Page 54 of Monsterland Mayhem

Maybe… maybe I’m still asleep and tomorrow is my birthday. Not today. The wholeDrink Meceremony hasn’t actually happened yet. And I’m just lost in this strange reality where two very sexy men are bathing me in a giant tub.

That makes more sense, right?

Which means… it’s okay to kiss them. To touch them. To… to do other unmentionable things with them.

Because that’s what dreams are for—fantasizing about what life could be like.

And I very much like this fantasy.

Master Pillar’s tongue dances with mine in a sensual caress that has me seeing stars behind my closed eyes. It’s so unreal. So intense. So incrediblyhot.

Every part of me burns, my limbs shaking with some suppressed need that I can’t define.

Whatever this is, I like it. I crave more of it. I never want it to end.

I wrap my arms around Master Pillar’s neck like I often do in my dreams and press myself closer to him. He responds witha growl that vibrates my chest, causing my nipples to ache with renewed desire.

I want to feel his mouth there. Everywhere. All over me. Memorizing my skin, tasting my yearning, and fueling the flames building inside me.

It’s such a foreign need. One I don’t understand, yet fully embrace.

Because this is a dream, I tell myself.Gods, it has to be a dream.

It would explain so much.

Or perhaps it’s just easier to accept that this is all a dream, to embrace what’s making me feel good for just a little while.

It’s like I’ve found a switch in my brain, one I just turn off.

Because I no longer care about anything other than Master Pillar’s tongue.

And Krolic’s gaze,I think, shivering as I sense him watching me—watchingus. It makes me feel alive. Desired.Special.

I move against Master Pillar, just like I did at the table, and jolt when a sensation zips up my spine.

He’s hard,I realize, more than a little aware of what that means thanks to my previous dreams.Gods, he’s so much bigger now.I’m not sure how that’s possible since I’ve always fantasized about his size before, yet never quite like this.

The water around us does little to temper the heat blossoming between my thighs, his arousal thick and prominent even beneath his boxer shorts.

A devilish part of me wants to strip him of the remaining fabric, to free him andridehim. It’s so wanton and unlike me. But I’m far more adventurous and confident in my dreams.

I’m not even sure where I come up with these ideas.

I haven’t been exposed to much in my twenty-one years. Just a few remarks here and there from Baroness Clarice’s daughters.Spending my teen years in their household allowed me to overhear all about their boy-crazy-fueled desires.

I was there when they first fell in love, too.

There when they each lost their virtue.

There when they shared stories of what it felt like.

I… I never wanted to experience it for myself until I heard Master Pillar first speak.

And now… now it’s all I can think about as he kisses me. Touches me.Holdsme.

Gods, I’ve lost my mind.

But who cares?