Seven Sins System Chapter 640. Eruption I
Seven Sins System Chapter 640. Eruption I
I turned toward her, my own chest heaving. The tightness in my pants was beyond uncomfortable now—it was borderline criminal. My erection wasn’t just protesting anymore—it was filing complaints like a full-blown Karen in a department store demanding to see the manager of my self-control.
And honestly?
I couldn’t blame it.
Because I really, really wanted to pull her in and just fuck her right here.
Right here. On the very edge of a goddamn volcano. In a place where one wrong thrust might literally cause an eruption.
But… the more I tried to control myself, the more my body betrayed me. My core was burning hotter than the lava behind us, humming with unstable energy and raw, unfiltered need.
And yeah. My 'other volcano' was one breath away from erupting too.
"Explain," I rasped, trying to breathe, to focus on anything but the image of her lips wrapped around me—which my mind was very helpfully playing on repeat.
She swallowed hard, her voice cracking, “Goddess of Love… she touched my necklace earlier.”
“What?” My eyes narrowed despite the fog inside my head.
“I mean… she borrowed it. But it never left my sight. She only looked at it for a while, ran her fingers over it… and then…” her breath trembled again, “…she said you crafted this with your whole heart.”
I blinked. My brain hiccupped. “I don’t have a heart. I have a core.”
“I told her that,” she panted, face flushed, body shaking in front of me like her own willpower was being ripped apart thread by thread. “But she said—you still poured yourself into it.”
Her words hit me like a truck—and not in a good way. More like that slow, creeping realization kind of way.
So that was it.
The Goddess of Love didn’t just borrow it.
She infused it. Or unlocked something. Or cursed-blessed it.
Probably all of the above because that’s how gods roll.
She turned my simple gift into a divine-conduit-of-mutual-horny-torment.
And my gift was now amplifying everything between us—desire, connection, bond—all at once.
“Puriel—” I tried to warn her, but her resolve crumbled before my eyes.
She surged forward, closing the distance between us, crashing her lips against mine. Her hands desperately gripped my shirt, pulling me closer, tighter, as if she wanted to fuse into me entirely.
My back slammed against the jagged volcanic wall, heat biting into my skin.
But I barely noticed.
Because her hand slipped lower.
Lower.
Her fingertips traced along the line of my waistband, then slid inside without hesitation.
My breath hitched.
Oh fuck.
The moment her fingers wrapped around me, my knees damn near buckled.
I groaned into her mouth, one hand shooting up to brace myself against the wall behind me, the other instinctively threading into her hair as her hand slowly stroked me from base to tip.
Her lips broke away from mine, leaving a thin line of spit connecting us as she whispered, breathless, “You don’t look like you’re resisting anymore…”
“I… am…” I panted, though even I didn’t sound convinced.
She giggled—a quiet, dangerous little sound that echoed with far too much satisfaction—and kissed me again. Hungrier. Sloppier. She wasn’t the shy, reserved Puriel I knew. This was different. Wilder. Like the scent had unlocked the deepest, most forbidden part of her. Again.
And I was falling straight into it.
Her hand pumped my length slowly, teasingly, while her tongue tangled with mine, stealing every breath I tried to take.
I pulled back barely an inch, gasping. “Puriel… the necklace—”
“Shh…” she cooed softly, her voice laced with divine silk and sin all at once. “Don’t ruin the moment.”
Her knees bent.
She knelt.
Right there.
At the edge of an active volcano.
While my brain screamed and my body begged.
“P-Puriel—” I choked out.
She slipped my pants down, which honestly weren’t pants anymore—half-melted fabric barely hanging on my hips from the volcanic heat.
And then—
Warmth.
Divine warmth.
Her lips wrapped around me, and the world practically vanished.
My head leaned back against the volcanic wall as my mouth hung open, releasing a low, guttural moan I couldn’t even stop if I tried.
My hand instinctively settled on her head, fingers curling into her silken hair.
“Dammit… I can’t… think straight…” I groaned.
Her tongue moved expertly, swirling around my shaft while her hand stroked what her lips couldn’t reach. The wet sounds filled the air, mixing with the distant bubbling of lava beneath us. The heat of the volcano was nothing compared to the fire she was setting off in me.
I tried—really, I tried—to pull back, to stop, to at least pretend to resist.
“The necklace…” I panted. “Puriel… throw the necklace. Or we’re going to—ah—do it here.”
Her response?
She took me deeper.
My body twitched as electric shocks of pleasure shot up my spine. My breath came in broken gasps, the back of my head pressing hard into the rock as my hips bucked against her lips.
A part of me screamed that this was dangerous.
Another part whispered… maybe once is fine…
Just once won’t break the world, right?
Maybe it’ll survive.
Maybe reality’s stronger than we think.
But deep inside—I knew better.
The bond was unstable.
The realms were watching.
And every second we kept going… we were playing with fire.
Literally and metaphorically.
But her mouth… gods, her mouth…
Was making a very, very convincing argument to just say ‘fuck it.’
And right now?
I wasn’t sure who was winning.
‘We need to stop,’ I thought.
My head screamed it over and over again like some desperate alarm trying to cut through the fog. But my body?
Yeah... my body had other plans.
Because the moment Puriel’s lips kept working around me—wet, warm, divine—my hips started to move on their own. Back and forth. Slow thrusts at first, then deeper, hungrier, like my instincts had fully hijacked the steering wheel.