= readers! Dear readers! I fear that I have taken too long a time away! And so! So continuations are a'coming! Fun stuff on the way! Please forgive me for my long neglection *bow* =

Yin met Absolem in the White Queen's garden. The long, blue caterpillar was stretched across a rosebush growing next to a clear fountain, made from white marble veined with wan violet. Free from Mirana's toxic influence, his hard-on was rapidly deflating. The blood flowed instead into a blush across his face. He stomped straight to the fountain, where the water was so cool and inviting. Without breaking stride, he leaned over the side and plunged his head to the neck into the cold. The water felt glacial. As the man held his head there for a few moments, gurgling out several angry bubbles, Absolem curiously watched. Yin finally pulled his head out with a frustrated growl.

"Grrrah!"

The caterpillar puffed out several smoke rings. "Good day."

Dripping wet, Yin stared at him. Water ran from his head to his eyes, and his raven bangs were plastered to his forehead. Confused, he asked, "Why are you alive?"

"The same reason that we are all alive, I think." mused the long larva, pulling on his hookah.

"No, I mean…" Alice had seen him as a butterfly, Yin remembered. Shouldn't he be dead?

"Remember this is Underland, Yin." Absolem's gummy face twitched into a grin, "Things work differently here…"

Yin shivered. He wanted to think that it was because of the icy water sliding down his back.

"It's trying to tell you something, Yin." The caterpillar's voice was mystic and soft, "Listen."

"What is…?" He trailed off. The dripping water over his face had stopped moving. Odd.

Suddenly, Yin's head was pulled roughly down, back into the fountain. It took him a moment to realise that it was the water itself that came up to meet him. It enveloped his whole skull, pouring roughly into his ears. He struggled for a bit until he heard a whisper.

"When the underland sun sets and rises through me

When a heart breaks apart and a duo is three,

When a knight in the night makes a bridge out of sand,

When a matchstick illuminates all of the land

When the tears of a widow cease to be true,

Is when two become one and one becomes two."

With that, he was softly released. The crushing pressure around him loosened, and he pulled out of the cold water, gasping.

"Well?" Absolom blew out smoke rings at him, "Intreguing, don't you think?"

"Wh... What was that?" Yin couldn't get his breath back. Partly from shock, partly from the headache he was getting.

Absolem seemed to be lost in his hazy dream world. No matter how Yin prodded or poked his jelly-like skin, he couldn't incite any reaction.

"Arrest him!" Mirana's voice was shrill. It was as cold as the armoured hands that grabbed him by the arms from behind. He was dragged around and forced to his knees before the enraged queen.

"Your majesty, I..." he began.

"Don't speak, Yin Liddell." She hissed, smiling. "You are to be sent into exile, like my sister and her loyal Knave. You will be taken across the marshlands to the edge of the world. There, I hope you will reflect on your...actions."

Yin was dazed as he was hauled away, chained, and flung into a cage. His head was splitting appart from his entrapment in the fountain. There was a storm coming. He could see angry clouds gathering in the distance. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was the White Queen's face, and the angry smile smeared across it.

Alice felt a grim foreboding. Something was wrong.

She was lying in Tarrant's bed, feeling his surprisingly soft sheets against her creamy skin. The Hatter himself was closing his patchwork curtains. He was naked, and his lean body was pale in the dusk. Although untamed, his wacky hair had calmed considerably. It was waving in darkening curls to his shoulders, which were muscular and wide, despite looking so frail when he was in his suit. The advantage of not wearing any clothes was that all his muscles were on display, like a finely toned instrument. She let her gaze slide down.

Tarrant turned to see her gloating, all forgotten in the sight of him. Just her stare, and the way she licked her soft lips began to get him aroused. But he wouldn't let himself be. He couldn't. Because she...

"Tarrant." Alice's soft voice was pleading. She slipped out from under the blankets and came to stand, nude, before him. "Please. I want you."

He almost groaned in agony, but the sting of her betrayal burned too much. Seeing his reaction, she pressed herself flush against him, touching as much skin as she could with hers. Her hands slid around his torso to cling to his back. The Hatter stood still, frozen, trying with all his might not to move, to take this beautiful creature into his arms...

"Tarrant." She stood on her tip toes to kiss him, to lick his neck and to leave small marks of posession on the smooth skin. With every bite, she felt him twitch. "Tarrant." She said again, in that seductively soft voice, "Take me whole, make me forget him! Rip m e to pieces for your pleasure!" He squeezed his eyes shut, sweet temptation tugging at every nerve ending in his body. Alice's kisses and teases trailed lower and lower, until she was on her knees in front of him, mouth poised and ready at his throbbing cock. The muscles in his legs strained in his effort to keep still, but his body ultimately gave him away in the most evident way possible. But he would not break. He would resist all her-

"A-Alice!" He choked out, feeling her soft tongue flick across the head. He was about to use his hands to pull her head away when she took a deep breath and engulfed his length. Well, as much as she could fit in her mouth. The Hatter gasped and groaned as the girl worked around him, lapping up all his precum and tracing his veins with her tongue. Involuntarily, he began to move his hips, to thrust into her mouth. He was almost at his limit when she popped off him with a lewd slurp. Exhausted, Tarrant dropped to his knees ad grabbed her face in his hands. She tasted of him and sleep, as she hungrily pressed to him. Her hands, once again entwined in his hair and her breasts squeezed as close to his chest as possible. She was tantalising, invigorating, electrifying, and his resolve - What resolve? Had there ever been any resolve? - was turning to dust. He gripped her closer, then toppled her over so that he was on top. She was silently pleading him to join with her, with the way her hands tugged at him, trying to pull him in her, with the way she gave small moans every time his penis touched her vunerable skin.

"Alice, Alice, Alice..." he sighed, then drew back and thrust in. She gave a little yelp from the unexpected entrance, but her whole being welcomed him inside her. She clampled down on him, causing him to moan. The sensation turned her head and twisted her body. All that was in their world was the other. They neither felt the rough floor beneath them, nor heard the downpour of rain on the cottage's roof and windows. Alice's cries mixed with the sound of thunder.

Tarrant wasn't being gentle. His desire had mounted to unspeakable levels, and the lid on his animal side was half-open. With every thrust, his scrotum would collide with her ass and add just that little extra to his sensation. In turn, the roughness was exactly what Alice needed. It knocked out of her all her feelings of guilt, her feelings of shame and sorrow, longing for her original world. It was passion, raw, undiluted passion between them. They could feel it on their skin, on each other's tongues.

Merged together, they rode the storm.

Well... I'm back :)

PLEEEEASE FORGIVE ME for being away for so long!

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