Stayne growled huskily with pleasure, his hands firmly cemented to her hips as she rose and fell on his manhood. He was tempted all too much to close his eye from the pleasure, but he was mesmerized by the sight before him.
With her hands upon his chest, Alice moaned at each movement she made. The expressions she made of pleasure with slight discomfort made Stayne throb even more. Without warning he bucked underneath her, hitting a new peak for both of them, but the sudden movement made Alice lose her standing, her entire body pressed against him now.
His hands moved from her hips to her arms, binding her in the current position. Here, she didn't have any control. He thrusted into her, receiving a glorious moan from his wife, on the second thrust and moan his mouth took hers, savoring the scene at play. He continued to thrust into her wildly, and every thrust brought out a higher pitch from his sweet Alice. A few tears escaped her eyes and he kissed each one of them away.
"You are perfect my wildflower, perfect," he whispered into her skin, thrusting again and again as Alice rested her head over his chest. A thrust came that hit a point where there was more pain than pleasure, forcing a yelp from her.
"Ilosovic, wait- it hurts," she gasped her eyes threatening actual tears, making the man stop his actions.
"Have you had enough? Do you want to stop, Alice?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice as a hand was placed beneath her chin, lifting it ever so slightly.
Alice thought for a moment and gave a hesitant nod. Stayne suppressed a sigh but complied with his queen's wish, kissing her forehead as he unsheathed himself from her, a shiver coming from Alice at the sensation. He expected her to retreat from the bed, which would afford him the opportunity to finish himself but she remained still, her fingers tracing over a scar that crossed from the top of his right shoulder that led down to the center of his sternum.
"How did you get this one?" Alice asked softly. Ilosovic blinked at the question. He had earned many scars over his lifetime, but most of them were delivered to him in his childhood, or after upsetting Iracebeth.
"I'm fairly certain that it came from a whip in the Crims prison. Shortly after I met you-" Stayne stated as he rested his head back against the pillow behind his head, enjoying the sensations of Alice's fingers gracefully tracing the pale raised line. And then she did another unexpected thing. She kissed the scar.
Gazing down at Alice behind a half-closed lid Stayne remained silent as her fingers found their way to puncture at his ribcage, ignoring the imperfections along the way. She looked up expectantly for an answer even though she did not ask.
Inhaling deeply, Stayne closed his eye in thought, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. "That one, I believe was from the first time I trained with Winthorp," he mumbled recalling how brutal his stepfather had been with him in the ring.
Alice sat up slightly with an open mouth but closed it quickly. She wanted to be surprised, but her own encounter with the White Knight did leave a mark as well. Her eyes were on Ilosovic's relaxed face when she spotted a pale fleck underneath his chin. Ilosovic's eye shot open when Alice suddenly jabbed the spot with a pointed finger. "And this?" She asked, her eyes locked upon his face, as he offered a half-smile.
"That was from my second greatest victory to date," Ilosovic whispered as he recalled the memory, taking hold of the hand that Alice had on the old wound and placed it back upon his chest and kept his folded over hers to keep her from exploring further. "I had become the Champion of Under thanks to this scar."
Alice tore her hand away quickly as she sat up again, her expression one of disbelief. "You? You were a Champion?!" Ilosovic returned a smug grin at his wife's shock.
"Oh yes, and I was favored for a while at that post too," the Black King said, removing his hold on Alice's hand and placed his hands behind his head enjoying both the view his wife was giving him as well as the shock. "I had usurped Winthrop all without lifting a sword myself. I had collected evidence against Winthrop that he had been smuggling muiriled serum into the realm and was an avid user of it." Seeing Alice's blank expression Stayne sighed, trying to find the right words to explain the drug to his wife. "It's rather toxic stuff. Makes the mind unhinged, you see. Those who indulge in it believe in a great deal of nonsense for a period of time. Those who use it habitually are rather mad, err- madder than normal," Stayne mused and Alice nodded in understanding.
"The stuff has been outlawed for as long as Time could recall, but there are still those who seek out the pleasures and misery it brings," he continued, never taking part in the lucid drug himself knowing that it's effect would have left him vulnerable to a great deal of things. "When I revealed to the king at the time about this, Winthrop attempted to take my life but was subdued before he could get the pleasure of doing so. The white rulers, usually, have a preference on banishment rather than death- I don't know where they stored Winthrop but I wish that he would have been kept there till the end of Time."
On that thought, his eye caught the marks Winthorpe had left her. The wounds had healed as best as they could in the short period of time that they had, but he suspected that the attacks would forever remain etched in her skin. He freed one of his hands to feel over the pink and tender line that ran just above Alice's belly button. Losing himself in thought, he failed to catch Alice's hand reaching out to his left cheek, her thumb stroking over the deep indent. She didn't have to ask, but he was reluctant to give her the answer.
"You, were far better at handling Jabberwocky's than I," he muttered as he closed his eye again. "... And mine was far younger than yours, but to be fair, I wasn't armed," Stayne said with a shrug as Alice leaned down and kissed his cheek, and then diverted to place another kiss on his lips.
"If taking Winthorp's role was the second greatest victory for you, what was the first?" She asked Stayne. A grin grew on his face.
"That battle is still in progress, but I'm confident I'm nearing its completion," he said opening his blue eye to her once more and ran his fingers through her curls. "Has anyone ever told you that you are terrifying?" He asked absentmindedly, triggering a laugh from the woman on top of him.
"Do I scare the big Black King?" Alice teased leaning in close making the man chuckle but he gave a nod all the same.
"No, no you don't, although you do have a particular look that makes me think twice about even looking at you," Stayne jived in reply, making Alice frown and narrowed her eyes. "Yes, that look!" He said grinning but the smile soon faded. "... But that's not it."
"Then what is it?"
"I-, I'm scared that I might lose you." He confessed as his fingers continued to play with his wife's hair.
"Ilosovic," Alice started, forcing his gaze back to her face with a firm yet gentle hand. "I'm not going to leave. You do not need to fear that." Alice whispered, kissing his lips gently.
"Please Alice, don't promise things that are out of your control," Stayne pleaded in between their kisses.
"I promise you, Ilosovic Stayne, that you won't be rid of me so easily," Alice whispered defiantly, initiating another round of passion within the chamber.
Tarrant Hightopp laid upon the floor of his workroom, fabric and furniture torn to pieces and thrown to the proverbial wind. His eyes a sullen gray as he stared at the ceiling.
Mirana entered the room without knocking and paused at the sight. It looked as though a flock of jubjub birds had flown through the place. "Tarrant?"
"It's pointless my Queen," bemoaned the hatter from what he would have made his grave. "I thought I could do it, but I cannot! I cannot kill Alice..." He said as he placed his hands over his eyes. "I don't even know if I can face her on the field again, not after I- I just can't do it!"
Mirana rolled her eyes. She was well aware that he could indeed kill Alice. After all, he nearly succeeded where Winthrop failed out of sheer madness, but his heart was not in it at the moment. Moving to his side she knelt down.
"I know Tarrant, that's why I have called off the assault." She assured, making the man sit up.
"Really? You mean.. We won't be attacking Stayne or.. Alice?" The Hatter asked, his eyes gaining some color, but the gray still overpowered the pallet of his eyes. Mirana nodded in response.
"No Tarrant, we won't strike the Black kingdom, not for now at least.." She whispered, looking up as a Dodo walked in with a tray of tea and cakes, motioning the bird to set the tray onto a footstool, the only piece of furniture to survive the wrath of Tarrant.
Moving to the tray, Mirana poured the pair some tea, and with her back to him, she poured an extra ingredient into the hatter's cup.
"Come, have some tea and sweets," urged the White Queen, smiling wickedly, but Tarrant only saw the good in her. Taking a hold of his cup, Tarrant took a sip then made a face.
"Ugh! It's bitter! Needs more sugar." He said, taking a heaping spoonful of sugar and dumped it into his cup and tried it once more. "Much better! Now, whatever were we talking about?"
"I've postponed the battle with our old friends, Ilosovic Stayne and Alice," Mirana said before taking a sip from her own teacup as Tarrant paused in mid-sip. Confusion in his eyes. Lowering his cup he tilted his head to the side.
"Who is Alice?"
