Note: Written anonymously for members of the Smut Court, this is the last of the series. Where better to end it than with the Smut Queen?

The Queen's Bath

Jareth sat on his throne, his eyes taking in the bottle that brought such pleasure to him the night before still sitting on the mantle. His eyes fell to the crystal spinning on his fingertips. Once again he was looking for the next woman worthy of his attention. With Christmas close at hand, he had one more that he definitely wanted to savor. The crystal orb flooded with images, his mind seeking just one.

A young woman graced his sight. A smile formed on his thin lips as he watched her closely. the faint sound of water echoed in his mind as she silently lit candles sitting throughout the room. A robe dangled about her body, holding the secrets he wanted to uncover well. Scrutinizing every last detail, he remembered watching her last year, his lust consumed him then and he was sure it would be the same this year. With a grin he was gone, leaving his throne eagerly.

A slight hum fell from her lips as the match lit another wick; the beautifully peaceful light bouncing off the walls. Turning on the water in the bathtub, steam rolled up fogging the room slowly. Adding her bubble bath, she watched as the hot water filled her tub easily. Untying her robe, she slid it from her body gracefully, stepping into her heated bath. Sinking down into the relaxing atmosphere, the water caressed her skin and the candles had just the right ambiance to soothe her tired mind.

Resting her back comfortably against the hard surface, she lifted an arm and blew the bubbles from her palm, imitating Jareth blowing his crystal balls. Chuckling softly, she felt like a kid again, enjoying the quiet time she had now.

Jareth leaned against the wall, watching her with interest. Every small move she made enticed him more and more. The suds just covered her breasts, hiding them from sight. His eyes swept over her body curiously observing every last detail, her burgundy hair highlighted just so in the candlelight.

"Well now Lisa, how's your bath?" his voice cut through the still air smoothly.

"Fine Jareth, and how are you tonight?" she asked, not looking back to him. Picking up a washcloth, she squeezed the water out slowly, letting it run over her skin.

"Last time I saw you wet, Lisa, I dare say I enjoyed it," Jareth said with a grin, stepping closer to the tub.

"I bet you did. Last Christmas, if I'm not mistaken," she replied, blowing bubbles at him and laughing so hard as he flinched away. "Come on Jareth, you aren't afraid of water, are you?"

"Are those bubbles hypo-allergenic? I've got a nasty case of-" he started.

"Don't even go there," she replied hastily, holding her hand up between them.

Jareth smiled, walking near and kneeling down beside her. "I was just going to say rash. What were you thinking?" he asked.

"Doesn't matter, does it?" she replied, picking up the cloth again. "Why don't you go bother someone else Jareth? Go pounce Leelee," she offered, running the cloth down her neck.

Jareth sighed. "She didn't want me this year. Imagine that. I don't get it," he shook his head. He had popped in on Lisa King in an attempt to win her affection but was brutally rebuffed. There was a time when she would jump him rain or shine, but now she never wanted him around.

"Yeah, you sure didn't!" she laughed. "While you're here, wash my back for me toots," she said, tossing the cloth at him and hitting him square in the chest, the cloth leaving a nice wet spot behind. "Sorry," she snickered.

Jareth picked it up. "You will be," he smiled wickedly.

"Promise?" she cackled, leaning up.

Jareth rolled up his sleeves and dipped his hand into the water, bringing the cloth up and lightly touching her back. Rubbing softly, he run his hand down her back, dipping into the water once again. The water running down her skin was so erotic, that he couldn't help his arousal as his length grew hard. Running his hand down her back once again, it circled beneath her arm and sunk between her thighs. A gasp from her made it known that he'd hit the mother lode.

"Oh come on monkey, squeal for me?" he urged as his fingers tempted her tender flesh. The water splashed as she thrashed from his touch. Screaming loudly, her voice echoed off the walls making Jareth smile with satisfaction. My she has great lungs,' he thought wickedly.

"Jareth! Oh my god, stop it....STOP it!" she squealed, grabbing his arm roughly. Through her hysterical giggles, she pulled at his arm. Like every good boy scout knows, you should always have a good anchor no matter where you are...Jareth was no boy scout.

Jareth, caught up in the moment of his squealing Smut Queen Lisa, fell into the tub as a result of her pulling. Falling below the surface, his head shot up quickly; hair matted wet against his head. Spurting water from his mouth, he acted as though she tried to kill him.

"Easy there big fella," she cackled.

Jareth didn't reply. Shaking his hands in midair, he smoothed his hair and wrung it out. "This is not my day," he mumbled.

Lisa laughed. "Sure it is toots, you just have a couple little set backs is all."

Jareth looked at her, his grin widening with the proposition. "Well now Lisa," he began, moving closer, "why don't we take up where I left off before I was so rudely drowned?" he asked, softly, his body within inches of her own.

Lisa shuddered nervously. "Where might that be?" she dared ask.

Jareth's wrist twitched, leaving him naked in her bath. As any predator, he pounced, wrapping his arms around her slick body. Covering her lips with his, he impaled her quickly with a piercing heat consuming him.

Jareth moved, rippling the water around them as he took her steadily; his smooth pace setting her desire in motion as his kisses deepened in intensity. His hands grasped her wrists, pinning them above her head as he drove himself deeper, his manhood rubbing every nerve she had sending waves of fire coursing through her system.

The water intensified his insistent rubbing against her thighs. Moaning in pleasure, Lisa's body took a pounding as he savagely pumped into her. Her mind a dizzying blur of seduction and desire, she moved with each torrid stroke seizing the moment at hand. Jareth's relentless thrusts pushed her over the edge as she came fast and hard. Sensations flooded her body, small at first until they finally over rode all her senses, blowing her away. Her femininity exploded, as though Jareth set off a giant sneeze between her thighs, the pressure of her muscles clenching him tightly was too much to bear. Screaming as she climaxed, the widening urgency to pleasure him to the last filled her as his moans turned primal with a scream of bliss.

Jareth's seed spilled deep within her as he slipped away, his breathing ragged. Laying his head on her chest, her heartbeat filled his ears. The most beautiful sound to grace his ears, the sound of life beating in the chest of a beautiful woman.

"Thanks for another smutty Christmas Jareth," she whispered softly.

"My pleasure Lisa," he replied, kissing her on the cheek softly then disappearing without a trace.

Lisa sank back into the tub, feeling mighty fine. Her hands rubbed the rim, not ready to get out just yet, then a sudden thought struck her. Sitting up, she looked over the side. "God Dammit Jareth! Look at the mess!" she yelled. Sighing in disbelief, she stared at the water that got splashed out in the heat of passion. All that mess for something so... "Ah hell," she muttered, getting out. "I hate cleaning at times," she stated, before getting on with it.

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