Note: Written anonymously for the members of the Smut Court for Christmas. This is fifth in the series.

J's Genie Clare

Jareth spun yet another crystal in search of his next visitor. Spying the young blonde, his mouth watered at the thought of possibilities that he could encounter. Knowing how positively evil this one was, he would take equally evil measure to make her succumb to the pleasures of the flesh. With a smile, he tossed the crystal sending it flying through the air to hit a goblin on the head. Chuckling, Jareth got to his feet to make his lucky listian welcome. Holding a bottle in his hand, a smug smile filled his lips as he proceeded with his plan. She wouldn't know what happened until it was too late.

An instant later, a familiar voice yelled from within the bottle. Tiny as it might have been, the force behind it was staggering. Placing a cork in the top, he silenced her screams for just a brief time until he could figure out how to turn this situation to his advantage.

Inside the bottle, Essy beat her hands against the walls. Infuriated, she couldn't believe that he would be fool enough to do this to her. Standing in the middle of the enclosed space, her anger grew just thinking about what she was wearing. Her blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail with half her hair braided along the base and covered neatly with a jeweled holder, she winced just thinking of the pink harem outfit that barely covered her body. Even the cloth shoes that covered her feet were pink. She hated pink.

The scarves that ran from one side of her jeweled holder down around her neck and back up to fasten on the other side, tickled her neck as she moved. The jewel in her belly button glinted in the soft light and the jeweled string that hung from her bosom tinkled softly. "I'm going to kill him!" she seethed, her voice filling her confined space. Pacing back and forth, she couldn't help but feel like a caged animal ready to rip him to shreds next time he graced her presence.

Essy turned a circle to take in her surroundings. Just as she had feard, there wasn't anything there but a sectional that wrapped completely around the bottle with pillows strung out around it. The walls shimmered as the precious stones that lined them twinkled softly. Deciding that fuming about something she had no control over wasn't in her best interest, she sat down and crossed her legs beneath her. Placing her elbows on her knees, she rested her chin against her fists, her anger still burning deep inside her.

Jareth sat in a chair staring at the bottle on the mantle. With a sly smile, he could just imagine what she was doing right now. His eyes twinkled as he thought of the cute little outfit he chose for his little genie Clare. She had the odd habit of disappearing when he wanted to visit. What better way to have her come to him then? And with this bottle idea, she couldn't run out on him. Yes, she would definately pose a bit of fun, he grinned wickedly as his thoughts ran wild with ideas.

Getting to his feet, he walked toward the mantle, stopping just short of it. Extending his finger, he lightly grazed the outside. Soon, he thought.

Inside, Essy had stretched out as best she could trying to rest. She wanted out of there so bad she could taste it. She heard a soft sound make its way from the top to the bottom of her confinement. Her eyes grew heavy as she drifted off to sleep, wondering what she'd find when she woke up. Her breathing softened, her body lying gingerly upon the cusions unaware that the cork had been pulled.

A cloud of fog appeared as easily as the morning sun. Knowing eyes peered through the darkness as the body became aware of existence. Kneeling beside the sleeping form, Jareth was enchanted by her beauty. Her chest rose, moving with her even breaths, enticing him more by the second. Getting to his feet, he walked across the way and sat down, his eyes not leaving her for one moment. His tongue slipped out over his lips, the anticipation of having her almost too much to bear. He could feel himself growing eager as his manhood hardened, pushing against the restraints of his tights.

A crystal blue eye opened slowly taking in the man across from it. Without certain recognition, it just stared straight ahead until finally the memory clicked. Shooting up quickly, Essy's expression grew fierce. Ready to strike him dead if necessary, a look of utter contempt filled her features.

"Let me out," she commanded, pointing up above to the only entrance noticeable.

"I don't think so," he replied, his hand sliding down across his thigh. "You, dear, are my Genie in a bottle."

"That's not funny!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger.

"Oh? I find it positively amusing," he shot back, eyeing her closely. A slight chuckle fell from his lips as he watched her stalking closer. He could see the anger in her eyes, but it would do her no good. She had yet to realize her predicament.

"What do you want?" she asked angrily, her hands clenched into fists.

"Why, my three wishes of course," he answered.

"What?" she replied, completely confused.

"YOU are MY Genie. You have to give me what I want," he simplified, grinning madly at the thought.

"Don't get your tights in a bunch Jareth. I'll do nothing of the sort!" she replied hastily. Her skin crawled from the looks he was giving her. Gritting her teeth she couldn't take it any longer. She had to get out. Running at him with the thin fabric flowing around her legs, Essy jumped at him, arms outstretched ready to clasp around his neck. All at once, her motion was ceased. "What the hell?" she cursed.

"You can't harm me Clare. It's in the rules," he grinned.

"Rules? Rules?! You no good, big haired freak! What rules?" she hissed unhappily.

Jareth's grin widened. Walking around her, his eyes flowing across every curve of her body, he came to stand in front of her. With a smug air, he leaned in close. "You are mine for a night," he whispered softly in her ear.

"Like hell I am!" she retorted.

"Ah-ah," he grinned. "Clare, loose the jacket," he mused, watching as her hands fingered the pink velvety fabric before slipping if off her shoulders.

"I hate you," she murmured.

"Come now, you'll love me," he grinned.

Essy stood her ground, determined to defy his wishes. His hand slid aross her cheek to grasp the back of her head, pulling her lips closer to his. His warm, velvety lips carressed hers in the gentlest of kisses.

Jareth pulled away from her, though she disagreed with a small groan. When her eyes focused on his, she regained her calm and shrugged the kiss off. "So? Gonna make me, are you?" she asked, seeing where this little adventure of his was heading.

"On the contrary Clare, Genies can not do anything against their wishes such as," he said softly, his breath rasping with desire then continued, "sex. You have to want to do it," he added, smiling like the cat that got the mouse. He could tell that she wanted to, but knew she was far too stubborn to consent just yet.

"I don't see that happening in your future tights," she replied, eyeing him gingerly. Her heart raced as the adreneline rushed through her viens. This would be the perfect opportunity to bring weakness to the Goblin King. Who would know? She wouldn't say a word, and she'd make damn sure he didn't either.

"What?" he asked, his eyes catching her malevolent glances. "What evil plans are you cooking up now, Clare?"

"Oh nothing," she replied sweetly, her eyes telling a different story. "I was just thinking of how to slay you in your sleep is all."

Jareth pulled her flush against him and held her there, his hand slipping behind her. "Now then, does that mean you'll be sleeping beside me this evening?" he asked, his grin widening at the prospect.

"Sleeping? Me? Never," she replied, her hand cupping his bum and giving it a little sqeeze. Her body tensed as his hand found her breast and teased it roughly through the fabric of the little shirt. Her bosom reacted immediately, yearning for such attention as she leaned in to him.

Jareth's mouth covered hers in a heated moment, the passion overtaking them both. The ideal setting, hidden away from prying eyes, those of whom would poke fun. His other hand fingered the scarf around her neck, feeling the softness until finally he ripped it from her body, exposing her tender neck to his hot mouth. Nipping at her neck, he toyed with her, wanting her will to break down until it shattered into a full fledged obsession.

Slipping his hand inside her tight shirt, he massaged her breast, running his fingertips across her nipple enjoying the way she gasped out of shock. Pushing the fabric down her lean body, Jareth's hands immediately cupped her breasts, kneading them roughly as his lips found hers again. Kissing her fiercely, he pinched her nipple between two fingers and rolled it making her groan in agony.

His lips left her mouth, moving southward as her hands entwined in his mane. Licking at her breast, he smiled as she flinced. Moving his tongue around the base of her breast, his mouth suddenly closed upon it, sucking ferociously as his teeth grazed her nipple continuously.

Essy's head flew back as her body succumbed to Jareth's advances. His mouth, passionate and blistering, tortured her with its relentless attack. Completely oblivious to the outside world, she didn't notice him disrobe. As an eye dared open, a lustful naked Jareth stared back, his body screaming to take her in a moment's notice.

Jareth moved his mouth slowly away from her heaving chest downward across her stomach to toy with the jewel that set in her belly button. His tongue snaked out to trace the outline of her as it ran softly over the jewel. Dipping it inside, she breathed deep as his tongue attempted removal but he didn't stop there. Licking across her skin, his hands worked to push down her pants, slowly making her quiver in anticipation.

Jareth grasped her hips, nuzzling against her femine warmth. With a sinister grin, he licked the folds of her delicate flesh, tracing her opening with purpose. Spearing her with his tongue, she fell backwards upon the sectional, her legs widening in pleasure. Jareth assulted her, his tongue moving deep in the most intimate part of her, lapping at the juices that overflowed. His hand moved from her hip to join in the exquisite torture as his fingers teased her fleshed.

Essy cried out in rapture as he continued his foray upon her essence. Her body blazed white hot as the sensations grew stronger than she could bear. Jareth's tongue ran inside her, pleasuring every place that was hidden from the world, making her scream in delight. Her body convulsed as she reached her apex of bliss, sending waves of pleasure streaking through her body in mere seconds.

Jareth prolonged her climax, not releasing her from his torment. Insatiably lapping at her juices, he wanted to be inside her, pushing her to the limit. His own manliness rock hard and solid, waited excruciatingly while she came down from her high. Moving up her trembling body, he brought his weight down upon her, positioning himself; eager to take her fully.

Essy's clouded world became crystal clear as he entered her swift and hard. Arching her back against him, she groaned from his size but urged him deeper. Moving her hips in rhythm with his, she matched his thrusts, each agonizing stroke deepened her hunger for him. Wrapping her legs around him, she took his turbulent penetrations waiting for what was to come.

Jareth rocked his hips fast and hard, his eyes closing against the sublime torture of her body squeezing his. With a grunt, he swiveled his hips midstream, adding to her enjoyment. Grasping her shoulders, he pumped into her savagly making her breasts bob enthusiasically. Dipping his head, he seized her nipple, pulling it with his teeth. His animal desire hieghtened his lust as his deep thrusts set her soaring on a one way ticket to ecstasy.

Essy's muscles siezed his organ, milking him for all she could. The exquisite relief from torture was more than she could bear. Screaming, she felt a thousand pinpoints invade her body as she climaxed; her body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm raged out of control. Fire seared her soul as he exploded deep inside, his spirit taking up residence in her wet depths.

Jareth collapsed, his energy spent. Holding her sweaty body in his arms he smiled softly, his breathing ragged as he kissed her trembling lips softly. "And you say pink isn't your color," he said huskily.

Essy blushed involuntarily from his word. Damn him! Just when she thought she could rise up and slay his scrawney ass, he has to be so charming.

"And what of my wishes?" he asked, still holding her naked body. Grinning madly, he couldn't help but chuckle when she moved away from him.

"What more could you possibly want?" she asked, her voice cracking from the intensity she felt still flowing madly through her. "You have two left," she grinned wickedly, remembering her jacket.

"I want a photograph of you in that darling little costume," he stated, his hand motioning to the scattered clothing on the floor. With a twist of his wrist, Essy found herself dressed again and standing in front of a camera. "Say cheese," he said, snapping the picture quickly. Peeking over the camera, he shook his head. "Now, Clare really. Do you think I need a picture of your middle finger?"

"I hate you," she shot back.

Jareth grinned. "Now for my final wish. Are you game?" his voice questioned with a hint of amusement.

"Get it over with Jareth," she bit out.

"You will return to this bottle every year henceforth at this time for...shall we say a little recreation?" he smiled.

"You're going to live to regret this," she warned, gritting her teeth.

"I don't doubt it a bit," he replied, sending her back home.

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