Seven Sins System Chapter 626. Overwhelming

Seven Sins System Chapter 626. Overwhelming

I did it again. Again. Letting her drown in it. My mouth on her while my fingers pressed inside her again.

“Holy f*ck.”

I didn’t stop. But I didn’t let her tip either. Every time I felt her clench, every time her breath hitched in that telltale way—I stopped. Pulled back. Waited.

She sobbed in frustration, legs shaking violently.

“Please I’ll do anything—”

“Oh, I know you will,” I murmured, breath hot against her clit. “You get nothing until I say.”

Her hips twitched. She was so close. Again.

I kissed her inner thigh, let my fingers go still inside her. Just deep enough to make her squirm.

“You’ll scream my name before I even let you beg again,” I said, low and wicked. “That’s your punishment. And your reward.”

She trembled, broken, beautiful, and dripping in my grasp.

And I wasn’t even close to done.

Her breath hitched, shallow and ragged, her body stretched open and suspended by my tentacles and Telekinesis. Sweat glistened across her chest and down her trembling thighs. Her lips, parted in wordless desperation, moved like they wanted to plead—but remembered my warning.

Good girl.

My fingers curled inside her again, slow, deliberate, relentless. I pressed up—just enough to brush that swollen knot inside her. Her whole body jolted. Her head threw back with a cry that caught in her throat.

Then I did it again.

And again.

A steady rhythm, cruel and addicting, poking her G-spot like it owed me something.

She squirmed in the bindings, blindfolded, helpless, flushed red all the way down her neck. Her back arched and her legs jerked every time I hit that spot.

It was almost cute—how much she struggled just to stay still.

“Yeah,” I murmured near her ear. “I found it. And I’m not letting go.”

Her lips moved. No sound. Just a shaky exhale.

One of my tentacles slithered back from her chest, dissolving into nothing. In its place, the fingers buried inside her began to shift—slowly stretching, elongating, taking a new form. She tensed. Her breath froze.

And then she screamed.

The new shape inside her hit deeper. Wider. Hotter. Still precise, still controlled—but now thicker, firmer, and pulsing with energy that no mortal fingers could fake.

She jerked violently. Her hips rolled, begging for friction. Her voice cracked in the back of her throat.

“El—oh—El—!”

I didn’t say anything. I just smirked. And pushed deeper.

The pressure was overwhelming. Her slick walls clenched around the intruding shape, sucking it in, desperate for more, but too tight to take it properly. So I eased it back. Then in again. Harder. Right on that spot.

Every time I thrust, she sobbed. Twitched. Her legs shook like she was ready to break apart from nothing but sensation.

“You wanted this,” I said, voice calm, cruel. “You begged for this.”

“Y-yes,” she cried out. “Please—”

I kissed her jaw. “No begging yet. Not until I say.”

She bit her lip, swallowing the scream I knew was sitting on the edge of her tongue. Brave.

But foolish.

I wasn’t done torturing her just yet.

‘Lust…’

I let the other tentacles shift—subtle at first. Their sleek, sinuous shapes lengthened and thickened slightly, forming into cock’s shape.

The one at her chest slid between her breasts, slowly grinding against her flushed skin. The tip curled and dragged down her sternum. She gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to press herself into it—her nipples stiff and aching with need.

I let the tip roll over her again. She moaned softly, unable to stay still. Her thighs twitched, her hips trying to rock against me.

One of the tentacles moved to her lips—teasing, brushing over the corner of her mouth.

She hesitated. Then opened her mouth.

That was the moment I lost it.

I laughed—dark and low. The kind of laugh that curled inside mortal’s stomach and dragged the soul down with it. “You’re such a fucking mess,” I murmured, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked. “You love this. Don’t you?”

She whimpered around it, nodding.

The other tentacles didn’t wait. One traced the underside of her thighs, the backs of her knees, brushing featherlight against her most sensitive nerves. Another grazed her stomach, curling up the side of her ribs and teasing the edge of her nipple just as the one between her breasts pressed firmer, like a slow thrust between soft, yielding pillows.

She was surrounded. Pinned. Taken from every angle—without even being “fucked” yet.

That was the point.

I didn’t want to wreck her.

I wanted her begging to be wrecked.

Her hips were twitching uncontrollably now, chasing the rhythm I denied. Her moans were stifled around the tentacle in her mouth, muffled, desperate. The one inside her pulsed, swelling slightly just as I pressed hard against her G-spot again.

She broke.

The sound she made was primal. A sob. A scream. A prayer.

Her legs kicked weakly. Her nails clawed at the air. She tried to grab me—cling to my shoulders, my chest, anything.

I didn’t let her.

The tentacle around her wrists yanked them back above her head, suspending her again. Her body arched, dripping, trembling. My tongue brushed her ear.

“You’re not cumming yet,” I whispered.

She shook her head, but her hips were betraying her. She couldn’t stop moving. Couldn’t stop clenching. Her entire body was trying to force an orgasm without permission.

“I said,” I growled, “not. Yet.”

She sobbed—truly sobbed—and I felt the whole her surrender right then. Not just arousal. Not just the hunger of a succubus. This was complete collapse.

Everything. Given. To me.

That’s when I kissed her again.

Rough. Devouring. My hand tangled in her hair as I claimed her mouth.

She kissed back like she’d drown if she didn’t.

Like my mouth was the only thing keeping her grounded in a room made of sin.

“You wanted a game,” I breathed between kisses. “But this is war. And I don’t lose.”

She nodded, dazed. Her voice, broken and soaked in desperation, croaked, “Please…”

I tilted my head. “Please what?”

“Please keep going.”

I laughed again. That dark, cruel laugh that made her whole body shudder. “Oh, baby. I never planned to stop.”

Then I resumed, putting one of my tentacles inside her mouth again.

Slow, deep thrusts with the shape inside her—always hitting her G-spot, never letting her come. The other shapes teased her skin, mouth, chest, neck. Overwhelming. Constant.