“You're heavy,” I protested with a whisper, and then, to my shock, I realised Cheshire was asleep.
“It’s the catnip,” Shaheen said, pressing an elbow on the table and resting his face in his palm. “Alice, could it be you want to fuck him?” He asked.
“No,” I gasped in immediate denial.
“Oh, Alice,” he sighed in pity, reminding me of Cheshire when I denied it to him. Both seemed far too uncannily adept at understanding I was a liar, even to myself.
“You shouldn’t fuck him,” he said, running his hand up Cheshire’s leg, gently petting him. Cheshire purred louder, nuzzling into my neck and his body shifting a little. I could feel his still hard cock against my thigh. Shaheen kept languidly petting a passed-out Cheshire, making him nuzzle me even more.
“I know I shouldn’t,” I said, a bit annoyed he was telling me what I should or shouldn’t do—even if it was good advice.
“Do you, Alice?” He asked. I tried to look at the dead hare on the ground but couldn’t move with Cheshire on top of me.
Shaheen rose from his chair, his lower half smoothly pushing him closer. My eyes dragged to his caterpillar half, watching the appendages move. It was disastrous Cheshire was on top of me as I grew slick from Shaheen’s peculiar body. I wanted to feel it again, holding me down and spreading me open.
Shaheen’s hand slid up Cheshire’s spine and then buried in the long fur on his head, scratching between his ears. Cheshire purred louder, his cock sliding against my thigh. I felt even more tired as the purr ramped up.
Shaheen smiled down at us, watching as his simple gesture caused a dramatic reaction in two people.
“Stop it,” I murmured, sluggish and tired. He leaned forward and kissed me then, making me moan as his tongue swirled with mine.
“Come to my room after you wake up. When you can get away. I need you,” he said and I heard desperation and desire thick in his whispered words.
“Yes,” I murmured against his mouth as he kissed me more. His hand brushed my thigh, right next to Cheshire’s cock.
“I’m going to fuck you again, Alice,” he said and I whimpered. Cheshire’s ear twitched and my eyes snapped to it.
“I can’t,” I whispered. “I made a deal.”
“You want to, Alice, and Ineedto. Don’t deny us this pleasure,” he rasped. I realised I didn’t care about the consequences. Perhaps…perhaps Cheshire wouldn’t even know. Not unless Shaheen pushed his eggs inside me again. But how could I tell him not to when I wanted him so terribly? When I craved that full feeling of those eggs heavy inside me.
“He said if I have sex with you, I must also have it with him,” I whispered and Shaheen pulled back with a dazzling smile, his all-black eyes sparkling with entertainment.
“How sad he has to rely on how much you wantme, to have a taste of you,” he said with delight.
Shaheen pulled back, scratching Cheshire’s head like a pet cat. There was no way he’d do that when Cheshire was awake. It was ludicrous. And yet he did it now, his hand smoothing down Cheshire’s back before wrapping around his tail and tugging. The purring ramped up and the weight of its relaxation finally brought me to sleep.
The last thing I saw was a gleam in Shaheen’s eyes as if he’d just had some nefarious plan come to mind.
Chapter7
Shaheen
Iwas a monster obsessed. Addicted to Alice. I couldn’t imagine how much more I’d need her with another inhale. My eyes passed over the absinthe. What did I need alcohol for when I would soon be drunk on Alice? Alice with her pretty long, white hair. I’d braid it into two, and let them hang down like long rabbit ears I could tug on to get her closer.
I didn’t question if she would come because the alternative was too difficult to imagine. My Alice not coming to me? No, never. Alice was obsessed with me and that obsession was addictive to a creature like me.
The curtain moved quietly and I saw a flash of soft, white hair come into view. Alice looked over her shoulder, a nervous glint in her eyes—afraid to get caught by the cat. I couldn’t blame her. It was in her nature to fear a predator like him.
Alice took one last shaky breath and then stepped forward, shedding her anxious energy before taking me in. Her eyes lit me on fire. Pale blue thinning for her dilating pupils. Even just the sight of me made her excited. Pretty Alice with her strange desires. I’d make each one of them come true. I’d give her everything and more. And I’d take while I did it. Take her worship, her awe, her pleasure, her need. I’d eat it, inhale it, drink it, smoke it. Alice was a drug I planned to abuse.
“Come forth, Alice,” I said and she did so easily, so eagerly. She stepped closer and dropped to her knees, fingers brushing below my hips to feel my velvety skin. I looked down at her and felt godly from the way she looked at me—touched me.
She leaned forward and pressed her tongue to my slit, a small sound of pleasured relief escaping her as she ran her tongue up its length. I groaned, my head falling back as if I’d taken a hit of something. One of my lower hands pressed into her hair. It was so soft in my hands, like downy fur. I gripped the back of her head and held her to me, demanding her mouth keep worshipping, making her work the slit open with her tongue and whimpers.
Her licks opened me up until she was pressing her mouth to my revealed cock as it pushed from its sheath. Alice’s tongue traversed the ridges, drawing a wet line in looping patterns until she slipped the head past her lips and sucked.
“Oh, Alice,” I groaned as she worked me over with her pretty mouth. I was barely able to keep my eyes open, enjoying the warm, wet eagerness of her mouth.
