Finally grown-up

I held still for a long moment, letting her accommodate me. The sheer tightness of her grip was incredible, a velvet vice that pulsed around my shaft, trying to reject and accept me at the same time.

"Breathe, Alice," I instructed, my voice a low rumble against her neck.

She took a shuddering breath, her chest rising against mine. Her nipples, hard and pink as sugar candies, grazed the fabric of my coat.

"It's... it's a tight fit," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I feel... stretched thin. Like butter over too much bread."

"That's just the beginning."

I began to move. I pulled back, dragging myself slowly out of her sheath. The friction was intense, a dry-hot drag that turned slick as her body responded with a fresh wave of juices. I watched the point of connection. My veined shaft emerged from her pale, swollen lips, glistening with her essence.

Then I slid back in. Schlick.

Alice let out a moan that was half-whimper, half-wonder. She threw her head back, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat.

"Oh! The friction..." she gasped. "It’s... it’s sparking!"

I set a slow, deliberate pace. I wasn't interested in speed; I was interested in depth. With every thrust, I watched her body react. Her smooth, hairless mound was flushing a deeper red with the impact. Her thighs, pale and slender, quivered on the hard wood of the table.

I looked down at her breasts. As I thrust into her, they bounced gently, the milky-white flesh jiggling with the **** of our connection. The rose-pink areolas were wide, the nipples erect and begging for attention.

"You like the data?" I teased, reaching down to tweak one of her nipples while I bottomed out inside her.

"It's... too much data!" she cried out, her hips bucking up to meet me. "It's overloading the system! I can't... I can't think straight!"

"Good. Stop thinking."

I grabbed her hips, my large hands nearly spanning her entire waist. I pulled her down onto me as I thrust up. The angle deepened the penetration, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl.

"Gods... Ray..." she panted, her eyes rolling back. "You're touching... the very center of me..."

"I told you," I grunted, gritting my teeth against the pleasure of her tightness. "I'm the anchor."

I looked at her face. The calm, analytical Alice was gone. In her place was a woman undone by pleasure. Her mouth was slack, her lips red and swollen. A sheen of sweat made her forehead glisten in the lantern light.

"It's not a riddle," she babbled, her words broken by the rhythm of my hips. "There is... no answer... there is only... this."

I looked down at her pussy again. It was a beautiful sight, the way her small, pink labia were stretched taut around my girth, dragged in and out with every stroke. It was raw, carnal, and incredibly real in a world made of nonsense.

"You're taking it so well," I praised her, speeding up just a fraction.

"I have to..." she sobbed, clutching my arms. "If I don't... I think I might float away..."

"I won't let you float."

I drove into her, harder now, the table creaking rhythmically beneath us. The sound of wet flesh on wet flesh filled the clearing, drowning out the snoring of the Hatter, drowning out the madness.

For the first time in her life, Alice wasn't waiting for something to happen. She was happening. The tea party was officially a disaster zone, and it was magnificent.

With every thrust, the long table shuddered. A stack of saucers near Alice’s head wobbled precariously before crashing down, raining porcelain shards onto the grass below. The Dormouse poked its head out of a teapot, took one look at the primal scene unfolding, and promptly ducked back inside, pulling the lid shut.

I didn't stop. I couldn't. Alice was tighter than any vice, her inner muscles milking me with a ****, untrained greed that was driving me to the edge.

"Wrap your legs," I commanded, my voice guttural.

Alice obeyed blindly. She unhooked her heels from the edge of the table and wrapped her slender legs around my waist. She crossed her ankles behind my back, locking me in. This pulled her pelvis upward, angling her hips so I could grind directly against her clitoris with every deep stroke.

"Oh! Oh, that's... that's cheating!" she cried out, her head thrashing from side to side. "It’s too deep! You're bumping against my heart!"

"I'm claiming it," I growled.

I looked down at the connection. Her pale thighs were clamped around my dark coat. Her entrance was swollen, a deep, angry red, glistening with white foam from the friction. My cock disappeared into her again and again, stretching her impossibly wide.

Her breasts were heaving, slick with sweat. I reached down and squeezed them, my thumbs digging into the soft meat of her flesh. Her nipples were hard points of friction against my palms.

"Say it, Alice," I panted, driving into her. "Are you a little girl?"

"No!" she wailed, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "No! I'm not! I'm... I'm a woman! I'm your woman!"

"And what do women do?"

"They... they take it!" she sobbed, arching her back until her spine cracked. "They take everything!"

The tension in the air snapped. The lanterns seemed to flare brighter.

Alice began to convulse. It wasn't the gentle ripple of before. This was a quake. Her vaginal walls clamped down on me, crushing my shaft. Her toes curled inside her shoes behind my back.

"It's breaking!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the forest. "The answer! I found the answer!"

Her orgasm triggered mine. I couldn't hold back. The sensation of her tight, virgin pussy squeezing the life out of me was too much.

I slammed into her one last time, bottoming out so deep I felt like I touched her soul. I held her there, grinding my hips into hers.

"Take it!" I roared.

I erupted. I pumped wave after wave of hot, thick seed deep into her womb. It was a massive release, fueled by the madness of the world and the purity of her surrender. Alice screamed into my mouth as I kissed her to muffle the sound, her body bucking wildly against me, trying to absorb every drop.

I felt the warmth of my own release flooding her, filling the space I had stretched open. It was the ultimate "filling", the heavy, biological reality she had craved.

We rode out the storm together, locked in a sweaty, **** embrace on a table full of dirty dishes.

Slowly, the convulsions stopped. Alice went limp in my arms, her legs sliding heavily down my back until her heels hit the table again. She lay there, spread-eagled and ruined, her chest rising and falling in ragged hitches.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to see the damage. Semen and juices leaked from her stretched entrance, mixing with the spilled tea on the wood. Her inner thighs were trembling uncontrollably.

She cracked one blue eye open. It was hazy, dazed, and utterly devoid of riddles.

"That..." she whispered, her voice a croak. "That was... certainly not a dream."

"No," I said, leaning down to lick a drop of sweat from her collarbone. "That was the most real thing in this entire world."

Alice smiled—a goofy, slack-jawed smile of pure endorphin bliss.

"I think..." she murmured, closing her eyes again. "I think I've finally grown up."