Page 129 of Monsterland Mayhem

She’s no longer holding herself open for Craze, but shoving against my chest.

Yet not once does she lift her hand into a fist.

This is just her body fighting the inevitable.

And once we get moving, she’ll understand the purpose of the pain.

“Do you feel full, baby girl?” Krolic asks softly. “Stretched in an unimaginable way, perhaps?”

She nods, tears trailing down her cheeks. “It’s too much.”

“It’s not,” he promises her as he brushes his thumb along her jaw. “Soon, you’ll beg us to double knot your pussy.”

Her eyes widen. “Double knot…?”

“We’ll work up to it,” I whisper, tilting her head toward Krolic. “Now part those pretty lips for our king, Miss Marvel. Let him fuck that delectable mouth while Craze and I make you feel good.”

Her throat works, her pupils blown wide with lust.

A lust that only grows hotter as Krolic takes control of her chin and angles his cock toward her mouth. “Ready, baby girl?”

She seems torn on nodding and shaking her head but leans forward to lick him like the good little Omega that she is. Then she parts her lips around him and takes him as deep as she can without gagging.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Don’t overexert yourself. We have a long few days ahead of us.”

She practically vibrates in response to his words, the sensation making my balls tighten in anticipation.

I once again meet Krolic’s gaze and give him a look I know he understands because his lips curl.

Craze slowly drags himself out to the tip, then rams himself back in, causing our Omega to jolt and scream. Except it’s a garbled sound since her mouth is full of cock.

“Careful with your teeth, baby girl,” Krolic tells her, a hint of dominance in his tone. “I like pain, but not that kind of pain.”

She swallows around him, then braces as Craze does it again.

“Relax,” I remind her. “We’re going to take care of you, Ailsa. Just trust your body to accept this. I promise you’ll love it.”

Her eyes close, and I allow it for the moment. She needs a few seconds to mentally regroup.

Craze slides in and out of her a third time, then a fourth time, and by the fifth, her cheeks are flushed.

On the sixth, she groans.

And on the seventh, I reach between us to thumb her clit.

Her eyes fly open once more, revealing lust-drunk irises. “There’s our pretty Omega,” I murmur. “Look how much you love this.” I apply a little more pressure against her sensitive nub. “You’re submitting so beautifully, Miss Marvel.”

“So fucking perfectly,” Krolic echoes, his grip shifting to her nape as he starts to fuck her mouth. “Keep that throat relaxed for me.” He still has his other hand on his knot, likely to stop it from exploding down her throat. He’ll hold it back while his seed slides over her tongue.

Craze probably won’t hold his back in her ass. He’ll want her to feel the undercurrent of pain while she experiences the ecstasy of my knot.

Flames, it’ll feel good.

So. Fucking. Good.

The three of us start to let go, our control snapping as Ailsa embraces what’s happening to her, as our prey finally succumbs to being caught. Dominated.Owned.

It’s the hottest fucking experience of my very long life.