Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 84: In-Laws

Cecilia leveled a blistering glare at Arkai as she attempted to gather the shredded remnants of her dress, holding the torn fabric against her front. Such flashy proof of today’s debauchery. The man, for his part, looked thoroughly chastised, his usually proud black wolf ears flattened against his skull.

"You didn’t even lose yourself to a full, uncontrollable rut, and you still did this to my only decent dress in this climate..." she pouted. "If you’re going to ruin my clothing, you should at least ruin my pussy to match! Make it worth the laundry!"

Arkai coughed, abashed and rough. You see, the mental blockade and... the lifelong restraint, was still partially standing, even after that. "Can I... just check on the contraception spell Elder Brother placed on you?" he asked, steering toward practicality.

"What? Suddenly worried about consequences?" Cecilia arched her brow.

"If we are going to get you with child," Arkai said, a cold grin playing on his lips, "it will be done properly. Ideally, in front of that precious nephew of mine. Let him have a front-row seat to his legacy being... superseded."

Cecilia felt her face ignite, a blush spreading from her cheeks down her neck. "Is... is that your grand plan for hurting him?"

"What else?" Arkai’s grin turned icy. "God forbid a man finds creative motivation."

A fresh, hot rush of arousal pooled low in her belly, his semen dripping to the pristine snow. "Fine," she breathed. "We’ll do it. In front of him. And you have to be in a full rut. No holding back. Promise?"

Arkai took a deep, steadying breath, willing his stirring cock to subside. "Promise."

Cecilia’s hand drifted to her lower stomach, where the intricate, glowing glyphs of Oathran’s spell pulsed with warmly. "It’s only Oathran who doesn’t want a child with me... Why did you and Eastiel insist on adding layers to prevent your potential children, too?"

"You were the one who brought up Eastiel’s... specialized biology first," Arkai reminded her gently. "We assumed you were indicating a blanket preference. That you did not wish for any seed to take root."

"Hngggg..." she whined, frustrated. "I said that because I wanted you three to figure it out! To decide amongst yourselves whose heir would be the firstborn! Not because I don’t want your children at all!"

Arkai’s jaw went slack. "Oh... I see. We... misunderstood. We thought you were completely opposed..." He shook his head. "Even so, the firstborn should still be Elder Brother’s."

"Even though he’s planning to leave us...?" Cecilia whispered.

"That," Arkai said, his smile softening as he reached out to stroke her tangled hair, "is the very thing we need to solve."

Arkai draped his heavy winter coat over her shoulders, the dense fur still warm from his body. His scent, snow-pine and musk, wrapped around her. "Let’s get inside," he muttered, voice low and gravelly. "Before we’re caught."

Cecilia smiled into the fur collar, breath forming a faint cloud in the cold air. "Yes, Uncle..."

He glared, a flicker of heat in his dark eyes as he pulled her firmly from the shelter of the bare-limbed bush. "Hush."

She stumbled into him, giggling softly. "Why can’t I just call you that from now on?" she whispered, her lips nearly brushing the line of his jaw.

"No," he grunted, steering her toward the garden’s shadowed path. "Keep it for special occasions."

"Hehehehe... not even in front of your brothers...?"

Arkai groaned, conflicted. "I’d need to be a lot more shameless for that."

"We could... include them in the incest play with u—"

"Fuck. Stop inspiring a poor man."

"Eheheheheh... What would Oathran be, then?"

"...what?"

"And Eastiel?"

"..."

"..."

"Your stepfather... and your stepbrother. Or... in-laws, like me—"

She gasped, then burst into muffled, delighted laughter. "Eheheheheheh—"

"Sssshhhh..."

Arkai suddenly tugged the hood of the coat up over her head, shrouding her face in fur and shadow. He went still, his body tensing beside hers. Cecilia felt his attention sharpen, his gaze fixed on something, or someone, across the frosted garden.

She quickly raised a thin, shimmering veil of mana, just enough to blur their scent. Through the faint distortion, she saw her, a figure approaching from between the icy topiaries, her smile polite, curious, and awkward.

Elara.

Her ex-mother-in-law.

Cecilia dipped her face deeper beneath the hood.

Arkai cursed inwardly. Someone didn’t do their damn job.

"Cousin-in-law... greetings." Elara bowed, her voice smooth as winter syrup. Her eyes, however, were anything but sweet. They flickered over Arkai, his tousled hair, the faint scratch marks along his neck, the undone buttons of his tunic...

Then to the woman beside him, swamped in his coat, clearly disheveled under it. "This is..."

She didn’t finish. She didn’t need to.

Even if she wasn’t a beast with a heightened sense of smell, her sharp gaze was enough. No. Anyone would’ve been able to see. Her eyes lingered on the hem of Cecilia’s dress, visible for a heartbeat beneath the cloak’s edge. Torn. Vulgarly torn.

They hadn’t just been talking.

They’d been fucking.

Elara’s eyes narrowed in contempt. The woman beneath the hood looked faintly younger than her, slight, hidden. So... Arkai’s taste ran toward youth, did it? Something bitter curled inside her. "May I know who’s the lucky lady—"

From under the heavy fur hood came a sudden, airy giggle. Cecilia didn’t show her face, but her voice slipped out, sweet and different. Not the measured, serene tone of the Saintess, but something coy. Almost coquettish.

"Ark, who’s this old hag?"

Arkai’s heart hammered against his ribs. A wild, reckless drumbeat of thrill. Here she was, bold as sin, mouthing off to the woman who had been her mother-in-law, the mate of his own cousin, the mother of the man she’d once called her husband.

And they were caught like this, disheveled and smelling of sex.

"Behave," Arkai hissed, but his tone was indulgent, rough with suppressed amusement. He tightened his arm around her. "This is my cousin’s mate, Lady Vasiliev."

"Ohh," came the lilting reply from beneath the hood. "I heard she’s very beautiful." A pause, innocent. "Apparently... not so much."

Arkai had to consciously steady his breathing. His little moon was playing with fire, and he was all too willing to let her burn everything down. "Of course," he said. "No one is more beautiful than you." He turned his gaze back to Elara, offering a lopsided, unapologetic grin. "Forgive her. She’s young."

Elara’s smile was rigid, a porcelain crack over cold fury. "Of... course... Cousin-in-law..." Her eyes drilled into the hooded figure. "And who...?"

"Why are you so curious, Lady?" Cecilia’s voice sweetened further, a honeyed trap. Under the hood, only the curve of her smile was visible.

"You want a piece of Ark’s cock too?"