Beast Gacha System: All Mine

Creak—creak—creak—

SLAM—SLAM—SLAM—

Cecilia held onto the headboard for dear life, her fingers white-knuckled against the worn wood.

Filling her from behind was Oathran’s Richard, the generous length slick with oil, gliding in and out of her asshole with a rhythm that made the entire bed groan in protest.

The sensation was maddening, truly. She felt full and tingling, especially when he brushed against that spot deep inside her pussy through the thin wall between her holes, but it was never quite enough.

Anal always felt this way for her, frustratingly pleasurable, but always just short of the release she craved.

The real problem was the transferred pleasure through the bond. Sense Sharing gave her the full sensation of entering herself via Oathran’s cock. The tight heat, the slick grip, the way her own body welcomed him. And it was almost too much.

"Haaa—" Oathran nearly came. She had tightened around him at the worst possible moment, and a violent shiver ran up and down his spine. His hips stuttered. His claws dug into her hips.

"Fuck—!" Eastiel, sprawled in the chair across the room, had his legs spread wide. His cock twitched and leaked steadily, a mess of precum dripping onto his thigh, while his own ass clenched unconsciously.

He could feel it too, Oathran’s cock moving inside Cecilia, the phantom pressure of it, the maddening sensation of being filled while watching. It was too much but also wasn’t enough.

"I wanna cum but I can’t..." Cecilia sobbed, her voice cracking with frustration. Her body trembled on the edge, but the angle, the sensation, the missing piece, it kept her hanging. "P-please put William in? Please...? Inside my pussy...?"

"Maybe it’s time for you to learn to cum through our cocks," Arkai said, gentle yet accompanied by a dark and hungry smile. He climbed onto the bed and poked her cheek with his tip.

She glared up at him with wet eyes. There was no smile on her face, but the look she gave him was full of teasing. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his tip. She gave it a little suck, her tongue flicking over the sensitive slit, before pulling back.

"Cum using Sense Sharing alone...?" she asked, her voice husky.

Arkai nodded, his black eyes burning down at her. But before he could speak, she took him into her mouth deeply and suddenly, all the way until her nose pressed against his pelvis. The sensation tore a broken groan from his chest.

"Ahh! That’s un—fair—ah!" His hips jerked, his hand flying to the back of her head. He hadn’t expected her to suddenly deepthroated him.

And the way she hollowed her cheeks around him, the way her throat worked to swallow him down, it made coherent thought nearly impossible.

"Cecilia—f*ck—" He was the one who had meant to tease her, and instead he was the one falling apart. Again.

"Aaaahssssssssss..." Oathran also stopped thrusting, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "This woman always clenches when she can’t breathe—"

On the chair, Eastiel had to wrap his fist around his tip, squeezing hard to keep himself from spilling. "You two... she keeps provoking us like this..." he begged, his voice strained. "It’s been a while since we were able to dominate her..."

He was right. Although they didn’t like changing the dynamic of their sex life, and they loved letting Cecilia maintain some semblance of control over the rhythm, letting her surprise them over and over again, it was time they upped their game too.

"Blindfold her—"

"Let’s take her for a walk—"

"Cecilia, take out the presence-concealing rings."

"What?!" Cecilia gasped, her eyes going wide.

"Don’t want the ring? Well, without it is fine too—"

"We’ll find a secluded alley, alright?"

Cecilia blushed hard.

These men... what was with them trying to show her off in public? Well, yes, the feelings were mutual, she also wanted to show them off in public, but it was a fantasy she didn’t expect them to act on again!

And now, here they were, proposing it like it was a simple matter of finding the right street corner.

She shivered at the thought, her body betraying her as her inner walls fluttered around Oathran’s cock.

"This time... let’s do it, first with, and then without, hm?" Oathran said.

***

The streets of Iondora’s capital city lay silent beneath the deep night sky, the moon a pale sliver half-hidden behind drifting clouds.

Snow dusted the cobblestones, softening the edges of the world. The air was crisp and cold, carrying the faint, clean scent of frost and old stone, laced with the distant smoke of dying hearth fires.

Here and there, a lantern flickered in a window, but for the most part, the city was still.

Cecilia walked blindfolded through the center of it all, her senses heightened by the darkness.

The soft crunch of her boots against the snow was muffled using mana, because any sound coming from her would undo the ring’s effect. But... the faint whisper of the wind threading through the streets was amplified in her ears.

She couldn’t see the stone buildings looming around her, but she could feel their presence. The cold wrapped around her, but her magic held it at bay, a subtle warmth pulsing beneath her clothes.

It was strange, this sensation of being both exposed and protected, both vulnerable and invincible.

"Here, we’re right in the middle of the main street now, Cecilia. No one’s here..." Eastiel’s whisper came from somewhere to her left.

Only she was blindfolded. The others could see everything.

"Now... strip."

[N-no...] she said via telepathy, barely a whisper, her cheeks flushing despite the cold.

"No one’s here anyway. And if anyone comes, we’ll tell you. Oh, we’ll surely tell you..." Eastiel’s voice curled with amusement, a chuckle at the end.

"They won’t see you anyway, since you’re wearing the ring, right?" Arkai added from somewhere to her right.

"But you’re not wearing the ring..." Cecilia’s breath hitched.

Why had her husbands refused to wear the rings? They were inside her bubble of mana sound barrier, still able to witness her, but she was the only one invisible, and also the only one blindfolded.

The feeling was... thrilling. Terrifying. Unbearably arousing.

"Strip." Oathran’s voice came from behind her, deep and commanding, and her heart began to race.

Somehow, she felt that her husbands were stepping back, giving her space, letting her put on a show in the middle of the empty street.

But she knew they were still there. They would never leave her truly alone.

With trembling hands, she began to remove her clothes, still blindfolded, still invisible, standing naked in the center of the capital city with only the moon and her husbands as witnesses.

The cold air found every inch of newly exposed skin.

Her cloak fell first, pooling at her feet with a soft rustle, and then the rest followed. Her dress, her underthings... until she stood bare in the middle of the capital’s main street, invisible to the sleeping world but utterly exposed to the three men surrounding her.

The wind moved over her like a ghost’s hand, tracing the curve of her shoulders, the swell of her breasts, the soft plane of her stomach.

Her nipples pebbled instantly in the soft chill, and she could feel the fine hairs on her arms rise.

She couldn’t see herself.

But in her mind, she could picture it perfectly. Her own body, pale as moonlight as she was, standing alone on the snow-dusted cobblestones with the great stone facades of the capital rising around her.

Her hair loose and tangled from earlier, spilling over her shoulders, her skin flushed with a heat that had nothing to do with the cold...

Her thighs pressed together, not from modesty but from the ache building between them...

She was the only invisible thing in this place, the only thing the city could not see. But she felt the weight of their eyes on her as clearly as a physical touch.

They were watching. All three of them. Their gazes roaming over every curve, every shadow, every place the moonlight reached.

She was on display.

A secret work of art, unveiled only for them.

And the thrill of it, the exhilarating thrill of standing naked in the middle of a sleeping city, seen only by the men who owned her heart, made her tremble in a way the cold never could.

"She’s red..." Eastiel held back a sigh, his voice thick with desire. "She’s boiling red... Shame, Saintess...?"

[Shut up!] Cecilia spat through the bond telepathy, her face burning even hotter.

Suddenly, a sturdy body wrapped around her from the front, hard and warm, and a hot mouth captured hers.

The kiss was deep and demanding, stealing her breath. Her muffled gasp was swallowed as two more figures pressed close behind her, caging her in. Strong hands gripped her thighs and spread her legs wide.

Huh?! Now? In the middle of the street?

[Wait—you said the alley—]

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