Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 278: Proper Steps **

Triple penetration might be a phrase only a certain number of people had ever heard, and even fewer had ever experienced.

While Cecilia might have thrown her willingness around, declaring it casually anywhere, she knew it would take lots and lots of work. Preparation. Planning. And some external help.

She opened the lowest drawer of her nightstand and pulled out two bottles. They landed on her bed with soft, solid thuds, their labels crisp, their seals intact. Natural lubricant. Medical grade. Plentiful.

"Yes." Cecilia’s hand pressed to her chest, her chin raised with pride. "This is foresight on my part." She gestured grandly at the bottles. "Also, this magic world’s delivery services and its medical grade lubricant businesses."

Arkai stared at the bottles. His brain was visibly rebooting. "When..." His voice was faint. "When did you—"

"Since Oathran’s turn." Cecilia said. "With Eastiel’s money."

She puffed up slightly.

"Also, for your information, in the real world, I have prepared natural lubricant too. Pure aloe. Apparently Miss Bessa grows lots of it for her own stump moisturizer." Her voice softened, almost reverent. "I will be eternally indebted to her..."

"Ooohh..." The three men sat in a row on her rug, facing her where she perched on the edge of her bed, their faces turned up toward her like students at a lecture. "As expected of Saintess Cecilia."

Cecilia nodded, reached into the drawer, and pulled out more bottles. They lined up on her bed like soldiers, a small army of preparedness.

"We don’t need to be afraid it’ll run out."

She pointed at the corner where the sink stood, its porcelain gleaming in the soft pink light. "Also, get ready to drink a lot of water. My cups are in the cabinet."

Her finger moved to the clock on her nightstand, its face glowing softly. "We have five hours. Seven if we skip the first period." She settled back, crossing her arms. "Now tell me how the three of you plan to do this."

"We skip the second period too." Eastiel said solemnly, absolute. "Into lunch hour."

Oathran raised one hand, palm flat, as if pledging for himself and his brothers. "Arkai will finger and eat you out. Eastiel and I will stimulate you everywhere else."

Arkai nodded to himself. "Also, we will only attempt to put two in one place after you’ve come twice." He looked up. "Or more. Actually, three times to be sure. We’ll make sure you’re all relaxed."

Cecilia listened. Considered. Then she reached for the second drawer.

"Alright." She pulled it open, revealing a stash of snacks. Wrapped bars, dried fruits, nuts, chocolates... "I have snacks. Lots of snacks."

She then pointed to her closet. "Big box of instant enchanted porridge in there. Magic stove in the corner." A wave toward the small appliance on her desk.

"And... some sachets of zero-calorie flavors to spice up our water." She pulled out a small collection of colorful packets. "If you want."

Arkai stared at the array before him. The lubricant, the snacks, the porridge, the flavor packets. His face was solemn, his voice reverent. "Your foresight never ceases to amaze me."

"Let’s skip the third and fourth period too." Eastiel immediately proposed, his eyes fixed on the snacks, the porridge, then lastly, the time. "Let’s skip school today."

Oathran folded his arms. Closed his eyes. His voice was measured and thoughtful. "William will be here in spirit." he paused. "His practical presence and the mechanics of his participation will be managed in the real world."

Cecilia reached into the lowest drawer again. Her hand went all the way to the bottom, fingers searching and eventually finding. She pulled out a box.

And opened it.

The three men gasped.

"This is the ’Angela Special’." Cecilia held it up proudly. A large pink dildo, sleek and elegant and unmistakably purposeful. "She has connections."

Oathran grasped his chest dramatically, his eyes squeezing shut, his voice thick with theatrical grief. "William... you are missed...!" His hand pressed to his heart. "But at least your position will be arranged for you here..."

Eastiel snorted. Arkai buried his face in his hands. Cecilia sat on her bed, surrounded by supplies and snacks and the promise of a very long morning, and grinned.

"So now... who’s kissing me first?"

She asked.

Eastiel moved first.

His hand caught her chin, tilting her face up. His lips found hers. It was soft at first, then hungry, his mouth opening against hers, his tongue sweeping in to claim. Cecilia made a sound against his lips, a small, surprised mmm, and his hands slid into her hair, cradling her skull, holding her still for his kiss.

Around her, the bed dipped. Arkai’s warmth pressed against her back, his chest solid, his arms coming around her waist, his mouth finding her shoulder. His lips traced the strap of her pajama top, following it down, down, down, until his teeth caught the fabric and pulled.

"Arkai—" Cecilia gasped against Eastiel’s lips.

"Mm." His answer was a hum against her skin. The strap slid down her arm. His mouth followed.

Oathran had moved to her side, his hand finding her thigh, his fingers curling under the hem of her shorts. He didn’t pull. Just touched, his palm flat against her skin, his thumb stroking small, slow circles. Cecilia’s leg trembled.

Eastiel pulled back. His lips were red, his eyes dark. "Too much?" His voice was rough.

She shook her head. "No... just perfect..."

Arkai’s mouth found the curve of her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, light, testing. Her words dissolved into a nnngh.

Oathran’s hand slid higher. His thumb pressed against the seam of her shorts, against the heat beneath. "She’s already wet," he said. "We haven’t even started."

Eastiel’s grin was sharp. He tugged at the other strap of her pajama top, pulling it down, baring her chest to the soft pink light. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and his eyes followed, his breath catching.

"Fuck," he breathed.

Arkai’s hands covered her waist, sliding up, up, until his thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts. He didn’t grab. Just held, his palms warm, his fingers spread wide. Cecilia’s back arched.

"Arkai—"

"Let us." His voice was low, rough, pressed against her ear. "Just let us."

Oathran’s fingers hooked into her shorts. Pulled. The fabric slid down her legs, pooling at her ankles. Her pussy was bare to them... bare to the pink light, to their hungry eyes, to the heat of their bodies pressing in from all sides.

"Gorgeous," Eastiel breathed.

Arkai made a sound that might have been agreement or... pain. Pain of holding himself back.

Oathran’s hand settled between her thighs. His fingers parted her folds, exposing her clit, slick and swollen and ready. His thumb found it, pressing, circling, and her hips jerked.

"Ssshhh." His voice was soft. "We have all night."

Eastiel’s mouth found her breast, his lips closing around the peak, his tongue flicking, sucking. Cecilia cried out, her hand flying to his hair, her fingers tangling in the golden strands.

"That’s it." Arkai’s voice was a rumble against her back. His hands were on her other breast now, kneading, massaging, his thumbs circling the tight peak in rhythm with Eastiel’s mouth. "That’s it, Cece. Let us."

Oathran’s finger slid inside her.

Her whole body seized. Her back arching, her nipple pressing into Eastiel’s mouth, her breast pressing into Arkai’s hands, her pussy clamping around Oathran’s finger like she was trying to hold it there forever.

"Fuck," Eastiel laughed against the weight of her boob. "She’s sensitive."

"Good." Oathran’s finger moved, slow, deliberate, stroking her inner walls. "That’s good."

He added a second finger. Cecilia’s hips lifted off the bed, chasing the stretch, the fullness, the ache. Oathran’s thumb pressed against her clit, and she was gone. Her vision whiting out, her body shuddering, her vagina pulsing around his fingers in waves that seemed to go on forever.

"That’s one," the dragon grinned.

"Switch," Arkai murmured. His voice was low, rough. "Switch. I’m eating her out."

Oathran’s fingers slid free, slick and glistening. Cecilia whimpered at the loss, a small, broken sound that made all three of them pause.

"Shhh." After they moved as fast and gentle as they could, Arkai’s hands found her thighs, pushing them wider, spreading her open. "I’ve got you."

His mouth descended.

Arkai’s tongue touched her labia, and Cecilia’s whole body bucked. Her hips lifted off the bed. Her hands fisted in the sheets.

"Aahh—" A sound tore from her throat, raw and desperate and loud.

"Sssshhh." Eastiel’s laugh was breathless. "We’re going to get caught, babe."

"I don’t—I can’t—" Cecilia’s voice cracked.

"I’m kidding. Scream out as much as you want..." the lion said. "Elder Brother already put up a sound barrier, right?"

"Mm-hm..." Oathran nodded, his mouth found her nipple.

"Scream for us."

"Mmmm!"

"Louder."

"Aaah...! Eastiel...! Hold me!"

"That’s it. Perfect..."

Meanwhile, Arkai’s mouth was relentless. His tongue circled her clit, flicked, pressed, sucked. His hands held her thighs apart, pinned her to the bed, made her take everything he gave her.

He put in two fingers and immediately curled them inside her, finding that spot, that place. She clenched around them, her hips grinding against Arkai’s face, her earlier juice dripping down his chin, her cum coating his lips.

"Arkai—Arkai—"

Oathran’s hand found her other breast. His thumb brushed the peak, rolled it, tugged. Her back arched. Her mouth opened. The sound that came out was barely human.

"That’s it." His voice was calm, patient, hungry. "That’s it, love. Let go."

Arkai’s fingers thrust deeper, harder, his tongue pressed flat against her entrance, laving, drinking. Oathran’s mouth closed over her nipple, sucking, biting, pulling. And Eastiel kissed her open mouth, swallowing all sounds.

Cecilia’s vision whited out.

She came with a scream. Her pussy pulsing, gushing, her cum soaking the sheets, her body shaking, breaking, shattering.

"Fuck," Arkai breathed. His fingers slowed, gentled, coaxing her through it. "Fuck, Cece." He lifted his head. His lips were slick, his chin wet, his eyes burning. "Two," he said. His voice was rough. "One more."

Cecilia’s chest heaved. Her legs trembled. Her inside pulsed with echoes of pleasure, aching, empty, waiting. Arkai’s fingers were still inside her, still, not moving, just there, keeping her open, keeping her full.

"I can’t—" Her voice cracked. "I can’t—"

"You can." Oathran’s hand found hers, his fingers interlacing, squeezing. His grey eyes held hers. "You can, love."

Eastiel’s mouth closed over her nipple again, gentle this time, soft, his tongue circling the tight peak, his lips sucking, pulling. Not rough. Not demanding. Just there. Keeping her on the edge.

"I’ll be using the lube to prepare your little asspussy too, okay?" Oathran smiled, reached for one of the bottles, twisting its cap open. He poured a generous amount into his palm, the liquid cool and slick, and lathered it over his fingers with unhurried movements. His grey eyes met hers.

She saw his fingers glide together, spreading it evenly, warming it against his skin. Cecilia’s breath caught, her face red. Her legs, already trembling, tried to close. Arkai’s free hand caught her thighs, held them open, pinned her wide.

"Nope." His voice was soft against her knee. "We’ve got you."

Oathran’s hand slid behind her. His slick fingers traced down, pat her buttcheeks, landed behind the entrance that still pulsed with the memory of her climaxes, lower, until his fingertip found the tight ring of her asshole.

She tensed. Her whole body went rigid, her hands fisting in the sheets.

"Easy." Oathran’s voice was calm, patient. His fingertip circled, pressing lightly, not entering, just touching. "Easy, love."

Eastiel’s hand found her breasts, his thumb circling the tight peak, gentle, distracting. "Breathe, babe. Just breathe."

Cecilia forced her lungs to work. In. Out. In.

Oathran’s finger pressed deeper. Just the tip, just enough to feel the stretch, the foreignness, the intrusion. His hand was steady, his eyes fixed on her face, watching for any sign of pain.

"More," she whispered. "I can take more."

His finger slid deeper. One knuckle. Two. The lube was cool, slick, easing the way. She felt the stretch, the fullness, the strangeness of it, but not pain. Just pressure. Just him.

"Good?" His voice was low.

She nodded. Her throat was tight. "Mm..."

His finger curled, pressing against her inner walls, stretching her, opening her. Her hips jerked. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

"Another," she said.

Oathran’s eyes met hers. His second finger pressed against the entrance, slick with lube, and slid inside beside the first.

She gasped. Her hands flew to his shoulders, gripping, holding. The stretch was more now... intense, yet perfect.

"That’s it." His voice was soft, encouraging. His fingers spread inside her, stretching her wider, preparing her. "That’s it, love. We’ve done this before..."

Eastiel’s mouth closed over her nipple again, sucking hard.

"Aaahhh..."

Arkai’s hand kept her thighs open, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin of her inner legs.

"Mmmm—"

Cecilia’s head fell back, her eyes closing, her breath coming in ragged waves.

Oathran’s fingers moved. Slow. Gentle. Thrusting. Each movement pushing deeper, stretching wider, preparing her for what was to come.

When he finally withdrew, she felt empty. Hollow.

"Good?" His voice was soft.

Cecilia opened her eyes. Her gaze found his, held.

"More than good."

"Then, let’s do it all together," Oathran kissed her hard, his own breathing ragged. His fingers entered once more.

"Mmhhh ahh... mmm ahhh!"

Arkai’s fingers inside her pussy began to move. Slow. Deep. His thumb found her clit, pressing, circling, matching the rhythm of his fingers. Her hips jerked. Her hand tightened around Oathran’s arm.

"Ah—ah... ah...! Ah...! Ah...!"

"That’s it." His voice was low, rough, his fingers pressed against Arkai’s fingers in her adjacent hole, maneuvering together. "That’s it. Let go."

"Mmmm... mmm! I’m letting go... can I really...? Can I... cu—mmmm...?"

Oathran’s free hand slid up her stomach, her ribs, her breast. His palm cupped her, his thumb brushing her other nipple in slow, lazy circles. His mouth found her neck, her jaw, her ear.

"Come for us," he whispered. "One more time."

Eastiel’s lips released her nipple. His hand replaced his mouth, fingers rolling the tight peak, tugging, twisting. His golden eyes were dark, fixed on her face.

"Come on, babe." His voice was rough. "We’re right here."

Arkai’s fingers curled inside her, finding that spot, that place. His mouth closed over her clit, sucking, drinking, claiming.

"Uuuhhh uuuuummmhhngggg!"

The pleasure built fast, too fast, too much, too everything, rising from her g-spot, spreading through her belly, her chest, her throat. Her back arched. Her heels dug into the mattress. Her hand crushed Oathran’s arm.

"Cecilia." His voice was encouraging, almost like giving an order... almost as if he was using his Dragon Tongue, absolute. "Now."

She shattered.

"A—H—!"

She broke in a rush, hot and thick and endless, spraying against Arkai’s face, soaking his wrist, dripping down her thighs. Her body convulsed, her pussy and asspussy pulsing around Arkai’s and Oathran’s fingers, her hips lifting off the bed, her spine arching, her mind blank.

She came back to herself slowly. Arkai’s mouth was still on her, gentling now, licking, cleaning, easing her through the aftershocks. Eastiel’s hand was in her hair, stroking, soothing. Oathran’s fingers were still inside her behind.

"Three," Arkai murmured against her thigh. He lifted his head. His lips were slick, his face completely wet. "Three, Cece."

Oathran pulled his fingers out. His palm found her hip, his fingers now pressing into her skin. "Now," he said. Gentle. "Now we fill you."