Note: Written anonymously for memebers of the Smut Court. This is the sixth in the series.

J's Fairy

Jareth thought over the recent activities that he'd experienced lately. The Members of the Smut Court were all falling to him one by one. Though he knew a few wouldn't, there were still a couple of them left that he had to have. The question now arose, who should he choose next?

Visiting some of the others had his ego running wild, as though he couldn't be turned down until he showed up to one. "That goody-goody doesn't know what she missed," he ranted, knowing that she preferred Jedi to Fae any day. "Didn't seem to bother Selah any," he grinned, pushing his recent failure to the back of his mind.

Spinning the crystal lightly on his fingertips, colors twirling softly over the smooth surface, images once again filled the orb. His eyes took in the familiar image of the youngest woman of thecourt. A soft smile crossed his features as he watched her working hard at her school work.

"Looks like my little Fairy needs a break," he whispered, his eyes lingering. A snap of his fingers later, the crystal was gone and Fairy stood wide eyed staring back at him. His eyes traveled across her body, now clad in a snug fitting black gown with an intimidating neckline. His thoughts burned through his body, but yet he resisted the urge to rip her dress off right then and there. She wouldn't want it that way.

"To what do I owe this unexpected surprise to Jareth?" she asked, looking around the room.

"I just thought you might like to take a break Allison," he said, smiling when he noticed her glare. "I know. You detest your full name, but it's beautiful Allie, just like you," he said, his eyes dancing across her features.

Fairy looked across the candle sitting in the center of a small table. With a smile, she noted the peach soda sitting beside her. This one little detail warmed her that he would take the time for such a little thing knowing it would please her. Her thoughts drifted slowly as her eyes fell on his hidden form. What was he hiding beneath that cloak?

"Sit, take some time to relax dear," he stated, ushering her to a seat. Handing her a glass of peach soda, he smiled softly holding his glass up in return, the gentle clink of crystal filling the air. He watched her sip her soda, reluctantly wanting to be home. He would have to change that; he would try harder. He went to great lengths for the others, he most certainly would do anything for his Fairybite.

"How long am I stuck here Jareth? I have things to do," she asked, taking another sip of her soda. The sparkling fluid eased her troubled mind. So much going on in her life, she just wanted a little time to breathe.

"As long as it takes," he retorted, stepping up next to her. He looked down at her, noticing how her hair had darkened since she cut it short.

"Takes for what?" she asked, setting the glass down, and toying with a loose thread.

"Don't," he stated, kneeling at her side. "Allow me," he said, taking the thread in his fingers and giving it a gentle tug snapping it softly. Looking at her, his heart beat a thousand times over for just one chance to make her happy. Reaching a gloved hand forward, he touched her cheek, dragging it slowly down to rest her chin between his fingertips.

"Jareth, I-" Fairy whispered, her voice wavering softly with nervousness. Her body tingled from his touch, and she was sure she knew where he was going.

"Shh..." he replied, his voice barely audible as his lips lightly brushed hers.

Fairy let out the breath she'd been holding. The warmth of his lips wasn't something she so desperately wanted, but they seemed to burn into hers with a passion all their own. She felt dizzy as the kiss deepened, bringing about a deep yearning she hid from the world. Never thinking she could be loved for herself, she hid her emotions from most everyone. Now here was Jareth, expecting nothing, but showing her that she was desirable; that she could be loved for who she was and nothing more.

She felt his hand wrap around her back, gently pulling the zipper of her dress downward. As Jareth's lips touched her shoulder, she gasped in uncertainty. What was she doing? That thought was lost as her dress flowed down her arms to land about her waist, leaving her open for Jareth's advance.

Jareth moved his lips over her skin, searing a blazing trail across her body. His hands found her breasts, slowly bringing his fingertips to graze her nipple. Jareth captured her lips once again, teasing them open with his tongue and slipping it inside. His hands massaged her breasts, showing her pleasures she'd longed for. Her fingers run through his hair, stimulating his desire even more. Getting to his feet, he lifted her effortlessly, her dress slipping from her body and pooling into a mass on the floor at his feet. Sitting her down on the table, he captured her lips yet again, wanting her more than ever.

Enticing her backwards, he lay her out across the table, her knees bending over the edge to leaver her feet dangling. Bending over her, his lips left her mouth, moving southward until he reached her essence. Trailing his finger over her opening, he smiled when she gasped for air. His head disappeared between her thighs sending her screaming in pleasure as his tongue pierced her quickly.

Working his tongue expertly, Jareth maneuvered a hand to hold her steady as he continued his assault on her femininity. His other hand slid across her hips to find her mound . Teasing the tender skin, Jareth's fingers explored her jewel adding to the heightening rapture that enraged Fairy's body.

Fairy lay there, her body flooding with elation as Jareth's tongue worked it's magic. She was on fire, but the flaming desire to have him didn't stop even as she rose above the extreme consciousness that only an orgasm can create. Her soft moans turned into cries of bliss as she exploded into the depths of her soul, hitting the invisible wall of passion.

Fairy slowly opened her eyes to see Jareth looking back at her. A smile crossed her face as she reached out for him. Grasping the clasp on his cloak, she snapped it quickly to show Jareth's bare body beneath wearing not a stitch of clothing. Her eyes flitted across his body taking in his manhood already stiff and waiting patiently.

"Not too eager are you?" she gasped, the effects of her orgasm still filling her.

Jareth grinned and shook his head, bringing himself down upon her. Grasping her shoulders, he took her in one swift, wet thrust. Moving slowly, he kissed her lips deeply, his thrusts slow and even. Picking up speed, Jareth's rod rubbed and pushed against her sending shocks of electricity flowing through her body from the tip of her head clear down to her toes.

Writhing beneath him, she knew she couldn't hold out for long. Arching her back, she met his torturous thrusts that sent her whirling into the zenith of bliss. The fire invaded her soul as it took her over, seizing the moment of ultimate pleasure and holding her hostage until it dared let her fall over the edge of ecstasy and into oblivion.

Jareth followed her into the heights of passion until he exploded within her, sending his essence flowing into the unknown deep within her. Holding her body close, her heartbeat filled his ears. Knowing he would have to relinquish her back from whence she came, he kissed her softly and sent her back to the comforts of her own bed.

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