Opal's Dream

I do not own Jareth.

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"Me and me will be hanging out with the dream king..."

-"Tear In Your Hand", by Tori Amos

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    I climbed into bed, turned out the light, and snuggled in. Soon I was fast asleep...

*****

    I blinked and looked around me. At first glance, I appeared to be in some sort of forest. However, upon further inspection, I realized that it was a veritable jungle of satin and fur, of blankets and pillows and cushions. There was a sweet but faint scent of peaches in the air. Romantic music played in the background. It was all very realistic.

    I walked slowly through the place. I knew where this was heading, and I was determined to prevent it. I tried to hide in a little thicket of cushions with a blanket roof over it...

    ...Only to trip over something and land flat on my face. I looked up to see, directly before my eyes, a pair of black high-heeled boots. Shuddering with something akin to terror, my gaze traveled up the betighted, muscled legs- careful to skirt around the bulge at the crotch- up the beautiful, *bare* white chest with its silver pendant, to the wild shock of blond hair and the perfect elfin face. My eyes looked directly into the two mismatched ones, which were giving me a look to make strong women weak, and weak women faint. I'm pretty weak.

*****

    The next thing I knew, I was laying in a bed of satin pillows, there in that alcove. For the first time I noticed my clothing. I wore a simple, unadorned white shift that was waif-like and somewhat see-through. Jareth was lounging less than a foot away, his head propped up on one fist, watching me intensely. He wore only his stonewashed tights.

    I took one look at him and realized that I was breathing harder. I made a desperate attempt to calm myself internally, then cautiously began to get to my feet... only to find that I could not. As I began to pick myself up, Jareth gestured lazily and I found that I could not do more than sit up and move around this little nest. I turned fearful, apprehensive eyes on the goblin king.

    He grinned, flashing those teeth at me, all seduction. I shuddered and opened my mouth.

    "Jareth, what are you-" Blushing at the low, breathy pitch of my voice, I cleared my throat and squeaked out, "doing?!"

    He only smiled again, before moving gracefully towards me. I found myself backing away until I hit a wall, where I stopped. I opened my mouth again.

    "Hush, my little Opal..." He covered my mouth with his.

    I could not help it. I melted into his kiss. I was drawn in by his eyes, his lips- his presence, so close. I breathed in the delicate, slightly intoxicating peach scent of him, as his tongue gently entwined with mine, and he embraced me oh-so-seductively. I felt myself beginning to give in.

    He began to suck on my earlobe. "Ohhh... Jareth... don't..." I moaned. In response, his mouth nibbled down my neck. "Oooohhhh oHHHH...!" I clutched him to me. This feeling...

    "..is a good one." That was not me! It was him, in my mind.  "Let it flow through you." I felt him touching it gently with his own, pressing my will to fight back away, and stimulating me emotionally as well as physically.

    He whispered, his voice tickling my ear, "Don't deny me, Opal... you are mine..." His hand found the thin cloth over my nipple and began to massage gently.

    What resistance I had left in me slipped away under his touch like oil. I threw my head back as the shift disappeared under his hands, leaving me in my underwear. He lowered his head and began to suckle at my other nipple like a baby searching for sustenance. I threw my head back and began to moan, wanting him more than ever. He licked around the hardening flesh and I began stroking my hands up and down his bare back to express my pleasure.

    He pulled back slightly, removing his hand and mouth, and I moaned slightly in protest. His face took on a pleased expression as he gazed at my bare body. I was breathless, but recognized a chance to take control. I pushed him backward, landing on top. I could tell by the hardness pressed against my thigh that he enjoyed having an almost-naked, usually shy woman on top of him.

    Smiling myself now, I began stroking my hands lightly over his chest, caressing his collarbone and nipples. I took one of his nipples in my mouth and administered small bites. Being rewarded by his moans, I tried this to the other. He shivered.

    Then, quite suddenly, I grasped the top edge of his tights and pulled. He wore nothing under them.

    My hand began to stroke him. I saw him close his eyes, and slowly bent to take him into my mouth. My tongue flicked around the head of his manhood as I sucked. He quivered, his breath coming out ragged. I allowed myself a small pause to smile victoriously...

    Only to find myself pushed onto my back again, with him leaning over me. With a wolfish grin, he slowly slid my panties down my legs and over my feet, tossing them away from my bare body. I shuddered as his mouth found the spot between my breasts and began sliding downwards... stopping to kiss my stomach. Mesmerized, I failed to notice his hand. It gently stroked its way up my inner thigh...

    I gasped suddenly as his finger gently dipped into my opening, and louder as it trailed up over my most sensitive spot. He began to stroke, the coldness of his fingers making me moan all the louder.

    After a time of slow, almost painful pleasure, he withdrew his hand and lowered his mouth to the same spot, his tongue flicking my clit maddeningly.

    I tensed and began to shake with pleasure, sobbing now for him to take me. He slowly moved himself back up my body, and kissed me deeply and passionately on the lips. I could taste myself on his tongue.

    "I want you, Jareth!" He smiled.

    Then, looking deep into my eyes, he entered in one swift stroke.

    I cried out at the sensation of him inside me. Yet suddenly I wanted more, beyond caring about anything except for him within me.

    He began to pump his manhood in and out of me. I matched my hips' movement to his rhythm, moaning his name as I savored the delicious sensations washing over me. I felt myself becoming more and more his with every passing second.

    His control broke. Pinning my hands over my head, he took me hard, slamming into me with a ferocious lust that consumed us both. I was half moaning, half screaming now, chanting the word yes as I got closer and closer, rising on a growing wave.

    He plunged himself fully into me suddenly. "Jareth!" I cried as the feelings overflowed in a mindnumbing burst of pleasure. He cried out as well, his seed flowing out into me forever...

*****

    Gasping, panting, burning up, I opened my eyes.   I was in my own bed. It was three am. I was in my own house. It had not been real.

    "It was only a dream... but it was so real..." I murmured, lost. As I fell back asleep, I thought I heard his voice whispering in my mind.

    "Within you..."

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Opal's Reality

I do not own Jareth.

*****

"Oh, god, is it the weather? Oh, god, why am I here? If love isn't forever, and it's not the weather..."

"Leather" by Tori Amos

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    I sat up, gasping.

    Damn him. Damn him!

    Obviously, the GK had hacked his way into my e-mail and read it.  Otherwise, how could he have known it was me? How could he have guessed that I wrote that story?

    I shivered. He must have done that. And now he knew... he knew.

    The irony was almost laughable. After all, I had gotten for free what Sarah would have had to give her brother up to obtain. Jareth had shown me my dreams, oh yes, shown them to me so vivid and real that it made me scream in my sleep, so that I writhed even now, try to forget that... that feeling...

    I clutched my arms convulsively to my chest. He knew, and he had told me, told me in a way that could not be ignored. What would he do now?  I was very frightened...

*****

    I don't remember much of that day. It seems to me that I went through it in a trance, that it was the dream, and my night's vision reality. Scary thought. Afternoon, as always, found me at the computer. Reading Labyrinth fanfic.

    I had tried to stick to the most chaste fics possible, but in reading I had accidently opened an adult one and was so fascinated that I could not tear my eyes away.

    Right at the climax of the x-rated scene, I felt the soft, rather sensual sensation of glitter raining down on my face.

    I turned to look directly into a pair of mismatched eyes, and felt myself drawn in. I was falling, lost, in their incredible depth, and I felt my body drawn likewise towards his.

    Oh, this was bad.

*****

    He pulled me to him, holding me against his satiny chest, his warmth, and kissed my gaping lips deeply, with barely veiled passion. Despite myself, I knew I was slipping... responding...

    His hands running up and down my back... his shirt disappearing, leaving him naked to the waist... the feelings that just the touch of his bare skin stirred in me, and the feeling of his bare hands stroking my face, emitting their magic... his tongue exploring my mouth...

    We were in my room, suddenly, and now he was removing my shirt, then my bra... caressing my breasts. I tilted my head back, letting the sensations wash across my body like tiny waves... he sucked at my nipples, knowing from my dreams that I liked this, and I heard a voice cry out- my own.

    Now his hands were at the fly of my pants, zipping them down... I shuddered as he slipped them off, ever-so-gently, black denim falling in a heap on the floor. Then, breathless with anticipation, I felt his fingers hook in the edges of my panties...

    ...and pulling down.

    Suddenly I was naked before him, completely bare and vulnerable, waiting to be eaten alive. Shivering. Ready. Aching to be touched. I felt like a glowing rod of white-hot iron, on the forge and ready to be worked.

    He buried his soft head between my legs. Pleasure poured forth in torrents as I felt his tongue caressing my clit. I gasped. Reality was so much better than my dream... I wanted to melt into a puddle of goo at his feet. I wanted to give my body to him right there and then.

    I wanted to. But I could not. In the sudden shock of pleasure, I woke up.

    And pushed him away.

    I clumsily grabbed a blanket to cover myself with, and ran, sobbing.  My body screamed for him, and I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in, knowing this need not hold against him.

    I panted hard, my back against the door, trying to ignore the protests of my lower regions. I felt him leave, and felt the mental image he left behind...

    Me, under him, screaming his name in absolute ecstacy.

    I'm surprised I did not come on the bathroom floor.

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Opal’s Torment,

Or, No Escape Here

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I do not own Jareth.

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"Can’t stop loving can’t stop what is on its way and I see it coming and it’s on its way..."

-Bells For Her, by Tori Amos

*****

    Jareth awoke, sweaty and gasping, from the dream he had sent to her. Gods, he wanted her! Why could he ravish her only in dreams? He wanted so to be with her, to take her, to feel her giving in to him.

    Well, he would continue to send her these dreams, send them until she melted at his feet, until she begged him for it... He would prolong them, make them so real that she could still feel his touch when she woke. He would reach into her mind, expose and stoke her deepest desires, her darkest fantasies, the ones she never conciously formed... her mind, at least, would be his, though she would not yield her body or soul. Yet.

*****

    It seemed the crystals floated into my bedchamber as I slept, merged into one, and enveloped me. Clothed in their cool radiance, I floated away to the castle beyond the Goblin City... to a very special room. One known, in abbreviation, as the ROR.

    Groggily, I stirred and then sat up. I looked around myself in some confusion. I lay on a huge bed, heaped with many cushions and pillows of various sizes, all made of satin or velvet. My body was clothed in a skimpy black leather bodysuit. It was sleevless and strapless, laced up from below my bellybutton to my breasts, which were capped in silver that covered little more than my nipples. On my bare legs I wore high heeled, knee-high boots of the same material, and my arms were clothed in long leather gloves. As a final touch, a leather buckled-on choker on my neck.

    Before I could react to this overly-kinky new twist, he was there. I could feel him, taste him, smell the scent of him, and I was already longing. The silver against my nipples was cold. This outfit was just to his advantage.

    I looked around, and was relieved that there were no whips in the room. At least now I knew it was a dream. I never would have fit into that thing in real life.

    But in some ways, the dream made it more torturous. These dreams were as real as I had ever dreamed, and here, control was his. This was his reality, supple as my flesh under his hands, and I could not run here. I had to surrendur to that masculine dominance that excited and frightened me and that he had such a need to excersize.

    Slowly, he approached, and I lay back into the pillows as though trying, vainly, to hide myself in their soft embrace. He smiled, and his grin had that touch of evilness to it that was not mean, really, just full of intentions which made shivers run up my spine at the sight of his smile.

    He raked over me, leisurely, with his eyes, and the touch of his eyes heated me all over as though he had stroked me lightly with his hands. It seemed that he was pleased with what he saw, that I was pleasing to him. And he meant to act on that.

    He advanced slowly, a cat stalking his prey, and I was filled with apprehension, half fear, half desire so intense that I wanted to pull him down, rip off his clothes and...

    His eyes twinkled as he read my thought, and I felt my cheeks redden. Suddenly he was there, on top of me, his arms holding him just above my tensed body so that his long, blond hair hung down to lightly brush the tops of my breasts. I shivered uncontrollably. It was so real. I was forgetting that it was not.

    Gently, he whispered into my ear what he wanted to do to me. I pulled my arms to myself as my desires took possession of my body. I felt my mind swallowed as I drowned in his mismatched eyes.

    Suddenly he dropped to kiss me, almost bruising my lips with the brutal need of it, his tongue probing the deepest recesses of my mouth. I gasped, unable to breath, as he sucked my rebellion up out of me and converted it into need. My arms of their own accord wrapped around him, and I pressed myself against him, twisting under him as I hungrily returned the kiss.

    Finally, he broke it, and I gasped for breath, unable to catch it as he licked my ear. My metal-covered breasts pressed against his chest, and I could feel his hardness through the thin leather covering my womanhood, and the even thinner material of his tights. Something in me slipped. His mouth was moving down my neck now, and I moaned lustily as it trailed down my collarbone to kiss the spot between my breasts. I heard him unsnap something, and the breastplates came free in his hands, detaching from the rest of the scrap of leather that covered me.

    His hands kneaded my breasts, stroked them, fondled them. They were on fire. I moaned louder, longer. Inside, I still fought, mentally. How could I let him do this to me? Yet how could I not? This thought froze as his lips closed over one of my nipples, and the other was twisted gently in his hand.

    Like magma the sensation traveled down from my breasts to my lower regions, and I groaned in soft pleasure. I stopped fighting. My hands stroked up and down his smooth bare back.

    It occurred to me that I might now give him some pleasure back. But when I tried to move my hands down, I found that they were instantly handcuffed over my head. I was bound and helpless to resist.

    His mouth left my breast. "I want to do it –to- you, darling," he purred sensuously, and I moaned with desire. His hands went to the top lace of my suit and began to untie, ever so slowly, as his mouth returned to mine to kiss me with passion.

    Every knot took an eternity, and every eternity aroused me further. I strained against the handcuffs. His hands got lower... and lower. They passed my bellybutton and were still going.

    Finally, his hands reached the final lace, which was right above the very focal point of my need. He pulled the tiny thing off and flung it away, his hands stroking down my breasts and stomach with urgency. No prolonging this, he moved to arrest me again.

    I let out a loud gasp as I felt his fingers reach their destination. They slipped into my soaked entrance, in and out, in and out... shadows of what he would do to me later. His mouth came down, also, by the same route as his hands, taking its own sweet, sweet time. His hands continued to stimulate me, as I moaned almost continuously, incoherently. Finally, his mouth stopped just below my waist. His hands ceased their motions much to my displeasure. They moved to my legs, which he parted even further, leaving me open. Then his head delved down and he kissed me on my womanhood with the same passion as on my lips. I screamed.

    He lapped at the juices that flowed freely out of me as his tongue licked up to my clit, which he circled gently, flicking the over the top as well. My breath came quick and shallow and I began giving little mewling cries of pleasure and ever-increasing lust.

    He began to lick harder, and I cried out louder. I could take no more of this delicious torture. I wanted to be speared, impaled on him. I wanted... I wish... "Jareth!"

    He lifted his head, stopping the pleasure. Unbearable. I squirmed.

    His breath was a bit ragged now too, but still seductive. "I want you..." he murmered in my ear as he was suddenly over me again. I couldn’t stand it, and twisted against my bonds, trying to remove his tights with my eyes alone.

    "Please..."

    "You are mine."

    "Yes!"

    His tights disappeared, and my feet were suddenly tied to the bedposts with leather lashes. I could not move at all. He looked at me possessively.

    "Mine!"

    "Yes! Take me!"

    He slammed into me suddenly, his manhood filling me, burning in my slick opening, driving to my core. I gave a scream of pure pleasure and gave in to his desire completely, as he pounded into me, hard and fast. In and out, in and out. He pumped me relentlessly as I sobbed his name over and over. His hand came down to rub my clit, doubling the already incomprehendable pleasure, making me his so utterly that I could barely tell where he left off and I began. I felt keenly the manacles that bound me, too, and they only amplified the sensation. To be bound, helpless... to have him do it to me, take me over completely...

    "Yes, Jareth, oh gods, YES!" A fire started at my core, burning out of control, faster and faster as it rose to consume me. I melted as it climaxed with incredible strength, as I felt him shout and pour his seed into me, a waterfall of bliss.

*****

    I shot up in bed, almost falling out, panting and sweating. That had been the most intense yet... damn him, the mind reader... damn him, I loved him... would these dreams never end?

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Opal’s Giving

The Christmas Special

*****

I do not own Jareth.

*****

"So you can make me come... that doesn’t make you Jesus!"

-Precious Things, by Tori Amos

*****

    Christmas Eve. I crawled into bed after Midnight Mass, having shed my black silk dress on the floor. I didn’t even bother to pull on a T-shirt, but just snuggled under the covers in my underwear. Soon I fell asleep, the taste of peppermint on my tongue. Oh come oh come Goblin King.

*****

    I opened my dream-eyes. It was pitch-black, wherever I was, and also rather small. I crouched inside of some kind of tiny room, barely big enough for my body. There was cold metal at my wrists, and I felt very insecure and a bit cool... as though I was not adequately dressed.

    The metal- handcuffs? Oh, dear.

    I became aware that I was being jerked around a bit. The "room" I was in was bobbing up and down... I realized that I was inside some sort of box. Then, I was set down. A knocking sound was heard, and a door opening. Footsteps, two sets... walking towards and away. Then, a familiar voice...

    "A present for me? Hmmmm..."

*****

    I could hear him scratching around about the surface of the box. Maybe he was untying a ribbon or something. Then, the lid was lifted and I stood up, blinking in the sudden light. As my vision cleared, the first thing I saw was Jareth’s face. He was looking me up and down with lust-filled eyes. I gulped and looked down.

    I was gagged. I wore a tiny red leather string bikini that barely covered anything. I also wore matching gloves and boots, and a ribbon was wound around me and tied with a bow at... my crotch. I blushed as red as my outfit under his appreciative look.

    Suddenly, he reached across and took out a tag that was stuck in the top of my bikini. It brushed my nipple and I shivered. Then he read it out loud.

    "To Jareth: One bound-and-gagged listian... Merry Christmas!" He looked back at me and grinned, and I tried to back away... only to trip over the back of the box I was standing in. Luckily, his bed was right behind me.

    "Well, Opal, love," he purred, "it looks like you belong to me for the night." He wasted no time in slinking up towards me, picking me up, and carrying me out of the room... to... one of the dungeons. It was actually a clean place, smelling of peaches... I don’t think that Jareth kept this one for real prisoners.

    He hooked my handcuffs on a convenient nail, hung high enough so that my feet barely touched the ground. "Time to unwrap my Christmas present."

    I shuddered at the spurt of desire as he untied the ribbon over my womanhood, brushing it deliberately several times. Then he unwound the ribbon and tossed it to the floor, and, reaching behind my head, untied my gag and threw it away too. I still stared at him, mute. He grinned evilly, flashing his teeth, and kissed me.

    That was no chaste kiss. It was violent and passionate and lustful. His hands stroked my back as though I was a cat, and he moved to nibble my ear, then my neck. Now I was silent no longer, but moaning breathily. "Ohhh..."

    His hands had moved down to knead my breasts through their skimpy leather covering, and the top slipped off and fell to my waist. He reached down and unhooked it, and it fell to the ground. My nipples stuck straight out in the cold air, hard with arousal. He kissed them, one after another, relishing my gasps, then began to suckle and caress. I squirmed as I felt lust possess my body. How I wanted this man. Each time was like a first.

    His hands were caressing my stomach and hips now, stroking gently as he continued to pleasure each of my breasts in turn. Insanity... why couldn’t he go lower? I wanted him to go lower...

    Feeling my need, he grinned and left my breasts, and crouched down. I held my breath in anticipation, but instead of touching me where I wanted, he began to massage my feet, gently.

    This turned me on, too, at this point. I struggled against my bonds, wanting to grab his head and pull it up to where I needed it. I remained firmly bound, however, as Jareth’s hands began working their way up my legs... my calves... my thighs... gently pulling down the bikini bottoms and kicking them away...

    Suddenly he pulled my legs apart and I gasped at the cold air that suddenly touched my area. Then he began to stroke me, slowly, from one end to the other. I moaned again, softly, and closed my eyes... oh yes... oh –yes-...

    Without warning, he suddenly kissed me passionately on my clit, his tongue flicking over it, and then sucking. I gave a cry as I felt liquid begin to run down my legs, and he continued to stimulate me. I was almost sobbing now... this was unbearable... I wanted him –in- me, filling me! "Jareth! Jareth, please!"

    "Please what?" He asked smugly, taking his face away and blowing on my clit. I wriggled desperately.

    "Please, do it!"

    "Do what?" His hands stroked my inner thighs.

    "Take me! Please, oh, I want you!"

    He rose, and ripped off his shirt and tights. He was huge and I gasped, desire coursing through every pore as I looked at his enlarged manhood. He gripped my shoulders, kissed me passionately, and entered.

    Both of us moaned as he sheathed himself fully in my body, then pulled back out slowly. Then he began to speed up, stoking my lust with every stroke until I was screaming for more.

    "Jareth! Yes, yes, YES! Jareth!"

    He was slamming me into the wall now, and I began to undulate my hips, matching his rhythm as he plunged deep inside me again and again. Tears rolled down my cheeks and he kissed them away, gripping my shoulders as I hung suspended from the wall, helpless and at his mercy.

    I felt the pleasure growing and growing as he took me, filling all of me, mind, body, and soul. More and more and more as he made me his own. I was almost there... shaking uncontrollably as I reached the point of no return.

    "Oh, Jareth, it feels... so... good!" I cried as I felt my body explode into pleasure so great that it was nearly pain. He answered with a cry and I felt his white-hot release shoot into me.

*****

    I shot up in my bed, panting and sweaty. My covers were pushed to the end of the bed. I flopped back onto my pillow and lay there, my breath still coming fast. Oh, I want it to be real... but it must not be real...

    Suddenly I heard a rustling sound, and I peered into the dark room, trying to adjust my eyes. Suddenly I made out the form of the Goblin King, in a red poet’s blouse and white tights, wearing a Santa Clause cap. "Ho ho ho?" He asked, grinning.

    I remembered that I was naked and made a grab for the sheets, but suddenly he was sitting on them. I shrank back and curled into a ball, hiding my face. Just the sight of those mismatched eyes made me want to melt.

    "What are you afraid of?" He asked me, softly. "I’m not going to hurt you... I want to do just the opposite..."

    "No..."

    "But you want me to..."

    "Yes... but I can’t let you have your way with me, and I won’t." I was crying, my words belying the desire I felt.

    "At least let me make you feel good," he purred, inching closer as shirt, hat and boots disappeared. I whimpered a little, and turned my face away.

    "Please..."

    Suddenly I turned back around and looked him in the eye. "Can I trust you? Do you swear not to take advantage of me?"

    "Yes and yes," he said gently, and tugged at my feet, unraveling me. I did not resist.

    He kissed me, and I kissed him back, hungrily. Now I could get release without losing myself to him. He slowly broke away and kissed down my neck, my collarbone... I closed my eyes and just felt. Better than a dream... this was reality.

    His mouth moved to lick my nipple, teasing it into a point, sucking. Waves of soft pleasure ran up and down my body. He moved to give its twin the same treatment, and suddenly I felt his hands creeping up my inner thighs.

    Then they were at their destination, probing and stroking my most private area, ever so gently. I rolled my head around a little, desire rising in me suddenly.

    However, when he tried to lower his head to my crotch, I stopped him. He looked at me questioningly.

    "I want to make you feel good, too," I whispered breathily. He grinned slowly and nodded, vanishing his tights and changing positions. His manhood bobbed above my face and I could feel his breath on my womanhood.

    Then, he lowered himself onto me, and I took him into my mouth. He moaned and plunged his head between my legs.

    I sucked his rod, licking it up and down lavishly, then more frantically as I felt his tongue probing my opening, and inserting itself within, tasting me. Then he began licking around my clit and flicking it with his tongue. I moaned around his member and sucked harder, causing a similar reaction from him. I began licking around the head, flicking over it and then sucking again, taking more of him in. I felt him beginning to try and pump in and out of my mouth, forcing himself in a little deeper. I complied.

    His licking grew more energetic, and I wriggled and gasped. Then he inserted a finger, then two into my opening, and pumping them in and out. My body flared with pleasure and I sucked him for all I was worth. It felt wonderful.

    "Opal..." he moaned into me as he worked at my clit. That felt so good... I felt myself getting higher and higher up, and I began to shake. Then he tensed up and gasped, and warm liquid squirted down my throat. I drank it lustily, mindlessly, feeling his ministrations grow frenzied, and his fingers began rubbing my clit hard, fast, faster...

    "Oh oh oh OH!" I cried as I felt myself give, gushing into his face. So good... he was so very good! I wanted to go all the way... but this was so much better than nothing. I could wait.

    He climbed off of me and took me into his arms. I snuggled up against his silky chest, letting the delicious aftermath of the orgasm wash over me.

    "Merry Christmas," he whispered into my ear.

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Opal's Addiction

*****

I do not own Jareth.

*****

"This is not really happening... you bet your life it is!" ~Cornflake Girl, by Tori Amos

*****

I hurriedly changed into my pajamas and jumped into bed as though it could not be delayed one instant longer. I curled up in the covers, my tired mind warm with anticipation. I drifted off almost right away, the last thought in my head being, "Show me my dreams..."

I stood in a lovely, tropical forest. In the distance I heard falling water, and I headed towards it, with some expectancy, some anticipation. It was so lush and beautiful here, full of fragrant flowers and green ferns. And a scent of peaches, too... so sweet, it made me almost light_headed.

I looked down and saw that I was clothed in a short, free summer dress, silver and purple. I was barefoot. Laughing, I ran through the rainforest towards the ever_louder sound.

Suddenly I broke out of the jungle to come upon the most beautiful scene I'd ever seen in my life. Lovely waterfalls in a horseshoe rained down from lovely brown cliffs, all adorned with green cliff plants and rainbows from the spray and the sun. This was paradise.

I looked at the water. The sun was beginning to feel hot, and the water looked so cool... so inviting. Looking around to make certain that I was not being watched, I stripped off my clothes and ran, naked, into the water.

I dove in. The water was perfect... neither too hot nor too cold. I let it caress my bare flesh as I stroked easily through it, heading towards a gentle waterfall. Something was drawing me towards that particular one... it was the biggest, at the center of the horseshoe.

As I reached it, a pleasant if faint sound reached my ears. It was rather like the beautiful tinkling of tiny bells. It seemed to be coming from behind the waterfall.

Standing in the surprisingly shallow water (it only reached my breasts), I peered curiously at the curtain of falling droplets, drawing close to it, trying to see through it.

Suddenly a pale, masculine hand emerged and pulled me through the waterfall into the chamber beyond.

*****

I fell with a splash into a pool of water, slightly warmer than the cove outside. Wiping the water out of my eyes, I looked around in astonishment.

Behind me was the curtain of the waterfall. There was a tiny stone ledge between it and the pool in which I sat. The pool was large and inside of an immense cavern, with small islands of rock dotting it here and there. It was a secret and beautiful place

How had I gotten there? Someone had pulled me!

I got my answer almost immediately. From the clear water of the pool, a bit further in, ripples started, and a blond head emerged, then two eyes, ice_blue and chocolate_brown, and his face and chest until there stood Jareth in water up to his stomach, beautiful, wet, and naked.

I gasped, and took an involuntary step backwards. Smiling preditorily, he swiftly moved to close the distance between us, as I stood, tense, waiting. He drew very near...

Suddenly, he reached his hand down and splashed water in my face. I gave a burst of semi_outraged laughter, and splashed him back. Soon we were engaged in a strenuous water fight, both completely naked, edging deeper into the lagoon as we did so.

Then, suddenly, he made a grab for me. Shrieking, I darted back out of his reach and plunged into the depths of the lagoon, swimming away like an eel. I came up for breath, and he was right in front of me. I dove in and swam away swiftly, knowing he was after me.

This game of tag went on for some time I was getting quite tired. Rising stealthily on one side of a large rock in the center of the pool, I took a much needed breath. Suddenly my shoulders were grabbed and I was pulled bodily from the water, onto the smooth surface of the rock.

Pulling myself into a sitting position, I turned to find Jareth only a foot or two away, smirking, his legs convieniently crossed. I put my arms over my chest, suddenly aware of my own nudity.

I looked him up and down. He was so beautiful, his body pale, slim, and perfect, his wet hair thrown wildly across his shoulders. Somewhere within me, a small flame was kindled.

Without a word, I moved towards him and was gathered into his arms.

"Jareth_" I started.

"Sssshhh." He brought his face down to mine and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss with longing and passion, and he responded in kind. With equal desire, we attempted to devour each other.

Finally we came up for air. I met Jareth's gaze, tenderness mixed with undefinable desire. Deciding that I ought to take the initiative for once, I began to kiss his neck and ears. He shuddered, and I moved down to minister to his nipples, tweaking them gentlywith my teeth while he moaned.

Finally, while he was occupied with this, I inched one hand down to gently grasp his length. He gasped, and I felt him pulsing in my hand. I stroked back and forth for a moment before bringing my mouth down to envelop him.

A groan escaped Jareth's lips as I began to gently suck his manhood, taking him in as far as I could to bring him the most pleasure possible. I could feel his need growing greater and my lust increased as well.

Finally, he gently pushed me away. His eyes full of fire, he laid me down on the almost silky_smooth surface of the rock and covered my body with his. His hands began to gently massage my breasts. Now it was my turn to gasp as he turned my body on fire, bringing his mouth down to passionately kiss both nipples.

Gently his fingers trailed down my stomach, and moved my legs apart so that I lay like an open book before him. His fingers moved to gently prod at my opening. Moaning, I writhed as he inserted one, then two fingers into my womanhood and began to pump them in and out.

Then, smirking, he brought his face down to that intimate area as well.

I nearly screamed with pleasure as he began his gentle ministrations, licking away what was left of the water from the lagoon, which was by now a minor element in the wetness covering the area.

"J_Jareth...!" I stammered as his tongue probed me. Waves of liquid fire swept through me, building higher and higher in intensity. I had been longing for this... oh yes...

I was on the edge, moaning loudly. He looked into my eyes, seeing my readiness and smiling lustfully. He knew I was his.

Gently, he moved up to take me in his arms again, and kissed me passionately. Then he pulled back and hovered over me.

"Opal... I love you," he murmured, and impaled me suddenly. I gave a cry and arched up to him, as he filled me completely.

Slowly, he began to move, and I with him as we moved our bodies together in a dance as ancient as time... I thought I would burst from the sensation of him within me. He looked into my eyes wildly as he lost control and began moving in and out frantically.

"Jareth... oh yes... so good, my king!"

High and high and higher...

Finally, suddenly, I reached my peak. I screamed out my ecstasy as the mindnumbing pleasure overtook me, and through my fevered brain I heard and felt him do the same.

*****

I opened my eyes, sweating, and looked up at the ceiling above my head. Cove, water, and goblin king were gone... but the desire remained. I wanted more. Turning over, I went back to sleep immediately. More and more and more...

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Opal's Revenge

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I do not own Jareth. This idea can be credited to my president and her co_writer in "The Incarcerated King".

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"I don't believe I went too far..." _Past the Mission, by Tori Amos

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All day I thought about it. I had given in too easily! I couldn't let him get to me! I could not let him have his way, have control over me! All day I stewed...I was afraid to go to bed, to dream...and yet I wanted to, so much...

*****

I fell asleep...I fall asleep fast these days...

*****

I woke up. Another typical setting...a lovely flower garden, in the moonlight.

More submission, more giving in? No! I was letting it go too easily now...this time it would be different. This time, I was going to do to Jareth what he was doing to me. What he had very little right to do to me.

::This is MY dream! I am taking control of it! Now!:: With all my might, I _twisted_ something, and the setting changed. With great effort, I willed it into a new shape, with a very surprised Goblin King, still dressed in garlands, at the center.

That didn't last long though. With a one last, difficult mental prod, he was suddenly naked and strapped, spread_eagled, to the bed that appeared in the small bedroom that we were now in. He glared. I smiled.

"Welcome to _my_ dreamscape, Jareth," I said, savoring every word. "Tonight, I'm not yours. Tonight, _you_ are _mine_..."

"Opal_" he started to say, but I stopped him with a very passionate kiss. I could feel him stiffen, tense with sudden desire that my gesture ignited.

Breaking the kiss suddenly, I teasingly removed my shirt and let it drop to the ground. Slowly, my bra followed, and I was left standing in the long silken skirt he had had me clothed in in the garden. He groaned as I leaned over him, my breasts barely touching him lightly. "O_Opal..."

"What?" I asked innocently. "Do you want me, Jareth?"

He clamped his mouth shut, refusing to speak.

"All right then." I removed the skirt before his eyes, standing there in lacey black panties. Then I looked down his body...his rod was large and hard by now. Grinning, I reached out a hand to stroke it gently. His eyes closed and his expression became even more strained. "Want me now?"

Still, he clamped his lips shut. I allowed my hand to drift up and down his length for a moment or two more, then...

Licking my lips, I climbed atop him, my head at the junction of his thighs, and his head between my legs. A new form of torture. Then I leaned my head down and took him into my mouth.\

He gasped loudly and began moaning anew as he was enveloped, my tongue playing with him in an enticingly unbearable manner. Finally, I could feel him nipping at my underwear, and straddling his stomach, I pulled the panties off first one leg, then the other, and threw them away. Lying back down, I enjoyed the feeling of his eager tongue probing at my womanhood, and gasped as it found its way in.

Desire now began to burn through my veins, and my mouth worked at him harder. He cried out. "Do you want me now?" I gasped.

"Y_yes... please... O_Opal!"

I climbed up and turned around, then looked him straight in the eyes. "You are MINE, Jareth! You do not control me!" So saying, I impaled myself on him.

We gave a mutual cry as I began to take him, rocking back and forth in a blaze of ever_intensifying lust. My hands gripped his shoulders and I let loose a string of ecstatic moans as he began bucking under me, trying to shove himself even further into my warmth.

"Oh...yes...! Opal!" He cried out, and I felt warmth blossom inside me as he came, flooding me and I screamed as I too reached my peak. We rose together in a torrent of passion and pleasure, and finally I fell against his chest and kissed him again, deeply.

*****

I opened my eyes and smiled. That surely gave him something to think about!

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Opal's Desperation

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I do not own Jareth. This is short and has no adult scenes, but don't worry...

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"So I ran faster...but he caught me. Guess my loyalty's turning, like my ankle..."_Precious Things, by Tori Amos

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I went about my life numb, like I was in a dream. I didn't know what I wanted. No, that was wrong. I DID know. I wanted... him. Badly, oh, so badly.

I didn't know whether it was wrong.

I did know that I couldn't last like this much longer...and I had to see him again. I didn't want to lose him.

*****

"Remember when I told you, Told you to go away?I take it back. I never meant it. I just want you to stay Forever With me."

*****

That night, I crawled into my bed. It was a full moon, crystalline and bright. I smiled faintly, reflecting that it would be my birthday soon. I was not excited. I was sad.

"Jareth...where have you gone? Have you left me all alone to wallow in this mundane life...?" With that, my eyes shut and exhaustion took hold. I was sound asleep in minutes.

Dream eyes opened...to see nothing. Then, there was something. Nothing like anything I had ever seen before. I was surrounded by swirling mists...more purple than white...and I seemed to be floating midair among them. It was as though I was suspended within a purple cloud.

The clouds seemed to carress me gently, lovingly, and I sighed. However, I thought that I was to be searching for something...there was a sense of urgency. I tried to move, and found myself floating through the clouds. Far ahead, I glimpsed a figure. A black silhouette was moving \par }{\plain towards me.

As it grew bigger, I pulled back a little...unsure whether I should be frightened, curious, or both.

A tinkling began to sound, as the figure, white\_clad, appeared before me.

Jareth.

*****

Only forever. Don't Let me keep you long Sing me another song Give me another dream I miss them I no longer fight them I can't help but accept your theme Of loving Me.

*****

He just stared at me for a moment. It had been weeks. I opened my mouth to speak, too shocked to be angry or scared anymore, but he put a finger to my lips.

"Darling, I_I came here to apologize."

I gaped.

"What I have been doing for the past few months is...wrong. Such controlling behavior...trying to force you to something you don't want...it's wrong and I'm...sorry. I must accept that you feel yourself too young and unready for my desires, and besides, you have won this contest fair and square. Your strength of will amazes me...I'm just sorry I made you cry. I love you, darling. Goodbye." With that, he gathered me into his arms, kissed me deeply, turned, and walked away.

"Jareth!" He turned and gave me one last look. I ran towards him desperately, but the clouds had become as thick as peanut butter. No! Tears streamed down my face. "Ja_!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared before me; my own mirror image. She looked at me sadly and spoke. "It's time to open your eyes. Wake up."

I woke up.

*****

Crystals flashing, I'm confused Where have you gone?

Awake now, I scent peach A tingle of magic in the room I see you I fear you

And you know what I think? I loveYou.

*****

I opened my eyes, blinking away tears. Oh, he didn't understand and never had. I loved him. He wasn't the only one I loved, and perhaps not the one I loved the most, but I loved him and I wanted him and besides...

I looked at the clock. It was 1:30 am.

I was sixteen years old today.

"Open your eyes," she said.

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Opal's Despair

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I do not own Jareth.

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"Fuck you, and your untouchable face _ fuck you, for existing in the first place! And who am I, that I should be vying for your touch?! Yeah, who am I? _ bet you can't even tell me that much."_Untouchable Face, by Ani DiFranco

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I was afraid. I saw his face everywhere. I swear, he was on every street corner, in every store I walked into. I saw his face when I closed my eyes.

I had not had a dream since the one in which I had taken control. Nearly a week. At first I gloated, thinking he must be sulking, but then I began to worry. I missed it. Missed the dreams, missed him. I was going through withdrawl.

Terrible! He had so much control over me, I just couldn't allow it! These were my thoughts as I climbed into my bed that night, pulling the covers to my chin and shivering. Closing my eyes, I drifted off slowly.

I was in the Labyrinth, running. I ran as though the proverbial hell hounds were at my heels. There were no creatures there; no friendly worm, no door guards...even the lichen was immobile. I just ran, twisting around corners and avoiding slime and tree branches on the ground.

Then, suddenly, I fell.

There was no warning, no feeling of the ground giving way. I just fell, as though there _was_ no ground.

I hurtled down the shaft. There were no hands to catch me as I plummeted, nothing to slow my fall. I squeezed my eyes tighly shut and waited to land.

Somehow, I dropped lightly into a pile of cushions there, at the bottom of the oubliette. Dazed, I could just stare up at the ceiling as the hatch I had fallen through closed, sealing tightly and leaving me in darkness. I was in the oubliette.

I heard a rustling, and suddenly a candelabra hung from the ceiling lit. In the dim light, I made out a tall, thin male figure standing above me, his mane flowing over his bare shoulders. He wore only his tights and pendant.

I shrank away. "Welcome back," he murmured, crouching down beside me. "I must say, it is a pleasure to see you again, love."

Suddenly, I realized that I was naked. Vainly, I tried to cover my nudity with cushions, but he shook his head, chuckling.

"Now, now. This will never do...this is an oubliette; don't you think I should make you mine in a place that befits the atmosphere?"

I shuddered.

*****

The cushions were gone. I lay, naked, stretched out upon a smooth, cool table in the center of the oubliette, my hands bound above my head, and my feet tied to the table and spread wide open. He stood over me, smiling his satisfaction. Jareth seemed to have a certain flare for bondage.

"You are mine, Opal," he murmured in my ear. "You must accept it." His breath tickled, and it, coupled with the cold smoothness beneath me, aroused my body considerably, but...

"N_no," I whispered defiantly.

"Yes you are. I will make you mine..."

His mouth found mine, and his tongue found its way through my lips and into my mouth. His kiss consumed me, drew me in, as his hands began to roam my body. I wriggled a little, but the bonds were tight.

"I a_am not yours...leave me alone...!"

"No," he smirked, and his hands began to knead my breasts, ever so gently. A shock of fire went through me.

His nimble hands began to twist at my nipples. I gasped. I was so exposed on this little table. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide...not that it stopped me from trying. I wiggled desperately, but he straddled me with his muscled legs and gripped me...it was like a vise, and between his arms, the hands which were currently occupied in stroking my breasts, I could see the enourmous bulge in his tights...I had never really looked at it before, believe it or not, and it totally did me in. I blushed crimson at the thoughts filling my mind, and he smirked, reading them.

Suddenly, all at once, all of the candles in the oubliette went quietly out, and Jareth and I were left in complete darkness.

"Now, isn't this convienient," he said in amusement. His hands left my breasts, and to my dismay I made a protesting moan.

I couldn't see what he was going to do! I couldn't tell where he was. I was completely vulnerable, lying naked in the dark tied to the cool stone table with my legs wide open, and no sense of anything around me...

Suddenly, without warning, a hot tongue dove into my womanhood. I cried out. He made purring noses as he lapped at my most private area, making my wits into nutmash in seconds. I screamed, his tongue flicking over my clit, his hands gripping my knees, and came. I felt him licking still, making my body even more ready, making it tremble and shiver, needing him...needing him inside me...

His breath was on my face, it was right over mine. He leaned down and kissed me passionately. I groaned and struggled again, but my body was a burning brand of need. He kissed me again and plunged within me.

I screamed, mixing yes and no in protest and rapture as he took me again...how could this be a dream? My bonds freed, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he plunged in and out of me, groaning. My head went back as he kissed my neck, and then all the overwhelming emotions climaxed, throbbing through me, and I sank back as my body was overtaken by ecstasy. He yelled and orgasmed, his seed shooting into me.

I opened my eyes, surprised that I was still in the dream. He looked down at me with an expression of satisfaction on his irresistable face. Suddenly I realized that it had happened again. Roughly, I shoved him off and stumbled to the far corner of the now_lit oubliette.

"Opal, I_"

"Fuck you, Jareth!" I sobbed. I couldn't even look at him anymore. I still wanted him, so much, and I realized for the first time that the dream wasn't enough.

But it was too much!

I woke up with a gasp, tears streaming down my cheeks, and I gripped the blankets with both hands. "No... no... no...!"

Even now, I burned with desire for him. But...no...!

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Opal's Awakening

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I do not own Jareth.

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"She says it's time to open my eyes...don't be afraid to open your eyes...maybe she's right, maybe she's right. Maybe she's right, maybe she's right..."_The Wrong Band, by Tori Amos

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I opened my eyes. Morning. It was three days since my birthday.

I yawned and remembered, tensing. I had meant to wait until June. I couldn't. I might lose him forever.

For days I had considered, thinking on my thoughts from before as well. I had come to some conclusions that I wasn't sure I liked. I was sure that they were right, however.

I climbed out of bed, got dressed, and brushed my hair. I fidgeted about my room a little, until ten am.

Quietly, I murmured the words. "I wish the goblin king would come to me, right now."

He appeared in front of me in his usual swirl of glitter...it was strange, because he didn't look poised and prepared, but rather surprised. I took a deep breath and prepared to fullfill my resolve.

"Jareth," I said simply.

"Opal, what are you doing? After..."

"Hush. It's my turn now. My turn to talk." I sighed. "I don't understand this. I don't understand how I'm feeling, and I don't understand what I am. I'm not a child. I'm not a woman."

"I can help with that last part..." Okay, so he really wasn't that repentant. I was hardly surprised.

"No, listen, Jareth...I am not giving in to you! Those were horrible things you did to me: the bondage, the total loss of control over my body and my emotions...I haven't forgiven you for it! However...I care for you. Deeply. I always have."

I leaned over and kissed him, deeply, letting him feel the reality of my love. He tensed in surprise, then took me tenderly into his arms.

"I couldn't lose you, Jareth..." I continued, clutching him, tears forming in my arms. "I had planned this before you even walked into my dreams themselves, planned it for the anniversary of our meeting in June...but I can't lose you! And well, sixteen is that age here, so I don't feel quite as guilty..."

He looked down at me. I swallowed.

"I don't want to rut, no matter what my body says, Jareth. No bondage, and no games. I just want...want you to make love to me..."

His face went completely shocked. Then he leaned down and kissed me, and when he broke the kiss, we were in his bedroom.

There were no words. None were needed. I was drawn into his oh_so_real embrace like a magnet, as he caressed my arms, my skin. Our lips joined, and this time there was great passion that rocketed through my body from his. Overwhelmed, I ran my hands up and down his back until we came up for air. I allowed him to divest me of the tank top I wore before unbuttoning his shirt and removing it.

I caressed his satiny white chest, leaning my head against it, hearing his heartbeat. He pulled me close, and I felt his hardness...his real hardness...press against my stomach. My breath came a bit faster as fear and need awakened. He carressed my neck with his hands and played with my hair. I closed my eyes.

They opened again as I gasped. His mouth had moved to my breast, sucking my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. I began to moan as he nipped it. His hands reached for my fly. My pants were unzipped and around my ankles when he took his mouth away, and tackled me. We tumbled onto the bed, and I lay pinned, with his heavy weight over me. He grinned wolfishly now, and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts.

His hands kneaded, fingers caressed. I tossed my head from side to side, gasping at his touch, desire welling up to overflow, setting my body alight until I was like a torch, on fire with passion. At last, at last...Jareth at last.

I pulled him down to me suddenly, kissing him harder now, our tongues twining, and made him roll over. My mouth moved down to his nipple, biting as he gasped, and then kissing my way down his stomach until I reached the top of his tights. Grasping the rim, I breathed in anticipation, and pulled.

Freed, he was...large. Larger than in my dreams. I felt my blood quicken and I ran my hand up and down the length of him. Silky, hard, and pulsating, he twitched against my gentle hold. Smiling, I now bent down to take him in as in the dreams, and he gasped, allowing me to suck for a moment or two before pulling me back up to look into his eyes. He gave me a mock_puzzled look, murmuring, "You really are innocent...aren't you?"

I didn't have a chance to reply to that nonsensical query as I found myself on my back again. His lips came down to my nipple again now, and I moaned at the sensation of his warm wet mouth enveloping it. His hand was between my thighs then, probing a different wetness.

He stroked me, and I moaned, letting out the breath I had not realized I was holding. His fingers played with my clit, shooting electricity through me that caused me to gasp even louder. His fingers probed at my entrance, and I found myself arching to meet them as one, two, three slipped inside and began to stimulate me.

The feeling of even this part of him inside of me caused me to go crazy with passion, gripping the bedsheets as I cried out. His mouth left my nipple, and his hand left my womanhood, as I protested softly. However, he gave me the most devilish smile, and before I could do anything, his head plunged between my legs.

I let out a loud cry as I felt his tongue washing my clit, lapping up the juices that flowed so freely. Losing control, my hips began pumping against his mouth as I sobbed out my breath. My body, so ravished, began to shake uncontrollably with the sweetest torture I had ever had. This was one hundred times better than any dream could ever be. This was reality.

"Oh, Jareth, yes..." I was really saying it this time. "Jareth, do it..."

He looked up, and arms encircled my body now as he hung over me again. Seduction was gone now...he was all love. His depthless eyes gazed into mine, and I felt that I would be lost forever within them, as he leaned down to kiss me once more.

"Opal? Do you really want this?" He questioned, gently.

"Yes...please..." I gasped, knowing that I did. Knowing that this was it, and I was betraying my morals for my emotions and my desires.

Gently, he eased in up to my barrier, letting me feel him inside, and another moan found its way through my lips. Then, he pulled back, and plunged himself fully into my body.

I bit my lip, overwhelmed by the pain. The proof that this was no dream. I wasn't sure at that second if anything in my life had ever hurt more than Jareth breaking through my virginity. I felt the tears flow, unable to stop them.

I looked up through my tears in surprise as I felt him gently kissing my face. He was looking at me tenderly, and we kissed. The pain was beginning to fade, and he began to move again, in and out, as in the dreams. Involuntarily, I began to moan, then sob out my pleasure

"Yes Jareth...yes!!!"

He was pumping in and out, in and out, and my hips began to move up and down in unison. We kissed madly as I began to go up and up on the wave of pleasure that he was giving to me. This was so good...so very good...the dreams were nothing!

I screamed as I burst finally, fire throbbing through my veins as the mind_numbing force of the orgasm ripped through me. The last thing I knew as I blacked out was his cry, as he spurted within me.

*I love you, Jareth!*

He groaned, "...live...within you..." And everything went black.

*****

Sleepily, I opened my eyes and realized where I was. I lay in Jareth's bed, naked, his arms wrapped possessively around my waist. I thought on what I had done. Was it wrong? Had I done wrong? I hadn't let him win over me. Rather, I had chosen to give him a gift, the most precious one I had to give.

Suddenly, I realized that he was looking at me, and that I lay there exposed. I reached for the sheets to cover my nakedness and he chuckled.

"After what we just did, love, you still want to hide from me?"

I blushed, laughed, and stopped reaching, and allowed him to draw me into his embrace. Our eyes met with undefinable emotion, brimming over. I could swear that his skin looked shinier than usual, almost...wet.

"I hope you know what that meant to me," he murmured, kissing my hair.

"I do," I sighed, cuddling closer. "I do."

Then I fell asleep in his arms once more.

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Opal's Epilogue

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I do not own Jareth. This epilogue is a safe G rating. It contains reference to homosexuality, but hopefully nobody here has a problem with that...

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"I was feeling done in...couldn't win. I'd only ever kissed before. I thought there's no use getting into heavy petting; it only leads to trouble...and seat wetting."~ Touch_A Touch_A Touch Me, from the Rocky Horror Picture Show

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I was sitting at my computer, talking with my Yume, when glitter fell all over me. I rolled my eyes and turned to face the raging Goblin King who had appeared behind me.

"Opal!"

"Yes, Jareth?" I asked mildly.

"You've been unfaithful!"

"Unfaithful? Who do I have to be faithful to?"

"ME!"

"You, hah! You spend your days romping in the sheets with every listian you can lay your gloved hands on! You have no solitary claim on me, any more than I have one on you!"

"I am your King. You are my subjects and are to be only mine. My court of listians, to enjoy as I see fit."

"Like your kingly concubines or something?"

"Rather like that, love." He grinned.

"I think NOT!" I poked him in the chest with my finger. "Look, buster, don't think you can come crawling to me every time Prez kicks you out! That was a one_night stand...over, done with, finished!" My eyes took on a dreamy quality. "Besides, I'm in love..."

"That's what I came here to tell you! Stop it!"

"Silly king, I can't very well stop being in love, for all the good it will do me."

"What's the name again?"

"Yume to you!"

"Ah...who is he then? How can I chase him away from you?"

n I couldn't help it. I began to chuckle, and from there went to a full_blown laugh. Jareth didn't find it funny.

"Well, who is he?!" He demanded.

Still helpless with laughter, I pointed at the heart_shaped picture frame on my desk, and the photograph that lay within.

I watched him pick up the frame and examining the picture. His face went from contempt to shock to horror very quickly.

"A GIRL?!"

I nodded, grinning.

"I can _not_ believe this! You chose a female over my MANLINESS! I have never been so insulted!"

"Ah, don't be so sexist, J."

"Sexist _ pah! What are you now, a lesbian?!"

"No. And don't be so homophobic, J."

He sputtered. Finally, he bit out, "I hope you're happy...now *everybody* knows who you are, 'Opal!!!" With that he poofed away to find consolation with some other listian, tossing me my purification crystal as he did so. "What will they think of you now...?!"

I blew him a kiss and a wink as he disappeared, and chuckled. "Love you too, Jareth, love you too." I twirled the crystal on my finger a couple of times, then tucked it away. I had come to terms with myself. I didn't need it.

~End