This pseudo-Victorian re-imagining of Alice in Wonderland is an erotic fantasy novel intended for adults who want to find out how deep the rabbit hole goes. Contains: gender transformation, light BDSM, a kinky tea party menage, naughty tentacle vines, machines powered by steam and magic, an eccentric cast of characters, and a happy-for-now otherworldly ending. More
From a world much like our own history...
Alice is a young woman with an adventurous spirit, who feels listless in the confines of her society. Pledged to marry a man she barely knows, she doesn’t want to give up her dreams, or her devious fantasies, just yet. So when an innocuous picnic luncheon takes a turn for the strange, and she spies creatures that are not of her world, her curiosity bids her to follow...
To a new realm of magic and fanciful machines.
Alice finds herself in a bizarre new land where nothing is what it seems. She’s lost and overcome with wonder, and might just find the opportunity to live out her desires. But what will happen when she crosses paths with an exiled wolf-shifter, a cruel queen, and a powerful machine?
This pseudo-Victorian re-imagining of Alice in Wonderland is an erotic fantasy novel intended for adults who want to find out how deep the rabbit hole goes. Contains: gender transformation, light BDSM, a kinky tea party menage, naughty tentacle vines, machines powered by steam and magic, an eccentric cast of characters, and a happy-for-now otherworldly ending.
She turned her head just as the distant lightning lit up the sky. The snag was a vine from the rose hedge, wrapped firmly around her ankle.
Reaching back, she caught the vine in her hand. It was smooth and pliable, but sturdy like rope. And it was strong. She tugged at the tight restraint around her leg. Too strong.
It jerked suddenly and pulled back, dragging her through the soft grass. With a yelp of surprise, she dug her fingers into the moist ground as her dress rolled up past her waist and bunched around her shoulders. I knew I should have worn an undergarment, she thought as the wind picked up, chilling her naked backside.
But that was the least of her worries as her foot rose up in the air, suspended from the vine. The front of her body pressed against the hedge and blood rushed to her head. Her hand brushed the ground, groping desperately in the murky light, but another vine caught her wrist.
She flailed her remaining free arm and leg, straining for some sort of leverage, and more tendrils shot up to capture them both. Then a long snake-like strand wrapped around her waist, holding her tight.
She tried to fight them but her hands became tangled. With a frustrated shout, she hung from the hedge, splayed and unable to move. Straining, she panted from the exertion as a drop of rain caressed the bare skin of her ass. This will be awkward come morning when the grounds keeper finds me.
A stem stretched out to her face and the small rose on the end brushed against her cheek. It was soft like velvet, yet slightly damp. Then it touched her mouth and she felt the petals constrict around her lips with a gentle sucking sensation. It kissed me! She thought with surprise.
Another rose closed over her nipple, its soft, grasping folds teasing her flesh to a taut peak. Her body jerked in shock. Oh God, she thought. Please tell me things aren’t going to get any weirder than they already are.