Fic: R - Stayne/Alice "Poor Child" - Chapter 6

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Fandom: Alice in Wonderland 2010
Rating: R ( M )
Warning: Explicit content, do not read when under 18.
Pairing: Alice / Stayne
Genre: General/Angst/Romance

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except a selfmade replica dress of Alice and a very pink coloured eye patch in the shape of a heart. I don’t think Stayne would want to wear that. Nor would his actor.

AU: Like promised a new chapter to Poor Child. It’s later than planned but also longer than the previous chapters. Warning: This chapter contains lemon. A second author’s note will follow at the end of the chapter. I had to cut the chapter in two for LJ.
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Poor Child

VI:

Alice stepped out of the house and felt how the wind greeted her and started to toy with her hair. She looked around her. The street was quiet and almost deserted.

She could spot one of her neighbours exiting his house as well and greet her. It was a grumpy old man who had strongly disapproved of Alice’s situation. But Alice didn’t care. She took another deep breath. Her mother had convinced her to go out on her own again. This was new to Alice but after a few walks to the greengrocer on her own she had come to understand why the peace was good for her. At first she had not wanted to part from her little girl, now she felt herself grow more and more confident again.

Alice, now a young woman of twenty years old, could not deny the fact that she was happy with her baby. The child had his eyes, but other than that she looked little like her father. Alice was relieved to find that she cared so much about the girl. In her opinion she was almost grateful now for having given birth to the little miracle.

She hummed softly to herself and swung her empty basket from side to side. She only had to fetch some vegetables for dinner this evening. The servants would prepare it. Truth to be told, the Kingsleighs had less servants now than a year ago. Helen had to be careful with how their money was spent now that they had another little mouth to feed.

Alice had wanted to take care of the child herself and had refused any form of maid or nurse that could have helped her with raising the child. No, she was determined that she could do this on her own. With a little bit of help from her family. Her mother had not left her side and had not ceased her support. Margaret had visited several times since the child was born and showed to be a caring aunt.

Alice passed another corner and immediately the feeling hit her of her being watched.

She turned around slowly. Behind her, standing in the shadows of the street, she saw a tall man looming over her. His dark eye was burning and a crooked smile was plastered on his face. Alice took a step backwards.

“Alice.”

Stayne had never been more happy than he was now. It had been a bit over a year since he had last seen his Alice and he had thanked every god - not including Iracebeth who in his mind was above all gods he could think off - that the ex-queen had decided to travel back to this town. She had seen a blonde boy here whom she really fancied. What an excuse to return.

Though Stayne had encouraged her with all his might.

Returning would mean seeing Alice again. Like he was now. The eager expression and lustful gaze betrayed his intentions and Alice wanted to throw her basket to the side and run. Instead she kept staring at him as he advanced on her.

“Stayne.”

“My dear little, Alice.“ He licked his lips and placed one massive hand on her shoulder. She didn’t flinch but her mind was screaming to run from him. “No.” She was already begging him to stop whatever it was that he intended to do with her before he had even made an attempt.

“Alice, you can’t refuse me.” His voice was smooth like honey and ever so soft a whisper that it sent shivers down her spine. His gloved hand caressed her cheek before entangling her hair. His thumb gently stroked the sensitive flesh of her neck and Alice whimpered.

“Stayne, I don’t want this. Not again.” Stayne’s eye showed anger and hurt at her words as he pushed her into another deserted alleyway. His actions reminded Alice of how strong the knave was and how difficult it was to overpower him. Alice knew she couldn’t do it on her own. He was so tall and it was clear that he knew what he wanted. She looked up at him and contemplated what to do. Just like the year before, he took her empty basket and placed it on the ground, next to her feet, before leaning over her to kiss her. His lips brushed past hers smoothly before he started to nip. His hands held her wrists at the sides of her head and pinned against the wall. Once again he had her trapped in a situation that reminded her so much of before that she wanted to cry.

What was wrong with this knave?

She cursed the White Queen for banishing him to her world. If he had still been in Underland none of this would have happened. Or perhaps the queen wasn’t to blame. What if he had escaped on his own?

He claimed her attention by entering her mouth with his tongue and brushing it past hers. Another unwanted battle of their tongues. She could taste the knave and knew instantly that he’d been drinking beer somewhere this day. She brushed her tongue slowly and uncertain against his, earning herself a pleased rumbling sound from the knave. Stayne found himself surprised by Alice’s reaction. Last time she had tried to push him away, now she stayed still under his grip and even responded to his kissing actions.

She wasn’t struggling.

He smiled inwardly.

Did this mean that she had come to accept the fact that she belonged to him? Had she missed him as much as he had missed her? His kissing became more intense and Alice could feel her confidence slip as the tall man pressed against her. Immediately she became aware again of his hardness pressing against her belly. That same organ had entered her before and out of it the seed had come that was now her little daughter. Their child. She deepened the kiss.

When she opened her eyes again she found that the knave still had his eye closed. Her mind was searching for a way out of this situation. Biting him hadn’t helped last time, had it? She pulled her head back but Stayne followed her movement. His tongue was still inside of her mouth as her head now rested against the wall. She had entrapped herself even more this time. Now the knave would think that she was willing as well. ‘Nice action, Alice.’ She scolded herself mentally. The warm feeling pooling inside her abdomen wasn’t welcome either. Her body was once again reacting against her will.

Ilosovic Stayne untangled his hand out of her golden curls again and slowly traced his fingers down her side. He looked at her.

“Alice, help me.”

It wasn’t a question but a demand. He guided her hands to his trousers and looked at her. She looked back at him and wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting of her. Then he forced her hands to his buttons and she caught the idea.

“Stayne,” She breathed but he cut her short.

“Ilosovic.” She blinked at his name, realizing she hadn’t known he had a first name and had always assumed that he was just ‘Stayne’. She was stuttering his name clumsily and came to the conclusion that she had no idea how to write or to pronounce it.

“Ilosovic.” He repeated, as if he were teaching her a lesson like a teacher would to his student. She looked away, but he yanked her hands and she had to look up at him again. She was considering her options to escape. She could scream for help?

His dark eye seemed to penetrate her soul and a foul expression shaded his face within an instant.

“Alice,” Stayne’s voice was dark and rough. It scared Alice.

“Don’t cry for help.” It pained him to see that she was still scared of him and wasn’t about to give in to him as he had wanted her to. Hadn’t she missed him? The girl in front of him moved within his grip. His throbbing erection still painfully restrained within his pants. She was his Alice. He forced her hands onto the buttons and helped her take off his pants.

Alice kept extremely quiet all the while. Her mind was plagued with thoughts of how she did not wanted to go through this all again. But Ilosovic showed her no mercy and made her back up against the wall again. As he was tracing kisses down her neck he fumbled with her dress, opening the top and smirking content against her skin to find out that she wasn’t wearing a corset again. He looked up at her with a smirk. “Good girl, Alice.”

She tried to look away but his smile had her captivated. His gaze moved to her breasts and a pleased grin spread on his face. “Such a pretty girl.” He leaned forward and nuzzled his face between her breasts. “Mine.” He breathed, the sensation making Alice grow wet between her legs.

Ilosovic slowly kissed up her right breast until his mouth had captured her nipple, which he started to suck eagerly. His hand claimed her other breast and he fondled it passionately. The rough squeezes made Alice close her eyes.

‘They seem bigger than last time.’ The knave wondered if she’d perhaps grown a bit since his last visit and leaned backwards to admire her. She still looked the same size.

“Are you done yet?” Alice was now looking downwards. Her voice was a mere whisper. Stayne would have found himself offended if it hadn’t been that the girl was looking flushed, her lips swollen, her nipples hard and her gaze focused on his hardened member.

He trapped the girl by placing one hand against the wall next to her head. She looked up at him as he took off one of his gloves by pulling at it with his teeth. Alice couldn’t deny that the act itself aroused her. His now unclad hand sneaked underneath her skirts and before she knew it he was fondling her sensitive knob. His finger sliding roughly past her wet slit. A low groan escaped from him as he started to chuckle.

“Good girl, Alice. So eager for me.”

Alice whimpered and tried her best to fight the feelings of pleasure that he gave her. She wanted to speak and opened her mouth but no sound came forth. She looked up at him, her face flushed and her own eyes filled with as much lust as that of the ex-knave. How could she deny him? He had been on her mind, always. She was scared of him, partially because he could make her feel this way, and also because of his past and the uncertainty he gave to her future. He had been her enemy and hadn’t shown much consideration when he had pushed her against the wall in Underland. She wasn’t sure of his feelings towards her. But then again she found herself confused as she could feel lust for him. How many nights hadn’t she dreamed that he was next to her side and touched her? A soft moan escaped her lips and he grinned lasciviously. He had her trapped, mentally and physically. There was no way she could escape him.

His hot breath tickled her skin as he prepared to enter her, placing himself in position and kissing the sensitive skin of her neck to distract her. It pained him to see how reluctant she still was. However her body gave all the signs he needed to continue. She would learn to love him, eventually. And only Iracebeth knew how long they’d have the chance to be together. If the ex-queen decided to leave this night, which she probably would, he would have to be without her again for the Red Queen knows how long. This was his only chance for relief. Why wouldn’t she see how he yearned for her?

With one thrust he had buried himself inside of her. The movement had caused for a moan to escape Alice’s lips, who had closed her eyes and found herself surprised to have reacted this way although it didn’t show on her face. She tried to relax but she could feel how her vaginal muscles were squeezing and milking the tall man inside of her. Another moan escaped her lips as he started to thrust inside of her. ‘Next time I wish for a bed. This wall is killing me.’

Stayne gradually increased his pace. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, his lips were parted as he panted heavily while his hands never ceased roaming the milky skin of the luscious creature within his grasp. Another thrust and another. Alice’s body responded extremely well as her juices allowed for the ex-knave to ride her easily. A wonderful feeling of bliss took hold of him again. A feeling only his Alice could give to him. The thrusts got harder and the rhythm faster. He now had to support the girl in his arms. The mewling sounds and moans indicated that she was close and so was he. Just a few more strokes. He could hear Alice whisper.

“Ilosovic.”

She had just said his name.

For the first time she had called him by his name and had pronounced it faultless. It was enough to send him over the edge and with one more stroke he buried himself to the hilt. The tip of his shaft was pressed against the cervix, allowing the sperm to seep easily into Alice’s fertile womb. She gasped at the feel of hot fluids entering her insides like they had more than a year ago. Her eyes opened wide and just in time to see how Stayne’s one eye slowly opened to look at her. A pleased grin on his face as he leaned forward to place a kiss on her head.

The feeling Stayne had at that moment was one described as pure love and admiration. But being the cold knave he was he couldn’t get himself to utter such romantic words. Another sentence slipped from him instead.

“You did well.” He never was one to talk much.