Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 83: Control **

All carnivorous mammal beasts shared the same primal ritual. The mating bite. Wolves, lions, bears, their teeth were not just for threat, but for claiming. Depending on the beast and the moment, it could be a mark of pain or a catalyst for overwhelming pleasure.

For Cecilia, under Arkai’s savage control, it was the latter.

"Aaahhh—aaaaahhhh..."

She didn’t know how he’d found the precise patch of skin on her shoulder where pressure didn’t hurt, but ignited a chain reaction of electric sensation straight to her core. "Arkai... please... deeper..."

They were nearing the formidable swell of his knot. Sheathing it fully was quite a challenge, a stretch, but her body had softened, welcoming, slick and ready for him.

Arkai smirked, his canines visibly elongated, sharp against his lip. "I can make it bigger instead... the knot... let’s save the full stretch for when we cu—"

His words cut off. His black eyes glazed over, losing focus for a split second before snapping back. But the color had changed. A ring of burning crimson began to bleed into the edges of his pupils, consuming the darkness. "Aaahhh, tight cunt..."

The rut was descending. The rational king was being submerged by the primal alpha.

Cecilia could no longer distinguish the knot’s pressure. Her entire world was heat. The Sense Sharing between them was flooding her with the scorching, urgent fever building in his blood. "Arkai... help me... get this dress off..."

Arkai’s gaze, now glowing with that predatory red hue, swept over her. He hummed. "Cece wants to be bare."

RIIIPPPP—

The sound of tearing fabric shocked her. Cecilia gave a sharp "Hic!" as her breasts spilled free from the ruined confines of her dress. The marks from their previous encounters, blooming bruises, the faint crescents of teeth, stood out against her suddenly exposed, soft skin.

Arkai buried his face between her breasts, his thrusts losing all finesse, becoming powerful, deep, piston-like drives that pushed the air from her lungs.

"Mm... cock...!" Cecilia arched, crying out. He hadn’t lied. He could make himself bigger without fully seating the knot. Damnable shapeshifter...!

Her mind, scrabbling for a lifeline in the sensory storm, hooked onto a practical thought. "System... This is the last day of his banner... right...?"

[Correct, Cecilia! Would you like to roll?]

"Yes—yes, roll... roll for everything...! Ahh! Ahhh!"

"Who are you talking to...?" Arkai growled against her skin, his thrusts punishing. "You’re fucking me right now, Cece..."

"Just... turn on the notificat—"

[Congratulations! Arkai Dawnoro’s Love Points have increased by 10!]

[Congratulations! Arkai Dawnoro’s Love Points have increased by 10!]

[Congratulations! Arkai Dawnoro’s Love Points have increased by 10!]

[Congratulations! Arkai Dawnoro’s Love Points have increased by 10!]

"Tell me... it’s enough for five more bond copies... System...?" she managed, her voice strangled.

[It is sufficient, Cecilia!]

Good. The objective was met. But gods, she needed to get back to managing her resources with a clear head, not like this, pinned beneath a rutting wolf-king, using his climaxes as a currency farm.

[Actually, you have almost... too many...]

"Huh...?" she asked with a breathless puff against Arkai’s sweat-slicked shoulder. Her mind, already swimming in a sea of sensation, tried to latch onto the system’s words. Too many...?

[Cecilia, you’ve severely underestimated yourself. Even without this current... vigorous activity... you already possessed sufficient resources!]

"H... how...?" she gasped, her hips meeting his with a force that rattled her teeth. "Ngh!"

The system’s chime took on a flustered, staticky quality. [W-w-we are feeling a degree of interfacing shyness...!]

It then flashed a rapid, glowing ledger before her mind’s eye.

[LOVE POINTS LEDGER]

[Oathran Alicei: Total Accumulated: 5,576]

[Spent: 3,850]

[Usable: 1,321]

[Arkai Dawnoro: Total Accumulated: 2,002]

[Spent: 0]

[Usable: 2,002]

[Eastiel Edengold: Total Accumulated: 619]

[Spent: 0]

[Usable: 619]

[TOTAL CONVERTIBLE ROLLS REMAINING: 788]

Seven hundred and eighty-eight rolls. The number danced in her vision, superimposed over the sight of Arkai’s raptor-focused, crimson-tinged gaze.

W-when?! When did she amass this fortune in gacha currency?

[You have acquired three husbands, Cecilia. And all of them love you!]

Well, damn. Her love life, it seemed, had an excellent ROI.

"AAHHH—mmmh!"

As Arkai chose that exact moment to sink his teeth into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, triggering her own shattering release, Cecilia had the thought that she was quite literally being paid handsomely for this.

"D-did you hear that...?"

A frightened whisper pierced the heavy silence just beyond their frozen hideaway.

Arkai’s large hand clamped over Cecilia’s mouth, stifling any sound. Her eyes were screwed shut, an intense frown etching her brow as she focused on the overwhelming sensation and the sudden threat of discovery.

"Huh? What?" a second maid’s voice answered, closer now.

The two servants were just on the other side of the thick, snow-laden bushes that formed their flimsy barrier.

"I didn’t hear anything. Come on, you’re just trying to spook me again!"

"F-fine... but I swear I heard... a woman’s voice, you know...? Like a gasp..."

"I’m not falling for your ghost stories in the middle of the day! Let’s go!"

Tap-tap-tap-tap...

Their hurried footsteps receded, fading into the crisp winter air.

Only then did Cecilia register the heat of her own release, sprayed against his abdomen and thighs, was already beginning to crystallize into a cold, sticky film in the freezing air. "I’m... sorry..."

"Sorry for what?" Arkai’s voice was a guttural, grinning growl, his rut now a fully ascended beast riding his spine. "For making me as wet as you are? Just because we almost got caught...?"

He shifted slightly, the wet, obscene sound between them impossibly loud in the sudden quiet. "You were so—tight just now..."

Cecilia’s eyes, now open, glinted with reckless mischief. "Did you... stop thrusting... because it’ll be too noisy now that everything’s... wetter...?"

Arkai’s glowing red eyes narrowed. "Who taught you to be this filthy, Cece...?"

She swallowed, then met his glare with one of her own. "Are you asking which man taught me this? Then tell me, which woman taught you how to finger a lady to completion, hmm?"

"I have lived... for more than a century," he countered, punctuating the statement with a deep, rolling thrust that stole her breath and drew a sharp moan from her throat. His pupils were wholly consumed by that burning crimson now.

"So...? Oathran has lived for four hundred and thirty years and he hadn’t—"

"Oh," he growled, the sound vibrating through both their bodies. "You’re comparing my experience unfavorably to the Dragon Lord’s now?"

"Mmm... I just... I want to have been your first time, too..." she whined.

Something strange bloomed in Arkai’s chest, a hot, cold, swelling rush of pride amidst his rut. "Our holy Saintess... covets this humble wolf’s virginity...?"

Cecilia nodded, her body clenching around him. "I have Oathran’s. I have Eastiel’s. Can’t I have yours?"

A deep, tortured groan ripped from him. "You want your uncle’s first time...?" His hips began to piston, each drive stronger, more possessive than the last. "Uncle’s virgin cock...?"

"Want uncle’s first time... so badly... Cece wants Uncle’s virgin cock... bad..."

Harder. Deeper. The rhythm became punishing, a physical claiming of the fantasy.

"Uncle can do you better than any of them..." he snarled.

"Aahhhh... what’s ’better’?" she cried out, teetering on another peak.

THRUST!

"Being the first... to bear uncle’s pup?"

"Mmmmm—Uncle’s baby mama, and make Arzhen raise it...?"

"Make my nephew rai—" he echoed.

SLAM!

He buried himself to the root, locking them together as his release erupted in hot pulses.

SPLURT—SPLURT—SPLURT—

It flooded into her, a rut-driven deposit deep in the baby chamber. The fantasy, the taboo, all culminated in that searing heat. He held her there, locked and filled, as the last tremors of his cock shook them both.

DI-DI-DING!

[Five stars Arkai Dawnoro!]