Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 105: In Between **

"Aaahhh!!!"

Cecilia knew there were always consequences for provoking her husbands. But 20 rolls was 20 rolls.

Of course, the 20 rolls might have been the primary motivator... but it wasn’t a bad idea to... to take her mates on a taboo adventure. This would deepen their bonds, after all. Synergize their assets.

...

...

Fine.

She admitted it. She liked it. All of it.

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—

Oathran’s powerful arms were wrapped around her waist and torso. But it was Arkai’s hands, reaching from behind the dragon, that truly held her aloft. They grasped the undersides of her thighs, lifting her, letting her legs dangle and splay to either side of Oathran’s kneeling form.

The Dragon Lord was a force atop the fur mat. Each deep, driving thrust lifted her, sending her body bouncing, flying higher with every impact before being caught and claimed again.

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—

"Cummi—"

Cecilia’s body arched back violently, the elegant curve of her spine like a fully drawn bow. Her long blonde hair cascaded down behind her. As she was driven forward again by Oathran’s next thrust, the swaying tips of her hair brushed, feather-light, against the flushed, weeping tip of Eastiel’s cock where he lay watching behind her.

It was ticklish. Erotic. It was so surreal it felt dream-like.

"AAAHHH!!!"

Oathran felt the white-hot tsunami of her climax through their shared senses, the clenching, drenching heat. But he was far from done.

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—

"Do you want me to—?" Arkai’s voice was a rough and eager whisper near Oathran’s ear.

"Yes. Prepare it for me," Oathran answered, his own voice strained.

Arkai’s eyes narrowed. "Then, you’ll let me—"

Oathran gave a sharp, single nod. "If it doesn’t work today, you can go between us..."

The wolf’s eyes widened. "And between your—"

"Yes," the dragon confirmed.

Arkai’s vision went momentarily hazy, his face flushing a deep, scorching red. Since when had he learned to decipher this ancient being’s desires from gestures and half-words alone...?

Moving with new purpose, Arkai brought his own thick fingers to his mouth, wetting them thoroughly. It was this movement that pulled Cecilia back from her blissful daze. Her hazy mind latched onto the sight, a flicker of confused alarm cutting through the pleasure. What... what were they planning?

"Ah...?"

Something new intruded. A different pressure. Arkai’s slick, probing finger—finding, and breaching, her back door...?

"Aaahh...?!" Words were still beyond her, stolen by shock and a sudden spike of illicit sensation.

Oathran smirked down at her, the last traces of his earlier anger were still in the severe crease of his brow, giving him a darkly maddened look. "Whose Daddy does this to his baby, hmm?" he growled.

"Today...? There...?" Cecilia managed to gasp.

"Yes. Better start early," Arkai answered from behind, his voice thick as he plunged his finger deeper. Preparing. Stretching,

"Mmmh!! Mmmm—"

SLAM—!

"Ahh!"

Oathran began thrusting again in earnest, his rhythm re-established, but the sensation was now... different. Fuller. Stretched in ways she’d never experienced. What were they... what was the plan, actually?

"Ahhh... fuck I want to join you so bad now..." Eastiel’s groan from the sidelines was tortured. He, it seemed, had decoded the other two men’s silent communication quicker than her.

He knew exactly what they were working towards. And the knowledge, combined with the visual feast before him, made his own cock throb painfuly.

"Ah—aaahhh!"

Cecilia’s body convulse, an involuntary spasm tearing through her. It was the first time that forbidden place had ever been stretched so much. The intrusion was a full-bodied lightning bolt of sensation.

"Sssshhh... relax..." Arkai whispered. His fingers worked patiently, relentlessly. "Don’t let it blink on my fingers too hard... Are you trying to cut off your Daddy’s other cock?"

Huh...?

He was going to let Oathran put it in there...? But then why was Arkai the one preparing her—

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—

"Ahh!" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Oathran chose that moment to drive into her front channel with even more punishing force, the impacts jarring her entire frame. Why was he thrusting harder now, when she was being stretched somewhere else entirely?!

"Ohhh... she’s clenching on my fingers the harder you go, Brother..." Arkai observed, fascinated. The feedback loop was immediate, each deep thrust from Oathran made her internal muscles seize, tightening viciously around Arkai’s probing digits.

"It’s fine," Oathran grunted, his own control fraying. "As long as she relaxes..."

Nudge—

Suddenly, a pressure from Arkai’s finger, shifting angle slightly, sliding past a barrier of intense resistance to brush against a hidden and electrifying spot deep inside.

"Hic—?" Cecilia’s eyes flew wide. That spot—

A place she hadn’t known existed—

"Hmm?" Oathran raised one eyebrow, his rhythm faltering for a second as he felt the corresponding tremor rocket through her. Beside him, Arkai smirked.

"Found it...?" Arkai didn’t wait for an answer. He applied more focused, circling pressure right on that node.

"That’s—" Cecilia’s voice came out choked, pitched higher than she’d ever heard it. This strange sensation... wait—

Arkai didn’t waste another second. As Oathran lifted her hips higher, changing the angle, Arkai used his other hand to gently but firmly widen the prepared opening. And then, in a single move, he guided Oathran’s other, weeping cock to that entrance.

For one heart-stopping moment, there was pressure—immense, stretching, complete pressure. Then, Oathran surged forward.

Both of his cocks entered both of her cunts simultaneously.

"AHHH—AAA—"

The scream was torn from her soul. Her body arched like a snapped cable, and a gushing, uncontrolled torrent erupted from her front, soaking Oathran’s lower abdomen and the furs beneath them.

SQUIRT—SQUIRT—

"Mmmmm—" Oathran’s growl was a sound of pure animal triumph mixed with stunned shock. The sudden, hot flood, the vise-like, convulsing grip around him in both channels... he almost lost himself right then.

His vision whited out at the edges, his entire being focused on the dual claim, and the shattered, blissed-out woman who was taking it all.

Not yet... Not yet, you old beast...

He couldn’t lose it. Not just from putting it all in. The impossible fullness was a siren’s call to oblivion, but he gritted his teeth, dragging air through his nose, forcing his ancient body to obey.

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—

"Ha—" More. He needed to move. To do more. This was his mate. Not the solemn, burdened child he’d met seventeen years ago. This was his wife. Not some daughter he’d almost adopted. This was... his Cecilia. His Saintess—

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—

"Daddy—I just cu—plea—mmm—ngh—ah—ah—"

Her babbling, incoherent pleas were music. Both of his cocks were buried inside her, invading so deep it felt like a re-alligning of her very soul. His Saintess—His beloved Saintess—fucked deep. His cocks, both, filling her, owning her, at the same ti—

SLIP—

Something thick, slick, and blazingly hot slid into the impossibly tight space between his two cocks and her two ravished holes. It didn’t enter her, it nestled itself firmly in the searing, wet gap where their bodies joined, a third presence applying friction and pressure directly to the most sensitive part of him. Between his cocks!

THRUST!

Arkai gave an experimental, grinding push.

"Aaaaaahhh—ssssshhh!" Oathran broke. Gritting his teeth, the dual internal stretch combined with the external, maddening friction on his shaft was too much. The shared senses—a ragged roar tore from his throat as his entire being strained, every muscle locking in a desperate, futile battle to hold back the cataclysm.

"Ooooohhhh..." Arkai grunted, the sound one of deep, wicked pleasure as he felt Oathran’s control shatter against him. He was the wedge. The literal—

"Fuck! Fu—!" Eastiel’s whimper was pure agonized envy from the sidelines. The visual—that tangled knot of cocks over her cunts, the animalistic claiming from both ends—was breaking him. "Cecilia—connect me again—no... no... I need to just... watch... restraint..."

His plea went unheard. Cecilia was far beyond hearing anyone.

She was—gone—

Lost in a white-out void of sensation, her mind completely out.

"Sorry, Elder Brother... I missed..." Arkai’s whisper was ragged, apologetic. It was still thick with his own unmet need. The slick slide of his cock between them had been a gamble, an attempt to join the fray.

Oathran couldn’t speak yet. Words were beyond him. A thin, scarlet trickle escaped one of his nostrils. Once again a sign of the strain, the sheer effort of will it had taken not to erupt from the sense sharing and the rest of the act.

His gaze dropped to Cecilia, whose own nose had bloomed with a matching, delicate line of blood. The same overload. He sneered and pulled her limp, panting form close.

He caught her lips in a searing, claiming kiss, then dragged his mouth across her cheek to her nose. His tongue forked as it lashed out, a distinctly draconic trait surfacing from his loss of control, and he licked the coppery trace clean from her skin.

He turned his head, his eyes, slitted now, finding Arkai’s over his shoulder. "Brother..." he rasped. "Between my cocks... Can you continue... thrusting?"

Insane.

Yes, it was kinda planned, but still...

Arkai chuckled, his face still flushed. "Let’s..." he managed, his own control hanging by a thread, "...change position a bit. For... better leverage."

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Aaah, what’s better than ending the year with smut? 😂

Happy new year’s eve!!! See you next year ⋆˙⟡♡⋆˙⟡♡!!!