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The unmistakable sex scent of my prey's filled my home.
It had been some time since I had entertained company. I built this cottage shortly after learning how to manipulate my surroundings. Being so close to the Source made it was easier to create on a grand scale; I had added detail beyond anything I had encountered in Wonderland, and I had the power to make it last. Indeed it was not the home I had lost a lifetime ago, but it was home enough.
My paw found the carpet clothed floor -- sensual, soft, and yielding while thick and comforting at the same time.
"Where are you, little one?" My voice had an edge to it; my hunger was getting the better of me. "I can sense you everywhere. Did you enjoy snooping through my home?" A low growl escaped me. I was not angry; I was strangely glad she had found my simple home captivating enough to divert her attention from the hunt; there was hope there. Perhaps she would not be like the others -- those that only saw a beast.
It was rare for me to entertain, and such diversions had been completely lacking in the last few years. I had hopes that lovely Alice might be willing to assist me in changing this sad state of affairs. I did, after all, enjoy this little visit so far.
"Alice, won't you come out and play?" I knew she was down in my playroom. "I will not harm you; you have my word." I honestly did hope she would come out; I had no intention of harming her. But, in truth, I longed for a gentle touch or a simple human conversation, not one driven by fear of me, pleading as if I was nothing but a mindless ravager of flesh and souls.
"Do you promise?" The faint voice replied from down in my playroom.
"Yes dear, on my honor," I replied, my breath catching in my throat, my hunger for her building as I tried desperately to master it. For some reason, a chat was more important to me than the energy of a hunger-driven coupling. Perhaps loneliness was taking its toll.
"Okay, but will you change back to the woman?" The voice sounded afraid, and I could understand why. My bestial form was... intimidating.
"Yes, my dear, I will." I forced my hunger back down and resumed my human form. Though nude as usual. I then forced myself into something like clothing. "You can come out now."
I waited and heard the sound of bare feet on my steps. Soon she emerged from her hiding place. I gasped at her nudity; it was all I could do to contain my need. She was so beautiful. She wore almost nothing now but a thin strip of fabric that had once been her bloomers. Her right arm held over her chest in an attempt to hide her breasts, but all they succeeded in doing was to press them together and make them more appealing. Her left extended down to cover her dripping center. Her womanly charms now showed the full extent of her arousal. As if the izmit escort fragrance of her sex did not already tell me.
"Come closer, little one." I smiled as warmly as I could; I honestly wanted to make her feel secure and safe, and with me, she would be.
"May," her voice failed, eyes showing fear, as they flicked to the open door. "may I" she seemed as if she would bolt. I resolved to let her; the forest would bring her back. "Have something to wear?" Her eyes left the door and went to the floor. She moved from one foot to the other, showing her discomfort.
"Alright, little one...." I went to my room upstairs so that she thought I had some wardrobe when in reality, I simply willed the simple robe into existence. I watched them form as if some army of invisible spiders wove them out of air. Then returned to her; she had not moved. I stood behind her, holding the robe out. I took the opportunity to observe her beautiful shape, her strong legs that flared to join her full and rounded bottom, up to a narrow waist, all topped by a beautiful small-busted torso decorated with straw-colored hair. "You are lovely, my dear."
I watched her shiver as my fingers lightly touched her while helping her into the gown.
"I am sorry if I frightened you; I did not intend to; however, I must maintain the borders of my realm, or no one will respect them. You do understand, do you not?" My voice was soft, nonthreatening. I could see her fear had returned; I desired to calm her while building her desire.
"I... s...suppose." her voice stuttered either in fear or excitement; they seemed to compete in equal measure. "Please, may I please return home?" She looked over her left shoulder; it was so adorable that I wanted to rip away her remaining clothing and take her. But I restrained myself.
"My dear, please stay with me for tea, then if you wish to return to your old life," I took a deep breath; it was something I did not wish to say, I could feel my loneliness weighing more heavily than I could remember, "I will see you home myself." I took another breath, "This I vow."
Alice knew that Wonderland would hold me to my vow; she relaxed, even smiled.
"Might I have a dress?" She held the flimsy robe tightly around her; it disguised nothing.
"I may have one," I smiled, and this time I created it in her presence, a beautiful frock of the finest silk as I could remember it, with lines and collar to compliment her and a color to match her eyes. "I hope you like it."
"It is beautiful!" She took it, holding it up as if it were a magnificent prize, forgetting her robe, which hinted at the beauty it lightly disguised. "But have you nothing for me to wear under?" She blushed now; I knew the gown would complement her better with nothing.
"It is too warm for undergarments, my dear, izmit anal yapan escort wear the dress, we shall have tea, then if you decide to leave, I will create all the things you require." I bowed as deeply as I recalled gentlemen did when meeting a lovely lady, "Pray use my rooms to change; they are at the top of the stair, I shall prepare tea."
I did as I said I would; I could remember only a little of the traditions I had learned in England; as an American, I cared little for them; they reminded me of the separation from my home more than their novelty made me feel welcome. Nevertheless, I did my best; as I drew more power from the Source, it was weakened, but I was willing to die with it if needs must.
"What do you think?" Alice asked from behind me; I turned and nearly dropped the tray. She was a vision of beauty as well as womanly charms. The dress clung to her, perhaps my need for her had caused my magic to enhance her every curve through the dress, but I was shocked at how comely she looked in so simple a thing.
"You look marvelous, my dear." My voice nearly failed me, "Would you like to take tea here or in the garden?" I waited for her answer, my mind imagining a lovely English garden complete with a gazebo and furnishings for our afternoon tea.
"Here is fine." Her voice sounded unsteady; it did not have the ting of fear in it; no, it had another ring that I was not familiar with, at least not yet. "Your home is so lovely."
I love it myself, "My father and... my mother designed it." I remembered them together; though they never married, they were to me. "We had hoped to build it, but I lost them...." Then, finally, my story came rolling out, my early life, my love, and my loss, then the discovery of the gate.
When I described the shipwreck, I felt my body jolt as I have never felt before; I discovered lovely Alice had taken my hand in hers.
"How awful for you!" Her brow was wrinkled; her eyes held nothing but compassion at my loss; even though hers had been much newer, she still felt sympathy for my tragedy years before hers. I looked into the sky-blue eyes and fell in love. Yet, I also knew that soon I must give her up to her own life, and my heart was so heavy for the sacrifice and certainty of renewed loneliness. I tried my best not to betray my melancholy.
"Oh my dear, you are so sweet, it was a long time ago, and it brought me here to all this...." Although I tried my best to act as if my little queendom, it seemed hollow even to me, a beautiful gilded cage.
Alice was delightful; she listened, became quiet, then told her story, some I knew, the loss of her parents I did not, worse the last few months I knew nothing. The idea that she was forced to marry to receive her legacy!
"This is unjust! izmit yabancı escort How can such a thing be?" My hand gripped hers tightly; she noticed and returned the hold. I was angry, no furious; I had visions of my fully revealed form returning to that wedding and putting an end to it; my rage was righteous; I would gain her inheritance and present it to her on a silver platter! I will...!
My rage died with her smile. I blushed and turned away from her gentle eyes.
We spoke of many things, and time passes pleasantly through to afternoon to evening. I had not realized how much I missed the humble pleasure of a quiet conversation. But all good things must come to an end.
"You have been very gracious, Alice, in keeping me company, I do miss...." I caught my weak and pathetic voice coming perilously close to whining. "You are welcome to return at any time; if you would like to go back, I will show you the way. If you would like," my voice caught, I hoped she did not notice, "you may stay; I could return you home tomorrow, perhaps after breakfast?"
I wished she would accept my offer.
She looked around as the evening shadows were beginning to gather, though there was plenty of light to return in. Nightly shadows would not both me in my return to my hermitage.
"It is getting rather late, isn't it?" She looked around my home, "But where would I sleep?"
Every fiber of my being wished to scream, 'By my side!' however, I said, "In the master bedroom," I blushed again, "I shall sleep outside; there is a couch in the pavilion that is quite comfortable. The weather is wonderful; I shall sleep well. Would you please bolt the door? I will protect you from the world, and the door will protect you from me; you may sleep in comfort and safety."
I moved to the door and was about to leave when Alice took hold of my harm, "Please stay...."
I looked upon this angel in my home; I wavered in my resolve to free her from my isolation, from my gilded prison.
"We are two adult women; there is no need for you to be put out of your bed. I have seen it; it is large enough for" she was looking up into my eyes, her cheeks were scarlet, her scent of need filled my nostrils, and it was all I could do to restrain my desire for her. "For you to sleep away from me."
My voice quavered as I spoke, "My dear, you have seen that I am not wholly human anymore, I have" my voice strained to speak "needs. I have needs that I am not certain I can restrain if I lay with you."
Her soft smile appeared on her lovely face; her eyes smiled as well as she gently brushed stray hairs from my face. "I am not sure I want you to." With her words, my resistance died. I swept her up into my arms, her body light and hot in my arms; her arms draped around my neck, head nestled into my chest, we mounted the steps to my bedroom. Her laughter filling the house; it echoed from the walls of stone that surrounded the glade; it filled the forest beyond with joy and hope.
I carried her through my house triumphant in my quest, and I kicked the bedroom door closed behind us.