This didn’t feel like the meeting between a bought worker and their client. This felt too sloppy for that—too unfocused—and he seemed much too lost in his own pleasure.
“You should have wandered into my part of Wonderland much sooner,” he panted in my ear. We were pressed so tight his body ground against my clit as he thrust. I unravelled as he attempted to ask me what took me so long to find him. Why I hadn’t stumbled into his lair before.
Pleasure crashed into me. My body strained beneath him, tight and hot and he lost his words.
He cradled the back of my head, bringing my mouth to his ear so he could hear my cries of pleasure against him. A shudder rolled over him, his breath coming out in measured, powerful puffs.
“You sound like heaven,” he tried to say, his words interrupted by sounds of pleasure escaping him. Pressure built inside me and he sucked in a breath of shock.
“Fuck,” he complained in a gravely voice. I squirmed, the pressure was nearly too much.
“Caterpillar,” I whined, trying to wiggle away. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Arms and feet went around me, pressing me into his body to keep me from escaping.
“Don’t,” he said in a strained voice. “Oh, Alice. Oh,” he groaned. Something happened inside me. I sucked in a sharp breath. The tip of him felt like it was exploding open.
“Shh,” he hushed me, lips pressing into my forehead. “I’m sorry.”
“What’s happening?” I asked but he couldn’t talk as he came. He gripped my face with two hands, his lips pressing into my head over and over with tenderness. His sounds weren’t dignified at all, they were deep, rumbling groans that pierced my chest and buried in my core.
“It’s going to be okay, my Alice,” he said with a strained voice. I felt something filling me up.
“Shaheen?”
“My eggs,” he groaned in bliss. “You’re going to take them, Alice.” A second thing was pushed inside me, then a third and fourth. I felt so full and stretched that I whimpered in discomfort. I gripped his back, my fingers digging in.
“Oh, pretty Alice. You most definitely lost your way when you found me amongst the mushrooms.” I realised his cock head had indeed opened up. I could feel it wide inside as he forced his eggs in me.
“No more,” I whined.
“Shhh. Hush, there are no more,” he said, catching his breath. I realised we were trapped together, some part of him had changed to make us unable to move.
Caterpillar noticed my concern and went to work subduing me with touch, sweeping his multiple hands over my body tenderly, slowly. Fingers ran across my chest, playing at my nipples. He found my ear and sucked on the lobe, groaning a little. Caterpillar’s many legs massaged my body, relaxing me into a pacified state then his practised hands found their way between my legs, gently coaxing more pleasure from my over-sensitive body.
The sensation of fullness began to feel good, instead of concerning. It felt right. It felt like maybe this is why I really came here even though I hadn’t even known something like this could happen—a belly full of his eggs. I relaxed all my muscles and writhed beneath him, moaning as he pulled another orgasm from me, knowing just how much to touch and exactly where to rub and slide.
When I was spent, he began to pop his ridged cock back out of me, one round bump at a time. I shivered with each one that pulled out.
“You shouldn’t have come to Cheshire’s Den tonight,” he said with a lazy sigh. He finally pulled all the way out but then his long fingers replaced his cock, pressing as far back as they could go. I grabbed his wrists and looked at him with wide eyes.
“They're deep,” he finally said, pulling his hand back out. He crawled up my body and held my face in his hands. He hummed as he looked at my flushed cheeks.
“What’s going to happen?” I asked, worry lacing my voice.
“Don’t worry, my sweet Alice. They aren’t fertilised,” he gave me a teasing smile, entertained with my concern. His eyes swept my face.
“Does this always happen?” I asked. His black eyes settled on me, a look of confusion passing over his features for the briefest second and then gone again.
“Not with anyone else,” he said. I sucked in a breath and felt warm again. The pheromones weren’t in my system anymore though. No, this was warmth from his words. From being special. I hadn’t been sure if it was just an act before—giving the customer what they paid for.
“Never?” I asked, looking into his eyes.
“Is there an echo?” He asked and I glared at him. Still though, I could see the kindness in his eyes. Could feel it with the touches his hands still gave my body—sweeping caresses. I lifted my head and kissed him. Our lips pressed together sweetly. When I pulled back he cleared his throat and looked away.
“Those eggs will come out on their own within a day. You might have to walk with your legs pressed tight together or you’ll be dropping them all over Wonderland.” Then he moved off me. He leaned back lazily and watched me as I dressed, taking long pulls off his hookah after replacing the shisha with his normal flavour. The rings that he shot out of his mouth were shaped oddly, almost more like hearts.
“Whatever you do, don’t tell Cheshire.”
“Why?” I asked. I could guess but rather ask for full clarity.
