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Bunny

˗ˏˋloѕт ιɴ dreαмѕ αɴd ѕтαrdυѕт ★ ˎˊ˗
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female   ❖   19   
  institutionalized ❖ schizophrenic  

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Lady of Madness   

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  ♥ Silent and Terrible

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A Devilish Grin
  

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The Impending Clock  

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A Taste of Sanity   
  

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Lost in Insanity  

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Ever Changing  
 
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Tick, tick, tick.
The hours and seconds go by.
Tick, tick, tick.
The patients all sleep where they lie.
Tick, tick, tick.
The keepers all make sure they cry.
Tick, tick, tick.

The dreamer makes sure that they die.

On and on, the night did go, and from her dreams the dark did flow.

It was past midnight when the shadows began to bleed from underneath the door. The lights were off, the patients in their beds. Only the flashlight of the orderly lit the hallway. The schedule said he was patrolling, but they never bothered. All the women at Burnholt Hospital for Mental Health knew better than to walk out of their rooms at night. That was where the monsters lived. No, they only hoped that no one would knocking come that night.

He did not see the shadows as they twisted to life, took on new forms. He did not see the new monsters that were born to eat the old. And no one heard his screams as the shadows ripped him apart, limb by limb, piece by piece. All they left behind was the black spill of blood. And they were not done.

When the morning came, Burnholt was empty. Not a single living creature remained. The doors were torn from their hinges, splashes of crimson and arterial black painted the walls and floors in great gouts. Torn lab coats, pills scattered and crushed, florescent lights hanging half-broken from the ceiling. Yet, there was no flesh. The shadows had eaten all the meat and left nothing edible behind.

Outside, there was only a twisted landscape, the shape of a city underneath. Buildings covered in twisting spikes of thorned ivy. Streets split down the middle as flowers taller than men rose up. Cars crushed under the hooves and claws of beasts. A forest had grown overnight, and in the shadows of the trees lived the beasts. They had done their duty, punished the monsters. Now, the whole world was next.


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Did the why and how of how Aliison ended up at Burnholt Hospital for Mental Health really matter? Institutionalized at sixteen it had been two years of her own personal hell. All of the patients knew or learned in time what really happened when the lights went out. If you wandered you were caught. The one who caught you taught you the lesson. Sometimes, those lessons snuck in.

Evil bled through Burnholt Hospital for Mental Health. From the doctors all the way down.

Dimly she could recall the first day of her incarceration. Stripped of every stitch of clothing. Groping hands washed her and when she was ‘clean’ the Doctor came in. Fingers had slid inside her, roughly. To see if she was.. Intact. The examination needed to be.. Thorough he had panted as he pressed himself against her.

That had been the beginning of her hell and in the tears that spiraled past her, it had not gotten better. The favorite of a select few, she was abused repeatedly. It was during the first week that she had stumbled into Wonderland while clutching Dinah to her chest. Dinah was the last vestiges of her childhood. A stuffed cat whose blue grey fur was worn from years of love. Her sole companion.

Wonderland had been fantastical but as her nightmare grew, the world changed, darkened and became Underland. A mirror of what once was. Whatever had once existed in Wonderland changed and was forgotten until no vestiges remained.


They say shadows need light to exist but when the candle’s flame is extinguished all that is left.. Is darkness.



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Lashes fluttered and her eyes opened with a soft sigh. A female voice had called to her. Pushing herself to sit, she found her room unlike it had been before. She too, had changed. No longer the nightdress she’d gone to sleep in. A pair of shorts with lace along the edge, clung her hips and ass. Stomach bare, her small breasts were cupped in soft lace. Her nipples peaking through slightly. Her long black hair fell in a satin wave down her back. Even with so much skin on display, she felt no fear or confusion. Black thigh highs enclosed her slender legs.

Black stocking feet pressed to the ground as she stood, seeking out the owner of that voice. The fact that Dinah, her only companion, wasn't with her didn’t bother her. She felt oddly safe.


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The sound of heels clicked down the echoing halls of Burnholt. The sound filled every corner of the building, every nook and cranny drowned in it. Step, step, step. It made no sense. But, sense was left behind. It has no purpose here. Allison had been through hell, her dreams and imagination twisted and ravaged while the men who ran this monstrous asylum used her. There had been only a handful of female staff and they were not saints. They did not draw attention to themselves with loud heels and confident steps, afraid that they would be next after the patients. Now, there was a presence, a will that filled these halls.

Even in her little room, now clean and bright, the padding stripped from the walls and replaced with bright blue wallpaper. It was a comfortable place. The first place Allison had ever arrived at in wonderland. The only difference was the door. It was not the wooden cottage door from her early dreams. It was heavy and metal, bolted and buckled to keep the monsters out. The heels echoed louder, like steel ringing on steel until it made the door itself shake. Then, it stopped. And the door began to unlock itself in clanks and clangs. When it finally opened, it was not a doctor or an orderly.

It was the Queen of Hearts, ruler of Underland. The first friend Allison had brought to life, aside from sweet Dinah, who was otherwise engaged.

"Rise and shine, little sunshine. Underland is waiting just for you." The voice was silky and soft, but it rang with power. Because Allison had made the Queen more than a queen. She was a goddess among the monsters in the twisted land.

She wore her most lovely gown, softest red silk wrapped around her chest and shoulders, a dipping neckline showing off how the corested garment pressed her breasts together. It split at the waist, draped down the sides, it gave way to a skirt of crushed velvet. Her face, beautiful beyond measure, was twisted into a tricked little smile. The hearts that adorned her cheeks lifted with it, making her eyes shine bright. Her long, pale legs were in thigh high stockings, a mirror of Allison's own if not for the hearts stitched in. The entire thing was embroidered with playing card motif, spades and clubs on the reds and hearts and diamons on the black. Her heels were bloody red, gore caked on the soles and delicate ribbons around her ankles. And in her hand was a chain, each link in the shape of a heart.

She stepped into the small room and tugged the chain, which went taut, leading up and up. Another hard pull as she stepped in the room and she was followed by her loyal husband, or loyal pet. The King of Hearts, a mountain of a man. Unlike his queen, he wore barely a scrap. His long red hair hung around his shoulders, his lean muscles on displace. He was just as beautiful as the queen, but the smile on his face was malicious, mad. They had once been a loving king and queen. Now, he never spoke a word. The only signs of his royalty were the swathes of ink that covered him. Hearts and swirls across most of his body, dipping under the waistband of his loincloth.

Around his wrists were metal stocks, bound with a heavy lock in the shape of a heart. The chain led up to the collar around his neck. Yet, despite the restraints and his statue, towering even over the taller queen by over a foot, he did not struggle. For he was a loyal pet. The Queen twisted the chain, shortening it until he was pressed against her back. She lifted a hand and stroked his cheek, smiling sweetly before she turned back to Allison.

"You look so pretty, dear Allison. I know this is all so sudden, but I didn't dare to lose Underland's sunshine. We heard what the naughty man said to you. Him, and all his friends, would be coming to visit you. That you should clean up. And we did just that, didn't we? And when they came, we showed them how to behave. Isn't that right, my king?" The Queen leaned up onto her toes and pressed a kiss to the king's chest.

Then, she pulled his chain hard and he grunted, leaning forward. The Queen took another step forward and her heels clicked sharply, a hand reaching out for Allison to take it. And when she finally did, she pulled her close, pressed her face between her breasts as she stroked her hair.

"But, those naughty men won't be back. You let us out, and now the whole city is my kingdom. I worry about my little sunshine. Worry that they won't treat you right. So, now you can live in Underland forever. But, my king was concerned that you might not want to play with us after that they did." The Queen stepped back and caught Allison by the chin, tilting her face up.

"You do want to play with all your friends in Underland still, don't you sweet sunshine?"


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Though the sound of sharp heels sounded through the halls, Allison didn’t flinch. Each echoing step was like a bell and she gave a delighted giggle. Though who made that sound had been forgotten, one detail remained. Safety. It was at odds with the sound, with how it made her door shake, but Allison was not afraid. Not anymore. Lifting her hands above her head she reached for the never ending blue of her ceiling, every vertebrae in her back lengthening and popping until she moaned contently.

As the door stilled, locks and chains falling away her arms lowered and dark, haunted eyes watched as it slowly slid open. Silky and soft, The Queen crooned to her and she watched the Goddess Queen as she slipped into her room. Beautiful, was her Queen, in her dress of red and adorned in suits of cards. Her dark hair was like Allison’s in shade alone, curling gently near her jawline. Hearts, painted on her cheek in red, moved as she smiled down at Allison. Her lips curled with mischief, her play grey eyes dancing. The crown atop her head, told Allison her name even before she could recall it.

Sunshine. Yes, that is what the Queen had called her. A shy, pleased smile curled on her lips. No longer chapped but petal soft and painted a deep black. Each step the Queen took, brought her closer to Allison and though others had fled from the Queen, Allison all but leaned into her. As if her very aura called to her. It mattered not that her lovely heels were coated in gore, for not a single step tarnished the room she had made for her little Sunshine. Her Allison.

A tug of the leash and the king of hearts followed his wife and as he entered, the scent of roses tickled her nose. Curtsying to the Queen, she smiled, the madness playing in her eyes as she giggled again.Though she wore no dress, the movement was displayed as if she did. Invisible skirts held in her fingertips. A bright sound. “Lady,” she crooned to the Queen as she turned to face her once more.

Mention of the men had her face darkening and for a moment, there was a flash of fear. White shone rather than her deep blue eyes. So dark, they were like midnight skies. That fear skittered away with a laugh, unhinged but bright bubbled from her throat. “Behave.behave.behave.behave..” The word was chanted and for a moment that madness gripped her and lower than the word from before came. “Goodgirl” It too was repeated until she flinched upright and anger filled her eyes and her nails bit into her skin. The pain was sharp and bright as the laughs she gave to her Queen freely.

“Promise?” It was a child who asked the Queen. Promise that the men were gone. Promise that they were here. Promise that she was free. Promise. Promise Promise. Anxious eyes watched her and when the Queen’s face softened, if just for a moment, she knew the promise to be true and trembling breath left her. It shuddered from her lungs.

Trusting and innocent she looked up at the Queen and the smile that spilled across her lips was like the namesake the Queen called her. Sunshine. Pulled into her embrace, the scent of roses drowned her, comforted her. Small arms slid around her waist as she buried her head between her breasts. Allison Nuzzled the Goddess’ breasts before pulling away. A gentle, but firm hand caught her chin. No fear as she gazed up into the pale eyes.

Hands behind her back she tilted on one side to look at the king. Her head tilted left and right. Right and left. One step back and then closer. Then another as she approached and retreated. Not afraid, but she played a game. Not teasing, but like a dance. Further and then closer.

Rising on her stocking toes, her smaller body pressed to the Queen’s gown as she reached up and booped the king's nose. “Play with me?” A memory flitting back made her smile again and the tip of one finger slid to the heart that splayed along his chest. “Play with me and make me sing again?”

Cuddling shyly to the Queen’s side she looked up at her. “Oh, pretty please, Lady? Can he make me sing for you?”


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The Queen was a strange and wonderful ruler. She doted on her favorites, on the young women of her kingdom. Perhaps, a long time ago, she had been fair and kind to all. When Underland had still been Wonderland. When their real creator had been less full of hate and rage. Now, she punished not just the wicked, but any who broke her rules. And the very center of it all, the most important rule, was Allison. Never to be harmed. Never tricked or scorned or treated with cruelty. So, when she saw her Sunshine go to those dark places in her mind, the ones that had changed them all, she did not flinch or frown. No, she smiled brighter and inclined her head. Every word was a promise.

The Queen hugged her close, enjoyed the pleasant feeling of skin against skin. Her Sunshine was a curious girl. And when her Allison stood on her toes and booped the King, the Queen could only wrap an arm around her, pulling her close. Everyone was for her Sunshine, anything to get that glowing smile that lit the Underland. And so, the Queen claimed Allison's mouth, their lips a clash of black on black. The kiss was deep and affectionate, but she did not take more. Instead, she pulled away and nudged the tip of her nose against Allison's.

"All of your friends are here to play and make you sing. You might not remember them all, but they want you to go find them. But, my sweet Sunshine has just woken up. Why don't we both play with you? Doesn't that sound lovely?" And with surprisingly strong arms, she hugged Allison tight and lifted her, walking with the smaller woman standing on the tops of her feet and somehow keeping balance.

The chain uncoiled from her hand, but the King followed without question. Instead, it was only that wild smile as mad as Allison's. The King stood for the men of the world, and so the queen had punished him in their place. Yet, he was a good king and kind soul. He knew it was his role and did not hate the Queen or Allison. He loved them all the more. When the Queen spun and sat herself on Allison's simple bed, she pulled the girl into her lap, hugging her tight. And behind her, the king pressed close.

"Now, now, my dear king. Allison is mine as well. Come, Sunshine. Sit in my lap." The Queen purred as she pulled Allison close and made her spin to sit.

It pushed her skirts high, revealing garters and pale thighs. With Allison in her lap, she wrapped one arm tight around her waist. The other took the chain and looped it around Allison's throat. She cooed and purred, hugging Allison like a precious treasure. She pressed a kiss to Allison's hair and whispered with a deep and luscious voice.

"I collected all the others and took them to my palace. There are no naughty men out there, but Underland is a wild place. Are you ready to play with all your friends?" A kiss to her hair again and she gripped the rest of the chain, letting it lay loose around her throat even as the King stepped closer.

While the Queen was soft and sweet, a hard edge underneath, the King existed only to serve now. So, when his hands found Allison's knees, it was a gentle but firm touch. He lifted her legs and opened them wide, draping them over the Queen's. When he leaned in, his kiss was not like the Queen's. It was hungry and claiming. To serve his Queen and to serve Allison. That was all that mattered. So his tongue swept in, sure and greedy, tasting her lips, then her mouth. He kissed her deeper and harder, pressing her back into the Queen, until he extracted a sweet sound from her. Then, he broke away and kissed her jaw, a rumble in his chest as he licked her skin a moment later.

"Such a sweet voice, my Sunshine. Our King wants to taste you. Don't be scared, okay?" Those were the last soft words before the King was unleashed.

His large hands grabbed pretty lace and pulled, fabric tearing like paper as he revealed her pale skin, her lovely lace top splitting down the front. The King would not be sweet and gentle, but he would make her sing like no other.


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Cuddled close to the warmth of her Queen, a broken giggle escaping Allison. When lips pressed to her own, soft and supple Allison sighed. It was a pleased little sound as without being asked, her mouth opened for the Queen. Others would need to ask. Need to be sweet or sweetly wicked to taste her. Not her Queen. No, her sunshine’s mouth opened a fraction and a puffy little pant left her as the queen pulled back, Allison following even as the Queen’s nose brushed her playfully.

Friends? Friends! A faint memory tickled her mind and she made a chirping sound within her throat, a trill of excitement. This too, belonged freely to her Queen. No other could earn it so easily. “Find.” She echoed the Queen, a sage little nod and for a moment, her sunshine was serious.

That seriousness vanished a moment later and Allison leaned against her. “Play.” This word too echoed. Pulled to rest her stocking feet on her heels, her laughter bubbled freely as they walked to her bed. Beds had once been a terrifying thing. A moment of darkness pushed into their world. A flash of memory. A screaming cry as something pushed into her.

A fine tremble went from her head to her toes and for a moment, a whimper caught in her throat. It happened between slipping from her Queen’s heels to being pulled into her lap. The Goddess felt it, that intrusion but it was the king that saw the sunshine known as Allison shatter.

Settling back against the Queen, Allison wrapped her arms around the king’s neck as he pressed close. Sandwiched between them, she was safe. The memory faded and there was only her Queen and her king. Safe. Safe. Safe. When admonished, playfully even, the king pulled back. Hand in the Queen’s she spun on her toes and the last vestiges of her fear and nightmares spun free before she pressed between the Queen’s thighs.

One arm settled along her waist and that chirping trill was heard. Close to the Queen. Held by the Queen. Vibrations purred along her back as the Queen doted on her. Lips pressed to her hair and Allison wiggled, happily. “Yes. Play. Play and sing.” Her head tipped back and her tongue ran along the Queen’s neck. “Will you always hear me sing?” it was a child’s voice that asked. A desperation for even if not near, that her Queen would hear her joy. Hear her sing.

Chained to the king, her eyes turned back to him and her smile now was shyer than before. That chain fell heavy between her breasts and she squirmed in the Queen’s lap as the king leaned in. When his lips captured her own, she sighed. His tongue slipped into her mouth, but only after she allowed, for only the Queen could touch without asking.

Tongues tangled and her hands wrapped around his neck. Hunger filled him and Allison didn’t fight. The king would never hurt her. Needy and desperate he only wanted to make her sing. Her smaller body pressed back into the Queen. Her soft body supported Allison. Reminding her she was safe. No harm could ever come to her. Not so long as the Goddess was there.

Moaning, Allison arched against the king and it was only then, with a rumble of sound did he pull away. Tongue lapped at her skin and another soft sigh left her. Pleased and sweet. “Taste me.” She echoed, her eyes hungry. “Taste me.” This time it was almost as if she begged the king. A squirm of hips and little pants. She needed him. He would make her sing. Make her feel good.

Large hands pulled at the lace of her top and the wet sound earned him another moan. Though she did have breasts like the Queen, they still spilled from the lace. Barely a handful, they were as pale as the rest of Allison. Her nipples, a dusky pink arched against the cooler air. The chain rested between the valley of her breasts. A hand rose and pulled at it, a demand.

“Make me sing, sweet king.”

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Held close, protected, the Queen could relax with Allison in her arms. It was a reminder that they were in the Underland now, Allison's world. However, there were always dangers. When that flash of darkness rose, it pressed against their world like a knife against silk. All it would take was a hard enough push and the darkness would spill in. The Queen could protect Allison from all of Underland, but their Sunshine could change the rules, even if she did not mean to. So, she hugged her close, tried to make the darkness pass. And as a reward, a little tongue slid against her neck.

That made the Queen moan. She loved her Sunshine, and that lick was a hundred volts of pleasure down her spine. Even better, the sweet sighs from Allison's lips, the moans her king could coax out of her, it went right to the Queen's core, lit a flame that only Allison could stoke. The center of their whole world, her need was everyone's demand. It was just that Allison did not always know what she needed. So, while they kissed and moaned, while Allison enjoyed, the Queen whispered to her.

"So pretty. I love your song. And I love my chain around your neck. All mine, my little Sunshine. I'll always listen to you singing." Slender fingers slid up and down along Allison's ribs, dangerously close to those perky little breasts, but never touching.

The King, though, had been told what to do. He was bound to Queen and Sunshine. So, he dropped low, onto his knees. Even like this, he was so tall that he was eye level with those perfect nipples. Opening his mouth, he extended that clever tongue that had coaxed moans from her. It ran along her nipple in one long stroke, never veering from that little peak until it flicked at the very tip. Then, he was wrapping his mouth around it, sucking it and playing with it. The whole time, he made pleased rumbles, enjoying his task even with his hands bound. He had ripped her shirt out of necessity the manacles keeping them useless.

Meanwhile, the Queen was thinking ahead, fingers just as clever as the King's tongue. They slid down to Allison's shorts, unbuttoning them. One slipped under the waistband, plunging under her panties. A single finger stroked along her petals, feeling the heat and desire. The other moved behind her, finding the Queen's own lacy underwear and sliding inside as well. She kissed Allison's head and purred with pleasure.

"We match, little Sunshine. Watching the King please you, hearing your voice... it pleases me as well." The arousal dripped in her voice, both hands stroking the women to the same rhythm.

The King seemed pleased to hear it, biting her pale skin with greedy teeth before working his way down. He wanted to taste, but there was so much more left to try. Luckily, his bound hands did not complicate things this time. He gripped the waist of her shorts on both sides of her slender hips and pulled them down, lifting Allison's legs into the air. Still, the Queen stroked over her petals with that single finger, slow and teasing. It was sticky with her need, but the Queen never focused on the little spot that would truly make Allison sing. Not until the King knelt close and opened his mouth.

Then, the Queen sank that finger in, covering it in Allison's sweet honey. She pumped it back and forth only a few times before extending it. Like a good pet, the King took that finger in his mouth and sucked it clean, rumbling with delight. Without delay, he went to the source, his mouth covering her entire little pussy with ease. And his tongue stroked long and slow, exploring Allison's taste thoroughly.

He dipped it inside, plunging deep to drink her up, then dragged it up to her clit and lavished it with rough pressed of his tongue. The King was not trying to bring her to climax, but he never slowed, never gave her a break. And behind her, the Queen was breathing faster, fingers working deep inside herself as she watched Allison be spread open and devoured.

"Sunshine, I want my king inside of you. I want to hear to do more than sing. Moan for me. Scream for me. Let me hear how good we can make you feel."

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The Goddess off her world bent to only one. Her sunshine. Her sunshine though was oblivious. For she belonged to her Queen. Sweet lips told her that her song was pretty. She sang it for the Goddess Queen. The one who promised to always hear her song. That pleased Allison. Even if they were not together, she would hear her. Know that her friends made her sing.

On his knees before her, the tug of his chain pulled him closer, even as the Queen’s nails ran along her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Allison had never sung for the monsters. No, her sweet lullaby was for the Queen and her friends. So when the king’s tongue lapped at her nipple, Allison moaned. Low and eager. A hand slid into his hair. Red as the heart she’d traced, her fingers tightening, holding him to her breast as he sucked. Teeth and tongue rolled over her nipple until it ached. His pleased rumbled vibrated along her skin to her core.

One delicate hand slipped down her stomach and into her lacy shorts. The button opened, gaping slightly. Slipping beneath her satin panties the tip of one slender finger ran along her slit. Wetness coated the Queen’s finger tip and Allison moaned, this time not from the king and his clever tongue, but from her Goddess’ touch. She felt the hand behind her and felt as her Queen stroked them in tandem.

Sweet panting gave way to sweet little moans. To match her Queen? Bliss. To have her Queen touch her? Heaven. Rough hands pulled her shorts and panties down. Her legs lifted up to remove the offending garments. Her queen touched her still and Allison trembled in her arms when the king knelt, as if begging for a treat. Legs splayed wide for her Queen she moaned, a lusty little sound as the Queen dipped her finger into her. It came back, glistening with honey and she watched, hungrily as the king licked his Queen’s finger clean.

Licked clean the king dipped his head, mouth covering her aching cunt. Allison let her head fall back against the Queen’s breasts. His strong tongue lapped at her petals, exploring her. It was when he dipped his tongue inside her that her song sharpened into a cry. When the clever king’s tongue touched her clit, the hands found his hair again, holding him to the sensitive little nub as she pressed into his mouth, her back pressing into her Goddess. Moaning for her.

A catch of breath, her Queen nearly panting behind her. She could feel how the Queen stroked herself, eagerly. Legs draped on either side of the Queens, legs spread wide while she ground herself into the king’s face.

It was the Queen’s request that had her hands loosening in his long hair. Once, she had been afraid of anyone being inside her. Now though, no fear came and the mention of it did drag her nightmares forward. Her Queen would keep her safe and the king? The king would make her scream.

A hand stroked his hair and she tipped his face, glistening with her honey. “Make me moan and scream?” Though she could have demanded it of him, her request was sweet as sin. She asked him. “Make me feel good?”

The monsters had never made her feel good. She remembered the king buried inside her. Remembered crying for him and her Queen. A hand stroked his sticky cheek. “I ache, make it better?” How could one deny Underworld’s sunshine, when she asked so sweetly to be fucked?

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Her Sunshine loved that she pleased her queen, just as the Queen loved that she could give Allison this pleasure. Chasing away the nightmares was why they existed, though time and pain had turned them wicked as well. To take all the hurt and pain and change it. Where those men had left suffering, the Queen and her citizens would leave good memories. Show her that not everyone would hurt like they did, that there was pleasure to be found in others. When Allison had created them, it was only to distract, but they have come alive, learned their own lessons. Now, they would protect Allison from everyone. Even herself.

And the sweet moans were sending King and Queen to the brink of their own sanity. Allison's head between her breasts, such sounds of delight in her throat, the Queen was being merciless with herself, hips grinding as she worked her fingers deeper, curled them to touch all those amazing places. The King was feasting, tasting Allison in every way he could. Had she not tugged him away, he would have stayed for hours, lapping and sucking until Allison was unable to speak or move. His own needs meant nothing, even as he strained against his simple clothing.

When she finally tipped his face up, made her request, he grinned at her with a devil's delight. Graceful as a cat, the King stood and took a step forward, taking the space between the spread legs of the two women who owned him. However, he was still bound and chained, understood the rules even as his length lifted the loincloth from how badly he wanted to obey. No, it was the Queen who moved things forward. The hand not currently giving her pleasure reached put and tugged the knot on the side of the waistband, letting it fall away.

"Oh, my kindly king... See how much he desires you, Sunshine? He aches just like you. Needs you. But, he is so big and my Sunshine so small. We need to make sure he fits." Her breathing still hot and gasping, she finally slipped that hand from her panties.

The Queen reached forward with both hands, wrapping them around the King's aching cock. There was a deep groan from his chest, the primal sounds the only ones he had left. One hand gripped his base, holding him so Allison could watch. The other, shining with the Queen's honey, stroked over the head, combining her lust with the beads of precum that dripped from the King, until he was shining with wetness. Satisfied, one hand returned to Allison, this time between her thighs.

The Queen found those sweet little petals and used two fingers to spread them, gasping softly at how wet her Sunshine was, how hot. The King lifted his arms and put them behind the Queen's back, locking them all in an embrace as he moved even closer, so near that his mass towered over them and his glistening cock, covered in his Queen's honey, was close enough to touch her skin. None of them wanted to wait, though. They had all played games too long. The King had permission and his Queen guided him as his hips moved forward.


The moment his swollen head pressed against Allison, the King groaned again, head falling back and eyes closing tight. The Queen did not stop, though. She pulled him closer and closer, made him push against that tight entrance until his tip stretched and stretched Allison, then plunged inside. So big was the King that he had to nearly force himself inside. So, when he finally entered her, he sank deep. A third of that absurdly big cock disappeared into Allison and the King rumbled like thunder with the pleasure.

"Gods, my little Sunshine. Feeling him stretch you is making me come undone." The Queen's voice had changed again. Sweet and silky, still, but so hungry, almost a whimper as the King slid between her fingers.

Her hand slid upward then, pressing against Allison's belly as the King was let off the leash, in words at least. He pushed deeper, held both women in his strong arms as he pressed himself against Allison, pushed her back into his Queen. He held Allison's face against his chest and worked his hips back and forth, each slick sound accompanied by his cock going even deeper. It should have never worked. He should have split their Sunshine in half. Yet, in the end, he was completely buried inside.

"Fuck..." The Queen swore against Allison's ear, her other hand rising up to find the bodice of her gown and tug at it until hard nipples and soft breasts were pressed against Allison's back. "How does my king feel, Sunshine? Are you ready to scream for him?"

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