Monsterland Mayhem (Fairy Tales With A Monstrous Twist)

13. Catum

13

CATUM

The emotions playing through Alisa’s features vary from shocked to aroused to terrified.

That final emotion grates on my nerves.

She has nothing to fear from us. We’ll never force her. It will always be her choice.

Rather than touch her the way I’m dying to, I take a seat across from her and Krolic and focus on the tray. “I think you’ll like these mushrooms,” I tell her.

Her nose scrunches. “I don’t really like mushrooms.”

My lips curl. “Trust me, these are no ordinary shrooms. Just try one for me, Miss Marvel. You’ll see.”

I pick one up from the tray and hold it out for her. She stares at the purple item, then leans forward to take it with her mouth, not her hand.

The sight of her lips wrapped around the violet head has my groin tightening with interest. It’s such an innocent move on her part yet so underlaid with sensuality that I nearly grab a fistful of her hair and yank her into my lap.

Alas, she remains on Krolic’s thighs.

Which is no doubt killing him even more than it’s killing me because now our intended is moaning.

Flames, the way she responds to food is so fucking erotic.

“That’s really good,” she says, eyeing the tray. “They taste like cherries but… different.”

“Chocolate-covered cherries,” I murmur, selecting another one for her. “As you can see, nothing here is what it seems.”

While her world also has magic, it’s not like Monsterland magic.

We’re just one of many realms that all interconnect. It’s a confusing mess of chaos made worse by our Alpha, Beta, and Omega distinctions.

I feed her another shroom, my thumb brushing her lip with the movement.

Then I pick up a glass of water from the tray. That item is at least normal. By her standards, anyway. Here, water is seen as abnormal.

Our darling Omega has so much to learn.

I, for one, can’t wait to teach her.

She moans again when I feed her a third treat, her eyes falling closed as she tips her head back to meet Krolic’s shoulder. His lips ghost across her cheek, his arm banding around her waist.

Ailsa just shudders in response, her expression bordering on drunk.

The shrooms possess no drug-like qualities. It’s just food. But I suspect our Omega is feeling some of the effects of her future heat.

I diluted the impact of the elixir before giving it to her. Had I given her what the Crimson King prepared, her estrus would have struck within hours of her first swallow.

But we wanted time to obtain her consent first. To seduce her. To worship her.

To give her a chance to say no.

If she denies us, we’ll simply protect her through the cycle. It won’t be easy. In fact, it’ll fucking suck. However, it’ll be worth it knowing she’s safe and making her own choices.

But we won’t make it easy on her to say no, something I demonstrate now by feeding her a fourth and fifth mushroom.

We want to love her. And we’re going to do everything in our power to ensure she knows that.

After her sixth shroom—an item Krolic no doubt chose after learning her favorite fruit at home was cherries—I give her more water, then smile as she lounges fully on our king’s lap.

He kisses her temple, his hold securing her as his palm begins to trace up her side.

I spread my arms out across the side of the tub and enjoy the view. Specifically the peek at her full breasts beneath the water. Her rosy nipples are hard, the stiff points begging for a man’s mouth to taste them.

Flames, she’ll be a delectable treat.

Maybe she’ll let us devour her for dessert before bed.

“Can you hand me the sprayer?” Krolic asks, his words for me, not for our intended. Yet she startles like she forgot he was there.

I chuckle at her blissed-out state and reach for the item in question, clicking the On button along the way.

Krolic takes it with his free hand, his opposite arm still wrapped around her belly.

Ailsa looks at the sprinkler head with distrust as he brings it toward her head. Then she stills when he uses it to dampen her long blonde hair. The color darkens beneath the water, her thick strands absorbing the liquid with ease.

I anticipate Krolic’s next move and grab the shampoo for him before he asks for it.

He massages it into her hair, eliciting a groan from Ailsa when he starts combing his fingers through her strands.

Magic flares to life around us, the water naturally filtering itself as he rinses the shampoo from her head.

The process repeats with the conditioner, then again with the soap he uses on her neck and arms.

“Straddle me,” he tells her, the words making my dick throb with the reminder of earlier.

Ailsa felt so fucking good in the Tavern, her warmth a brand against my cock.

She was such a natural. A sensual beauty without even realizing it.

And she proves it again now as she follows Krolic’s command without hesitation.

Our girl isn’t shy. It’s a miracle, given her lack of sexual experience. But she’s clearly embracing her inner needs, just following her instincts the way an Omega should.

Fuck, I can’t believe she’s finally here. Naked . And sharing a bath with us.

It’s like a dream, one of the many I’ve shared with her over the last two years.

I never provoked her fantasies, simply reveled in them after they started. She reacted so viscerally to my presence, only further proving her Omega classification.

What the Imposter King fails to grasp is that an elixir isn’t needed to identify a true Omega. The right Alpha will bring out an Omega’s traits.

Or, in our case, the right circle.

Craze may not have been there, his presence required elsewhere, but it was our shared dynamic that stoked Ailsa’s inner fire.

Krolic holds her gaze as he brings the soap back to her neck and starts a path downward to her tits—tits that are fully exposed to him because she’s kneeling across his lap and hasn’t sat down.

Fuck, I can’t see what he’s doing, but I know what he’s doing, and that’s almost even more of a turn-on. Because she’s not stopping him. She’s not even flinching.

No. She’s fucking arching . Giving him more access. Letting him explore her under the guise of bathing her.

He eventually leaves her breasts to travel downward to her navel, then his hands disappear beneath the water, where he grabs her hips and pulls her into him.

The soap automatically dissolves, magic thickening the air as the water auto-filters once more. I feel it roaming down my spine like a live wire, the sensation sizzling through my veins.

Intoxicating, I muse, absorbing the power and keeping it as my own.

“You’re fucking perfection, Ailsa,” he says, one palm sliding up her spine to her nape as he guides her mouth to his.

She goes to him without hesitation, her body seeming to fit perfectly with his.

My abdomen tightens as I watch them, my insides aflame with need.

A need that’s been growing for two fucking years.

Ever since the first moment I saw Ailsa Marvel. All that white-blonde hair reminded me of an angel, then I caught sight of her stunning features and decided she was more of a succubus than a heavenly being.

A sensual creature in an angelic disguise.

Not so angelic now, I muse as her head tips to the side to grant Krolic access to her neck. His green eyes meet mine as he nibbles her pulse. There’s a sense of triumph in his gaze, yet it’s underscored by reverence. Because he knows what a gift this is, how precious our Omega’s attentions truly are.

She’s exhausted.

Overwhelmed.

Yet giving him— us— this moment. Perhaps as a way to escape her reality. Or maybe because it just feels right.

Regardless, we won’t take advantage of her. We’ll just make her feel good, show her what life will be like with her Alphas taking care of her.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Ailsa breathes.

“You’re existing,” Krolic replies. “You’re learning .”

He captures her mouth before she can speak again and rotates them on the seat to give me a better view of their kiss.

Fuck , it’s hot watching him devour her like that.

Krolic and I have never been intimate together, both of us preferring to share women between us rather than fuck each other. Craze is the same way. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy watching my two bond-mates play.

Especially with Ailsa.

It just increases the burn in my veins, making me want her that much more.

Krolic parts her lips with his tongue, drawing a shocked little gasp from our intended. She’s very clearly never been kissed or even touched, her innocence an attribute we fully intend to tarnish.

Because none of us are innocent.

We’re monsters.

Creatures with wicked imaginations and savage needs.

And it’s been over two years since any of us have indulged in our baser instincts.

This beautiful woman is ours to devour. Ours to mark. Ours to fuck .

But Krolic goes easy on her, his mouth gentle as he teaches her how to kiss. Shows her what to do with her lips, her tongue, her teeth .

My hands grip the marble siding of the tub, the urge to stroke myself growing with every passing second.

I’m so fucking hard I can barely think.

However, for Ailsa, I maintain control. For her, I force myself to exude a calmness I don’t quite feel. One look at my hands will betray my true intentions, but she’s so focused on Krolic that she doesn’t seem to notice I’m here.

As though she hears my inner musings, she opens her eyes and glances my way, proving everything I just thought wrong.

She very much knows I’m here.

And she likes that I’m watching her with Krolic.

It reminds me of earlier when I played with her at the table—she enjoyed being seen then, too.

“I think our Omega is a bit of an exhibitionist,” I muse. “That’s good, Miss Marvel. Because I’m a bit of a voyeur myself.”

She shivers. “I don’t know what that means.”

No, I imagine she’s not familiar with a lot of things. “It means watching you kiss Krolic turns me on, just like it’s making you wet knowing that I’m here, too.”

“Wet?” Her brows furrow. “We’re in a bathtub.”

Krolic chuckles. “He’s talking about your pussy, baby girl. You’re wet between your thighs.”

Her cheeks flame with a beautiful shade of pink. “ Oh .” She tries to squirm off of his lap, which he only allows because I move in to grab her from behind and pull her into mine. “ Oh !”

I catch her nape, my opposite arm banding around her as she straddles me. “I wonder if you taste like chocolate cherries,” I say, my grip tightening when she tries to move again. “Will you indulge me, Miss Marvel?”

Her pupils dilate, her gaze falling to my mouth as she stops trying to swim away. “This has to be a dream,” she breathes.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I murmur as I close the gap between us. Then I make her dreams a reality with my tongue, gently parting her lips and kissing her the way I wanted to downstairs.

Slowly at first.

Just a sensual introduction between mouths.

One that grows with each passing moment into something more intense. Something more impactful. Something more us .

By the time I deepen our embrace, she’s practically vibrating on top of me, her thighs squeezing mine as her hands grasp my shoulders. Her nails bite into my skin, leaving marks and claiming me as hers. All while I dominate her mouth.

“I was right,” I whisper against her lips. “Chocolate cherries have never been more delicious.” I kiss her again before she can reply, my fingers gliding up to fist her hair while I hold her against me.

Fuck, her tits feel perfect against my chest. So full and ripe, those pretty nipples hard and aroused. I’m going to bite them. Suck them. Then bite them again.

Flames, her breasts would look amazing with little droplets of wax painted across them.

I would wipe them away to admire the pink splotches in their wake, then chase away the hurt with my tongue.

That’ll be an advanced session, one that will require our little Omega to understand the art of pain and pleasure.

We’ll teach her everything.

Show her how best to heighten her ecstasy.

And care for her properly afterward.

Our sweet one. Our Omega. Our queen .

I draw her bottom lip between my teeth and bite down a little harder than earlier, then growl as she pants in response.

Already she’s showing how she feels about a little stinging sensation while in the throes of passion. “Our king was right,” I tell her. “You really are fucking perfect, Miss Marvel.”