Running into her room across the hall, Alice closed the door behind her, absolutely flustered at the situation. She had lowered her guard, so much more than she had intended, and though she felt a slight sense of relief that she had not gone further with Ilosovic, but she also felt a hollowness. A void that cried to be filled.
Moving to the deck which overlooked the sea, she placed her hands upon the stone railing. Her eyes were set on the deep blue ocean, and her skin tingled at the cool sea breeze, but all she saw was Stayne's figure, and she only felt the kisses he delivered. Frustration overcame her once more and she turned her back to the sea to march back to Stayne's quarters, but the door to her room opened, Stayne standing in the opening.
The two stared at one another for what Alice could swear was an eternity before he spoke.
"You said you'd never leave my side again." His voice stern, bitter even. Alice's gaze moved to the floor, somewhat ashamed for her cowardness. Flinching as he slammed the door.
Unable to find the right apology she turned her back to him to think, but in three strides, Stayne was upon her, his gloved hand wrapping around her waist, anchoring her back into him and his ungloved hand taking her chin, forcing her to look upon him once more. There was something in the way he looked at her, cross, but amused all at once. Still speechless, she prepared to break free from his hold when he spoke once more.
"After the countless nights I have spent searching for you, did you really think you could get away so easily?" He rasped before closing his mouth over her, the intensity of the kiss leaving Alice somewhat weakened. The hand at her waist scaled down her nightgown, and once the edge of the garment came the hand rose up once more, bringing up the hem of the gown up to reveal her.
Alice broke the kiss with a gasp, but Ilosovic initiated it once more, his gloved fingers now taking to her undergarment, nestling within her folds, already moist, and she moaned softly, their lips not parting. His leathered fingers continued to tease the delicate flesh, driving Alice mad, her entire body responding as she bucked against his frame.
His hand retreated from her moistness but only to strip her of the clothing that offended him now. Peeling the undergarments down to her knees, letting them fall the remainder of the way on their own accord. He then turned his attention to her nightgown but paused briefly, surveying her face.
To say she was terrified wasn't wrong, she was still innocent after all, and by the seasons she had initiated this dance of theirs, and he did not wish to scare her off now, but more so, he did not wish to scare her at all. What had transpired between her and the Hatter was left to speculation for him, but with the marks he had left her with told their own story.
He stepped back, then removed the black tunic from over his head, revealing his pale and scarred skin. His eye caught hers as they dilated with shock. While Alice had witnessed them before, the encounter was brief. Alice stood still as she surveyed the marks that told a part of the man's history, not knowing how Stayne felt about them. As a boy, he wore the scars he had received from Winthrop like an anchor, weighing him down with his failures, but now they served him as a reminder. That he had survived. Survived his stepfather's wrath, the jaws of a Jabberwocky, the rage of Iracebeth and all the other conflicts between.
Alice drew close once more, her look of fear and desire was replaced with confusion. Her hand stretched out to trace over the scars upon his ribcage, the light touches of her fingers trailing up to his chest, to his collar bone and throat. She was standing on the tip of her toes to reach the bottom of the scar that had been caused by his encounter with a Jabberwocky. Not wishing to be so far, nor to make Alice strain herself, Stayne bent his knees and their gaze met again. Their lips reunited once more and their limbs were tangled around each other as Stayne lifted her up and carried her to the mattress. Cradling her close as he positioned them both upon the bed, which Stayne considered to be too soft to sleep upon, but of course, he could not think of these thoughts now. The exchange of kisses and touching ensued, slowing only to relieve Alice from her nightgown, which she pulled off herself
She covered herself now with her hands, making Ilosovic smile gently as the purely innocent act. He cupped her face into his hands and kissed her tenderly once more.
"Do not hide yourself from me, wildflower." He pleaded softly with his eye closed and rested his forehead against hers. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind, which made him grow concerned until he felt her hands place themselves over his. He looked to her face once more than to the sight that she offered him now.
None of the seasons could compete with her beauty. Winter would envy her porcelain skin, Summer could never compete with her fine golden hair. Autumn would wish for her eyes, which could display warmth and chills all at once, and then there was Spring. Spring was said to have the body which captured all the essence of beauty, youth and innocence.
Spring was nothing more than a wilted weed compared to his Alice.
His hands slowly traveled down her sides, his ungloved hand, pausing over her left breast. Supple and soft, Ilosovic began to caress her skin once more, winning a gasp from Alice here and there, as his gloved hand ventured to the patch of blond fur between her legs.
She jerked at the reintroduction of his fingers to her aroused fleshed, and he silenced her mewls with his lips once more.
"Ilosovic- this feels.. Strange," Alice confessed in a mangled yet sultry voice as he nuzzled against her neck.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, silently thanking his ability to restrain himself but she shook her head and continued the motions. "It'll pass, Alice," he whispered into her ear as she released another mewl and writhed her body, remaining within his grasp as he continued to play with the delicate flesh until slipping one of his leather bound fingers into her, achieving a moan from those perfect lips of hers.
The act was tantalizing for him, drawing the single digit in and out repeatedly, slowly and gently, but he relished every sound and move she made at the simple act. Her eyes shut tight, with her mouth open, watering even, her hands clutching the sheets beneath her tightly as he continued with the rhythm, until slipping in his middle finger into play, triggering a sudden yelp from the young woman.
With his hand still upon her breast, his fingers began to toy at the ripened rosebud nipple, alternating between pinching and caressing the region, making Alice ever more vocal, and though he wanted to swallow her cries of pleasure. Instead, his mouth attended to the other breast which had not been graced with his touch yet.
The sensation of his mouth upon her nipple, Alice began to melt and erupt all at once, all the stimulation to parts of her body she had never thought of were now on fire, though it felt as though waves were coming over her now. And then he stopped.
Shaken, she sat up, convinced that the deed was done when she was greeted by the sudden sense of Ilosovic's mouth upon her once more, but now upon the flesh between her legs.
She could not help but squirm at the feeling, making the man growl huskily, cementing her legs still by placing each hand upon a knee to keep her from closing her legs. As he began to suckle and lick at her pink petals once more, Alice began to cry and moan all at once, each time his tongue flicked against the tender area it brought her closer and closer to the edge, driving the man not only beyond himself but to work more diligently at his bride's quim until her release came.
She gasped and moaned in intervals as her body seemed to quake, warmth overcame her nether region, and with Ilosovic continuing to lap at her flesh, the relief was short-lived, she was unaware that her needs had been satisfied because she felt the need for more.
"Ilosovic, wait-" She begged gently, just before he nipped the inside of her thigh making her buck once more.
"What is it my wildflower?" Stayne asked, giving her another lick. Her face blushed from embarrassment at the situation she was in. She had been denying any touch from him since she arrived and now she was going to have the gall to request something from him? He would surely ignore the request but she had to say it regardless.
"I, I preferred your fingers-" Alice started but was unable to finish the sentence when he penetrated her once more with the slick leathered fingers once more.
"Like this, Alice?" Ilosovic asked, she was soaked to the very core now, but he was impressed that she was not forfeiting as he had expected. On the contrary. She wanted more. When she did not return a proper response to him he removed his fingers all together making her look to him as one might after having been wronged.
"Why did you-"
"Alice, if you like something, I would expect a response indicating you enjoy it, just as I would expect something you didn't like to be brought up on," Stayne said in a serious tone. "I meant every word I told you in the garden. I want you to enjoy all that I give you, and while there are pains that can be pleasurable I don't seek to make you experience things that you don't want. Do you understand?"
Alice bit her lip and nodded at the statement and the pleasure resumed, making her throw her head back in ecstasy.
"Is this, what you enjoy, Alice?" He asked again, a devilish grin across his lips as she responded with a soft moan.
"Yes," Alice gasped. Ilosovic grinned but continued to tease her.
"I can't hear you." He mocked as he temporarily slowed his pace, dragging his fingers out almost completely, frustrating Alice which was the king's goal.
"YES!" She shouted, and she wasn't sure why she screamed the way she did, she didn't know any of the feelings she felt, only that she enjoyed the sensations. Ilosovic's finger drove back in, not gently about its reintroduction but the leather glove served as a layer of padding. He continued to work her with vigor as he positioned his lips against hers once more, biting at her bottom lip tenderly.
"Alice, I wish to have you. Now," He growled gently as his kisses now moved to her fully exposed and slender throat.
"Ilosovic, you- oh. You literally have me within your hand!" She moaned, earning an honest laugh from the man. Alice realized that it was the first time she heard him laugh this way and not to mock her. She decided that she enjoyed this laugh over all the others.
"I know, but I wish to fully have you," Ilosovic said with a smile as he removed his gloved hand from her and rested his back upon his heels as he knelt on the bed, "Do you trust me?" The king asked his queen.
Alice paused at the question, only a moment to consider this query. Trust had been a hard thing for her as of late. She had trusted Mirana to come to her aid, or at the very least to be open with her but that was no longer feasible. She had trusted for her friends to guide her along the right path, but she suspected that they hardly knew what was right, hence the faith in that stupid scroll. Above all she thought she could trust Tarrant, but- it hurt to think about that now. Looking back up to Ilosovic who waited patiently for her answer Alice realized that she did trust him. He had been rather honest from the start. Harsh about the truths but nonetheless honest. She trusted him possibly more than anyone she had ever known. Alice sat up to meet him.
"I do." She whispered softly and nodded to confirm the statement. "I do."
Ilosovic initiated a kiss once more, leading her to lie upon her back once more before his hands maneuvered to his belt, unfastening it, then proceeded to remove his leather trousers, all the while continuing to caress her lips with his own until he shed the garment completely.
Breaking the kiss, Alice's gaze moved to look upon Ilosovic's sex. She tried to recall her sister, Margaret, and her conversation with her on the night of her wedding to Lowell. The words painful and selfish was all she could recall, and while Ilosovic did as he pleased as often as he could to say he was selfish would be a lie currently. All that they had done so far had been mostly for her own pleasure, but looking at the size of him, Alice felt concerned with the pain aspect.
Moving to speak, she was kept silent as Ilosovic took her face within his hands and kissed her once more.
"It may hurt" He warned, her body tensing upon the statement but he kissed her once more. "But we've prepared for this," Ilosovic continued as he placed his bare hand upon her cheek. "You're body is ready to take on more than you know."
Alice raised her hand to take hold of the one that held her face and nodded again. Ilosovic smiled gently as he raised his gloved hand to face and removed the leather glove by biting down at the tips and pulled his hand away, savoring the taste of her juices once more and discarded the article of clothing to the floor. Shifting forward, Ilosovic pressed his newly freed fingers to her opening once more.
She stifled a gasp as his fingers now within her began to massage and stretch at the walls, to better prepare her for his organ. She was still very moist, but he knew that despite all the precautions he had taken for her, pain would still present itself. In his youth, he would strive to bed women who were more familiar with the practice. Not that his size was pleasing for all who came to embrace it- but this was Alice's first time, and he knew that it would not be an easy trial.
"If it's too much for you to bear, tell me," Ilosovic said as he removed his fingers from her and wrapped them around his girth, pressing the head to her opening, lubricating himself with her moistness. Making eye contact with Alice, he pressed into her.
Alice cried out and it was muffled as Ilosovic kissed her deeply, pushing himself deeper within her and remained still as could be, both relishing the warmth and pressure of her womanhood and pitying that he could not go further with her. Once he felt Alice ease beneath him, he proceeded to pull out before gliding back in. Each repetition of this signaled a sound from Alice, pain mixed with pleasure.
Alice, almost instinctively, wrapped her limbs around him, save for the hand that still claimed his own hand. Alice's free hand had made its home upon his chest, her fingernails scraping against his skin, leaving red stripes which he would bear far more pridefully than the scars upon him. Alice released his hand to cover her mouth in attempts to stifle her own cries, but the man didn't wish to miss a single note of the symphony she composed. Taking the hand back Stayne raised her head above her head, lacing his fingers with hers as he continued to rock his frame against her. His free hand gripping her at the hip to better keep the rhythm between them, his pace increasing. Yelps and moans emitted from his wife upon each thrust he made, fueling him to continue but had to remind himself to not get lost in the throes of pleasure. This was their first time, and there would be, hopefully, many more nights of passion to come.
Without removing himself from within her, Ilosovic sat up, bringing Alice upon his lap, continuing his motions, but now with this new position, he could provide pleasure to the parts of Alice he had neglected.
His hands began to fondle her breasts, caressing the smooth skin, and every now and then pinching her nipples, making the pink buds fully erect as his lips took to her jaw, neck and her own lips. With a yelp, Alice rested her head upon his shoulder, biting down on his skin, in any other case he would not tolerate biting, but this made him release his own groan, and he returned a far more gentle love bite upon her neck.
Just as Alice became adjusted, Ilosovic maneuvered them once more, to where he was upon his back, and she was mounted upon him. Both of his hands upon her hips, he guided her body to carry the motions. Rocking back and forth, Alice felt herself coming to a peak again, her cries becoming more elevated in volume. Ilosovic was nearing his climax as well, conflicted with the need to satisfy himself as well as give Alice the most pleasurable experience he could.
"I'm nearly at my end, Alice," Ilosovic rasped. Alice didn't know what he meant but didn't stop to ask either, her normally curious mind too entrenched in the tension that the two created. Releasing a cry that exceeded the rest of the sounds she had made that night, an exhausted Alice crumpled upon the man beneath her. Holding his wife close to him, Ilosovic continuously pumped himself into her, his pace far more urgent until his own release came, spilling his seed into Alice. It was bliss.
Every muscle in the king's body relaxed, he might as well have been made of pudding. His arms were draped across Alice's back. Stayne did not want to move, but remaining within Alice's walls wasn't an option. Tightening his hold, he dragged Alice's form further up his own body allowing his member to be released from Alice's womanhood. The pair remained silent for some time, exhausted, satisfied, and somewhat nervous over the experience, but Ilosovic enjoyed the silence, for now, her hands coiled against his chest as he began to caress her blond curls. His thoughts void of concern for the time being.
"That wasn't at all what I was expecting," Alice said suddenly and almost breathlessly. The comment made Stayne freeze.
"Was- was it not to your liking?" He questioned but to his relief, she began to shake her head and turned her face towards his.
"No, it was, at least, I think it was," Alice said. It was all so very different still, but it wasn't a terrible feeling. There had been some pleasantness to the act at the very least. "It's just that from my sister's accounts on her husband's bedside matters- I suppose I was expecting this to be terribly painful. Maybe even dreadful," Alice confessed putting the man's fears at ease.
"I suspect then, that your sister's husband didn't have a clue as to what he was doing, or worse still, knew the dance but wasn't concerned for your sister's enjoyment," He said shaking his head. It was the first time that Alice had mentioned a sibling to him. He wondered if there were more but he didn't want to discuss family in bed, though he did wish to carry the conversation.
"No, I suppose he doesn't," She whispered. As Margaret said, Lowell was a selfish lover. She didn't care for her brother-in-law, but now having experienced sex she believed she might have pitied her sister.
"Alice?" Ilosovic started, bringing Alice away from her thoughts. "Should I find a way to get you home, would you show me it's lands?" He asked though he could hardly believe himself for asking her such a question. Upon her arrival, Stayne's initial solution to win Alice over was to lock her in a tower until she voiced that she wanted out. His thoughts clearly hadn't been in Alice's mind as she propped herself up onto her forearms to get a better view of his face.
"I am home," Alice whispered, his only reply being a simple kiss. It lacked energy, but it was sincere enough. Within minutes after the kiss, Alice had passed out, Leaving Ilosovic awake to his thoughts as he continued to pet her hair.
Even with her muchness and might, Stayne was still hesitant on keeping her where Mirana, Tarrant or Time could get a hold of her. While he did not enjoy the thought of her going to a place he might not be able to follow, the reality was that it might be best to accept defeat and retreat than to fight to the death. His legacy be damned, after all he owed Alice far more than the crown he barely wore.
His thoughts began to die down as he inhaled Alice's lovely scent. By the seasons, this girl was ruining him, and she wasn't even awake for it now. He reminded himself that the woman had only just lost her innocence. No, not lost, but gave it up. She had given it up to him.
A part of him now believed that this was all just another one of his dreams, that he was still sitting before his fireplace and that she was still locked away in the tower. If it was a dream he hoped that it would never end but struggling to stay awake, Ilosovic closed his eye and sleep had crept in at long last for the troubled king.
