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Alice's Daughter	By : Burton_Wanna_Be Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13
Tempest walked through the halls of her school, people she knew all around her. They were yelling at her, telling her 'no'. Many demanded that she be more like Alice.
"If you look so much like her then you're supposed to act like her." One of them shouted. The others voiced their agreement.
Tempest fought back her tears and began to run. The voices got louder as she ran faster. They were criticizing her for being different, for embracing her uniqueness. For accepting her father's qualities. They laughed and prodded at her insecurities. It became harder to fight the tear.
The hallway melted into the old hut, fire springing up around her. She skidded to a stop as the ground began to crumble under the fire. Behind her was falling too, leaving her on a small pillar surrounded by an ocean of fire. Below her the fire would geezer, nearly reaching her. Temp looked around in panic.
"You are nothing!" Jack's voice hissed around her, causing the flames to jump higher, trying to reach her atop the tall pillar she stood on. "You will never be anything."
One flame got too close, forcing her to step back but she didn't have anywhere to go. Her foot fumbled to stay on the pillar. When she was balanced again, Tempest dropped to her knees, panting.
"You are weak. You could never be Underland's champion." Jack's cackling brushed into her, pushing her back.
"NO!" Tempest screamed and gripped the edge of the pillar, her nails trying to dig into the hard stone. When the laughing stopped she looked around. "Why are you doing this?"
"I'm trying to weed out an imposter." Something flashed just outside her vision and she turned, nothing was there. "A falsifier pretending to be a champion."
"I'm not trying to be a champion!" Tempest yelled back.
"Oh," a ghostly image of Jack formed in front of her, floating over the flames. "Then what do you call breaking into my castle and taking the Oraculum? You were copying your mother, trying to be just like her and you know it."
The strong gust of wind started again, blowing into her. Luckily she was able to grab the edge and hold on. Then the flames licked up and burned her fingers. Tempest cried out in pain but didn't let go. When the wind stopped she cradled her hands, breathing past the pain.
"I'm not trying to be my mother." She panted out, rocking slightly.
"You keep lying to yourself and it's not going to do you any good." Jack chuckled.
Tempest got angry and stood. "Just like you keep telling yourself you'll rule Underland. You will never rule! You will fail just like your mother and father!"
The wind whipped around her like a tornado, bringing the flames higher, but they didn't touch her. Instead she was lifted with them.
"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER!" Jack shouted. "SHE WAS THE BEST! AND SHE WAS MURDERED!" His transparent form became corporal, moving right in front of her, untouched by the flames. "I will be king in honor of my parents and you will fail. Only the true champion can defeat the Jabberwocky, and you aren't her."
He pulled back, grinning, as the walls of fire tightened in around her. "If you try to be the champion you will die. You're death will be the cause of the destruction of everything. All of this will be your fault! You will destroy Underland!" His body disappeared as his laughter echoed around her, the horrid sound vibrating through her to her bones.
Suddenly the wind stopped, the flames dropping back to the ground. Tempest looked down only to realize she had been moved from above the pillar to about ten feet away. Just as she opened her mouth she was dropped. She screamed as she fell into the fire pit, Jack's laughter mixing with her cries of terror. The white hot flames licked up her exposed flesh, searing and burning it until nothing was left untouched.
She was being burned alive and nothing she did freed her. She opened her mouth and let out the most fearful scream she had ever voiced.
Tempest shot up in bed, panting and sweating. Quickly she patted at her body. No flames. She looked at her finger tips and breathed a sigh of relief. It was all just a dream. A nightmare. It wasn't real, just her imagination. Or was it a message?
As she panted, she ran her unburned hands through her hair. Then did it again when the silky strands stopped a lot shorter than before. Again she sighed, remembering the day before. That was the reason for her nightmare. And maybe Jack was right.
No! She couldn't think like that. She wasn't pretending to be her mother. She was just being Tempest, herself, that was all. All she needed to do was ignore Jack's taunts.
Her door cracked open just then, spilling the dim light from the hall into her entryway. A tall figure stood silhouetted in the doorway. She blinked and shifted so she was sitting more comfortably, narrowing her eyes at the figure. When it moved she realized who it was.
"Alaric?" She called, tossing back her blankets and getting ready to stand.
"Don't." His voice sounded grave as he took two steps inside her room, gently closed the door and stopped. "You don't have to get up."
"What's wrong?" She stood anyways, worried about him.
Alaric came the rest of the way into the room, stopping by the foot of her bed, his hand grabbing one of the posts. He never looked up at her.
"Alaric, what is the matter?" Tempest asked again, moving up to him. She tilted her head to get a better look in his eyes. His brown gaze refused to meet her green one. "Are you alright?"
His eyes shot to hers and she saw pain. "Are you?" He asked hoarsely.
"Of course." Tempest frowned. What was wrong with him? "Alaric you should be resting. You inhaled a lot of smoke."
"I am fine." He finally answered. His brown gaze roamed over her face, landing on her cheek where she had been hit. Slowly his hand reached up to stroke her light bruise, his eyes flashing with anger. Then he noticed her shortened hair, taking a strand. "You are not."
Tempest reached up to stroke her hair. "I'm fine. This is nothing." She tried to shoo away his worries.
"If I hadn't acted without thinking this wouldn't have happened." He groaned and rubbed his hand over his face.
"If you hadn't acted when you did I would have been…" She trailed off, looking away from the man in front of her. She did not want to think about what might have happened if Alaric hadn't barged into that shed. When she cleared her throat she looked back up at him and took a step back.
Anger so strong it was almost tangible was flashing in his usually kind brown eyes. Her eyes widened as she swore she saw energy snap from his body, as if his aura had taken on a life of its own. Vaguely Tempest was reminded of the one time she had lost her temper, that had not been pretty.
"A-Alaric?" She called softly.
The prince took a deep breath and visibly relaxed, flopping onto the edge of the bed. "I didn't mean to scare you, it's just… I never should have let you go in alone." He looked up at her again, his eyes filled with that pain from before.
"Alaric," she sat down beside him. "I volunteered for that mission and it was successful. Besides we learned what creature is burning the land, so that was a bonus."
"But because of me you lost your hair and got hurt." He gently touched the bruise on her face then her shoulder length waves.
Tempest took a lock of hair and rubbed it between her fingers before tossing it over her shoulder, smiling up at him. "My cuts and bruises should be gone by tomorrow. Besides my hair will grow back, your life can never restart if you die. I would gladly give up hair for your life any day." Her smile was so bright and sincere he felt his heart nearly stop.
Alaric grabbed her face so fast and so gently Tempest was stunned. Then when he covered her lips with his, she was immobile. Not even a second later, she moaned and returned his kiss, wanting, no needing, his lips on hers. She needed his taste in her mouth and his scent in her nose. No matter how tough she sounded or acted, she had been scared, not for her life but for his.
Desperately she molded her lips with his and instantly let his tongue enter her mouth, seeking the duel that always came. As they dueled their tongues, Alaric drifted his hands from her face down her shoulders, then her sides and stopped on her hips, gripping her so he could pull her closer. Tempest moaned at the feel of his hands drifting over her body and tangled her hands in his luxurious hair, pulling his head closer.
Before either was aware of it, they had fallen back against the bed, Alaric atop Tempest. She grunted and started to scoot back into a more comfortable position, Alaric following her and never breaking contact with her mouth. But when his lungs started to burn he pulled back far enough to catch his breath then he started to kiss his way down her neck. Vaguely a thought occurred to him that he should stop, but at her gasp and moan that thought shattered.
Tempest couldn't stop herself from throwing back her head and moaning as Alaric's mouth reached her collar bone. This was wrong, she shouldn't be allowing this. But right now she didn't care, she just tightened her hold in his hair and pressed further into him. A large, lost part of her needed this.
"Tempest," Alaric groaned, pulling back slightly so he could look at her.
When her eyes locked with his the fire simmering in her core exploded into an inferno, blasting its way up and out until her whole body was consumed. His eyes were flashing with desire so strongly that she swore there were flames behind them, ready to jump out and join the ones spreading through her body. The dream came to mind and she couldn't help but recognize the similarities. Except, rather than this fire burning away her flesh and causing her great pain, it was pleasurable and addicting. She liked this fire and she wanted more of it.
"Tempest," Alaric groaned again, his lower half gently rocking into hers. Something in his tone and the movement had her lifting her hips and… her heated core rubbed against his throbbing hardness. They both gasped. "Please, Tempest… please."
The last please was drawn out as he rocked into her once again causing the pleasurable fire to surge again. Without thinking, she moved her grip to his shoulders and nearly lifted off the bed, trying to get him closer. Trying to fill that emptiness she suddenly felt. Right now she didn't want to think, about anything, she just wanted to feel what Alaric could make her feel.
Alaric moaned and dropped his head in the juncture of her shoulder, shuddering at the pleasure she had just caused. She was too perfect, it was taking everything he had to remain some semblance of the gentleman he had been raised to be. It was just too damn hard with her under him, forcing their sexes together.
"Wait!" He barely stopped her before she bucked against him again. He looked into her eyes and nearly groaned again. Their usual bright green was a lot brighter, almost glowing, and there was the barest hint of violet. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but she had to say it. "I need… you…" He could barely talk with pleasure coursing through him. "Do you…"
Thankfully she understood him. "Yes," It was a low whisper, nearly a hiss.
"Are you sure?" He had to make sure, because if she changed her mind later he wasn't sure he could stop.
In response she moved her grip back to his hair and pulled him down so she could capture his lips in a soul searing kiss. As they kissed she gave a big buck that, had they not been clothed, would have joined them. He had to break the kiss to cry out and she joined him. When he looked back down he stared at her for all of a second before attacking her mouth again, letting his desire and lust drive him.
Tempest could only gasp when he claimed her mouth with such raw hunger it bordered on animalistic. And she returned his hunger with her own, being forceful yet gentle as they lip locked. Not long after the kiss started they had to break for air, but Alaric didn't stay gone for long. He immediately started a decent down her neck, kissing, licking, and nipping as he went.
Temp bit her lip to stop from crying out as he nipped the exposed flesh of her chest. This felt all too good, sinful yet so good. Then he did something that had her arching off the bed and crying out loud. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, through the fabric of her night shirt, and began to toy with it. He continued until she was panting, tossing her head from side to side, then he moved to the other nipple. It was too much and yet… not enough. She panted roughly, trying desperately to catch her breath, when he pulled back and gripped the edge of her shirt.
"I need to see you." His voice was so deep it sent more shivers down her spin. Without a single thought she sat up and let him whisk the thin fabric off her, not caring where it went.
Smiling, she watched his eyes widen as he took in her nude torso. She'd always figured she'd be embarrassed at having a man see her near naked form, but she only felt excitement as Alaric's brown gaze tried to take her in through the darkness. With a mental shrug she tossed the thought away just as the prince took her nipple in his mouth and the opposite breast in his hand. With a soft cry she arched and let him lower her back to the bed.
Alaric sucked and nipped at her breasts, kneading and caressing them, paying extreme attention to touch as much of her newly exposed skin as he could. Again, she was perfect. Her breasts were soft yet firm, high, and large enough that they filled his entire hand. He could literally spend the entire night paying attention to them, but right now his body was demanding he move along. And, by the way she kept rubbing against the thigh he placed between her legs, she was definitely ready to move along.
With one last long suck he released her nipple and began kissing his way down the valley between her breasts. Again, Tempest moaned and arched as his hands led the way over her ribs and abs. But when his hand drifted over a few ribs on one side, she couldn't hold in the hiss of pain and the wince. Instantly Alaric pulled back to look down at her.
"What-" he tried to ask but she cut him off.
"Nothing, it's nothing." She smiled at him, running her hand through his hair. "Don't stop."
Alaric looked down at where his hand had been, forcing his eyes to see with the small amount of moonlight they had. Sure enough they focused and… he could see the dark purple beginnings of a large bruise that, no doubt, wrapped around to her back. Anger coursed through him.
"How did you get this?" He demanded, eyes shooting to her face.
She simply stared at him, her eyes taking on the slightest hint of red. "Not now, Alaric. Not now." She whispered. They didn't need the horrors of the past ruining this moment. She couldn't deal with them right now.
After a moment he nodded and leaned down, kissing her before moving back to her middle. The first thing he did was run his tongue down the large bruise. She gasped and clutched his hair, trying not to yank it. With a smile he gently kissed the bruise before moving to pay attention to her stomach. He placed a gently kiss on every inch of exposed flesh he could reach, paying special attention to tease her bellybutton.
Temp could only sigh at the feel of his lips on her. She loved it, especially as his hand drifted up and down her thigh. As Alaric placed a long kiss on in the center of her stomach, his hand dipped under the band of the pants she was wearing and cupped her heated core through her underwear. With a startled gasp she arched off the bed, pressing against him. She knew that when he pulled back there was a smirk on his face.
"Will you let me remove these?" He rubbed his hand a little. "They are in my way."
"Alaric," Tempest groaned. "Please…" She let the sentence trail off, considering how her hips seemed to do most of the talking. Especially when he pressed his knuckle closer and rubbed a little harder. She was so close to… to what she didn't know; all she knew was that her body craved it. "Oh Gods…"
Alaric chuckled and made quick work off her sleeping bottoms and underwear, tossing them into the darkness. Slowly he pulled back until he was able to take in her entire nude form. She was beyond perfect, beyond beautiful. Laid out on the lavender bed she was the epitome of a divine offering. Her red hair a flaming halo drawing the eyes while her swollen pink lips and hooded green eyes spoke of sensual pleasure. And her perfect breast, toned tummy, defined arms, and long legs seemed as if they had been sculpted by the Gods themselves. Then there was the treasure between those perfect legs, guarded by the thatch of curly, dark red hair.
"You are the most beautiful woman." He whispered, kissing her long and hard. "In both worlds." He finished, nipping at her lower lip.
She laughed and cupped his cheek. "You can't know that for sure."
"In my eyes, you are." His intense stare had her blushing and him kissing her again. As he toyed with her tongue his hand slipped down her body and cupped her sex.
Tempest jumped at the contact and gave a long low moan. He grinned and kissed his way back down her entire body, pausing to tease her breast again. All the while he kept his hand over her glistening core, rubbing it in a slow, circular motion. She was already extremely wet and it was taking everything he had to go slowly.
When he stopped to lick around her belly button he looked up at Tempest, who was watching him with pleasure hooded eyes. Keeping contact, he slowly dipped his middle finger inside her core. They both moaned at the action and he took that as his signal to continue. Very slowly he began to pull his finger out then push back in. Each time he was awarded with a gasp or a moan.
A few more thrust and he added another finger, causing Tempest to try to squeeze her legs shut. Thankfully he had positioned himself between her long legs and she couldn't close them. As he pumped her faster, Alaric started to kiss his way down the top of her thigh to her knee then up the inside of that thigh, stopping when he felt the softness of her pubic hair. When he added another finger he kissed his way down her other thigh than up the inside.
This time when he came to her sex he stopped and looked up at Tempest. She currently had her head tossed back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open to pant, and hands gripping the sheets. She was beautiful as she laid there, a slight pink flush of arousal covering her skin. He wanted to see her come, but not because of his fingers.
Slowly he removed his fingers from her warmth and waited for her to look down at him. When she finally did, he slowly and deliberately licked his digits clean. The blush darkening her cheeks only added to her beauty. Once he was done he crawled back up her body and kissed her mouth, wanting her to taste what he did. She seemed momentarily shocked but returned his kiss anyways.
With a groan he pulled back and returned to his position between her thighs. Looking down at her core he couldn't stop his growl of approval. She was positively lovely.
"Alaric?" Her was voice strong yet full of curiosity. "What are you…"
His grin had her trailing off and before she could say anything else he ran his tongue along her slit. Tempest cried out in surprise and pleasure, bowing off the bed. Alaric groaned at the pure taste of her and quickly stroked her again. After another stroke he slid his tongue inside her, pumping her like he had with his fingers.
Tempest gasped again when she felt Alaric's talented tongue enter her like his fingers had. Just as with his fingers, he moved his tongue around causing spasms of pleasure to shoot up her spine. The fire pooled in her belly began to expand, licking out through her veins. It was becoming too much. She needed something, she knew that but what? In a desperate attempt to reach that something she moved her hands to grip Alaric's shoulders, momentarily disappointed that he was still clothed.
"Alaric," she groaned, hands fisting in his cream shirt.
Faintly, Alaric felt her hands grip his shoulders as she called his name but wondered why he couldn't feel her warm palms. Despite her moan of disapproval he pulled back and looked at his shoulder. A grin spread over his mouth when he realized he was still fully clothed. Looking back at Temp he pulled the shirt off and left it where it fell. His heart skipped a beat when Tempest's gaze brightened even more with blatant approval.
With his grin widening he went back to his previous position and once her hands repositioned themselves on his shoulders he continued his attack. The stinging bite of her nails in his bare skin, mixed with the moans she made encouraged him further. Gently he added two fingers and toyed with her clitoris until she was trashing around. With a long stretch of his tongue he found that one spot that had her coming off the matrices with a near scream.
As she desperately dug her nails into his shoulders, Alaric lapped at her juices. With each pass of his tongue he sent another wave of pleasure up her body and reveled in the fact that he caused them. He loved the way she clamped around his tongue and fingers. And the sound of her cry of pleasure, he wanted to hear it over and over again.
When he had her mostly clean he pulled back, licking his lips and grinning down at her. Temp panted and lifted one hand to cup his cheek. Following her lead, he let her pull him down for a long kiss. As their lips locked she reached down and undid the tie of his trousers. With some maneuvering they managed to tug the things off his hips and down his legs so he could kick them off. Once they were gone he gently settled back between her legs, his very hard manhood resting against her abdomen.
Alaric pulled back and looked down at her, searching for any sign of hesitation on her part. He saw none, only desire and need shining back at him. "Are you sure Tempest?"
"Yes." She spread her legs wider so he could settle more comfortably, her reasoning so far gone.
He groaned as her movement caused his erecting to rub against the top of her sex. "Are you a-"
"Yes." She cut him off and lifted herself further up the bed. Alaric stopped her by grabbing her hips.
"It will hurt." He said, feeling his control weakening as the need in her eyes grew. This wasn't just about a physical union; she needed this just as much as he did. Together they needed to replace the day before with something better. A lot better.
With a nod he positioned himself at her entrance and looked up at her once more. Temp smiled and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. Returning her smile, Alaric gently covered her body completely with his, his tip pressing into her gently. She gasped at the feeling and looked down the small space between their bodies to see the thick shaft of his long manhood.
"Don't worry." Alaric whispered in her ear when he saw the shock on her face.
"I'm not." She smiled back at him. She meant it and he knew it.
Gently he kissed her, soothingly at first then getting desperate. Lucky for him she returned every movement with her own. When he pulled back it was only for a second so he could look into her eyes once more. Then, as his mouth claimed hers again, he slammed into her, sheathing himself completely and taking her virginity in one stroke. With a mental curse he swallowed her gasp of pain then pulled back to look at her. She had her eyes squeezed shut and was panting. He froze.
A few seconds later she twisted her upper torso a little then her hips, trying to relieve the sharp pain. Alaric hissed at her movements, shocks of pleasure shooting up his spin. She felt so good but he wasn't going to move until she was ready.
Tempest opened her eyes at the sound of Alaric's hiss. She knew she hadn't caused him pain but the look on his face said otherwise. Then she noticed his hips twitching. He was holding back from moving, waiting for her pain to pass. The realization had her heart fluttering with something she didn't want to look into. Not right now at least.
Shifting a little as the pain faded, she reached up and pulled his face to hers. Alaric seemed momentarily shocked but that passed and he returned her kiss with desperation. They got so caught up in their kiss and trying to get closer that they didn't notice their lower halves had started to move. Not until he had pulled himself most of the way out and pushed back inside her. Breaking apart they both cried out at the large jolt of pleasure that engulfed them.
Eyes locking on his, Tempest once again gripped his shoulders and gently rocked her hips. More spikes of pleasure coursed up her body, and she could feel he had the same reaction. Thank the Gods that the pain was gone now because she wanted more of him and that sensation he could give her.
"More," Her voice was such a husky whisper she wasn't sure he had heard her. At least, until he pulled back out and slammed into her. She threw her head back and gave a pleasure filled cry. And that was the cue for Alaric to continue.
He withdrew again and filled her. Out and in, out and in, over and over again. Each time he began to move faster and harder, careful of her reaction. Each time he pushed back in she would arch off the bed with a pleasure filled gasp. Her nails digging into his shoulders until a thin trail of blood welled down his bicep. The feel of the hot liquid had him moving faster, lost in the erotic pleasure her nails caused him.
"A… Alaric…" Tempest groaned, arching once again. Pleasure and fire consumed her and she wanted more of it.
"Tempest," his responding moan was so low she almost missed it, pleased at the sound.
When he lowered his face to her neck, she wrapped her legs around his hips. Quickly she caught onto his rhythm and was rocking her hips in time to his thrust. Alaric let out a low growl and nipped the crook of her neck before soothing the sting with his tongue. He increased his thrusts, forcing the entire bed to move.
"Alaric… I can't… can't hold…" Tempest tried to gasp out, the pleasure building in her core becoming too much.
Alaric grinned before grabbing her face, forcing her to look at him. When he spoke his voice was low and compelling. "Let go, I'll catch you." Then he claimed her mouth.
His words and his kiss combined with the particularly deep thrust he just gave knocked her over. Her release rocked through her, sending her free-falling. She wrapped her arms around his back and held on for dear life. His talented mouth captured her silent cry as his member still moved inside her. Vaguely she was aware of her inner muscles clamping around him.
Three more deep thrust were all he could manage before he lost it. His climax slammed into him like a bolt of lightning, shooting up his spine and immobilizing him. The hot liquid of his release shot into Tempest's welcoming body before he could pull himself back. But at that moment he didn't care, everything felt too right. Especially when her walls began to tighten even more around him.
Tempest felt the hot liquid fill her and she couldn't stop the second orgasm that tackled her. Who knew that this act could be so… wonderful? She moaned as Alaric released her mouth and kissed his way down her neck. He paused to suck gently on her shoulder.
Once their releases had faded he pulled back to look down at her. Tempest gave him a sleepy, sensual, satisfied smile and his heart completely melted. This strange woman had somehow crawled into his heart in the short amount of time he'd known her.
Tempest pulled him down for another long kiss. Groaning he pulled out of her and rolled onto the bed, pulling her with him. She tried to hide a yawn as she settled closer but failed. He looked down at her red hair, running his fingers through the strands. Sleep began to claim him as his heart beat found a steady pace. In his arms, Temp slowly went limp as she succumbed to sleep. Not long after that, Alaric found himself lost in the land of dreams with her right by his side.
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