Beast Gacha System: All Mine

Cecilia had spent too many Love Points to secure all ranks of the last Scenario Banner. But something made it all not quite enough.

She needed to gather even more.

[Wait—you said the alley—]

"No one’s here. It’s fine to fit in a few thrusts," Oathran said, and before she could protest further, something entered her in one deep stroke.

"Uuu...hss..."

Cecilia whimpered, her body arching as the sudden fullness stole the breath from her lungs.

In the middle of the main street, one of her husband’s cocks was sliding into her, stretching her where anyone could see. The blindfold made it worse, made every sensation sharper, every sound louder, every touch more intense.

"She’s so wet..."

Whose cock was it? This smooth feeling... it felt like Arkai’s. Yes. The thick glide of him, the way he filled her just so.

THRUST—THRUST—THRUST—

The wet sounds of their coupling echoed obscenely in the empty street, and Cecilia bit her lip hard. Oh, why was the sound so... so... "Mmm..."

She silently begged for the sound barrier bubble to stay intact. She couldn’t keep her voice down. Not like this.

"Ah, look—if we turn this way, it’ll be the library where we first met, Cecilia..." Eastiel whispered against her ear.

Cecilia immediately burned redder. She now knew exactly where in the main street they were.

[P-please... please go to the alley—]

"She clenches so hard just now... tell her more about where we are..." Arkai whispered, his voice strained with pleasure.

Eastiel’s voice curled around her like smoke. "Ah... the intersection of Crown Road and Silver Bell Lane. You know if you walk straight ahead about twenty paces, you’ll reach the old marble fountain, right? You, Saintess, every spring... usually dances here for the festival..."

Cecilia’s breath hitched. She could see it in her mind’s eye, the fountain, the people... It felt like a lifetime ago. It felt like yesterday.

"It’s too bad I will never witness it. But I witness something better today," Oathran chuckled.

"Behind us," Eastiel continued, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, "is the bakery with the blue awning. It’s closed now, but if you see it, it’s almost as if you can still smell the bread from the ovens..."

Even listening to him now, she could smell the phantom scent of freshly baked bread. While the thrusts into her pussy became more and more erratic.

"Mmmph—"

"To your right, about thirty paces, there’s a narrow little street. That’s the one that leads to the library. The library where I first saw you. Our young Saintess..."

Cecilia’s knees nearly buckled. She could feel every word like a touch into her mind and memory, each location pressed down on her.

In the future, would she be able to walk through these streets again without the color red on her face?

She was naked in the middle of the intersection where her entire life in the capital had been, and Arkai was still moving inside her, hitting her sweet spot, almost inserting his knot with each stroke... while Eastiel narrated the geography of her own undoing.

Oathran’s chuckle came from directly behind her, again.

"You’re trembling," he murmured, his voice like velvet over steel. "Is it the thought of someone looking out their window and seeing..."

She didn’t know. She couldn’t see anything but she could imagine where exactly they were. It felt the same as she was seeing everything in her mind anyway.

The sound barrier bubble held, she knew it did, but the illusion of exposure was absolute.

"The road sign above us says Crown Road," Eastiel added, his voice dropping to a whisper. "In the morning, merchants will set up their stalls right where you’re standing. They’ll sell flowers and fruit and spiced wine. They’ll never know the Saintess stood here naked in the snow while her husbands took turns inside her."

That was exactly what was in her mind right now, and Eastiel merely voiced it out loud.

Cecilia moaned, and she couldn’t contain it. Arkai’s thrusts deepened, as though her voice had unlocked something in him, and Oathran’s hands found her hips, steadying her.

The blindfold was damp with tears she hadn’t realized she’d shed. This pleasure was... was... truly unlike any other.

One of them took her hand. She couldn’t tell who, not anymore, and guided it forward through the cold air until her fingers brushed against something solid.

The way how cold and familiar it was struck her core. Her breath caught as she recognized it. A lamp post. The lamp post.

The one she had passed a hundred times, never once imagining she would touch it like this, naked, trembling, blindfolded, with her husbands surrounding her like predators in the dark.

Squi—

The three men chuckled as they moaned softly in unison. "She seems to like this stimulation very much..."

She dripped wet to the ground, and her mind went blank. Shame and yet... this thrill made her so, so dizzy.

It was real. All of it was real. The cold iron beneath her palm was undeniable proof that she truly was in the middle of the main street, exactly where Eastiel had said.

She clutched the post like a lifeline, her knuckles going white as she braced herself.

Only for Arkai to pull away.

"Ah...?"

Disappointment washed over her.

But before she could process the shameful feeling of regret, even before the emptiness could settle in, two slick cocks entered both of her holes at the exact same time.

"Mmph—!"

The stretch was immense, and she cried out, her feet leaving the ground as she was lifted onto her tiptoes. [Your Majesty—]

Oathran slammed in deep, his hips meeting hers with a force that almost rattled the lamp post beneath her hands. The city in her mind spun around her.

Her body arched, her nails scraping against the freezing iron, and she hugged the post tight, whimpering loudly into the soundproofed bubble.

Never in her life had she imagined this. Never had she dreamed that she, the former Saintess, would be fucked against the main street’s lamp post blindfolded by the Dragon Lord himself—

—while the Golden Lion King and the Black Wolf King watched, waiting for their turns.

The sheer mad obscenity of it, only made her clench harder around him. And Oathran, feeling it, groaned low in his chest and began to move in earnest, claiming her where the whole world could have seen.

Click—

Creak—

Everything stilled.

It was the sound of a door opening nearby.

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