“You made catnip scones,” Cheshire said to Hatter. Her eyes flicked up and she nodded.
“You like them so much,” she said, a devious smile curling up her face. His eyes narrowed at her. There was so much tension at this table I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
A wet nose tickled my skin and I jerked. A cup tumbled over and hot tea slid down my body making me groan. Hare pulled back with a cucumber sandwich in his nervous hands.
Cheshire suddenly reached out and snatched up a scone. He inhaled the smell with a delighted sigh.
“I wanted to discuss something,” he said but then he took a large bite of the scone and the groan that left him rattled me to my core. Half the fruit tarts and sandwiches slid off me as I squirmed in response.
Shaheen’s eyes flew to me in shock, widening as I reacted to Cheshire’s noise of pleasure. Cheshire was already grabbing another scone, one in each hand, shoving them in his mouth like he was a moment from starving.
“Well, I suppose the discussion can wait,” Mad Hatter said, tossing the rest of her tea over her shoulder. Cheshire kept reaching for scones, his fingers brushing my cunt as he snatched them up, making me bite back whimpers and squirm.
March Hare poured himself a cup of tea from the teapot on the table and drank it greedily. A moment later he made a rasping noise and grabbed at his throat. Mad Hatter looked wide-eyed at the choking March Hare.
I sat there with wide eyes as the hare leapt from the table, his eyes bulging from his head. Pink foam bubbled up his throat and slid from his gaping mouth.
“Is someone going to do anything?” I asked, not moving either.
“Table clothes don’t talk!” They all shrilled and yelled in their various crazed voices all at once. My teeth snapped together, and my eyes widened. A gurgled wheeze turned into a high-pitched wail of pain. My nails dug into the table as I watched, hoping the inevitable wouldn’t happen.
The four-foot hare finally fell over, his body stiff but jerking around wildly—his animal legs kicking, his long brown ears twitching. Another squeal of pain and then it all stopped.
My god, March Hare was dead and I think it was the tea. Cheshire really was a murderer. Mad Hatter leaned over, snatched up the teapot, and lifted the top off. She pulled out a dead dormouse and flung it towards the trees with a sharp yell as if it was venomous.
Shaheen continued drinking his absinthe with a little smile. The Queen of Hearts made a noise of disgust and pushed her untouched cup of tea away with a frown. Mad Hatter looked around with a grimace, clutching her stomach. She’d had a sip. Was a sip enough to kill? No, she’d already be dead.
“Guess he couldn’t handle the tea,” Cheshire said before shoving another scone in his mouth. An entertained laugh burst from Shaheen, startling me.
“You always make these interesting,” he said, almost in affection.Interesting?
Finally, Hatter leapt up and ran off, pulling at her red curls as she went. No one paid her any notice.
Cheshire’s pupils were dilated as he reached for another scone but his fingers dug between my thighs with no success. He jerked up from his seat and spread my thighs wider. The rest of the food and china on me toppled all off.
Cheshire looked around as if a scone may pop right out of my cunt for him to devour. He gave a frustrated grunt and then climbed on the table and began licking crumbs off me in front of everyone. His long, rough tongue dragged over my inner thighs and everyone directed their attention to me unsuccessfully biting back whimpers as my nails dragged lines in the wood table.
His licking drew high up my leg until I felt his breath directly between my legs. Shaheen looked shocked to see me turned on by Cheshire and yet there was no way I could hide it. I was naked on the table. I was the tablecloth.
And then I felt Cheshire’s tongue run up my centre and I cried out, my back arching as he thoroughly explored the area for crumbs. He pushed his tongue inside me, searching out possible leftover morsels. I whimpered behind my closed lips.
He moved up, trailing over my clit. I sucked in a breath and bucked. He kept going, over my pelvis and on, until he was lapping up the cream in my belly button—one languid lick at a time.
Shaheen’s lips peeled back from his teeth as they ground together. A fiery rage burned in his eyes. Two of his hands reached out for Cheshire as if he meant to pull him off. Cheshire must have sensed it because he turned his head towards him with a smile and waited.
Shaheen’s eyes widened and he pulled his hands back, staring at them in confusion as if not knowing what had come over him.
“I have to go,” the Queen of Hearts said in annoyance, standing from the table. “Thank you for thetea,” she bit out the last word with anger. Cheshire afforded her a small grunt before dipping his head back down to lick up what was left of the cream. Which, there wasn’t much and so he was chasing the flavour on my skin with his rough tongue as I tried to restrain my reaction.
Cheshire crawled up my body further, his hard cock bobbing above me until his eyes were even with mine. His palms pressed into the table on either side of me as he smiled down. I could see the crooked, twisting branches of trees behind his head and the sky that was a little too teal for normalcy.
I wasn’t sure what he was going to say. I didn’t think it would be good.
“You are the most beautiful tablecloth I’ve ever had,” he said with a warm voice, his eyes strangely soft. It knocked the breath out of me. My cheeks flushed, my eyes widened, and my heart beat rapidly in my chest.
“What?” I whispered. How stupid was I for feeling this way when being complimented as an inanimate object?
Cheshire draped himself on top of me, his cheek smoothing over mine. I felt a rumble in his chest before a loud purr reached my ears. My body suddenly went slack, my eyes going half-lidded. Calmness washed over me and I thought I might drift asleep as his purr rumbled between our bodies. The sky grew more and more teal until it was green.
