Monsterland Mayhem (Fairy Tales With A Monstrous Twist)

30. Catum

CHAPTER THIRTY

CATUM

I’m so fucking hard I can hardly think straight.

Between the fight and hearing Ailsa declare her need for a hunt, I… I’m enslaved to my instincts. Lost to the drive to claim .

Because our Omega has started the most primal of games.

And she’s running through the hedge maze.

Krolic joins me by one of the many entrances, his eyes narrowed. “Split up or hunt as a team?” he asks.

“Team,” I tell him.

“Always as a team,” Craze echoes.

If either male is stunned by what was revealed today—that Queen Alice was stuck in a fountain with over a dozen other Omegas—neither of them shows it.

Perhaps because we’ve all seen extraordinary events in our very long lives.

Or, more likely, because none of us can get Ailsa Marvel out of our heads.

The ritual has begun.

The elixir has been drunk— again .

And our delicious Omega is about to go into heat.

Fuck, I can’t wait to knot her. I’m going to claim every part of her, just as I’m sure Craze and Krolic will do the same.

Her scent grows stronger with every step, her cunt already slick with need. I can practically taste her on my tongue.

“Oh, we’re going to rip you apart, Miss Marvel,” I purr, aware that my voice will carry directly to her on the wind. “And you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”

Craze and Krolic growl in agreement, the echo of their hunger no doubt sending a chill down our Omega’s spine.

This is part of the fun.

Part of the draw.

Part of the foreplay .

I pause as I feel her move, her presence close yet too far away.

She’s running.

Searching.

Desiring a place to hide.

I smile.

There is nowhere she can hide in this maze. We will find her. And we will fuck her.

For days.

“Graves, she smells amazing,” Craze says under his breath. “I can’t wait to rip that fucking dress off of her.”

“I can’t wait to be inside her,” I growl, my knot practically throbbing with need. Delayed gratification is not my thing, and yet I’ve staved off my orgasm for days .

Hell, years, really.

My hand did the job just fine, but fucking our mate will be a lot more than fine. It’ll be exquisite .

Craze starts skipping through the maze, a whistle weaving into the air around him as he taunts our intended.

Krolic adds to the tune, his inner beast rumbling in a low snarl of sound.

A purr vibrates my chest, creating a baritone that rivals Krolic’s.

I can practically hear our sweet Omega moaning in response. Her thighs are probably drenched with need, the elixir having heightened every sensation, every reaction, every craving .

“We’re coming for you,” I whisper, my magic carrying the words to our panting Omega. “Run faster, Miss Marvel.”

I can hear her heart beating. Or maybe it’s my own.

But I take off toward the sound, determined to find her.

Craze and Krolic are right behind me, their excitement as palpable as my own.

We hit a dead end, one that has me grinning because Ailsa’s scent is all over this area. She was here.

Which means we just missed her.

I turn and keep prowling, my nose leading the way as I track her sweet fragrance all through the maze.

Krolic grabs my arm, his finger brushing his lips as he cants his head to the side.

Frowning, I follow his movement, my nose instantly rejoicing at the perfume lingering in the air in that direction.

I nod for him to lead, acknowledging that he’s the king.

Or the future one, anyway.

With Alice actually being alive, she’s the current monarch.

But once we claim Ailsa, Krolic will officially take the throne as the Monsterland King. I’ll be his Second. And Craze will be the Enforcer.

Just as it used to be.

Just as it should be.

Just as it will be .

Krolic pauses at the edge of a colorful rose-decorated hedge, then holds his hand up in a waiting signal.

I understand why an instant later when I hear the soft patter of feet coming our way. Ailsa’s fragrance grows with each passing second, then suddenly she appears, her damp dress sticking to her like a second skin.

She yelps upon seeing us waiting for her and turns to run in the opposite direction, but Krolic grabs her by the waist and yanks her back, spinning her into our waiting circle.

We close in on all sides, our Omega shrieking in response as she whirls around, searching for an escape.

But there is none.

“You’re ours now, Miss Marvel,” I growl, catching her by the nape and yanking her in for a devastating kiss. She pushes against me, trying to free herself, which only makes me kiss her harder. She gasps when I draw blood, her eyes wild with an intoxicating mixture of fear and arousal.

“Catum,” she breathes.

I nearly correct her, desiring the formality of Master Pillar on her lips. But there’s a vulnerability to her that has me wanting to allow her use of my first name. At least for now.

“Ailsa,” I return softly, then kiss her again, this time with all the reverence I feel blossoming deep inside me.

She practically melts into me, no longer trying to fight.

I love it.

Love this.

Love her .

She’s our intended.

And we’re about to thoroughly worship every fucking inch of her.

Craze rips her from my arms, not to kiss her but to tear the dress off of her, his movements bordering on feral. Ailsa shivers, her hands going to cover her breasts on instinct. But I catch her wrists and yank them back down. “No more hiding,” I say against her ear, my chest to her back. “You’re ours to fuck now, sweet one.”

“Ours to knot,” Krolic agrees, grabbing her next and kissing her while Craze shreds her panties with one of his cards.

He doesn’t wait for her consent or for her to say anything, just goes to his knees from behind, spreads her legs, and starts eating her cunt while Krolic kisses her.

“ Ohh, ” she says against our king’s mouth.

“Let him tongue-fuck you,” Krolic tells her, his hand around her nap as his opposite arm clasps her waist. “He’s going to make you come. Then you’re going to straddle Catum while Craze takes your ass.” His grip shifts to clasp her chin. “And I’m going to take your mouth.”

She shudders.

“Do you hear that, Miss Marvel?” I ask, leaning over Craze to press my lips to her ear again. “We’re going to take all three of your holes. All at once. Claim you in the basest way. Make you ours . And drown you in our seed.”

I can’t tell if her trembling is from my words or Craze’s actions below. Probably both.

I step back to loosen my tie, my jacket and cuff links long gone, thanks to the bloody battle in the courtyard. Some of those Alphas will never recover.

Others will eventually regenerate.

I’m, thankfully, already healed.

It was a dark day.

But it will culminate in light.

In beauty.

In a future bond.

My tie falls to the ground as I undo the first two buttons of my dress shirt. The sleeves are already rolled to my elbows, so I leave those alone.

All while Krolic whispers sensual promises against our Omega’s mouth, telling her how good she’s going to look stuffed full of our cocks.

She’s nervous. But she’s also extremely turned on, as evidenced by Craze below. He’s practically drenched in her slick, the elixir more than doing its job.

Fortunately, she’s still of sound mind.

Soon, that will change.

But we’ll guard her through the process. Protect her during her moments of mental weakness. And knot her into oblivion, just the way she needs.

I unbuckle my belt, then unfasten my pants, but I don’t take them off.

I want Ailsa to soak my clothes with her arousal.

To claim me in her own way. Mark me as hers. Saturate me with her essence. And tell the world that this Alpha… no, these Alphas are hers.

She jolts as Craze begins to prod her backside, preparing her for his cock. It’s that or we share her pussy, which I don’t think she’s ready to do.

That’ll be a more advanced session for later in her heat.

Just like wax play.

Knife play.

Blood play.

All play .

We’re going to fucking debauch our little Omega. Introduce her to pleasures beyond her imagination. Show her what her future will be with us.

Unbridled rapture.

Intense orgasms.

Delirious states of being.

Subspace .

Flames, I can’t fucking wait.

“Do you remember the safe motion that Master Pillar taught you?” Krolic asks her, using my formal title because he knows I like it.

Ailsa blinks groggy eyes at him but nods.

“Show us, Miss Marvel,” I demand. “What’s your nonverbal safe motion?” Because she’s absolutely going to have her mouth full over the next few days. Whether it be sucking our dicks, keeping our cocks warm, or kissing us, there won’t be much talking.

Because we’re going to be inside her constantly.

Her nipples are tight little points that I long to suck and nip. Or cover in hot wax .

Fuck, her tits will look so good with pink marks on them.

I can’t fucking wait to play.

But we need to finish this first, claim our prey. Accept her submission. Make her take all three of us as one.

“Oh, Gods,” she says as Craze attacks her clit with his mouth. He has three fingers in her ass now, his vigor making her knees shake.

“The motion, Miss Marvel,” I remind her. “What is it?”

She fists her hand and lifts it over her head, then grabs on to Krolic as she falls apart.

Fresh slick scents the air, her pussy convulsing in her dire need to be fucked . The elixir will have made this orgasm even more intense for her, which explains the soft cries leaving her now as tears trail down her cheeks.

Krolic licks one up with his tongue, then kisses the hell out of her while Craze works her through the passion, his touch no doubt restoking the flames even as she continues to come.

She’s panting by the time it’s done, her body visibly quivering.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl,” Krolic says, his fingers in her hair now as he tilts her head back for a better angle against her mouth.

Her breasts are pushed up against his bare chest, making me slightly envious.

Because I want to feel her. To touch her. To take her.

“She’s ready,” Craze growls, causing her to yelp in surprise. Because he said it right against her clit. She screams then, suggesting he just bit her there, too.

“Shh,” Krolic hushes her. “Your body is ours to care for over the next few days. Let us play.”

She jumps as Craze repeats the motion, her hand flying down to yank him away. But he doesn’t let up, instead grabbing her ass and pressing his face even more into her heat.

“ Craze ,” she says on a snarl that quickly morphs into a moan. “What are you doing to me?”

“Owning you,” I say as I come up behind her again. “Now get over here and straddle me, Miss Marvel.”

She swallows, her eyes finding mine and watching as I go to sit on the ground. I’ve left my pants undone for her. It’ll be her job to pull out my cock and take me into her cunt.

“Go to him,” Krolic tells her. “Show him with your hands and your mouth how much you want him.”

Her pupils dilate as she considers Krolic’s and my words.

Craze slides out from between her thighs, his face saturated in her pleasure and a little bit of blood.

I don’t know whether he cut her with one of his blades or bit her too hard, but the sight of it has my knot throbbing. Because I love the savage way he plays. Love even more that she allows it.

When she turns around, I don’t see any evidence of him having truly hurt her. But her thighs are soaked with arousal.

I rest back on my palms.

“Stand near my face first,” I tell her. “I want to see what Craze did to your little clit.”

She visibly swallows, then walks forward and grabs my shoulders. She’s too short to stand directly over my head, but she goes up onto her tiptoes to let me see her pretty pussy.

I don’t reach for her.

I simply inhale her.

Then I slowly lean forward to give her a long, sensuous lick. There , I think, finding the small cut near her clit, but not on her clit. Sadistic bastard .

Yet I can’t say I hate it.

The taste of her blood is an aphrodisiac. One that has my cock exploding from my boxers. I lave the wound, loving the way she moans in response.

Our little Omega likes the bite of pain.

That’s good.

Very good.

“You want my cock, Miss Marvel?” I ask against her weeping sex. “You want us to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Prove it,” I demand. “Show me with your mouth.”