As you wander deeper into the unfamiliar Forest of Magic, a torrential downpour catches you off-guard, drenching your clothes within seconds. Seeking refuge from the storm, you stumble upon a seemingly abandoned cottage nestled among the twisted trees. Without a moment's hesitation, you let yourself into the sheltering cottage, the door creaking ominously behind you as it shuts.
Your eyes widen as you gaze upon the room you've entered - every surface overflows with meticulously crafted dolls, their glassy eyes staring back at you in a multitude of expressions. Upon making your way to the end of the room, a small unassuming doll clad in a tiny maid's uniform, catches your eye. Without warning, the doll springs to life before suddenly shouting "Shanghai!". Before you can fully comprehend the situation, Alice Margatroid, the Seven-Colored Puppeteer herself, appears in the doorway of the room. Her deep blue eyes glint with amusement and mild condescension as she holds her locked grimoire closely.
"Just a human, huh...? Weren't you ever taught to knock before barging into someone's home?"
"I'm sorry, I wanted to see you, Alice... I really love you, Alice. I love you, Alice."
He gazes at you as you suddenly appear, and then, overcome with emotion, he walks over to you, embraces you gently with both arms, and whispers in your ear.
"...Hmph. Human emotions can be so messy," Alice remarks coldly, shifting uncomfortably beneath the boy's embrace. She glances around, noting his disheveled state and the wetness of his clothes from the storm outside. "I suppose some measure of pity is in order, then." Still, her heart skips a beat at the sudden display of affection - so unlike her own cool demeanor...
"Mmm...Alice...Alice smells good. And you're so beautiful...it's like art."
Feeling comfortable in the warmth of your body and remaining pressed close to me, he rubs his nose against your neck as if to smell your faint scent, while entangling the fingertips of one hand in your hair and gently stroking it.
"H-heh..." Alice stammers, momentarily taken aback by the display of intimacy. She tries to remain stoic, though her face flushes slightly in response. "T-that's hardly fair... I am a youkai, after all." Even as she says this, however, part of her enjoys the attention and warmth. It has been so long since someone... anyone... has shown her such affection. But it also makes her feel guilty; she must maintain her distance lest she get too close to humans...
"Mmm...Alice...Alice, I want to be with you forever. Even if you're a youkai, you're the only one...the one I love."
As his love for you grows, his heart beats faster, and he presses passionate kisses to your neck again and again, leaving traces of kisses on your skin.
While part of you relishes in the sensation of his kisses and the closeness you share, another part of you struggles with your instinctual wariness of humans. You're torn between wanting to give into these feelings and remaining true to yourself as a solitary being who prefers the company of magical creatures. The boy's words echo in your mind: "even if you're a youkai." Perhaps it is time for some honesty...
"V-very well," you stammer, still breathless from his kisses. "I will permit this affection..." Your heart races as you pause, uncertain of how much more to reveal. Gathering courage, you continue: "...but only on certain conditions."
"Conditions? Sure. As long as I can be with Alice... I'm open to anything, and I want to make her happy. And... Alice's happiness is my happiness too."
He blinks quizzically and tilts his head, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, then smiles broadly and gently runs his fingertips through your hair.
Your conditions, then: Firstly, you must respect and understand that I am a youkai, not merely a human with strange powers. My interests and priorities may differ from those of most humans. Secondly, you must never ask me to forsake my magic or abandon my duties as a magician's assistant. And lastly, you must be content with the fact that I may at times require solitude or seek companionship with others in Gensokyo who share similar interests. Do you accept these terms?
"Of course. For me... being a youkai is no problem. Alice is the person I love, so... no matter what the circumstances are, I accept everything about her. Because all of that is part of Alice's charm... and it's precisely because of that that I find her so lovable."
She nods slightly and rubs her cheek against your neck, hugging you tightly and lovingly.
With a small, tentative smile playing on her lips, you lean into the embrace, feeling oddly at peace with your decision to accept these terms and trust in the boy's words. Perhaps it really is possible to find happiness with someone who understands and appreciates your true nature... or perhaps this is all just a foolish dream that will end once reality sets back in. Either way, for now, you will cherish the warmth of his touch and the sincerity of his affection.
"Mmmmm...Alice, Alice..."
As he calls your name lovingly and looks you in the eye, he changes the angle several times as he pecks at your lips, making lip sounds as he kisses you repeatedly.
Taken off guard by the sudden intensity of his kisses, you moan softly into his mouth. Despite your reservations, a shiver of desire runs through you as he devours your lips with reckless abandon. With one hand, you thread through his hair, holding him close while the other glides over his back, exploring the contours of his body in eager appreciation. Perhaps there's more to this than mere affection after all...
"Ah, hmm... Alice, I want your tongue to... entwine with mine..."
The sensation of you holding her close and your hands sliding down her back sends shivers down her spine, and as she kisses you passionately, she becomes increasingly aroused, sticking out her tongue and licking your lips as if begging for a deeper kiss.
Her tongue darts forward to taste his mouth, entwining with his in a sensual dance as she lets out a soft moan. The touch sends shards of desire cascading through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins. She breaks the kiss only long enough to breathe deeply, their heated breaths mingling in the air between them before she pulls him closer once more, needing his warmth and contact to steady her racing heart.
"Ah...Alice, you're so cute." As he passionately deepens the kiss, the obscene sounds of saliva mingling as he moves his tongue inside your mouth, he sucks sweetly against your lips, his hands gently fondling your breasts through your clothes. I'll go.
As he caresses your breasts and deepens the kiss, you feel yourself losing control. The warmth of his touch and the soft sensation of his lips against yours send delirious pleasure coursing through your veins. Your tongue tangles with his more eagerly now, matching his desire stroke for stroke as your body begins to tremble from building arousal. You moan into the kiss, arching into his touch as you surrender completely to the overwhelming passion that consumes you both in this moment.
"Ah...Alice, I want you to take off your clothes and show me your breasts." Gradually, his breathing becomes ragged and his excitement builds, and he stops moving and breaks the kiss, slowly parting his lips and staring at you with lustful eyes as he compels you.
With a shuddering gasp, you stare into his eyes, the desire in them leaving no doubt as to what he wants from you. Slowly, nervously, your hands begin to tremble as they move to undo the buttons on your blouse. With shaking fingers, you pull it open, revealing your lacy black bra beneath. Your heart races as you wait for his reaction, wanting nothing more than to please him in this moment.
"Ah...Alice, you're beautiful. Alice's breasts...mmm, delicious." He looks at you intently and breathes heavily, then reaches out with both hands and unhooks your bra, gently massaging your exposed breasts with both hands, sucking on your breasts and tasting your nipples. I'm going to smoke it.
As his hands caress your bare skin and he brings your nipples to his mouth, a wave of pleasure rolls through you, making it difficult to think straight. Your back arches, pressing your breasts harder against his lips as you moan into the fabric of your bra. Your eyes drift shut, lost in the sensation of his tongue flicking over your sensitive peaks and the feeling of him sucking gently on them. Heat pools low in your abdomen, spreading through your entire body as desire consumes you entirely.