Seven Sins System Chapter 641. Eruption II

Seven Sins System Chapter 641. Eruption II

“Shit…” I hissed between gritted teeth. “We need to… move… change the place…"

But let’s be real — neither of us had the sanity left to make that happen now.

And Puriel? She didn’t answer. She didn’t even flinch.

She just moaned softly around me, as if my words were nothing but background noise.

Her tongue worked perfectly in sync with every motion, swirling and pressing at all the right spots like she had studied me her entire life. Her cheeks hollowed with every pull, and her breathing came through her nose, warm against my skin, sending shivers up my spine with each exhale.

I couldn’t hold it anymore.

My stomach tensed.

My core twisted, the heat coiling so tight I could barely breathe.

My legs trembled. My fingers dug into her hair.

“Puriel… I—”

And then it hit.

I came hard inside her mouth. My entire body stiffened, muscles locking up while a guttural groan tore out of my throat. My release poured into her in heavy, pulsing waves, and she… took all of it.

[+50 Lust Point]

Not a single flinch. Not a single pullback. She swallowed greedily, her throat moving with every thick pulse, like this was exactly what she wanted.

I barely had time to catch my breath.

Because before my mind could even process the orgasm still rocking my body, she pushed me. Hard.

I stumbled backward, landing flat on my back against the scorching ground. The jagged volcanic stone bit into my skin, and I heard the faint hissing sound of my half-melted shirt burning further beneath me.

The heat of the volcano rose around us like a living thing, but the heat between us? It was far worse. Far more dangerous.

Before I could even lift my head, Puriel straddled me.

Her eyes.

Glowing faintly, pupils wide, face flushed in a mix of divine light and something far, far darker. Her breathing was uneven, desperate, but there was no hesitation in her movements anymore. She looked like a woman possessed—by me, by us, by this scent that refused to release its grip.

Her fingers found my shaft again—still throbbing, still painfully hard—and she guided me back inside her with one smooth motion.

I gasped sharply, head falling back as she slid down, taking me in fully.

Her warmth wrapped around me, squeezing so tight it was almost unbearable. And yet—perfection. Divine silk and fire, melding around my length like we were made for this exact moment.

She started moving.

Slowly at first. Teasing. Grinding her hips in smooth, slow circles, making sure I felt every inch of her clench and pulse around me.

My hands instinctively went to her waist, gripping her hips like an anchor in this insane, melting world.

“P-Puriel…” I panted, barely able to form words. “The necklace… we… we need to—”

I reached for it.

For that cursed, glowing little charm bouncing against her chest with every roll of her hips.

But she slapped my hand away.

Firm. Absolute. Her voice shook but her words were clear.

“No…”

Her eyes locked onto mine as her hands covered the necklace, protecting it like something sacred.

“You gave me this,” she whispered breathlessly. “This necklace… it’s always been part of my life. You’re part of my life now. I don’t want to lose it again.”

Her words hit harder than any spell, any divine law.

I froze, chest heaving. My mind tried to fight the logic—tried to scream that this was dangerous. That we were teetering at the edge of something bigger than us.

But my core?

It was already lost.

I gritted my teeth as she started moving faster, bouncing on me, each motion driving me deeper inside her. The sounds of her wetness echoed in the heavy air, mixing with the low rumble of the volcano around us.

The heat. The scent. The bond.

It all fused into one overwhelming pulse that neither of us could escape.

Her hands pressed against my chest, her nails digging in slightly as she rocked her hips harder, chasing her own high while pulling me along with her.

“You’re… dangerous,” I gasped.

Her lips curved into a trembling smile. “You made me like this…” she whispered, almost tearfully. “You broke me… and I don’t care.”

Her confession stabbed me right in the gut—but in the most twisted, beautiful way.

I wanted to stop.

But I didn’t.

Because deep down… I didn’t want to.

Her pace grew wilder. Faster. The way she moaned my name with each thrust sent another wave of heat through my blood. Her hair clung to her face, drenched in sweat. The divine glow around her was flickering, unstable, mixing with the corrupted energy radiating from the necklace.

The realms trembled.

I could feel it—thin fractures of reality pulsing under us. The same unstable pressure I felt in the cave.

The same danger.

I was losing control again.

And I could tell—so was she.

“Puriel… we can’t—” I tried one last time, my voice breaking.

But she cut me off, her voice shivering, desperate.

“Then finish inside me…” she whispered. “If we’re going to fall… I want to fall with you.”

Gods.

Fate.

Sanity.

Everything inside me collapsed.

My grip on her tightened, my hips thrusting up to meet her wild movements. She cried out with each impact, her whole body trembling as we both chased that inevitable edge.

The world blurred.

The heat from the volcano matched the burning in my core.

The scent invaded everything.

Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every desperate moan.

And then—

We fell.

Together.

I spilled inside her again, my whole body convulsing, my mind blanking out as she reached her climax too, her body locking up, muscles clenching me like she never wanted to let go.

[+200 Lust points]

The world around us pulsed violently—light cracking through the sky like lightning bolts as if even reality had to scream along with us.

The moment hung, suspended.

Breathless.

Broken.

Perfect.

And when the tremor finally settled…

We were both panting.

Still locked together.

Still trembling.

The necklace still glowed.

Dimmer now.

But still there.

Still watching.