by Mary Auclair
The door to the royal wing opened and she got up, her heart beating hard and fast. Her tall, golden, handsome alien walked into the room. She noticed his fatigue right away. Dark circles bagged under his eyes and worry lines marked his forehead and the corners of his mouth. His normally square shoulders were slumped and he walked with a slow, harassed pace. She hadn’t realized he was so exhausted.
“You waited for me.” One eyebrow rose in surprise. “You shouldn’t have, you look tired.”
“I look tired? You’re barely standing up.” She walked to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Jareth buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent loudly. “I’ve missed you.”
Jareth slid his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back gently, then took possession of her mouth. His kiss was hungry but without the violence of the earlier passion. It felt like a drowning man, holding on to the last rope of his life. Tamsin held to his neck all the more, pushing her body against him, desperate to make him feel her desire to help him, to comfort him. Soon, his lips parted and his tongue tangled with hers. He caressed her tongue and she enjoyed his taste until her lungs screamed for air. They were both out of breath when she pulled back, breaking the kiss.
“You need to eat. Let me take care of you for a change.”
Jareth opened his mouth to protest but closed it before any words could cross his lips. He needed it too much, she could tell. He let her guide him to the table and slumped on a chair while she prepared two plates of the most appealing dishes and soon Jareth was chewing gratefully. Tamsin ate with enthusiasm too, realizing only now how hungry she was. When both of their plates were empty, she got up and filled them again, before eating almost all of hers.
Jareth raised his eyebrow at her but only chuckled as she crammed food into her mouth.
“I waited for you,” she said defensively. “I guess I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”
Jareth rolled his eyes at her with gentle humor and continued to eat from his plate until it was picked clean. He sighed with relief and immediately rubbed his eyes. Now that his stomach was filled, it was obvious his body was screaming for sleep.
Tamsin rose and took his hand to pull him toward the bedroom, and the bed. He smiled but it was a sad smile. She knew he was too tired to pleasure her until she screamed like he’d done every other time he’d made love to her. This time, it was her turn to take care of him. She waited until he was nearly at the bed, then gently pushed him until he lay back on the mattress, his long body splayed over the covers. She kept her eyes locked on his while she tugged on his pants. Jareth studied her, his gaze never leaving her as she undressed him. Fatigue gave way to hunger in his eyes as he watched.
His cock sprang out of his pants, straight and at attention, brushing on her cheek as she lowered herself down over him. With a quick tug, she freed his long, muscular legs and threw his pants in a corner. She fastened her hungry eyes on his arousal, standing proud of his body. It begged for her attention.
Tamsin crawled over Jareth’s long body and stopped just over his erection. His cock twitched under her stare. She lifted her gaze and saw Jareth looking at her with wide eyes, his chest heaving up and down in fast, shallow breaths. His face was a war zone of desire and restraint. She tore her gaze from his face and returned her attention to his cock. The skin on his shaft was tense and veins ran along its length, pulsing with each heartbeat. She started by wetting her fingertips in her mouth, then ran them along his rock-hard length. Jareth responded by jamming his head back on the pillow, his back arching in an instinctive motion. She ran her fingers along his length a few more times, and on her final glide, reached all the way to his tight balls. His skin shivered under her touch.
She bent and with a flick of her tongue, licked the tip of his cock. Jareth inhaled sharply at the contact. Without pausing, she took the thick shaft between her fingers to steady it, then closed her lips over its tip, running her tongue along the soft skin until a slick liquid registered on her taste buds. She sucked more greedily and was rewarded with more of the fluid.
Jareth’s hands closed on her hair and his already rigid cock turned as hard as steel in her mouth. His hips began to twitch, pushing his length deeper inside her mouth as his pleasure built. Tamsin took him as far as she could and accelerated the rhythm with her hands. Jareth’s breath came in a fast, irregular pattern. She knew he was close to coming and still she teased his pulsating cock with her mouth and hands.
Jareth’s hands clenched on her head and he pushed, forcing his cock deeper down her throat. She knew he needed release badly, and as much as she wanted to make this slow torture last, she decided to hasten his pleasure. Giving way to a sudden impulse, she closed her teeth around the swollen head of his cock, gently applying pressure. She was rewarded by Jareth’s intake sharp of breath as he became motionless under her control. Maintaining her hold on his cock with her teeth, she flicked her tongue at the tip of his bulging cock in an ever-increasing rhythm. Tamsin used her hands to caress the length of his shaft, reaching all the way to the sac of his balls before going up again. Jareth’s hands crisped in her long hair and he moaned with pleasure as the unfamiliar sensations mounted. His voice boomed over her head in a cry of pleasure as the taste of his cum spurted on her tongue. She swallowed each drop voraciously until Jareth’s fingers let go of her hair and fell slackly onto the mattress.
“This was incredible.” Jareth’s voice was subdued and she could hear sleep creep upon him in the aftermath of the pleasure. “Let me do the same for you.”
“There’s no need.” She smiled at him, even though she was more aroused than she could express. “Sleep. There will be time to make love tomorrow.”
Jareth answered something but it was unintelligible. His head relaxed on the pillow and he was asleep before she could crawl to his side. She stared at his handsome face, with its smooth, golden skin and full, inviting lips. The love that filled her was a shock, even to her. This might not be what she’d planned, but there it was. Jareth was the man for her, the man she wanted to spend every night of her life sleeping with. He was hers and she would fight for him if she had to.
Tamsin struggled with the covers and finally wrapped the both of them under the soft fabric. Sleep came easily for the first time in weeks as she molded her body to Jareth’s.
What felt like moments later, Tamsin woke up in the middle of the night with hands molding her breasts and a hard cock pressing against her back. She moaned softly as a large hand let go of her left breast and traced down her body to cup her pussy. A bolt of pleasure ran along her flesh, bringing a rush of desire in its wake. A large finger pushed inside her folds and found moisture near the entrance, then spread it toward her clit. She started to move against the fingers and the motion made her back rub against the hard cock behind her. Feeling so much hot, hard flesh inflamed her even more and she spread her legs wider to give Jareth’s fingers more space to work.
The fingers started to tap in a slow, circular motion and soon her clit swelled with sensations. Jareth’s hot breath caressed the skin on the nape of her neck. As his fingers taunted her, a flood of desire wet her folds. Her body was screaming for his flesh, to feel him inside her, filling her until she felt as if she was going to explode.
Jareth slid his hand away from her breast and slowly, wickedly, slid one thick finger deep inside her pussy. He kept up his massaging of her clit with his other hand, filling her whole body with delicious sensation. Tamsin was unable to stifle the sound of pleasure that escaped her lips. The sound seemed to give Jareth a surge of desire and he grabbed her thighs, his hands leaving her pussy. Tamsin groaned in protest as the sensations halted, but Jareth was deaf to her protests.
With a formidable display of strength, Jareth flipped over onto his back and grabbed her by her hips, then lifted her so she stood right over his head. She marveled at his impressive prowess as he took the time to look at her pussy from his perfect vantage point.
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“You are the beautiful one,” she answered, looking down into his perfect molten-sapphire eyes.
Jareth smiled and lowered her slowly so she hovered over his face, with a knee on each side of his head, but not touching the mattress. Before she could summon the spirit to say anything, his mouth was on her pussy, licking and sucking at the fluids as if it was the best arcania juice. She moaned and cried in delight, totally powerless in that position to do anything more than feel the wonderful pleasure that was Jareth’s mouth. Her clit throbbed and swirled in a hurricane of delight and it only made the emptiness between her walls more intolerable. She wanted him inside, his huge, hard length pounding her.
As if he read her mind, Jareth slid his tongue lower, until it entered her. He used it to probe and fuck her, sliding it in and out in an increasingly fast rhythm. Tamsin fought the hold of his hands on her hips and he lowered her until she sat right over his head, a knee on either side of his face. Immediately, his tongue left her entrance and latched on to her clit again, sucking and licking the hypersensitized flesh. A large finger reached between her thighs and slid back inside her pussy, filling her. Tamsin cried in pleasure and her hips started to move up and down against his movement, forcing his finger deeper inside her body, as he kept up his tormenting sucking and licking on her clit. She felt her pleasure building and swelling, like lava held by a thin layer of solid rock.
Then Jareth slid a second digit inside her walls and in a few pumps of his fingers, her orgasm blindsided her, wiping clear anything she thought she knew in the world. She cried out Jareth’s name as the flood hit her, again and again until her breath was short and her skin burnt with heat. When pleasure turned to pain, she moved away from his mouth and collapsed on him, her head in the nook of his neck. She was done for, exhausted.
Jareth gave her some time to recover, then lifted her chin with his large hand.
“This was incredible,” she said between two short breaths. “Do you want me to go down on you again?”
“No,” he said. “What you did last night was the most mind-shattering experience of my life, but right now, I need to be inside you, as deep as I can reach.”
She kept her eyes locked onto Jareth’s as he lowered her on her back. He rolled over her body, spreading her thighs with his knees and lowering his hips until his cock pressed against the wetness of her entrance. Holding on to her last reserves of wits, Tamsin pushed his chest with both her hands, stopping him in his tracks.
“No!” Tamsin gave him a wicked smile. “Lie on your back for me.”
Jareth stared at her with confusion-filled eyes but nodded. He released her thighs, then laid his large body on the bed, his gaze fixed on her, steady and curious. He was giving her full power over what was to come and he knew it. Without pausing, Tamsin straddled him just above his hips, straightening up. Jareth’s blazing blue eyes locked on her body and she brought her hands to her breasts, played with them until the nipples hardened and the skin pulled, making them tender and round. Jareth watched with hunger in his eyes, his intense gaze taking in every inch of her bared body.
“Don’t move,” she whispered. “This time, it’s my turn to lead.”
Tamsin held her weight on her knees and lowered her hips on Jareth’s body until she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of her waiting pussy. She paused, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. She slowly lowered herself, her soaking-wet channel stretching to accommodate his length, groaning as Jareth’s shaft sent a wave of sensation all the way through her brain. Tamsin moaned in pleasure when she was finally fully impaled on Jareth’s strong, hard cock and there was no more of him to take in, try as she might. Jareth answered by fisting the sheet on each side of her knees. His eyes glowed a dark midnight-blue, almost black with hunger and pleasure. She knew he wanted nothing more but to take control and pound into her with all his passion, but he did as she said and kept still, submitting to her will.
Locking eyes with him, she began to move slowly, rocking her body forward and backward, pulling him out just a few inches before thrusting in again. As she began to move, her clit rubbed against his hot, hard shaft, making her moan in delight as pleasure built anew inside her. She continued her slow torture, maintaining her pace as the sensations built to new heights. She knew they could both come in a flash if only she increased the pace or pushed harder, but she didn’t. Her walls were stretched to their limits while she sank up and down his steel-hard cock, sending waves of sensation to her core. Jareth’s mouth was open and his head pushed back into the mattress, his eyes squinted shut.
“I want to come so hard it hurts,” Jareth said through clenched teeth. “Please, I can’t take any more.”
Jareth thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock harder and deeper inside her, while she pushed against him. His hands let go of the sheets and grabbed her breasts but she pushed them down, over his head in the same helpless position he’d held her before.
“Soon, but not just yet.”
Jareth breathed hard and she could feel his ever-present control slipping away under the intensity of the sensations. Tamsin continued moving, just a little faster, brushing her clit against his shaft, unable to resist the pull of the pleasure. Jareth’s hands suddenly left their position and grabbed her hips, forcing her up and down on his cock as his own pleasure drove him to wildness. A large, rough thumb found her clit and pressed.
The orgasm exploded, brutal and merciless. Tamsin cried out, surrendering to the pleasure engulfing every pore of her body. A second later, Jareth jerked his head back and a shattering growl was dragged from his throat as his own pleasure had him in his grip. Hot spurts of cum released but he continued to push and retreat for a long time, until his pleasure was spent and he let go of her hips to fall back on the pillows behind him.
“I love you.” Tamsin’s voice shook with the remnants of her orgasm.
“I love you too.”
Jareth wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him in such a tender way her eyes watered.
“Will we ever have peace?” Tamsin spoke with her head cradled on his chest and his heart beating right under her ear. “I just want us to be happy.”
“I promise, my love, we will be happy once I can deal with this threat.”
Tamsin fell asleep in his arms and as the world faded away, she knew nothing could touch them as long as they stood together.
Chapter Fourteen
The next morning, Tamsin woke alone. The first sun was just up in the Havlan sky, so she knew it was very early, too early for most of the household to be awake. Jareth should still be sleeping. He’d been so exhausted he would crumble like a dry sandcastle if he didn’t take better care of himself.
In no time, Tamsin got dressed and started toward the door. She was going to drag him back to bed if it was the last thing she did.
She stopped after only a few steps, an intense wave of nausea hitting her like a punch in the stomach, forcing her to steady herself on a low table. Her eyes watered and soon she dry-heaved, the muscles of her stomach contracting to empty themselves of their nonexistent contents. It took a number of deep breaths until she was sure she wouldn’t fall to the floor. Tamsin paused, unsure of the reaction of her own body. Where did this sudden weakness come from? Maybe she was more exhausted than she thought. She stayed where she was and after a series of deep breaths, she felt better.
In a few steps, she was at the door. She yanked it open, only to find herself staring up at Isov’s stern face.
“Let me out. I need to find Jareth.” She flipped her head in what she hoped was her best display of authority. “Your king needs rest.”
“I am under strict orders to keep you safe, my Queen.” Isov looked down on her and she took in his grim features. “You are not to leave the royal wing.”
“Something happened.” Her heart did backflips in her chest. “You have to tell me. Where is Jareth?” When Isov straightened without answering, she added, “Where’s my Ajeno? I have a right
to know.”
Uncertainty flashed in Isov’s face and without thinking, she grabbed his hand. The contact made him jerk but she held him steady even as he tried to pull it away from her. If he wanted to take his hand away, he would have to push her or otherwise be rough with her and somehow, she didn’t think he would. It wasn’t only because Jareth would kill any male that would dare touch or harm her but because, by now, she knew Isov well enough to bet he would never be violent toward a female, even by a gesture as small as pushing her away.
“I need to know he’s okay, Isov.” She put as much intensity in her words as she could, which was a lot. “I would die if something happened to him.”
Isov stopped looking confused and stared at her with an expression she wasn’t sure she read correctly. It was a mix of suspicion and hope. She understood. Isov and Jareth were more than king and captain, they were old friends and Isov truly cared for Jareth’s well-being. He took his time to think about it, then finally spoke.
“There was a security breach a few hours ago but nothing to concern you. Jareth is taking command of the defense maneuvers.”
“Where is he?” She dug her nails into his skin enough to hurt and Isov winced with pain, but she didn’t care. “So help me, I will not relent and I will escape from this room to roam the castle alone if you don’t lead me right to him.”
Isov swallowed a few hard times before pleating his lips together. His brows furrowed and when he opened his mouth, she knew she’d lost her bluff. She wasn’t going to fool him this time around.
“There is no way I’m going to let you out. I’m sorry, but as much as I admire your courage, you’re too precious to endanger.” Isov stared at her with a subdued, softer expression and when he pulled his hand away, she didn’t resist. “You must stay in the royal wing until Jareth tells you it’s safe. He won’t be able to keep his head in the fight if he thinks you’re in danger.”
