Beast Gacha System: All Mine

Ivy felt lightheaded. But not just her, Damon too.

The room seemed to spin, the firelight blurring into golden smears, everything felt like a fever dream.

"She’s so red, Your Majesty... look at how red she is..." Magnus whispered as he spread her pussy open with careful fingers. His eyes drank in the sight of her, flushed, dripping, trembling, and he placed his tip over her opening with reverent slowness.

He pushed, just barely, then retreated. Her folds hugged him greedily, slick and hot and begging for more. "Like a flower..." he murmured. "A flower full of sweet nectar."

Damon’s face was no longer pale. It was burning, flushed with a heat he couldn’t control. Because Magnus positioned right behind him, he had just realized something.

Magnus was huge. Bigger than him. Not just his body, the man was lean, yes, but the breadth of his shoulders and the presence of him seemed to envelop Damon entirely by sheer physical superiority.

And his cock... it was a full inch longer than Damon’s, with a heftier girth that made Damon’s own impressive length feel almost modest in comparison.

Magnus let them rub together, the slick heat of their cocks sliding against each other, and Damon’s head swam.

Who would have thought that one day, the Emperor of Iondora would be rubbing cocks with the heir of the Karas Werecrow Tribe?

"How could you just push inside her without appreciating how succulent this flower is...?" Magnus whispered against his ear, his breath warm and infuriating. "So red... so wet... here, put your tip in."

Magnus pulled his own cock away and guided Damon’s tip to her entrance instead. "Don’t you feel how wet and warm it is? How her body welcomes you?"

Damon was speechless, but inside, he couldn’t disagree. She was impossibly warm. Impossibly tight.

"S-stop it—you two! J-just put it in..." Ivy’s voice was high and breathless. Her entire body was flushed, from her cheeks to her chest to the inside of her thighs, and she looked like she was burning alive from the inside out.

Magnus chuckled. "Alright. I’m taking over..."

He pushed in. But this time, he wasn’t as gentle as Damon had been. He was faster. A little reckless.

"Aaaahh!" Ivy moaned loudly, her back arching, her body stretching around him as fresh pain bloomed through her. More tearing. More fullness. More of him than she could take—

"Slower!" Damon snapped, his protective instincts flaring despite the position he was in.

"Slower might hurt her more..." Magnus said, and for the first time, genuine concern flickered in his red eyes. "The breach will hurt either way. Better to do it now than to prolong it."

Damon gritted his teeth. He hated that Magnus was right.

But there was no use fighting it now, all he could do was ease her pain.

He descended upon Ivy, his body covering hers, his hands finding her flushed face and cupping it with a tenderness that surprised even him.

He kissed her, soft, soothing kisses that drew her attention away from the stretch, away from the burn. His lips moved down her throat, over her collarbone, lower still, until he reached her breasts.

He teased her nipples with his tongue, sucking gently, drawing soft, breathy moans from her lips. Her hands came up to clutch at his shoulders, her nails pressing crescents into his skin.

Ivy wasn’t in that much pain after the third stroke. She had already weathered the first tear of her hymen by Damon, and she’d had a moment to compose herself before Magnus took over.

Now, as the initial sting began to fade, a deeper, stranger pleasure was blooming in its place.

She was just... dazed. Kissing Damon while losing her virginity to them both. This was not how she had imagined her first time.

"Mmm... ahhh... it’s too big..." she breathed against Damon’s mouth, her hips shifting restlessly, caught between the urge to pull away and the aching need to take every inch.

Damon nibbed at her ear in response, a low, soothing sound rumbling in his chest.

But then he felt the man behind him grab his cock again, and he flinched.

Magnus’s fingers wrapping around his slick length, guiding him, positioning him, and then pushing him forward into her, replacing himself.

"M—fck!" Damon’s hips stuttered. The sudden, overwhelming tightness of being inside her sent white stars sparkling across his vision. His whole body trembled.

The pleasure and shock was too much. And beneath it all was a possessive thrill that made him want to move, to thrust, to claim her all over again. Was it finally his turn again?

He heard Magnus’s low, pleasured chuckle from behind him, felt the heat of the man’s breath against the back of his neck.

This man—!

"It’s nice to have a spare cock ready to deploy. I almost came just now, Your Majesty. Your assistance means a lot to me," Magnus whispered with amusement and something darker. It felt like something that made Damon’s blood run hot.

Damon couldn’t help but glance downward. The sight that greeted him made his breath catch.

The tip of Magnus’s length was dripping with too much precum, completely wetting the mattress.

Every time Damon thrust into Ivy, that thick, flushed tip appeared and disappeared through the narrow gap between Damon’s hip and Ivy’s pussy. The window between that gap was unbearably lewd.

Damon couldn’t look away.

"Mmhhh—Damon... Damon..."

Meanwhile, Ivy began to feel the pleasure.

Magnus’s larger size didn’t allow her to properly appreciate the movement since there was only the fullness and the stretch. The overwhelming sensation of being filled beyond what she thought possible made her feel numb. Maybe she just wasn’t used to it yet...

But Damon’s cock, though smaller, fit snugly inside her. His length moved with a steady and confident rhythm.

It was dim in the room, the firelight too weak to offer a proper look, so Ivy couldn’t measure them precisely. She could only feel them.

She was certain Damon’s size was around six to seven inches. No, she might be wrong. It might be eight, given how much of him still felt buried inside her even when he pulled back.

While Magnus... perhaps between eight to nine inches...? The thought made her clench involuntarily, and she heard Damon suck in sharp breaths.

"Alright, Your Majesty, my turn now," Magnus said, tapping the emperor’s jewels with his tip. The gesture was light, even playful, but it made Damon growl low in his throat. The crow only chuckled. "Move away, or I’ll dig into your prostate."

Damon narrowed his eyes, his body still shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure. "How could a man like you say that?"

"What? It’s just a hole," Magnus replied smoothly.

"What if I say the same thing about yours?" Damon hissed, his eyes flashing.

"You want to? Put it inside me, then. I’m curious myself," Magnus said, smiling as though he had just been offered a particularly interesting experiment.

"Why are you two flirting in front of me...?" Ivy whispered, her entire face burning as red as the dying embers in the hearth.

These two... these two...!

She was the one beneath them, filled by one and being teased by the other, and yet somehow they had managed to make it about each other.

The audacity!

These two powerful men, bickering like rivals over her body while she lay there—

And yet, she couldn’t deny the thrill that raced through her at the sight of them.

The Emperor and the Crow, locked in a battle of wills, their cocks both slick with her arousal, their bodies pressing together in the dim firelight.

Ivy sighed. "Don’t forget that I also have that other hole you’re talking about, down there..."

Damon and Magnus flinched. Their eyes widened in synchronized shock, and they both swallowed hard at the same time.

"Did you just..." Magnus breathed, his eyes darkening.

"She just did," Damon finished, his voice a low rumble.

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"Woman, you just lost your virginity five minutes ag—"

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