Monsterland Mayhem (Fairy Tales With A Monstrous Twist)

19. Ailsa

CHAPTER NINETEEN

AILSA

Craze parts my thighs beneath him, his hard flesh pressing against me once more. I shudder at the sensation of skin and metal, utterly transfixed by the madman on top of me.

I should be screaming.

Running.

Doing anything other than allowing his lunacy to overwhelm me.

But I… I can’t. I’m lost to this man’s touch.

Knowing Krolic and Master Pillar are here, too, just escalates the forbidden desires growing inside me.

I don’t even know who I am here. What I do know is that I need these men. I want them.

When I woke up and realized my experience wasn’t a dream at all, but reality, I felt relieved. Because a part of me would have been devastated to learn what happened between the three of us was just a fantasy.

It’s real.

All of this is real.

I’m… I’m an Omega.

And these Alphas believe I’m theirs.

I could fight it. I should fight it. Especially after the lesson Craze just gave me with his hand around my neck.

But I enjoyed the feel of his dominance.

Just as I like how it feels to have him on top of me now.

Gods, it’s all sorts of messed up. However, this world is crazy. So why can’t I just indulge in it and be free? Why do I need to be concerned with anything else?

This is my life now, right?

As an Omega in Monsterland.

With three very sexy men who seem to think I’m their mate.

One of whom is tenderly kissing my neck, like he’s apologizing for choking me. It feels good. Warm. Safe .

But before I can get too comfortable, he palms my breast and pinches my nipple. I gasp, conflicted by the varying sensations.

“Craze,” Krolic says, a hint of authority in his tone. “She doesn’t know what a knot is yet.”

The male on top of me pauses, his fingers releasing my bruised flesh as he lifts his head to look down at me. “Is that true, gorgeous? Those two didn’t properly knot you last night?”

I shiver, uncertain of what he’s talking about. Master Pillar and Krolic pleasured me with their mouths. However, knots…? I clear my throat. I have no idea what knot truly means.

“Is that the metal?” I ask him, referring to the glimpse I caught of him naked. I can feel some of it now, too. Right against my sex. “The, um, piercings?” I try again, unsure of what else to call it.

I’m familiar with the concept of piercings—Baroness Clarice’s daughters had their ears pierced. But the kind Craze has, well, that’s not one I’ve ever seen or heard of before.

He chuckles. “You really are innocent, Ailsa.” He presses a kiss to my lips before I can respond to that. “Corrupting you is going to be the highlight of my life.”

I shiver. He used that word right before Krolic and Master Pillar arrived, saying how he couldn’t wait to corrupt every inch of me.

I want that, I think. I really want that .

Except he rolls off of me now to his side, leaving me sprawled out on his bed as he props himself up on his elbow. “Explore me, gorgeous. Consider it your reward for being such a good girl for me.”

Gods, why do those words make me blush?

All three men have said similar things to me, praising me for being good or following an order. It should be condescending. But something about the way they say it, like they consider my acquiescence to be a gift, makes me feel revered.

I was never worth anything in my world.

Everything changed with a single drink.

Because these men—these Alphas —treat me as though I’m important.

They talk to me. Answer questions. Protect me.

And now… now Craze is offering to let me explore .

I lick my lips and slowly face him, my gaze running over his completely nude state. At some point, he lost his socks. Me, too. I don’t know when. I don’t care. We’re both… naked .

The lighting isn’t harsh, just subtle, reminding me of candlelight. And it glints off the metal bars lining the underside of his shaft.

“You can touch me,” he murmurs. “You can touch them, too.” He gestures toward Krolic and Master Pillar, both of whom are still dressed and standing near the foot of the bed. “Or we can make them watch.”

My throat works as I take in the two Alphas—Krolic with his jeans and white T-shirt, Master Pillar in another all-black suit.

Both of them are staring at me hungrily, just like last night.

“You all have… metal knots?” I guess, my gaze darting to their groins and the impressive bulges behind their zippers.

Craze chuckles beside me. “Look at my cock, Ailsa.”

I blink, his words sounding like an invitation more than a command. Yet my eyes travel to his piercings like they’re under a spell, being pulled by his words alone.

My throat works as I take in his thickness and the ladderlike pattern starting at the head and traveling all the way down to his bulging base.

He’s… large.

Very large.

And, um, well decorated.

I kind of want to lick him.

No. I really want to lick him. Just to see what he tastes like. Especially the head.

It’s a foreign craving, one I’m certain I’ve never experienced before—my fantasies with Master Pillar never included anything like this—but the urge hits me right in the lower belly.

Maybe it’s a result of last night, of knowing how good it felt to be licked between my thighs.

I indulge in the desire, leaning down to trace his metallic knots with my tongue.

“ Fuck, ” he breathes, his hand suddenly in my hair. “I didn’t expect you to be so eager.”

A response lingers in my mouth. However, I fail to voice it. A groan escapes me instead as I reach his tip, causing a forbidden flavor to erupt on my tongue.

I don’t know what that was, but I need more of it.

I lick him again, then take his head into my mouth, my instinct to suck overwhelming me.

I want more of his flavor, his spicy essence.

His cock rewards me with another taste, making me moan with delight. He curses, his grip tightening in my hair as he rolls to his back and pulls me with him.

“Graves, you’re a fucking natural, and you don’t even realize it.” His voice sounds huskier than before, his abdomen flexing with the effort to speak.

Or maybe it’s from something else.

His grasp is secure, yet I feel him shaking, like he’s holding himself back.

The bed dips beside us as Master Pillar sits on the edge, his brown eyes capturing and holding mine while my tongue dances around Craze’s bulbous head.

“Give me your hand,” Master Pillar murmurs.

I’m about to sit up, but he shakes his head firmly.

“No, Miss Marvel. Keep sucking his cock, and give me your hand.”

The mattress moves on my opposite side, a palm drifting up my spine to my nape. “Do what he says, baby girl,” Krolic murmurs.

I tremble, their surrounding presence lighting my blood on fire.

Three men.

Three Alphas.

All focused on me.

Oh, Gods…

Swallowing around Craze’s head, I slowly lift my hand toward Master Pillar.

He takes it gently, aligning our fingers together and brings our joint touch to the swollen base of Craze’s arousal. He’s hot here and so large I can’t quite wrap my hand around him.

“This is a knot,” Master Pillar says as he presses my fingers and thumb against the thick part of Craze. “We all have this.”

Krolic kisses my shoulder, his hand squeezing around my nape. “It’s how we secure our bodies to yours, Ailsa. How we fuck. And how we breed .”

Another quiver traverses my spine. That last word does something to me. Something I shouldn’t like. But it feels… right.

Which is strange because I didn’t feel that way when I knew the Silver King wanted to breed me.

But Krolic… if he’s the real Silver King like he says he is… I may not mind that as much.

“It extends out of our shafts and connects us to you—our Omega—and unleashes pleasure unlike any of us have ever felt,” he adds. “It’ll very likely render you unconscious. But you’ll wake up wanting to experience it all over again.”

Craze’s dick leaks again, making me moan around his head and eagerly swallow his essence.

“Fuck, this might make me come,” he says, sounding almost pained.

Master Pillar presses down on my fingers again. “Massage his knot while you suck on his head,” he instructs me. “Then try taking more of him into your mouth.”

Craze curses with the words, his grasp twisting in my hair like he’s trying to stop himself from guiding my actions.

But I don’t need him to.

Everything Master Pillar just said is something I want to do.

“Graves, that feels so fucking good, Ailsa,” Craze says as I slide my mouth down.

“Make sure to relax your throat,” Master Pillar murmurs. “If you feel like you’re about to choke, pull up a little, breathe, and try again.”

Krolic’s thumb massages my neck while I do what Master Pillar says—suck Craze down while fondling his throbbing base.

More of that delicious flavor touches my tongue, making me groan around him.

“Fuck, hearing you enjoy this only heightens the experience,” Craze grits out. “Your little moans are so fucking hot, Ailsa.”

“Keep going,” Master Pillar encourages me. “Let’s see how deep you can take him.”

Krolic applies pressure to my nape, guiding me down. I gag a little as Craze hits the back of my throat, and the pressure lessens, allowing me to retreat and breathe like Master Pillar instructed.

Then I try again and look up to see Craze practically panting in response.

Is this what I looked like last night? I wonder. Blissed out and constantly on edge?

Because it’s a very alluring sight, one I want to strengthen by making him feel good. By making him lose control.

It’s such an intrinsic desire, one that burns through my veins and drives me to swallow more of him. All while applying pressure to his knot. And reveling in the metallic piercings running along the underside of his shaft.

I’ve never experienced anything like this.

Never tasted something so exquisite.

Or felt this sort of texture against my tongue. It’s smooth, yet punctuated with steel. Hot, yet cool. Soft, yet so incredibly hard .

“You look amazing with my cock in your mouth, gorgeous,” Craze says, his voice holding a growl to it.

“He’s right,” Master Pillar murmurs, his hand still covering mine. “You’re exquisite, Miss Marvel. Like a sexed-up goddess.”

Krolic rumbles his agreement, his body shifting on the mattress as he releases my nape. I feel a sudden loss at the withdrawal of his touch. But then I sense him moving behind me, and soon his palms are touching me again. Only lower. Between my thighs. Parting my legs. And… and…

Oh, Gods…

I feel his shoulders touching my legs as he positions himself under me.

“Focus on Craze, Miss Marvel,” Master Pillar says, demand underscoring his words. “Suck his cock while our king eats your pussy.”

Eats my… Ohhh…

I moan as Krolic’s tongue parts my sex and goes straight for my throbbing clit.

I shudder, barely believing what’s happening.

Because I’m straddling his face.

His hands are on my hips, holding me to him, all while I play with Craze’s knot.

Master Pillar grounds me by guiding my hand, Craze urges me on with his grip in my hair, and Krolic… Krolic is devouring me. I barely notice when he slips a finger inside my slick channel, the wetness acting as a lubricant for his penetration.

He adds a second and begins scissoring them, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I can practically feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

But a tug on my hair brings me back to Craze, his arousal seeping into my mouth.

Gods, I want more.

And I tell him that by hollowing my cheeks around him.

He curses and Master Pillar praises me, telling me how good I’m doing, how I’m teasing Craze in the best way.

“Look at him, Miss Marvel. You’re doing that. Your skilled mouth and beautiful tongue are driving him mad.”

“Can you feel how close he is to coming? How his knot is pulsing for you?”

“Are you ready for your reward, sweet one? Because Craze is about to explode down your throat. Can you swallow for him?”

Master Pillar’s ongoing commentary is driving me closer to the precipice of no return. Between his sensual words and Krolic’s tongue against my clit, I’m barely able to see straight. Pair all that with Craze’s addictive flavor and I’m… I’m…

“ Fuck, ” he groans, his fingers harsh as he fists my hair and pushes his cock impossibly deeper into my throat.

I startle, unable to breathe.

“Relax,” Master Pillar says, his lips right by my ear. “Use your throat, Miss Marvel. Swallow .”

My eyes widen, but I do what he says, my insides seeming to burn as I take Craze’s ecstasy into my body.

It’s intense.

And he tastes so amazing.

I… I… I scream as I follow him into oblivion, my world seeming to dissolve into a series of orgasmic waves.

My instincts take over, my throat working around Craze while Krolic pleasures me below.

Breathing no longer matters.

Just this. The pleasure. The darkness. Craze’s exquisite essence. Krolic’s tongue. Master Pillar’s deep voice.

“Fucking beautiful,” he tells me. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Graves, I’ve never come so hard before in my life,” Craze adds, sounding wrecked. “And I’m still fucking hard.”

Krolic growls against my clit, his fingers still moving in and out of me. “She’s ready.”

“Ready for what?” I ask as I release Craze from my mouth.

“Ready to take our knots,” Master Pillar tells me, a sinful twinkle in his brown gaze. “We’re going to fuck you, Miss Marvel. And show you what it means to be well and truly knotted.”