Seven Sins System Chapter 625. Tease And Ruin

Seven Sins System Chapter 625. Tease And Ruin

She gasped. “I—I can’t—”

“You can,” I growled. “You just don’t want to.”

My fingers slipped between her legs, replacing the teasing tentacle with something more personal. The tips traced her folds, slow and featherlight, avoiding her clit entirely. She twitched and cried out, hips bucking uselessly in midair.

“So eager,” I murmured, dragging one finger through her slick heat. “So wet. All this for me?”

“Yes,” she breathed, desperate. “Only you.”

I chuckled darkly. “Now you remember how to behave.”

I slid one finger inside her—slow. Deliberate. Letting her feel every second of it. She moaned, arching back against me, her blindfolded face turned up like she was begging for more.

“Tighter than I expected,” I murmured. “Didn’t think a slut like you could still feel like this.”

She groaned. “El…”

“Say it again.”

“El…”

Demon Gods, hearing my name like that—from her lips, in that breathless tone? It did something to me. Something primal. My cock twitched, hard as hell, but I ignored it. This wasn’t about me. Not yet.

I crooked my finger inside her, hitting that spot that made her cry out. Then I added another.

She gasped, body straining in the bindings. “Fuck—!”

I curled both fingers and stroked, slow and deep. Over. And over. And over.

Each time I hit that spot, she got louder. Desperate.

“El—please—”

I wrapped a tentacle around her chest, pinning her tighter. Another wrapped her wrists and pulled her arms above her head, even as she floated midair. Her body looked like a gift—suspended, trembling, soaked, and helpless.

“You’re not gonna come,” I whispered against her neck, right before I bit it lightly. “You’re going to take it. Every second. Until I decide you’ve earned more.”

She whimpered again, and I felt her try to clamp down on my fingers.

I pulled them out, slow. Watching the string of wetness cling to my skin like molten lust.

Then I brought the fingers to her lips. “Open.”

She obeyed, mouth parting. I slipped the fingers in, and she sucked them like she was starving.

“Good girl.”

Her whole body shivered. I felt it. The submission. The need. The unspoken plea—wreck me.

I leaned down and kissed her. Hard. Possessive. Tongue sliding past her lips to claim her mouth like I owned it. Her moans poured into me, raw and electric, and when I finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and pink.

“I’ve barely started with you.”

Another tentacle looped around her waist, spinning her in midair until her chest was to me again. Her legs were still spread, still bound, but now she could cling to me if she wanted.

And she did.

Her arms wrapped around my neck like she couldn’t survive the distance. She buried her face in my shoulder, moaning into my skin.

“El…” she breathed. “I need it…”

“You’ll take what I give you,” I said darkly, nipping her jaw. “And nothing more.”

She whined, desperate and clinging, but didn’t argue. That made me grin.

I let my fingers trail down her stomach again. This time slower. Meaner. I stopped just above her cunt, then diverted to her inner thigh. She shuddered.

“Beg for it,” I said, watching her twitch. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your fingers,” she panted. “Please. Inside me. I need it.”

“Louder.”

“Please, El! Fuck me with your fingers! Please!”

My chuckle rumbled through her chest. “That’s more like it.”

I gave her what she wanted—but not fast. Two fingers again, deep and curling, rubbing that exact spot that made her scream. Her cries echoed through the glitter-drenched room like a damn hymn.

But I didn’t stop there.

I pulled back. Flicked her clit. Watched her buck. Teased her folds. Slid back in. Over and over.

Pushing her higher. Closer. But not letting her tip.

“You’re going to remember this,” I whispered, dragging my tongue across her neck. “Every time you close your eyes. Every time some poor bastard tries to touch you, this is what you’ll think of.”

“El…” she gasped. “El—please let me—”

“Not yet.”

I bit her ear, and she jolted. “Not fucking yet.”

I added a third finger. Her whole body spasmed. She screamed again, wordless. Her nails dug into my back.

“Oh, I’m—I’m gonna—”

I pulled out instantly.

She cried out, a broken, pained moan. “Noooo…”

I grabbed her chin, forced her to look in my direction, even blindfolded.

“Did I say you could come?”

She shook her head, breath hiccuping. “N-No.”

I kissed her again—rough, biting, devouring. Then I pushed her back into the restraints. Let her float there, dripping and desperate.

“Your body is mine right now,” I said, dragging the tip of a tentacle along her soaked slit. “Mine to tease. Mine to ruin. Mine to withhold from.”

Her hips twitched. “Y-Yes.”

I leaned in, eyes blazing. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she sobbed. “Yours—please don’t stop—”

I didn’t. I kept going. Fingers again, this time slower. Drawing it out. Letting her writhe, choke on her own moans, ride the edge again.

Then I stopped. Again.

“Nooooo!”

“Poor thing,” I murmured. “This is what you wanted, remember?”

I traced her lips with a fingertip. “You begged for it.”

She nodded wildly, tears starting to gather beneath the blindfold. “I—I didn’t know it would feel like this…”

“You didn’t know what you were playing with,” I growled, nipping her shoulder. “You asked a wrath devil to touch you, Morgana. You’re not going to leave this room the same.”

She whimpered, clinging to my voice like it was all she had left. Her skin glistened with sweat. Her thighs trembled.

And she still wasn’t allowed to come.

Perfect.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, the tentacles holding her up. My mouth hovered an inch from her soaked pussy. She twitched violently.

“Please—”

“Shh.”

I licked her. Once. Long and slow. Just the tip of my tongue. She screamed like she’d been struck by lightning.