Of Cupid and Psyche - SMUT ALERT!
I knew when I began working on this story that it would inevitably wind up with some smut. For the love of god, it's a play on the Grecco-Roman (sp?) myth. Naturally, however, long before smut appeared in the story, the scene came to mind, and I knew exactly how Sarah and Jareth were going to get their freak on. Now, naturally since this is being posted on fanfiction.net and not an adult site, I'm not certain I'll be permitted to post the full scene. It is NOT as explicit as some things I've written, however, still I blush as I post this. Naturally, Sarah's POV, and since she's blind, we only get hints about Jareth. I haven't proofed it yet, so it's in it's most raw form currently.
Anyways, hope everyone enjoys.
“You were warned to never enter my chambers, Sarah...”
She shivered as his lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. Her throat tried to close and she swallowed reflexively, trying to calm her racing heart. “Forgive me...” She whispered, feeling her back come into contact with the hardness of the wall. “Please...” She felt no shame in begging, and at the moment, she was very fearful of this man, a man she thought she could trust - she wanted to trust.
She felt his heat, smelled his intoxicating scent as he leaned towards her - she tilted her face up, her lips parting as she stared blindly at him, feeling helpless and trapped. She felt his breath upon her face and his hand, which felt feverishly hot, came to rest at her waist. Her heart rate spiked when he used that grip to pull her intimately close to him. Now her throat did close, even as her lips parted ever so slightly.
What was he doing? What would he do? She felt his thigh against hers and wondered what he thought he was doing. Suddenly, his breath rushed across her face and she swallowed hard, wondering how close his face must be to her own. Again he spoke. “You must suffer the consequences of your actions, precious...”
Her hands came up, instinctively, however she wasn't certain she wanted to push the man away or pull him closer. She was wonderfully excited, but she couldn't deny the sheer terror which ran through her. She could feel his skin beneath her hands and found she couldn't quite keep them still.
Suddenly, his mouth was on hers, seeking, demanding, pressing her head and shoulders back into the wall even as his arm stole around her waist, holding her lower body firmly against his own. A thrill of pleasure rushed through her as his other hand came to cradle the back of her head, his fingers laced through her hair. She clutched his shoulders desperately, her nails biting at his flesh.
An inhuman sound left his throat and his tongue met with the seam of her lips before pressing between them, forcing her mouth open. She let him, returning his kiss with as much passion as he gave. His hands began roving over her body and she felt her blood heat, desire burning through her.
“Mine.” His voice rasped softly as he pulled back for a moment to catch his breath. At any other moment, Sarah might have disagreed. However, there was something in her mind telling her that this man she couldn't even see was making her feel things she'd never felt before.
She caught two fist fulls of his silken hair and used it to haul his mouth to hers again. She kissed him, trying to convey her answer, trying to make him see what she wanted. That sound rumbled from his chest again and his hands gripped her hips, lifting her off the floor ever so slightly. His hands coaxed her legs to wrap around him and she broke the kiss. She could feel the heat running to her face when she felt the evidence of his own desire pressed intimately against her.
“Sarah...” He breathed. “Say I can have you or I shall go mad.” He whispered, his hands sliding over her body cupping her bottom, even as he held her against the wall.
Her head fell back to the cold stone and she panted for breath. “I...” She closed her eyes, trying to focus on something, anything. All she could feel, however, was the contrast between his hot body and hands and the cool stone behind her. “Have me.” She finally whispered, bringing her lips blindly to his face and kissing all over it. “Have me, Jareth. Have all of me.”
He spun her away from the wall, crossing the room with several long strides before she felt the softness of a mattress beneath her. He gripped the front of the chemise she wore and his hands gripped either side of the collar, ripping it. She gasped, startled at the violence of the motion. A moment later, however, she felt his hands skimming over her now bare flesh and she arched into him, throwing her head back as his lips burned a path down her throat.
Those wicked lips brushed across her collarbone, chasing his own fingers. Her breath shuddered out of her, followed by a deep moan as fingertips swept down over the swell of her breasts, chased by what she could only guess to be his tongue. One hand cupped and fondled her, even as his lips settled down on the peak to tease and thrill her. The other began echoing the same motions at her other nipple, tugging in time with his skilled mouth. She cried out weakly, clinging to him in desperation. “Jareth...” She begged softly, pressing herself against him. Something inside her was awakening. It was something she'd periodically felt when dealing with this man, whenever their passions had fought against each other.
His mouth moved to her other breast and that hand swept down, playing over her stomach, down as far as her navel. She felt a finger begin slipping in and out of her belly button and her mouth ran dry. “Oh god...” She whispered.
She felt his lips curve into a smile against her and his hands slipped over the skirt of her chemise to the cleft of her thighs, slipping between them, lightly playing against her the fabric the only barrier between his flesh and her own. She twisted her legs around his own, crying out to him as he caressed her with his hands and mouth. She felt like she was on fire - he was burning her.
Her hands gripped his head, pulling him up so she could meet his mouth with her own. She demanded entry into his mouth, and suddenly, his hands tore the garment open fully, and his bare chest came down to rest upon hers. One hand plunged between her legs, his fingers sliding over her slick folds. The feeling of his hands upon her there nearly sent her over the edge. His lips slid with deliberate skill over hers, setting the pace even as she tried to encourage him to go faster.
A sob choked her when she felt a finger slid wetly inside her and she arched her body against him, crying out in desperation, even as his tongue entered her mouth. She heard his feral growl and his lips began sweeping a burning trail across her cheek, along her jaw and over her chin. When they met with her pulse and his tongue darted out to caress it, she whimpered in need. “Jareth, please...”
Another finger slid wetly against her opening before the first drew back and both entered. She threw her head back, clinging to the man. She set her nails into the back of his neck and heard him chuckle faintly in amusement before his teeth lightly bit the side of her neck. The feeling of his teeth on her skin caught her by surprise and intense pleasure flooded her.
With a growl of her own, which didn't sound quite as formidable in her human throat, she used a move she didn't know she knew and found herself atop the Goblin King. She wrenched the chemise off of her body, and pulled his hands away from her, baring her teeth at him. She heard his panted breaths, even as he lay passively beneath her, letting her pin him to the bed. She kissed his face, missing his mouth, her lips landing on his chin. He didn't seem to mind, as his hands fisted with her own. Deliberately, she slid her lips over his chin and down his neck, feeling the muscles on his neck tighten as she lightly brushed over the pulse in his neck.
“By the darkness, woman...” He gasped as she slid farther down him, her lips brushing lightly over his chest, meeting with his nipples. She kissed and sucked on them, listening to him rasp out words in several languages. Finally, she released his hands, sliding her own along his torso, mesmerized by the feel of his smooth skin. She felt the top of his breeches and ran her hand along the top, finding them untied and loosened. She kissed her way down to his belly button, sliding his pants down, her fingers briefly pulling at smooth flesh before she pressed a soft kiss to his hip, which ripped another feral snarl from his lips.
“Sarah, you're playing with fire...” He rasped, even as he let her push his pants off. She ignored him, kissing the inside of his thigh. She ran her fingers lightly over him before wrapping her hand around him fully. He cried out in surprise and she felt his hand grip her wrist. “Sarah-”
She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against the head. His hand fell away and she heard him moan something she didn't understand. Something moist touched her lips and she drew back, licking them. Whatever it was tasted a bit salty and she blushed, realizing after a brief moment what it was. She rested a hand upon his hip, then leaned forward, running her tongue lightly over him. A vicious swear left his lips and she sighed in contentment. She hesitated for another moment before she put her mouth on him, sucking softly as she pulled back.
A sharp cry came from the man beneath her and she felt his hands grip her shoulders. “Sarah...” He moaned, his voice sounding raw. “If you continue this-”
She closed her teeth down around him, and another cry left him. She brought her free hand up, caressing the sack between his legs and the one she'd rested upon his hip found his own hand and she gave it a tender squeeze. But she didn't stop.
In scarcely a minute, the man let out a moan, which turned to a cry that ended with considerable volume and he spilled his seed in her mouth. She gagged softly, but swallowed it so it would fall upon his sheets.
Moments later, she found herself between him and the bed again, his mouth upon hers with bruising pressure. She let him ply her mouth open and his hands slid over her. She felt as though he were worshiping her with lips and tongue and fingertips. “Sarah...” he whispered, his lips close to her ear. “You minx...” She felt him smile broadly and suddenly his hands were on her hips and he was kissing her belly button. She gasped, blushing darkly as he held her firmly against the mattress.
She quivered as his hands slid over her legs, pulling them over his shoulders. “Jareth?” she asked nervously.
She didn't have an opportunity to speak again, as his lips met with the cleft of her thighs, one hand spreading her lips as his other sought her entrance, two fingers sliding inside of her. She dug her head back into the mattress, her throat closing. Weakly, she cried out, her own hands spearing into his hair, simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him closer. Her head tossed back and forth as his tongue stroked her outside and his fingers stroked within. She was rapidly losing coherency and blamed the man who was causing the intense pleasure for what she could see as nothing more than insanity. Those fingers inside her began to curl against the top wall and the pleasure sharpened, focused.
She arched into his mouth and hand, his name on her lips as she came apart and completely undone.
By the time she came down, he was leaning over her - she could feel his hair tickling her face. Somehow, she knew he was smiling without seeing him. Her breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath, but before she could, she could feel him press against her once again. Her eyes widened dramatically and her lips parted in surprise. “Jareth...?”
“I'm afraid your suffering isn't over yet...”
His voice was teasing, yet strained. His lips came down to meet with her own as he sheathed himself within her. There was no pain, but she cried out regardless, in surprise, in desire. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as he began to set the pace, sliding in and out of her. She was burning again. Each thrust of his hips against hers sharpened the pleasure she felt. She pressed up to meet him, swallowing his moans with her own mouth, as he swallowed her own with his.
His hands roamed over her as though he were memorizing the feel of her skin, the curves of her body and hers echoed his movements, sliding over his back, enjoying each ridge of muscle she touched. “Jareth...” She moaned desperately, digging her head back into the mattress as she drug her nails across his skin.
He hissed softly, in pain, and she felt him bite down on her neck, putting far more pressure than he had before. A cry left her and before she realized she was at the edge, he heaved her over, and followed after, that voice rasping words in a strange language against her ear. They came down together, and Sarah found herself being cradled lovingly against his strong chest. She could still feel him within her, as though he did not want to pull away from her. Blushing, she leaned up, kissing the underside of his jaw gently.
A soft chuckle left him and his lips pressed against the top of her head. “Precious one...” He breathed, his hands combing through her hair gently.
She blushed, hiding her face against his chest. “My king...” She couldn't keep her tone from being possessive as his own. She felt his lips curve into a smile and there was a contented sigh from the man who held her gently.
“Yes, darling...” He murmured softly, and she felt his cheek rub gently against her head. “Forever.”
And that's it...*blush* Anways, hope anyone who read it enjoyed.
Anyways, hope everyone enjoys.
“You were warned to never enter my chambers, Sarah...”
She shivered as his lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. Her throat tried to close and she swallowed reflexively, trying to calm her racing heart. “Forgive me...” She whispered, feeling her back come into contact with the hardness of the wall. “Please...” She felt no shame in begging, and at the moment, she was very fearful of this man, a man she thought she could trust - she wanted to trust.
She felt his heat, smelled his intoxicating scent as he leaned towards her - she tilted her face up, her lips parting as she stared blindly at him, feeling helpless and trapped. She felt his breath upon her face and his hand, which felt feverishly hot, came to rest at her waist. Her heart rate spiked when he used that grip to pull her intimately close to him. Now her throat did close, even as her lips parted ever so slightly.
What was he doing? What would he do? She felt his thigh against hers and wondered what he thought he was doing. Suddenly, his breath rushed across her face and she swallowed hard, wondering how close his face must be to her own. Again he spoke. “You must suffer the consequences of your actions, precious...”
Her hands came up, instinctively, however she wasn't certain she wanted to push the man away or pull him closer. She was wonderfully excited, but she couldn't deny the sheer terror which ran through her. She could feel his skin beneath her hands and found she couldn't quite keep them still.
Suddenly, his mouth was on hers, seeking, demanding, pressing her head and shoulders back into the wall even as his arm stole around her waist, holding her lower body firmly against his own. A thrill of pleasure rushed through her as his other hand came to cradle the back of her head, his fingers laced through her hair. She clutched his shoulders desperately, her nails biting at his flesh.
An inhuman sound left his throat and his tongue met with the seam of her lips before pressing between them, forcing her mouth open. She let him, returning his kiss with as much passion as he gave. His hands began roving over her body and she felt her blood heat, desire burning through her.
“Mine.” His voice rasped softly as he pulled back for a moment to catch his breath. At any other moment, Sarah might have disagreed. However, there was something in her mind telling her that this man she couldn't even see was making her feel things she'd never felt before.
She caught two fist fulls of his silken hair and used it to haul his mouth to hers again. She kissed him, trying to convey her answer, trying to make him see what she wanted. That sound rumbled from his chest again and his hands gripped her hips, lifting her off the floor ever so slightly. His hands coaxed her legs to wrap around him and she broke the kiss. She could feel the heat running to her face when she felt the evidence of his own desire pressed intimately against her.
“Sarah...” He breathed. “Say I can have you or I shall go mad.” He whispered, his hands sliding over her body cupping her bottom, even as he held her against the wall.
Her head fell back to the cold stone and she panted for breath. “I...” She closed her eyes, trying to focus on something, anything. All she could feel, however, was the contrast between his hot body and hands and the cool stone behind her. “Have me.” She finally whispered, bringing her lips blindly to his face and kissing all over it. “Have me, Jareth. Have all of me.”
He spun her away from the wall, crossing the room with several long strides before she felt the softness of a mattress beneath her. He gripped the front of the chemise she wore and his hands gripped either side of the collar, ripping it. She gasped, startled at the violence of the motion. A moment later, however, she felt his hands skimming over her now bare flesh and she arched into him, throwing her head back as his lips burned a path down her throat.
Those wicked lips brushed across her collarbone, chasing his own fingers. Her breath shuddered out of her, followed by a deep moan as fingertips swept down over the swell of her breasts, chased by what she could only guess to be his tongue. One hand cupped and fondled her, even as his lips settled down on the peak to tease and thrill her. The other began echoing the same motions at her other nipple, tugging in time with his skilled mouth. She cried out weakly, clinging to him in desperation. “Jareth...” She begged softly, pressing herself against him. Something inside her was awakening. It was something she'd periodically felt when dealing with this man, whenever their passions had fought against each other.
His mouth moved to her other breast and that hand swept down, playing over her stomach, down as far as her navel. She felt a finger begin slipping in and out of her belly button and her mouth ran dry. “Oh god...” She whispered.
She felt his lips curve into a smile against her and his hands slipped over the skirt of her chemise to the cleft of her thighs, slipping between them, lightly playing against her the fabric the only barrier between his flesh and her own. She twisted her legs around his own, crying out to him as he caressed her with his hands and mouth. She felt like she was on fire - he was burning her.
Her hands gripped his head, pulling him up so she could meet his mouth with her own. She demanded entry into his mouth, and suddenly, his hands tore the garment open fully, and his bare chest came down to rest upon hers. One hand plunged between her legs, his fingers sliding over her slick folds. The feeling of his hands upon her there nearly sent her over the edge. His lips slid with deliberate skill over hers, setting the pace even as she tried to encourage him to go faster.
A sob choked her when she felt a finger slid wetly inside her and she arched her body against him, crying out in desperation, even as his tongue entered her mouth. She heard his feral growl and his lips began sweeping a burning trail across her cheek, along her jaw and over her chin. When they met with her pulse and his tongue darted out to caress it, she whimpered in need. “Jareth, please...”
Another finger slid wetly against her opening before the first drew back and both entered. She threw her head back, clinging to the man. She set her nails into the back of his neck and heard him chuckle faintly in amusement before his teeth lightly bit the side of her neck. The feeling of his teeth on her skin caught her by surprise and intense pleasure flooded her.
With a growl of her own, which didn't sound quite as formidable in her human throat, she used a move she didn't know she knew and found herself atop the Goblin King. She wrenched the chemise off of her body, and pulled his hands away from her, baring her teeth at him. She heard his panted breaths, even as he lay passively beneath her, letting her pin him to the bed. She kissed his face, missing his mouth, her lips landing on his chin. He didn't seem to mind, as his hands fisted with her own. Deliberately, she slid her lips over his chin and down his neck, feeling the muscles on his neck tighten as she lightly brushed over the pulse in his neck.
“By the darkness, woman...” He gasped as she slid farther down him, her lips brushing lightly over his chest, meeting with his nipples. She kissed and sucked on them, listening to him rasp out words in several languages. Finally, she released his hands, sliding her own along his torso, mesmerized by the feel of his smooth skin. She felt the top of his breeches and ran her hand along the top, finding them untied and loosened. She kissed her way down to his belly button, sliding his pants down, her fingers briefly pulling at smooth flesh before she pressed a soft kiss to his hip, which ripped another feral snarl from his lips.
“Sarah, you're playing with fire...” He rasped, even as he let her push his pants off. She ignored him, kissing the inside of his thigh. She ran her fingers lightly over him before wrapping her hand around him fully. He cried out in surprise and she felt his hand grip her wrist. “Sarah-”
She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against the head. His hand fell away and she heard him moan something she didn't understand. Something moist touched her lips and she drew back, licking them. Whatever it was tasted a bit salty and she blushed, realizing after a brief moment what it was. She rested a hand upon his hip, then leaned forward, running her tongue lightly over him. A vicious swear left his lips and she sighed in contentment. She hesitated for another moment before she put her mouth on him, sucking softly as she pulled back.
A sharp cry came from the man beneath her and she felt his hands grip her shoulders. “Sarah...” He moaned, his voice sounding raw. “If you continue this-”
She closed her teeth down around him, and another cry left him. She brought her free hand up, caressing the sack between his legs and the one she'd rested upon his hip found his own hand and she gave it a tender squeeze. But she didn't stop.
In scarcely a minute, the man let out a moan, which turned to a cry that ended with considerable volume and he spilled his seed in her mouth. She gagged softly, but swallowed it so it would fall upon his sheets.
Moments later, she found herself between him and the bed again, his mouth upon hers with bruising pressure. She let him ply her mouth open and his hands slid over her. She felt as though he were worshiping her with lips and tongue and fingertips. “Sarah...” he whispered, his lips close to her ear. “You minx...” She felt him smile broadly and suddenly his hands were on her hips and he was kissing her belly button. She gasped, blushing darkly as he held her firmly against the mattress.
She quivered as his hands slid over her legs, pulling them over his shoulders. “Jareth?” she asked nervously.
She didn't have an opportunity to speak again, as his lips met with the cleft of her thighs, one hand spreading her lips as his other sought her entrance, two fingers sliding inside of her. She dug her head back into the mattress, her throat closing. Weakly, she cried out, her own hands spearing into his hair, simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him closer. Her head tossed back and forth as his tongue stroked her outside and his fingers stroked within. She was rapidly losing coherency and blamed the man who was causing the intense pleasure for what she could see as nothing more than insanity. Those fingers inside her began to curl against the top wall and the pleasure sharpened, focused.
She arched into his mouth and hand, his name on her lips as she came apart and completely undone.
By the time she came down, he was leaning over her - she could feel his hair tickling her face. Somehow, she knew he was smiling without seeing him. Her breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath, but before she could, she could feel him press against her once again. Her eyes widened dramatically and her lips parted in surprise. “Jareth...?”
“I'm afraid your suffering isn't over yet...”
His voice was teasing, yet strained. His lips came down to meet with her own as he sheathed himself within her. There was no pain, but she cried out regardless, in surprise, in desire. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as he began to set the pace, sliding in and out of her. She was burning again. Each thrust of his hips against hers sharpened the pleasure she felt. She pressed up to meet him, swallowing his moans with her own mouth, as he swallowed her own with his.
His hands roamed over her as though he were memorizing the feel of her skin, the curves of her body and hers echoed his movements, sliding over his back, enjoying each ridge of muscle she touched. “Jareth...” She moaned desperately, digging her head back into the mattress as she drug her nails across his skin.
He hissed softly, in pain, and she felt him bite down on her neck, putting far more pressure than he had before. A cry left her and before she realized she was at the edge, he heaved her over, and followed after, that voice rasping words in a strange language against her ear. They came down together, and Sarah found herself being cradled lovingly against his strong chest. She could still feel him within her, as though he did not want to pull away from her. Blushing, she leaned up, kissing the underside of his jaw gently.
A soft chuckle left him and his lips pressed against the top of her head. “Precious one...” He breathed, his hands combing through her hair gently.
She blushed, hiding her face against his chest. “My king...” She couldn't keep her tone from being possessive as his own. She felt his lips curve into a smile and there was a contented sigh from the man who held her gently.
“Yes, darling...” He murmured softly, and she felt his cheek rub gently against her head. “Forever.”
And that's it...*blush* Anways, hope anyone who read it enjoyed.