The moment Eastiel had materialized through the rift, already half-feral with need, Cecilia’s bosom had started to glow. A soft pulse of light emanated from her chest, the telltale shimmer of her inventory activating.

From that glow emerged a small, metallic object that tumbled through the air in a perfect arc. Another Presence Concealing Ring, one of the five remaining from her disastrous-turned-fortuitous gacha pulling spree.

Arkai’s hand snapped up and caught it mid-flight. He opened his mouth, probably to say something practical like, here, put this on before someone sees your straining cock from three territories away, when Eastiel bypassed the ring entirely and went straight for Cecilia’s face. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The kiss was devastating, as narrated in the previous Chapter.

Arkai watched his youngest brother’s mouth claim their wife, making his own hips falter mid-thrust. The phantom sensation spread through the bond immediately, holy gods, the wet slide of Eastiel’s tongue, the scrape of teeth, the slick, obscene noise of it.

Arkai felt the kiss on his own lips, like someone had pressed a heated brand against his mouth and called it affection. The veins of his cock started to ripple along the spasm in response inside Cecilia.

Across the tangle of bodies, Oathran caught his eye.

The dragon grinned. Not a nice grin, though. His hips did not pause, not with Richard buried in Cecilia’s other hole and the phantom kiss making everything feel about forty percent more intense, but they did falter just slightly.

[His kiss has improved.] Oathran said in their mind. [Your kisses are still better, though, Arkai.]

Arkai’s throat worked around a sound that was absolutely not a flustered cough. He failed. The cough escaped anyway, making Oathran’s grin widen by several degrees.

[Brother...] Arkai mentally strained. Awkward. [Your forked tongue feels great too.]

There. Reciprocity. That was how normal people handled compliments, right? They gave one back? Even if the compliment in question was about the particular anatomical advantages of a dragon’s split tongue during intimate moments?

Oathran choked with suppressed laughter. But somehow it still sounded dignified. [Noted. We will compare properly later.]

Eastiel finally pulled back from the kiss, gasping, his golden eyes wild and his lips slick with shared saliva. A thin string of it still connected his mouth to Cecilia’s, glinting in the pale winter light. He looked thoroughly debauched.

Satisfied, at least for the moment.

Arkai took his chance.

He caught Eastiel’s wrist and slid the Presence Concealing Ring onto his finger, and the ring activated.

Eastiel flickered into full invisibility. He looked down at the ring. Looked up at Arkai and Oathran, then grinned.

"Want some spiky friction?"

[Use telepathy.] Arkai cut in. Even if he was currently inside his wife and on his own grand balcony, he still had a dozen of beastlords guests drinking his wine approximately fifty feet away. [People might come anytime and accidentally brush against the sound barrier.]

[My guests are still downstairs. Do you want to get caught so badly?]

[Okay, okay...]

Eastiel’s mental voice was agreeable, but his hands were already moving. His attention had shifted entirely to Cecilia, to the twin sisters that had been, until this moment, criminally neglected in all the balcony acrobatics.

His fingers found them, played with them. Teased the sensitive peaks, giving them the attention that only a man who had been fantasizing about this for days could muster.

Cecilia’s back arched like a drawn bow. Her body, already impaled on two cocks, already trembling with the aftershocks of that devastating kiss, convulsed. A moan tore from her throat, loud, unguarded, swallowed by the sound barrier but felt through the bond like an earthquake.

[There we go...] Eastiel purred, his fingers working her breasts with the same rhythm his brothers were working the rest of her. [That’s what I wanted to hear.]

His thumbs circled the sensitive peaks, drawing tight whorls that made her shudder between them. Then pressed, firm and flat, the way one might test the ripeness of summer fruit.

Then rolled, pinching just enough to make her gasp, just enough to make her clench around both cocks inside her so hard that Arkai saw stars and Oathran’s rhythm stuttered again.

[We should... change places...] Cecilia whispered inside, fractured, breathless. [I want... all three of you... inside me...]

[Vote.] Oathran’s response was immediate and decisive. [Nearest public square.]

[Noo...] Cecilia protested, but it was weak, threadbare. She somewhat knew she was going to lose this argument one way or another. Her body betrayed her entirely, clenching around both of them at the mere suggestion of being taken in public.

[I vote for the exhibitionist experience.] Eastiel’s mental voice was thick now as he lowered his mouth to one of the breasts he had been playing with. His tongue circled her nipple, hot and wet, and then he sucked, a long, pulling draw that made her back arch and her vision blur.

[I have... had this fantasy for... so long...] he released her breast with a slick pop, his golden eyes flicking up to meet hers, burning as he confessed it all. [The sensation of showing off Cecilia... my Cecilia... without actually showing off...]

Not possessive in the way of ownership, but in the way of pride and adoration. He wanted the whole world to see the woman he loved and know that she was his, even if they could never understand what they were seeing.

Arkai’s breathing became rougher.

Showing off.

Showing Cecilia off.

Here was their goddess and this was how they worshipped her.

Of course. Of course that was what this was about. Not just the thrill of public risk. Not just the novelty of invisibility. It was the pride.

And for him, the bone-deep, wolfish, possessive pride of wanting the world to witness what was his, theirs, even if the witnessing happened without comprehension. People would see nothing. But they were still there...

Right there.

[You finally understand what I am saying?] Oathran asked, pleased for being understood. [Let us not use the rings or the barrier. Let us simply show her off, mm? I am the owner of the sky, why can I not show her off—]

[Oathran...] Cecilia cut him off, sharp despite her breathlessness. She glared at him over her shoulder, or tried to, anyway.

The effect was somewhat undermined by the fact that she was still impaled on two cocks and her youngest husband was currently licking a wet stripe between her breasts.

[You are acting... weird...] she said.

Oathran responded by biting her neck. It was a big chomp. From a dragon, it could theoretically remove someone’s head. But there was no pressure. Just the gentle, grazing scrape of teeth against the sensitive curve where her shoulder met her throat.

A careful nibble. Yet... yet it accentuated his point.

[I missed you...] His mental voice was softer now. [My scent on you when we met was too faint for comfort...]

Ah. Cecilia realized.

Hmm...

Well. It was true. Oathran’s scent was the faintest of the three, the most controlled, the most subtle.

Dragon scent was not like wolf scent, which clung to everything with the territorial insistence of a banner planted in soil. It was not like a lion scent, which blazed hot and unmistakable. A dragon’s scent was a whisper. Easy to miss, easy to overlook.

Not to mention she had just scolded him for showing off his wings to Ivy and Roarke. For the one dramatic, visible display of his presence he had allowed himself to claim her. And she had told him to shoo.

He was sulking. Because his wife had told him to put his wings away and stop showing off.

Again, her heart squeezed in her chest, and Cecilia felt her resistance crumble like sand.

[Okay...] She yielded. [Let us go to a public area... but with the rings and the barriers...]

She paused and met his eyes over her shoulder. [Promise?]

Oathran’s smile against her neck felt like a physical warmth, a curve of lips against skin that made her shiver.

[Promise, my fair Lady.]

Eastiel released her breast with a wet, obscene pop and grinned. [I also promise. Arkai?]

Arkai, his hips still rocking gently inside her, his hands still gripping her waist, his blush still burning across his cheekbones, cleared his throat.

[I promise.]

Cecilia glared at the three of them.

[Pick a place with no children around, okay...?]