Seven Sins System Chapter 671. Let Us Play

Seven Sins System Chapter 671. Let Us Play

Claire’s hands moved around me now—one on my chest, the other sliding down my side, deliberate and slow. She pressed her body close from behind, the soft press of her breasts against my back a reminder that she was there.

She whispered against my ear again. “Let us play.”

It wasn’t even what they were doing.

It was the way they moved together.

Rachel kept my mouth occupied—kissing, nipping, biting softly at my bottom lip. Her hips shifted against mine, a slow grind that made me groan into her kiss.

Evie licked a line across my hipbone, just enough to make my whole body flinch.

Claire held me steady, anchoring me with her presence.

It was choreographed chaos. Three different approaches—sweet, wild, and cool—circling around me like I was the center of some delicious ritual.

Rachel pulled back slightly, panting against my lips. “You’re so tense…”

“I’m surrounded.”

She kissed my throat. “That’s the idea.”

Evie’s hands moved lower, teasing without touching. “Can we make him beg?” she mused aloud.

Claire, behind me, laughed softly. “I doubt it. But we can make him want to.”

The teasing turned sharper. More focused.

Rachel rocked her hips again, her body slick against mine. Her hand trailed down my chest and grabbed one of mine, guiding it up to cup her breast.

“Touch me,” she whispered, like it was a secret.

I obeyed.

Evie’s lips found the inside of my thigh. Her breath sent lightning through me, and her hand finally slid between my legs—just her knuckles brushing the base, like she wasn’t quite ready to give me what I wanted yet.

Claire kissed the back of my neck, lips soft, but her hand tightened at my waist. “Let go,” she whispered. “We’ve got you.”

I did.

Or I tried to.

Rachel took my mouth again.

Evie’s lips followed her hand lower.

Claire… Claire kissed my shoulder. My spine.

I gasped when I felt Evie finally take me in her hand—confident, warm, slow strokes that drove me halfway insane with how careful she was being.

Rachel moaned against my mouth. “We’re gonna break you…”

I smiled, dazed. “I’ve fought goddesses. I can handle this.”

Claire’s nails dragged down my back. “Then stop whimpering.”

Evie giggled. “He’s twitching.”

“You’re evil,” I muttered through gritted teeth.

“You like evil,” Rachel breathed, licking the edge of my jaw. “You’re made for it.”

They worked in sync.

Rachel kissed me, her hips grinding slowly, her body against mine like silk over fire.

Evie stroked me, hot and unrelenting now, her mouth so close it made every nerve scream.

Claire whispered things into my ear that weren’t fair—soft, commanding phrases like “that’s it, daddy” and “look how nice you are when you let go.”

They didn’t need to do more.

Because this?

This was already everything.

It wasn’t even about getting there.

It was about the feel of them.

About letting go.

Rachel shuddered above me, her rhythm faltering, and I grabbed her hips tighter, grounding myself in her. Claire bit my earlobe, and Evie finally licked my cock in one slow, brutal motion that made my back arch and my breath catch.

“F—uck.”

Evie laughed against me. “That’s what we wanna hear.”

I nearly lost it then.

But Claire’s voice pulled me back.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “Not until we’re all burning.”

And help me, I held on.

Because for once… I wasn’t alone in the fire.

They were there.

Fanning it. Feeding it. Loving it.

And for once?

I wanted to burn.

And they let me.

No—they made me.

There was no countdown. No careful coordination. No one said “my turn” or “wait.” It was instinctual. Wild. Like the three of them had already agreed in secret how they’d devour me—body, mind, and whatever part of my soul I hadn’t already sold to the infernal bank.

Rachel moved first. Of course she did.

She straddled me again, but now there was no fabric left between us. Just skin. Heat. And need. Her eyes locked on mine as she sank down slow, her breath catching, her thighs trembling slightly at the contact.

I gripped her hips out of reflex. She was tight. Warm. Alive in the way only someone who laughed mid-battle and kissed between sentences could be.

Her hands pressed to my chest. Her fingers curled. And when she started to move—slow, grinding circles at first—her head tilted back like she was worshipping the ceiling stars above us.

She rode me like I was hers. Because I was.

Every time she moved, I could see the tremble in her jaw. Feel her breath shiver out against my throat. She kissed me again—hard, fast, desperate—like she didn’t want to lose the rhythm building between us.

Evie didn’t wait.

She pressed in from behind Rachel, her hands curling around my shoulder, her lips grazing along my collarbone like she was claiming the untouched parts. Her tails slid along my thigh again, curling around it like a warm question mark.

“You’re letting her use you,” she whispered, breath hot against my ear. “So obedient.”

I laughed—guttural and low. “You’re next.”

“Oh,” she purred, “I know.”

Claire didn’t touch me right away.

She just watched.

Sitting off to the side on the bed, legs folded under her, lips parted just slightly, breathing slow. Her eyes followed Rachel’s every movement. Her hand slid between her own legs at one point, almost absent-minded, as if she wasn’t even trying to seduce—just feel what was happening in the room.

And somehow, that was hotter than everything else.

Rachel’s pace picked up, hips slamming down with a rhythm now, her breath coming out in little gasps every time she bottomed out.

“F-fuck,” she breathed. “I feel… full.”

I grunted in response, meeting her every move with a thrust of my own, enough to make her cry out. Her hands clawed at my shoulders, nails digging in as her forehead dropped to mine.

“I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” I growled. “Let go.”