Fic: R - Stayne/Alice "Poor Child" - Chapter 1
Summary: During a rainy night Alice decides to go out and retrieve her grandmother’s vase. When she passes the inn she meets none other than Stayne. Stayne/Alice. Dark and Angsty.
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.
AU: Okay, a fair warning now. The following chapter contains lemony goodness. You'll all be warned :P
Poor Child
I:
Annoyed by the sound inside the bar Stayne, the ex-Red Knave, left the inn to get some fresh air.
He stood aside of the building and looked up to see if there was any sign of stars in the sky but the city was too damp and crowded so that only faint traces of smog lingered in the air.
In the distance he could hear light footsteps heading his way and he let his eye settle upon the far frame that was approaching him. The girl didn't seem to notice him yet as she had her head hung and appeared to be looking at the ground in front of her.
'Foolish girl.' Stayne thought to himself. 'To walk out at night like this on her own, it's much too dangerous.'
He had often seen it happen how by evening fall girls would be grabbed by boys and, occasionally, how boys would be grabbed by girls. Iracebeth especially liked to chase tall men during midnight. Which meant Ilosovic wouldn't get any sleep as he had to stay close to her.
'Thank goodness we do not need to be in the same room all of the time.' He thought amused at the ironical hint of his own words. The girl had neared and was now only a stretch away when the light of a lamp shone upon her features. Ilosovic felt his breath catch in his throat and his good eye turned wide.
"Alice?"
The young girl looked up, startled, at the rough voice that had just mentioned her name. She was carrying her grandmother's vase and had ignored her mother's comment to be back before ten. To be more precise, it had been so cozy that she had forgotten about the time until it was already way too late.
She was always too late, wasn't she?
The rain was now less but she was still soaked. The man in front of her eyed her intensely. His dark eye filled with lust.
"It can't be!" She exclaimed and clutched the vase close to her. This man was the last person she had expected to meet ever again.
Stayne could feel how his erection throbbed inside his pants at the sight of Alice. She stood helplessly and a little dumbfounded. She was clutching a vase wrapped in brown paper against her chest. Her cloak and clothing were soaked through and she was wearing boots because of the mud. Her wet hair was plastered against her face like an angel. 'As if by fate.' The ex-knave thought as he remembered the White Queen's word. His obsession. Alice.
He would not let her escape from him again.
With one stride he had closed the distance between them and grabbed her wrist painfully as Alice tried to yank her hand back.
"No." She bit her lip and tried to struggle her hand free from his grip, all the while clutching the vase and being careful not to let it drop. Stayne had noticed the value she put to it and looked deep into her eyes.
"Alice." His hoarse voice threatened and Alice felt as if she had taken another shrink potion again.
"Stayne." She whispered helplessly.
"Let me help you with that." He gently took the vase out of her hand and placed it next to him on the ground, his hand never releasing her wrist. She watched his movements confused and her eyes settled upon her grandmother's vase. At seeing her distraction Stayne seized the opportunity and opened her cloak smoothly. His hand immediately clasped one of her breasts and she gasped, looking at him again with disbelief in her eyes.
"Little Alice." He murmured close to her ear before suckling her earlobe. She tried to move her head and look aside. Her clothes were drained because of the rain making her dress a see through one. For the first time Alice realized why her mother had always been so keen on her wearing a corset. As usual she wasn't wearing one and how the knave looked admiringly down her body sent shivers down her spine.
"Please." Alice whispered to him but he ignored her soft plea and cupped her breast in his colossus hand. His other hand was steadied roughly on her hip as he pulled her close against him and pressed their bodies together so that their pelvises met. Alice could clearly feel the large bulge that was now pressing against her abdomen and she started to panic.
"Please." She begged again but forgot in her distress to mention the word 'stop'. Stayne was now using his tongue as he licked down Alice's collarbone, making her arch up to him, as the pressure of his hand on her breast increased. He let his fingers roughly pluck her erected nipple through the fabric of her dress before his hand went lower and to her ass. He forced her upper chest close to his as his licking ended in a kiss on her lips.
Her eyes spread wide in shock.
Stayne pushed his tongue against her lips, demanding entrance which she wouldn't grant freely. His hand squeezed her butt through her dress and she had to yelp at that, opening her mouth and by that letting the knave's tongue enter her mouth.
He was sucking and rubbing his tongue past hers, forcing her to join him as his tongue brushed past hers. Alice tried to breathe and at the same time to avoid the touch of his tongue against hers by moving her tongue to the other side of her mouth. But his tongue would always follow and she could feel him smirk as he was enjoying her little attempts.
It wasn't her idea to satisfy him! She wanted to dampen his mood! But he took her attempts as an encouragement rather than a protest and she wriggled against him which also aroused him only even more.
Alice was too much focused on the kissing to notice how Stayne had let go of her hip and had unbuttoned his own pants. His erection freely sprung into the air before it was pressed against her belly again.
He guided her against the wall of the inn, never breaking their kiss.
Alice felt the wood of the wall against her back and slowly opened her eyes again but noticed that Stayne had his good eye closed. She wondered if biting his tongue might change his ideas. And when his tongue moved into a central position inside her mouth she decided to bite down. Some blood issued but the knave didn't leave her mouth and Alice had no choice but to drink his blood. Inwardly she cringed.
'That was the stupidest idea ever.'
How she wanted to scream for someone to save her if only he didn't occupy her mouth! Suddenly the alarm bells ringed inside her head as she felt him lift her skirts. His rough hand stroked her sensitive flesh before pulling at her undergarments and pushing them aside. She wondered if her underwear would safe her from his assault or at least buy her enough time for someone to come to her rescue. Alice gasped again when she could feel his finger stroke past her sensitive knob and felt herself getting wet between her legs.
'No.' She thought while Stayne still occupied her mouth, forcing her head to tilt a bit and rest against the wall as he kept kissing her. She didn't want her body to betray her like this.
She wriggled against his touch but he kept stroking her firmly between her legs and she let out a soft moan. She pushed her hands against his chest to push him away and finally he let go of her lips to look into her eyes again, a smirk on his face. His eye was even darker than before and filled with lust.
Alice licked her swollen lips and wanted to ask him to stop or call for help - her little mind hadn't determined yet- when he suddenly took hold of her hips and lifted her against the wall with her legs spread wide.
While supporting her with one of his hands and with the wall behind her he used his free hand to push her knickers aside once more and settled the tip of his penis against her entrance. Alice's eyes grew wide.
"No!" Her voice was trembling and her eyes pleading. "No, please don't."
Stayne's eye sparkled dangerously with lust before he bent forward again to her, his lips crashing on hers again, as he simultaneously thrust forward into her womanhood. Alice cried out against his lips, the kiss muffling her cry, as she felt the man piercing into her and her barrier snap away.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she reached up with her two shaking arms to wrap them around his neck for support. Stayne smiled against her and kept unmoving. He wanted her body to adjust to his before he'd conquer his prize.
He finally broke the kiss and brushed his lips past her neck again. Alice turned her head to the side so that she didn't have to see him.
Her vaginal walls were clenching around him tightly and tried to force him out. But he was so huge and wouldn't move. The actions of her body once again didn't achieve the result she had hoped for because instead of getting rid of the intruder she only managed to arouse him even more and felt him harden inside of her.
It annoyed her and she bit her own swollen lip. She wanted him to get out. She wanted him to do something!
Stayne, whether he caught her hint or whether he felt like he could no longer wait, slowly moved his hips and slid halfway out of her. Alice turned to look at him again at his movement. She felt as if her prayer had been heard and thought he would leave her body.
But then he slammed inside of her again, this time deeper than before and Alice had no other choice but to yelp, earning a pleased grin of Stayne.
"Good girl, Alice." His low voice murmured near her ear. Alice opened her mouth to object but he had moved until only the tip of his penis was still resting inside of her and then he thrust forward again making her moan once more. He grinned as he was pleased with her reaction and quickened his pace. Alice had no choice but to tighten her grip on him for support. Her lower region hurt because of his actions but slowly she became aware of a dull pain in her back which was pressed tightly against the wall of the inn. The pain inside of her was slowly ebbing away and made room for another feeling, something which was building and making her feel warm.
Stayne groaned as he kept pumping her, his hand still supporting her hips. He threw his head back and moaned hoarsely. "Yes, Alice."
The slick sound of their bodies connecting started to be heard as Alice's body responded to Stayne's movements. Alice's mind however refused to comprehend what was going on and had turned blank. She gripped his shoulder tightly when he suddenly hit a sensitive spot inside of her. The reaction making him grin and repeating the motion again. Once more she arched into him and moaned.
Stayne dipped his head and brushed his lips past her neck before suckling her skin hard. It felt as if claiming Alice, or Um, was lifesaving. He wanted everyone to know he had finally claimed his prize.
For all his sufferings he had received the greatest bliss obtainable.
She cried out when her body started to tremble and her walls clamped down on Stayne's member hard. Stayne groaned her name and kept thrusting until he couldn't hold it much longer and finally released his seed. He breathed heavily and let his forehead rest against hers.
Alice looked up to see his closed eye. Her body still trembled slightly from the orgasm. She could feel hot fluids enter her inside and bit back some tears that started to well up in her eyes. For the moment all she could do was watch how Ilosovic Stayne rested against her and in her.
Then, after what seemed like forever he finally opened his eye and looked at her.
Alice couldn't read his expression, but, being used to him as said to be the bad guy and the man who had killed so many families including those of her friends, she feared for the worst.
"You were banished." She was a little shocked at hearing her own voice as a trembling whisper and wondered where her confident self had gone.
Stayne smiled at her. "I still am."
Alice winced as he moved out of her, the sound that accompanied his movement idly reminded her of how connected they had been. She was set upon her own feet again, her back still to the wall, and her eyes darted to the knave's now limp penis. She could see the traces of blood and other bodily fluids on it and quickly looked away. By the sight of his member she suddenly understood why she had difficulties to stand. Her knees were shaking and her core ached and felt sore. He had been too big for her.
As if he could read her mind he chuckled. "Don't worry, Alice, my dear. You fit perfectly."
Alice closed her eyes and brought her shaking hands up to massage her temples. He had neatly dressed himself again and picked up the vase which had belonged to her grandmother.
"Here."
He handed it to her.
At first she just looked at him offering the vase to her. She was too scared that if she would take it she'd immediately drop it because of her shaking hands. Finally she decided to accept it and hugged it close to her chest again. Stayne picked up her cloak and reached around her to place it to cover her shoulders again. His hand brushed past her cheek as he did so and he smiled content at seeing the faint trace of his mark on her neck.
Then he patted her shoulders and bent forward but she winced, afraid that he would do something to her again like kiss her and enter her mouth. Instead he moved to her ear again.
"Whether you are Um or Alice, you're always mine." He growled huskily.
Alice sniffed and tried to restrain her tears. She felt how he held a grip on her shoulders and started to guide her down the street. Each step was painful to her. Stayne noticed it and looked at her with pity in his eyes.
"Come back to me, Alice." He said when they reached the end of the street. It pained Stayne that he couldn't run off with her but she was still soaked and in need of dry clothes. In other words; she needed to go home.
"Come to me."
But Alice, who was now out of his grip, turned to look at him in fear. She backed away from him and when she reached the corner she quickly spun on her heels and hurried home as fast as she could.
Stayne desperately wanted to go after her, and with her, but the curse prevented him from being further away of Iracebeth. He watched Alice disappear from view and swallowed the lump that was in his throat.
'Such a foolish girl. To walk on her own at this time.'
He had seen it happen many times before.
And now he had done it himself.