Monsterland Mayhem (Fairy Tales With A Monstrous Twist)

20. Krolic

CHAPTER TWENTY

KROLIC

Ailsa doesn’t immediately react to Catum’s words, instead going still as she digests what he’s just said.

“You’re not in heat yet,” I tell her. “So this isn’t about breeding, Ailsa. This is about showing you who we are together. Teaching you about Alpha and Omega dynamics.”

If she says no, we won’t push her.

But this does feel like the best way to demonstrate our future together.

Oh, it’ll be about a lot more than fucking. However, we’re sexual beings. It’s important for her to understand what that means. To understand who she really is in this world.

Omegas are sensual beings, and they love being taken care of by their Alpha mates. That very much includes sensual needs, in addition to a myriad of others.

Though, this is the basis of our connection, how our bodies interlock and thrive together in moments of pleasure.

“Knotting you also doesn’t make this permanent,” I add. “This isn’t the mating ceremony.” That… is a rather primal event. One I hope to experience soon. But that’s not today’s purpose. “We value your consent, Ailsa. And while we’ll absolutely enjoy knotting you, this isn’t about taking your choices away.”

Craze snorts. “I don’t need the primal ceremony to devote my life to her. After that blow job, I’m forever worshipping at her altar. Consider me yours for eternity, gorgeous.” He almost sounds drunk. Not that I can blame him. I feel the same way after feasting from her cunt.

She’s fucking delicious and still dripping down my chin.

I move my fingers inside her again, my lips brushing her swollen clit.

She moans in response, the first sound she’s made since Catum informed her of our intentions to knot her.

“Will you let us show you what it means to be knotted, Ailsa?” I ask against her damp flesh. “It’ll be a first for all of us.”

Because we’ve never been with an Omega.

“Betas and other Alphas can’t take a knot,” Catum elaborates. “Only Omegas can, which makes you even more precious to us.”

He must punctuate the word knot by squeezing Ailsa’s hand because Craze mutters, “Fuck you, Catum. Fuck you .”

“You already had some fun,” Catum retorts. “Now it’s your turn to watch.” He pulls Ailsa’s touch away from Craze and lays her palm on the bed before standing—something I feel more than see as the mattress shifts.

But I suspect he’s disrobing when I hear Ailsa gasp.

Or perhaps that’s a result of my tongue tracing lazy circles against her sensitive nub.

“Do you want to feel our knots inside you, Miss Marvel?” Catum asks, a subtle growl underscoring her last name. “See what it means to be properly taken by your Alphas?”

She quivers on top of me, her upper half seeming to fall to the bed. But Craze catches her and pushes her up to fully sit astride my face while going up onto his knees beside her.

Ailsa looks down, allowing me to see her flushed cheeks. Moons, she’s stunning like this. A purr rumbles to life in my chest, my need to express my adoration hitting me square in the gut.

Because fuck , this female is everything.

I’ve waited two years to indulge in her, to love her, to cherish her. And we’re finally here, just days before her heat.

I lick her deep, loving the way it makes her squirm on top of me.

“It’ll just be an introduction,” Catum goes on, the sound of a zipper following. “A sexual courting, if you will.”

Craze chuckles, his fingers weaving through her hair as he pulls her in for a long, sensual kiss that leaves her trembling over me.

I tongue her cunt, causing her lower half to move in response.

She likes this.

Wants it.

Craves it .

But she still hasn’t spoken the words we need to hear before we fuck her.

I take my fingers out of her and grab her hips.

Craze must sense what I’m about to do because he moves, allowing me to pick her up and flatten her on the bed. She yelps as I come down over her, still fully clothed, and pin her arms over her head. “We need your words, baby girl. Your consent . Or we won’t be giving you our knots.”

Her blue eyes widen, her pupils flaring with desire.

“As I said, this is an introduction,” I tell her. “Not a vow. Nothing permanent. Just a way for you to experience what we’re offering. We’ll never force you, Ailsa. That’s not the point of any of this.”

“It’s also why I diluted the elixir,” Catum adds as he settles on the bed beside us, completely naked now.

Ailsa swallows and glances at him, her gaze running over the long length of his exposed form and zeroing in on his colorful dick.

Her brow furrows, obvious confusion highlighting her features. “He’s tattooed,” I explain to her. “Craze is into piercings, hence the Jacob’s ladder. And Catum is into ink.”

Catum grabs his cock and gives it a stroke, the blue and green design twisting with his movements.

“His nickname is Caterpillar,” Craze muses. “A play on his name, but also his dick.”

Ailsa’s mouth forms a little O in response.

“My shadow-monster form is all black,” Catum adds with a shrug. “I wanted a little color in my life.”

“Shadow monster?” Ailsa echoes.

He smiles. “Want to see my inner monster, Miss Marvel?” His hand begins to transform, his skin shifting into an obsidian shade that’s contrary to the vibrant colors decorating his shaft.

Her eyes widen even more as the ebony shades crawl up his arms to his neck, painting him in dark waves of midnight. His body doesn’t change size, but every part of him becomes black before turning translucent—just like a shadow.

However, he doesn’t take it that far.

He merely shows her his shadowy arm. “All of me becomes this, including my cock.” He returns to stroking it as his skin reverts to his tan coloring. “I can fuck you in that form, if you prefer. But it’ll feel better for both of us if I stay like this.”

“You won’t be able to feel anything if he’s in his shadow form,” I clarify when I see she’s still confused. “He’s literally a shadow.” I gather her wrists in one hand, my opposite going to her chin to return her focus to me. “And I will not be fucking you in wolf form.”

If she could shift, we might have another conversation.

But fucking as my wolf just… doesn’t appeal to me.

“That’s not to say my inner beast won’t be driving some of my more feral desires, though,” I admit, my lips curling at the thought. “His savage needs are my savage needs. But we’ll work up to that, baby girl. All you need to do right now is agree to let us knot you. The rest is up for negotiation.”

She stares up at me, her lust-blown expression telling me her decision before she’s even voiced it. But I’m not going to accept that as a response.

I need her words.

“This is crazy,” she whispers. “But I want it.”

I smile. “It’s not crazy, Ailsa. It’s who we are. And we’ve spent the last two years subtly preparing you for it. Through my companionship and protection, Catum’s dominance and dream walking, and Craze’s preparation in Monsterland. Everything has brought us to this moment.”

“Except I didn’t know any of that was happening.”

“True, but you know now,” I murmur, my nose skimming hers as I lower my lips a hairsbreadth away from her mouth. “And your soul has always known.” Something she’ll understand once we mate her. Once we claim her. “Tell me you want us to knot you, baby girl. Tell us to fuck you and we will.”

She swallows, her body practically vibrating beneath me. “I… I want you to knot me.”

“Just me?” I ask. “Or all three of us?”

Her pupils dilate even more, her breath fanning across my lips. “Oh, Gods…”

“Alphas,” Catum murmurs. “The only godlike being in this room is you, Miss Marvel.”

“Our goddess,” I agree, my nose trailing along her cheek to her ear. “Now tell us you want all three of our knots inside you. Not together at once—not yet—but I need you to tell us to fuck you, Ailsa.”

She shudders, her nipples hard even through the fabric of my shirt. “I want all of you to… to knot me,” she finally says. I’m about to make her say it with a little more confidence when she adds, “I want all of you to fuck me.”

My dick throbs in response, drawing a curse from my lips.

Because moons, that’s hot.

I love when a woman says what she wants, when she voices her consent.

And I know Craze and Catum like it, too, because both of them groan in response.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper against her ear. “Now stay right here for me, baby. Legs spread. Pussy wet and needy. Because I’m going to be the first one inside you.”

She’s the picture of sensuous debauchery as I crawl off of her.

Catum doesn’t move, just lounges beside her as he strokes his dick, his gaze on her tits.

Craze lies on her opposite side, preparing himself for another round by massaging his knot.

Yet her eyes are on me as I disrobe, no doubt wondering what my cock looks like.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Ailsa, but all I have is a knot,” I tell her as I remove my jeans, socks, and shoes. My shirt is left, the fabric disappearing with a tug over my head. “However, don’t let the lack of ornaments fool you. I absolutely know how to fuck.”

Her legs tremble as I get back on the bed and kneel between her splayed limbs.

“You didn’t move an inch,” I murmur, pleased. “You know what that means, sweetheart?” I lean down to kiss her clit. “You deserve a reward.” I lick her as both Craze and Catum lean in to take her nipples into their mouths.

They know me as well as I know them. When it comes to fucking, we’re in sync in the best way, and Ailsa learns that now as we drive her to the brink of no return with our mouths.

My fingers slide right into her slick heat once more, easily resuming my earlier preparations.

She’s so fucking ready for our cocks.

Our knots.

Our brand of pleasure.

But I want her to come again before I fuck her, make her so delirious with pleasure that she doesn’t even realize I’m inside her until she feels the pinch of her innocence rupturing around my thick cock.

She’s panting, moaning, clutching at the pillow above her head.

Because she still hasn’t moved.

“Such a good fucking girl for us,” I say against her weeping pussy. “We’re going to make you come so fucking hard, baby.”

Over and over again , I add with my mind.

But I’ll let that part be a surprise.

Catum moves up to capture her mouth while Craze grabs her abandoned tit and tweaks her nipple, causing her to scream against Catum’s lips. Only it’s not a scream of pain, but one of pleasure as she erupts on an orgasmic wave that squeezes the shit out of my fingers.

Moons Almighty, I need to feel her do that around my cock.

Right. Fucking. Now .

Catum and Craze move as I crawl up her, my fingers still lodged deep in her pussy while my thumb applies pressure to her clit.

I want to stroke her pleasure, keep her coming.

But I also can’t wait any longer.

I need her.

Removing my hand, I bring it up to her mouth and part her lips with my damp fingers. “Suck,” I tell her, sliding them over her tongue and forcing her to taste herself on my skin.

It has the desired effect of distracting her and prolonging her rapturous state as I position myself at her entrance.

Then I thrust inside her without warning, making her take me all the way to the hilt.

Her eyes fly open, a garbled sound escaping her.

“Shh,” I hush her, not moving an inch as I allow her body to acclimate to my size. She squirms, clearly uncomfortable, so I grab her hip with my free hand and hold her in place. “You can take it,” I promise her. “Just give yourself a moment.”

She’s shaking her head, tears glistening in her eyes.

I remove my fingers from her mouth and kiss her before she can speak, my tongue whispering a sweet apology against hers, all while my thumb draws circles of encouragement against her hip.

“It hurts right now,” Catum whispers against her ear, his palm holding one of her hands back against the pillow. “But I promise it’s going to feel so fucking good, sweet one. Trust us.”

She’s still crying, her agony hurting my soul.

I don’t mind mingling pain and pleasure, but this is hard for her. We’re Alphas. We’re not just larger; we’re stronger, and a hell of a lot for a small Omega to take.

However, Catum is right.

She’s going to love this soon.

She just needs to get past this first step; then it’ll be pure bliss.

Craze leans forward, his nearness causing me to pull my lips from hers and let him take over. Only, he laps up one of her stray tears first, then feeds it to her with his tongue.

My palm goes to her throat, my opposite one still against her hip, as I wait for her to calm down.

Whatever magic Craze uses on her seems to calm her, his mouth clearly speaking to hers. By the time he finishes kissing her, she’s no longer crying. But she’s not all that enthused either.

At least, not until I subtly move.

Just half an inch to readjust myself inside her.

However, it’s enough to make her nostrils flare. And not in a bad way.

Her eyes meet mine, shock radiating from her blue irises. There’s still a watery sheen to them that makes her look incredibly pretty, if a little innocent. However, that glimmer soon turns sensual as she shifts her hips. A new kind of sound leaves her, one that’s part moan, part breathy purr.

I smile. “There’s our pretty Omega.” I press a kiss to her jaw. “Ready, baby?” I skim my nose along her cheek as Craze rolls back to his side. “Tell me to move.”

She shudders, her lashes still damp with her tears. But nothing in her expression is sad now. It’s all heat. Desire. Intrigue . “Fuck me,” she says instead, her command going straight to my balls.

“You’re such a good student, Miss Marvel,” Catum murmurs on a groan, clearly having enjoyed her demand as much as I did. “Flames, you’d better fuck her, K. Or I’m going to be the first knot she feels in that pretty cunt.”