Losing Her Virginity

"Did I kill him?" Scarlet murmured, a hint of disbelief in her voice. She couldn't fathom the thought of killing someone.

"Will he die from a mere stab? What kind of a devil dies from a single stab on his stomach or he is a fake?" She asked no one in particular, her expression wrought with worry as she knelt down to inspect Jareth's unconscious body.

"Jareth," Scarlet called out anxiously, her voice laced with concern.

Jareth's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a mischievous grin that sent shivers down Scarlet's spine. His smile spoke of danger and Scarlet couldn't help but feel a surge of goosebumps on her skin.

In an instant, Jareth had flipped her over and she was now beneath him on the soft bed. He held her hands down with a firm grip.

His eyes glowed in a deep shade of red, even darker than before. The stab in his stomach had only fueled his anger. Scarlet winced as his grip tightened on her hands, causing her pain.

"You look stunning tonight, my mate," Jareth murmured, lost in her gaze. Scarlet's heart raced at the word "mate" and thudded even faster at his words.

Before she knew it, Jareth's lips were on hers, ravishing them with a wild pace. This was going to be her first kiss. Was she about to lose her virginity? She had always dreamed of it being with someone who loved her and making it a special, cherished night. But because of her breakup with Jayson and time-traveling and transmigration into the so-called scripts, she was now on the verge of losing her virginity.

The slight pain as Jareth's teeth sank into her lip made Scarlet wince, but she couldn't deny the intense pleasure as he aggressively caressed, sucked, nibbled, and licked at her lips and mouth. His soft, warm lips were like a sweet candy, melting on her tongue, with the sensation of the first snowfall. Closing her eyes, she felt him inside her, completely dominating her.

When he pulled back and looked down at her, his grip still tight on her hands and he was breathing heavily, she could tell he was holding back. "What perfume are you wearing today, mate?" Jareth asked in his deep, hoarse voice, running a thumb over her lip that was oozing blood.

Before she could even respond, he devoured her once again, leaving her breathless and unable to think. He picked her up and intertwined his hand in her hair, trailing kisses down to her earlobe and down to her neck. He lifted her head up, asserting his dominance, before moving on to her twin peak, aggressively biting and growling as he encountered the lace of her gown, preventing him from fully enjoying her.

In a fit of anger, he ripped her gown, exposing her fully to him. Scarlet was taken aback by the sudden turn of events, her mind racing with confusion.

"Your high- Jareth, please," she moaned in pleasure, but her reaction made him stop. His fiery red eyes, which were once filled with lust, now returned to their light blue, like the ocean.

Standing up, Jareth left Scarlet breathless, lost in her thoughts. He went outside after dressing up. A sound from outside startled her, causing her to quickly dress up and follow after Jareth. 

"Your Highness, please, my lady needs you urgently," a young girl pleaded, kneeling down in front of them. 

"What is happening?" Scarlet inquired, her voice laced with concern, to Ilvia who stood before her boiling with anger.

"My lady, the court lady from Consort Vera claims to have fainted, and I tried to send her away as His Highness was busy, but she refused to listen," Ilvia reported, her brow furrowing deeper as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Scarlet turned to face Jareth, who had remained silent throughout the chaotic scene, his frustration evident in his expression.

"Your Highness, Consort vera needs your presence. We can postpone the consummation until you are ready," she said, plastering a fake smile on her lips.

Jareth could sense that she didn't want him around, and his actions had made her uncomfortable. He regretted leaving with the maidservant without saying a word.

Scarlet let out a sigh of relief as he left. She couldn't believe she almost slept with him if it wasn't for that maidservant's interference. For the first time she was grateful to consort vera for the plan she made.

"That cunning devil," she cursed, her frustration getting the better of her after remembering what had happened earlier, causing Ilvia to gasp in shock.

Though she couldn't deny that she didn't enjoy it and wanted more, but falling in love again seemed impossible to her.

"My lady, please don't feel discouraged. It's all because of that witch. I knew she had something planned all along," Ilvia cursed, squinting her eyes in anger as she heard Scarlet let out yet another sigh.

Ilvia was taken aback by the state of the room, with clothes scattered everywhere and Scarlet's nightgown torn on the floor. Scarlet blushed, embarrassed by the memory of what had happened earlier. She quickly took the clothes from the ground and rushed into the bathroom, leaving Ilvia behind.

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"How is she?" Jareth asked the royal physician, wearing a frustrated expression. Even in her presence, his mind seemed to be lost in thought. What was going on? He should be focused on caring for her and not for another woman – a woman he despised, a woman he only wanted to use as a pawn, nothing more.

Her half-naked body was driving him crazy. He wanted to explore every part of her body and make her beg for mercy as he claimed her, marking her body as his own.

"Consort Vera has been under a lot of stress lately. She just needs some rest, and she will be fine," the royal physician reassured him, removing the final needle from Vera's pulse.

"I am not convinced that merely resting will work," retorted Vera, turning to face Jareth.

"Your highness, can you stay with me tonight? I am in dire need of your presence," she said, stroking his shoulder.

"Resting alone will lead to a speedy recovery," Jareth insisted, but these words only served to further incite Vera's anger.

With a bow to both Jareth and Vera, the royal physician departed, leaving the two alone. Jareth rose, preparing to leave, but Vera grabbed his arm in a fit of frustration.

"Are you going to meet that woman again?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed in distrust.

"Leave the way, consort vera," Jareth warned with a stern tone.

"And if I refuse? What would you do?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow.

At Jareth's resounding silence, Vera felt miserable and could not help but burst into tears. "Your highness, I am only concerned for your safety. You cannot trust consort scarlet-" she began before Jareth interrupted her.

"Was it intentional? Did you fake fainting" Jareth asked, clenching his fist.

"Wha- What do you mean?" Vera stammered.

Jareth held her head, caressing her side and cheek, and said, "if I ever detect any flaws in my dearly beloved consort vera, it will not take long for me to have you beheaded."

Fear coursed through Vera's spine at his words. As she watched Jareth leave, she could not hold back her tears and stamped her feet in frustration.

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Taking a bath had only worsened her plight. It was a form of torture inflicted by that cunning devil. Scarlet curled her feet, pressing her legs together as she closed her eyes.

"Mate," a deep, husky voice said. It was the voice within Jareth, but it sent shivers down her spine. Her mind was filled with wild fantasies, only to be interrupted by Darcie's voice.

"Have you ever touch yourself?" he asked. This was not the Darcie she knew; his voice held a deep, alluring desire.

"Huh? No," she answered, filled with embarrassment. She wanted to bury herself in the ground.

"Touch yourself," he demanded, taking on a domineering tone. With hesitation, she touched herself on her intimate area. Her world was on the brink of exploding from the pleasure she was experiencing.

Starting slowly, she stroked herself, taking the time to fully indulge in self-pleasure.

"Scarlet, faster," Darcie seductively called her name for the first time, driving her to the brink of insanity.

When she didn't respond, he growled in frustration, "This is pure torture, Scarlet."

Scarlet picked up her pace, spreading her legs wide in the water. She couldn't help but moan in ecstasy.

"Faster, Scarlet," Darcie commanded, urging her to move faster. She gripped and caressed herself, increasing her speed even further. The sensations were overwhelming, making her twin peaks turn red as she rocked her Cunt. She squeezed her cunt and moaned in pleasure.

"I'm coming," she cried out, unable to contain her pleasure any longer.

"Come for me, Scarlet," Darcie groaned, feeling the intense sensations from her actions. The thought of her legs wrapped around him, rocking faster, made him moan in pleasure.

"Darcie, I'm coming," Scarlet pleaded in pleasure.

What how dare her? A pang of jealousy hit Jareth at the mention of Darcie, even though Darcie was a part of Jareth.