Page 45 of Ace of Spades

I just needed to live long enough to do it all.

“You will,” Chess said, looking over his shoulder at me.

My eyes snapped open in surprise. A seductive grin played on his lips, and I felt a little throb in my clit.

“I’m of the ether, remember? I can hear your thoughts. And I promise you can handle my cock, just as soon as we find the sword.”

He reached for my hand, his grip firm yet gentle as we navigated through the treacherous labyrinth. Part of me wanted to stop right there in the middle of the path and get on all fours, but we had a job to do, and it wasn’t a blow job or a hand job.

The poisonous leaves and vines that surrounded us were enough to pull me out of my not-so-private fantasies. Hatter called on Chess to become a bridge over a pool of toxic sludge, and then asked him to morph into a barrier against razor-sharp leaves that threatened to slice us to ribbons.

"Is it just me, or are these plants getting more aggressive?" I asked, watching as a particularly nasty-looking thistle flung itself at Chess's makeshift shield.

"Seems so," Hatter replied, his brow furrowed in concentration. "But we're almost there. Just a little further."

I nodded, my confidence growing with each obstacle we conquered. It was as if Wonderland had awakened something within me, a newfound strength and determination that surged through my veins like liquid fire.

“Is it okay if I take the lead for a while?” I asked, stepping forward with purpose. "I think I see a way through."

"Very well," Hatter conceded, his eyes filled with equal parts admiration and concern. "But be careful."

"Always," I promised, a confident smile on my lips as I navigated the trio through the final section of the maze.

Hatter was so protective. I wondered if he was the kind of guy who’d like it if I called him ‘daddy.’ After all, I was pretty good at sitting on his lap while he told me what a good girl I was.

I wondered if he’d still call me a good girl when Chess fed his monster cock into my pussy.

Maybe he’d say it while his dick was in my mouth.

Or my ass.

Fuck! If only!

Suddenly my arm brushed against something that made my skin burn. I looked down to see a nasty looking flower spewing out a cloud of spores.

I gasped and shrieked, getting a lungful of spores that caused searing pain to shoot down my throat. Coughing and choking, I stumbled into another poisonous flower, this time hitting it with my leg. A wave of agony washed over my body.

"Dammit!" I cursed, gritting my teeth as blisters erupted across my skin, each one pulsating with a fiery ache that threatened to drive me insane from the pain.

I wanted to scream, but it hurt too much. If my leg looked this bad, my throat and my lungs were probably the same.

“Oh, Alice! Try not to move,” Hatter ordered, his voice laced with barely-contained panic as he carefully lifted me into his strong arms. “If the blisters pop, they’ll release more of the spores until we’re all covered in them.”

My first instinct was to argue with him that it was too dangerous to risk carrying me anywhere, but he couldn’t care less.

“Take her over there,” Chess instructed, pointing to a place further down the path where a small well had appeared out of nowhere. “We need to wash away the spores before they spread.”

Hatter’s powerful muscles flexed and moved around me, but all I felt was the painful blisters burning my flesh inside and out. My vision was swimming with tears of pain, and I was so distracted that I didn’t realize he’d set me down until I saw him standing above me.

“Hold on, baby. I’ll take care of you,” Hatter promised, determination etched into his handsome features.

“We both will,” said Chess. I loved that he was by my side, although I hated that he wasn’t smiling.

Behind him I could see Hatter walking around the maze, his hands deftly plucking leaves and petals from an assortment of nearby plants. I watched him through the haze of pain as he gathered them into a shallow stone bowl that Chess had conjured. He crushed them using a large round stone, releasing fragrant oils that filled the air with an earthy aroma.

The pain in my lungs flared up like fire, then started to fade away as I breathed in the scented oils.

“Chess, hold her still,” he said, lifting up a handful of the resulting paste. "This should help, but it’s going to feel worse before it feels better.”

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