I felt lightheaded after he pulled back. My eyes dragged across his too-wide smile and all his sharp teeth.
“Your gift is a party.”
“Party,” I said with renewed energy, perking up. He chuckled.
“You can have parties every day if they excite you. The party never needs to end in my den. You can have anything, Alice. Dresses, drinks, parties. You can rule over this place as a princess, a shimmering jewel for us all to gawp at. Dance, laugh, and fuck all you want,” he growled out, gripping me tighter. “Anything I can give you I will.” His words seemed too good to be true. Cheshire wanted my body but I was beginning to think he also wanted my soul. There was a glimmer in his eyes, something dangerous in his smile.
This was how he owned people I realised. He found out what they wanted and gave it to them. It was terrifying how easy it was to fall for his trap. To walk right into his jaws and let him gnaw me to the bone.
Cheshire didn’t seem to care about my trepidation, kissing me again, his hands pawing at me and kneading my ass.
“Are you going to fuck me today?” I asked quietly. He hummed darkly, his tongue dragging across his mouth as he pulled me towards the door.
“Let’s party,” was all he said. I eyed the doorknob's face as he pulled me out of the room. It glared at me with concern. Cheshire moved fast and as I looked at the wallpaper I noticed the rabbits on the walls. They were scattered about, running in all directions. A confused bunch not knowing which way was good for them.
The roar of the main room filled the hallway. Cheshire pulled me close, pressing me against the wall before we could slide through the beaded curtain. His mouth dragged over me, his hands bunching my skirt around my hips before he dropped to his knees and pushed his face between my legs. I gasped and whimpered as he ate me yet again. He was always so hungry.
Cheshire was quick, demanding my pleasure on a sudden impulse he seemed unable to control. He pressed me against the wall harder as his tongue flicked quickly. My shoulder blades bit into the wall. I sucked in a sharp breath, grasping at his shoulders.
A low purr rumbled between my legs, vibrating my thighs and rolling across my sex. I felt like a cup of spilt tea, my pleasure a whimpering mess tipping over. My legs gave up on me but that didn’t matter. Cheshire held me hostage to my pleasure, pinning me against the wall with his body, demanding I experience this orgasm with the crowds visible through the spaces in the beaded curtain. I watched bodies move, watched faces to see if their eyes turned this way.
My soft whimpers became loud throaty moans that his tongue worked out of me. His purr made me relaxed as the high rolled on.
“Oh, Cheshire,” I groaned, my fingers finding his pointed ears and rubbing. His purr suddenly increased, his head nuzzling into my cunt as if he wished to bathe in it. Whatever magic his purr had made me feel drugged all of a sudden, my head spinning. He pulled back, licking around his mouth to clean up the taste of me.
Cheshire let me hold on to him, my legs still shaky and weak, as he pushed the beaded curtain open. That’s when it hit me that his actions had been no impulse but something he designed. A way to have me limp in, clutching to him, and my body flushed with a recent orgasm. He wanted people to see me like this. All the bruised handprints and scratches, the little bites, the flushed skin, my legs barely keeping me up.
Faces turned to us and took it in and I was overwhelmed by their eyes.
Chapter11
Alice
We pressed into the party. Cheshire’s claws went into my hair and he dragged me closer. Then he grabbed my jaw and pulled my mouth open wide for him.
He spat his drink in my mouth. Something sweet and mouldy drenched my tongue. Emerald eyes looked into the back of my mouth, watching my throat swallow it down. A devious smile spread over his face.
“Taking your medicine like a good girl, Alice. I’m so proud of you,” he purred, taking another quick gulp from a teacup before pressing his mouth to mine. His tongue dove into my mouth as more of the drink rushed in. I felt like I was drowning for a moment before I swallowed, tasting him and the drink at once.
He growled against my mouth, pushing his fingers into my hair. My face felt hot and my head was starting to spin. Cheshire pulled away and his laughter reached my ears.
Then I was in a crowd of people, their bodies jumping and dancing around me as I spun. I couldn’t see him anymore but felt his eyes on my skin and heard his purr between my legs, quaking in memory.
The room spun with me, faster than I could. I stretched my arms towards the ceiling, seeing the pulsating glow of mushrooms that webbed on the ceiling. They looked like unruly spiderwebs made by drunken arachnids. My eyes followed their lines, noticing for the first time their invasive quality. I’d made the assumption they were encouraged in here but I could see the way they slipped under the planks of the ceiling and squirmed under the wallpaper. It was a growth no one could stop if they wanted to. A force of nature one couldn’t fight.
Flowers twisted from vines and burst open, raining sparkling shiny mint colour down on us to inhale. I held out my tongue and caught them like snow, letting them melt on my tongue and tangle in my hair. I watched it settle on my arms and dance with light.
My eyes drifted to the ceiling and I imagined the veiny mycotic growth inside me, slipping under my own planks and squirming under my wallpaper. I could even feel it moving the longer I thought of it, pressing deeper under the skin, tunnelling its way into my organs, and writhing beneath my eyes.
Nausea roiled in my gut and I dragged my fingernails down my arms, seeing little claws on the tips of my white fingers.
“Alice!” I heard someone call. I twirled around in a dance unable to find the source. All the faces were blurred, wide smiling faces on all of them, looking just like Cheshire. A hundred Cheshires would be quite the conundrum, especially with them all surrounding me.
A laugh bubbled up from my throat then hands grabbed me, encouraging me closer to the stage. They lifted me up on top and I saw a glass, like the ones for holding wine. However, it was bigger than even me, towering up so high they’d set a ladder against the side.
“Swim!” The crowd surged and I smiled as wide as they did, as wide as Cheshire. I pressed my fingers to my cheeks and stumbled to the ladder, climbing to the very top before I fell over into the cup.
The water was pink. It bubbled and fizzed around me as it soaked into my clothes. The fabric clung to me, showing every piece of flesh for everyone to see. They cheered, filling me with delight.
