Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 261: Beast Mating **

The world lurched.

Cecilia wondered if she’d ever get used to this. It was never gentle. Just a bit violent, sickeningly, as if reality itself had been yanked out from under them and replaced with something else. The corridor of Winter’s Keep dissolved into nothing.

And then—

Cold.

Cecilia’s lungs seized.

Water, freezing, surrounded her, filled her ears, pressed against her skin like a thousand tiny knives. She was submerged and almost drowning.

Her eyes flew open.

Darkness. But beneath the water, through the distortion, she could see him.

Arkai.

No—not Arkai. Not the man she had just held, just spoken to. This was something else.

His eyes burned crimson in the black, twin embers of a fire that should not exist. His body loomed over the bathtub, massive and terrible, darker than the darkness itself.

His hands, his claws, gripped her thighs, spreading them apart.

Her dress was ripped. Torn from collar to hem, hanging off her in ruined strips, exposing her skin to the freezing water and the burning gaze.

Cecilia’s head broke the surface, water streaming from her hair, her lungs burning with the effort of gasping air.

"Arkai!"

She jumped, launching herself at him, wrapping her arms around his massive, snarling form, pressing her body against the darkness that enveloped him. Her ripped dress clung to her skin, useless and forgotten.

"Fine..." The words tumbled out. "Put it in..."

She whispered against the shadow that hid his face.

"Put it inside... you want it, right...?"

Initially, she had been afraid. Afraid he would regret this, forcing her in a state beyond rampage, when his beast was in control and he was not. Afraid of what it would do to him, to them, to everything they had built.

But now—

Now she understood.

"You want my pussy?" She kissed the darkness. Kissed him, wherever he was beneath it. "Just don’t drown me, okay?"

Then she just had to show him. Show him that she liked all his forms. Even the ones where he had less control. Even the ones that terrified him.

If he knew she would like it regardless... he wouldn’t regret it.

THRUST!

"MMH!"

The initial pain was searing, a white-hot spike that made her see stars. But it wasn’t as painful as when she had lost her virginity.

It was big. How could it grow so big? Was this... was this the size when he couldn’t control his form?

"Arkai... mmm!" She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Let me get used to it—"

THRUST!

"Aaaahh!"

She had said she would accept it. Enjoy it. But she still needed to be safe.

THRUST!

"Aaahhh...!"

So rough. But by the third thrust, something shifted. A tingling of pleasure broke through, mixing with the pain, creating something new and strange and good.

It could be better, though.

She reached out with her power, her telekinesis, steadily and wrapped it around his body. Not quite to stop him, but to guide him. To slow the relentless pace just enough.

"GRRR..."

A growl. Deep, rumbling, dangerous.

It should have been scary, him being angry that his movements were hindered. That she was controlling him.

THRUST!

"Ooooohhh... yesss... " The moan escaped her unbiddenly. "That’s better... Arkai..."

The form stuttered.

The crimson eyes, those burning, terrible eyes, narrowed. Something flickered in their depths. Recognition? Curiosity? Want?

Then it started moving again.

THRUST—

Gentler now. But with the same devastating, strong impact against her body.

"Aaaahhh!" Cecilia’s head fell back. "Yes! Like that...! Mmm, love it—"

"Grrrr..."

Oho.

This rampaging form... could listen to her attempts at forceful communication?

THRUST!

"Mmmm... you can go a little harde—"

THRUST! THRUST! THRUST—

Cecilia’s eyes rolled back.

Pleasure crashed through her like a wave. Her body arched, her toes curled, her mind went blissfully, wonderfully blank.

"Arkai..." She gasped, clawing for coherence. "Flip me over..."

With her telekinesis, she forced herself to flip, turning in the water, presenting her back to him, her hair spilling across the surface like liquid gold. The position was vulnerable, open, perfect.

The rampaging beast understood immediately.

THRUST! THRUST! THRUST! THRUST—

Cecilia’s form relaxed slowly. Her waist became pliant, yielding, matching his rhythm even as it grew rougher and rougher. The water sloshed around them wildly.

But even though it felt good... so good... because of how rough it was, she just couldn’t reach climax. The pleasure built and built and built, but the peak remained elusive, taunting, just out of reach.

She turned her head, her eyes finding the beast behind her. Glared at him.

"I can’t cum..."

"GRRRH!" The sound was almost a curse. Frustrated, perhaps. Angry and desperate.

But somehow he understood. His movements shifted, became more intentional, more targeted, even as they remained just as rough.

THRUST.

"AH!"

There.

The pleasure spot. Finally, finally reached.

"Mmm! Yes!"

THRUST—THRUST—THRUST—

"Ah...! Ah...! Ah...!"

Each impact drove her higher, closer, trembling on the edge.

"Arkai... kiss...?"

The plea made the beast snarl.

Instead of kissing her, he dipped his head and bit down hard on the base of her neck.

"MMM, FUCK, ARKAI...!"

Pain. Sharp, searing, electric.

And then—

Pleasure. An explosion of it, radiating from the bite mark through her entire body, forcing her over the edge whether she wanted it or not.

"GRRRRR—"

So this was how beasts and their mates were supposed to mate.

Biologically. No attempt at pleasure was necessary. Just one bite, one claim, and a beast’s mate’s body would respond forcefully.

"AAAAHHHH!" Cecilia’s scream echoed off the bathroom walls. "DAMN YOU...! MAKE ME CUM PROPERLY, DON’T CHEAT!"

Her body convulsed in pleasure, wave after wave crashing through her, destroying her.

"MMMMHH...! CHEATER!"

"GROOWL—GROOF! SNARL—!"

The beast’s sounds were incomprehensible, but she understood them anyway. Mine. Mine. Mine.

"DUMMY!" She gasped, still trembling, still coming. "AAA-HHH...!"

The beast’s grip on her hips tightened. Claws dimpling her skin, not breaking it, just holding with that impossible strength. He was still buried deep inside her, still there, and she could feel him, all of him, twitching, pulsing, waiting.

Cecilia’s body was still shuddering from the forced climax, the bite mark on her neck throbbing with residual pleasure. But the beast wasn’t done. Had barely started.

He pulled out.

The sudden emptiness made her gasp, a keening sound she didn’t recognize as her own. Cold air rushed against her most intimate places, and she felt incomplete in a way that transcended logic.

Then—THRUST.

He slammed back in, harder than before, deeper than before, and Cecilia saw stars.

Not metaphorically. Actual bursts of light exploded behind her eyes, constellations forming and dying with each impact.

The pleasure was different now, not the sharp, targeted spikes of before, but something oceanic. It rolled through her in waves, building and building, each thrust adding to a pressure that grew somewhere deep in her core.

"Ah...! Ah...! Ah...!" The sounds were punched out of her with each impact.

The beast’s growls rumbled against her back, vibrating through her spine, her ribs, her bones. His hands roamed her body, one gripping her hip, the other sliding up her stomach, her chest, finally wrapping around her throat. Not choking. Just... holding.

THRUST—THRUST—THRUST—

The rhythm was relentless now. Water sloshed around them. The cold of the bathroom, the darkness, the wrongness of the situation, none of it mattered.

Only this.

Only him. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Cecilia’s mind was dissolving. Thoughts broke apart like clouds before wind, leaving only sensation. The stretch of him inside her... the friction that sent sparks shooting up her spine with every movement. The weight of his body against hers, surrounding her, owning her.

"Arkai..." The name escaped her. "Arkai... I’m... I’m..."

She didn’t know what she was. Didn’t know what was happening. Only that the pressure was building again. This time was different from before, more intense, more total.

It wasn’t just in her core. It was everywhere. Her toes, her fingers, the roots of her hair, the tips of her ears. Every nerve ending in her body was singing, waiting, aching.

The beast’s hand tightened on her throat, just slightly, and something shifted.

THRUST.

The pressure exploded.

Not like before,the sharp, sudden release of the forced climax. This was tsunami. A wave of real pleasure so immense, so overwhelming, that it erased everything else.

Cecilia’s vision went white. Her hearing faded to a dull roar. Her body arched so violently that she would have fallen if the beast wasn’t holding her.

"AAAAAAHHHHH—!"

The scream tore from her, endless. Her inner walls clenched around him, spasming in waves that seemed to go on forever, each contraction drawing him deeper, milking him in a way that made the beast howl.

"GRRRROOOOOWWWWL—"

His climax followed hers, a hot flood of release that seemed to go on and on, filling her, marking her from the inside. His body shuddered against hers, massive and vulnerable and perfect.

For a long, suspended moment, there was nothing else. No past, no future, no world beyond this bathroom. Just them. Just this.

Cecilia’s consciousness flickered at the edges. She was dimly aware of the beast’s weight pressing her down, of his breath hot against her neck, of the water slowly calming down around them.

And then, slowly, the darkness began to recede.

The claws retracted. The crimson eyes flickered and dimmed.

Arms... humanoid arms, warm and trembling, wrapped around her and pulled her close.

"Cecilia..."

Cecilia smacked his arm, hard.

"Ow—"