#stayne and alicia

[skylarstark4826]

Alice gingerly gripped the bandersnatch eye as she stormed down the corridor. After her first parley with the drooling beast she knew it would work to satiate him. Such were her thoughts as she stepped down the halls of the Red Queen's castle. Suddenly she heard the rhythmic drum of a soldier's boots behind her, she recalled the sound from the streets of her hometown in England, where the soldiers often took leave. She had been accosted by more than one, but their advances never got past some drunken catcalls and at worst a half-hearted grope. Tonight she was in for much worse.

She hid the eye behind her back as she felt the man approach behind her. She was pinned to the smooth marble wall as her assailant turned to face her. One eye of piercing blue fire bore into her soul. Stayne. She recalled this selfsame gaze in the throne room. Her face froze into a mask of terror. She inhaled sharply as he parted his slim lips to speak.

" I like you Um." His breath smelled like cloves and red wine. "I like, largenesss." His eyes widened as he delivered this line, he drew himself closer. Alice stood memorized for an instant before she felt his pelvis connect with hers. Even through her many layers of curtain and his leather greaves, she felt a telltale bulge.

"Get away from me!" She cast off his arm, running down the corridor. She checked over her shoulder to make sure he did not give chase. As she turned to run the corner, Ilosovic Stayne drew his sword and threw it overhand down the hall. It flew like an arrow, embedding itself through the side of Alice's dress and into the wall. She was now in a full panic. She turned, frantically grasping at the hilt of the blade. Desperately trying to wrench it from the wooden beam it had sunk into. She was not fast enough. His body hit her with the force of a freight train, pinning her against the wall and trapping her entirely. She felt him pull the sword from the wall with one easy motion and throw it clattering to the floor.

"You shouldn't have runnn, Um…" he spoke now with a manic cackle in his voice. She could feel his lips brushing her ear. Shivers ran the course of her spine. " I could have made it easy." Oh no. "But you made me angry." Her mind raced. "Now you pay the price." She nearly fainted with fear. She felt him press himself against her back. He drew a knife from his belt and held it against her throat. The blade traced a path around her neck and down, the back of the dress, cleaving it in two from her neck to the floor. The garment fell to the floor. In their rush to clothe her, the Queen's attendants had neglected to make her any undergarments. She stood naked in the hallway, Stayne, holding her against the cold marble wall, knowing exactly what was to follow.

"Please don't."

"Beg." He whispered.

"What?" she cried

"BEG." His roar brought her more tears. She fell into hysterics. He took a pair of handcuffs from his belt and slung them over a torch bracket on the wall. The cuffs were obviously made for a normal sized person and the steel cut into her wrists, sending minute trails of blood down her pale arms. Stayne stepped back, removing his armor and cape, then his belt, shirt and finally his boots and trousers. Alice contorted herself to see what was happening and instantly wished she hadn't. She caught a glimpse of Stayne's cock. It was a stunning ten inches. The thought of having it inside her made her hurt already. The pain was not imaginary for long. Starbursts of light crossed her vision as he grasped her shoulders and forcibly entered her pussy in the same motion. She nearly blacked out from the pain. Her hair was nearly wrenched from her skull as he twisted her head and planted a heated kiss on her lips. His demanding tongue probed past her lips and down her throat as her other hand groped her pale breasts. He continually pumped her from behind. With every stroke her pain became pleasure. Her mind went blank and a sort of madness overtook her. She forced herself back into him whenever he pushed and soon they were moving in a rhythm. Stayne groaned into their kiss. He appreciated her response but he could not allow her to enjoy this…

He removed himself from her swollen cunt. She groaned and panted, a look of pleading in her eyes. Stayne smiled as her forced her face against the wall and positioned his dick at the entrance to her little pink asshole. Her eyes widened once again with fear. He ground his hips against her for a moment before forcing himself inside. She was so tight, he could force himself all the way in on the first try. He frowned and gripped her shoulders, sinking his full ten inches inside. Tears of pure pain ran down her face and breasts. This drove stayne into a frenzy. It was not long before he was ready to come. But he could not, her punishment was not over. He pulled out of her, eliciting a sigh from the girl.

He reached up and unhooked her cuffs from the bracket. Throwing her to the ground, he crawled on top of her and began kissing her breasts. Her toes curled and she sighed with abject lust. Pain and pleasure mixed in madness as her fingers dug deep grooves into the carpet. He kissed her chest, then her stomach, his long, dark hair trialing over her torso and obscuring his actions from view. She craned her neck to see what was going on, a sharp burst of pleasure told her exactly what he was doing. Stayne made long slow licks over her swollen pussy. Lashing his tongue across her lips and sinking it in between them. He twirled it around her clit as he forced three fingers into her hole. She screamed in ecstasy and arched her back as she came. He continued regardless, fingering and licking, his long tongue making slow circles.

She dug her fingers into his hair, forcing his face deeper into her throbbing heat. He came up for air and their eyes met. He leaned in an she tasted herself on his lips. It was her turn to take charge. She rose to a sitting position, a look of confusion crossing Stayne's face. Before he could utter a word, Alice forced him onto his back. She planted her own kiss on his thin lips and gripped his shaft. She slowly stroked him as they held their liplock. Stayne emitted a groan through the kiss. Alice smirked and lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock. She encircled the tip with her tongue before swallowing it whole. She nearly gagged but held on, she moved her mouth back up to a more comfortable height and began stroking him again with her hand. She swirled his dick around her mouth, moving her head up and down in sync with her hand. She could tell he would not last much longer.

"Not so fast knave." She rose and held her pussy directly above his throbbing member. "Beg" He did.

"I. Like. Largenesss."

She dropped herself onto his shaft, riding him like a stallion. Grinding her hips into his cock, she was in charge. She threw her head back as she bounced up and down on top of her assailant. He knew he had lost control of the encounter and he couldn't care less. Her breasts bounced and swayed with the rhythm of her bucking hips. she could feel a climax building in his groin, her own orgasm seconds away. Later she looked back and wondered how nobody heard their simultaneous screams. They came together, him shooting what seemed like gallons of thick cum into her cunt. Alice felt wave after wave of the climax washing over her. She fainted in that moment and dropped onto the knave's chest. Stayne stood up, carried her to her dress where it lay and wrapped her in it. He carried her to his room and lay her on his bed. She smiled as she slept and he couldn't help a grin of his own. He dressed himself in nightclothes and crawled in next to her. She snuggled up to him and whispered into his ear, " You're mad Stayne, and all the best people are."

[luisyonusg]

Crispin Hellion Glover es un actor de cine, pintor, cineasta, escritor, músico, coleccionista de objetos y archivista de esotérica estadounidense. Glover es conocido por interpretar a George McFly en Back to the Future (1985), a Creepy Thin Man en la adaptación de Los ángeles de Charlie (2000), Willard Stiles en Willard (2003) y a Ilosovic Stayne, la Sota de Corazones, en la película de 2010 Alicia en el país de las maravillas. A finales de los años 1980, Glover cre�� su propia empresa editorial, convertida en los años 1990 también en productora cinematográfica, Volcanic Eruptions.

[violetrose-art]

I also wanted to ask you if you could make an Alicia fic with stayne, please??

I don't do writing requests

[skylarstark4826]

It was official, the Jabberwocky was dead and so was the Red Queen, killed in battle. Last night her body was burned in celebration. Alice even saw a smile of triumph on Mirana's face as the fire danced across it. There was something missing though and Alice couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Ilosovic Stayne, the Knave. That's what it was. Alice wondered where he could be hiding. Surely a Knave such as himself wouldn't miss such a grand ball like the one in progress. Alice was told that Stayne was a double spy, a slave to the Red Queen while working for the White Queen undercover. This brought relief to the young woman as she had always fancied the Knave. And she was almost positive he felt the same way about her.

These suspicions were confirmed almost immediately when she felt someone firmly grasp her arm and pull her into an abandoned hallway. Everything was dark despite all objects being white. Alice didn't need light to know who it was that had tugged her out of the party.

"Follow me." said the rough voice that could only belong to Ilosovic. Alice smirked, my pleasure, she thought to herself. His hands weren't gloved, she noticed, loving the feel of his skin making contact with hers. A feel of desire was emitted. Alice wanted more, needed more. No, she scolded herself, we must take things slowly.

Stayne had led her into a large guest room. Excitement hung in the air. This room was no doubt sound proof. All the better, things were almost too wonderful for Alice to contain her joy and lust. The Knave stopped short and turned to Alice.

"I've noticed certain changes in you Alice." He admitted. Alice tried to hold onto her innocence.

"You have?" she squeaked, but the Knave was not one to be fooled so easily.

"Yes I have and I must say I quite like them." He placed his hands on her shoulders as he spoke seductively. "You have feelings for me Alice. Certain feelings, do you deny this?"

She was almost too afraid to answer. Would he think her a whore or slut if she said yes? She said yes anyways. When she did so, Stayne slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Alice gave a small, sharp intake of breath, giving satisfaction to Stayne. If he could make her feel this way just by sliding off her straps, imagine what would happen if he took things a little further.

He whispered in her ear, "Do you want me?" in a tone so seductive, Alice could've just melted into a puddle. She did not melt; however, she started feeling this strange sensation between her legs. It was something she's experienced before, and it increased her urge to be with Stayne. She moaned in response to his question and that was all he needed.

He lifted his hands off Alice and let the dress fall down freely. To the Knave's dismay, Alice decided to wear her stockings and corset. Within the next second, Alice felt a slight pressure on her lips. It was the Knave, kissing her gently, stroking her cheek with his index finger. He placed his hands on her back and she felt him undoing her corset. Each breath became easier as each lace came untied. Then, her corset fell as Stayne pulled down her stockings as well, revealing the girl and all her secrets. For some reason, Alice was not embarrassed. She actually felt comfortable being in front of Stayne. If only the Hatter were to hear of this, she would taunt him endlessly, how's this for muchness? She asked the imaginary Hatter in her head.

Stayne caressed her face once more, his kiss become more passionate. Alice almost squealed in delight when his tongue broke into her mouth. His strokes lowered, tracing her body and going lower still until he was sliding it up and down on the inside of her thigh. The sensation between the young woman's legs grew, begging for more.

"Get on the bed." He growled softly in her ear. She was only too glad to obey.

Once she was on the bed, he began taking most of his tuxedo off, leaving only his shirt and trousers. He began stroking her inner thigh again. Alice almost shouted at him for being such a tease. She was about to when his fingers finally traced their way to her tingly womanhood. She gasped again out of pleasure. Feelings she never knew existed were spreading throughout her body.

"You like that don't you?" She nodded eagerly. She needed more, and she needed it desperately. Stayne began frenching her again. Deciding she wanted to please Stayne just as much, she began fighting for dominance. Stayne was impressed by it and fought back. Their tongues swirled and danced together. He then moved his hand to her breast. Stayne removed his mouth and placed it on her breast as well. He showered it with light kisses. He made sure Alice was on the brink of insanity until he finally took it in his mouth and sucked on it good and hard, giving her a dark love bite.

Stayne played with her hard nipple, his tongue moving over it smoothly, earning him a moan of satisfaction from the blonde he was tormenting. "More please more," she begged. Grinning, he obliged, gliding his tongue down her sweet body. Alice's eyes widened in surprise when he reached her wet center. Pleasure beyond her belief was felt.

His skilled tongue played with Alice's swollen clit. She was coming close to her peak of ecstasy, he could tell. He moved his tongue down her tight opening and entered, making sure he licked every part of her. Stayne began playing with her clit using his fingers as he licked her. Just as she was about to come, he pulled away. She groaned in frustration. "You bloody tease."

"Trust me; this will make up for it." He said as he began unbuttoning his cotton shirt. Seeing what he was doing, Alice reached forward and began helping him, unbuttoning from the bottom up as he did from the top down. When the shirt business was done, Alice had moved onto unbuttoning his trousers. She had noticed the slight erection. Much to her delight, the trousers slipped off with ease.

Before Alice knew it, Ilosovic was completely unclothed. She let her eyes wander around his body, traveling all the way to his cock and took a sharp intake of breath when she saw it. He reached down and started caressing her face and hair. Without any warning, Alice took Stayne's member in her hand and began toying with it. The gleam in his eye when she flicked her thumb over his tip was one she would not forget.

Alice pushed away Stayne's hand and moved to his member, tracing the outline with her tongue.

"Oh god Alice." He moaned. She smiled and took him in her mouth, lightly scraping her teeth down his shaft, her tongue swirling around him. When Stayne's body tensed up as his climax approached, Alice pulled away.

"Now who's the bloody tease?" he growled, but Alice just gave him a malicious smile, slightly panting. Deciding it was best to keep playing the game, Stayne continued messing with her. His mouth returned to her breast and his fingers fooling around with her clit once more.

"Stayne…in…me…now." She commanded him, and he willingly obeyed. He placed his member at her entrance, fully aware that what he was about to do with her would be painful. Alice saw the look of concern in his face. "Just do it." She told him and he pushed into her.

A sharp intake of breath from pain was heard from Alice and the guilt made it difficult for Stayne to continue this passionate love-making. But eventually he was able to compose himself and he began pulling out of her, only to push back in. Stayne repeated this process, feeling pleasure spreading throughout his body, and so did Alice.

Alice never thought such amazing feelings could have existed. "Oh Stayne…oh god…great." She panted, her hips moving in rhythm with her lover.

"Alice…sweet Alice…I bloody love you…" Stayne didn't know how much longer he could last. No, he needed to hold on for Alice.

"Stayne oh, oh…God STAYNE!" Her climax was an amazing one, her body shaking from the intensity of it. Stayne had his climax not long afterwards.

"ALICE!" He screamed and he filled Alice to the brim. The warm fluid gave Alice wonderful sensations. Much to his displeasure and hers as well, Stayne pulled out of her. Both of their chests were rising up and down, breathing heavily. She turned over on her side and he lay next to her on his side too, placing his arms around her, kissing and nipping at her neck.

"Alice, dear Alice." He murmured. "I will in no way let you go." He promised. Alice felt bread-and-butterflies batting their wings in her stomach.

"And I will never let you."

[skylarstark4826]

The moon was shining bright as the last servants took off to bed. The White Queen was already fast asleep, and so were most of her guests. Alice had waited with going to bed till the very last. And now that she was lying on top of the white bed she felt restless.

Mirana had done something unexpected. She had thrown another party and McTwisp had led Alice back to Underland to be one of the guests. After all, what's a party without the champion?

Alice sighed and turned onto her side to stare out of the window and into the dark sky of the night.

Mirana having a party wasn't such a strange thing.

She studied the moon very carefully.

The reason for the party had been unexpected. Mirana, the fabulous White Queen, had decided to pardon the Knave of Hearts.

Stayne.

Alice grabbed her pillow and restlessly turned about again. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. 'Go to sleep, Alice.' Her own voice echoed in her head.

"Go and sleep." She muttered to herself.

A sound near her door caught her attention and she sat up straight in her bed. Her hand run up into her hair as she listened. No other sound reached her and she lay back again against the soft mattress. She whimpered sadly.

"Stupid Stayne." She muttered under her breath as she turned once more and nuzzled her blankets. Each time she closed her eyes she saw him. His face. Laughing like he had at the party. He had seemed so carefree that she had been unable to take her eyes off of him. And every time she had watched him he had been staring back at her. His dark eye silently fixed upon her frame. It made her shiver just to think of it. Now she had her eyes closed and saw him again. He was so tall and masculine. And his scent. His scent? She frowned.

She had no idea what attracted her to him. Wait! Attracted?

She turned once more and grumped audibly. The throbbing feeling between her legs had started at the party and hadn't ceased ever since. Being the innocent little Victorian girl she was, she had no idea what had caused the feeling or how to get rid of it. So she turned again and moved her legs upwards, smoothly curling herself into a ball. She was panting rapidly yet breathing seemed hard to her.

She could see Stayne looking back at her like he had at the party and the warm sensation between her legs increased. She licked her dry lips as she imagined the knave walking up to her and pushing her against a wall. She imagined him; He's kissing her gently on her lips, cheeks and chin and now even down her neck. Alice gasped at the mental images and squirmed in her bed.

"Stayne." She whispered. Her voice being filled with lust as she arched her back. He was now stroking his hand past the soft flesh of her thigh before pressing himself closer to her. She could feel how his hands moved down to her core and how he slowly rubbed his fingers past the heated skin there. She moaned again and threw her head back.

She cursed the knave inwardly for giving her these feelings. Still hot and flushed she sat up on the bed again and tried to tidy her messy curls. Another creak came from the door which she decided to ignore as she once more licked her dry lips.

The warm tingling sensation still held in her lower abdomen and between her legs, causing her to sigh in annoyance.

Alice contemplated for a moment what to do. She couldn't sleep and didn't felt like sleeping either.

'Not with that man on my mind.' She thought and blushed. 'That stupid knave.'

She wondered if anyone in the castle would still be awake and walked over to her door. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she'd meet the dormouse or one of the ladies who worked in the kitchen. If so she could have a little chat. And perhaps she could fetch herself a glass of water as well. She slowly turned the knob and peeked around the door.

No one was to be seen.

The hall was dimly lit and deserted. She quickly closed the door behind her and started to walk silently down the corridors. She had expected to feel a cool breeze when she passed a window but she found she'd been wrong. As she continued, clad only in her nightgown, she passed a hallway that lead to the room of the knave and stopped in her tracks. The image of the knave leaning close to her, the imaginary feel of his breath tickling her skin and his hand brushing past her flesh made her aware of the aching between her legs. She knew it would be unwise to enter the hallway but somehow she wanted to take the risk as she started tip-toeing towards Stayne's door. She wondered if he'd still be awake after all the party's turmoil. She licked her dry lips again and, while scanning the hallway cautiously, managed to reach his door without making a sound.

Now that she stood in front of his door she could feel the warmness inside of her increasing again. She placed one hand against the wooden frame of the door and waited for something to happen. Anything. But nothing happened and she sighed softly.

Alice looked around her again and leaned closer to the door until she could place her ear against the wood. She wanted him to break her dreams. She wanted him to awake her from her mad fantasies. And somewhere she had to admit that she just wanted him to be near. With her ear still pressed against the wood of the door she listened carefully. But no sound met her ears and after a while she gave up. She shifted on her feet because her position made her feel tired. However, to know that she was so near to him made her feel strangely glad, and she happily placed her other ear against the door. No sound, just like she had expected. 'He must be asleep.'

Alice closed her eyes and smiled. She was near to him. After all this time she was as near as she could get to the knave. And it made her feel happy.

Another moment of silence.

Suddenly the door swung open and she lost her balance, tripped, and could feel herself falling forward into the knave's room. He was looking down upon her with a smile, but had kneeled down within an instant to place a gloved finger on her lips to silence her. "Hush, Alice." He helped her up before giving her a slight push further into the room so he could close the door.

Alice could hear the soft thud as the door closed and looked at the knave in surprise. Her cheeks turned a bright red colour again at the knowledge of being caught. She quickly smoothed her nightgown and waited for him to return to her side. His gaze burned down on her and she could feel warmth radiating from his body.

Stayne, his mind a raging battlefield, could not stand the urge any longer. He suddenly bent forward to her and pressed his lips against hers, catching her by surprise. She blinked confused and, when he finally broke the kiss, she looked up at him innocently. Why did he just do that?

He took a step back from her and smirked.

"So," he finally murmured in an amused and low voice, "You thought you could just spy on me." Alice opened her mouth to deny but he cut her short. "I'm not your enemy anymore, Alice."

He smirked at her and she could feel her knees turning into jelly under his gaze. Seeing that the girl in front of him was unable to support herself for much longer and how instable she was standing on her legs, Stayne quickly strode forwards and lifted her up into his arms. She looked up into his eyes, confused once more. His eye told her not to question him as he carried her bridal style to the bed.

Alice was too stunned to complain and felt how his strong arms were wrapped around her. It felt somehow soothing and protective. She wished for his hold on her to never cease but then he gently dropped her on top of his bed and took some steps backwards. He suddenly seemed so far away again that Alice whimpered once more. He had to take these steps backwards in order to calm himself. He couldn't be too fast with her.

Her head turned to look at the bed she had fallen on top of and she felt embarrassed at once.

"Um, Um, Um." Stayne shook his head. "You silly little girl."

Alice snapped her head at him at that and seemed annoyed by his words. "I'm not that little."

The knave smirked amused. "You are to me though."

Alice blushed at this without noticing her own reaction. He stepped closer to her like a predator advancing his prey. Alice wanted to crawl backwards to keep the distance. But somehow she realized she wouldn't mind his closeness. After all she had wanted him to be near, hadn't she? Thus she decided to be bold and sat up straight. She pointed a little finger at him. "Your shape is exceptional. I'm amazed to find you've got clothes that fit you. Your properties aren't proper at all."

The knave's eye showed a little pang of hurt at her comment but he seemed to compose himself as he came even closer to her. This girl would soon learn about his properties.

"Who says your size is normal?" He purred and Alice gulped.

She was at a loss of words. His nearness made her mind foggy and she licked her dry lips again. Stayne watched her tongue dart out to lick past her lips and found it heavily intoxicating. He had been eavesdropping on his little Alice ever since she had gone to bed. He had heard her long for him while she had been alone in her room, and he had known that she would come to him eventually so he had waited for her behind his door. Just listening to how she was standing outside of his room had been enough for him. He realized that he had finally admitted that her nearness would give him a feeling of satisfaction. He smiled smugly. 'Just to have her near.'

His gaze roamed over her form once more and he concluded that even though she wasn't the large Um he had met she was still a nice size.

"Alice," a low rumble, "Don't you think you're rather petite yourself?" He gently took her hand in his gloved one and placed a kiss on the soft skin. She looked perplexed at him as her mind was telling her to keep breathing.

"I am normal... sized." She finally concluded. Her voice was soft and filled with traces of lust that seemed to stir more feelings of want inside of the knave, who could feel his strained erection throbbing for freedom. But he grinned and looked up at Alice again.

"Um. You're not normal."

Alice winced. "I'm not Um. I'm Alice."

Stayne nodded. "Our champion."

She looked at him and expected for him to go on but he kept silent and instead of talking he reached out his gloved hand to trace a finger down her collarbone.

"Such a pretty girl, Alice."

Alice could feel the tingling sensation inside of her increase again. It started to bother her and she wanted to get rid of it. There was something she needed so bad. Stayne noticed her tortured expression and laughed hoarsely.

"My, my, dear Alice." He reached out his hand and gently pushed against her chest, making her fall down onto the cushions and smiling pleased at the sight in front of him. "You look bothered. How about I'll help you get rid of that aching feeling between your legs."

Alice gasped. How had he known?

"Would you?" She asked silently and could hear a low chuckle as reply.

"But you must promise me to call me by my name from now on." Alice tried to look up at him as she sat up on her elbows. "All right. If you call me by mine."

"Alice." The knave hissed sensually and Alice whimpered.

"Stayne."

He shook his head. "Ilosovic."

She blinked confused at first but then nodded.

"Now lay back." She did as she was told and lay back onto the cushions again. "Relax." He ordered her and she complied. "Yes, Ilosovic."

Stayne looked up at her with his heated gaze. Had he heard her say his name? His dick throbbed even worse inside of his leather pants but he had decided to go slow on her. After all, he had waited to get to her and he had learned that his fast approach – down the hallway when he wanted to claim her - didn't work out positive. Now he had decided to take it slow. She would be his.

He smirked at the thought.

His.

"Be quiet, Alice. We don't want to wake the others now, would we?" He told her in his gentle low voice. Alice nodded slowly and the knave smirked pleased. The skirt of her nightgown had been hiked up to her waist, leaving him a nice view of her bare legs and thighs. He gently traced a finger past her inner leg before tasting her there with his tongue. She gasped softly which he took as an encouragement. The knave slowly moved his head upwards, near her crotch, before breaking the contact with her skin.

Alice wondered why he had stopped and lifted her head to look at him.

He gently pulled down her underpants and smiled up at her. He admired the view of her golden curls and tight awaiting core.

'Oh, Alice. You beauty.' A low purring sound escaped his lips and Alice could feel her cheeks colour even more. Apparently he liked what he saw and his pleased sound made her aware of this. The knave bent forward and nuzzled his nose against her clit, making her gasp. "It's all right, Alice." He muttered against her folds. "It's okay." Alice relaxed again. Carefully, Stayne darted out his tongue. He dipped his tongue into her wet folds and was awarded with a moan. As he started to lick her pussy and dip the tip of his tongue inside of her narrow wet entrance she started to buck slightly under him and gasped.

"Ilosovic." She moaned as she could feel something build inside of her. "Ilosovic." The knave smirked at the sound of his name. He had never heard his name being spoken by someone as angelic as his Alice. His name passing her lips was enough to arouse him even more. The taste of her satisfied his animalistic instincts and he eagerly kept licking her until she reached her orgasm, and keenly lapped up all her juices.

Alice cried out his name and felt Stayne's grip on her thigh increase. Immediately she brought her hands up to her mouth to muffle her cry. When Stayne looked up again his dark eye met the bright eyes of Alice. She felt her heart skip a beat at the darkened and lustful look the knave was giving her. His hair was slightly ruffled by all the action he had performed, but his mouth was twisted into a content smile. "Now for the real deal, my sweet." Alice's mind was racing with everything that had just happened. The feelings he had given her were so wonderful that she wondered why she had never had them before. She hardly registered what he was saying and just nodded to his words.

Stayne, seeing that Alice looked a bit absent, sat up and run a hand through his hair. "A little bit of giving and taking is only fair, isn't it?" She nodded, still out of breath to speak and overcome by the sensations of her orgasm. After unbuttoning his own pants and removing them swiftly he crawled over her and smiled down upon her. The knave helped her remove her nightgown and she looked up at him in anticipation. He smiled down at her and removed his gloves before leaning close to her and swirling his tongue past her breasts.

"Wonderful." He breathed against her skin.

He suckled on her breast while kneading the other with his hand. She gasped softly and he flicked out his tongue to lick and suck her nipple, giving the girl underneath him sensations she hadn't felt before. Then suddenly he broke the contact and removed his top. The piece of clothing had been bothering him all the while as his skin was far too hot to be clothed. The only thing he wanted to feel against his skin was the skin of his Alice. He wanted to feel her.

He looked down at her again as she lay waiting for him. She looked somewhat anxious at him. Her lips were slightly parted and Stayne immediately took the opportunity to catch them with his. He deepened the kiss and ran one of his hands into her hair, swirling the curls around his fingers, before breaking the kiss and looking her in the eyes. He used his free hand to bend her knees as he positioned himself in between. Then he kissed her again.

"You must tell me when to stop."

Another small kiss was placed on her lips.

"When it's too much."

And yet another one.

"When it hurts." His voice was gentle and this time when he kissed her he could feel her wrapping her little arms around his neck. He smiled triumphantly against her lips and uncurled his hand from her golden locks so he could support himself. He didn't want to crush the petite girl underneath his frame. Alice started to brush her tongue playfully against his and realized that she could taste herself on him. Not at all unpleasant, she had to admit that.

She had her eyes closed and kept suckling on his tongue. He was smirking against her as he slowly moved forward and into her wet core. Stayne could feel Alice stir beneath him as she froze in her movements. He was now resting against her barrier and she could feel it. Her eyes were open again and she looked into his for support. He tried to smile reassuringly.

The kiss was broken and he whispered to her. "It's okay, Alice." She tried to give him a confident smile to indicate that she trusted him while her mind was screaming otherwise. He had been her enemy! He had betrayed people who had been close to him! Somewhere deep down inside she knew whatever he was doing to her now was going to hurt. And somewhere another voice piped in and told her that the queen had pardoned him and that he had made her feel good only moments before. What if he could make her feel like that again?

She smiled wider now and Stayne felt his heart melt at the sight of her. Her eyes sparkling and her brilliant smile filled with trust. He gently cupped her cheek with his hand. Then he slowly pushed forward, taking her virginity as inched forward inside of her until he had filled most of her. She winced and cried out when he broke her barrier. Her back arched and she felt tears spring into her eyes. But he had leaned forward again and had started trailing small kisses on her skin, starting on her cheek and trailing down her neck and breasts.

She was gasping now and trying to ignore the sharp pain that was stinging between her legs. The knave truly felt sorry for having to hurt her and kept placing feather light kisses until he could feel her relax again. She murmured something inaudible and he looked up at her again, their eyes locking. He raised a brow in question and she smiled faintly again.

"Ilosovic." She just simply stated in the cutest voice she could give him and it was more than enough to tell the knave that he was free to continue. Gently he retracted his penis until only the tip was still inside of her before thrusting back into her core with passion. She gasped and he repeated the action. Stayne's movements started to form a rhythm as he picked up a nice pace that wasn't too fast for Alice but also not too slow. He could feel how she eventually wrapped her legs around him and forced him in even deeper.

Stayne gasped as the girl around him felt so incredibly tight that he could no longer hold back his orgasm. But he knew he had to for he wanted them both to come. He wanted Alice to experience her first time as wonderful as he could make it for her. That way she would be running back to his side and asking him to never leave her. The words he wanted to hear.

He threw his head back at the soft moans that escaped Alice's lips and joined her by slowly grunting and moaning her name. His hands rested on her waist and hip as he kept thrusting into the young girl. "Alice."

Alice could feel her orgasm build again and moved her hips to meet his. "Harder." She pleaded. "Please, Ilosovic, faster." He complied and started to thrust into her faster and rougher. He was pleased to hear her sharp intake of breath as he hit a sensitive spot inside of her and made sure he would hit her there every time he entered her. He was glad to notice she was getting close to her climax for he knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself from spilling his seed for much longer. With one more gasp he buried himself to the hilt and could feel how Alice started to tremble softly. She threw her head back and cried out his name softly – all the while she had kept in mind not to make too much noise. Stayne smirked but kept a good support on her as he thrust inside of her one, two, three more times before finally letting his orgasm wash over him. He moaned her name as he slumped down on top of her, still supporting himself on his elbows in order not to crush her.

She was looking at him through half-lidded eyes, her lips slightly parted and her face flushed as she felt his seed enter her womb. She would ask him about that later.

"Alice." He finally said and she smiled lovingly at him, reaching out her little hand to place it on his cheek. Their bodies were still entangled and the room smelled heavily of their lovemaking.

"That felt nice," She finally admitted and he smiled now as well. "Ilosovic Stayne."

Stayne could feel his heart skip a beat at the mentioning of his name.

Alice grinned and placed a kiss on his lips."You do look nice without clothes on." He smirked. What was that comment about his proportions earlier on? Alice did know how to get to him as he never felt this loved in his entire life before. She was indeed what he had needed, what he had hoped for, all this years.

"I love you." She whispered before relaxing again. He slowly slid out of her as he saw her close her eyes. She was tired and so was he. Stayne rolled over to his side and fetched the blankets, pulling them to cover them up as he scooped her close to him. He placed his chin on her shoulder as he held her in his embrace. "Sleep well, little Alice."

He could see her frown with her eyes still closed at his mentioning of her new nickname and placed a kiss on her cheek. His voice was a low whisper. "I love you too." He could hear a sigh of relief escape from her lips and smiled.

Now she would be forever his.

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Unlike Iracebeth, Ilosovic Stayne could not be fooled by a few words of flattery and a pleasant smile. That's why when the newest addition of the court called herself Um, he failed to her believe for even an instant. After seeing that tangled mess of curls and curious stare, he held no doubts that he knew the truth to her identity. It was one thing to lie to the queen, it was another matter entirely to lie to Ilosovic Stayne. How dare she think that he would fall for so obvious of a ruse. He could not be played so easily, for he certainly was no fool quite unlike that Hatter the girl seemed so drawn to. So why had he not confessed his suspicions to the queen?

A frown formed upon his lips as he pondered that very thought. All the cunning in him, all the logic in him, demanded that he reveal her identity. Yet try as he might, he could not bring himself to utter those words out loud in the court. Perhaps, perhaps he simply wanted to wait for a more opportune moment to reveal her. As long as she was a member of the Red Queen's court she would be confined to the castle, making Frabjous Day near impossible. She could easily become another one of his pawns, one he could use to barter with the White Queen if a time ever came for that.

Even as he rationalized his thoughts, he still couldn't bring himself to think of her in such a way. He tried to tell himself there was nothing remarkably special about the girl other than her height, though she did have a peculiar manner about her. Everything was a new wonder to her, from the local delicacies to the old worn out tapestries that hung near the servants corridors, each one depicting a different moment of the Red Queen's rise to power. She was so naïve, nothing at all like the jaded women that so often shared his prescience. To most it would make her seem sweet and endearing. To him it simply made her strange, a puzzle-box of sorts, one he was determined to figure out.

He was stirred from his thoughts when he realized where his feet had taken him. Instead of guarding the queen's throne room as he was ordered to do, he was steadily marching towards her room. How could this woman hold so much control over him, as to sway him from fulfilling his duties? He slowed his pace as he heard the sound of footfalls, slinking into the shadows cast about the hall as he made his was toward it's source. He gazed at her retreating figure for a moment, before tauntingly calling out, "I know who you are Alice."

Startled, the girl spun wildly around before marching directly up to him, fear and panic marring her delicate features. When she was but a breath away, so close he felt he could almost taste her, her fear quickly turned into grim determination.

"I believe you are mistaken sir, my name is Um. From Umbridge, remember?" she replied, her eyes steely. Try as she might to hide it, the truth shone brightly through her shallow facade. A sinister chuckle escaped from Stayne's lips as he narrowed his eye at her. Did she honestly think so little of him?

"My dear Alice, lying is not very becoming of a woman your age. Wouldn't you agree?" he drawled, eying her lazily.

"I told you sir, I have no idea what you are talking about. Now if you would excuse me, I have some business I must attend to." she replied, making an attempt to leave. He quickly halted her by shoving her into the wall, forceful enough to make his point across but not so far as to inflict any serious damage.

"I have very little patience for games, Alice. Now be a good girl and tell me the truth, and perhaps I shall let you go."

He didn't understand why, but he needed her to say the words he already knew to be true. The fact the girl held any sway over his emotions infuriated him to a madness he had never known, a madness he certainly didn't enjoy. His gaze lingered on her face as she stood petrified with the fear she had tried denying earlier, which was now radiating off her in pools.

Normally he would feel satisfaction at having such an affect over a person's emotions but now… now he wasn't sure how he felt. His unease escaped his lips in the form of a snarl, causing the young woman to slightly jump. A silent tension hung in the air between the pair, before she broke the stifling air.

"I… I told you all there is to say on the matter. Now please let me go, I have matters that must be attended to, sir." she said, struggling against his grip which only cause him to tighten if further.

"So you can visit your precious Hatter? Oh yes, I know exactly just what you intend to do Alice." He sneered at her, his blood boiling at the mere idea of that fool even baring witness to her prescience.

Her eyes flickered at him for a moment, as if she could sense his loathing for the other man, before she spoke again. "What do you want from me? I've told you everything there is to say."

"You've given me lie after lie! Or has your denial now become your truth?" he hissed, glaring at her.

She remained silent and he briefly wanted to shake her, if only to get her to say something, to say anything. When he looked in her eyes, he saw her answer ringing in them as a crystalline truth: Defiance. She would never submit to him, but he would never relent from pursuing her. His hands seemed to be acting of their own accord, snaking their way up to the sides of her face. She was so different from the women here, so strange. She stiffened under his touch, but he paid no heed to her silent complaints. She had a power of her own, even if she did not know it, a power that had a most enticing effect on him.

He was never one to shy away from a challenge and the impulses of desire outweighed his common sense as he firmly planted his lips against her own. His lips moved against her impassive ones with fervor, asking her stony will to reciprocate his own muddled emotions, if only just this once. As if she understood his desperation, she followed his lead with her own soft, delicate kisses. Her arms wrapped around his neck, as he tangled a hand through her curls, unwilling to give up this moment.

She suddenly broke away from him, her logic and will returning more quickly than his own. He stared deeply into her eyes, searching for answers only to find there was nothing hidden in their depths before he released her, almost as if merely touching her burned him now. Her gaze was still locked on him however, her eyes softening as she touched her lips, an unspoken emotion riddling her features. She blinked and the trance was broken, quickly gathering up her skirts as she fled down the corridor, casting him one fleeting glance before she completely disappeared from view. Something inside him beckoned him to follow her but he quickly dismissed the urge and continued on with his rounds.

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Alice Kingsleigh pads down the many marble steps of the White Queen’s castle, wrapping her robe tighter around herself. The castle is large and maze-like but Alice knows where she is going; she has gone many times before when her insomnia has kept her up into the ungodly hours of the night and she has needed air and thinking space. She is quiet as a dormouse, lightfooted and quick, so set about her business that the nightstaff don’t even think to raise an eyebrow. They tip a (sometimes imaginary) hat and continue on their way; in Underland everyone has idiosyncrasies, including Alice, and they know hers as well as she knows theirs.

She reaches the large arches that open out to the patio gardens and slows her pace, partly out of relief that she has arrived at her destination, and partly because someone is already there.

Though he is facing away from her so that she can’t see his face, she knows from the tall, oddly-proportioned figure that it is Stayne, and from his slouched shoulders that he seems to moping. Alice pauses to watch him, silent and curious. He is meandering aimlessly, pausing to watch one of the several fountains for a moment before continuing on; he reaches the edge of the patio and leans against the balustrade that is too low for him, and there he stays, looking out into the dark gardens.

Alice takes a breath. Since being “pardoned” (Not a wholly accurate term considering he was basically drafted to low-level guard duty/glorified errand boy as punishment, but Mirana thought “pardoned” sounded more pleasant), moping around is something Stayne does a lot of, though Alice is unsure why; her current suspicion is that he simply dislikes not being at the Red Queen’s castle - perhaps he is annoyed by the very bright whiteness of Mirana’s decorating - more realistically, she thinks, he misses the familiarity of home. Alice sympathizes.

Taking another breath, she makes her way towards him, her feet bare against the cool concrete of the patio. It’s autumn, and nice outside, the moon so full and bright its illumination can’t be diffused even by the clouds that drift through the sky. She lets her feet deliberately drag against the ground so as not to take him by surprise - not for his sake, but because she is concerned that his defensive reflexes might kick in and she end up in the medical ward. She approaches on the side of his good eye, and he glances back at her, looking somewhat shaken at her appearance.

“Good evening,” she says, coming to a stop a respectable distance away from him. He is so very, very tall, she thinks, craning her neck to look up at him. A stray thought passes by: how large must his bed be, so that his feet don’t hang off the end?

Stayne bristles. His jaw is set, and he clasps his hands behind his back. For a moment, she wonders if she will get any greeting back, and then he mutters out, “Good evening.”

Satisfied, Alice nods. She looks away from him, out to the gardens. By the light of the moon she can identify poppies, tulips, daisies, carnations, irises, daffodils… Too many to count, blooming as if it were springtime, all arranged in low flowerbeds and framed by winding paths. She notices with a small pang that there are no roses to be seen. Closer, along the edge of the raised patio she and Stayne are on, are low-cut topiaries and the occasional lavender. Set in the balustrade and arching up over the patio, every thirty feet or so, are lattices upon which various flowering vines grow, providing shaded areas on sunny days.

Alice looks at Stayne, who is still staring resolutely into the distance.

“Can’t sleep?” she asks.

The muscles in his jaw shifts as he unclenches it and then clenches it again. Even after being drafted into Mirana’s guard he has kept his black hair long and free, and it contrasts sharply with the light colors of the guard uniform (and just about everything else in the castle; he is very easy to find in a crowd here). Alice blinks as she notices he is fully dressed as if on duty, but she knows his shift had ended earlier; she knows many of the guards’ shifts, given her affinity for sneaking off.

At his lack of reply, she looks back out into the gardens. “I can’t sleep,” she says, as if saying it first will help his own admittance. “And this is where I like to come when I can’t.”

“I know,” he says, and his sudden voice makes her wince, partly out of reflex; his voice is unique, and it bore a certain imprint into her mind when she’d pretended to be Um - even now in casual, albeit strained, conversation, her first instinct is discomfort. His actual words register a moment later, and she turns towards him with an eyebrow raised.

“You know?” she asks. Instead of disgust or alarm, she feels something akin to amusement. That he has apparently spied on her comes as no surprise; he is very predictable.

“I’ve watched you.” The words come out matter-of-fact, with no shame or embarrassment. He is still faced away, but his eye has become unfocused now that his attention has shifted to the painfully stilted half-conversation.

“I’m sure you have,” she says. She allows a beat of silence to pass before she adds, “Pervert.”

This makes him look at her with a slightly annoyed expression. Even with the brightness of the moon his black eyepatch looks more like a dark hole in his head. She grins up at him knowingly, and with a snort he turns back to the gardens.

She watches him, pushing her thick blonde braid over one shoulder, trying to read his thoughts. She had never really gotten to the point of hating Stayne, but then she does not hate many things or people; she even doubts she ever hated the Red Queen. She feels a certain draw to him that she’s unsure how to define. He is very hard to read, but she knows mourning when she sees it.

Venturing beyond casual banter and smalltalk, Alice swallows and takes a step towards him, just enough that she can brush her fingers over his arm. It feels somewhat forced, and she hopes it doesn’t show outwardly.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

Noticing her sudden proximity and her hand on his arm, Stayne steps away with an overacted wince. He only glances in her eyes, but she catches everything in that one little moment he drops his guard.

“Yes, of course I’m okay,” he says, mimicking her intonation. Alice pinches her lips together because her first instinct is to laugh, not only at his poor imitation of her, but also at his paper-thin excuse for a deflection.

“You are not,” she says.

He looks down at her, frowning. His hands, still behind his back, clench into fists.

“Will you please stop nosing around and mind your own business?” he says. “Bloody Red, it’s like your defining character trait.”

This time she does laugh. This only serves to further annoy Stayne, who rolls his eye and stalks off. Alice quite literally runs after him.

“Oh no, stay!” she says. “Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, you just look so serious all the time.”

“At least some of us around here are,” he grumbles, ignoring her. She stops, pushing her hair out of her face.

“I only meant to help,” she says, and this gets him to pause, his broad shoulders squared, hands clasped together.

“I don’t want your help,” he says, and then continues on his way.

“I’ve lost people too, you know. Family. And I know what it feels like to be… h-homesick.” Even saying the word makes her chest tighten. Stayne has finally stopped, though he hasn’t turned around.

“What?” His voice is quiet, but she catches it.

She doesn’t understand what he means, and she can only offer her own, “What?” in return.

He turns around and walks towards her again, slowly, his features a little softer now. He is not unattractive, something Alice had noticed even when she’d been Um, though his whole countenance and the air about him had scared her then. Now he holds himself differently, and she has defeated far scarier things than Ilosovic Stayne.

“That word,” he says, stopping close and towering over her. She instinctively backs up, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Trying to catch up, she replays what she’d said.

“Homesick?” she asks.

“Yes.” His brow furrows as he considers the word. “I’ve never heard it before.”

The word is self-explanatory, she thinks, so she doesn’t bother to define it, nor does he ask. His expression is unreadable except for the slight frown between his eyebrows, and even then she can’t divine what his actual individual thoughts might be. She knows he must be thinking of the Red Queen’s Castle, but what else? Was he treated better, did he have better quarters? His job? What specific part of that place is he thinking of?

“Do you miss her?” she asks, though as soon as she has she regrets it.

She expects him to be mad (a feeling she would justify), but his features soften and his shoulders slump. He looks at her, and then out to the gardens again, resuming his place at the balustrade. She stands beside him, closer this time, feeling very small. But he is warm, something that surprises her for some unfathomable reason. He has always come across as such a cold, manipulative person that his body warmth - the very reassurance of his being alive - seems strange and counterintuitive. More counterintuitive is the sudden desire to move closer to him; Alice promptly ignores that desire with some amount of confused embarrassment.

“Why?” he asks suddenly, bringing her out of her own thoughts. She is trying to figure out the exact nature of his question when he continues. “Why do I miss her?”

Alice’s heart skips a beat - so he can feel emotions! Imagine that. She would have imagined them as being close, maybe even lovers - he had panicked and begged not to be exiled with her, but she had seen it as an attempt to save his own cowardly hide. What if it had been more than that? The idea makes her squirm.

Thankfully before she can speak and make a fool of herself, he continues on. “Do you think it’s mad to miss someone you hate?” he asks.

This time she doesn’t miss a beat. “No.”

“Even though it’s paradoxical?”

“So what if it is?” she asks, shrugging. “Feeling two conflicting feelings isn’t what makes someone mad.” She grins as he looks at her, though his expression shifts and something in his eye makes her look away with a cough.

She can feel his gaze on her, but her eyes remain steadfastly fixed on the garden. She pushes her flyaway hair out of her face, surprised at how warm her cheeks are. She tries to be sneaky about hiding her face from him, but he seems to have picked up on it because when he speaks his voice has changed cadence.

“Have you ever felt two conflicting things at once, then?” he asks. Part of him sounds genuinely interested and part sounds insufferably smug. She tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear and smiles despite herself.

“Of course I have. I think everyone has,” she says. He shifts closer to her, maybe without even noticing, and she suddenly feels too warm. Restlessly, she turns and hops up onto the balustrade, facing him. He watches her, his expression a hard mask again. Up here on the balustrade she is almost face-height to him, though he is still half-a-head taller and his general presence is enough to make her feel small. “Have you?” she asks.

He looks away from her, over her shoulder, but she keeps her eyes on him and catches his jaw shift again. His hands finally leave their place behind his back to settle on the balustrade, gripping it.

“Alice…”

The use of her name makes her feel strange, like she’d just heard something she wasn’t supposed to. She watches him, watches as he leans against the balustrade and takes a breath - the sort of self-calming, lung-filling breath she knows well. She doesn’t think to respond, mostly because she’s unsure how to, or where he is going next. A fleeting thought passes through her brain to grab his hand, and she wills it away.

“I hated her,” he says. “I hated that place. I hated the castle, the land, the people… I don’t understand why I…” He wrinkles his nose and scowls, letting his sentence trail off.

“Familiarity?” she offers. “Sometimes I think we just long for a familiar ritual. Even if that ritual wasn’t ideal or even liked, it was still… home.” She looks over her shoulder with another little pang in her heart. There is a moment of silence, broken by the sound of some kind nightbird cooing in the distance.

“Well well,” Stayne says, that familiar smugness in his voice again. “You’re smarter than you look.” She looks at him, finds him watching her with a thinly veiled intensity that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

“You are an ass, Ilosovic Stayne.”

The use of his name has a peculiar effect on him. He suddenly stiffens, his fingers tightening on the balustrade and his weight shifting almost - almost - unnoticeably towards her. She catches the skin of his throat shift as he swallows, catches his eye glaze over before he closes it, flexes his neck and shoulders, and then looks back out at the garden as if nothing had happened.

Alice suppresses the urge to smile. She can sense he is eager to get away from the subject of Iracebeth, so she tucks the conversation away for a later date, instead taking a moment to examine whether or not she feels tired yet, or peaceful and clearheaded enough to return to her room. The answer is a resounding no - in fact, her head is even busier than when she’d come down to the patio in the first place.

She feels she has the upper hand now, now that she has this secret knowledge of how his name affects him - at least, coming from her. He has not moved, as if to move would be to admit that she had indeed affected him somehow. She takes the chance to watch him, carefully, examining his face. While most of his facial scarring is on his left side, there are a few faint lines on his right, long-healed but still visible under her close scrutiny. His good eye is alert and intense, blue-grey around a slightly dilated pupil. His nose is unique, all angles, and his mouth seems almost a little too luscious for the rest of his hard features.

He’s handsome, she decides. Strange, but handsome.

“You said you’ve watched me,” she says, feeling bold.

To Stayne’s credit, he doesn’t waver, though he still doesn’t look at her. “You’re interesting.”

“Interesting?” she echoes. A pause, and then, “Good interesting or bad interesting?”

He finally looks at her after he rolls his eye. “Interesting interesting.”

Many thoughts, not all of them strictly proper, pass through her head as their gazes settle on each other and lock into place. His eye does not deviate from hers. She licks her lips, pulling the bottom one between her teeth; he notices, his features changing, becoming somehow more intense and softer simultaneously, and then he notices that she has noticed and wrenches his attention away.

She is surprised at how warm she is.

Stayne looks up at the sky, and she takes the moment to try and shake the buzzing feeling out of her limbs. Then she leans back on her arms, hooking her ankles around one of the balustrade’s support columns. 

“You still fancy me.” It’s a declaration, something she might have been unsure of once if he wasn’t so obvious about it now. She does love teasing him, and he does so deserve it.

His head snaps back to her, something like skepticism on his face. “No.”

“I don’t believe you,” she says, tilting her head and allowing one sleeve of her robe to dip down off her shoulder. Underneath she is wearing one of the many gauzy shifts Mirana had gifted her when she’d decided to stay at the castle, and this one glimmers prettily in the moonlight.

His eye darts to her now-bare shoulder, and then he looks away from her a bit too hurriedly.

“You’re too small,” he says, with forced disgust. Alice hunches her shoulders.

“I am not, I’m exactly the size I’m supposed to be,” she says.

“Maybe you fancy me,” he says, a self-satisfied look on his face.

Maybe she does.

“You’re the one spying on me,” she says, and this wipes the satisfaction off his face immediately. Something new sparks in his eye, something like desperation? He knows he is losing this argument. Their gazes meet again, and she does not let him go. “Ilosovic Stayne.”

For a moment there is complete stillness. They stare at each other, and she sees his pupil dilate again, his shoulders stiffen, his lips part as he exhales a hard, ungraceful breath.

And then he is on her, a fist in her hair to tilt her head up so that he can smash his lips against hers. His other hand is on the balustrade beside her, fingers dug into the stone so hard the leather of his glove scrapes audibly over it. Alice squeezes her eyes shut, scrambling to catch up. She has had little experience with kissing and Stayne is forceful, full of energy, and so large he nearly pushes her off the balustrade just by getting in her space.

His mouth moves against hers erratically, angrily, teeth and tongue. His hand is so deep in her hair that it’s almost painful, but instead it makes her scalp and neck tingle pleasantly, trickling down into her spine unlike anything she’s felt before. She finally thinks to move, grabbing his face and pulling away.

“Stop, stop--” she gasps, “I can’t breathe--”

He does stop, dazed, panting. His eye is closed, lips parted. She does not know why, but she finds herself brushing his cheek with her thumb, tracing over the deep scars below his eyepatch. His brow furrows, and for a second he looks like he might break apart in her hands.

“Alice--” he whispers. “Please.”

His grip in her hair loosens, and he steps closer to her, trapping body heat between them. Despite this, Alice shivers as he digs his fingertips into her hair and scalp again, electricity racing down her back.

“Please?” she asks sweetly. He has not opened his eye, still looking pained or desperate or something that she can’t identify.

“I need to… to taste you,” he says, voice and breath coming out stilted. He finally looks at her, his eye dark and glossy.

“Need?” she asks. “You need to?”

“Please--”

He does like begging, doesn’t he? She grins, which seems to annoy him, and he attempts to push back into her space.

“Ah ah ah,” she says, though she gasps when he pulls her hair again. “You’re very impatient, Ilosovic Stayne.” She lets his name drip off her tongue like honey, sweet and sticky, and his whole body shivers in response. She pulls him closer, until their foreheads are pressed together and they share each other’s air. He is like a spring pulled taut, overly tense and eager to snap, but he holds back; she gets the sense they are both enjoying this drawn-out tease. “Slowly now,” she whispers, and pulls him in.

He is shaking, maybe just with the effort of holding back his own bodily urges, or maybe from something deeper; Alice doesn’t know or care. He slides his tongue into her mouth, which she finds unpleasant and strange, but then he bites her lip and that sends a shock through her system, making her fingers dig into his face. She feels him smile, feels her heartbeat speed up, feels her lungs ache for more air.

Stayne steps even closer, fully closing the distance between them. It’s fortunate that Alice is on the balustrade or else he would be far too tall for this, and even now his neck is craned at a slightly awkward angle - not that he seems to notice. He is very warm, solid and large, the leather of his guard outfit creaking as he presses against her. Breaking ever so slightly, he removes his hand from her hair (The sudden loss causes her to make a very embarrassing noise of protest, which makes him smirk) to pull his gloves off and drop them on the ground some distance behind him. When his now bare hand returns to her hair, he strokes it gently before fisting it and yanking her head back. She gasps, more electricity shooting down her spine and this time settling between her thighs.

He kisses her mouth, sucking on her lip, before moving down, leaving wet and sticky open-mouth kisses on her jaw, trailing down to her neck. He pauses, inhaling, sliding his free arm around her waist, trailing his fingertips through the layers of gauzy robe and shift. Her skin burns under his touch.

“So lovely,” he whispers, biting her gently. She grins up at the sky, laughing at the sensation, thinking suddenly of Dracula. His teeth make way for tongue, wet and hot, and then he sucks on her skin, and she laughs harder, gasping and wrapping an arm around his shoulders lest he think she’s not enjoying herself. He purrs in response, rocking her backwards so that he doesn’t have to bend so much. As the initial tickling and amusement subsides, she finds the sensation far more pleasant, and as he moves to a new spot, repeating himself, this time it sucks the air right out of her lungs in one gasping, shuddering moan.

This makes both of them pause. She has never moaned before. Stayne holds her close to him and lets his head drop to rest in the crook of her neck. She looks up at the stars, her own voice echoing in her ears. He is still pressed flush against her, his arm around her keeping her from falling off her perch.

Hesitantly, she lifts her hand and places it in his hair. It’s softer than she imagined, and her touch makes his muscles go taut, makes him squeeze her tighter. She sees how this could be nice, to just sit and stroke his hair for a while, but she is on a mission, and she pulls his hair over his far shoulder, exposing his neck to her.

She has had no experience with this, other than just being on the receiving end of one, so she mimics him, first pressing her mouth against the vein of his throat. His pulse jumps, races under her lips. Smirking, she opens her mouth and licks him, feeling somewhat foolish and unsure of what she’s actually doing, though his gentle gasp and his hands digging into her back make her feel that she’s on the right track.

“Alice…” he hisses. He removes his hand from her hair and snakes it under her arms, now holding her in a tight embrace and clutching fistfuls of sparkly gauze. She readjusts, pulling herself upwards to get at a better angle, sliding one arm further around his shoulders and using the other to keep his hair out of the way, digging into his scalp the way he had been doing to her. He pushes against her touch like a housecat, and she revels in this little power.

She licks him again, more confidently this time, tastes the salt on his skin. He twists to bite her shoulder. She can’t stop the airy giggle that escapes her as she bites him back, sucking gently. This time he groans, albeit quietly, and the sound reverberates through her, goes straight to her stomach. Emboldened, she sucks again, harder, and laves her tongue over the newly-bruised skin.

His teeth clamp around her shoulder so hard it sends pinpricks down her arm and makes her gasp, and then he groans again, rocking against her and shuddering so hard he has to support himself with one arm on the balustrade.

In this new position she can feel his arousal pressed against her, which takes her by surprise. She had fooled around with some boys back home, she is no ignorant schoolgirl, yet still her inexperience - and, that this arousal happens to belong to Ilosovic Stayne - makes her pause.

She pulls away slightly, unsure what to do. He is breathing heavily, hand gripped so tight on the balustrade his knuckles are white. It’s strange to see his hands bare, she thinks. Since he does not move, she looks up at him, finds his eye closed, cheeks flushed, hair disheveled, and something in her stomach flutters.

“You liar,” she says.

This makes him look at her with a sigh. A long, relenting, full-body sigh that ends with him shaking his head.

“Don’t patronize me,” he says, without any conviction.

She pulls him closer again, stroking her finger over the mark she’d just left on his neck. He seems to be regaining his footing, and so she decides to prod him further, to push him back down.

“Do you watch me other places?” she asks, her voice dropping down to nearly a whisper. “Do you watch me in my room?”

He blinks, obviously aware of what she’s trying to do.

“Does it frustrate you that even though I’m not Um from Umbridge you’re still madly obsessed with me?” she says. “Even though I’m the Champion of the White Queen, even though we were enemies?” She slides her hand down his chest and he smirks. Without replying, he grabs her hair again, tighter than before, sending thunder through her muscles and making her back arch. She gasps, trying not to lose focus, sliding her hand over his ribs and waist. “Do you think of me at night?” she asks through her teeth, looking sideways up at him, her heart racing. “Alone, in your bedchambers?”

She hesitates. Even with all her fooling around she has never touched another person sexually and even though now that she wants to, something - her nerves? - makes her stop. Seizing the moment, Stayne grabs her wrist and pulls it behind her back, grinning down at her with a glint in his eye. Her stomach twists, and for the first time tonight she can feel her own arousal slick between her thighs.

“So little Alice is new at this, isn’t she?” he says, dropping his head to continue his work on her throat. One hand is still tight in her hair, the other trapping her arm behind her back. She still has an arm free, but for now she keeps it wrapped around his back.

He kisses and laps at her neck, and she lets out a string of undignified noises as the myriad of sensations circuit through her body; thankfully, he returns them even as he works, before finally pulling away, yanking her hair to better press his lips against her ear.

“Alice...” He breathes her name, rocking his hips languidly against hers. Her whole body shudders as his arousal grinds against hers, hard and hot even through his trousers. He hisses and swears, some Underlandian word she doesn’t understand, and her stomach churns.

“I… Ilosovic...” she gasps out, because he is not the only one who gets to play at this game.

His hips stutter and she feels every bit of it, and they both gasp in unison. He pauses, and then lets her arm go, before kissing her with renewed vigor.

This time she knows what to do, and even though she doesn’t like his tongue in her mouth she likes every other part enough to ignore it. She slides both arms around his shoulders now, and his newly freed hand comes to rest on her hip, keeping her pelvis pressed firmly against his as he rocks into her.

Even though her own voice embarrasses her, that is not the primary reason she tries (and fails) to stay quiet - rather, she likes hearing Stayne. She wouldn’t have predicted it, but he is shameless and unrestrained about voicing his pleasure, in stark contrast to the boys at home. She hasn’t heard anything like it, and even someone like Stayne sounds lovely while in the throes of pleasure.

The space between her thighs burns as he grinds against it, as the friction of her shift and his thick canvas trousers sets her nerves on fire. His kissing gets sloppy as he loses focus, trailing down her jaw and neck again. The hand on her hip slides up to her waist, squeezing, and then continues up to her breast, long fingers splaying over her skin. She moans, her stomach twisting hard, one hand digging into his hair. He moans back, squeezing her breast before hooking his fingers over the low, lacy neckline of the shift and pulling it down to reveal her bare skin.

“Beautiful.” The word is more breathed than spoken. He grinds against her hard and she whines, spreading her legs to allow him more room to maneuver. He leans her back, so much so that without him she would fall into the garden, but he holds her steady as he dips his head to her newly naked chest and trails more wet kisses over her skin.

She looks down at him and laughs, partly out of nerves and partly because of the overwhelming amount of new sensations she is trying to process. Privately, too, she finds it endearing that his face is flushed like anyone else’s, and the lines between his brows betray his mask of smug bravado.

He reaches her nipple and licks it without warning, and the moan that comes out of her would’ve had her disowned back home. Her hips rock seemingly of their own accord, and Stayne’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink at the movement.

It all hits her at once, hard, like a kick from a horse. She falls into rhythm with him, her hands in his hair, his mouth on her breast and his tongue lapping at her. Still supporting her with one arm, he brings the other to her free breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingers and making her nearly melt. She wraps her legs around his waist to bring him even closer, to position herself so that the hot, solid hardness of his arousal grinds against her sweet spot. She tries to say something but nothing comes out except broken, gasping moans that escalate in pitch until she climaxes, writhing and shaking and laughing. He pulls her up, slowing to a stop, holding her close to him until she comes down, giddy and dazed.

When enough awareness has returned to her, she finds herself pressed against his chest with her arms wrapped around his back. She takes a moment to collect herself, and then she pushes away, looking up at him. He looks down at her, his eye dark and hooded, his face ruddy. He seems to be only half-focusing on her, no doubt also half-focusing on his own bodily desires.

“Are you okay?” she asks. He swallows, half nods, leans his head down towards her. Slowly, he lets her go, his hands going to work undoing the leather ties of his trousers. Her heart picks up again, this time partly in uncertainty. “S-Stayne… Ilosovic--”

He shakes his head, laughing breathlessly, pressing into her space to kiss her like he is claiming her.

“Alice. Please...”

He pulls the ties loose, pulls his trousers down, freeing himself. Alice stares, wishing she didn’t have to, wishing she’d had some kind of sexual experience with someone other than Ilosovic Stayne. He is large, or at least she thinks so, but proportionately so to the rest of him. While she is partly fascinated, another, more prominent part of her twinges with fear at the idea that he wants to put that inside of her.

“I-I ca… I haven’t.” Whatever she is trying to say won’t come out, so she hopes he understands and has enough decency to respect her wishes.

“Just... “ He grabs her hand and guides it to his cock, melting into her touch. “Please.”

He kisses her again, long and slow, setting his hand over hers and coaxing her into a rhythm. She relaxes, relieved that this is apparently all he wants from her. He is hard and hot to the touch, something she hadn’t expected, and he rocks into her hand as she becomes more comfortable.

“Up--up higher,” he gasps, showing her, settling her hand just under the head of his cock and squeezing gently. This gets her a rumbly moan deep in his chest and another swear, this time in English. He ruts into her hand, quicker now, smashing his mouth against hers again, forceful and erratic like the first time. Alice tries to concentrate on what her hand is doing but it proves to be difficult when his hands wander over her body, particularly her breasts which he seems to like, moaning with her and gasping between kisses.

Finally he pulls away from her and lets his head rest on her shoulder, jerking his hips into her hand forcefully, just focusing on the feeling of her hand on him. He is panting, shaking, one hand joining hers.

“Ah--Alice--” he hisses, something breaking in his voice. He shifts out of her grasp and takes over solo, hard and fast. He tilts his hips so that he can aim his cock downwards, continuing his work as he pulls Alice flush against him, panting into her hair; she feels his muscles twitch, his hips jerking back and forth into his hand, and seconds later he climaxes with a long moan into the gardens below.

He slumps against her, shaking, and she slides her arms around his back. Maybe because of the post-orgasm hormones, Alice finds that she does not want to move, and this sentiment is evidently shared because after tucking himself back into his trousers, Stayne slides his arms around her as well.

They are silent for a long time, and the silence is not particularly intimate or soft, but there is some amount of companionship. She nestles her head under his chin and feels him twitch, his hand in her hair much gentler than before. Feeling gradually returns to her body, her mind clearing and making way for actual sensible thoughts and complete sentences again. She can feel the sticky wetness on her skin where his mouth had been, now half-dry and a strange mix of unpleasant and wonderful.

A breeze blows through, and Alice shivers, and Stayne pulls her closer, sighing.

“Thank you,” he mutters at length, sounding like he’d had to force the words out. She blinks; do people normally thank each other after making love?

“What for?” she asks. He swallows, shifting his weight.

“For… talking,” he says. She smiles, biting her tongue to keep from laughing. Stayne clears his throat and abruptly pulls away, straightening his uniform and not looking her in the eye. She wobbles, inwardly lamenting the loss of his body heat, watching as he picks up his gloves from the ground and pulls them on. Now he looks at her, watching her as she pulls her robe up and around herself. She hops off the balustrade, pulls her now-ruffled braid over her shoulder again.

He has straightened up to full height again, squaring his shoulders, letting his general aura slip back into quiet, hard-to-read neutrality. She crosses her arms around herself, listening as the breeze rustles through the gardens.

“Do you think anyone heard?” she asks lightheartedly. The corner of his mouth twitches.

“Do you care?”

It takes her a moment to think about it; certainly she would have cared at home, but here? “No,” she says.

“Then it doesn’t matter.” He half-shrugs. She is not entirely sure why, but as she thinks about it more, warmth crawls up her cheeks, and she laughs despite her effort not to. He quirks an eyebrow. “What?”

She shakes her head, patting her cheeks. “I’m… not sure,” she says. “I’m in a good mood. It’s amusing, is all.”

He looks slightly confused, but remains quiet, pushing his hair away from his face. Unwilling to let further awkwardness descend on them, and suddenly having a hundred different thoughts to process, Alice takes a step backwards.

“I should go,” she says, wringing her hands together, unsure of what proper decorum might dictate she actually do when excusing herself after a random sexual liaison with a former enemy. “Um… goodnight.”

Stayne grins, looking, to her relief, unoffended - in fact, he looks slightly amused. Her stomach flutters. “Goodnight,” he says. Alice nods and turns, walking quickly; when she looks over her shoulder he is still watching her with that same amused, smug grin on his face.

She makes it to the safety of the archway, where he can’t see her, before she breaks out running, thankful her treacherous thoughts are her own and eager to be back in the privacy of her room.

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I absolutely loved this beautiful fanart of Alice in Wonderland from Stalice's ship of the characters Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh together especially because it really seems to me something very adorable the way Ilosovic Stayne tries to impress Alice Kingsleigh whom he knows best as Um despite the fact that he is shorter in height than she in that precise moment anyway for me it is adorable and beautiful the way that despite the detail of the height between them Ilosovic Stayne still confronts her to impress while Alice Kingsleigh is surprised by her word and her way of acting with her

By the way, this beautiful fanart of theirs is not mine and the credits are not for me but I warn you that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece on DeviantArt

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I absolutely loved this beautiful Alice in Wonderland fanart from the Stalice ship of the characters Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh together especially I find it something very adorable the way in which in the Alice Kingsleigh is hidden behind the wall while watching Ilosovic Stayne eating some red queen cakes secretly from her... and because despite the fact that in the Tim Burton movie of Alice in Wonderland doesn't tell us specifically how many days Alice Kingsleigh had spent in the Red Queen's castle. I would have liked to think that if it had been days then it would happen that while Alice Kingsleigh pretended to be Um then it happened that in one of those days while Alice Kingsleigh was trying to find the Vortex sword then it happened that in the meantime she will meet Ilosovic Stayne who was secretly eating some of the red queen's cakes and while Alice Kingsleigh is hiding behind a wall looking at him Ilosovic Stayne when he realized that he would get very nervous about it

By the way, this beautiful fanart of theirs is not mine and the credits are not for me but I warn you that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece on DeviantArt

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I absolutely loved this beautiful Alice in Wonderland fanart of the Stalice ship of the characters Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh together... especially because I love that in the first image Ilosovic Stayne has his hands on Alice Kingsleigh's shoulders while he notices the difference in height between the two of them together and how short Alice Kingsleigh is compared to him and how different he was when he met her as Um while I also love that in the second image Ilosovic Stayne looks surprised when Alice Kingsleigh suddenly hugs him and I honestly love that in the third image Ilosovic Stayne is also hugging Alice Kingsleigh... although I also like to imagine that if Ilosovic Stayne had been a double agent of the white queen then he would have escaped to go to the white queen's castle to give her all the information he had discovered about the plans of his older sister the red queen and that when he told Alice Kingsleigh that he had really fallen in love with her then Alice Kingsleigh without thinking twice will launch to be able to hug him to what Ilosovic Stayne is surprised at first before he also hugged her

By the way, this beautiful fanart of theirs is not mine and the credits are not for me but I warn you that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece on DeviantArt

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I absolutely loved this beautiful Alice in Wonderland Edit of the Stalice ship of the characters Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh together spatially because I love that in the Alice Kingsleigh I have the clothes she had when she arrived at the white queen's castle before she met Absolem but above all because I like to think that if Ilosovic Stayne would have been a double spy and would have gone to the white queen's castle to tell her what he had found out about his older sister the red queen's plans and then it would have happened that Ilosovic Stayne would have met Alice Kingsleigh then it happened that I told her the truth and it would happen that after that they would both would fall in love a lot

By the way, this beautiful Edit of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but unfortunately I can't leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece because it doesn't leave me every time I try it but if it works I can tell you that I found it on Fanpop

[skylarstark4826]

I absolutely loved this beautiful Alice in Wonderland fanart from the Stalice ship of the characters Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh together and above all because I love that in the Alice Kingsleigh she is secretly eating some cakes together with Ilosovic Stayne and especially because despite the fact that in the Tim Burton movie of Alice in Wonderland they never told us how many days Alice Kingsleigh had spent in the castle of the Red Queen I like to think that during her time Alice Kingsleigh had come across Ilosovic Stayne on one occasion when she had gone to look for Vortica's sword and found him discovering him eating some of the queen's cakes and then when seeing her Ilosovic Stayne has also shared some with her so that she also eat with him but also because I find it adorable the way Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh look into each other's eyes while both are eating together

By the way, this beautiful fanart of theirs is not mine and the credits are not for me but I warn you that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece on DeviantArt

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I am also a fan of the Tim Burton movie from Alice in Wonderland but I am also a fan of the Alpha and Omega movies but recently I realized that the characters of Humphrey and Kate are very similar to the characters of Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh and honestly since I realized I have not been able to stop thinking about what it would have been like if we had had a version of them like wolves and how it would have been if the Alpha and Omega movie had been an alternative version of the Love story of Ilosovic and Alice because I sincerely imagine Ilosovic Stayne as a completely different person from the movie sincerely because I hope you agree with me about the similarities of the characters of the Alpha and Omega movie of Humphrey and Kate with the characters of the movie of Alice a Wonderland Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh sincerely

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Summary:

Twists that lead Alice into the arms of the Knave of Hearts!

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I absolutely loved this beautiful Edit of Alice in Wonderland of the Stalice ship of the characters Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh together and despite the fact that I am completely aware that Tarrant Hightopp is also present in it I above all I really wanted to show you Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh... well what I love above all is that in the Ilosovic Stayne he is having a cup of tea with his beloved Alice Kingsleigh while they make him accompany Tarrant Hightopp during his constant tea party which for me is something really very beautiful… sincerely

By the way, this beautiful Edit of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but unfortunately I can't leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece because it doesn't leave me every time I try it but if it works I can tell you that I found it on Fanpop

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I absolutely loved this beautiful Alice in Wonderland fanart of the Stalice ship of the characters Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh together especially because I really love that in it they show Ilosovic Stayne kissing his beloved Alice Kingsleigh in different ways what I absolutely loved about the first image is that Ilosovic Stayne is kissing the forehead of his beloved Alice Kingsleigh while in the second image Ilosovic Stayne is gently kissing Alice Kingsleigh's nose but I also absolutely loved that in the third image Ilosovic Stayne is the ear of his beloved Alice Kingsleigh when he still thought that she was called Um and what above all I absolutely loved about the fourth image of them together is that in the Ilosovic Stayne and Alice Kingsleigh they are kissing their lips in a very romantic and very beautiful way sincerely sincerely

By the way, this beautiful fanart of theirs is not mine and the credits are not for me but I warn you that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece on DeviantArt