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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
Disclaimer: Do not own Alice in Wonderland (book nor movie) or the characters. They belong to Lewis Carroll and Disney. I make no money from my writings.

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Chapter 17
For the next two Underland days Tempest practically did nothing but train. She spent her time surrounded by knights and weapons, doing practice battles and refreshing her skills. Every once in a while someone would give her pointers on something and she would listen intently and apply what she was told. She took on all the knights, winning easily sometimes and not so easily others. Her father had even stepped up to spar with her, which had taken a while since they had used swords and ended in a draw. Hatter not wanting to truly harm his daughter had held back a bit.
But when Alaric had taken a turn near the end of the day before the fight… well, that had been difficult. Both had been trying to focus on sparring but kept getting distracted by their lust. Didn't help that practically everyone had retired early. Eventually when they were alone and Alaric had managed to pin her down their built up lust burst, mixing with their fear for the next day. So consumed they nearly made love in the middle of the ring. Thankfully a few patrolling knights made a lot of noise as they approached the area and the two lovers quickly abandoned their training efforts to rush to one of their rooms.
A few hours later, they lay curled into each other under the warm blankets covering his large bed. Both were asleep, seemingly peaceful. But Tempest's was not. She was being plague by Jack's words from her previous dream and what was most likely the outcome of the next day. All around her she saw her friends being killed, her father falling at the hand of the Red Prince. She screamed and tried to get to Tarrant but her body wouldn't move. Then she watched helplessly as Jack killed Alaric. She screamed louder.
Tempest shot up in her bed, a cold sweat running down her spine. Her heart raced as if she'd just ran a hundred miles. She gasped for breath, forcing herself to realize that she was safe in Alaric's room of the castle. She looked to her left and found Alaric still asleep. Good, then it was all just a dream. A nightmare.
She stared down at his peaceful, handsome face. Gently she ran her fingers down his cheek, smiling when he moaned and turned his head into her touch. Something about this man drew her in and wouldn't let her go. Each time he looked at her it sent her body into a hum and that scared her. She had never wanted, needed, someone so much as she did Alaric. And right now she needed to feel his skin against hers, even though they had made love only a few hours ago.
"Alaric," she called softly, gently shaking his shoulder. He simply moaned and rolled onto his back. It was like waking the dead with him sometimes. With a sigh she shook him harder. "Wake up."
Alaric moaned again, his eyes cracked open before drifting shut again. For a moment Tempest thought against waking him but knew she needed to feel him, to know that he was really here. And he wouldn't mind in the long run. This time she drifted her hand down his bare chest and under the blanket. He stirred a little, his arm moving to rest on his chest.
Watching him closely, she gently dragged her nails over his hip bone. She felt his cock twitch and harden against the back of her hand. Chuckling softly she rubbed her knuckles along the shaft, purring when he hardened even more causing him to stand at attention. He moaned and shifted, eyes squeezing shut but he didn't wake up. Rolling her eyes she scooted down the bed, kicking the blanket down to his knees as she went.
When her face was level with his manhood she looked up at him once more. "Alaric." Still he didn't wake up. With a smirk she wrapped her hand around his cock and kissed the tip. This time he moaned, his hand moving from his chest to grip the bed sheet. Taking that as a good sign she kissed him again then licked the length of his shaft. When he shuddered she pumped her hand up and down, occasionally kissing and licking the tip.
Alaric began to buck his hips in time to her movements, slowly waking up as his pleasure built. He'd been dreaming of Tempest, like he always seemed to do since he met her. Now he was currently looking down his body into the bright green eyes of the redhead goddess as she surrounded his hard cock with her warm mouth. He gasped when she sucked harder, drawing her head up. "Tempest!" He gasped out, lifting his hips off the bed.
"Good, you're awake." She practically purred, looking up at him from under her eyelashes. With a smirk she lowered her head again, sucking his cock back into her mouth. He threw his head back against the pillow and gasped. She was killing him as she licked, sucked, and massaged his cock and balls.
"Tempest," he groaned, hands moving to tangle in her hair. He was too close to coming. Just before he did, she stopped. She raised herself over him moving to straddle his waist. When he gripped her hips, she positioned herself over his manhood and slowly impaled herself. Both gasped at the feeling. "Gods, you feel so good."
"Mm, so do you." She slowly lifted her hips up and down, setting the rhythm. He drifted his hands up to cup her breasts. At her moan he began to massage them, tugging at her hardened nipples. Soon she was grinding against him harder and faster. When she was close to her release he gripped the back of her neck, pulling her down to him.
He molded their lips together and she was lost. Her orgasm washed over her, blinding her. It felt so good to have her walls clamp around him, Alaric almost let himself go inside her. Quickly he pulled out just before his release shot from him and ended up covering his stomach. Tempest felt a deep disappointment at his action. She wanted to have him release inside her, know he was experiencing the same thing she was. She understood why he pulled out but sometimes it hurt. Panting she pulled back to look down at him, hiding her pain.
"That is a hell of a way to wake up." He murmured, running his thumb over her lower lip.
She smiled at him, drifting her hands down his chest until she encountered the evidence of his release. Coating her fingers with the mess she lifted them to her mouth and licked them clean, never taking her eyes off his. He groaned at the sight, hardening under her again. She blinked a few times before moving back down his body. He watched her as she cleaned his stomach. Her tongue on his flesh was setting him up for another round fast. And when she ran her fingers over his manhood he grabbed her, flipping her onto the bed. She gasped at the move and moaned when he rolled her onto her stomach and began to rub her core. He growled and covered her back, kissing her neck and spine as he dipped two fingers inside her.
He pumped them in and out until she was panting once again and close to her release. With a smirk he withdrew his fingers and mounted her. In one quick thrust he buried himself to the hilt. Tempest gasped, pushing back against him. He groaned and took her hard and fast. One hand on her hip and the other gripping her breast. When her release washed over her again he pulled her head back so he could claim her mouth, swallowing her cry. He pulled out again just before he lost control and rested his head between her shoulder blades, panting to control himself.
"Alaric?" Tempest whispered, looking at him over her shoulder with her eyes lidded and shinning with passion. She was so beautiful and he couldn't get enough of her.
Gently he rolled her onto her back and covered her body with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. As their tongues dueled he entered her once more. This time they moved slower, enjoying the feel of them united. She couldn't get enough of him; his smell, his taste, his feel. To get closer she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. When he took one of her breasts into his mouth she tossed her head back against the bed with a gasp.
"Tempest," he groaned as his pleasure built until once again he was close to release. He tried to pull out of her but she squeezed her legs tighter around him. He looked at her in shock.
"Please," she looked into his eyes, showing him exactly what she wanted, needed. He stopped for just a moment before claiming her mouth again and slamming into her. It took three more thrusts and they were both lost.
Alaric moaned, burring himself to the hilt and releasing inside her. He panted a few moments, trying to hold himself up before lowering his head to her shoulder. He knew what he did was risky but right now all he wanted was to hold her. He felt her run her fingers through his hair and he nuzzled his face into her skin before rolling onto his back. He pulled her with him and they laid like that for a long moment before they fell back to sleep.

Tempest woke in the morning to Alaric watching her, lying on his side so he could face her. His brown eyes stared down at her, swirling with a mix of emotions. She smiled and gently cupped his cheek. He returned her smile and kissed her palm. She could tell something was bothering him.
"What's wrong?" She whispered, rolling to her side.
He shook his head and kissed her. "Just thinking."
"About last night?" She guessed. She remembered what they had done, what she had asked of him. She knew what they had risked. The question was did she regret what they risked? Did he?
Alaric stared down into her bright green eyes, captivated at their beauty. He wasn't sure what he felt about last night. It had been wonderful, magical but he hadn't known what brought it on. "Yeah." He finally answered. "Are you alright?"
"Of course." She sat up, pulling the blanket up to cover her breasts. She looked over to the open window. The sun was just peaking over the horizon. She had a few hours before…
"Last night," his voice cut her thoughts off. "You seemed… focused. What happened?"
She blushed then sighed, recalling her dream. "Just a nightmare."
He frowned and watched her swing her legs off the bed, keeping the blanket around her. Her shoulders were tense as she sat there, something was wrong. "Tempest," he pulled her back against his body, holding her. "What's happened?"
"Just… a dream full of death." She looked down at her palm, and could still see the burn marks from before. Next she ran that hand through her shortened hair. She had no illusions about what was going to happen today. Her dream didn't help. "It felt so real. When I woke up and saw you sleeping, I…" She trailed off, her blush returning.
"I understand." And he did. If he had woken up from a dream where she had died he would have done the same thing. Including coming inside her, uncaring of the risk. Thankfully he'd been spared those dreams. He kissed her shoulder, rubbing his hands down her arms. "I understand."
They sat in silence for a long moment before she spoke again. "What are we going to do?"
"Fight and pray we win." His answer was grim, as if he felt the despair and weight of what awaited them in a little more than five hours' time.
Tempest gave a half smile and turned to kiss him. When he released her she stood and moved to the balcony doors, sheet wrapped firmly around her. She pulled back the transparent curtains and opened the doors, stepping out into the fresh morning air. An unmistakable calm seemed to be settled over the land. The calm before the storm. As she stared over the unburned and scorched areas she thought of her mother. The poor woman who had done so much for this world and had only wanted to be with the man she loved. The woman who was forced away from the things she truly loved.
The woman who was always destined to save Underland.
Tempest took a shaky breath, the wind gently blowing around her. She felt her tears trailing down her face but didn't care. Right now she really missed her mother. She wished she could go to her mother's room and crawl into her large bed like she had as a child. Whenever she was troubled and couldn't sleep she would seek her mother's room, curl up beside the woman, and let her sooth away her worries. One time in particular struck her memory. She had been fifteen and had a large fight with her aunt about how she acted. Temp had feared what Margaret had said about her being out of control and never being able to live up to her mother's status.
"Don't you listen to her." Alice spoke, running her hand through her daughter's long red hair. "You are your own person. Just because you look exactly like I do doesn't mean we are supposed to have the same life. You will make your own path in this world and in Underland. Just follow your heart and you will find your way. And if you get lost I will always be there to help. All you have to do is believe in yourself, Tempest."
Those words had help Tempest realize who she is and what she wanted to do. And right now they just gave her a plan. She hurried back into Alaric's bedroom and in front of the mirror. She looked at her reflection, especially her face. Her plan might work.
"Tempest, what's wrong?" Alaric came up behind her, already wearing his pants.
"We have to find your mother." Tempest rushed past him and to the door.
"Hold it!" He called, grabbing the sheet trail and pulled her to a stop. She turned with a raised eyebrow and blushed when he held up her panties. "You might want to put these and some other pieces of clothing on."
He laughed when she grumbled at him then hurried to help her find her cloths. Once they were fully dressed they hurried down to Mirana's rooms. The queen opened the door and frowned at the sight of them.
"What's wrong?" Mirana looked from her son to Tempest.
"I need to see the Oraculum." Tempest panted, considering that they ran there.
"Um, it's up in Absolem's rooms." Mirana looked back at Michael who joined her.
"Why do you need to see the Oraculum?" The king raised an eyebrow.
But Tempest was already heading for the wise butterfly's rooms. Alaric shook his head and answered his father's question. "She says she has a plan but won't tell me what it is."
"Then I suggest we follow her." Mirana giggled and shooed her son on.
As they rushed down the hall, Hatter nearly got trampled by Temp. He raised an eyebrow but followed the group. They climbed the stairs to the top landing, where Absolem's door met them. Before the redhead could touch it the door swung open and the group entered. The blue butterfly was perched on a large mushroom in his garden. It was strange how his room was a garden itself, just like the Mushroom Forest.
"Absolem!" Tempest called, drawing his attention from his hookah.
"Tempest?" Absolem looked up at them. "Shouldn't you all be preparing for a fight?" He took a long drawl of his colored smoke.
"I need to see the Oraculum." She swiped away at the smoke.
"Hm," he placed the hose down and fluttered up to her.
"Please, I have a plan but I have to see the Oraculum."
"Fine," he sighed and turned muttering. "Stubborn girl." He landed on the largest mushroom and unrolled the scroll.
Tempest moved up to the scroll to peer down at the image. It still hasn't changed; a woman with long wavy hair stood with her sword drawn while facing the new Jabberwocky. And once again you couldn't see the woman's face. But that wasn't what she was looking for.
"Your Majesty?" She called turning back to the others.
"Mirana." The White Queen automatically corrected. "What is it?"
"Do you have a potion that will grow hair?"
"Why would you want that?" Tarrant questioned moving to stand beside her.
Tempest pointed to the moving image on the Oraculum. "I was reminded of something that I always heard as a child."
"What was that?" Michael asked.
"That, if not for my red hair and green eyes, I'd be the exact replica of my mother." She grinned. "I mean, we have a few differences but essentially I look exactly like she did when she was my age."
"That's true." Mirana nodded. "Practically everyone you met thought you were Alice at first."
"Precisely," Tempest's grin grew. "And because of that we can trick Jack into thinking he was wrong. That the Oraculum depicted me not mom."
"But to do that you need your hair longer." Alaric finished her thought, a look of pain spreading across his face. No doubt he was blaming himself for the reason she had to have her hair cut.
She gave the prince a reassuring smile. "Yep. So do you have a potion or anything?"
"I'm not sure. I might be able to fix up a special blend of Upelkuchen specifically for hair but it will take a while to make." Mirana frowned. "Even then, there's no guarantee how much it will work or if it would even work at all."
"Well, I don't see any other option." The young redhead shrugged. "With the door destroyed there's no way for mom to get here."
"Then I'll just have to make sure the cake works." The queen's smile was determined and reassuring.
"I'll help, there might be something I can do." Michael volunteered.
"Then we should tell the knights the plan." Alaric added.
"I actually believe this plan may work." Absolem chuckled. "Perhaps you're not as stupid of a girl as I originally thought."
"Um, thanks." Tempest raised and eye brow then looked back at the Oraculum. "It's too bad we can't see her face."
"Why? Like you said, you and Alice look too much alike. Telling the difference would be really hard." Alaric pointed out.
"I know, but if we could just see her forehead then we'd know." She lifted up her hair on one side of her face to reveal a prominent scar along her forehead by her hair line. It was no longer then two inches yet it was a very light pink, standing out against her bright red hair.
Tarrant hissed and leaned in to inspect the scar. "How did you get this?"
"I fell out of a tree when I was seven." She shrugged. "My cousin Thomas slipped but I was able to catch him and pulled him back up. Then I lost my footing and fell. I've got a bigger cut from the branch I hit before landing on the ground across my back."
Alaric could defiantly vouch for that, as he'd seen it a few times. Not like he was going to say anything about that.
"If it hadn't been for the rain the night before and the wind I would have been seriously hurt." She finished, releasing her hair.
"The wind?" Michael questioned.
"Tempest has the ability to control the wind it seems." Tarrant answered with pride.
"Ah, an Elemental ability. Just like you and storms." The king nodded.
"Exactly."
"Yeah, so the rain had softened the ground and the wind slowed my fall and actually pushed me into a deep mud puddle. But I had still struck my back against a thick branch and cracked my head on another one. So I bear the scars, something mother doesn't have." Tempest explained.
"Of course that would make all the difference in knowing who that exactly is." Alaric stated. "But as we only see her back then we can't know for sure."
"But let's hope we can put enough doubt into Jack's mind that he backs off." Tempest hoped her plan would work. All she had to do was convince herself she could win.
"Right, now let's hurry and get ready. It's nearing the noon hour." Mirana clapped her hands and drifted out of the room, Michael on her heals.
"Come on, I'll help you get into the armor." Alaric offered Temp his hand and she took it, looking back at Hatter.
"You coming?"
"I'll be along in a second." The madman smiled.
"Alright. Thank you Absolem." Tempest bowed to the butterfly and let Alaric led her back down the stairs.
Tarrant waited until the two were a distance away before turning back to the Oraculum, focusing on the moving image.
"What are you thinking, Hatman?" Absolem floated over to him, perching on his shoulder.
"At first I thought it was in my head but now…" Hatter trailed off, running his fingers over the scroll.
"You're not making any sense, as per usual." The butterfly rolled his tiny eyes.
"Oh, sorry. It's just the woman in this image seems taller than my Alice. And she's holding the sword a little differently."
"So, Alice could have grown and improved her sword fighting."
"Yes, yes but this…" Hatter sighed. "I'm not convinced it's Alice."
"Are you saying that because you really believe it's not Alice or that you wish it was Tempest?" Absolem questioned before he floated back down to the scroll, taking a closer look.
"A bit of both I think, but mostly I truly believe this woman isn't Alice." Hatter tapped the picture and leaned closer.
For a long moment the two watched the young woman swing her sword back and forth as the Jabberwocky lunged at her. But then, on one lung in particular the woman dodged, turning slightly. A bit of her face was revealed when the imaginary wind blew back her long wavy locks. Both of them gasped at what they saw, looking from each other to the picture.
It really wasn't Alice who was to slay this Jabberwocky. It was Tempest!
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