Liddell - a Different Wonderland

Coming back to the looking glass, Alice hadn't realized her blouse was undone to her waist while Cat knelt in front of her, unfastening the buttons on her wrists. "Then and even now, I unbind your wrists" he chided, admiring the flush on her cheeks and seeing the glow emanating from under her frail chemise and corset. Her scent had not changed or waned in its ferocity, not one bit. He knew.

Alice panicked slightly when she felt the chillier air brush her chest. She was half-naked in front of someone she.....couldn't put her finger on it....the stardust must have disheveled her memory....confused and embarrassed, she tried to cover herself with the fallen blouse when Cat said "No!" It was as though the air left the room. Standing in front of her, looking into her face, he paused. The fear and forlorn wistfulness affronted him and he felt, for one second, what she did. The he saw his Liddell again and cleared his throat. "Why do you feel you much shroud yourself from me? I have seen....*everything*, Alice."

Tears threatened her lashes again. She could not turn away from his gaze. If anything, she felt bolder. Squaring her feet, she challenged him...but her words and tone pierced through her lie. "I am old and fat and not the blossom I used to be, Cat. You will just as much turn your head away in disgust as moon over memories."

Fiercely tucking her chin, he cautioned her, "I'm not the one invoking memories, Alice. I feel yours and they feel delicious..." he lowered his face to hers, barely reaching her lips with his. "And I know you taste as delicious as your memories are" Without a warning, he claimed her mouth with his own, softly and unassuming but not releasing her. She thought to charge his chest, to push him away....to run.

To reject him.

It had been since forever, it seems, that she felt so completely taken and powerful. She didn't understand where this passion came from or really what fueled it. All she knew was in this place, she was realized. Instead of allowing the kiss to deepen, she forced it through. Grabbing him with fierce tenderness, Alice's mouth clung to Cat, her tongue lashing at his, making him gasp and growl.

The little girl....his Liddell girl...had grown up. Cat wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her tightly to him, devouring her mouth with his. Alice felt light-headed and warm, as a young lady who had too much champagne and oh so wanted. She became aware of Cat's arm around her, holding her. She hesitated for the moment; her corset couldn't hide all the lushness of her frame. Cat sense the pause and slid both hands down to the back of her skirt, finding the buttons and ripping them free of the fabric. Her cobalt skirt billowed to her ankles, leaving her exposed to him in her chemise and corset. She blushed furiously.

He smiled, amused. "Why so shy now, Alice? Your kisses invoke your carnivore nature and I feel so very much like willing prey. Should I flee before I'm...." His grin returned, more toothsome than ever "...devoured?" His arms encircled her waist, pulling her close to him. He could feel how heated her flesh was beneath the cumbersome garments she clung to emotionally. Fondling the drawstrings at the back, he ran his hands up until they encountered the top frame and with one quick slice, the garment parted and fell in a softly clattering lump. Looking down in shock, Alice then glared up at Cat.

"Really, Cat, that was handcrafted in Germany and quite costly. Created by the craftsman's daughter, her first piece...." Blushing more obviously now, her voice wavered the truth behind her accusation. She felt revealed and wanted to hide...again. Cat sank to his knees, laying his head on the roundness of her belly and rubbed his cheek gently against her, purring in his throat. Her scent was wild and accosted his nose sweetly, causing a twitching in both his jaw and loins. Shuddering from within for composure, Cat placed his hands on her belly and caressed it lovingly. "How many times have I laid my head here, to comfort you? Feel you stroke me and scratch my ears? Cause your aches to diminish and disappear? Yet you feel you must hide from me." He shook his head. "Tut-tut, my Liddell one. Allow me to demonstrate." He stood up and moved her in front of him, pressing her back against his chest, nudging his arousal against her tail bone. His hands moved up her shoulders, his lips found her neck and hovered there for a moment, the tip of his tongue resting just above her racing pulse. Looking into the mirror he whispered, "Watch." Alice reluctantly opened her eyes to catch his glare from her neck, his hands resting on her shoulders. Before she could say anything, he grasped her chemise and shredded it across and down her body, leaving the flimsy bits to flutter to the floor as downy feathers. She was now completely naked in front of him.

She didn't know what to do.

Alice couldn't open her eyes or speak. She could barely breathe. Cat snickered gently, running his hands down her arms, gliding over her wrists to dip between her pulses and hips. "Open your eyes, Alice. Show me what you see." She swallowed hard, so afraid of his displeasure at her now-mature form, devoid of tender elasticity and resilience. She moaned, out of fear or protest she didn't know. Cat growled, his madness as evident as the animal within his trousers, demanding freedom. "Show me."

Reluctantly, half-squinting, she opened her eyes. She was amazed.

She knew the woman in the looking glass was her and yet not her: the 'almost Alice' the Caterpillar had called her, but in an ethereal form. Her entire form appeared softer and luminous, still the same curves and hills as before but just gentler, more forgiving in her years. Cat's eyes met hers for a moment in the reflection, glowing and approving. Her flesh was still hers; every line and crease and furrow still in place as it were seconds ago, but somehow radiant. Alice's eyes shone the deep blue that was familiar but held a wealth of qualities unlike Cat's. Her wheat-colored locks intermingled with Cat's as he kissed her temple tenderly, running his hands over shoulders and resting them just above her breasts, palpating her heartbeat, feeling it sing under his palm. Cat sighed deeply, content that both saw the same entity...even if he was the one to shed his light on her. For her.

She met his eyes in the reflection. "Who are you?" she whispered.

Cat grinned. "Why Liddell one, you know me." He turned her into his chest and held her, luxuriating in her nakedness to his clothed form. She laid her cheek into his chest, enveloped in his scent, his warmth and his protection. "No, Cat" she smiled into him and turning her head to face the looking glass. "I was speaking to her. Who is she? She seems familiar but is so...lovely. Like a tarnished goddess worthy of flawed worship. Breath-taking and fearful and captivating."

Cat's purred into his chest with triumph. "That, dear lady, is you. You are my goddess more than worthy of worship." Sweeping his arm under her knees, Cat cradled Alice with amazing strength and carried her across the room. "And I feel it's time for an altar call, don't you?" Chuckling into his chest, Cat laid her down, her hair falling about the eyelet pillowcase in a cascade of deep buttermilk tresses. Quick as lightning, Cat climbed over to lie next to her, cradling this sweet lady who needed to be schooled in his ultimate truth. *Curling her into his chest, her right hand laying over his heart and her right leg curled over this thigh in submission *, Alice sighed. They lay like that for what seemed not nearly long enough. Cat kissed the top of her head and said:

"You have grown and matured and endured so much for the sake of pleasure and experience that left you unsatisfied, wanting and unsure. Even as I tended to you out of protection, honor and yes, a sense of love, you were determined to commit self-destruction. You give and give until you bleed inside. I want to give you something. Something more intimate than a tongue bath, more tender than drying your tears and more to satisfy your hunger than nourishment."

He tipped her face up to his and kissed her hungrily, his teeth biting her lower lip and suckling her tongue. Drawn and fevered, Alice returned his kiss, fed by a need she was beginning to understand. Before she could ask what he meant, Cat broke the kiss and stroked her face.

"Alice, my sweet harbinger of sacrifice, I'm giving you my submission."

She wasn't sure what she heard. Maybe it was being buried in his chest, nuzzling against the soft down of his pelt that distorted his words. Maybe it was hearing his heartbeat flooding her ears and driving her mind's rhythm to twist his sentence.

Fond ambition?

Recommendation?

Clearer vision?

What did he say? Turning up to search Cat's face, his features both soft and sharp in the dimming light of her bedroom, now that dusk had greeted them, Alice was awestruck by his rugged beauty. This man...ok, his ensemble of humanity...wanted her; he was willing to alter himself, even if for just this moment, to be closer and connect with her. To be here and indulge in everything he desired in her, in spite of her. He wanted to....

"Yes, lovely lady, I want to give you my submission. You have spent your entire life giving to others, most who never appreciated the full benefit or beauty of your rare gift. Those who would manipulate it to their own depraved ends or exploit it further themselves along. You need freedom to take, not just the liberty to give." Tipping her face to meet his, her hand still lying on his chest, he stared at her intently. "Let go of whatever you think you might do to me, to cause me pain or grief or disrespect you. That can *never* happen. I've seen you at your worst, taken care of and nursed you back from oblivion. You deserve this release, sweet Alice. Take me as you will."

Alice blinked. Her eyes glistened with tears. She felt fearful, uncertain, shy...and lustful. This beautiful creature, as old as Wonderland itself, laid his eternal substance aside. Now, fully clothed and straining at his uncommon coverings, Cat has allowed her this taste of paradise. She was numb with hunger. Reaching up tentatively to touch his face, tracing his jawline with her finger and running it over his bottom lip, she smiled. He playfully nipped at her finger, running his tongue over her fingertip. She giggled and offered her finger again, which he drew into his mouth and lightly suckled it, bathing it. She groaned between her teeth at the intimacy and strained up to envelop his mouth with hers. Kissing Cat like this, playing his lips and tongue like a great concerto, drawing in and out and dancing little circles over his bow with her tongue emboldened her to press the mark a little further, wondering if she really could. Locked delicately as gold in the refiner's fire, Alice caressed his face, drawing deeper into him, submerged in his scent and taste. Cat groaned and followed her mouth with his, feeling how warm and silken her breath was on him. He strove mightily for restraint, tightening the muscles in his arms and thighs, forcing them to lock; Cat wanted to touch her so much but knew this was for her. He was her marionette and he wanted her to play with the strings. Alice sensed his hesitation and broke the kiss.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her eyes downcast, looking at his chin, his soft, square almost leonine frame. Growling softly, as if almost cursing, Cat rasped, "No, my Lorelei, your fevered passion is perfect." Able to stay his muscles but not the raging in his trousers, Cat cleared his throat. Alice pulled herself up to cover Cat's clothed form, feeling the source of his distraction between her loins. This incensed her. This reassured her. This drove her. Straddling him and cradling his pulsing attachment, Alice took his wrists and laid them on her hips, luxuriating in how warm she knew his paws had been, holding her, cradling her when she needed comfort. This comfort was different: raw and demanding satisfaction. "Please touch me, Cat" she whimpered. She bent back down to encase his face in her hands and rejoined the kiss, deeper and more insistent, rocking herself against him. Breathing with a modicum of control, Cat grabbed her hips and squeezed, forcing her down upon his groin.

Breathing raggedly through their noses, reminiscent of animals in heat, Alice and cat were oblivious of everything around them. The pent-up conflagration caused the sconces upon her walls to ignite, illuminating the room and competing for the light with the remnants of sunset. Startling her a little, Alice turned to see the source of light. The candlelight highlighted the darker corners and lighter textures of Cat's countenance, making him more wanton. She lovingly pet her feline Guardian, stroking his hair and face, totally enamored of him, totally trusting in him. Glimpsing her own frame, a slight chill shot through her. Gah, she wanted to ignore the obvious rolls and dunes that were her middledom body. She tried to focus on his face, his solid warmth and his mute encouragement. She tensed when his hands moved from her hips to the swell of her belly, tracing over her navel. She flushed red and looked down, as if burned. Cat looked up and was torn by her countenance. He carefully wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her back, lying beside her and caressing her belly, pressing his hard shaft against her hip.

"Don't you see what you do to me, Alice? Don't you realize how difficult it's been for me to keep this restrained? You set my very being alight and on fire for your smile, your kiss, your touch...your everything. Even the territories I've yet to discover." Leaning on one arm and reaching the other one across her body to cover her breast, feeling her gasp and her nipple harden in his palm unconsciously, Cat hissed his approval. "That sweet sound of surrender you emanated now? That's a sliver of what I feel inside."

A hundred sensations and a memory flooded her to the core. The stinging sensation from the glass stilettos she donned while serving high tea for the White Queen's court. The burning shame she felt when she tottered and allowed the silver sugar shell to clatter to the marble tile, the White Queen's look of disapproval. The fiery lashes that graced her back and thighs for such an indiscretion, her abject fear at being sent back to the Red Queen's palace for further punishment. Sobbing while lying on her belly, Alice felt the humiliation of failure, of clumsiness and of upsetting someone she respected so much. Alice looked up from her folded arms and her eyes were drawn to slight movement across the floor. Cat was there; his twitchy tail was unmistakable. She didn't want to see him, didn't want him to see her. She felt sub-human and not worthy of care-taking.

*"After all I've done for you, you have the audacious gall...the utter unthinkingness...to drop the ONLY sugar shell that complimented my personal serving set. I knew it was a total waste of my time, trying to train you to serve in my court. Maybe my sister will have better fortune, taming your ungainly ways. You leave tomorrow morning."*

Cat patrolled around Alice lying, sobbing form, feeling perplexed. "Why do you weep so? Is this not much more lush than the Red Queen's umm....accommodations?" Cat teased her." Perhaps you need to sleep in furs to satisfy your discerning tastes." Even this bit of chiding drove Alice to cry harder, feeling more worthless and undeserving. Leaping to playfully curl up on her back, Cat noticed the unforgiving welts that lined her back and thighs and hovered. Scowling he said, "Even the righteous lack clarity betimes." Turning to land back on the floor, Cat pulled an alabaster jar out of seemingly thin air. Throwing the jar into the air with a swirl, the cap twisted off and landed on the floor, clattering loudly in the quiet room. Alice jerked toward the sound, as if searching for the sugar shell. Cat caught the opened jar and, standing on hind legs, stood by Alice, peering into her face. Grinning Cat said, "This should alleviate the tigress' stripes that litter your body." Holding the jar near his muzzle, Cat gently breathed past the lip of the jar, sending the powder inside off and out, settling across Alice's skin.

Alice braced herself for the revamped stinging but felt warmth and softness. Turning to look over her shoulder, she could discern Cat's figure blowing across a jar with a lavender powder fluffing across it to land on her body. Marveling at his care, Alice laid her head back down across her arms and sighed happily. She never asked for him but Cat was always there. She felt he always would be.

Slowly trailing down her body, Cat blew the balm down to the small of her back. Trying to be gracious, Cat sought to ignore the sensations streaming through: to linger there, where the swell of her buttocks met the dimples in her lower back. His primary instinct was to discard the jar and sink his teeth into that sweet flesh, knowing it would make her cry out and knowing he wanted to hear her cry. Then as the Bandersnatch did, his tongue would heal her wounds and soothe her frayed spirit. His dilemma? Would he be able to stop himself? Could he continue to be her Champion and not want more?

Placing the now empty jar on the bedstand, Cat allowed the dust to settle onto Alice's marks, acting as fibrous dressing that felt like satin. Satisfied when the powder had dissipated, Cat resumed his leap onto her back, landing squarely on her shoulders and covering her body with his. Crying out in surprise, Alice giggled slightly and groaned at his warm weight, feeling content and sleepy, nary a care in Wonderland. Her sigh of surrender made Cat purr and soothe them both to sleep.

"I still want to do that" Cat said, allowing the memory to invade his being, to settle and carry its message. Playfully poking Alice's ribs, Cat tickled her, making her squirm and protest between breathless twitters.

"Cat....stop this....oh, please Cat....you're impossible....you always knew where....bah....you naughty feline...." Alice wriggled and tried to roll away. Seizing his moment, Cat rolled with her, covering her naked back with his clothed torso, his enraged shaft reawakened. Gripping her right wrist in his hand, he brought her arm behind her back, laying it across her spine. Ignoring her left one, Cat moved his head to center her shoulder blades, finding the softened crevasse there. Inching up under her hair, he found the back of her neck and slowly kissed it, his tongue creating lazy patterns, making an attempt to groom her again. Gasping, Alice stopped struggling and absorbed herself in his sweet onslaught. Sinking his teeth slowly into her dampened skin, Cat growled as all male cats do when prepared to mount. Lowering his chest and legs down her body, Cat paid homage to every inch of her body, bathing it with his tongue, becoming more obsessed with her scent and taste. Reaching her tailbone, Cat released her wrist and cupped her hips, sinking his teeth slowly into one globe, loving how she arched back into him, crying out in surprise, pain and pleasure. Releasing the mouthful, he admired his claim with a rueful grin. Not wanting to be unfair to the other side, Cat grunted and sank his teeth into her left globe, her cry more filled with lust than fear. He was dangerously close to Paradise and he didn't want to turn back.

This time, it would be Cat to inflict pain and pleasure. And it would be Cat to cater to Alice's aftercare and not negotiate someone else's mad handiwork.

Alice laid on her belly, unsure how to feel. Her body was screaming for more: more pain, more pleasure, more heat, more of his body covering and protecting her, more of him. Knowing his face was in a very private space, a space he'd tended to not more than once, made her excitement more evident. She could feel her body turning into a puddle, waiting....willing him....to lap at it, to both end and reawaken the ache in her loins. She shifted, wriggling her hips and arching her lower back, as if nudging him down further. All modesty was gone. She wanted this. She wanted him.