Monsterland Mayhem (Fairy Tales With A Monstrous Twist)

32. Ailsa

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

AILSA

I’m floating.

Or rather, I’m being carried.

But it feels like floating.

Like I’m high in the sky, existing in a beautiful place set in the clouds.

Fingers comb through my hair.

Lips meet my shoulder.

A deep voice murmurs in my ear.

It’s all a blur. But I can smell my mates. Their distinctive aromas swirling around me, in me, through me.

I sigh, content to be engulfed in their warmth.

At least until a strange pang blossoms to life in my lower belly. I instantly clutch my abdomen, a hiss leaving my lips as I try to determine the cause of the pain.

“Shh,” one of my mates hushes. Krolic . “Your heat is starting.”

“Starting?” I echo, wincing as the agony grows.

We just experienced the most blissful event in the history of existence. And he says my heat is just now starting ?

Oh, Gods…

These men already awoke a pleasure inside me unlike any other.

I don’t think I can handle another round.

Not yet.

Not until I’ve come down from my high. Maybe had a bath. Eaten something. Had a glass of water, too, perhaps.

As though someone heard that request, a straw meets my lip. I suck without asking questions, earning me a deep groan from Craze. “Graves, you have the most incredible mouth, Ailsa. I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock again.”

“I thought you wanted to share her pussy?” Catum asks, his words making my cheeks flame.

“That, too,” Craze drawls. “I want it all.”

The straw disappears and is replaced by Craze’s tongue as he carries me somewhere. I’m no longer paying attention to our surroundings. I don’t think I have been in quite some time, actually. Because we went through a portal. To where, I have no idea. However, it smells nice.

Like fire, cedar, and spice.

“You did a good job preparing the nest,” Krolic says while Craze continues kissing me.

“It wasn’t easy,” Catum mutters. “Not with the escalated timetable. But I did my best.”

“I think she’ll love it, won’t you, baby girl?” Krolic’s fingers are suddenly in my hair, tilting my head toward him as he commands my attention.

I’m not really sure what he just asked, so I provide a lazy “Mm-hmm” in approval.

He chuckles. “You look exquisitely fucked, my love.” His nose drags across my cheek. “I can smell myself all over you.”

“Because you came all over her,” Craze says.

“And I fully intend to do it again,” Krolic returns before claiming my mouth.

That strange pulsing inside me—the one that’s part pain, part something else—springs to life again. I groan in response, both uncomfortable and turned on.

It’s… a bizarre juxtaposition.

I don’t understand it.

But then, I don’t understand a lot of this.

I’m just embracing the absurdity. Reveling in life. Existing with my mates.

Gods, three Alphas.

All of them are mine.

I can feel it in my soul.

However, the bond isn’t complete.

The kingdom needs an heir.

Krolic said something to me on the way here, something about how it doesn’t matter who impregnates me first, just that it happens.

“So we’re all going to breed you,” he whispered against my ear. “All day and all night.”

My thighs clench as I recall those words now.

I can’t imagine doing this for hours, let alone days. I’m… I’m exhausted.

Yet I can feel the warmth growing inside me, the need stirring an intense sort of tension in my lower belly.

Krolic’s tongue whispers across mine, deepening that yearning until I’m panting against him. “Mmm, you’re almost ready,” he says. “But I need you to eat something first, Ailsa.”

He releases me to Catum, who presses something against my mouth. I part for him instinctually, then moan when I realize whatever he just gave me is cherry flavored.

“Beautiful,” he praises. “You’re fucking stunning, Miss Marvel.”

I’m not sure how I find myself in his lap, but I do. He alternates between cherry treats and water, while Craze reaches over to feed me savory bites of cheese and meat.

The food doesn’t seem to help the growing ache inside me, though.

When I tell Catum this, he replies, “That’s because you’re going into heat, Ailsa. The only thing that will satisfy you is a knot.”

I shiver. “Is that why we’ll be… fucking for days?” Fucking feels foreign on my lips. I rarely use that word. But it seems appropriate now.

And my mates seem to approve because they all grin at me in response.

“We’ll be fucking you for days because we want to fuck you for days,” Craze drawls. “We don’t need you to be in heat for that.”

“Pretty sure we’re going to live inside you for the rest of our lives, baby girl,” Krolic adds with a wink.

My cheeks flame in response. “That sounds…” I trail off, unable to fathom a reply.

“Sexy?” Craze offers. “Hot? Really fucking nice? Like a dream come true?”

Catum chuckles beneath me. “We’ll let you shower, Ailsa. And rest. Sometimes.”

My eyes widen. “ Sometimes ?”

He shrugs. “When the mood strikes.”

Oh, Gods. “I don’t think I can do this all the time.”

“I’ll remember that in about two hours when you’re begging us to never stop knotting you,” he murmurs, an amused look in his eyes. “But before we begin, is there anything you’re truly afraid of?”

My brow furrows. “What do you mean?”

“Anything that you don’t want done to you?” he rephrases. “You don’t seem all that opposed to pain, which is good. We like mingling pain with pleasure. Not in a punishment kind of way, though. We’re more into sensual play.”

“Can you…?” I trail off and clear my throat. “Can you give me some examples?”

He looks at Krolic. “Can you get me the red candle?”

My frown deepens, confused by the subject change.

But Catum ignores me and starts clearing the table off in front of him.

When Krolic sets the candle down, Catum touches the wick, creating a flame with his fingertip. My gaze widens. “That’s impressive.”

He snorts. “Not nearly as impressive as the things I’m about to do to you, Miss Marvel.” He picks up the candle and swirls it. “Now back to our discussion. I need to know if anything scares you. Like, say, fire.” He brings it close, and I just blink at the flames.

“I… I don’t want to be burned by it,” I say slowly. “But it doesn’t scare me.”

He nods as Craze slides his chair closer, a knife twirling between his fingers. “What about blades?”

I stare at him. “Are you asking to stab me?”

He chuckles. “No, gorgeous. But I like blood. Just little knicks that create a sting.” He holds out his palm. “Give me your hand and I’ll show you.”

I bite my cheek but do what he asks. He leans down to kiss my palm, his tongue tracing the pad and applying a subtle pressure that has my legs clenching again. I relax against Catum, liking this sensation.

Then yelp as Craze slices his blade across my skin. “ What …?” I try to yank my hand away but he seals his mouth over the wound—which I quickly realize is just a little scrape—and sucks .

My eyes widen.

Why…? Why does that… feel good?

His tongue runs along the shallow laceration, his eyes holding mine the entire time. “Now imagine that on your breast,” he murmurs, leaning back to look at my chest.

“Hmm, speaking of,” Catum murmurs, the candle suddenly too close for comfort.

My lips part as he tilts the jar, causing some of the red liquid to pool.

“This is special wax,” he tells me as it slowly leaks over the edge.

I jump as it lands right on my nipple, the sting of it eliciting a hiss from me.

“It cools quickly,” he goes on, like he isn’t torturing me. “And the process of removing it is… quite fun.”

Another speck lands on my areola, and a third on my stiff peak.

All three men are transfixed by the sight, while I’m trying to decide if it hurts or feels good. The temporary pain distracted me from my overheated insides, but now those sensations seem to be burning with a renewed force.

Catum sets the candle aside—the spicy scent of it reminding me of Craze—and leans down to blow across my chest.

I shiver.

“Craze?” he murmurs.

The most mercurial one of my mates smiles and takes out his knife again, this time angling it toward my breast.

I hold my breath, both terrified and interested in whatever comes next.

He gently scrapes the wax from my skin, careful not to cut me. Which is a relief, and startling since he just mentioned wanting to use his knife on my chest.

But perhaps it’s not knowing his intentions that creates the excitement. Will he hurt me or please me? I wonder, only to suddenly find my nipple in Catum’s mouth.

A loud moan escapes me, the sensation of having his sensual attention after feeling the burn is… is… amazing .

The warmth inside me nearly combusts, my thighs instantly slick. Oh, Gods… I feel like I’m about to come.

Yet all too soon, the feeling is gone, and Craze is pressing another treat to my lips.

I’m trembling. “You’re teasing me,” I realize aloud.

“Testing your limits a little, yes,” Catum replies with a devilish twinkle in his brown eyes. “You’re about to give us your body for the next few days, and we want to make sure we care for it properly.”

“We don’t want to scare you,” Krolic adds, his voice gruff. He’s standing across from us, one shoulder propped against the wall, his cock fully erect.

Catum still has on his dress shirt and pants.

Craze is in jeans and nothing else.

And Krolic is as naked as me.

“Are you all right with being bound?” Catum asks me.

“She is,” Craze answers for me, then sends me a wink. “We played with some vines, didn’t we, gorgeous?”

I shiver, remembering his jump-rope routine that ended with me being tied up against him. “Yes,” I whisper. I would definitely do that again.

“What about the idea of us double knotting your cunt?” Krolic asks, causing my eyes to widen. “The stretch will hurt. But the eventual pleasure… well.” He smiles. “I think you’ll enjoy that part.”

I swallow, my insides suddenly on fire. “Okay,” I tell him.

Because I’m crazy.

Insane, even.

But honestly, I trust these men to take care of me.

To protect me.

To keep me safe.

And I tell them that.

“There are no limits here,” I conclude, meeting each of their gazes. “Because I know you’ll never do anything to hurt me, and you’ll always respect my choices.”

They’ve more than proved that.

These men are my future.

My Alphas.

My mates.

I want to explore everything with them. Be their queen. Their Omega. And develop a new existence with them by my side.

This little realm of unordinary possibilities is my new normal. I accept that. I accept them .

Which means there’s really only one thing left to do.

“Take me to bed,” I tell them.

But Catum shakes his head. “No, sweet one.” He lifts me into his arms. “We’re going to take you to our nest .”

I hold on to his shoulders as he moves, my gaze searching his. “Nest?”

He nods. “We prepared it just for you.”

“Because we hoped you would accept our mating,” Krolic adds.

“And agree to be brought here for your heat,” Craze concludes.

I have no idea what he’s talking about. And I’m no less confused when he sets me down on a large, beautiful mattress laden in silky sheets. “This is a bed,” I tell him.

He smiles. “One you’re going to turn into a nest.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will,” he promises as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. “When your instincts kick in.”

My eyes track across his sinewy muscles, enjoying the show of him stripping. “If you say so,” I reply, my throat going dry.

“Nesting is what Omegas do once they’re pregnant,” Craze explains as he pulls me into his body in the center of the bed.

His hard cock lands against my thigh, making me gasp. I have no idea when he lost his pants, but he’s very aroused now. And he proceeds to show me just how aroused by pushing me under him and settling between my splayed thighs.

He slides into me in a single thrust, sending electric shocks to every nerve ending in my body. “So fucking wet,” he says, gliding in and out of me as Krolic and Catum settle onto the bed on either side of us. “So fucking breedable .”

“Fertile,” Krolic growls. “She’s fertile.”

“I know,” Craze says, groaning as he begins to really move inside me. “Fuck, gorgeous, I’m going to need you to come around my dick.”

I clutch his shoulders as he starts to fuck me even harder, his movements hitting me deep inside and igniting an inferno of need. I groan as dampness pools inside my sex, coating Craze’s cock and spilling onto my thighs.

It’s… it’s something I don’t fully understand. But ohhhh, it heightens the sensations.

Sensations that skyrocket even higher as Catum takes my mouth with his own. Krolic is next, his palm grabbing my breast and giving it a squeeze before taunting my nipple with his thumb.

Someone—Catum, I think—slides his hand between me and Craze, his thumb going straight to my clit. “You heard Craze,” he says, his mouth near my ear. “He wants you to come all over his cock.”

My thighs clench, drawing a groan from Craze. “So fucking tight.” He slams into me even more, his grip on my hips bruising. But I don’t care. It feels so good. I’m lifting my hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

And suddenly I’m spiraling, losing my mind, screaming with desire.

It hits me all at once.

Not an orgasm, but an unadulterated craving that takes my breath away. It fractures my mind. Alters my spirit.

I… I need so much more. This isn’t enough. I… I’m on fire . Literal fire . Or maybe not literally. I don’t know. I’m just a mess of need, the sensations so intense I can’t stop screaming.

The men are all moving, their touch and mouths seeming to worship every inch of me at once.

But it’s not enough.

I tell them this.

I beg.

I demand .

It hurts. It burns. It’s too much.

“Breathe,” Krolic says against my ear, his body behind mine.

I don’t understand the request.

I’m too busy screaming .

And then I feel him enter my ass, his penetration momentarily grounding as pain shoots across my body. But the temporary reprieve soon dissipates as the fire reignites.

Craze is at my front, his hands massaging my breasts.

Catum is?—

His cock thrusts into my mouth, going so deep that I choke. But it’s a blissful action, one that helps me understand who I am and where I am.

However, like everything else, it’s fleeting.

Suddenly, all I am is a ball of nerves. Of sensation. Of need .

And my Alphas are fucking me. Taking me. Giving me their seed.

I taste it in my mouth, feel it in my ass, and sigh as a knot locks inside my womb.

I don’t care who is where, just that I’m full. Claimed. Home .

My world.

My chaos.

My own exquisite… happily-ever-after.