Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 262: Held Hostage

The afternoon light filtered through the curtains in soft, golden bands, painting stripes across the bedroom floor. Dust motes danced in the warm beams, suspended in air. Outside, the world continued its ordinary rhythm. Birds sang, servants moved through distant corridors, life went on.

Inside, the silence was heavy.

Arkai sat on the edge of the bed, his back to Cecilia, his head dipped so low his chin nearly touched his chest. He was dressed now. Simple clothes, nothing like the formal wear he usually favored, but his entire color palette had shifted. Dark. Monochrome. The kind of gray that came from inside, not from lighting.

"I... have failed as a man."

His voice was hollow. Stripped of everything that made him him.

Cecilia lay on the bed behind him, one hand pressed to her waist, rubbing absently at the ache that still lingered. Her body bore marks, bruises from his grip, the deep crescent of his bite on her neck... but her eyes were clear and focused.

"If you know your wrongs," she said flatly, "come here and rub my back."

Arkai turned.

His face was still monochromatic. Pale, shadowed, ruined with regret. Dejection pulled at every feature, carving lines that hadn’t been there before. He moved slowly, carefully, as if afraid his presence might somehow hurt her further.

He reached her. His hands, those hands that had held her so roughly just moments ago, found her waist.

"I have failed as a person." The words were barely a whisper.

Cecilia glared at him.

"Not failed." Her voice was sharp, cutting through his spiral. "Just dumb."

Arkai flinched.

"If you have this kind of persistent rampage condition," she continued, her glare intensifying, "tell me!"

"Cece..." His voice was small, guilty, the voice of a man who had seen the worst of himself and couldn’t look away.

He remembered the other world. Sienna. Roarke. Rinne. The life he had lived there as a magic student.

And he understood now. He understood what Eastiel had been trying to warn him about.

"When she does it, you gotta brace yourself. It’s going to be psychologically enlightening."

This was what the Lion King had meant. This impossible, terrifying, overwhelming woman who refused to let him drown in guilt, who demanded he act instead of wallow, who looked at him, even now, after everything, like he was still worthy of her love.

Arkai’s hands kept moving on her waist, gentle circles, trying to ease the ache he had caused.

And for the first time since waking, the monochrome of his soul began, just slightly, to lighten.

"Rub harder..." Cecilia whispered, turning over to lay on her stomach. Her voice was soft, almost sleepy, but the request was clear.

"Yes..." Arkai’s hands pressed more firmly into her muscles, working the knots that had formed during the previous activity.

"Mmm..."

"Here?"

"Down... my butt too..."

"Oh..." His voice caught slightly, but his hands obeyed, sliding down to the curve of her backside, kneading gently.

"My thighs... between my thighs..."

Arkai’s face burned.

This woman still dared to seduce him after everything! After he had lost control, after he had hurt her, after he had shown her the worst, most animalistic version of himself—

Succubus!

"Massage the gap too..." Her voice was a purr now.

"Okay... around here...?" His thumb found the sensitive space between her thighs, around her labia, pressing gently, creating circles against the soft fabric that still separated them.

"Mm-hm... don’t stay in one place..."

"Yeah?" Arkai’s voice was rough, strained. He shifted, swinging one leg over her, positioning himself atop her body. His hands continued their work, more seriously now.

"Yeah... now up...?" Cecilia requested, and he moved higher, pressure against her upper back. Then down. Then up again. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Aaahh... this is so good... Arkai..."

Arkai couldn’t help it.

His hips ground against her buttocks, involuntarily. His tail stood rigid behind him, betraying every shred of control he pretended to have.

So eager.

How could he not resist this woman?! Where was his rationality? His shame?! He had just hurt her—had just rampaged—and now she was—

"Put it in again...?"

The moment she said it, his honor flew out the window.

Scrambling with his pants, Arkai finally managed to free himself, the tip of his cock kissing her entrance from behind. The heat of her, the promise of her... was intoxicating.

He positioned himself, ready to push in—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The door shook.

"Lord Father! Lord Mother! Are you okay?!" Rinne’s voice, high and terrified, cut through the haze. "Father! Don’t hurt Mother! Father!"

Arkai froze.

Right.

He had returned to the real world. His son was here.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Arkai!" Anton’s voice joined the chaos, furious. "You damned fool, I told you not to hurt her!"

That little shit cousin of his!

Why was he here too?!

Arkai was about to fix his pants and abandon the moment, to let shame and circumstance steal this from them, when Cecilia’s hand reached back.

Her fingers found him, clamping around the head of his cock. She held him there, trapped between her digits. Safe to say, it was her saying, ’I said put it in.’

Arkai’s brain short-circuited.

Outside, Rinne kept banging. Anton kept yelling. The door rattled on its hinges, seconds away from being broken down.

And Cecilia was holding him hostage with her fingers.

"Ce—Cecilia—" His voice cracked. "The door—they’re—"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"LORD FATHER! OPEN THE DOOR!"

"MOVE ASIDE, BOY, I’LL BREAK IT DOWN!"

Cecilia didn’t move. Didn’t release him. Just turned her head slightly, those sea-glass eyes catching his over her shoulder, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"They can wait," she whispered.

They can wait.

THEY CAN WAIT.

Arkai’s tail thrashed behind him. His whole body trembled with the effort of not immediately slamming into her.

Cecilia rubbed his urethral opening with her knuckle and then let him slip from her fingers entirely.

She rose.

She knew Arkai wouldn’t do it. She knew he was too honorable, too racked with guilt, too aware of the consequences. So she would make the choice for him.

Unhurriedly, she slid down the bed. Her feet found the floor. She walked a few steps toward the door, her hand reached for the lock.

She turned it.

She opened the door—

GRASP.

GRIND—

With the door swinging open, revealing Rinne’s terrified face, Anton’s furious scowl, and half the Dawnoro Pack’s elite wolves standing at attention behind them, Arkai hugged her from behind.

His body pressed against hers. His hips moved, subtle, grinding his erect cock between her buttcheeks, hidden from view by the angle of their bodies.

Cecilia’s face froze.

"M-Mother...? Father...?" Rinne’s voice trembled with relief and confusion. He had wanted to sigh, to cry, to celebrate that they were both alive and apparently unharmed.

But when he saw his father’s expression, shadowed and dark, glaring from behind Cecilia’s much smaller frame, he became tense all over again.

Was he still...?

The rutting scent was obvious. The residue from the rampage still hung in the air. And underneath it—fresh.

"Mother is alright." Cecilia’s voice was remarkably steady. "Father is also alright now. You don’t have to worry."

Her face remained frozen in that pleasant smile.

No, no, the monster behind you did not look alright.

"Father, thank you for coming." She turned her gaze to Anton. "But it’s alright now."

Anton’s eyes narrowed. "Are you sure?" His voice was flat. "I’m old, but I can still hold my own against this little shit." A pause. "And he’s as old as me."

Arkai glared at him.

The wolves behind Anton took two faltering steps backward in perfect unison.

This... this totally looked like a hostage situation.

Every single elite wolf of the Dawnoro Pack had the exact same thought. Luna, please blink twice if you’re in danger. Because we’ll know that we are in danger too.