Liddell - a Different Wonderland

Cat arched up her hips a little bit, searching deeper for that little button, the one he wanted to press and feel flex under his mouth, purring in his throat and sending those vibrations along her folds. She moaned and writhed under him, completely lost in how good this felt and safe in knowing who he was.

Or at least who he presented himself to be for her.

That revelation shocked her. He changed his form...for her. Even if it was just for this, he *changed* for her. He was...willing.

*.... He never gave me a chance....*

Feeling bitterness lurch in her heart, she heard her own wailing from what seemed like eons ago.

*"He never gave me a chance...any chance."*

Her breaking moment. What made her want to forget everything...even her Cheshire anchor.

Alice was curled up into a ball, sobbing and feeling diminished. Confused and no longer 'almost Alice'...in fact not even human or worthy of humanity.

Rabbit was diligent about his work, his time and his priorities. She admired him for it, very much like a father figure would dole out his time and affections for his favorite daughter. Rabbit showered Alice with praise and trinkets from the most obscure destinations in Wonderland. She was pleased beyond measure and felt special and happy, being under his care and tutelage.

Except when they were alone.

He was always in a hurry....to himself and for himself.

Kneeling before him, burying her face along the white plushness of his belly and finding his cock demandingly pointing up and out, she found comfort and a sense of solace in tending to his needs. Her own pussy became abundant in sweet nectar knowing this and made her crave to be touched. Appreciated more. Given a thank you beyond words.

Those actions and energies were never expended.

It would end before it started. Rabbit was very conscientious about being late. For anything.

She engulfed his cock, swirling her tongue around his shaft, craning her head and neck further down to feel his cockhead brushing the back of her mouth. He groaned and grabbed her hair, not so kindly and pumped furiously in and out of her mouth, face-fucking her as is she'd disappear....as quickly and in a vapor like that damned Cat he envied. He never understood their relationship, even when Alice protested it was more like a guardianship. Cat was her protector. Rabbit wasn't hearing it.

Rabbit would mutter under his breath, the closer he got to busting himself in her. Always verbally meandering about being late and in a hurry and...." not to waste time, precious girl. My time is valuable and you'd make it more so if you'd....just...." Gritting his teeth, he felt his balls twitch and seize up, knowing sweet release was cumming.".....hurry....." With a higher-than-audible squeal, Rabbit would empty himself in her mouth and down her throat. Spitting was never an option. After all....." a precious gift of time and energy should never be wasted." Rabbit would groan, looking down at her, honey-blonde hair tussled about her ears from his paws grabbing.

Fucking was much worse. The furious pumping, in spite of whatever condition her pussy was in...was never kind. Always rushed...always demanding...and always too quickly over. She didn't understand what she was doing or had done wrong. She respected her wise escort through Wonderland, admired his knowledge and sought to please him. To show him that he meant something special. Rabbit never gave her the chance. For pleasure. For acknowledgment. For intimacy. For trust. For time.

Her breaking point came one golden afternoon. Rabbit had just left her there seething, her body crying out for release silently. Came and went, literally, as he did every time. Sobbing and angry and feeling cheated, Alice curled up in her ball, despondent and never wanting to return here. She was tired....so tired. So disillusioned and fragile. Her heart was breaking and no one could hear the fragments hit the ground.

Cat heard her from a hundred miles away. He raced to her...even at her turning 30 in human years; he would drop life for her. He appeared, his grin first, hoping to cheer her. Alice heard the whoosh of his grin and smell the comforting stardust and catnip. Her heart, at this point, was too despondent to look up. Cat emerged from that shared space, looking down at her. Stern and saddened, he cursed that damned Rabbit and how he could do this to her. He cursed Alice softly for allowing herself to be dealt with like this. He cursed himself for not being able to save her, tell her...anything.

Curling around her naked form, still wafting that disgusting cunicular scent, Cat purred loudly to let her know he was there. Sniffling and feeling comforted by the feline warmth, Alice's broken heart opened wide, nearly splitting at her psyche's seams.

"Oh Cat...I will never understand why you come to me. Even after I've been horribly....soiled. I'm not deserving of your attention or kindness. I'm wretched, Cat. Purely awful and not worthy of time. He says so...he shows so. Always late and rushed...but what he does is important and I'm just in the way. In his way. It's the least I can do....really...." Cat began bathing Alice, lightly caressing her shoulders and neck, absolutely luxuriating in the taste of her sweat, her tears and her need. He could smell her need, even through Rabbit's viscous fluids running down her thighs. She felt so weak; all she could do was allow Cat to tend to her. As he always had. Without judgment or reservation.

Moving down her body, Cat, trembled inwardly, fighting back the urge to roll and take her. She would, in this state. But there would be no satisfaction for this Cat to sustain curiosity. His tongue crept into every bend and curve and hollow of her recently maturing body. Still supple, still Alice but demonstrating signs of how lovely she is, inside and out. He'd take forever to luxuriate in her being. Shifting his body down to her thighs, his tail long enough to cover her shoulders, Cat wrinkled his muzzle. He *REALLY* hated that smell. It was almost sarcastic, taunting, mocking him. But her undertone beckoned him, pleading with him. That drove him over.

Cat confessed, not by words, but how he lovingly and lustfully he worshiped her pussy. Well to him it was worship. To her, it felt more like a tender bath by a trusted and loving friend. That is, until she felt his tongue reach her clit and bat at it softly, like a toy aching to be played with. Grabbing his ears, Alice arched up, grinding into his muzzle and crying out. Cat lost control.

Shocking her back, Alice felt her body tremor, both with his tonguing and her own vivid memories. Looking back, seeing his silhouette: his hair tousled by his movements, feeling his arms locked around her arched hips, his face pressed and giving her the most intimate of kisses, she shuddered a sigh.

"Cat...?" she called softly. Not wanting to stop him...but wanting to show him.

Cat hesitated. He was in a place of bliss, one he dreamt about for so long...and now his goddess is calling him from the altar. Nipping her buttock playfully, he replied. "Yes, love?"

Her chest aching with need and her mind reeling with a desire to prove, Alice whispered, "He never gave me the chance." Tears brimmed her lashes.

Understanding and grunting with frustration, Cat, raised himself and placed his hands on her hips, encouraging her to sit up on her knees. Feeling his cock press against her tailbone, she leaned into his chest, feeling his human purr resonate into her back. Kissing her neck and shoulders, Cat resigned. "I promised you my submission, sweet lady. I give everything to you now. You more than deserve your chance." Wrapping his hand around her throat lightly from behind, Cat kissed Alice slowly, reabsorbed in the pleasure of just kissing her. Moaning into his kiss, Alice felt alive. Her loins stirred fresh and she ran her hands down his hips from behind, pressing deeper into him.

This was her time. She would make him remember.

Alice pivoted slowly, feeling the comforter bunch around her knees, to look into Cat's face. Such a strong and handsome man you are, she thought; such familiar eyes and that cheeky grin with dimples to match your human foible. Touching his face lightly, stroking the hair on his chin, Alice smiled. Just as soft and scratchy as his fur. She blushed, remembering how his fur felt against her naked skin, how he blanketed her in his security. Alice traced his lower lip with her finger. Cat resisted the urge to nip at it. He didn't want to take this from her. He purred lightly in his throat, content in her coy touches.

Taking his face in her palms, Alice studied him for a moment, as if trying to find the feline inside. The tiger inside. He smiled and blinked, none too curious but encouraging her to continue. She ran her hands down his neck, caressing his Adam's apple and traveled further to his chest, his loosely-fitting jerkin hung about his frame. Smiling playfully, Alice grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head, laughing at how his hair clung to the collar before he shook his head loose. In awe of his naked torso, Alice petted his chest softly, stroking with the growth there. His sinew and warm flesh awakened something else in here: the desire to bite him. Without warning, Alice leaned into him and softly bit him, feeling the bristle of hair and the firmness of muscle and the warmth of his body become trapped in her mouth. Her teeth dug into him, and the saltiness of his sweat sweetly assaulted her taste buds.

Alice went wild.

Cat hissed quietly at the sharp contact. He wasn't afraid of this, he welcomed it. It was a shock she could be so bold. Alice looked up, hearing him and hesitated. He growled softly and caressed her hair. Whispering huskily he bade her, "Take me."

With fevered excitement, Alice trailed her mouth back up Cat's chest and neck, nuzzling him and becoming more incensed by his being. Finding his Adam's apple, she ran her tongue over it and grazed her teeth against the softened, slick skin there. Cat groaned. Feeling the groan under her tongue, Alice ran her hands down his torso, to his waist, inwardly warming over the intensity of his body. Wanting to unfasten his trousers, she began tugging greedily. Rational thought was gone. Cat, realizing what she wanted and wanting it more, gently grabbed her shoulders.

"My lady...my boots first, if you please." He grinned almost maniacally, holding back every instinct that told him to ravage her. Blushing, Alice crawled off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling as Cat spread his legs and placed them on either side. This is how he envisioned her, many nights: kneeling naked before him, eyes blazing with lust and a need he intended to satisfy. Alice straddled one foot and grasped the boot, admiring the supple leather under her palms. Tugging with a ferocity she didn't know she possessed, Alice pulled the boot off, losing her balance and landing on one hip. Giggling she held his boot in her hand, raising it like a trophy. Cat laughed at her silliness, smiling fondly. This was the Alice he wanted to see. To wrap himself up in her and make her his. Realizing he still wore a boot, Alice threw the boot from her hand and attacked the other one, clawing at it in mocking frustration. Cat sat still, watching her antics, wiggling the toes of his free foot while resisting the urge to help her. After a few moments of tugging, his boot came free and Cat's bare feet rested on either side of Alice on the floor. Falling back and landing on her bottom, Alice giggled. Looking up at Cat, she choked on her giggle slightly, reveling in the blazing lust seeping from his countenance. He wasn't so subtle now. No furry muzzle to hide behind. No quick wit to camouflage his excitement. Laid as bare as she was.

Rising up onto her knees, Alice slid her hands up his thighs, gasping at the solid warmth underneath. He wanted her. He...wanted...her. Reaching the top of his trousers, Alice swallowed hard. She never really thought of this, what he'd be like. She was almost frightened. Recognizing the rising form in the center, she looked up into Cat's eyes, waiting for....something. Cat studied her face: glowing and ethereal and softened and positively lovely. His Alice, his Liddle one. Tipping his hand under her chin, he said one word: "Yes."

Working with shaking fingers, Alice unfastened his trousers, the laces almost knotting under her nervousness. Leaning forward, his hand still cupping her chin, Cat kissed her gently, drawing her mouth into his, as if drawing nectar from a flower. Sitting still, kneeling and drawn into his essence, Alice had her breath taken away for a moment. His scent, now with an undertone of musk, made her nose twitch. Opening her eyes, she saw him...looking at her. A surge bloomed from her chest and surged down her belly. She moaned while locking eyes with him. Her Cat. Her anchor. Her comforter and hero.

Drawing away slowly, Alice refocused her efforts while still magnetized to Cat's stare. The restraints embracing his trousers together became deftly undone. Cat shifted slightly, giving Alice room to draw them down past his hips and thighs. She did. When she saw his shaft, her mouth went dry. No words can be used to describe how rugged and beautiful his cock was to her. Not in a feminine or overly effeminate way: just the pure, masculine beauty of curve and line, color and texture, rigidity and softness. She marveled for a moment...then became aware she was staring at him. Drawing his trousers down his calves and ankles, Alice blushed at the wanton curiosity she'd shown.

"No one has ever seen me like this, you know. Not even in my feline form. Not even the Queen." Cat purred, excited to see her blush. "I saved this for you, Champion o'er the Jabberwock. Your eyes only." Caressing his thighs as she moved up, Alice encircled the mound around his cock with her flattened hands, marveling at the texture of his growth there. Just as soft and bristly as his tummy hair, she noted, stifling a giggle: how many times had she stroked his belly and not even considered...? An insane urge flitted through her mind. Leaning toward his cockhead, she stuck her tongue out and looking up into Cat's eyes...challenging him...she licked the ridge there, savoring his taste and feel of his skin. Letting his head fall back, Cat knew he was at her mercy and he didn't care. Gripping the comforter, Cat fought the urge to grab her sweet locks and direct his need. Flicking her tongue up and away from his cockhead, Alice felt a strike of bravery. Grinning as manically as Cat, she brushed her lips around his cock head, her pussy rising with a fresh flood of dew. Opening her mouth and groaning past her throat, she closed her eyes and lowered her head down onto his shaft slowly. A mixture of caramel, velvet and Cat accosted her mouth, caressing against the inside of her cheek. She hadn't felt this good or wanted or alive in too long. Bracing her hands on his thighs, Alice lost composure. She began to worship his cock lovingly, fiercely, her mouth as voracious as the lust that seemed to increase the more she took him in. The most indecent noises: groaning, slurping, deep throaty breathing, emanated from the once-docile and demure Alice. Partaking of her personal catnip, she became the harbinger of lust and Cat was its sole recipient.

Cat gritted his teeth, his once charming grin changing into contortions of control. She had a talent no one had ever considered and it was to their detriment. This was all his. Looking down at the top of her head, her face shadowed by her freed locks, Cat growled softly behind his teeth and luxuriated in her oral attentions. Moving his hands to caress her hair, Cat shifted slightly. At the unexpected movement, Alice locked onto Cat, not surrendering her new-found pleasure for anything. Grunting in surprise, Cat looked down sharply. Slowing down, as if she'd heard something inaudible change in the air, Alice moved her head away, releasing his cock and licking his shaft, as if apologizing. Shifting to lathe his balls, Cat didn't understand completely. Lifting her chin up to him, Cat stared. This lovely creature, a strange brew of dominance and submission was insecure, even still. "I'm not going away."

She processed his words. I'm. Not. Going. Away. No puff of smoke, no vapor trail, no popping suction from disappearing space. He was here. Solid and wanting her.

She licked the inside of his thigh in apology. Grooming him, as he had her countless times. He smiled softly and closed his eyes, running his hands through her hair and encouraging her to continue. Time seemed to stop altogether when she wrapped her mouth around his shaft and resumed the sweetest grooming imaginable. Her constant attention to both detail and pleasure was refreshing to this creature beyond the time of Wonderland. But he knew he couldn't last forever. He would know sweet release inside his Queen.

But not until she found hers.

Feeling his cock head rubbing the roof of her mouth and edging toward her throat, Cat growled mightily. He grabbed her, so wanting to guide her. His breath came from between his teeth, struggling for patience. Alice felt his change as tangibly as her skin prickling with icy heat. She slowly released his cock, her mouth ringing a soft pop around his ridge. She stood up and embraced her Cat, feeling his head nestled between her breasts. Nuzzling and looking for her hardened nipple, Cat growled and ran his hands down her hips and grabbed her ass, squeezing with possession. Finding that peach-colored nub, he drew it between his teeth, making her gasp and clutch at him. Her loins echoed his growl, protesting in hunger. Not caring about anything but being filled, Alice pushed Cat down onto her bed and straddled him.

A little whisper behind her left ear distracted her:

"Alice Montgomery, what on earth are you doing? You will completely sully your reputation as a proper woman if you do this. Restraint, my dear. Show some composure and have some tea."

Tea...Cat licking her nose.

Looking down at Cat, supine beneath her, rubbing the soft flesh of her thighs and looking up at her, Alice stifled the voice in her left ear. Capturing his hands with hers, she laced her fingers through his and brought their hands to his shoulders, pinning him down. Gently rubbing her groin against his, Alice moaned at the intimate contact, something she'd been denied for years. She felt her lips open up like a blossom and seek to engage his shaft, encircling him in her perfumed folds. Groaning happily and with urgency, Cat began to quiver beneath her. He couldn't hold onto his lust anymore. Before he could tear his hands away from her to grab her hips and thrust up, Alice slowly sank down onto his shaft. Unable to look away, Alice wore her disbelief and satiation on her face like a badge of honor. Inch by sweet inch Alice drew him in, sinking into delectable quicksand ringed with muscles that embraced him like an old friend. Well...he *was* an old friend. Cat softly cooed her name and filled her pussy completely, from soft inner depth to the lacings of their mounds. They locked eyes once she was settled and just didn't move for a moment.

Absorbed into each other totally now, Alice began to tear up slightly. This was the closest she'd been to anyone, ever. The guardian of her heart, now masquerading as a man for her pleasure and admonition was siphoned to her by their cores. Alice released their hands to stroke Cat's face, guiding her palms down to either side of his shoulders, allowing her head to fall into the crook of his neck. Tenderly she began kissing his neck, allowing her teeth to graze him, seeking his pulse with her tongue. Cat began groaning, holding her by her hips, rocking and thrusting up. She was so warm, yielding and yet held him tightly, like she was designed for him.