Warning! This is a graphic story. It contains material which may be unsuitable for young readers. Use your own discretion, and please don't pubically flame if you don't enjoy. I *adore* getting private flames, though, because I like to know who my enemies are. *g* That's right, if you send comments to me, I'll pass on the nice ones to the author.

The author - we'll call her SWDWTBK (for She Who Doesn't Wish To Be Known) - does not own the character of Jareth. We make no profit off this story, and it is done purely for *entertainment* purposes.

Around the Corner 1/1

Walking down the dark hallway, you hear faint footsteps coming from behind you. Startled, you glance behind you to see nothing. Shaking the dread from your senses, you continue down the hallway only to be met with the same haunting footsteps only closer, or so they seem.

Picking up your pace, you try to get far ahead of the sounds, only to hear them increase their speed. Feeling your heart flutter in your chest, you can't help the fear you feel deep down inside. You glide around the corner and hit a solid chest with your nose. Falling backwards, a hand grasps your arm and steadies your balance. Your eyes take in the form standing in front of you and gasp at the sight.

Shimmering blonde hair wafts gently around a strong face. A pleasant smile lights up his face as his mysterious eyes sparkle with a hidden purpose. He takes your hand and leads you silently down the hallway.

You know that he had shown up at just the right time again. *He seems to do that quite often,* you think to yourself, knowing that the footsteps are still back there, lingering in the shadows. Walking beside him, you feel safe, and smile. He catches your smile, smiling back with the most incredible smile you have ever seen, making your knees grow weak.

Coming to a stop, he pushes a door open and flicks the switch, illuminating the room in a soft white light. Stepping back, he motions you on in. You never move. Instead, you stand there gazing into the beauty that is the Goblin King.

"You need your rest," he says softly, lightly touching your cheek. His eyes seem to take in your very being as you stand there quietly.

You reach up a gentle hand and swipe the hair from his brow. Sliding your fingers down his cheek, you feel him tense beneath your touch. You draw his lips to yours and kiss them softly, slowly moving your hands around his back.

Jareth pulls away, knowing exactly where this is leading. "You mustn't do that unless you intend on dealing with the consequences, my dear," he states simply, his eyes dancing wildly over your form.

"Do you think me a child?" you ask softly, running your fingertips down his arm. You feel him shudder.

"No, of course not," he replies, his tone soft and soothing.

"Good. Because I am not a child, Jareth," you state, taking a step toward your room. A hand catches your arm and you are pulled into his embrace, his luscious lips closing down over yours. Your back hits the wall as he presses against you. His tongue claims yours, and you feel yourself giving into his desires.

Pushing him back away from you, a faint smile crosses your face. You walk into the room and glance back over your shoulder to see him watching you. Turning slightly, you give him a come hither look, and grin as he slowly saunters through the door. You watch him closely as he pushes the door closed then his eyes lock on yours. The intensity of his stare if far more than you could imagine.

Jareth slowly walks over to you, a soft smile upon his face, and seeks your lips with his. Once again, he kisses you relentlessly, wanting more. Pressing against you once again, his hunger for you is apparent as his manhood rubs against you though the fabric of his tights.

Again you pull away, teasing him to the fullest extent. You can see his lust for you written throughout his features and smile at knowing what effect you have on him. He comes to you once again, but you stop him abruptly with a mischievous smile playing upon your lips.

"Don't tease me," he says, his voice rough. He reaches out to touch your cheek but you catch his hand. Pulling it to your breast, you look up into his incredible eyes and hope he knows just how much he means to you. He starts to speak again, but you place a single finger to his lips.

You slowly unbutton his shirt, all the while his eyes engulf your form, ready to devour you at a moments notice. Slipping it from his strong shoulders, you run your hands across his chest sending shivers of electricity coursing through his body. Moving around behind him, your hands trailing softly across his inflamed skin, you lightly touch your lips to his back as your hands grasp the band of his tights. Slowly releasing his manhood, you inch his tights slowly down his legs until finally he is standing there naked and eagerly awaiting your next move.

Taking his hands in yours, you lead him seductively to the bed. You gently push against his chest, sitting him down upon the covers. Still standing, you motion for him to stretch out and make himself comfortable. Watching his anticipation grow, you slowly lift your hands to the buttons on your shirt. Undoing them one by one, as slowly as possible, you can see him watching your every move, your every breath. Slipping the garment from your form, you slowly remove your next article of clothing, slowly torturing Jareth with each passing moment.

As your last piece of clothing hits the floor softly, you see him hold his hand out to you. You saunter closer, your eyes running up and down the length of his luscious body. Taking his hand, you slowly crawl upon the bed only to straddle his hips. Jareth grabs your hips as you bend down and kiss his hungry lips.

Pulling from him, you move subtly, and grasp his manhood. Stroking him from the base to the tip, you hear him moan beneath your touch. Cupping his jewels, you smile as you take him into your mouth, working your tongue back and forth. You can feel him stiffen, and you slowly pull away, much to his dismay. Straddling his hips once more, you impale yourself upon his rod, sinking him deep within your depths. You feel his hands cup your breasts as you begin to move upon him. Moving up and down his manhood, you hear him moan as you pick up momentum.

Jareth drops his hands to your hips, pulling you closer as he raises his hips in an attempt to push himself deeper within you. His animal lust consuming you, he pulls you flat to his chest and rolls you over onto your back. Thrusting himself into you, he runs his hands over your body now in complete control. Grasping your arms, he holds you down as his rod takes you to the limit. Pumping into you with such force, his lips seize yours fiercely, devouring your very breath. Raising your hips to match his strokes, you feel yourself climbing higher on the wings of passion. Each passing second brings you one step closer to ultimate bliss. The throbbing between your thighs is much more than you can handle. You feel your body convulse beneath him as your muscles contract. The pressure builds until it can't be contained any longer. An explosion sets off waves of fire throughout your body as you succumb to ultimate rapture. Jareth reaches his peak and cries out in pleasure as his fluid discharges deep within you, as your bodies become one.

Collapsing on your chest, his breath ragged, Jareth looks down at you with a soft smile upon his lips. Brushing your damp hair from your face, he lightly brushes your lips with his, content with just having you near him. Wrapping your bodies amongst the covers, you drift lazily off to sleep held by the Goblin King.