Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 185: Mismatched Vessel **

"Cumming! Aaaahhhh!"

Cecilia shattered, a wave of intense pleasure cresting and breaking, leaving her trembling against the door as she squirted all over him, the heat a shocking contrast to the cool night air.

Transfer!Oathran didn’t have a pair of majestic horns. His hair was stark white, but human-short, not a flowing waterfall. He didn’t have a shapeshifting draconic form or a pair of cocks.

This was a twenty-year-old boy’s body, all lean muscle and human urgency. But the rhythm of his thrusts, the focus in his storm-grey eyes, the possessive curl of his fingers, he was still the man she knew, distilled into a more frantic, mortal vessel.

In this body, his touch was purely, fiercely human. He was more impatient, more frantic, driven by a teenager’s desperate hunger.

He treated her exactly as he’d said, like a high school slut. But beneath the raw need, there was a thread of that meticulous care, a subtle thoughtfulness.

One hand braced against the door by her head, the other grasped her neck, his thumb resting at the delicate hinge of her jaw. It was a hold of total control, yet it was never painful, just the perfect pressure.

His thrusts were deep and frantic, a pounding rhythm that spoke of barely-leashed need, yet he moved with a contained force, keeping the noise of their coupling to a wet, rhythmic slap and their own ragged breaths.

Well, except for that first, driving penetration that had knocked a startled cry from her lungs.

She genuinely didn’t know if he’d woven a sound-absorbing barrier spell. The real Oathran would have, an automatic courtesy from a centuries-old being used to discretion.

She had no idea if this boy, or the ancient soul piloting him, cared enough about the rules of this fabricated dormitory to bother.

Her head lolled back, then forward, her gaze drifting down. The sight was mesmerizing. The length of him, glistening, appearing and disappearing inside her. The play of moonlight on the taut, defined muscles of his abdomen, clenching and releasing, undulating with each powerful drive. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Ha... haa... aaaah..." he moaned against her lips. His expression was overwhelmed from sensation, the fierce frown of concentration between his brows, the slackening and clenching of his jaw.

He enjoyed her so much. So... viscerally much...

"Human cock... is kinda sensitive in a different place than my..." he gasped, hips stuttering. "Ohhh... the head fits your depth so well..."

"I see..." Cecilia whispered, her own voice thready, "everyone... loves their human cocks..."

"Eastiel too?" Oathran’s thrusts faltered, then stopped entirely, buried deep. A frustrated whimper escaped him. "Mmm... I’m about to cum."

Cecilia almost sobbed in relief. "Me too... please cum? I’d come once... and I’m about to again..."

"And be done?" He glared down at her, his eyes blazing. "Fuck no. This body is fucking weak..." The complaint was tinged with real aggravation, the immortal chafing against mortal limitations.

"But it’s time to cum," she begged, her hips making small, pleading circles. "All humans cums this quickly..."

"Eastiel too?" he asked again, suspicious and competitive even at the brink.

Cecilia nodded, a frantic little motion. "It’s the... perk of human cocks."

"I don’t like this weak human cock," he grumbled, even as his body trembled with the effort of holding back.

Cecilia moaned, the sound dissolving into a breathless giggle. "Spare Richard some slack... he’s been working... so... hard..."

THRUST!

A sudden, deep, punishing drive that stole the air from her lungs.

"Ah!"

"Not hard enough," Oathran hissed through gritted teeth. His thigh trembled, his core clenched, making the sculpted lines of his abdomen stand out stark, more defined as he forced himself to maintain the agonizing pace.

"Oh, God...!" Cecilia’s hand flew up, clutching the cold stone of the doorframe, the chill brought her back against the tidal wave building inside her. "I’m about to cum, okay? Are you going to let me cum alone twice in a row...?"

"Just cum," he commanded, his voice a ragged growl. "It’s not over as long as I’m not done—"

"Ah, hurry and cum!"

SLIP!

In his furious, focused resistance, his cock slipped out of her with a wet sound. Precum dripped onto the floor between them. Oathran’s eyes squeezed shut, his head falling back with a strangled groan as he fought the spill. "God almighty..."

Cecilia groaned in protest, "Oathran..."

That little whine. His name on her lips in that begging, broken tone.

It undid him.

He crushed his mouth to hers in a searing kiss, swallowing her voice, her moans, her very breath. This woman. This fucking woman.

Fucking her right there in the hallway was still a viable, tempting option.

Instead, he reached down between them. His long, slender fingers, slick from her, breached her entrance easily. The wet, intimate sound was obscenely loud in the quiet.

He curled them inside, finding that perfect, devastating spot, while his thumb sought and circled the sensitive bead just outside. He twisted, he churned, applying a ruthless, expert pressure, and she—

SQUIRT!

"MMMHHH!"

Another climax, forced from her by his hand, not his cock. Cecilia slapped his shoulder, a burst of angry frustration amidst the overwhelming pleasure.

"Oathran..." she managed to push his lips from hers, her eyes glistening, her expression one of ravaged, beautiful need. She looked like she was about to cry. "Put it back in..."

Forget being erased from existence. He was going to die. Right now. Right here.

He loved her too much. It was terrifying.

Oathran pulled her flush against him. In one smooth motion, he swept her up, cradling her, and carried her the few stumbling steps to the dorm bed. He laid her down on the cool covers, but he didn’t join her.

Instead, his hands gripped her waist, fingers digging in, making her gasp. He hauled her to the very edge of the mattress, tilting her hips up until they aligned perfectly with his own standing height.

And then he thrust back in.

"Aaaaaaaaahhh...!"

The cry was torn from her. So full, so... deep. Now, with only her shoulders and head propped on the bed, her waist suspended in his unyielding grasp, she was completely at his mercy.

He moved her body against his, relentlessly, manhandling her in a driving rhythm that was less making love and more like being used as his own personal fleshlight.

The angle was deep, devastating, each thundering piston-stroke hitting a place that made her see stars.

She was impossibly slick, drenched from her own climaxes and his attention, yet he was so big, so thick, that the friction remained perfect, the sweet, burning stretch that bordered on too much and never enough.

She could feel the change in him, the building tension coiling like a spring in the base of his spine, the increasingly ragged punch of his hips. She knew it was soon. This man, this boy, this ancient soul in a mortal vessel, was about to—

"Cecilia..."

It broke the last of her restraint.

"Yes! Please cum? Oathran, please cum...!" The words tumbled out in a frantic, sobbing chant. "Mmm, please, please please please please please... please I want you to fill me up...!"

She couldn’t wait anymore. The ache for it, for his release, for the hot, claiming proof of his pleasure inside her. She was begging, shameless, consumed.

Her plea was the final trigger.

With a choked, animal groan that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, Oathran drove into her one last, deep, grounding time and held. His whole body locked tense in ecstasy.

A hot, pulsing flood erupted inside her, wave after wave of his climax filling her exactly as she’d begged for. He shuddered violently, his grip on her hips bruising-tight as he spilled himself with a series of ragged, helpless gasps.

And the world shifted around them.