Page 82 of Monsterland Mayhem

The aged lines of his face are taut with agonized pleasure, his enjoyment palpable as his hips move against her.

There’s nothing in this world like an Omega’s pussy. Or that’s what we’ve all been told, anyway. And it seems that rumor is very,verytrue.

But I want to feel this Omega’s mouth.

“Take me deeper,” I tell her, my fingers still woven through her hair, my other hand clamping down on her nape.

Her nails bite into the sheets as I arch her head back a little more to find a better angle.

Then I push myself into her widening mouth, loving the way her eyes flare in alarm.

Because yeah, I’m longer than Craze. Wider, too.

And my knot is bigger than Krolic’s as well.

She’s in for a world of unique pleasure where my dick is concerned, something she already seems to be learning as my tattoos hum to life inside her mouth.

They’rewrithing, something that’s going to feel fucking magnificent for her when I knot her.

“Remember to relax your throat, Miss Marvel,” I tell her as she begins to choke. Krolic is evoking too many sensations below, driving her to the brink of madness with every thrust.

He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t need any fancy enhancements to properly fuck her.

He’s a king.

And he’s showing her what that means right now.

“Suck her clit for me,” he tells Craze.

The infamous Mad Hatter grins. “Only if I can nibble, too.” The sadist loves to evoke pain.

Krolic nods while Ailsa’s eyes go huge.

But she can’t exactly protest with my cock stuffed in her mouth.

“If any of this becomes too much for you, fist your hand and lift it in the air,” I instruct her, realizing she needs a safeword, as well as a motion to make when she can’t otherwise speak.

She swallows around me, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Craze makes his way beneath her.

“Demonstrate for me, Miss Marvel,” I demand, squeezing her nape. “Show me you can make a fist and lift it in the air.”

Her gaze darts back up to me, a hint of clarity in her features, perhaps because Craze hasn’t quite started playing with her yet, and Krolic has slowed his pace. Both of them realize how important this is.

“Make a fist, Ailsa.” Krolic’s words are underlined with dominance, his kingly state coming out to wrap an invisible hand around our Omega and force her compliance.

Her lashes flutter as she lifts her hand in a fist-like motion.

I relinquish my grip on her nape and draw my hand around to brush my knuckles down her cheek. “Good girl, Miss Marvel. Repeat that action now if you need us to stop.”

She lowers her hand instead, her gaze defiant and making me grin.

“If you change your mind, you know what to do.” I graze her cheek once more, then grab her face and push myself deep into her mouth.

She gags and splutters, then groans as Krolic resumes thrusting.

All while Craze tortures her clit.

She screams every time he bites down and moans whenever he soothes the pain.