Note: written anonymously for the Smut Court, random christmas smut fics. This is the third posting.

J's Selah

Jareth glanced at the sleeping form of the next listian who he had wanted to have for the longest time. He knew that no matter how much she hid it, she wanted him as well. Though she was definitely worthy of him. He smiled softly knowing that for one night their mutual attraction shall follow them to their dreams.

Having plucked her from her warm bed, he brought her here to his castle. Where better for a little fun? He looked her over appreciatively. The fishnet draped over her shoulders just barely covering her breasts enticed him. His eyes moved downward across her belly, his smile widening with each passing moment. Over her hips, lower still until his eyes reached her ankles, showing the ending of the exotic costume that was held together by mere strands of thin chain. The sides were completely open showing the skin he waited to touch. The very sight of her like this inflamed him as he licked his lips in anticipation. Just wait until she wakes up', he thought to himself with a smirk. In his hands he held a golden chain that ran across the bed and up to the collar that was fastened around her neck. Oh this will most certainly be intriguing', he thought as his gaze ran the full length of her yet again.

Selah lay gently across the bed, grasping the covers with her hands and pulling them close to snuggle. Slowly stretching her body, she stifled a soft yawn as her eyes slowly opened to see a pair of eyes staring back. Startled, she sat up quickly noticing a slight breeze and immediately looked down and screamed.

What the hell am I wearing?! Jareth! What did you do?!" she screamed, half in horror the other half disbelief.

"Would you calm down?" he smiled, twirling the chain in his hand.

Selah's eyes settled on the chain in his hand and traveled the distance back to her neck. "Damn you Jareth! Get this thing off of me!" she ordered, pulling at it in a failed attempt to remove it herself.

Jareth smiled, taking a step closer. "Now Selah, I thought you'd like your attire. Very much the Star Wars influence, don't you think?" he replied smoothly, his eyes ravaging her body.

"You think Oola's costume is my idea of fun? It's drafty!" she exclaimed as a shiver run through her. His eyes were watching her too closely. "If I have to wear this, then I demand you wear something Star Wars too."

"You're joking?" he scoffed.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" she asked, her eyes staring at him. "I think you should wear..." she started, pausing slightly to look him over. Suddenly she laughed as she envisioned him in Luke Skywalker's poncho and nothing else. She could tell he knew what she was thinking right away by the stern look he was giving her.

"No," he said seriously.

"Oh come on Jareth. You started this," she pouted.

"Yes, and I'm going to finish this discussion," he shot back, not at all pleased with the prospect of letting it all hang out.

"And you wonder why I divorced you," she retorted.

"Let's not trudge that up again," he answered.

"Why not? You never did anything I asked, except when it would benefit you of course," she threw back, her gaze just asking him to defy her.

"Oh alright," he conceded. "Why the bloody hell you ask such things?" he said as he changed his attire to please her. There he stood in all his glory, naked in a poncho. "There, happy now?" he asked sarcastically.

"I'd be happier if the right man was in that poncho, but I suppose you'll have to do," she replied, looking him over and stifling a laugh.

Jareth gave the chain a gentle yank. "I've always wanted a pet," he grinned.

"I'm not a puppy," she retorted.

"No? I bet I can make you bark," he replied sultrily.

"I'm not making any bets with a naked man in a poncho," she shot back, snickering at his appearance.

"Let's not forget who's idea this was. Tis the season of giving, is it not?" he asked, his eyes staring back at her with such intensity she had to look away.

A gloved finger slid under her chin to raise her head and look at him. A soft smile on his lips showed no trace of malice and that shocked her. She half expected to see someone watching, taking down notes of her demise. But there was no one. Just she and Jareth. A sudden realization struck her but she had no time to react. Jareth's lips found hers quickly, silencing any objections in an instant.

His warm lips, strong and sensual, made her mouth feel alive. His tongue slipped between her lips to entwine with her own, stimulating every muscle in her body. His right hand traced the curve of her face, while his other hand slipped behind her back as she leaned into him. She groaned softly against his lips. It had been a long time, but she remembered this. She remembered his kiss.

Jareth trailed his hand across her chin and lightly down her neck, his kiss deepening. Trailing over the fishnet that hid just enough of her body to make the adventure of finding it peak his interest, his hand came to rest on her breast. Fingertips slipping through the holes, they found their destination, gently grasping her hardened nipple and teasing it delicately. His hand tenderly pressed against her massaging softly, easily pulled forth a moan of pleasure from her throat.

Selah was lost in the delight that filled her as Jareth took his time to advance further. She knew there was no hope of backing out now. She desperately wanted to be happy, but so much always stood in the way. Here was Jareth, offering nothing but a night of love and passion. Everyone's dream come true, but for those who knew Jareth it wasn't such an odd thing. He knew what buttons to push to get her to do as he liked. She just wouldn't admit it.

Jareth unfastened the neckline to let it slip softly from her shoulders and expose her luscious breasts to his eyes. With a wicked smile, his head dipped down to gently nip at her pert nipple. Hearing her gasp only made him continue and take her breast into his mouth, softly pleasuring her. His hand massaged the other in return. She felt so good to him that he wanted more. His forgotten hand trailed down her stomach, over her belly button until it rested on her hip.

Selah weaved her fingers through his hair, her pleasure knowing no boundaries. She was faintly aware of the chain clinking softly as Jareth's hand bound it to the headboard with his magic to ensure she couldn't run. His lips moved along the silent journey leading to the enchanted bliss that she would soon discover.

Jareth's hands on her thighs, he smiled as he moved over her, his lips descending down the inside of her leg. Feeling her quake with anticipation, he carefully grasped the fabric and pulled it down her body slowly, his eyes taking in every curve and inch of her body. His eyes twinkled mischievously as his gaze lingered a few seconds too long over her dark mass. With a wicked grin, he tossed the fishnet aside and smiled.

"And you said pink wasn't your color," he smiled mischievously, watching her body blush a deeper tint almost approaching red. "Dare I say I like it?" he asked, bending over her. The poncho hung down and brushed against her skin sending a shock wave of feeling running through her body.

Selah grabbed the poncho, pulling Jareth down to her. Sliding her arms beneath it, her hands traced the curve of his buttocks causing him to twitch. Pulling him closer, her lips seized his in a scandalous kiss that would burn down any house. Her hands squeezed his bum, enjoying the temptation at hand.

Jareth pulled his lips away, lightly kissing her forehead. Looking back at her, he snickered as he grasped the chain. "Can't get away my pet," he whispered, his hot breath tickling her ear.

"Yeah?" she countered, pinching his bum. "Who said I wanted to?" she asked, sliding her hand around him and grasping his length. Smiling widely at the look of shock that filled his face, she couldn't suppress a laugh. "But you can't get away either. Unless you want to lose your best friend down there," she cackled, tugging his personal chain.

Jareth's eyes slid shut as her tugging turned into stroking. Running her hand over the pulsating muscle brought moans from the goblin king. Working his shaft from the base to the head and back again enslaved him to her will. Cupping his jewels with her other hands, she worked her own special magic on Jareth intending to make it a night he would not likely forget. Her hazel eyes focused on the poncho and what lie beneath in the undiscovered underground of Jareth's territory. She brought him pleasure with her feisty touch, that much she knew. Jareth erupted in bliss, his voice going ragged with excitement as Selah set back and smiled.

Grabbing the collar around her neck, she fingered the chain delicately and gave it a gentle tug. Finding that she was bound there by this ingenious invention of his, she figured she may as well go for the whole kit and caboodle. Her hands took hold of the poncho, slowly lifting it up to reveal Jareth's enlarged manhood staring back at her. Pulling it over his head, she tossed it aside with a snicker.

"Think you can handle my insatiable lust?" she smiled.

"I can handle that and a whole lot more," he purred, his hand brushing the side of her cheek. He kissed her again, settling her softly on her back. His hands caressed her skin with such ease as he slowly made his way down her body. His tongue slid over her skin, sending shivers coursing through her at the mere touch.

Selah's eyes followed the golden tresses' retreat. Her mind in a whirl, her eyes grew wide as he smiled wickedly just before his head disappeared between her legs. Uncertain of what to expect, she waited silently, her breaths shallow.

Jareth's tongue snaked out to lightly trace her opening. Smiling when she flinched, he grasped her hips tightly as he ran his tongue the full length of her, exploring the folds of delicate flesh. Nipping at her tender skin, Jareth wrapped his tongue around the bundle of nerves that caused Selah to jump in surprise and delight. Selah screamed out in rapture as Jareth's mouth clamped down over her femininity, sucking the sweetness from her savagely.

Selah lost herself in the moment, the fire that consumed her took control of her senses as Jareth took her higher than ever before. Her body obeyed his every whim though she fought to remain in control of the losing battle. Heat flashed through her as spasms wracked her body. Selah screamed in pure passion as her body exploded in a single instant.

Slowly coming back to reality from her realm of bliss, she found Jareth watching her, his eyes locked on hers. His smoldering gaze held her attention as he slid into her, sinking deep within her depths. Pulling his body close, she breathed in his scent and kissed his lips, catching his lower lip with her teeth and tugging it playfully.

Jareth moved, stimulating her senses in the process. His chest rubbing against her breasts creating a flow of desire between them, he settled into a slow seductive pace wanting to prolong her pleasure. His lips touched her lips, sensuously taking her breath away. Moving with the utmost precision, he swiveled his hips to give her that added bonus. Her back arched moving her into his grasp. Holding her tightly, he stilled himself waiting for the right time to strike.

Selah felt his arms around her and his body stall. What was he waiting for? Wanting him to continue, she bucked her hips hoping to initiate movement. The silence was deafening but intriguing at the same time. His heartbeat called out to her over the buzzing in her head, giving her a special feeling. The king was human, his heart bared for all who dare love him. Kissing his chest, she gasped as he finally moved once again.

Jareth moved with an agenda all his own, his throbbing manhood taking control as his heightened perceptions fed his frenzy. Once slow and progressive, his thrusts were now bold and determined. He was determined to give her the ultimate high. Plunging deeply, he hit her sensitive spot, sending her screaming in ecstasy. Again and again he ravaged her body, knowing that all she needed was a small push to send her screaming over the edge. Her muscles clenched him tightly as he groaned, his essence spilling deep within her fiery depths.

Jareth held her sweaty body close, his energy spent. A soft smile crossed his features as he watched the woman in his arms. Though she thought herself strong, he knew he wore her out. When her eyes closed slowly, he kissed her forehead softly.

"Remember this night Selah. Tonight I had the lightsaber you so desperately wanted," he whispered softly, amused by his choice of words. With a wave of his hand, he sent her back home, safe and sound in her own bed. Though he did give her one last little gift as a surprise.

Selah awoke stretching and smiling, her thoughts flooding with the utter peace she felt. Sitting up slowly, she had the faintest feeling of de-javu. A light clinking caught her attention making her look down.

"Dammit Jareth! Why me?!" she called out, seeing the same slinky fabric barely covering her body. With a smile, she tugged at the chain. Just her luck, it was going to be hard explaining something like this to her roomie. Falling back onto the bed, she wouldn't think about that now. She was in too good of a mood to bother.

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