Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 279: Coordinated **

Arkai’s fingers slid free of her pussy, leaving her empty and gasping. Then he moved, sliding down, positioning himself prone beneath them, his body a solid foundation waiting to be used.

Eastiel’s hands gripped her hips, helping Oathran turn her, position her. Her back pressed against Oathran’s chest, his arms coming around her, holding her upright. Eastiel knelt between her legs, his cock slick with precum, his golden eyes fixed on her face. His back was to Arkai.

Behind her, she felt Oathran’s cock pressing against her asshole, the tip nudging her entrance, waiting.

This... it seemed they had discussed this position beforehand. Without her.

Imagining that made her face burn. Red. Crimson. The kind of red that spread from her cheeks to her ears to her chest, that made her hands clench, that made her want to hide and watch all at once.

"Ready?" Oathran’s voice was soft against her ear.

She nodded. Her throat was dry.

His hands guided her hips, tilted her, opened her cheeks. The tip of his cock pressed against her back hole. He didn’t push. Just waited.

From under all of them, Arkai’s cock came into view, and Eastiel chuckled.

He grabbed the bottle of lube, upending it. A quarter of the bottle poured directly onto Arkai’s urethral opening, dripping down his girthy length, pooling on his stomach, dripping onto the sheets.

Arkai hissed. "It’s fucking cold."

"Oh?" Eastiel grinned. It was sharp and teasing. "You want me to warm it with my body heat first, Brother?" His voice dropped. "Work it with my hand on your cock? Huh?" He leaned backward slightly. "I’ll do it for you if you ask."

GRASP!

Arkai’s hands shot up from under him, grasping Eastiel’s waist. His grip was quick and immediate.

"Hic!" Eastiel flinched, his face going red, his composure cracking, his everything crumbling.

"Be good." Arkai’s voice was stern. Low... commanding. "We’re about to rub cocks. It’s fine to rub it with your hand a bit."

Eastiel snapped. His face was completely red, his ears burning. "Are you copying Elder Brother?! It’s not sexy at all!"

Cecilia’s arms looped around Eastiel’s nape, pulling him close. Her face was close to his, her eyes narrowed, her lips pouting.

"Why are you flirting with Arkai?"

Eastiel barked. "Flirt—"

"You’re supposed to be flirting with me." She tilted her head, her pout deepening.

Behind her, Oathran’s mouth claimed her neck. Teeth grazed her skin. Lips sucked. Tongue laved. Her words dissolved into a nnngh, her body arching against his chest, her head falling back against his shoulder.

"I’m putting it in first, alright?" Oathran’s whisper was rough against her ear.

He pushed.

She gasped.

The fullness was immediate. Overwhelming. Perfect. Her walls stretched around him, clenched, pulled. His hands tightened on her hips, his breath coming hard against her neck.

"Easy." His voice was strained. Even after preparation, even after stretching, her ass was still tight. Still clenching. Still fighting him. "Easy, Saintess."

He pressed deeper. His cock pushed against the entrance to her colon, just the tip, just enough to breach that deep, secret place, and her whole body went rigid.

"No—" Her voice cracked. "I’m scared—"

"Sorry—" Oathran gasped, his hips stilling, his chest heaving against her back. "Yes. I’m scared too. I’ll pull out a bit..."

He withdrew. Just slightly. Just enough.

"Mmmm aaahhh—"

Not wanting to feel left out, Arkai’s hand shot up from behind, grasping Eastiel’s cock. His other arm propped himself up, his muscles straining, his eyes fixed on them.

"Be quick." His voice was rough. "Lubricate your cock. Look at them having fun without us." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"F-f-f-fine!" Eastiel’s voice cracked.

Eastiel’s hands fumbled with the bottle. Lube poured, too much, not enough, everywhere. Arkai’s hand moved, stroking, working the slick liquid over Eastiel’s length, coating him, preparing him.

"Mm—don’t—mmm—"

His protests dissolved into a groan, his hips jerking into Arkai’s grip, his eyes fluttering shut, his face burning.

"Fuck..."

Arkai started to guide Eastiel’s hips forward, positioning him. Eastiel’s cock pressed against Cecilia’s entrance, slick with lube, the tip nudging her pussy, waiting. His golden eyes met hers, dark with want.

"Now, okay?" His voice was rough.

She nodded. Her throat was dry.

Behind her, Oathran’s arms tightened around her, holding her steady. His cock was still buried deep in her asshole, filling her, claiming her. She was already full... too full, in fact, and still they wanted more.

Eastiel’s cock nudged her entrance. The tip pressed, slick and patient. Under him, Arkai’s cock pressed against Eastiel’s, the two shafts sliding together, slick with lube, the heads aligned.

"Together," Eastiel breathed.

They pushed. The tip—

First was Eastiel, and after an inch secured, Arkai came right behind it.

The stretch was impossible. Two heads pressing against her entrance, spreading her wider than she had ever been, wider than she thought she could be.

"Ohh!"

Cecilia cried out, her hands flying to Eastiel’s shoulders, her nails digging in.

"Ssshhh." Oathran’s voice was strained, his arms holding her tight. "Ssshhh, love. Breathe."

She breathed. The heads slipped inside, just the heads, but at least the entire two heads... and the fullness was overwhelming. Her stretched hymen around them, her walls clenching, pulling.

"Fuck, aaahhh," Eastiel gasped. His hands gripped her hips, his knuckles white. "Cecilia—"

Arkai’s groan came from beneath them, his body taut, his hips pressing up. "More," he gritted out. "More."

They pushed deeper. One inch. Two. The shafts slid together inside her, slick and hot, filling her from wall to wall.

"Please... don’t let me hover... meet me halfway... help push her down..." Arkai begged, his voice strained, his body trembling beneath them. He was already there, already in the future where he fell apart in white.

Eastiel whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying—" His hips pressed forward, his hands gripping her thighs down, his whole body shaking. "Brother, your cock—don’t twitch on me, I’m about to cu—"

"Sssssshhhh, ssshhhh." Arkai soothed him desperately. "If you cum, I’m cumming, fucker, get a fucking grip—"

The sound was wet, obscene, glorious—the slide of skin on skin, the gasp of breath, the moan that tore from her throat.

"Mmmm—aahhh—"

"Cecilia, don’t clench—" Oathran’s voice was strained, his hands tightening on her hips. "Aaahhss! I’m still in your ass, my love, you’re breaking my cock—don’t—I’m cummi—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, calm down, relax, relax, relax—"

He pulled her chin to the side, his mouth finding hers in a frantic kiss, his fingers working her nipples, twisting, pulling, trying to distract her.

"Fuck," Eastiel breathed against her throat. "Fuck, she’s tight—"

Oathran pulled away, his forehead pressed to her temple, his breath ragged. His mouth found her ear, his voice a whisper. "You’re doing so well," he said. "So well, love."

The heads pressed deeper.

One hit her spot. That spot, that place. And the other pressed against her uterus, so deep, so full, and Cecilia screamed. Her body arched, her hands clutched, her cunt clenched around them both. Eastiel’s hips stuttered. Arkai’s groan was guttural, raw.

"Aaaahhh—"

"Ha—"

"Stop twitch—haa—"

"That’s it." Oathran nodded, his arms locked around her, holding her steady. "All the way."

They pushed.

The final inch slid home. Cecilia’s holes were full, stuffed, stretched, claimed from both sides. Eastiel’s cock pulsed against her walls. Arkai’s pressed against Eastiel’s from below, the two shafts grinding together inside her, filling every space, every place.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t be anything but full.

"Move," she gasped. "Move."

"Make me get used to it—"

Arkai’s hips pushed up. Eastiel’s pushed down. The opposite friction made them groan at the same time, a sound that vibrated through Cecilia’s entire body. They moved together in a single rhythm, full coordination.

The slide was slow at first, gentle, patient. Cecilia felt every inch of them, every ridge, every pulse. Eastiel’s cock dragged against her front walls, pressing against her g-spot, rubbing, teasing. Everything caught on that swollen bundle of nerves with each withdrawal, each thrust, each grind.

His shaft also rubbed against Arkai’s, the two of them sliding together inside her, the friction of skin on skin generating heat, generating pressure, generating something that made her thighs tremble and her breath catch.

"Your cock feels good, Bro—"

"Stop saying the most outrageous shit or I’m cummi—"

SLAP—

"Mmm...!" Cecilia slapped Eastiel’s arm, holding her laugh and this weird, sexy pleasure from their banters. "Stop fighting in MY pussy!"

But that wasn’t all.

Arkai’s movements, slower, deeper, stimulated her pussy’s back walls, the ones that pressed against her ass, that thin, sensitive partition sandwiched between her two holes.

Each thrust of his cock pushed against Oathran’s cock, the two of them moving in counterpoint, pressing against each other through the thin membrane that separated them.

Oathran’s cock was still buried deep in her asspussy, filling her from behind. And with every thrust of Arkai’s hips, every push of Eastiel’s, she could feel Oathran’s cock pressing against them from the other side.

Three cocks. Two points of entry. Infinite sources of pleasure that blended into one overwhelming whole.

"Oooohhh—" The sound escaped her, high and breathless. "Oooohhh—fuck—"

Eastiel’s rhythm quickened. Arkai’s matched, driving, pushing. Their cocks slid together inside her, slick and hot, filling her from wall to wall, from inside to out. And behind her, beneath her, Oathran’s cock pulsed in her colon lips, up, and pressing against them, to the front, against that thin barrier.

Her cunt clenched around Eastiel and Arkai. Her ass clenched around Oathran. The two clenches met inside her, squeezing them all at once, and the sound that tore from all three men was almost inhuman.

"Holy—" Eastiel gasped. "Cecilia—"

Arkai’s hips stuttered. Oathran’s grip on her waist tightened. And Cecilia—Cecilia was lost, floating, drowning in the pleasure that built from three sides, that filled her completely, that left no room for anything but them.

"More," she gasped. "More."

"Mmm—" Her head fell back against Oathran’s shoulder. "Mmm—that’s—"

"Good?" Oathran asked, his hands stroking her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. "That’s good, love?"

She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t speak. Could only feel.

Arkai’s hips rolled, slow and deep, his cock pulsing against Eastiel’s, against her walls, against everywhere. Eastiel’s hips circled, grinding, pressing, hitting her g-spot with every stroke.

The pleasure built, rising from her cunt, spreading through her belly, her chest, her throat.

"Aaahhh..." The sound escaped her. "Aaahhh..."

"That’s it." Eastiel’s voice was rough, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her, moving her. "That’s it, babe."

Arkai’s hand found her clit, his thumb pressing, circling, matching the rhythm of their hips. Cecilia’s body jerked. Her pussy clenched around them, her walls pulsing, pulling.

"Oooohhh—" The pleasure was building faster now, sharper, brighter. "Oooohhh—Arkai—"

His thumb pressed harder. His hips pushed deeper. The stretch was perfect and delicious. The little pain that lingered had melted into pleasure, into need, into something that made her whole body sing.

Faster. Harder. Quicker.

Their rhythm shattered, slow and gentle dissolving into something frantic, something desperate.

Eastiel’s hips pistoned against her, each thrust driving Arkai’s cock deeper, pushing Oathran’s cock harder against the thin wall between. The wet sound... the wet sound—the slap of skin on skin...

"Ceci—" Eastiel called. "Cecilia, I’m going to—"

Arkai’s voice came from beneath them, strained. "Let go," he whispered. "Let go, Cece. We wouldn’t make it... it’s coming..."

And so—

Her world broke apart.

"Cumming—"

It came in waves, spraying against their cocks, soaking their thighs, dripping down her legs. Her body convulsed, her holes pulsing around them, clamping down with a force that made her see white, made her scream, made her nothing but pleasure.

"Fuck—" Oathran’s hips buckled. The squeeze sucked him in, the tight ring of her asspussy pulling his tip deeper, further, until he slipped completely inside her colon. "Cec—"

"A—H!"

Her scream was raw. The new depth, the new fullness, sent another wave crashing through her, her holes pulsing in tandem, squeezing them all at once.

"AAAHH—"

"WHA—"

Arkai and Eastiel saw white.

Their cocks got squeezed even harder, her walls clamping down, milking them, breaking them. Their cum splurted in thick, violent bursts with such chaotic rhythm. Eastiel’s hips jerked against her, Arkai’s body arched beneath them, and together, they spilled into her, around her, through her.

Cecilia floated. Drifted. Dissolved.

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When she came back to herself, she was surrounded. Eastiel’s forehead pressed against her shoulder, his breath ragged, his body trembling. Arkai lay beneath them, his chest heaving, his hands now gripping Eastiel’s hips. Oathran’s arms were around her, his cock still buried deep in her back hole, his lips pressed to her hair.

"Don’t move," she whispered. "Don’t move."

No one did.

She whispered. "I’m kinda... about to pee right now."

"YES!" Eastiel moaned. His hips jerked and his cock twitching inside her.

"Please, a warm golden shower is the perfect way to end this—" Arkai grinned.

Oathran whispered through a smile. "Cecilia... your colon... stuck... my tip..." A pleasurable shudder ran through him. "Releasing your pee to loosen your muscles up is pretty much welcomed... yes."

These three...

Do they not have any... shame?

"Ah, please pee on us...?"

"DON’T MOVE!"

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TL;DR:

Oathran: Trying to be the calm, collected elder brother. Also scared. Also stuck in Cecilia’s colon. Fighting for his life.

Arkai: Stern, commanding, begging Eastiel not to twitch. Suffering from below. Also twitching himself.

Eastiel: Trying to flirt with Cecilia, accidentally flirted with Arkai, got caught, got teased, got a slap. Living his best/worst life.

Cecilia: Full. Overwhelmed. Screaming. Also, somehow, the only one with any shame left at the end.

They’re doing their ultimate best... I swear...