Page 128 of Monsterland Mayhem

“Fuck, you feel amazing, Miss Marvel.”

“Likewise, Master Pillar,” she purrs, her words nearly shocking me out of my oblivion.

She’s learning.

And I fucking love how quickly she’s picking up on what makes each of us tick.

I pull her into me, kissing her soundly as she takes me all the way into her slick channel, her tight little body pulsing around mine.

Amazingis no longer the right adjective.

Unbelievable.

Unreal.

Fantastic.

None of those words are good enough.

And I stop trying to find the right one the moment our tongues touch.

She moans, kissing me with a passion I feel to my very soul as her hips begin to move.

But Craze stops her, his heat joining ours as he kneels behind her once more. “Reach back and spread your cheeks for me,” he says against her ear, making her jolt.

“Do what he says, Ailsa,” Krolic murmurs. “Because the sooner he’s in your ass, the sooner I can fuck your mouth. And I’m feeling particularly left out over here.”

He’s standing right beside us, his hand massaging his knot as he prepares himself for her throat.

She’s probably going to choke on his seed.

But that’s all right. We’ll help her through it.

Her limbs are still trembling as she reaches behind to expose herself for Craze. He curses, clearly pleased with the invitation, and wastes no time pressing himself at her back entrance.

“This is going to be intense,” I warn her. “Just try to breathe through the burn, Miss Marvel. Once he’s seated, we’ll make you see stars.”

Hell, she’ll probably pass out.

Ailsa goes rigid as Craze starts to push forward.

“Relax,” I whisper against her mouth. “I promise this will feel so fucking good once we start fucking you. But you need to let him in.”

She bites her lip, and I lean forward to suck that poor bottom lip into my mouth. Then I lave it with my tongue before kissing her deeply.

Her arms are tense as she continues to expose herself to Craze, her body frozen at an extremely sensual angle.

I’m sure it’s driving Krolic mad seeing her like this. But he’s as patient as I am, if not more so.

“So fucking tight,” Craze groans, his head falling back as he shoves his hips forward, forcing her to take the rest of him in a single thrust.

She screams against my mouth. I tighten my grip on her hair, forcing her to stay where she is as I devour her. But she starts to move her hips like she’s trying to get away from us, like it’s too much to take.

Which feels so fucking good that I can’t help but growl. “Keep doing that, Miss Marvel, and you’ll be getting my knot sooner than expected.”

Craze grunts, his hands suddenly on her hips. “Where do you think you’re going to go, gorgeous? You’re impaled on both our cocks. Fucking accept that or you’ll end up hurting yourself.”

Ailsa releases a soft cry, one I swallow before gently kissing her.