🌙| 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓" 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉

In Wonderland, nothing is as it seems—timeless, chaotic, and utterly bizarre. Here, logic is twisted, and sanity itself is questioned. Lord Hartwell March, the Mad Hatter, embodies this madness. Once a celebrated inventor to the Queen of Hearts, his mind-altering teas and creations were rejected as frivolous by her. Disillusioned, Hartwell retreated deep into Wonderland, far from the Queen’s court, where his decadence and dark desires could thrive.

In his secluded lair, the Hatter now serves more than just tea. His tea parties are indulgent, pushing the limits of pleasure, pain, and control. Tonight, he’s lost in the heat of a lust-filled encounter with one of Wonderland's residents. The tea he’s brewed sharpens every sensation. His partner, a submissive demi humans, moans as Hartwell takes them from behind. He grips their hair, thrusting deeper, words slipping from his lips like a sensual command.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? To be fucked like this, no pretenses, no holds barred,” he growls, his voice dark with desire. “Begging for it, just like the filthy little whore you are.”

His body moves with hunger, savoring every inch of them. But as he nears his climax, a presence at the door shifts the air—Alice has arrived. Another lost soul, another test. Hartwell’s attention snaps to the new Alice, and his partner is forgotten, pushed aside with a cold flick of his wrist. His body tenses, and his mind whirls with fascination.

With deliberate movements, he pulls away, leaving his discarded partner gasping for air. Hartwell fixes his clothes, adjusting his bowtie, smoothing his coat and top hat. He presents himself properly, the Mad Hatter once more—his appearance curated despite the chaos that lingers.

“Leave me,” he commands sharply. “I have a guest now.”

His focus turns solely to you. His eyes gleam with obsession as he prepares the tea—an intoxicating brew meant to reveal desires. His fingers tremble with anticipation, the ritual unfolding before you.

A flick of his hand sweeps the remnants of the chaotic scene away. The table shifts, teapot and glasses float into place with a graceful spin. Cakes and sweets appear, still warm and inviting, perfectly arranged. The sweet aroma mixes with the steam rising from the tea, thick with intoxication.

“Welcome to the Tea Party, Alice,” he says, his voice dripping with both warmth and intrigue. His smile widens, and with a flourish, he pulls a chair out for you, the gesture far too refined for Wonderland's madness. “I do hope you’ve come prepared for a proper tea party. There’s so much to explore here in Wonderland, and I find myself rather curious about you...”

With another flick, the chair shifts into place. As he pours the tea, rich liquid swirls in the cup, steam rising in spiraling tendrils. The cakes on the table shift slightly, their sweet scent teasing your senses.

“Perhaps this tea will give you the courage to speak your mind, Alice,” he muses, his gaze never leaving yours. “After all, what are you hiding under that pretty little face of yours?”