Wonderland Wednesday: Chapter Eighteen

Welcome to Wonderland Wednesday. Here’s a very rough draft of Chapter Eighteen of Down the Rabbit Hole: Alice in Shifterland. I’ll have a more polished version up on Wattpad next Wednesday. Enjoy & as always, this story for adults only!

 

Chapter Eighteen

 

Hat reclined on a lumpy mattress with his head resting on Wit’s lap while the rabbit-shifter stroked the prince’s long, dark locks and sung in a low, melodious tone. On the other side of the ship’s cabin, Alice crouched on the floor on her hands and knees, retching into a wooden pail.

“Ugh…again. Aren’t you well-traveled enough to have your sea legs?” Hat scrunched up his nose as she glared at him before crumbling into the fetal position and holding her stomach.

“On luxury liners…yes, but this medieval shit? Ugh…oh, God.” She put her hand over her mouth and pulled her bucket closer, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Wit spared her a second of his attention while continuing to comfort Hat.

“Everything. We’re on this shitty boat because of me.” She sniveled while clutching her stomach.

Hat sighed as he sat up. “Not at all. You didn’t unleash the Jabberwocky.”

“It’s my fault your aunt escaped.” She groaned as the floor seemed to drop from beneath her, leaving her dizzy and though she hadn’t thought it possible, more nauseous.

“Don’t be absurd. The responsibility for that falls squarely on my shoulders.” Hat pointed toward a flask. Wit grabbed the booze and took a swig before handing it over. “I should have executed her from the beginning.”

“She’d still be in the dungeon if you hadn’t been trying to help me.” Alice’s lower lip trembled. Who knows what that diabolical bitch is up to now? She could be plotting all of our deaths.

After swallowing down a large gulp of liquor, Hat shook his head. “That’s on me. Besides, I allowed my anger to overcome me. I wouldn’t allow her any visitors…wouldn’t even allow anyone to speak to her. What else was she going to do but devise a way to escape?”

Wit wrapped his arms around Hat’s waist. “Shh…we caught her accomplice.”

Hat scoffed. “She hypnotized him. He doesn’t remember anything.”

Wit ran a hand through his own nearly white mane. “Are you sure I can’t do anything for you, Princess?”

“Queen,” Hat chuckled after correcting him.

Alice groaned. “Don’t come near me, bunny-boy. I smell like puke.”

Wit’s bottom lip turned under as his expression filled with disgust. “Fair enough, but at least let me call someone in here to empty that slop and clean you up a little.

Alice scooted to the wall before struggling to her feet. “I’ll do it myself.” She grasped the handle and began her unsteady trek toward the door. Her knees wobbled as she reached the exit but before she could unlatch the door a wave of nausea nearly put her on her ass. Wit’s chest pushed against her back as he grabbed her around the waist and took hold of her container. She hadn’t even noticed him get up. “Ew…I don’t want you to.”

He kissed the side of her forehead. “Shh, I’m a servant. It’s what I do, and I actually like taking care of you and Hat. Now come on…let’s dump this over the side of the boat and you can get some air.”

 

Once they were topside, Wit settled Alice on a wooden crate before tossing the contents of her bucket overboard. As he removed his jacket, she looked up at him and offered a weak smile. He placed it around her shoulders before sitting next to her.

As she rested her head on his shoulder, he stroked her silken, blond tresses. Her breasts rose as she filled her lungs with air. The unrelenting ocean air blew their hair in all directions. Wit licked his lip as Alice’s breast reacted to the cool breeze, her nipples tightening and poking out against the fabric of her light blue sundress. He squirmed as his cock twitched and his heart pounded. He wanted her but now wasn’t the time.

“Feeling any better?”

“Just a little. How much longer before we arrive?”

“Last time I spoke with the captain, he said the wind was working in our favor so hopefully not much longer. Your man and his soldiers seem to be getting along okay if that helps.”

As if she’d suddenly remembered she’d brought a handful of outsiders to Shifterland, Alice lifted her head, blinking groggily. “Where’s Davidson?”

“Last time I saw him, he and some of the crew were playing cards.”

She smirked. “They better hold on to their purses. He’s a shark.”

Wit’s put his arm around her, his fingertips pressing against her arm. “You’re not so bad yourself. I’m guessing he taught you.”

She lifted her chin and shrugged. “Who else?” A light sigh escaped her lips as she crossed her arms and hugged herself. “How did I get myself into this?” She tilted her head to meet his gaze. “How did I ever for even a minute delude myself into thinking I could lead anyone into battle or govern a kingdom?”

“No one rules alone. Even the Queen of Hearts, who likes to act as if she’s the top authority on everything, has many advisors. She’d never admit it, but she listens to them. Hat and I will help you as much as you want, but I have a good feeling about you. You’re smarter than you let on, and you’re as tough as nails. I think you’re going to bring a lot more to the party than you ever imagined.”

“I don’t know about all that, but thanks for saying as much.” She snuggled against his chest as he tucked her under his arm and rested his chin on her head.

“For now just try to relax. We’ll be meeting some allies in the Red Kingdom before we travel to your land.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can hardly wait. The royal couple…what are they like?”

“King Reginald is a smart man but sly and ruthless. Stay on your toes around him.”

“I thought my cousin, the Red Queen was the number one.”

“Hmm…Queen Natasha inherited the crown but handed over a lot of power to him when she allowed him the crown matrimonial. Big mistake if you ask me. He’ll be trying to set up a marriage contract between you and one of his sons. Don’t fall for that shit.”

Alice smirked while brushing her fingers over his knee. “Why? Would you be jealous?”

Wit knitted his brow. “You’re damn right I would. You belong to Hat and me.”

She held up her hand in front of her. “I don’t see a ring. Besides what about all the talk about how disgusting monogamy is? Maybe I should add a third stallion to my stable.”

Wit frowned. “Don’t tease me.” He pressed his lips against her temple. “The Red Kingdom is rather patriarchal. A lot of the men there treat their wives and daughters like toys and commodities. I’ve met some of the King’s sons too. Stuck up dicks and not nearly as smart as their father and his brother. I’d hate to see you tied to one of those idiots.”

“Thanks for the warning. Why would the Queen ever give up so much autonomy in such an environment?”

He chuckled. “I’ve actually thought on that very subject quite a bit. I think her upbringing played a part. I doubt she was taught to see herself as a true ruler. Her father was once quoted as saying a female heir is good because a son might turn out stupid. You can’t choose your sons but you can choose your sons-in-law.”

Alice grimaced. “Geez, what an asshole.”

“Indeed.” He rubbed her forearm briskly, shooing away chill-raised hairs.

She rested her head on his shoulder and breathed in the sea air. “I feel a lot better.”

“Good. We won’t be on the water much longer. Let me draw you a bath and ready you for arrival.”

 

The dark, dank cabin walls seemed to breathe in and out as they creaked while the ship rose and fell at the mercy of the temperament of the waves. A nearby lantern provided scant illumination as Alice stretched her legs out in the old, claw-foot Wit had filled with warm water. Her chest heaved as he ran a sponge across her skin, allowing the now tepid liquid to drip down her stomach. She closed her eyes as he slipped his free hand beneath and then grasped her thigh, pulling it away from its mate. His nimble fingers found her sweltering slit and he traced her throbbing folds.

She bit down on her bottom lip. “Mmm.”

“Does it feel good, my Queen?” His bright blue eyes put the ocean’s hue to shame.

In truth, being submerged had muted the sensation. He’d never be able to make her come that way, but he had helped her to relax and her sea sickness had all but subsided. “Thank you for always taking such wonderful care of me.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“Where’s Hat?”

“Getting head from one of his guards.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “Again?”

“Everyone lives to serve the dark prince. They beg him.”

She sighed. “He could say no once in a while.”

“Could you have said no to the Duchess’s pretty cook?”

She pursed her lips into a thin line. “Point taken but in my defense, I was super pissed off at Hat then.”

Wit scolfed. “So? Were you mad at me too?”

She looked off to the side and pursed her lips. “A little. All your rejection left a sting.”

His jaw dropped and he huffed. “I never spurned your affections. I only refused to let you use me to stifle your feeling for Hat.”

She frowned as she mumbled, “Neither of you will ever love me as much as you love each other.”

“What was that?”

She stood. “If I stay in here any longer, I’ll prune.”

After helping her out, Wit unfolded a soft towel and dried her body. “Spread your legs.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Excuse me, dear rabbit?”

“The cabins are too damp and humid for air drying.”

She widened her stance while lifting an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s not just an excuse?”

He slipped behind her before nibbling on her shoulder. “Since when did I need to make up a reason?”

“Ooo,” She squealed as he unexpectantly slipped a lubricated finger up her ass. As two more digits slid inside her pussy, she leaned forward and panted. “You’re full of surprises.”

“Hmm,” he murmured as he trailed kisses down her spine. She trembled while reaching to place her palms against the wall and steady her shaky limbs.

With surgical precision, he pinpointed her sweet spot, palpating it, gently at first but with progressive vigor. Her juices flowed, drenching his fingers and coating her thighs. “Fuck…how are you so good at this?”

He chuckled. “Lots of practice.”

As he removed his finger from her backdoor, she whimpered, immediately mourning the loss of its girth, until she felt his hot breath there. Her eyes widened and she gasped as his tongue traced her puckered opening, his fingers still dancing within her, throttling her g-spot. The pleasure seared her skin and flooded her body with enough electrical current to sparks a lightning storm. She moaned as her nipples hardened into firm peaks and her legs quivered.  His tongue flickered up and down and then back and forth, stimulating her back entrance. The mind-numbing sensations carved away all logic and rational thought until nothing but a dark carnality remained. She clenched as her entire body shook in orgasm, her juices drenching his digits and her thighs. “Ah, ah, ahhh!” Wit pulled back, removing his fingers just before she fell to her knees.

She panted as he held her back against his chest, his arms crossed over her stomach. She turned her head, meeting his gaze and grinning before leaning in and kissing his lips. He pushed into the kiss, his tongue thrusting between her lips and exploring her mouth. She pulled back with a groan. “I should be getting dressed.”

Disappointment colored his expression, but he turned his lips upward into a small, tight smile. “Of course. I’ll be right back with your clothes.”

As soon as he slipped out the door, she cut her eyes toward the floor. “Just stop. I know you’re there, Lewis. I can feel you watching. The cat’s eyes materialized, leering up at her. After his mouth became visible, he grinned.

“You’re the one who told me to keep an eye on the white rabbit.”

“Yeah, I know. I appreciate you finding the exit for me. A girl needs an escape route just in case.”

Lewis’s mouth dropped into a frown. “You mustn’t leave me behind.”

She grinned, raising her brow incredulously. “You’d move to a hell world with me? Aren’t you sweet.” She reached down and he showed her his ears, allowing her to scratch between them. As the door rattled, Lewis disappeared with haste and Alice stood up straight, touching her face guiltily and pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Whoa, that’s a lot of clothing! Are those long white pants underwear?” He held up a long, gown before he placed it over a wooden drying rack and piled the rest on top. “That looks straight out of the middle ages. Is that a fucking corset?”

He grinned. “As I mentioned before, I’m afraid the Royals in the Red Kingdom are a bit old fashion when it comes to females.”

She folded her arms over her chest and shook her head. “That’s serious bullshit. I won’t stand for it.” She tapped her finger against her bottom lip as she stared at the medieval torture device. “Get your sewing kit. Let’s make some modifications.”

He tilted his head. “What do you have in mind?”

“We’ll keep the corset, but only to push my breasts up. I’m not crushing my ribs. And I want that ground-dragging hem raised way up my thighs.”

Wit laughed. “You’ll make quite an entrance. I can hardly wait!”

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