Page 51 of Monsterland Mayhem
We want to love her. And we’re going to do everything in our power to ensure she knows that.
After her sixth shroom—an item Krolic no doubt chose after learning her favorite fruit at home was cherries—I give her more water, then smile as she lounges fully on our king’s lap.
He kisses her temple, his hold securing her as his palm begins to trace up her side.
I spread my arms out across the side of the tub and enjoy the view. Specifically the peek at her full breasts beneath the water. Her rosy nipples are hard, the stiff points begging for a man’s mouth to taste them.
Flames, she’ll be a delectable treat.
Maybe she’ll let us devour her for dessert before bed.
“Can you hand me the sprayer?” Krolic asks, his words for me, not for our intended. Yet she startles like she forgot he was there.
I chuckle at her blissed-out state and reach for the item in question, clicking the On button along the way.
Krolic takes it with his free hand, his opposite arm still wrapped around her belly.
Ailsa looks at the sprinkler head with distrust as he brings it toward her head. Then she stills when he uses it to dampen her long blonde hair. The color darkens beneath the water, her thick strands absorbing the liquid with ease.
I anticipate Krolic’s next move and grab the shampoo for him before he asks for it.
He massages it into her hair, eliciting a groan from Ailsa when he starts combing his fingers through her strands.
Magic flares to life around us, the water naturally filtering itself as he rinses the shampoo from her head.
The process repeats with the conditioner, then again with the soap he uses on her neck and arms.
“Straddle me,” he tells her, the words making my dick throb with the reminder of earlier.
Ailsa felt so fucking good in the Tavern, her warmth a brand against my cock.
She was such a natural. A sensual beauty without even realizing it.
And she proves it again now as she follows Krolic’s command without hesitation.
Our girl isn’t shy. It’s a miracle, given her lack of sexual experience. But she’s clearly embracing her inner needs, just following her instincts the way an Omega should.
Fuck, I can’t believe she’s finally here.Naked. And sharing a bath with us.
It’s like a dream, one of the many I’ve shared with her over the last two years.
I never provoked her fantasies, simply reveled in them after they started. She reacted so viscerally to my presence, only further proving her Omega classification.
What the Imposter King fails to grasp is that an elixir isn’t needed to identify a true Omega. The right Alpha will bring out an Omega’s traits.
Or, in our case, the right circle.
Craze may not have been there, his presence required elsewhere, but it was our shared dynamic that stoked Ailsa’s inner fire.
Krolic holds her gaze as he brings the soap back to her neck and starts a path downward to her tits—tits that are fully exposed to him because she’s kneeling across his lap and hasn’t sat down.
Fuck, I can’t see what he’s doing, but Iknowwhat he’s doing, and that’s almost even more of a turn-on. Because she’s not stopping him. She’s not even flinching.
No. She’s fuckingarching. Giving him more access. Letting him explore her under the guise of bathing her.
He eventually leaves her breasts to travel downward to her navel, then his hands disappear beneath the water, where he grabs her hips and pulls her into him.
The soap automatically dissolves, magic thickening the air as the water auto-filters once more. I feel it roaming down my spine like a live wire, the sensation sizzling through my veins.
