Monsterland Mayhem (Fairy Tales With A Monstrous Twist)

21. Catum

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CATUM

Challenging the Silver King isn’t a wise decision.

But fuck , I need to be inside this woman. Right fucking now.

So if he doesn’t start moving, I’m going to throw him off of her and take over.

We’ve engaged in the ultimate game of delayed gratification. It was fun for a while. But now… now I need our Omega.

“Hmm,” Krolic hums, the sound one that can be good or bad.

I decide it’s the latter when he pulls out of her pussy, his cock head stained with her innocence. I half expect him to make her lick it off of him, but instead he says, “I want you on your knees, Ailsa.”

She blinks up at him, partially dazed from his abrupt withdrawal. “What?”

“Hands and knees, baby girl. Catum needs you to suck his cock while I fuck you,” he tells her.

Ah, the hum was good, then, I realize, pleased with this development.

When Ailsa doesn’t immediately move, he grabs her hips and rolls her to her stomach. Then I help by fisting her hair and pulling her head up as I move to kneel in front of her.

She scrambles, her palms finding the mattress with Craze’s assistance as Krolic guides her to her knees.

Her eyes are huge as she looks up at me, the surprise in her features rather alluring. “Part your lips, Miss Marvel,” I tell her.

Like a good girl, she does, then screams around the head of my dick as Krolic enters her from behind. I don’t let her pull back, instead holding her in place while tears gather in her eyes once more.

Only these tears are not born of pain.

They’re from pleasure.

A pleasure that mounts as Krolic truly begins to fuck her, just like she requested.

The aged lines of his face are taut with agonized pleasure, his enjoyment palpable as his hips move against her.

There’s nothing in this world like an Omega’s pussy. Or that’s what we’ve all been told, anyway. And it seems that rumor is very, very true.

But I want to feel this Omega’s mouth.

“Take me deeper,” I tell her, my fingers still woven through her hair, my other hand clamping down on her nape.

Her nails bite into the sheets as I arch her head back a little more to find a better angle.

Then I push myself into her widening mouth, loving the way her eyes flare in alarm.

Because yeah, I’m longer than Craze. Wider, too.

And my knot is bigger than Krolic’s as well.

She’s in for a world of unique pleasure where my dick is concerned, something she already seems to be learning as my tattoos hum to life inside her mouth.

They’re writhing , something that’s going to feel fucking magnificent for her when I knot her.

“Remember to relax your throat, Miss Marvel,” I tell her as she begins to choke. Krolic is evoking too many sensations below, driving her to the brink of madness with every thrust.

He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t need any fancy enhancements to properly fuck her.

He’s a king.

And he’s showing her what that means right now.

“Suck her clit for me,” he tells Craze.

The infamous Mad Hatter grins. “Only if I can nibble, too.” The sadist loves to evoke pain.

Krolic nods while Ailsa’s eyes go huge.

But she can’t exactly protest with my cock stuffed in her mouth.

“If any of this becomes too much for you, fist your hand and lift it in the air,” I instruct her, realizing she needs a safeword, as well as a motion to make when she can’t otherwise speak.

She swallows around me, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Craze makes his way beneath her.

“Demonstrate for me, Miss Marvel,” I demand, squeezing her nape. “Show me you can make a fist and lift it in the air.”

Her gaze darts back up to me, a hint of clarity in her features, perhaps because Craze hasn’t quite started playing with her yet, and Krolic has slowed his pace. Both of them realize how important this is.

“Make a fist, Ailsa.” Krolic’s words are underlined with dominance, his kingly state coming out to wrap an invisible hand around our Omega and force her compliance.

Her lashes flutter as she lifts her hand in a fist-like motion.

I relinquish my grip on her nape and draw my hand around to brush my knuckles down her cheek. “Good girl, Miss Marvel. Repeat that action now if you need us to stop.”

She lowers her hand instead, her gaze defiant and making me grin.

“If you change your mind, you know what to do.” I graze her cheek once more, then grab her face and push myself deep into her mouth.

She gags and splutters, then groans as Krolic resumes thrusting.

All while Craze tortures her clit.

She screams every time he bites down and moans whenever he soothes the pain.

It’s a glorious fucking sight, one that has me so close to coming that I nearly give in to the impulse.

But I want to knot her.

To tie us together. To feel the bliss of her hot channel clamping down around me as we come together in unison.

She’s about to experience the beginning of that now with Krolic. I can tell he’s close, see it in the way his pace has turned savage. He’s letting go. Falling into the climax he knows is going to knock him off-kilter.

It’s a rare moment of peace for him. One where he’s trusting Craze and me to protect both him and our chosen mate.

And something about that just makes all of this more powerful.

We’re a circle for a reason.

A shared unit of Alpha power.

As Second, I’ll be the temporary king as Krolic gives in to his pleasure.

Then he’ll reassume his throne while I fuck our Omega into oblivion.

“ Fuck ,” he groans, his head falling back as his orgasm rips out of him, his knot shooting into our Omega and making her scream around my cock.

I nearly come with them, the sensation of her choked gasps almost enough to drag me over the edge. But I pull out before she destroys me with those clever lips and yank her up onto her knees so Krolic can grab her chin and guide her back into a kiss.

She’s utterly spent, her goddess-like form pink from exertion as she climaxes with our king.

It’s a fucking erotic display, seeing him pulse inside her like this, his cock deep in her pussy as he holds her like an offering for us to worship.

Craze is half mad with lust, gazing up at them from the bed, while I remain on my knees, loving this feral display of pleasure.

Krolic has her head twisted to the side so he can better devour her mouth. His other arm is around her middle, supporting her weight as he unleashes his ecstasy inside her.

It goes on for minutes, their embrace one that has Craze and me panting with want .

But we give them their moment.

Allow her to feel her first knotting.

All while knowing we’re next.

“Fuck, baby,” Krolic whispers against her mouth, his forehead touching hers. “ Fuck .” He kisses her again, his rapture ongoing.

She’s quivering in his arms, her body overwhelmed by the unending orgasm.

It’s a sensation I can’t wait to experience with her.

I give my dick a stroke, fully anticipating what’s to come next.

Because it’s my turn to be inside her.

My turn to experience the bliss of an Omega’s?—

My hand stills, the hairs along the back of my neck standing on end as a sizzling sensation hums through my veins. Not a pleasant one, but one of warning.

Craze and I share a look, his dark eyes glittering with understanding because he senses it, too.

I lunge for Ailsa and Krolic, my arms encircling them both as I engage a portal on the ground, one meant to take us to the Ice Planes.

So much for it being safe underground, I think, furious for allowing this distraction. This cavern has been a safe haven for hundreds of years. The fact that anyone has discovered it proves Ailsa isn’t masked at all. They can scent her right through all my magic.

Which is a huge fucking problem.

Because we still have five days before her heat.

Krolic’s arms are around me as we cradle Ailsa between us, the three of us rolling through the portal and onto the snowy fields. The chill burns my bare skin, this plane aptly named. It’s high up in the Garnet Mountains and shrouded in clouds, making it difficult to see through the fog.

But I feel Craze rolling onto the ground behind us, his presence a scent that’s ingrained in my memory. I quickly shut the portal, then scan the icy tundra for any incoming threats.

Plan D is one of our last resorts.

“Shit,” Craze mutters, taking the word right out of my mouth as he leaps to his feet. “Bringing her here was a mistake. We should never have let anyone know she exists.”

Krolic is already shaking his head. “Monsterland deserves to know their queen.”

“Sure, after she’s carrying your heir,” Craze growls, one of his more antagonistic personalities on display. I can’t say I blame him, given the situation.

But Krolic is right. “Our queen also deserves a choice,” I add.

“What choice are we giving her exactly?” Craze demands. “We’ve already claimed her. Fuck, we’ve been taking out everyone and anyone who comes within a few feet of her. How is that a choice?”

I untangle myself from Krolic and Ailsa so I can sit back on my heels. I’m not having this conversation whilst strewn about on the ground.

Running my fingers through my hair, I attempt to regain control of my mental faculties.

Krolic, however, is faster. “Her choice is whether or not she wants to accept her role in Monsterland.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Craze retorts. “We just take her back to her realm? Or we let another Alpha-circle claim her?”

Krolic releases a low rumble at that and sits up with Ailsa in his lap. Thankfully, he doesn’t appear to be inside her anymore, his knot likely having subsided the moment we hit the Ice Planes.

“We all agreed to this plan, Craze. Complaining?—”

“I didn’t,” Ailsa interjects. “I don’t even understand what’s happening, or what plans you’ve made or why I’m here or… or how w-we ended up h-here.” Her teeth begin to chatter over that last part, the frigid air not at all kind against her exposed skin.

“Let’s move this discussion into the cabin,” I tell them, gesturing to the sheet of ice about ten yards in front of us.

Ailsa frowns at it.

Considering how it looks from the outside, I’m not surprised.

Krolic stands with her in his arms, and I leap up to my feet to get ahead of him.

Craze just stomps off after us, clearly pissed.

Talk about a mood shift , I think warily.

When I approach the wall, I press my hand to the center and a door appears, one that only manifests when one of the three of us touches this specific sheet of ice.

Pushing through the threshold, I hold the door open for Krolic to bring in Ailsa. Craze follows right behind them and heads to the bedroom without a word.

I assume he’s getting dressed until he returns with a T-shirt for Ailsa.

Krolic takes it from him and puts it over Ailsa’s head, fashioning a temporary dress of sorts as Craze marches off again.

“I’ll be back,” Krolic mutters, following Craze and leaving me alone with Ailsa.

She hasn’t said anything at all, not since mentioning her own frustrations outside.

“I’m sorry, Ailsa,” I murmur, meaning it. “You’re right. We should have focused on our plans, not…” I nearly say our knots but clear my throat instead. “How about you sit down over there while I make you a hot chocolate?”

“Will I even be able to enjoy it?” she asks, sounding exhausted.

“The only monsters up here are snow creatures, and most of them are loyal to Krolic,” I tell her. “And they don’t take kindly to intruders.”

She glances at me. “If you’re saying this is safer, then why didn’t we start here?”

“Because I thought my cloak would be enough to mask your presence while we worked on a few other details,” I tell her.

“What details?” she asks.

“Details regarding the royal court.” I turn toward the kitchen, determined to make her something to eat and drink. I’m guessing she needs it after… everything.

“Tell me what that means,” she demands, standing only a few feet behind me. “What details did you need?”

“Final plans for attempting to reclaim the throne,” I tell her. “But it’s all been a moot point. We haven’t been able to sit in the same place long enough to finalize anything. And, honestly, it really doesn’t matter. Our allies will either stand with us or they won’t.”

“What allies?” she asks. “Because everyone I’ve met so far seems to want to kill me.”

I shake my head and look back at her. “They don’t want to kill you, Ailsa. They either want to fuck you or take you to the Imposter King.”

She rubs her temples. “Master Pillar, I?—”

“Catum,” I interject, turning to fully face her. “Formalities can be fun, but right now, we need to be Catum and Ailsa. All right?”

She swallows, her exhaustion palpable. “Catum,” she whispers, making my lips tilt up just a little.

“Good girl,” I praise, leaning in to brush my mouth against hers. “Now, why don’t you take a seat at the counter since you didn’t want to relax in the living room. I’ll make you a hot chocolate, then we’ll talk more.”

She takes a step toward the stools, like she’s going to obey, then pauses and frowns. “No.”

“No?” I echo.

“I can’t sit right now.”

My brow furrows. “Why not?”

“Because… because…” She gestures at her thighs and then her hidden mound, the oversized shirt more like a dress on her. “I’m leaking .”

I bite my lip to keep from chuckling.

She notices, though, because she scowls. “It’s not funny.”

“You’re right,” I agree. It’s hilarious . But it’s also not the time to be laughing, so I don’t add that clarification out loud.

Instead, I step toward her and lift her into my arms, causing her to yelp in response. “What are you doing?” she shrieks.

“Taking you to the shower,” I tell her. “Where I’m going to clean you up while someone else makes something to eat.”

That last part is for Krolic and Craze—both of whom just joined us in the kitchen.

“She wants some hot chocolate,” I tell them, aware that Ailsa never actually said that, but I think she’ll like it. “Prepare food to go with it. We’ll be back in thirty minutes.”