don't own the characters.

I'm dying to know what you all make of this chapter, so PLEASE review!

Chapter 5

What felt like eternity passed before Sarah called on me again. This time, when I appeared, it was with all the ferocity and armor I had worn at our first meeting all those years ago. If she wanted to deny her title, so be it, but I'd be damned if I groveled or looked like a fool in front of her. I would not beg her to reconsider. I would not look weak. I stood, hands on my hips, staring her down.

"Well, Sarah? You called me. What is it?"

For whatever reason, she appeared nervous. She fidgeted with the necklace I'd given her, the only jewelry she wore with her simple green dress. When she spoke, it was hesitant and halting. "You know... since I left the Labyrinth after you had helped me that night... I've missed it. I kind of always did, but after that... It's hard to describe, to miss a place you've only been to twice, homesick for a world you weren't born into..." She halted again, looking at me, appearing to search my eyes for something, begging for understanding.

I folded my arms across my chest, protecting myself. But my voice is soft as I tell her, "My offer has never changed, Sarah."

She met my gaze fearlessly, and smiled. "Don't act so hard." She said, taking a step towards me. Then another. "For what no one knew, is that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl..." She trailed off. Her feet were silent on the carpet as she moved towards me. Lightly, she rested her hand on my breastplate. My arms fell at my sides, my defenses beginning to crumble. I swore I could almost feel her fingertips, as though it was not my armor she touched, but flesh. The look in her eyes was warm, soft, and incredibly inviting. Shyly, she looked up at me through those thick, dark lashes of hers. Any other words I could have said died on my tongue. Long, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, left bare by the strapless dress covering her slender form. It molded to her every curve, the barest hint of cleavage exposed to my starving gaze. Grateful for the armor that shielded my arousal from her, I forced myself to stare into her eyes. The intensity shimmering there told me that today, there would be no walks in the parks or those peculiar "movies" humans were so fond of.

"What was it you said to me when I defeated you, Jareth?" she said, eyes still boring into me.

I took a breath."Fear me, Love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." I recited, the words burning my throat, her rejection of me that last time I spoke that phrase still echoing in the corners of my mind..

Sarah was merely an inch away from me now. When she spoke, it was a soft murmur, her eyes locking on my chest. "Fear me, Love me, do as I say..." She raised her eyes back to mine. "Can we change those terms as little?"

I swallowed hard past the lump in my throat. "What would you suggest, precious?"

She smiled, a sight that set my heart racing. "How about just the second part?"

My fingers brushed her cheek. "And I will be your slave." I replied.

Silently, she raised herself up on tip-toe and pressed her lips to mine.

Everything in my body stilled. My heart, my breathing, even the earth beneath me stopped. Her lips, so warm and petal-soft against mine. Her scent surrounding me. The delicate pressure of her hand on my chest as she balanced herself against me. There was nothing left in my world except her. Instincts I had denied surged from a place deep within me, and of their own accord my arms crushed her against my chest, my lips returning her kiss with a harsh, almost painful desperation. The taste of her was sweeter and more intoxicating than the strongest wine. A primal growl rumbled in my chest, my grip tightening, pulling her as close as our clothing would allow. Her body molded to fit perfectly, her every curve sighing into me. Sarah, my Queen. My beloved. Fated to be mine from the day she took her first breath. Made for me by the gods themselves.

She pushed against my chest, separating us by a hair's breadth. I was delighted to see her breathing was heavy as mine, that the effect she had on me was reciprocated. Her breasts heaved, her chest and cheeks flushed, her eyes unnaturally bright. She was glorious. And I knew she was mine.

"I will be the Goblin Queen on one condition, Jareth." The look in her eyes brooked no argument. I nodded silently, my fingers tightening on her waist.

My own voice sounded fervent, almost desperate. "I will give you anything you wish."

Her fingers gripped my armor."Take me to your castle... Right now."

With those words, everything I had held back came undone. I yanked her to me, my hands sinking deep into her hair and forcing her lips to mine. She yielded, clinging to me as though her survival depended upon it.

"Just say your right words..." I murmured, lips meeting hers again, unable to resist her intoxicating sweetness, kissing her with all the fire I felt burning deep within me.

She responded with equal heat, our tongues dancing in a battle as old as time. Those delicious, pink lips were soft and pliant as I held her close, exploring every inch of her mouth, tasting and delving, savoring every inch that was Sarah. Her fingers tangled in hair, as my hands roamed her back, sliding over each sweet, firm curve I had long admired. I cursed the armor I had appreciated a moment ago for separating the heat of our bodies. My heart pounded a fierce rhythm in my chest, painful in its heavy thudding against my ribs. At last, here was my Queen. Where she belonged, with me, in my arms.

Stopping for a breath, she smiled and murmured against my lips: "I wish the Goblin King would take me to his castle...right now"

And with that, we were at my castle, beyond the Goblin City. The sound of my armor falling to the floor was distant, as if it was happening somewhere far, far away. All there was was Sarah. I didn't notice the soft whisper of green fabric fluttering the floor, followed by my own under garment.

Somehow, we collapsed onto my bed, hands reaching, searching, touching, lips demanding and yielding. Instantly, I was enveloped in her smooth skin and hungry mouth. There was nothing but her. Nothing but Sarah. Sarah's satin hair and moist heat. Sarah's firm nipples and flushed skin that I teased and tormented with tongue and teeth, drawing sweet moans from her lips, raw and ruby from the fierce, demanding kisses I had placed on them.

And when I dipped my tongue into her very center, worshiping every inch of her, her delirious screams of pleasure echoed through the halls as she convulsed, sweet nectar pouring from her. Nothing could be more intoxicating to my soul. Her skin shone against the dark satin of my sheets, her eyes dark and hungry.

She was more glorious than any fantasy I could have dreamed of.

I worshiped every inch of her skin. I savored the sweet taste of her, my tongue relentlessly delving between her folds until she thrashed against the sheets, my name echoing in the chamber. I would not relent my onslaught. In this conquest, laziness would not do. I took my time, kissing, nibbling, soothing every inch of her skin. Fingers replaced where my tongue had been before I captured her lips again with mine, claiming her, branding her. From my position between her legs, I rubbed the part of me that throbbed for her against her wet center, drawing a hiss of pleasure from somewhere deep within her. I shifted, rubbing the tip between her folds, teasing her nub, yet refusing to enter her. A sound came from deep within her throat, something primitive and savage. Her body bowed, trying to draw me in.

She growled my name, and I knew it was time.

I laced our fingers together, straining to cling onto some measure of control. A glow arose from our entwined hands. My jaw clenched, my body resisting my mind as I stilled my movements. Sarah groaned in dismay, pulling me closer with her legs. Those long, sweet, satin-smooth legs, her hot, slick center sliding teasingly up and down my shaft...

I clenched my teeth tighter. This had to be done. I searched her eyes, darkened with her desire. My voice was husky as I spoke the words the Labyrinth demanded before I could take my Queen. "Do you accept your role as Queen of this Labyrinth, and Wife to the Goblin King?" Her eyes fearlessly burned into mine, heavy with want and another, deeper emotion.

Grabbing my hair, her emerald gaze burning into mine, intense and glowing with a savage, deeper need. Her voice was equally husky, but her response came out harsh, impatient. "Yes, Jareth. I accept" she growled, and with that, she yanked my lips to hers. My control snapped. A growl, feral and foreign, rumbled deep in my chest. She was mine. At long last, with one, smooth, firm motion, I drove my hardened member into her heat. Both of us moaned at the sweet sensation as I filled her slick, tight core completely. For a moment, I can hardly breath as I am enveloped into her willing flesh. I feel something give way, and I meet her eyes, pressing my forehead to hers. There is no pain reflected in them, only a hunger. Capturing her lips once more, I begin a slow, steady rhythm. Gods, she is so wet. I can barely restrain myself from the incredible feel of her as she embraces me completely.

The sounds of pleasure that spilled from her in time with my movements created a symphony that heightened each touch, each caress. My senses sharpened, and I was acutely aware of every touch, every sensation. Firm nipples and soft breasts covered in a sheen of sweat sliding against my chest. Her nails digging into my back, sharp points of pleasure radiating from each as she forces me ever-closer. I moved deep within her, hips grinding against her as I filled her to the hilt, the tip of my cock hitting the deepest walls of her body. Those glittering green eyes hungrily taking me in, shimmering with an unnatural light. Sweet lips claiming mine even as I claimed hers. Long legs pulling me tighter, deeper into her, encouraging me, driving me, pushing me deeper, harder, faster. With every thrust, I claimed her. Our joined hands glowed brighter, matching Celtic swirls bright and blue tracing paths over our skin. Sweat dripped from our bodies as I relentlessly took her, watching her writhe beneath me with abandon, giving herself completely. Something savage rose within me, demanding and vicious. I felt my teeth sinking into the tender flesh where her neck met shoulder, and the beast within me growled in triumph. Sarah screamed then, her sweet, hot center tightening around me as her world exploded. I felt her inner walls pulsing, her body trembling, arcing, pulling me deeper, forcing my own orgasm from with an animalistic snarl. My vision blackened as my senses left me, head spinning and the earth quaking, my body throbbing in time with hers as I gave all of myself in return.

As we lay tangled in dark sheets and the scent of our lovemaking surrounding us in the silence, I took my time exploring her. Running my fingers over her pale, perfect skin. Tracing each curve, tenderly brushing the light purple bruising on her hips, healing the red marks my bite had caused a moment before. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I barely grazed her womanhood, still swollen from our lovemaking. I dipped my head and flicked the tip of her breast with my tongue, to be rewarded with a small moan. I felt her body begin to tremble, and for the third (and certainly not the last time this night) I drove Sarah over the edge of pleasure. She would need no other lover, ever, and tonight I would show her all the reasons why she belonged to me.

Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined our coupling would be so passionate, so full of need. Never had I had a lover stirred within me the half-crazed aching Sarah pulled from me. Never had I felt towards another the way I felt towards my precious Sarah. And for the next several hours, I proceeded to show her exactly that.

The midday sun woke us. I felt the presence of the Labyrinth humming contentedly around me. It had its Queen, and it was satisfied with her. And with me, if the calm settling around the room was any indication. There would be a simple, public ceremony that would solidify her position within a week. Word would spread through the courts, and no doubt curious Fae would come to see the new Goblin Queen. Some would be failed runners, jealous and envious of Sarah. Others would be polite spectators simply coming to see the new Queen of a King that had been for so long isolated.

None of that mattered to me. All that mattered was the sweet, dark beauty tracing her fingers over my bare, smooth chest, her eyes warm and languid. I savored the feel of her delicate skin beneath my fingers, the sun casting a glow across her bare shoulders.

Her smile was soft and lazy, matching the look in her eyes. She examined her hand, barely noticeable white lines curling beautifully like a glove across her skin.

"Does this make it official?" She wondered softly.

Still on my back, I took her marked hand and kissed her fingers, my lips running over the delicate lines. "Having second thoughts already, love?" I teased, meeting her sultry green look.

Sarah giggled, raising herself gloriously nude above me and planting both hands on the bed on either side of my shoulders. Her perfect breasts dangled over my chest tantalizingly. Humor danced in her eyes. "After last night? I have half a mind to chain you to this bed and never let you up!"

Magically, chains appeared on my wrists and snapped onto the bed posts. I grinned teasingly at her. "I will be your slave."

She burst into fits of laughter, kissing me deeply through her throaty chuckles. "I love you, Jareth."

My heart soared, and I returned her kiss fiercely. "And I, you, my Queen."

No matter what happened, she was my world. I was lost to her. Now, and always.

For she is my Soul Mate.

Author's note:

Does anyone else need a cold shower after that?