Fic: Hunger
Title: Hunger
Author: Snooglez
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters from Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland. I just use them to do my awfully dirty deeds.
Rating: NC-17 for this delicious scoop of dirty ice cream with candy sprinkles of kink.
Pairing: Alice/Mirana
AN: I just felt the need to exploit Mirana’s dark side. (again who knew?)
WARNING: There is blood-play, knives and such. Not to your liking then you probably shouldn’t read. This is also a nearly 4 year old fic that was just a few paragraphs shy of being completed, but I just never finished to ever post it. So it's been on my hard drive collecting dust. It's too good to go to waste! So, enjoy. ;)
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Alice was a clumsy girl and she was beginning to think her Queen had become oddly entranced by it. Mind spun like twine around the thought, assumptions laid against the saturating gaze she would receive from Mirana whenever a shoulder would painfully collide into the structure of doorframe when rounding it incorrectly. Or even when in the castle’s gardens where careful footing amidst tree roots would prevail, the ends of a pointed branch always found the delicate skin of her arm. At these times either bruise or scratch the Queen would still if moving, seize her words if speaking…
For split second Alice noted something before the dissolve of worry fitted justly so on Mirana’s expression, something she could never pin point.
To Alice’s thinking it looked to be as if she were in a trance of sorts.
A simple call of her name always ripped her from whatever gaping void in her mind she had floated away to, but it was still all very strange.
~*~
In spite of the sun’s death, the stars were twinkling happily. It was late and everyone in the castle was in presumed slumber by this hour.
Tonight, the White Queen promised Alice that she would teach her the basics of potions in favor of the younger girl’s admired curiosity. With her usual soft glide and a lingering smile Mirana lead her to the kitchen.
“Alice my dear, would you mind chopping this sea root for me?”
Alice nodded retrieving the stalk of ingredients from her hands and set them on the table securing a knife to carry out the task.
Now, not only was Alice a clumsy girl - she was also very easily distracted. Lately, she quickly realized that Mirana was the sole root of her distractions. Eyes straying from her ministrations for minute seconds they found the White Queen's slender torso stretching over the counter to obtain a few vials of mysterious liquids from a metal rack.
With a smile they trailed to her breasts, and for a moment she indulged herself in the beautiful curvature of them. Even under the guise of the Queen’s dress, they were marvelous and she bit her lip wrestling around with memories of the nights where she had shamelessly exposed them to her view.
Nights like those where sleep remained a trivial thing meant for “silly lonely fools” as Mirana had candidly spoke it to be.
The smirk disappeared promptly when she looked upwards to find it had relocated on Mirana’s lips earning a gentle wag from her poised finger.
All the while still chopping away, there was a painful nick she received courtesy of the blade in hand.
“Ow!” she yelped yanking back her finger. She had missed the damn root entirely. In her peripheral she saw the White Queen idle.
A cry of pain though Mirana too guilty to confess through words, the sound… she could feel it mothering a seed nestled deep inside and felt it sprout, growing to an unmanageable state. Desperately fighting to ignore the sudden onset she turned towards Alice.
“Are you hurt?”
Alice frowned and looked to the tip of her finger. A bit of blood had seeped through the opening of the abrasion. “I’m fine it’s just a small cut.”
Dark brows took inquisitive height, and almost hesitantly the White Queen brought herself closer to Alice’s form. “Not to bother, I am fairly certain I may have something that-”
Alice held up her hand presenting her injury.
When Mirana spotted the red, all air was immediately flushed from her lungs. “You’re bleeding,” she murmured softly.
Her fingers twitched into a full on fidget, an often helpful habit that threw another strong leg beneath her calm to keep it standing. Futile though, as this haze began to coat rational thought.
“Yes, but I’ll be fine,” Alice assured. She was naively unaware of Mirana’s dwindling self control with each fleeting second.
Careful, a gentle hand cradled hers. Struck by wonder she watched the tip of the pricked finger coax near the lush set of darken lips before it. The soft pad of Mirana’s tongue grazed the droplet clean, and Alice saw the small smear of blood stain her tongue before its withdrawal back into her mouth.
The muscles in the White Queen’s jaw moved slight, signifying she had indeed sampled the drop and her lips twisted slowly into a sensual smirk. Still holding her hand she moved to corner the girl against the counter.
Alice swallowed hard the unexpected minimal proximity and mouth dropped slack to bumble on. “I-I don’t… it doesn’t…” Her words came to an immediate halt as the Queen’s tongue began to sensually drive over her extended digit before sliding through her lips. Just like the sharp pain of the cut she realized that those same nerves were also adaptive to the sensation of pleasure, developing a warmth to settle between her thighs. Curiously enough, she found the act irresistibly erotic as she sucked her finger nursing the very substance that was keeping her alive right from the wound.
Releasing her hand Mirana lingered her lips a hairs breadth from Alice’s, observing for any signs of resistance. Alice stilled, the pure heat radiating from the White Queen’s gaze enough to make her tingle all over. Firmly and sudden, lips ground into hers molding their mouths together.
The blonde had no choice but to hold onto her, a bit taken back by the roughness of her usually gentle lover. Mirana’s tongue slipped through her lips, intimately sharing the acrid taste of blood. The victim of clumsy hands before while wielding common sharp objects had left Alice tending lips to various nicked fingers. The taste of her own blood was never a favorable thing. Somehow in this moment Mirana had transformed the taste entirely different, almost sweet on her tongue as the flavor swam over her taste buds.
The mind is a particularly questionable thing.
There was a hand gripping the back of her neck and raven lips whispering against her ear, “I need more of you.” It was true, but for Mirana the notion delved deeper than flesh alone.
Their breathing labored she entrapped Alice’s lips once more in a greedy kiss, devouring her mouth and tugging the girl to the floor.
Alice laid flat on the marbled surface and the Queen followed, comfortably straddling her waist. She wanted so badly to ask what of a lone soul who might wander into the kitchen for a late snack, but all inquiries and thought were muddled by the rapid pace of lips and teeth.
Fingers lost in her long blonde waves Mirana tugged her head to one side to expose her neck. With a soft purr of the faintest moan, her lips pressed tender against the flesh provided.
Skin brought between teeth she bit down on her neck sucking hard. Alice groaned instantly feeling flush all over. Mirana drew back and marveled at the reddened skin, excitement flooding her after thinking about all the stares she knew would become of it the next day.
Alice was hers and if anyone would even do so much as speak a word otherwise this spot on her neck would serve as an absolute reminder. However these things fade. Scars, though diming from each years passing-they do last until a person’s dying breath.
Eyes clouded with a fit of her thoughts, she sat up and reached for what looked like the same knife that had marred the tip of the girl’s finger.
Alice guessed under all those heavenly layers of lipstick the White Queen’s lips were composed of the very nylon material of her stockings because they stretched in a manner that she had known only a familiar purple cat could muster.
Her motives were unclear as of the moment, but knives… well knives cut things that much she was certain of.
“These clothes,” Mirana began. She traced a lazy path amid her chest throughout the satiny fabric of Alice’s navy blue gown. “I promise you won’t need them.”
The smooth metal struck cold on the warmed skin of her stomach as the Queen slid the object under her night gown. Never a match for the razor thin edge, threads separated with ease as she cut and tore at the garment. Frilled ends of her newly split gown flowed limply at her sides, revealing her breasts to the impossibly esurient eyes of her Queen.
A victorious smile greeted Alice when she looked up to Mirana’s face. Its slow fade came when the knife’s tip was brought to her neck. The response was an immediate quickening of her pulse at something so sharp pressing against something so… delicate. They shared a gaze--Mirana’s of dark longing and heat, and Alice’s of complete intrigue.
As the knife grazed her skin she swallowed instinctively causing it to dig just a bit deeper. Mirana’s breaths deepened, transfixed at the skin on the end on the blade and Alice breached a moment of clarity.
“I know what it is you really want,” Alice said fingers winding around her hand. The White Queen swallowed hard stumbling out of her trance. She glanced up to see just in time to see Mirana turn away. She was unable to meet her eyes, slightly embarrassed of herself. Alice’s hand took hold of hers wielding the knife, and she guided the point to touch her skin again.
“You want to make it hurt,” she said steering their hands to slide the tip of the metal between her breasts. Mirana eyes watched on. The edge created a single angry red sliver of scratched flesh causing the pale woman to shiver in delight.
“I trust you.” She was absolute in her answer.
Mirana's relief was immediate, inside elated her lover would grant her the power to feed the very side she struggled to suppress for many years.
Alice figured maybe she should be ashamed of the abuse her body was receiving, but at the hand of the woman she loved in entirety it was more than invigorating to be exploring a side so opposite of what she was used to. Mirana’s lips crashed into hers ever harshly than before, teeth securing her bottom lip and pulled between two black ones to be devoured at their will.
A curtain of white tickled across her chest as Mirana lowered her lips to the side of her ribs lightly tracing over each one before rounding her breast and sucking the nipple hard into her mouth. Alice’s touch was feeble against the back of her head a direct contrast against the force of her demanding more firm ones. The excitement shook Mirana to her core.
Did Alice, really know the length of what she was dealing with here?
Mirana slid down the length of her body nipping every inch of skin touching her lips. Upon meeting the smooth contour of Alice’s hip her teeth were deliberately sharp, promising marks. Alice shivered and lost control of her hips at the bite, a soft whine parting her lips. Pleased with herself Mirana intently watched at the rise and fall of her chest as she struggled to compose her breathing before she continued.
Alice’s legs were parted by her hand, raven lips tending to the inside of her thigh drawing slow hot kisses there. The knife was present on her skin once again and she tensed. Reassuring fingers stroked a thumb on her hip and a soft kiss was placed on her mound through the fabric of her knickers.
Like a bow to a violin Mirana played the knife along the perfect flesh of her thigh creating a simple cut. Alice’s breath hitched, and winced under the heavy sting of separating flesh. Mirana sighed in content watching the warm crimson droplets fall freely to the floor.
So thick. So rich... so red. Her finger tips probed the drops on the floor reveling in the texture, irrevocably drunk from the whole experience. It made her feel good to hurt others, and for the first time in her life she had someone there that didn't make her feel like such a monster. Alice loved her Queen unconditionally, and the notion hadn't become this bright until they touched this moment.
A soothing tongue ran over the stinging angry wound granting her a bit of relief from the pain. More so, she needed relief from the stifling heat and throbbing between her thighs that had doubled or even tripled it intensity after the wound was inflicted.
Giving herself to her Queen like this. Internally, Alice had never been so overflowing with lust.
“Please,” Alice begged. A low and throaty tune of laughter took flight through her ears.
Mirana doubled back up her form and soothed a soft palm against Alice’s flushed cheek. She looked down on her lover intoxicated by her precarious state. Nuzzling her neck she whispered in her ear, “Please what?” She closed her mouth around Alice’s pulse. “Tell me, exactly what you require.”
Her voice was like fire hitting her ear, black fingernails skimming across the sensitive skin along Alice’s inner thigh summoning a shudder from her body.
“Is it this?” Mirana murmured dragging the tip of her finger to toy with the slickness that had pooled between her legs. Her thumb grazed her clit and Alice whimpered, little shocks of pleasure crackling throughout her body. The younger girl bit her lip to fend off the moan in her throat.
Mirana grinned darkly, savoring the response. “All in due time my love.” She was dedicated to prolong her torment as long as achingly possible.
She was trembling as Mirana’s tongue gently swept across her clit only every now and again creating just enough pressure for her to savor before pulling away. Mirana played her tongue along the hardened flesh and then drew it in her mouth. Alice wanted to scream at the new contact feeling ready to burst entirely.
Mirana sucked softly forcing a loud strangled moan from Alice. It was the sweetest torture.
The pleasure was so sharp it was almost painful, her hips twisting and pushing back against Mirana’s gently licking tongue. Mirana turned her gaze up to her lover in awe at the girl writhing so helplessly, her long lovely sinewy frame, muscles appearing taut beneath skin as she moved. Her hand quickly replaced mouth, slipping two nimble fingers inside Alice’s slick tightness.
“You’re beautiful,” Mirana whispered in her ear, giving the girl one long firm stroke. Alice no longer possessed the power to rein her cries, her choked little sounds bleeding into the air. She held Mirana close.
Mirana gasped feeling Alice spasm around her fingers, licking, dragging her lips to her neck to settle where the base of it met shoulder. Still relentless in her thrusting she curled the ends of her fingers upwards stroking against the pulsing flesh. "Aaah! Mirana!" she bellowed. Sensing the blonde would crest, her teeth sank hard into her neck. Alice could no longer withstand this sensory cocktail of pleasure and pain.
She felt like a fragile sheet of glass slipping from reality’s grasp and falling in slow motion onto a hard floor of somewhere amazing beyond the horizon of bliss, splintering into a full blown shatter. She was breaking and Mirana was right there not once revealing an ounce of mercy.
Burying her fingers to the hilt, Mirana held Alice there as her insides wildly spasmed around them.
Alice’s body wound tight as her orgasm sent her careening into mind numbing ecstasy, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure forcing her to submit to its fire. Nails bit into Mirana’s back as she peaked upon the billows of intense delight seemed created only for her.
They collapsed back down onto the bed of torn garments a thin sheen of perspiration glazing their bodies. A kiss unlike all others tonight landed tender above her breast.
“Thank you,” Mirana breathed in satisfaction. "You haven't the slightest what this means to me love."
Alice smiled weakly, vaguely registering the words through the pounding of her heart in her ears. She stroked Mirana's silver strands as she lie there on her bare chest. "I love you."
She could feel Mirana's smile against her breast. "I love you more, dear Alice."
~*~
After a proper dressing, the wound healed marvelously beneath time's hands. Nights under candle lit love making Mirana would run her fingers along the line of raised skin and re live the memory it held.
Alice would gaze searchingly at her Queen, silently asking if she needed more. Mirana would smile and kiss her Champion. Although the longing to tap into her dark side was nearly agonizing, she could only release little by little for relief. Too much at once could very well consume her whole.
To combat this, Alice promised one night out of a year to give herself freely unto Mirana's sadist desires. Those nights they named “The Freeing.”
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I could probably start a new multi chapter story based on “The Freeing”. There are many ways I could go with this, but I don’t know. Depends on my mood. Haha.