Beast Gacha System: All Mine

"You—!"

When the crown of Damon’s cock entered her, he felt an unexpected resistance. And then, a sense of tearing.

The warmth that had welcomed him was suddenly too tight, too pure. He froze. His breath caught and his mind, which had been drowning in lust and desperation, went suddenly and horrifyingly still.

Now, with his eyes widened, he looked at the woman under him.

Ivy... was still a virgin...?

"Are you going to tease me... for being an old virgin...?" Ivy grinned up at him, her blue eyes amused, and even shy.

"Ivy!" Damon snapped, his voice cracking. "How coul—"

"Did you expect me to break her hymen already?"

Damon flinched. The voice came from the window, from the shadows that had been there all along, blending so perfectly with the darkness that he hadn’t noticed.

No. It was as if the presence had been there from the beginning. Perhaps it had been there when he entered the room, Damon wasn’t sure. Almost as if it had always been there, a part of the room itself.

"Magnus Karas!" Damon’s eyes flew wide.

He immediately tried to move to cover Ivy’s body, pulling himself from her entrance with a sharp intake of breath. But Magnus crossed the room before he could react, his movements so quick and so fluid they seemed to bend the air around him.

He caught Damon by the shoulders and held him in place.

"Being the rumored cruel emperor and still trying to be this courteous, hm?" Magnus leaned down.

His face was strikingly handsome, his white feathered temples gleaming in the dying firelight, and the effect was unbearably enchanting. "After everything you just did?"

Damon paled. This man—would he kill him?

If Damon were in his position, he would surely kill him. A man who had just taken the virginity of the woman he loved. A man who didn’t even love her back—

But Magnus only smirked.... then he leaned in and bit Damon’s lower lip.

"HMPH—!"

Even Ivy, lying beneath them, silently gasped. Her face flushed bright red, redder than it had been during her entanglement with Damon. She stared, wide-eyed, as her lover kissed her former fiance.

"I’ll forgive you for taking what was supposed to be my experience." Magnus pulled back, his pale eyes glinting. "But shouldn’t you give me something in return too?"

Damon shivered at the look in his eyes. Finally becoming the emperor, he had faced unimaginable things. But this... this man shedding his robes before him, revealing a body lean and muscular and more chiseled than his own, this was a different kind of threat.

"W-what... do you want... in return...?" Damon narrowed his eyes, forcing his voice to steady.

Magnus settled behind him, his chest pressing against Damon’s back. One hand landed flat on the Emperor’s chest, feeling the frantic pounding of his heart, while the other reached down and wrapped around Damon’s still-slick length.

"You—!" Damon’s pale face went white as a sheet.

"You tore some of it... let me tear the rest of it, Damon Iondora..." Magnus whispered against his ear, the feathers at his temple brushing against Damon’s skin. "Or..."

"Or what...?" Damon’s breath was bated now, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"We share her first." Magnus’s hand slid lower, past the Emperor’s jewels, to a place no one had ever touched. His an—"Or you offer your own first... down here."

"MAGNUS KARAS!" Damon roared—"Mph!"

His lips were sealed. The albino crow wasn’t just biting him anymore. He was kissing him, roughly. Possessively, even.

And with this, Damon understood. Magnus was upset. Truly, deeply upset.

Even though he approved of Ivy’s schemes, even though he had consented to this connection, he was still a man. And he was jealous.

But instead of expressing it like a normal person or keeping it locked inside, he had decided to attack the source of his jealousy directly.

Damon.

"You don’t even love her, but you did this. What do you think I am, hm?" Magnus held him gently. Too gently that the tenderness was more terrifying than any blow. "Your Majesty... choose."

Damon’s mind raced. He was the Emperor of Iondora, but the line they had already crossed was so far behind them now that there was no point in pretending it still existed.

"I am still a man. This resolve of taking her first time... I’ve taken it halfway. Even though I didn’t know, I still must take responsibilit—"

"Can you fully take responsibility?" Magnus sneered. Then his expression shifted, and he smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made Damon’s blood run hot and cold all at once. "Brother, stay right here. My cock will slide under yours."

***

"Aaahhh..."

Eastiel’s and Arkai’s cocks slid inside Cecilia’s cunt at the same time. The stretch was exquisite, too much and not enough all at once, and the two men moaned in unison as they felt the texture of each other’s lengths pressing together inside her.

The ridges of Eastiel’s lion-like shaft dragged along the smooth, thick length of Arkai’s wolf cock, and the sensation of it, of each other, directly and through her, made both of them shudder.

Cecilia grasped Arkai’s face with both hands, her fingers framing his sharp jaw. Her smile was adoring and full of mirth, her eyes dancing with wicked delight. "Have you finally gotten used to his little spikes... Arkai...?"

Arkai’s usually stern and cold face blushed a deep, burning red. "His cock feels good... inside you..." he finally admitted, his voice rough and broken with pleasure. "When he brushes your walls, I feel it too..."

He leaned down and kissed her, his mouth hot and desperate against hers, and whispered against her lips. "Eastiel’s cock feels good inside you, Cece... so good... I want him to fuck you hard so I can feel it too..."

Eastiel couldn’t speak.

His face reddened even more than before, the tips of his lion ears practically glowing. His hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering as Arkai’s words washed over him.

The sensation of moving inside her was already overwhelming, but hearing his brother’s voice, hearing Arkai, the one who had always been so composed, so controlled, speak like that... it undid something inside him.

His mind drifted back to Cecilia’s words from before. The question she had planted in his head, the image of his two brothers as his wives.

If the other two wives were Arkai and Oathran, he would perhaps understand what Cecilia felt. He understood now, even without the two men being women.

The bond that connected them, the love that bound them, the pleasure they shared—it was more than he had ever imagined.

They were too... formidable. Both of them.

And he was exactly where he belonged, buried deep inside the woman they all loved, with his brother’s cock pressed against his own.

"You had fun without me," Oathran suddenly said from the edge of the bed. His voice was low, dark, and laced with authority, making the hairs on the back of their necks stand up.

Both of his cocks were slick with oil now, glistening in the firelight as he stroked himself with slow, deliberate intent. He was ready.

The room seemed to tighten, the air growing heavier as he approached the bed. His grey eyes swept over the tangle of limbs before him.

"Get lost, you two," he said. "I’m about to fuck both your asses through hers."

Eastiel’s hips stilled. Arkai’s face, already flushed, went somehow redder. Cecilia let out a breathless laugh between them, her body tightening around them both at Oathran’s promise.

Cecilia whispered. "I heard... caressing a man’s prostate will give unimaginable pleasure..." she then continued, "I don’t have a prostate... but through my ass, can you feel it?"

Oathran grinned mischievously. "Maybe if we concentrate, we’ll feel it enough to be frustrated about it."

Eatiel and Arkai exploded in red.

"ELDER BROTHER!"

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