Page 53 of Monsterland Mayhem

She very much knows I’m here.

And she likes that I’m watching her with Krolic.

It reminds me of earlier when I played with her at the table—she enjoyed being seen then, too.

“I think our Omega is a bit of an exhibitionist,” I muse. “That’s good, Miss Marvel. Because I’m a bit of a voyeur myself.”

She shivers. “I don’t know what that means.”

No, I imagine she’s not familiar with a lot of things. “It means watching you kiss Krolic turns me on, just like it’s making you wet knowing that I’m here, too.”

“Wet?” Her brow furrows. “We’re in a bathtub.”

Krolic chuckles. “He’s talking about your pussy, baby girl. You’re wet between your thighs.”

Her cheeks flame with a beautiful shade of pink. “Oh.” She tries to squirm off of his lap, which he only allows because I move in to grab her from behind and pull her into mine. “Oh!”

I catch her nape, my opposite arm banding around her as she straddles me. “I wonder if you taste like chocolate cherries,” I say, my grip tightening when she tries to move again. “Will you indulge me, Miss Marvel?”

Her pupils dilate, her gaze falling to my mouth as she stops trying to swim away. “This has to be a dream,” she breathes.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I murmur as I close the gap between us. Then I make her dreams a reality with my tongue, gently parting her lips and kissing her the way I wanted to downstairs.

Slowly at first.

Just a sensual introduction between mouths.

One that grows with each passing moment into something more intense. Something more impactful. Something moreus.

By the time I deepen our embrace, she’s practically vibrating on top of me, her thighs squeezing mine as her hands grasp my shoulders. Her nails bite into my skin, leaving marks and claiming me as hers. All while I dominate her mouth.

“I was right,” I whisper against her lips. “Chocolate cherries have never been more delicious.” I kiss her again before she can reply, my fingers gliding up to fist her hair while I hold her against me.

Fuck, her tits feel perfect against my chest. So full and ripe, those pretty nipples hard and aroused. I’m going to bite them. Suck them. Then bite them again.

Flames, her breasts would look amazing with little droplets of wax painted across them.

I would wipe them away to admire the pink splotches in their wake, then chase away the hurt with my tongue.

That’ll be an advanced session, one that will require our little Omega to understand the art of pain and pleasure.

We’ll teach her everything.

Show her how best to heighten her ecstasy.

And care for her properly afterward.

Our sweet one. Our Omega. Ourqueen.

I draw her bottom lip between my teeth and bite down a little harder than earlier, then growl as she pants in response.

Already she’s showing how she feels about a little stinging sensation while in the throes of passion. “Our king was right,” I tell her. “You really are fucking perfect, Miss Marvel.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

AILSA

This has to be a dream.