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Down in the Underland	By : FlameWolf666 Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 8888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the book version or Tim Burton's version of Alice in Wonderland. This is just for fun and I make no profit from it.

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Warning!!!: Blood Play, Knife play, biting, slight non-con.

Chapter Three: Burning Up
Desperately trying to keep up, Alice stumbled while she trotted beside the almost running Hatter. Although she couldn't see his eyes due to his hat hiding them, she knew they were still that intense orange from before. His jaw was set and a muscle ticked occasionally in the taut cheek. With a hard yank, he pulled her into the courtyards; almost making her fall on the small stairway leading down. Trying mightily to no fall, she teetered down the stairs at a much too fast pace. Once her feet hit the white marble of the courtyard the ground began to shake. “Oh Bandy, not now,” she whispered, her eyes going wide with fear.
Hatter released her hand, tilting his hat back so his burning eyes were fully visible to the fast approaching Bandersnatch. “Don't hurt him!” Alice pleaded desperately, pulling on his green silk shirt sleeve. He only narrowed his eyes before palming one of his throwing knives. The huge creature came skidding to a stop only a few feet from them, almost seeming to sense that something was wrong. The huge canine-like creature bristled at the Hatter, his clouded blue eyes glaring at the man. The Hatter snarled at the beast, baring his teeth and stepping towards the creature.
The giant Bandersnatch growled low in its throat as the Hatter got closer. The Hatter began spewing harsh Outlandish at the beast, his violently orange eyes fixed on the monster. To Alice's amazement the beast's growls slowly quieted and Bandy even lowered himself to the ground. The striped beast rolled on his back, whimpering submissively. The hatter said more in Outlandish, using a less angry tone but still sounding firm. Bandy rolled back over in response, staying down to allow them to get on.
Before Alice could even ask what was going on, she found herself being picked up by the Hatter. The muscle in his jaw still ticking, he leapt onto the furry back of the Bandersnatch in one bound. Then the beast was running while the Hatter held her tight against his, his blazing eyes fixed on the blurred landscape. Alice also found herself staring ahead, a deep dread filling her. What was the madman holding her going to do with her once he got her to his home? From the looks of him it couldn't be good.
All too soon the huge beast beneath them skidded to a stop in a huge clearing. All around were burnt out husks of abandoned buildings as well as some crumbling stone towers. Bandy lowered himself, allowing the fuming Hatter to alight with Alice. Once on the ground, her once friend dumped her on the ground unceremoniously; not even offering his orange stained hand to help her up. Pushing against the dense, long grass, Alice managed to push herself to her feet. She didn't have much chance to steady herself as the Hatter grabbed her hand, yanking her after him as he stalked further into what used to be a town.
He pulled her past the burned out buildings and down an old road that was overgrown with many variants of plant life. Some of them even cheerfully greeted the Hatter as he strode past, dragging her behind him. Ignoring the greetings of the various flowers and trees around him, he pulled her forward until they reached the door of a rather ramshackle looking house. The roof sagged in places and didn't seem to sit on the building quite right. The walls of the house itself were deeply cracked and warped. Several windows were also broken. The wooden door hung drunkenly on its hinges, revealing a dark interior. Something about the house spoke of sadness, neglect and tragedy.
With a quiet growl the Hatter yanked her forward again, pulling her roughly into the house. The inside was much different than the dilapidated exterior. On the inside there was no sign of the damage the outside presented. It was well lit and homey, filled with colorful furniture. There were several rooms attached to the main room and a small set of stairs leading to a second floor. Without ceremony, the Hatter pulled her up the crooked steps and threw her into a bedroom before following her, shutting the door behind him. Alice jumped when she heard the door lock, trying to keep the panic welling inside of her under control. The Hatter's eyes almost glowed as he stalked toward her, his orange eyes fixed on her. “Ha... Tarrant...,” she whispered, fighting the urge to back away.
“Yaer mine naow and Ah'm gonna show you just how much yae've hurt us. Just how much we needed yae,” he growled, circling around her like a predator assessing its prey. Alice stood her ground, trying hard not to give away just how frightened she was. Her crazed friend smirked at her before moving to the front of her, grabbing fistfuls of her shirt and ripping it off her. Alice gasped at the sudden derobing, blushing a bit but not trying to cover her exposed flesh. She had an idea that if she tried the Hatter would punish her.
“Lovelay,” he murmured almost reverently, cupping her wrapping covered right breast.
Suddenly he had a throwing knife in his hand, cutting through the binding on her breasts. Her breasts were the perfect size, soft, white and tipped with pink nipples that were beginning to erect in the cold. The Hatter took in a ragged breath, brushing an orange stained thumb over a taut nipple. Alice couldn't help the small moan that left her lips at the action, her face going bright red with embarrassment. The Hatter growled low in his throat before throwing her unceremoniously onto the bed. “Don' begin t'think this is fer yaer pleasure. Nae, this is gonna hurt. Ah want yae t'feel even half the pain Ah've felt fer these past few years,” he growled, pulling off his fingerless gloves.
Alice's eyes went as wide as saucers at the declaration as well as the fact the Hatter was now beginning to undress in front of her. She couldn't stop her eyes from roaming over him as he pulled off his green silk shirt. He was lithe with light muscle tone with no hair on his pale chest. He prowled on top of her, baring his teeth at her. Suddenly there was something sharp under her chin, forcing it up. Alice's eyes widened as she realized it was the deadly throwing knife.
Tears began to seep from her brown eyes as fear began to flood her senses. The edge to the knife was just a breath away from cutting her throat. The crazed man lowered his face to her ear, his moist breath caressing the shell of her ear. “Open yaer legs yae slurvish slurim,” he growled. A jolt of fear shot through her as she complied to his wishes, slowly spreading her legs. Yet buried under that fear there was a thread of excitement that left her more than a little afraid of herself.
“Good gel,” he purred, pressing a hot kiss to her neck before positioning his half clothed body between her pants covered legs. With a soft growl against her neck he rubbed his still clothed erection against her covered core. Despite herself, Alice's body arched as she let out a soft whimper.
The crazed Hatter pulled back removing the blade from her throat, his orange eyes burning into her. “Yae want mae,” he whispered, a slight edge of wonder slipping into his voice. His eyes flickered briefly back to green for just a second before returning to the heated orange.
“Nae matter. That won' change a thing,” he snarled, pulling his purple pants off. Alice's shocked brown eyes immediately flew to his erection. It was seven inches long, uncircumcised and standing proudly from a forest of bright orange pubes. A small bead of whitish fluid oozed from the opening in the tip.
The unfastening and yanking off of her pants and underwear brought her out of her musings. She couldn't help but try to curl up to try to hide her suddenly exposed body, earning a vicious growl from the Hatter. She found herself pinned with her thin arms held above her head in a crushing grip. A sudden, burning pain brought her attention to a small cut the Hatter had just made in her porcelain skin. With horrified eyes, she watched as he licked up the small trickle of blood.
An unexpected jolt of arousal shot through her at the action, making her shudder with want as well as horror. What was wrong with her?! This shouldn't be turning her on! Right? A deep chuckle broke her thoughts, bringing her attention to the Hatter's blazing orange eyes. “I kin smell yaer want mah lil' slurim,” he purred, pressing the tip of his member against her surprisingly wet entrance. Another burning pain wrenched an unwanted moan from her lips as he cut her again, lapping at the blood with his hot tongue.
“Yaer blood tastes so sweet mah slurim,” he groaned, cutting her breast shallowly and lapping at the cut. Alice shuddered at the cuts, an odd heat beginning to coil in her gut. Each new cut brought a new moan from her lips as the heat tightened inside her.
Suddenly he was biting into a sensitive nipple, forcing a strangled scream of pain from her lips. Blood trickled from the wound as he sucked on it, while she shuddered from pain as well as rising arousal. She found herself gasping the man's name, begging for more. Through her haze of lust she idly wondered if her wanting this made her a monster.
The Hatter removed his teeth from her still oozing wound, licking his blood covered lips. Crimson had begun to edge into his vision as his pale chest heaved. His gloved hands grasped her pale hips, pulling them apart and lifting them as he positioned his throbbing member at her weeping entrance. “Heaven help yae if yae aren' intact,” he hissed, rubbing his oozing tip against her moist lips.
“Ha- Tarrant! Please! Not like this!” she whispered, tears rolling down her pale cheeks. She had so many fantasies about her first time, all of them with the Hatter. Each of them had been romantic and loving, nothing like what was happening now.
“Ah'll no' be denied wha's mine,” he snarled, shoving the blade under her chin. His burning eyes fixed firmly on her brown eyes, sliding his heated flesh into her tight core. He stopped just short of breaking through her thin barrier.
“Tarrant please!” she pleaded, not struggling for fear of the sharp blade on her throat.
The Hatter stiffened for a moment before thrusting forward, taking the gift she would have given him under different circumstances. All motion stopped as pained tears slid from Alice's shut eyes. A soft brush under her eyes made her snap her eyes open and the sight that greeted her made her gasp. The Hatter, her Hatter, stared at her sadly through vibrant green eyes. “Oh Alice what have I done,” he whispered, pain filling his voice as he pulled his now flaccid member from her.
The knife was thrown away as the Hatter quickly dressed himself, tossing her her pants and bloomers. “I'll go get you a shirt and some chest binding,” the now sane hatter lisped quietly, avoiding looking at her. Alice pulled the cover of the bed up to her chin to cover herself, pained tears still slipping down her cheeks. The orange haired hatter scampered out of the room, his gaze firmly fixed on the wooden floor.
Suddenly alone, the recent events finally hit Alice like a ton of bricks. She broke down into harsh sobs, trying to ignore the throbbing from her recently taken virginity. Sorrow as well as fear filled her. Would the Hatter slip back into that other persona? Could she ever fully be safe with him again? Did she deserve this for making him like this in the first place? The questions whirling in her head made her sick to her very soul as she continued to sob. It wasn't just for her lost virginity that she cried but also for her friend. Knowing the Hatter, this had to have hurt him deeply.
The soft feeling of clothes being draped over her blanket covered knees startled her, making her raise her tear covered face. The Hatter flinched back from her pain filled gaze, looking as if he had been punched in the stomach. “Oh Alice,” he whispered, sorrow and guilt filling his features. His fingerless gloved hands twitched as if he wanted to comfort her. Wiping the tears from her cheeks, Alice picked up the shirt; watching as her once friend turned his back to give her privacy. With shaky hands, she bound her breasts, wincing at the slightly bleeding bite wound on her breast.
“Ha- Tarr... I... need you to look at something,” she whispered, avoiding looking at him.
“My real name is Tarrant Alice but the name has soured for me. Just call me Hatter please. What do you need me to look at,” he whispered, his voice oddly thick.
“Y-you... well... you bit me. Pretty bad,” she whispered, still unable to look at him.
The purple clad man drew in a hiss of breath as he turned slowly to face her. Blushing, Alice uncovered her wounded right breast. This drew another disturbed hiss from the Hatter. “I'll get some supplies,” he replied softly before he went into the attached bathroom. Alice kept her gaze fixed on the purple blanket that puddled in her lap, her hands twitching sporadically. What would happen now? She knew the Hatter hadn't been himself when he had taken her virginity. Could she forgive him for it? As she looked up to see the concerned, guilt ridden man coming back in with his arms full of medical supplies she found that she could. This was her friend, her friend that wanted to fix what his madness had done to her.
The shaking man sat as close to her as he dared, his green eyes fixed on the oozing wound around her areola. With achingly gentle, orange stained hands, the milliner grasped her wounded breast and began to wipe the blood away with a wet cloth. Alice drew in a hiss of pain through clenched teeth, unable to stop a quiet whimper from escaping her lips. “I'm so sorry for hurting you more Alice. It'll be over soon,” came a quiet, tear-filled lisp.
Once the wound was cleaned of blood, the Hatter poured some odd fluid on another cloth. “This'll sting a bit,” he warned apologetically, waiting for her permission to continue.
“O-okay,” she whispered, blushing a bit more. How sad and guilty he sounded made her want to wrap him in a hug. She wanted to assure him that she forgave him. Before she could open her mouth to say just that, he gently pressed the fluid soaked cloth onto her wound. A shock of pain jolts from the cloth, making her bite her lip in pain.
“It'll help keep it from getting infected,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her uninjured flesh as if in apology.
“Th-thank you,” she replied quietly.
“Yae shouldn' bae thankin' mae,” came a soft brogue, making a prickle of fear scamper up her spine.
“Donnae fear. I willnae harm yae agin. I le' anger cloud mae,” came the whispered brogue. Despite the fear thumping in her chest, Alice found herself reaching for the distraught sounding man. Her small, pale hand rested in his wild orange locks gently.
Startled, the Hatter's head shot up; his eyes fading from burning orange to feral green. “Alice?” he lisped unsurely, his hand twitching on the cloth on her wound.
“I forgive you Hatter. Can you forgive me for breaking you to that point?” she whispered, locking her eyes with his.
Gently, almost reverently, he grasped the hand on his head; bringing it down to cup his pale cheek. “Of course Alice. I promise I won't abuse this second chance,” he vowed softly, a rim of orange surrounding his eyes to let her know his other half was making the same vow. Alice smiled softly, pulling her hand from his gentle grip. Then he returned to dressing her wound, making small noises of displeasure. Once the wound had been fully dressed the Hatter stood to his feet, looking as if he had no idea what to do next.
“I should go before I do anything else,” he whispered in an unsteady voice, clenching and unclenching his hands.
“Y-you don't have to,” came her whispered reply, to the surprise of them both.
“I do lass. We've tasted yaer blood. It'll be much harder ta control the madness aroun' yae. I already crave anotha taste o'ya,” came a hissed brogue as he focused his gaze on the floorboards, his hands now clenched in tight fists.
Alice felt a thrill of fear as well as a small wave of arousal rush through her. The Hatter's nostril's flared as he raised his head with closed eyes. He seemed to be savoring an errant scent in the air. With a bright blush, Alice realized it must be her. His bruised looking eyelids shot open, revealing blazing orange eyes edging on becoming crimson. The air in the room snapped with danger and lust as the now crazed man began to stalk towards her.
She sucked in a shuddering breath as he crawled over top of her for the second time that day, his sunset eyes burning into her. With a soft growl he burrowed his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. Gently, he licked her neck where her pulse was racing, letting out a soft purr with each slow, agonizing pass of his heated tongue. Alice found herself moaning softly in response, her small hands coming to rest on top of his jacket covered back. This earned a growl of appreciation as well as a gentle nip on her neck.
Alice arched up, moaning a bit louder; her blunt nails scratching for purchase on the rough material of his jacket. The Hatter growled deeper, wrapping his arms around her and holding her small body close. He grazed her neck gently with his sharp teeth, occasionally nipping gently. Each nip drew a moan from Alice as she felt a familiar warmth beginning to tighten in her womb again. “Aliiiiice,” the Hatter hissed against her neck.
Suddenly his fingers were twitching on her back and he was laying her down gently. His chest was heaving as his eyes cycled from the sunset color to orange to green over and over. His entire body shook uncontrollably as he desperately tried to regain control. Concern all over her face, Alice sat up to reach for her struggling friend. “Nae gel! If yae touch mae righ' now there'll be nae stoppin',” he growled, his voice shaking.
“What if I don't want you to stop?” she found herself purring, to her mortification. To her further embarrassment she found the statement to be true. Something inside her body didn't want the Hatter to stop now, no matter how much he would hurt her.
The distraught milliner twitched at her words, his eyes edging almost fully to crimson for a few seconds. “D-donnae say such things,” he pleaded in a rough brogue, every muscle in his body shaking, “Yae donnae know wha' Ah'll do ta yae.”
“I don't care Hatter. I've spent years wanting your touch, dreaming of making love to you,” she purred, letting her lust for the man before her cloud her mind. Years of frustration, of yearning were finally coming to a head.
Suddenly he was on top of her, his mouth capturing hers in a bruising kiss. His hands were all over her, grasping her breasts and squeezing the uninjured one gently. Now panting harshly as he broke the kiss, the now crimson eyed man pulled her into a sitting position. Then he ripped off her shirt again, revealing her freshly bound breasts. Growling low in his throat, the Hatter slid a throwing knife under the material; deftly cutting it off.
Alice blushed, avoiding his burning gaze as his crimson eyes raked possessively over her form. A firm hand under her chin turned her head to face him as his eyes met hers. “Yaer lovelay. Nevar bae ashamed o'yaer body my gel, my Alice,” he purred before capturing her lips in another heated kiss. His tongue gently licked at her lips, asking for entrance. Alice opened her mouth allowing his tongue to plunge into her mouth, moaning as his tongue caressed hers lovingly.
A brush of a rough thumb on her unbandaged nipple drew a gasp from Alice, her hands clenching in his jacket. Chuckling into her mouth, he brushed the sensitive flesh again; dragging a loud moan from her. “H-hatter,” she gasped, her body feeling oddly hot and tingly. The coil of heat was unbearably tight within her womb and she was unsure of how to satisfy to strange urges she felt.
“Mmmm Alice,” he murmured softly against her lips before breaking the kiss. To her disappointment he removed his hands from her as he sat up. Afraid he was going to stop, she found whimpered pleas coming from her lips as she reached for him. “Please don't stop! I want this! Please,” she keened, desperation edging into her voice. Two gentle fingers on her lips stopped her pleas as his burning crimson eyes bored into hers.
“Donnae mistake mae, my gel. Ah'll no' bae stoppin'. Ah'm jest removin' some o'mae clothes. Now nae more beggin' or Ah'll nae last long enough ta enjoy yae,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Alice found herself licking his fingertips gently, drawing a deep growl from the Hatter. Gently, she took the tip of one of his slender, mercury stained fingers into her mouth and began to suck. The Hatter groaned, his free hand fumbling with his jacket buttons while her soft tongue wrapped around his index finger. Reluctantly, he pulled the appendage from her mouth with a pop; a shudder running through his frame. “Mae Alice, yae will be the death o'mae,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he removed his jacket and shirt.
While he fumbled with his purple pants, Alice found herself removing her own pants and bloomers. Shyly, she pulled them off; fighting the urge to shield herself from his burning gaze. His gaze almost felt like fire on her skin as his gaze raked over her form. “Like an angel,” he purred, tilting her chin up and giving her a soft kiss. Now nude, he pressed the head of his member against her slick folds and rubbed. Both groaned in unison, Alice's small hands scratching his back with her blunt nails. His breathing roughened as the kiss became deeper, his hand moving from her chin to cup her cheek. Again he rubbed her slick core with the head of his arousal.
Moaning into his mouth, Alice arched up and tried to press herself onto his throbbing manhood. Her body fairly screamed for something, anything to happen. The Hatter growled against her lips, pulling his hips back so his member was no longer against her slit. “Don' bae naughty now Alice. I want ta take mah time wi' yae,” he admonished in a rough voice, his blazing eyes locking with hers.
“Oh please!” she whimpered, arching her body into his heat; her nails raking down his back. The Hatter shuddered against her, growling low in his throat.
“Alice, Ah'm warnin' yae, donnae do that agin,” he hissed, resting his lips against her racing pulse. Alice whimpered in response but stilled, panting loudly as the Hatter rested the head of his member against her opening again.
She felt on the edge of something powerful, her whole body tingled as each touch set her nerves on fire. Her body ached and felt unbearably empty. She wanted something, something she wasn't familiar with but knew she would die without. Pleas for him to end this pleasurable suffering teetered on her lips as he nibbled her neck while rubbing himself along her weeping entrance. His hands moved from her sides to her legs as he lifted and separated them.
Sitting up the Hatter looked down at her with burgundy eyes, pressing the head of himself slightly into her before stopping. He looked at her, as if waiting for permission. Alice whimpered in response, managing a weak nod and her chest heaved. Slowly he slid into her, drawing a gasp of pain as well as pleasure from Alice's lips. He stilled inside of her, panting against her neck as he waited for her to adjust.
After a few moments Alice whimpered and arched into him, desperate for him to move. She got her wish as he began a slow, gentle rhythm. The Hatter sat up slightly holding her hips with one hand and a throwing knife in the other. A thrill of fear shot through her fog of arousal as her eyes caught the glint of the blade. She felt a slight burn as he made a fresh wound in her chest, licking the wounded flesh with his hot tongue. Stars filled Alice's vision as a wholly unexpected rush of arousal came from the action.
The Hatter grunted against her skin, his thrusts becoming sporadic for a few seconds before normalizing again. Another burning pains licked across her flesh as he opened another wound, licking at it slowly. Alice moaned loudly arching into the trusting milliner, her nails raking trails of shallow cuts down his back. Stiffening and stilling for a few seconds, he rested his mouth against her neck as he struggled with himself. “Ah won' bae able ta last mae Alice,” he whispered, almost apologetically.
Then he began thrusting anew, his strokes having an almost desperate quality. His breath fanned hotly over her neck as he panted against it. Alice, meanwhile, felt as if her whole body was on fire. The heat inside her was about to snap and she found herself afraid of what was coming. With a moan that was almost a scream Alice called out, “Tarrant!” as her world exploded.
As her walls clenched around him, the Hatter simply found it too much. As she screamed his name, he bit into her neck, HARD. Then he went stiff as he spilled his seed into her pulsing passage. Licking the blood from the wound on her neck, the Hatter rolled rest beside her. The wound on her neck was already fading to his amazement. Was it possible? Shaking himself, the Hatter came back to himself as he held a sleeping Alice to him. Could she really be?
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