At the tea party, during the rounds of trading places, Alice finds herself
bewildered and befuddled, and many other sorts of “be” ending in
confusion. The flurry of motion and Alice tripped, landing against the Mad
Hatter. She looked up at him in the moment before he sat back down,
passing out scones, tea, and other nibblets.

Seeing that the Hatter, mad as he was, was possibly the most sane
individual (not to mention the most human) Alice found herself oddly
comforted and climbed up into the Hatter’s lap.

“Why hello there. When did I become a chair?”

“Oh, you’re not really a chair, but….” Alice started, cut off by the
clatter of cups and saucers as the March Hare and Dormouse fussed about
their tea sets. Her big blue eyes stared up at the wild eyed Hatter.

“Oh, well, I do have a place for you to sit. I suppose….but….” the
Hatter stopped, and shouted “CHANGE PLACES!” getting up swiftly, carrying
Alice around to the next place, scrambling over the table and plopping
down in the next chair.

“Oh!” Alice said, flustered. “Is it always this crazy?”

“Crazy? Crazy!? Hardly, little boy.”

“But, I’m not a little boy…”

“Are you now?” the Hatter looked at the small girl on his lap as if
pondering a profound truth. “I suppose we can see about that.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean what do I mean? I’m mad, not mean, little boy,” the
Hatter scoffed, pulling Alice’s dress up a little bit. Sipping tea with
one hand, his other sliding up and down her thigh.

Alice, shocked by the Hatter’s touch, turned red. She was innocent enough
to not realize the Hatter’s intention, but she was old enough to know that
something was out of sorts. The knowledge, if not the realization caused
her stomach to stir and make her squirm on the Hatter’s lap.

“Mr. Hatter?”

“Yes?” The March Hare spoke up, sloshing tea around onto the table, to
which the Hatter threw a hot buttered scone squarely at the furred head of
the disheveled Hare.

“Hmm, it’s raining,” the Hare pondered, pouring tea for the Mouse.

The Hatter looked down at Alice again, his hand slipping up higher under
her skirt. “Here, have some more tea? It is almost after-thimbus.”

Alice gasped as the Hatter’s touch. She could even feel something stir
under her. Wonderland was full of sensations and people she had never felt
before, but there was something strange and real about the Hatter’s
growing girth under her youthful rear.

Moments later, as the March Hare and Dormouse, lost themselves in
reflective puddles of tea and shards of porcelain, the Mad Hatter explored
under Alice’s skirt with the deftness of a hand used to moving about
fabric, the other preoccupied with pouring and drinking tea. Alice herself
was lost in a heady sensation, never been touched before, assaulted on all
senses, even reason at the Hatter’s fingers and thick outline of his
shaft.

Heady, lost in the moment as she was in Wonderland itself, Alice started
to press back against the Hatter’s lap. The rigidity gave her something to
push against as the Hatter’s hand kept exploring her under-skirts.

The sensation sent a bolt up her spine, causing a short gasp to escape her
lips. That gasp caused a small cessation in the clattering tea party. It
only lasted for a moment, before the chaos resumed, causing the Mad Hatter
to look down at Alice. “So, how is a raven like a riding desk?”

“I…don’t….” Alice said, gasping, “Know. Mr. Hatter. Ohhh…”

“Me neither,” the Hatter grinned, pushing his hips up a little to meet
Alice’s fevered grinding. The hand under her skirt on her hip to guide her
along the length of his shaft, rubbing against her firmly.

Soon after, the Hatter was pushed beyond his limit, causing him to hold
Alice’s backside to him, wedging himself up against the creases of her
skirt. His orgasm filled his pants suddenly, the change in sensation
causing Alice to collapse from her first orgasm as well, the small
convulsions shaking her body uncontrollably.

“Me? I am July.”

The wizard smiled as he looked the lithe creature sitting on his floor and smiled.

He crooked his head to look at her. ” July like the month?”

The girl shifted bringing her knees to her chest. “Yes.” She said through barred teeth.

Gabriel, the wizard, could tell she was agitated and afraid. You would be too if you were suddenly in a place you’d never been. July didn’t just stumble upon this strange place., No she was transported here by Gabriel.

“Why am I here?” July growled.

Gabriel continued to look her over, licking his lips contemplating her. She sat staring back at him for a while then she got angrier when he didn’t answer her.

Her spine prickled with rage as she moved to stand.

” Why the hell am I here?” she shouted.

“Shhh. My feisty one.” Gabriel started to walk around July in a tight circle, this made July even more nervous. She continued staring at him her violet eyes seemed to pulsate with a mixture of fear and anger.

“You are here because my magick brought you here.” Gabriel reached out to touch her face

” If your so called magick brought me here, then why didn’t you know who I am?”

“Because I simply conjured a fey I didn’t specify what fey I wanted.”

“You did not conjure me, I have existed in other places than this one.” She stated proudly.

“I have not said I created you merely transported you” Gabriel knelt putting his hands on her knees, July did her best not to flinch as his sweaty palms slid to her thighs.

“You are to be mine.” Gabriel’s mouth twisted into a wicked smile.

July bit her lip. ” I belong to no one.” She sounded defiant

Gabriel moved in just inches from her dark red lips ” you are mine now.”

He kissed her hard. July was unsure of what to do so she went limp against him.

He pulled away and he was laughing. “in time my fiery temptress you will learn to please me.”

July did learn. The wizard taught her just how to please him. Every night there was a lesson. She didn’t really like his lessons but he told her it was her duty. That duty almost made her ill.

“Hello my pretty one.” That was his usual nightly greeting. July rolled over to face the door. The wizard stood there in his fine black robe, she smiled because even though he held July a captive he was still very nice and very understanding of her.

She smiled and pulled back her bed sheet, Gabriel climbed on her bed kneeling next to her.

“How was your day?” he asked stroking her hair in a most tender fashion.

“It was boring I read in the library all day.” She frowned slightly. Gabriel kissed her.

He touched her petal delicate skin; July felt the power he wielded under his skin. It felt like a leopard being kept at bay. She wanted Gabriel to let the leopard loose on her. Only when they were doing ritual magick did he even come close.

Something deep inside her propelled July toward his mouth she met it with her own. Their kiss was like July’s fire magick when left unchecked could burn them.

“July be a good girl.” His eyes swam with visions of her, as she peeled her red lace shift away from her shoulders.

Suddenly she stopped with a sad look on her face. “Gabriel, help me.” Her frown quickly turned into a beautifully wicked smile. Gabriel’s hands quickly freed her of any and all clothing.

“Did you really need help?” he questioned her.

“No.” she kissed him rather roughly.

July woke later to the sound of weeping; it seemed to be coming from the garden. She sat up quickly and bolted from her room leaving Gabriel sleeping peacefully. July flew out to the garden with lighting speed. She looked around the moonlight garden. She saw her. July could not believe her eyes she flew as fast as her wings would allow her.

“Heath!” she called out. The other faerie looked at her old friend.

“July?” Heath sounded so sad. July finally reached her weeping friend taking her into her arms a holding her close. “Oh Heath, I missed you!”

“Where have you been baby?” he asked in between sobs.

“Here.” July was happily covering Heath in kisses not stopping till she found her target. Heath’s lips were soft and delicious like ripe raspberries. “I’ve been here with Gabriel.”

Heath looked confused ” what’s a Gabriel?” July giggled kneeling at Heath’s feet.

“Gabriel, is a man.” She kissed up her legs.

“You’ve gone missing over a man?” Heath melted over July’s touch, giggling as July’s tongue touched her.

July stopped but never moved her mouth “not just a man, a wizard.”

“He knows true magick?” Heath sat looking at a very lust filled fire faerie.

“Yes, he’s very strong.” July nodded. “I can feel his beast.”

“His beast?”

“You know Constellian?” July laid her head in Heath’s lap.

“The felis guardian of our meadows?” Heath looked confused again.

“Yes, I feel one of his leopards when I touch Gabriel.”

“I must see this wizard.”

“I will take you to him.”

The two faeries fluttered arm in arm back into the wizard’s house. Heath looked in wonderment at the wonderful things inside. “Come on.” July pulled her friend along.

Gabriel was sitting up in bed looking rather bewildered

“I’m here.” July called softly.

“Where did you go Queen Mischievous?” his voice was still heavy with sleep.

“Heathen came to find me.” July cooed happily standing near the bed.

Gabriel turned his attention wearily to a blonde faerie whose red orange gossamer seemed to glow dangerously in the moonlight.

Heathen smiled at him, her eyes seemed to burn with curiosity.

“she’s a fire faerie like me.” July pulled Heath into the big four poster bed.

“july hasn’t been seen by any of us in many moons, our queens became worried, so I set out to find her.” Heath stammered as she fell into july and Gabriel.

“whoa July be careful with her.” Gabriel’s heart was pounding as he looked at the two lithe fire faeries to his left. He couldn’t help but fear he had angered the queens in keeping July so long. He hadn’t meant to its just that he grew attached so quickly.

At first glance Gabriel looked mean, but when Heath saw every inch of his face light up with absolute wonder as he looked at them. He was like a small child.