"Jareth, you have kept your secret for too long. She is no longer within your reach."

"Are you threatening me, Lumini?" The tone was harsh. The Dark Man smiled maliciously as he heard desperation beneath the tone.

"You have watched her for years, Jareth. She's never taken a lover, never taken a mate. Was that your influence?" A frustrated snarl answered him.

"I am not allowed to meddle in her life any longer. She renounced my claim over her."

"Yes." The Dark Man hissed. "You are not." He left slowly, allowing the building rage behind him to reach excruciating levels before the door shut behind him. Jareth's agonized scream reached his ears, and he smiled. Jareth could do nothing to change his plans, to interfere with his strategy.

Lumini was not the type of man to give up. He had watched her victory over Jareth in the Labyrinth thirteen months ago. Even then, he had wanted her for his own. He had been unable to do anything but groan his frustration as Jareth had tried to seduce her. His arousal could be satiated by no woman in his court. His lust could not be satisfied by any but her. He had nearly wept with relief when she had spurned him in favor of her brother.

"Soon," he whispered. "Soon I will have her and this pain will end. Soon, she will know how I want her. And soon, she will want me in return." Stepping through the shadows, his form disappeared. He would have his woman soon.

Sarah.

In The Aboveground

Sarah grits her teeth at the sting of the needle. Pain washes over her in waves. Pain and a kind of sweet ecstasy. Jareth… Her mind whispers. Suddenly angry at herself, she clamps over her disobeying mind and allows the pain to consume her. The ink bubbles her skin, but it will not stay that way for long. She is accustomed to pain by now. The artist looks up to see how she is faring. She gives him a seductive smile and licks her lips pointedly. He grins. He'd be getting more than money for this job.

The crystal takes shape and soon, color. Pale blues and dark purples on the rim, a little red in one part. White and one of the palest blues she's ever seen cover the interior. Once it is finished, it looks just like Jareth's crystals. She smiles and says in a softly seductive tone, "Thank you."

He flicks his gaze towards the door at the back of the parlor. She deliberately straddles him as she gets off the chair. Snatching her hips, he pulls her closer to grind into her.

"You've never had one like me, babe," she whispers at the feel of his erection.

"I look forward to it," He whispers against her neck. Standing, he pulls her toward the back room.

In The Castle Beyond the Goblin City

Jareth began to panic as the darkness shrouded Sarah completely. He could no longer see her. He enters her mind, as he had done many times before. Seeing through her eyes, an unearthly rage filled him as he saw the man kneeling before her. The moans she released made him impeccably jealous. He had never been able to touch her like that. The rising pleasure that was coursing through her fed the flames of his envy.

"Sarah, how can you do this to me? When you know I need you more than anything?" His tortured whisper could not reach her, he knew.

In The Aboveground

The tattoo artist was just as good with his tongue as he was with his needle. She was laying completely naked on a cold metal table. He was between her legs, driving his tongue into her again and again, doing things with it she'd never felt before.

Sarah, how can you do this to me? When you know I need you more than anything? The words exploded into her head as she pitched in another orgasm. She moaned at the torture in the whisper.

"Now," she pleaded with him. She needed to be able to forget Jareth, her love for him. He groaned in response, moving over her. She felt the tip of his swollen member against her entrance and dropped her head back. His lips covered hers and he thrust into her at the same time. Her moan echoed in his mouth as his tongue courted hers in the most sensitive place. His strokes touched deep within her, at a tender space that always sent her wild.

"You dare to touch one who belongs to me?" The rage in the whisper was a voice she did not recognize. He didn't hear it at first, continuing his thrusts. She thought she'd imagined it, so she lost herself in his caresses. Suddenly, a pair of hands jerked her roughly from under him. She moaned in protest as his thrusts stopped. A slap across the face woke her up. She was released and her eyes opened. A scream tore the air.

"You'll never touch her again!" She watched, horrified, as her lover had his member torn from him and his throat slit. He lay in a horrible grimace of death. Her "rescuer" turned to look at her.

Jareth's Castle

His agony was prolonged. Her would-be lover entering his love drove him to the edge. He could do nothing to stop this violation. Jareth's need for her was too much. His erection tugged viciously at his skintight slacks. He needed her, needed to have her around him, needed to be inside her. The only thing he could do was watch the sudden change in view. A fierce joy laced through him as he watched her lover's manhood torn from him. Then he frowned.

"Lumini!" He cried out when he saw the man's customary hood. "You get away from her!"

Aboveground

The figure before her was covered in a cloak. His face was hidden by a heavy hood. The voice was deep, rough, and very distinctly male.

"Sarah, you belong to me now." She glared at the figure.

"Says you, you mother fucker!" He had her pinned against the wall instantly. Her hands were pinned over her head and his cloak was suddenly gone. She felt his shaft against her opening and screamed the only word left to her frightened mind.

"Jareth!" The man hissed and slapped her again. Manacling her wrist, they disappear into the back.

Castle of Shifting Shadows

Sarah awoke in complete and absolute darkness. She wasn't even sure if she'd actually opened her eyes. Jareth…. She doesn't bother to reprimand herself this time. She needed him now.

"Oh good. You awaken." The voice forced her to flinch. She shivered as fingers trailed over her naked flesh.

"What do you want with me?" She whispers, holding back a cry as the probing fingers toyed with her bare breasts.

"You refused him he last time you were here," the voice whispered, hoarse with barely concealed lust. "He gave you a choice. I won't be doing the same." His lips melded to hers, and she groaned into his mouth. His gentle pressure in her mind turned her towards lust for him, wanting him. Jareth…. His spell broke, and her cries echoed in the darkness as she struggled to get the man off her. Something searing hot touched her shoulder, and she screamed. He smirked, satisfied.

"You'll not think of that name ever again, Sarah. You are mine, and I don't share. With anyone." She whimpered as the heat came close again- not touching, but close enough for her to feel the warmth. "Understand?"

"Yes…." She sobbed.

"Yes, 'Master'." He corrected her, jabbing the heat at her inner thigh. She screamed again.

"Yes, Master!" She whined under her sobbing cries.

"Good."

Castle Beyond the Goblin City

Jareth screamed with his love. He felt her pain. He knew what she was going through. He knew where she was too, just not where that where was. Lumini stayed in his Castle of Shifting Shadows. If he didn't want it found, it wouldn't be. The place was absolute darkness. Who knew what tortures she would go through in that dark hell? He needed her even more now. Her vulnerability screamed to him. His name sounded through her mind frequently, and he was powerless to help her. What's said is said. He could not undo her refusal of him. Now he could only sit idly and watch as Lumini tortured and raped her.

Castle of Shifting Shadows

Sarah felt blood trickling down between her breasts. A knife was digging into her shoulder. On her side, the liquid trailed down her chest, over and between her breasts, down her stomach. The man had left her that way, wrists and ankles chained to something insubstantial but very cold.

Jareth…. She wept silently at her memories of him. If there was one reason she had never taken a permanent lover, it was out of hope that he would return and claim her as his own once again.

Jareth…. "Goblin King….Goblin King….wherever you may be…." She mutters. "Please take me from this life and-" Something white-hot swung out of the shadows and landed on her stomach. Another shriek tore out of her raw throat at the pain. The heat caused her pale skin to instantly blister and bleed, sealing and opening again over and over. The man was in view again.

"Didn't I tell you not to think of that name again?"