Monsterland Mayhem (Fairy Tales With A Monstrous Twist)

14. Ailsa

14

AILSA

This has to be a dream.

Maybe… maybe I’m still asleep and tomorrow is my birthday. Not today. The whole Drink Me ceremony hasn’t actually happened yet. And I’m just lost in this strange reality where two very sexy men are bathing me in a giant tub.

That makes more sense, right?

Which means… it’s okay to kiss them. To touch them. To… to do other unmentionable things with them.

Because that’s what dreams are for—fantasizing about what life could be like.

And I very much like this fantasy.

Master Pillar’s tongue dances with mine in a sensual caress that has me seeing stars behind my closed eyes. It’s so unreal. So intense. So incredibly hot .

Every part of me burns, my limbs shaking with some suppressed need that I can’t define.

Whatever this is, I like it. I crave more of it. I never want it to end.

I wrap my arms around Master Pillar’s neck like I often do in my dreams and press myself closer to him. He responds with a growl that vibrates my chest, causing my nipples to ache with renewed desire.

I want to feel his mouth there. Everywhere. All over me. Memorizing my skin, tasting my yearning, and fueling the flames building inside me.

It’s such a foreign need. One I don’t understand, yet fully embrace.

Because this is a dream , I tell myself. Gods, it has to be a dream.

It would explain so much.

Or perhaps it’s just easier to accept that this is all a dream, to embrace what’s making me feel good for just a little while.

It’s like I’ve found a switch in my brain, one I just turn off.

Because I no longer care about anything other than Master Pillar’s tongue.

And Krolic’s gaze, I think, shivering as I sense him watching me—watching us . It makes me feel alive. Desired. Special .

I move against Master Pillar, just like I did at the table, and jolt when a sensation zips up my spine.

He’s hard, I realize, more than a little aware of what that means thanks to my previous dreams. Gods, he’s so much bigger now. I’m not sure how that’s possible since I’ve always fantasized about his size before, yet never quite like this.

The water around us does little to temper the heat blossoming between my thighs, his arousal thick and prominent even beneath his boxer shorts.

A devilish part of me wants to strip him of the remaining fabric, to free him and ride him. It’s so wanton and unlike me. But I’m far more adventurous and confident in my dreams.

I’m not even sure where I come up with these ideas.

I haven’t been exposed to much in my twenty-one years. Just a few remarks here and there from Baroness Clarice’s daughters. Spending my teen years in their household allowed me to overhear all about their boy-crazy-fueled desires.

I was there when they first fell in love, too.

There when they each lost their virtue.

There when they shared stories of what it felt like.

I… I never wanted to experience it for myself until I heard Master Pillar first speak.

And now… now it’s all I can think about as he kisses me. Touches me. Holds me.

Gods, I’ve lost my mind.

But who cares?

Everything is strange here. Out of the ordinary. Unreal.

I press myself even more into him, determined to indulge this dream and forget the concept of reality. To feel him beneath me. His heat pressing into my most sensitive part.

But a pair of lips on my shoulder reminds me that it’s not just about Master Pillar. Krolic is here, too. My Beast. Only, he’s in human form. And what a form that is.

All sensual grace and refined age.

He catches my chin between his fingers and pulls me back to kiss him again while Master Pillar’s mouth goes to my throat.

The fire blossoming inside me burns even hotter as Krolic’s tongue enters my mouth. He’s pulling my head back, forcing me to bend in a way that would normally make me feel unstable. But Master Pillar’s arm is around my waist, holding me astride his lap as my breasts push upward toward his face.

I moan as his lips trail down to my chest, his mouth sealing around one of my nipples and sucking it in a way that feels so much more potent than any dream ever has.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?” Krolic asks. “Do you like Catum worshipping your tits?”

A shudder works through me, his words seeming to awaken a part of me I never knew existed. A part that wants more. A part that has me panting, “Yes.”

“Mmm,” he hums against my mouth. “Such a good fucking girl.” He kisses me again, this time with renewed strength, his tongue dominating mine while Master Pillar nibbles on my tender nipple.

I scream when he bites down, shocked by the pain.

Then quiver when his tongue chases away the ache.

“Careful with our Omega,” Krolic warns him, a subtle growl underlining his tone.

“Just testing some limits,” Master Pillar replies. “It shocked her more than hurt her.”

Krolic distracts me with another kiss, his hand moving to my throat as he holds me back against him. I feel owned. Possessed. Utterly captured by these two men.

Which is insane.

I know deep down this is absolutely ludicrous.

Yet I can’t stop it.

I want it.

Every part of me is burning with need, stoked alive by endless dreams.

I often woke aroused and wishing it was real. I know tomorrow will be the same. But for now, I follow the fantasy all the way down, allowing myself to just experience what it might be like to be handled by two men.

“Let’s move this to the bed,” Master Pillar says against my breast.

Krolic rumbles an agreement, his lips leaving mine as he exits the bath.

All too soon, my dream is coming to an end, and I find myself pouting at the thought. I want more of this. More of them. I don’t want to wake up. Please don’t let me wake up .

As though he can hear me, he bends to lift me from the water, his arms engulfing me in a sea of white fluff. A towel , I realize.

“Someone’s a little lust drunk,” Master Pillar muses as he joins us outside of the bath. “You’re beautiful, Miss Marvel.”

A quiver traverses my spine. I love when he calls me that. Love how formal it sounds. How dominant .

“So fucking beautiful,” he goes on before capturing my mouth with his.

Krolic rumbles against me, his arms holding me in the fluffy cloud while Master Pillar lays claim to my mouth.

It’s intoxicating.

Overwhelming.

The best dream I’ve ever had.

Time seems to suspend itself in that way fantasies often do, and the next thing I know, I’m on the bed with Master Pillar devouring my mouth while Krolic explores my breasts.

“We’re going to make you feel good,” Master Pillar says against my lips. “So fucking good.”

I have no idea what that means, but I believe him. Because I already feel amazing. Treasured. Like I’m actually worth something in this world.

It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced.

One I’m thankful I can find in my dreams.

He kisses me again, demanding that I focus on his tongue while Krolic nips and sucks at my nipples.

Each stroke, each touch , makes me burn hotter and hotter.

That inferno builds to an explosive point as Krolic starts a path downward to a space I have only ever investigated in private.

I jolt as his tongue reaches my sex, exploring the intimate layers of my most sacred place.

Oh, Gods…

I… I never knew it could feel like this. His tongue is so much more impactful than my own fingers, so much more knowing . Like he’s done this to me a thousand times before.

And maybe he has.

At this point, I can no longer discern up from down. Right from wrong. Reality from fiction.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates my sensitive bud. He gives me another lick that ends in a growl, causing me to jump in response. “Your clit is practically pulsing, baby girl. Do you want me to suck it into my mouth and make you feel good?”

That foreign part of me has me breathing, “ Yes ,” in response.

“I love how good you are, Miss Marvel,” Master Pillar says against my mouth. “How perfect and needy you are.” He captures my lips before I can fathom a reply, then Krolic takes my clit between his teeth and gives it a nibble.

I scream.

Both men chuckle.

And suddenly I’m flying .

Or that’s how it feels—like my soul has taken flight from my body, soaring headfirst into a burning oblivion of illogical heat.

“Fuck me,” Master Pillar breathes, his hand suddenly at my throat. “That’s the most glorious sight I’ve ever experienced.”

I have no idea what he’s talking about, as I can’t see anything. I’m… I’m drowning in a sea of lava, each lap against my skin making me scream.

Only it doesn’t hurt.

It feels good.

So good.

“My turn,” Master Pillar says, and suddenly it’s Krolic’s mouth against mine, kissing me, while Master Pillar licks a searing path downward over my breasts and toward my navel.

I practically melt when I feel his palms on the insides of my thighs, widening my legs to accommodate his size.

Then his mouth is there , licking me and nibbling me right where Krolic just did. Except Master Pillar adds his hands, his finger sliding into my slickened channel to explore me in a way no one ever has before. Not even I have stroked myself there. Yet he… he’s claiming me. Branding me. Fucking me with his touch.

All while Krolic dominates my mouth.

His palm is wrapped around my throat, holding me down as he devours me, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue.

It’s sweet. Alluring. Borderline addicting.

I lose myself to him and Master Pillar, reveling in this never-ending dream and loving the sensations these men are evoking from deep within.

So much warmth .

So much electricity .

So much passion.

I moan, scream, writhe, and beg . Because I just want more. I never want it to end.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Krolic whispers against my mouth. “Come for us again.”

His words do something to me. Rip something from me. A tidal wave of agony-induced ecstasy.

My vision flees once more, cascading me into a realm of inky rapture where all I feel is the pleasurable quakes assaulting my being.

I am pleasure and pleasure is me.

And I’ve never felt lighter. More alive. More aware .

Yet it’s not real , I think dreamily. Just the ultimate… fantasy .

Unless it’s not.

Unless… unless I really did fall into Monsterland.

Unless I really am an Omega.

I yawn, incapable of analyzing that now. I’m too exhausted. Too replete. Too pleased.

“Sleep, Miss Marvel,” Master Pillar whispers against my ear. “We’ll protect you while you rest.”

“We’ll protect you for always,” Krolic says near my mouth, his lips ghosting over mine. “You’re ours now, Ailsa.”

“Ours,” Master Pillar echoes. “Good night, little one. And sweet dreams…”