Jareth shows up

As Garek moves away, Jareth steps out from the shadows of the surrounding trees, a broad grin on his face. "Well, it seems our little chick has already had her breakfast," he taunts, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. Ciri meets his gaze squarely, her lips pressed into a thin line as she is painfully aware of her nakedness and the remnants of Garek's semen in her mouth. "What do you want, Jareth?" she asks coolly, her voice still firm despite the humiliation and the semen clinging to her lips. Jareth laughs softly, his eyes raking over her hungrily. "I think you already know, Ciri. It's not fair that only Garek gets to have all the fun, right?" He unbuttons his pants, and his erect penis springs forth, hard and gleaming in the morning light. Ciri swallows hard, a feeling of frustration and fascination stirring within her. Her gaze moves from his face down to his erect penis. She can see the blood vessels coursing across the surface, and the slight twitch that betrays his arousal.

With an internal effort that nearly brings her to trembling, she lifts her gaze back to him. She takes a deep breath, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. "What if I refuse?" He laughs, the sound raw and smoky in the morning silence. "Oh, Ciri, I think you'll comply. Because you see...", he pauses, his gaze sweeping over her body, "...you're in a situation where you don't have many options." Jareth leans closer to her, his face barely an inch from hers. "Then I tell our friends here who you truly are, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon. I didn't call you princess yesterday for no reason. If we were to break camp, we usually let our booty go. Too much effort. But a princess? Garek and Leni would certainly prefer to sell you." Ciri freezes. She can see the malevolence in his eyes and knows he's not making an idle threat. She'll have to do as he commands, or face the consequences. With a resigned sigh, Ciri reluctantly opens her mouth, her eyes fixed on Jareth. His smile spreads triumphantly as he grasps his penis and slowly strokes it. Jareth grins even wider and bends down to Ciri, swinging his erect penis back and forth before her face. He toys with her, rubbing his glans on her cheek, tracing a path from her chin to her forehead, leaving a moist trail. The harassment is clearly a game for him, another humiliation for Ciri. His gaze is focused on the fine line his motion leaves on her face, his grin growing with each sign of her unwillingness.

He brings his penis closer to her, letting it brush across her lips, a game that causes her to tremble. Her tongue comes out almost involuntarily, lightly touching the tip. "That's a good girl," he praises her again, pressing his penis to her lips. "Now take it in your mouth." She hesitates for a moment before obeying. The smile on Jareth's face broadens as he feels the warm, moist sensation of her mouth enveloping his penis, and he starts to thrust. "Oh, that's good. So good, Ciri," he pants, his hands buried in her hair, "Keep it up, and you'll get a second breakfast." The sensations are overwhelming, and Ciri is **** to brace herself, lest she be swept away by them. Jareth's penis throbs in her mouth. She tries to control her breathing as she gives in to the rhythm that Jareth sets.

Ciri tries to focus on her breathing as Jareth thrusts deeper into her mouth. His hips twitch uncontrollably, a sign that he's close to climaxing. She can taste the changing flavor in her mouth, saltier and more bitter, a precursor to what's to come. With a deep, guttural groan, he makes a final, forceful thrust and reaches climax. Ciri feels his muscles tighten and then slacken, feels his body jerk and stiffen before finally relaxing. She feels his penis pulsate and the first drops of his semen flood into her mouth. It's warm and viscous, its taste intense. But she swallows, swallows every drop down, feels the semen slide down her throat and settle in her stomach. A deep sigh escapes Jareth as he withdraws his penis from her mouth. He's still half erect, glossy from her saliva and his semen. Ciri watches him retreat, leaving her alone. Her feelings are a maelstrom of hate and satisfaction.