Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

Mirabelle stared at her three mates in bewilderment.

For a long moment, she had absolutely no idea what to say. Or what to do.

The sight before her had caught her completely off guard.

Until now, she’d only ever seen each of them individually with very little — or nothing — on. Having all three of them gathered in her room like this, wearing almost nothing, was... a lot for her senses to process all at once.

Before she could collect herself, all three Beastmen rose from their seats and began walking toward her.

And when three very large, very underdressed, and exceptionally handsome Beastmen started advancing in unison...

...it was just a little intimidating.

Instinctively, she took a step backward.

Then another. A heartbeat later, her back met the door.

Kaelith stopped directly in front of her.

Silas came to a halt on her left.

Lucien on her right.

Mirabelle slowly tilted her head back to look up at her first mate.

Her hyena smiled down at her.

Then, with effortless confidence, he rested both hands on her waist.

For some reason it almost felt as though he was making sure she couldn’t escape.

Silas leaned casually against the wall beside her, while Lucien mirrored the pose on the opposite side.

Wide-eyed, Mirabelle looked from one to the next.

With every slow breath, their scents drifted around her, blending into something so uniquely Beastman that it was almost intoxicating.

Kaelith carried the warmth of sun-baked stone after a scorching summer day.

Silas smelled of rain-soaked forests and the electric promise of an approaching storm.

Lucien was crisp morning air, dew-covered grass, and wildflowers stirred by a gentle breeze.

Alone, each scent was captivating.

Together...

They smelled like nature itself in all its untamed beauty.

"Umm... what exactly is this?" Mirabelle asked as goosebumps slowly spread across her skin.

Kaelith’s hands rested on nothing more than her waist.

Yet the warmth radiating from his palms seemed to flow through her entire body, leaving her strangely incapable of moving so much as a single muscle.

Lucien smiled: "Well... you told us to decide who gets to spend tonight with you." His grin becamedangerously.

"So we made a decision." Silas’ deep voice made her head snap toward him. "We decided not to decide."

"And that means...?" she asked. To her annoyance, there was the faintest tremor in her voice.

Kaelith’s grin only grew wider.

"It probably means..." He leaned down just enough for their eyes to meet. "...that all three of us will be spending the night with you."

Her brain short-circuited.

Her lips parted. And stayed that way.

Before she could manage so much as a single word, Silas slipped a hand beneath her chin and gently turned her face toward him.

Then he kissed her.

Deeply.

The instant their lips met, fireworks seemed to explode beneath her skin. Heat raced through her body in shimmering waves, gathering with alarming speed low in her belly.

She pulled back with a soft gasp.

"H-Hey..." It was all she managed.

The dark-skinned panther Beastman merely bared his fangs in a smug grin.

"You invited me."

Before she could think of a response, a slender hand, noticeably cooler than Silas’s. came to rest against her left cheek.

Lucien gently turned her toward him.

The next heartbeat, his lips were already on hers.

This kiss couldn’t have been more different.

It was slow. Tender. His lips brushed softly against hers, lingering just long enough to make her heart flutter. The gentle pressure sent warm ripples through her stomach, leaving her breath catching for an entirely different reason.

The contrast between the two kisses was so overwhelming that Mirabelle already felt completely out of her depth.

Then, with a gentle pressure of his hands, Kaelith drew her against his chest.

Suddenly, her entire body was pressed flush against hard muscle. And she became acutely aware that he wasn’t wearing much.

Almost instantly, something firm nudged against her lower stomach.

They were standing far too close for her to look down. But she didn’t need to.

She knew exactly what it was.

Almost instinctively, her hands came to rest around the back of his neck as she looked up into his eyes.

"So..." She swallowed. "You’re saying all three of you want...?"

The sentence never left her lips.

The entire situation felt like something straight out of one of the spicy romance novels she’d once loved curling up with on lazy weekends.

And despite everything that had happened since arriving in this world — even after witnessing what had taken place at the palace in Rotwald — it had somehow never truly occurred to her that she might one day find herself in exactly this kind of scene.

Kaelith slowly ran his tongue across his lips.

"That would be the idea."

His voice had turned rough, almost gravelly, yet his crimson eyes never left hers.

Only then did Mirabelle realize something.

For all the confidence her three mates projected... They were nervous too.

A quiet laugh escaped her.

Feeling a small surge of confidence herself, she rose onto her tiptoes and brushed a kiss against Kaelith’s chin before letting her lips trail to the spot where his jaw met his neck.

She gave the sensitive skin there the gentlest teasing nibble.

A sharp shudder rippled through the hyena Beastman. The fur along his tail puffed up in an instant. Almost immediately, he lifted his hands from her waist, afraid his claws might slip free.

The sensations racing through him at the light scrape of Mirabelle’s teeth were far too intense for him to trust his own control.

Silas shamelessly took advantage of Kaelith’s momentary loss of control.

Stepping in behind Mirabelle, he slipped an arm around her upper body, just above her chest, and gently drew her back against him.

A moment later, her backside met something unmistakably hard.

A flicker of anticipation crossed the panther Beastman’s eyes as he slowly lowered his head.

Then, taking over, he returned Mirabelle’s earlier tease.

His lips found the side of her neck.

Slowly... he kissed his way up and down the sensitive skin while the tips of his fangs barely grazed her throat.

The featherlight contact alone was enough.

Mirabelle’s toes curled inside her shoes. Her tail instinctively wrapped around one of her legs. The fingers that still rested around Kaelith’s neck loosened involuntarily before trembling ever so slightly.

The tingling warmth pooling low in her stomach intensified, leaving her struggling to think of anything except the overwhelming sensations surrounding her.

"It does seem a little unfair," Lucien murmured, gathering the hem of her dress in his hands. "You get to see all of us... while we still have no idea what’s hiding underneath all these layers."

Kaelith and Silas both stepped back without complaint, giving the fox Beastman enough room to help her out of the dress. Mirabelle let him.

Not without firing back first.

"I wouldn’t go around saying I get to see everything."

Silas’s low chuckle brushed against her ear.

"So..." His voice was warm with amusement.

"Would you like to see everything from us instead?"

The tiny sound that escaped Mirabelle barely qualified as a laugh. Fortunately, her own dress briefly fell over her face, hiding the blush spreading across her cheeks.

"I think..." She cleared her throat.

"...that can wait a little longer."

A moment later, Lucien lifted the dress over her head.

Now she stood before her three mates wearing nothing but a pair of panties.

Goosebumps swept across her skin once again.

She could feel their eyes on her. Feel their gazes wandering slowly over her body, lingering here and there in silent appreciation before moving on.

On her breasts, her stomach, her hips, and finally between her legs, where dampness had already begun to soak into the fabric.

She only blushed harder, her cheeks burning.

"I... I don’t really know how this is supposed to work," she admitted, suddenly feeling like a girl about to experience her first time.

Lucien reached for her hand, their fingers intertwining.

"Neither do we," he said softly. "Let’s figure it out together."

With that, he led her over to the bed, where she simply sat down The fox moved behind her and gently began to massage her shoulders.

"How about you relax first?" he murmured as his thumbs pressed into the tight knots at the base of her neck. Under the slow, circular motions of his hands, the tense muscles gradually began to loosen.

A soft moan,a mixture of pain and relief, escaped her lips.

She hadn’t realized just how tense she’d been all day.

"Oh," Kaelith murmured. "Looks like you need to relax first."

Mirabelle blinked.

So focused had she been on Lucien’s hands gently working the tension from her shoulders that she hadn’t even noticed Kaelith kneeling between her legs, which still dangled over the edge of the bed.

His hands settled lightly on her thighs. His thumbs traced the edge of her panties. Then his fingers hooked beneath the waistband.

Before Mirabelle could even blink, he had slid them down her legs.

The cool air brushed against her skin.

At the very same moment, even she caught the unmistakable scent of her own arousal.

Then the hyena Beastman’s lips descended to her center, his tongue gently circling her pearl.