A/N: LAST CHAPTER YAY!

Now, I hope none of you came here looking for plot, because this is pretty much smut from top to bottom (*snicker* bottom! … I really shouldn't be let out. Ever). Fluffy stuff too. There is a touch of plot in there to round things off, only because I don't like leaving too many plot holes around.

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PART FOUR - Resolution

Thirteen years after Sarah solved the Labyrinth, she finally admitted to herself that she may have fallen for the Goblin King.

Not caring that they were covered in dust and grazes from their run-in with the Scouts of the Hunt, Sarah and Jareth were feverishly exploring each other's mouths on the road that had recently swallowed the two dangerous fae.

Sarah absently wished that they could continue their make-out session somewhere more comfortable.

"Hey, wait-" Sarah pulled her lips away from Jareth's. "Where did this come from?" She looked around. They were lying in the middle of her ginormous bed. In her bedroom. "How the hell did we get here?"

"What did you wish, precious Sarah?" His lips tickled just below her collarbone.

"Ah- tickles! Stop!" She snorted with laughter and pushed his head away, trying to think while a gorgeous Goblin King nestled himself between her covered breasts. "Um, oh. Right-"

"See?" He smiled triumphantly at her through her boobs. "Of course, we will have to teach you how to control it so there are no unfortunate mishaps. But that can wait," he said, eyeing her cleavage. Sparing a quick glance at her polished cotton sheets, he raised an eyebrow. "I must say, precious, I do approve of this bed."

"Oh, well, your Majesty-" she announced pompously before his Majesty decided to shove his hands under her top. Her sentence ended with a small shriek. "Hey!"

"Yes?" He looked at her, as innocent as a day-old lamb.

"Aren't you sore? Cut up? Concussed?"

"Not at all, Sarah! Healing as we speak! Come now, I think you have far too many layers on."

Sarah sighed in mock frustration and relaxed her arms as he pushed her jacket off her arms and pulled her shirt over her head. Jareth hummed with approval and dived for her chest again, pushing her flat onto her back. Running his long, gloved fingers over the tops of her breasts, he hooked his left hand onto the top of the cup of her bra and carefully dipped a hand inside. Cupping her right breast in a gloved hand, he latched on with a sinful mouth, alternatively laving her nipple with his tongue and sucking hard. Sarah gasped at the sensation, the heat from his mouth shooting straight down to her core.

Arching against him, pushing herself further into his mouth, she let loose a long, husky moan. He responded delightfully, groaning against her skin as his hips rutted into hers. Deciding that her other nipple must be feeling rather left out, Jareth pushed her other gorgeously shaped breast out of the material shamefully covering it from his gaze, and latched on with enthusiasm, flicking his tongue over the hardening tip before engulfing it with his whole mouth.

Sarah let out a short scream as sensation like an electric shock shuddered through her body at the feel of his mouth on her. "Th-this isn't normal," she panted. "Oh, holy-"

Jareth had slid his hands up her spine and was now attempting to unclip her bra. "Of course not, precious," he grunted, slightly distracted at the sight of her jiggling boobs centimetres away from his face. "This is- is- Is magic. Ah ha!" He grinned and triumphantly waved her black t-shirt bra like a patriot on July the Fourth. "Success!"

She burst into laughter at the sight, and the Goblin King pouted at her humour. "I find it rather disconcerting when you laugh at me like that, precious."

Reaching up with a toothy smile, Sarah grabbed his ruffled shirt and pushed him down on the bed. "You're such a dork, Goblin King, you know that?" She slid a long leg over him and perched herself over his straining erection, still trapped in his tight breeches.

"No, I'm not. I'm fearsome and frightening," he argued distractedly, his pupils wide as he took in his love hovering over him.

"Well, Fearsome and Frightening, how attached are you to this shirt?"

He was still mesmerised by her soft breasts and reached for them again muttering, "Oh, it's not a favourite-"

"Good, because I wish it was gone." Now the Goblin King was shirtless beneath her. "And the gloves." Sarah felt herself grow a little more damp between her thighs. "Oh, yes," she whispered, trailing her fingers softly up his torso to brush lightly over his flat nipples.

"Goddess-" Jareth breathed out in a rush.

"If you say so," Sarah chuckled and bent over, letting her long hair tickle his sides. He jerked at the sensation, then cried out, clutching her hips, as she tasted the skin between his neck and shoulder. Unable to help himself - he had been dreaming of this moment for thirteen years - he pulled her down as he thrust his hips up. Losing her balance at the motion, Sarah fell forward onto his hard chest, and they both hissed at the skin-on-skin contact.

Their mouths crashed together with little finesse, tongues battling for dominance, basically the story of their long, strange courtship. Coming up for air, Sarah kissed her way down Jareth's chest - ear, neck, collarbone - she slid down his scorching body, laying herself flat, pressing her tight nipples against flesh that felt like it should burn. She could smell the cinnamon scent of magic as she brushed her nose against his pectoral and he shuddered helplessly beneath her and her eyelids drooped in pleasure.

Jareth cried out and arched beneath her like a cat as he felt her warm tongue lick one nipple. "Sensitive, are we?" Sarah laughed breathlessly.

He threw his arms around her suddenly and rolled them both over, she locked her legs around his narrow waist and he thrust his hips hard into hers. "Oh!" Sarah huffed as his hardness rubbed against her embarrassingly wet and still completely covered core.

"Sensitive, are we?" He smirked.

Sarah pulled a face at the Goblin King, and rolled her hips beneath him, pushing his lovely ass in with her feet, and they both groaned at the sensation. "Let me undress you, Sarah," Jareth whispered, peppering the side of her face in kisses. "Please, I've been waiting so long-"

Nothing like having a powerful, magical being beg to undress her. Sarah briefly wondered if she a bit of a sadistic streak. Something to explore later. Unable to form words, she nodded eagerly. He shuffled down on the bed and unbuttoned her work slacks, pulling the plain black trousers off her legs and taking her flat shoes with them. It left her exposed to his gaze, dressed in nothing but a pair of plain black panties. Without taking his eyes off the sight in front of him, the Goblin King leapt off the side of the huge bed and tugged his boots off and threw them into a corner of the bedroom.

Climbing back onto the mattress, he prowled towards her on all fours, his eyes dark with desire. "You look good enough to eat, precious," he growled, sliding his hands up the inside of her spread thighs. Hooking his fingers around the sides of her underwear, he pulled them almost roughly past her hips, pushing her legs up into the air as her untangled them from her feet. "Much better," he muttered to himself, getting his first proper look at Sarah's swollen, soaking lips.

Sarah's legs dropped back to the bed with a thump and a whimper at the look on Jareth's face. She was beginning to doubt that she would survive the experience of fucking the Goblin King.

But what a way to go.

Jareth gently lowered himself and tenderly kissed the inside of one thigh, then another, before finally allowing himself to bury his face where they both wanted it. Sarah trembled violently in anticipation as she felt his breath ghost over her womanhood. "Just a taste-" he whispered before licking her slit from bottom to top.

"Oh, fuck!" Sarah cried out, pulling herself away from the sensation.

"Uh, uh, ah, precious thing," the Goblin King growled before snatching her hips possessively. "I'm not finished." And he licked her again, before thrusting his tongue deep inside.

She wasn't able to form coherent words, there were only whimpers and gasps left. Jareth's tongue drove into her again and took up a rhythm and Sarah grabbed his hair with both hands and shrieked, "Please!"

He hummed approvingly against her clit and took it between his lips. Sarah's toes curled in happy expectation. Then he stopped. It took a few moments before she lifted her head from her blankets to glare at him, panting. Jareth was staring at her centre, slanted eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" She demanded. "Why'd you-"

"I have just realised, Sarah," he interrupted her, "That you have not called me by my name since you rescued me."

"Huh?" Trying to figure him out when there was no blood left circulating in her brain was asking too much.

"My name, precious," he emphasised. "I have a great desire to hear it from your lips again. You know it was the sound of my name that brought me back." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Really?" Sarah's head thumped back onto the bed. She pushed herself up on her elbows suddenly. "You know what, Goblin King? I seem to recall that you swore the next time that I came-" she lifted an eyebrow right back at him, "-it would be with your name on my lips."

Jareth sat up eagerly. "Do I sense a challenge, precious thing?"

"Are you up for it, your Majesty?"

In response, his mouth stretched into a wide grin and Sarah's arms gave out as she felt a long, hot finger push into her wet channel. She moaned loudly as he climbed over her and latched onto one of her nipples, finger sliding in and out, coating itself in her juices. A second finger joined the first, and Jareth tasted his way down her stomach back to her throbbing clit.

Dedicating himself to the challenge, Jareth sucked hard on the bundle of nerves, pushing into her with wet fingers, rocking her entire body. Lifting his head, he whispered against her sensitive flesh, "Say my name, Sarah."

She could only moan pitifully in response. He shifted slightly, moving her bare feet onto his broad shoulders then pushing her knees out further. He circled her clit with a thumb and sing-songed, "Sarah-"

"Mmmmph?"

Ducking down to pull her clit back into his mouth, he grazed his teeth lightly over the highly sensitive flesh. Sarah shrieked and began to shudder.

"Oh, oh, oh-"

The Goblin King was rutting against the mattress as his Queen writhed in ecstasy. He wouldn't last much longer if she kept making those delicious sounds. "Say my name!" He hissed through gritted teeth.

"Oh shit, oh shi-"

Jareth grunted as he attached himself again to his task. His pale skin shone with sweat and his head swam with the scent of her.

Sarah's back arched completely off the bed as her legs shook. Then she felt him add a third finger and curl his digits-

"Ja-reth!" She was gone. Neck straining as she shook violently, she released a pained howl as her body drowned in pleasure. The Goblin King's triumphant cry was cut off with a quick curse and and a hoarse bellow as he shuddered between her legs.

Sarah came to not long after, blinking away the remnants of her orgasm. She ran her hands through the wild blonde hair resting on her stomach and rubbed her boneless legs against the broad back still situated between her thighs. "Hey, Goblin King. You actually won this time," she chuckled breathlessly.

His response was a low moan. Lifting his head and perching his chin into the soft skin just below her belly button, Jareth looked slightly shame-faced. "That hasn't happened for quite a while."

"You getting a woman off?"

"What? No!" He looked offended, before kissing the soft skin below his mouth. "I seem to have-" His cheekbones coloured prettily, "I- joined you in arriving, precious."

Sarah's mouth stretched into a stupid grin. "I taste that good, huh?"

Jareth let out a bark of laughter at that. "Yes, you do."

Pushing herself up, she gently guided him onto his back. "Well, I'm just going to have to clean you up then, aren't I?" He looked confused, the poor dear. Opening his mouth in protest, she shushed him with a finger to his soft lips. "Nah, ah. My turn."

Protests gone, and a wide-eyed eagerness replacing it, Jareth helped Sarah remove his sticky breeches, and she peeled them off his long legs with a flourish. Straddling one thigh, Sarah leaned down with both hands placed on either side of his hips and contemplated his cock. It was shiny with his juices and lay, softened, a little to the left. She breathed in his musky scent, and then licked a stripe up the long, pale shaft.

He sighed contentedly at the feel of her soft tongue. "Like that, Jareth?" She whispered, watching his face carefully for a reaction. He twitched at the sound of his name, and his resting cock suddenly smacked into the underside of her jaw. Jareth gaped at the sight. She gaped at the sight. Recovering quickly, Sarah licked the erect member again and grinned. "I think you do, Jareth."

He gasped as his cock revived at the sound of his name, pulsing slightly. "That ha-hasn't happened before- Ngh!" He threw his head back as she took the tip into her mouth and tasted him. Sucking lightly as the Goblin King squirmed beneath her, hands fisting into the blankets, she decided he tasted like sweet cinnamon with a touch of nutmeg.

"Sarah-" Jareth moaned at the sight of her pink lips wrapped around his cock. Thankfully, she took mercy on him and straddled him fully. His long fingers latched onto her hips almost painfully as she held his thick member in one hand and balanced herself on his chest with the other. The feel of her slick tightness enveloping him just about had him shaming himself again. He let her take control until he felt her stop about halfway down. With a strangled moan, he thrust his hips up and pulled her hips down, empaling her on his cock.

Sarah made a sound like someone had punched her in the gut and half-collapsed on his chest. Jareth immediately regretted the move. "Sarah, precious? I'm sorry-"

"'S alright," came her muffled reply. "Just- You're big." She looked at him with flushed face and bright eyes, her mouth slightly parted and Jareth decided, right then and there, that he would fight dragons for this woman. "Just g-give me a moment."

Brushing a lock of dark hair out of her eyes, he murmured, "Take all the time you need, precious."

She proceeded to wiggle herself into a more comfortable position. Jareth gritted his teeth and clutched her hips tighter as she moved, clenching around him, ruing his promise.

Sarah just felt so full. She didn't have as much sexual experience as she boasted to, and there was a tiny bit of anxiety that she was not built to take him. Ignoring the nasty voice in her head, she braced herself on the beautiful fae beneath her, and eased herself further down, wincing as he hit her cervix. Taking a deep breath, she eased up on her knees, then slowly back down. That's better. And again. Oh, so much better.

"Sarah?" The Goblin King, eyes shut tight in what looked like extreme agony, choked from below. "Are you- you-"

Allowing herself a smile and sigh of pleasure as she rocked her hips again, she answered, "Much better."

"Thank the goddess," Jareth moaned and thrust his hips up again, pulling her down and capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. He bent his knees up and Sarah found herself sliding forward, closer to his mouth, her legs spread wide as he plunged into her, his feet braced on the bed.

Closing his large hands over her hips again, he tightened his grip and began to growl deep in his chest at the feel of her clenching around his cock. She was approaching the edge again, her arms had slid under his shoulders to clutch them from behind, giving him free reign to thrust harder. She was whispering into his neck, interspersed with hot, open mouthed kisses on his neck and below his jaw.

The Goblin King finally caught some of her words, "-fill me up, Jareth-" At that, his back arched and she clamped down on him, shuddering with her release and he felt himself grow inside her as he came gloriously, her name on his lips.

Her long, drawn out moan changed pitch suddenly. "Wh- what-?"

Jareth's eyes snapped open at the sensation of growing larger still within her. The base of his cock throbbed and quickly and efficiently locked him inside of her, still spasming slightly with his release. Panting hard at the sensation, he shared a baffled look with Sarah, before her body clamped down on him again and her eyes rolled back as another climax hit her.

Jareth howled as that triggered him again into another orgasm, and he felt the black close in around him.

Whimpering softly at the sensation of the Goblin King's inhuman cock locked inside her channel, Sarah lifted her head from his chest, fingers wrapped around the pendant still hanging from around his neck like a lifeline. It took her a moment to realise that he was out cold, and she began to giggle hysterically. Which, in turn, caused her body to try force out his cock, which in turn caused another orgasm to rip through her.

She almost sobbed in pleasure. "I don't think I can take anymore-" she whimpered as her orgasm-racked body flopped back over the Goblin King. "Jareth?" He woke with a small gasp.

"Sarah?" His voice was hoarse from yelling.

"Wh- what's goin' on down there?" She slurred a little with exhaustion. She nearly began to laugh again in helplessness, but clamped down on the urge. "Is this normal?"

Jareth laughed instead, a short sharp bark. "No, precious. No, it isn't." He lifted his head and kissed her hair. "I'm so sorry," his voice was rueful.

Sarah did laugh then, then dug her nails into his shoulders as her body shuddered with another bone-melting release. Jareth wrapped his arms tight around her as she rode it out. Running his hands up and down her swear-slicked spine, his eyes widened with sudden realisation.

"Precious, I believe I know the root of our predicament."

"Root is right, sweet-cheeks," Sarah cackled, looking up at him with a tired grin.

"Stop that," he snorted with humour. "This is serious."

"A hot magic man stuck between my legs? Very serious!"

"Magic man?" He was indignant. "I am so much more than that, precious thing."

"Yes, you are," she smiled sweetly, and leaned up to gently touch his lips with hers. But what began as an innocent kiss sparked something else, and a shiver ran down her spine like electricity. Energy swamped her body and she tightened around the swollen cock anchoring her to the Goblin King.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, Jareth," she gasped. "Oh-"

The Goblin King was drowning in a prickly heat, and he gasped harshly as it headed straight down to his groin. With a roar, he flipped her onto her back and pushed himself up on his knees, her backside resting on his muscular thighs. Gripping her soft bum cheeks he lifted her and began to instinctively plunge into her in short sharp movements, all that he could do trapped inside her.

The erotic current raced through Sarah, focussing on her core. Her head and shoulders were being pushed into the bed with the force of Jareth's thrusts and she squeezed him with her thighs. She could hear him muttering between his gasps for breath, "Sorry, I'm sorry-"

"J- Jareth?"

He whimpered, not even looking at her, "I'm sorry, Sarah. So sor-"

She grabbed his forearms and he looked up in surprise. "I'm good, Jareth. Finish us off," she panted, a spark in her eye. His mouth dropped in sheer admiration and then his mouth split with what should have been a terrifying grin, but Sarah knew that one now. That one promised all sorts of wonderful things. "Finish it."

Wrapping her legs around him, Sarah braced for the final onslaught. Jareth threw his head back and bellowed with pleasure as his thick cock finally loosened from Sarah's tight walls and he could move in her properly.

Sarah twisted beneath him, holding on for dear life to his legs and finally tensed as she felt her orgasm approach like a high-speed train. She shrieked with triumph as her body fell into spasms and left her breathless. Jareth fell on her with a long moan and she felt him finally release inside her.

They were both silent for a moment while they caught their respective breaths. "As I was saying," the Goblin King continued in a calm, yet breathless voice, "I believe your newly-awakened magic may be a touch too literal to use during intercourse."

"Huh?"

Nosing her soft cheek, he whispered, "'Fill me up?'"

Sarah looked at him in horror. "Shit. Shit! I didn't mean-"

"Of course not, precious," he reassured her. He propped himself up on his elbows and grinned down at her lasciviously. "But it gives me so many ideas for the future."

She rolled her eyes and slapped him lightly on the arm. "Pervert."

Easing himself out carefully, Sarah flinched at the inevitable onslaught of bodily fluids, made worse by the only-read-about-in-erotica multiple orgasms they both had, but with a wave of a hand, nothing split out onto her rumpled blankets. That's handy. Jareth threw himself happily down next to her, reaching out and dragging her to him with a contented sigh.

Sarah allowed herself to be the little spoon for a while, playing absently with his long fingers, enjoying the feel of the Goblin King's hot breath in her hair.

"Jareth?"

Squeezing her tighter with a lean arm, he let out a swift huff, then said ruefully, "Precious, you know how I said that I wanted to hear my name on your lips?"

"Yeah?" Pushing his hips into her bum as an answer, she felt him revived and throbbing, resting hot between her cheeks. "You're fucking kidding me."

He hummed, and rocked again into her. "Fucking? Yes. Kidding, never."

Grabbing his wrist and attempting to untangle her legs from his, she said with a breathy laugh, "Okay. No more saying your name until we get my magic sorted. Done." Turning her head on the pillow, she let her eyes linger over his features, angular and sharp. Jareth adored her with his gaze, and lifted a hand to brush back a lock of dark hair. Sarah's gaze turned serious as she saw the dried blood still left on his healed cheekbone and remembered the cold gazes of the Scouts. "Am I still in danger here?"

The fae's hand froze on her head. "Yes," he replied softly, with a frown.

"Do I have to come back with you? To the Underground?"

He looked away, turning his head to stare at the ceiling. "Would that be so bad, precious?"

Sarah traced a hand over his bared chest, and he shivered with pleasure. "Not as bad as I once thought." He turned back, a hopeful look in his unusual eyes. She shrugged and threw an accusing glare his way. "It's obvious I need help with the magic you gave me."

Not having any of it, the Goblin King rolled her under him, wedging a long leg between hers as he stole a kiss. "It ceased being my magic the moment you left the Labyrinth, precious thing. Seems you had plenty of magic inside you already, I just-" he twirled his hand with a smirk, "-woke it up."

Sarah scoffed at the self-congratulatory look he wore. "Good work there, your Majesty."

"Why, thank you, Sarah," he kissed her again. "You know, once you are more trained, it will be safer for you to return here, to the Aboveground."

"Really?" She asked hopefully.

"Oh, yes. But-" he stopped, eyeing her carefully. "You won't be the same."

She closed her eyes, and answered, slightly resigned. Slightly disappointed. "Yeah. Yeah, I know." Fixing him with her glorious green gaze, she gave him a small smile, "But I haven't been the same since I met you, Goblin King."

"Nor I, you," he replied huskily.

Their chaste kiss quickly became heated as Jareth rocked a hard thigh against her core. Sarah gasped and retaliated by smoothing her hands down the impossibly soft skin of his lightly muscled back, no injuries evident, until she reached his delectable ass.

Squeezing it with both hands, he moaned into the skin of her neck and she lifted her head to whisper seductively into his ear, "By the way, could I have my socks back?"