December 30, 2025

Seven Sins System Chapter 746. Sweet Torture

Lily’s mouth curved. “Good.”

“Why good?”

“Because if it scares you,” she whispered, “then it’s real.”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I kissed her. Hard. Deep. Not soft or romantic. Just enough to make her knees buckle slightly before I pulled back, breath shallow.

Ivy moaned beside me just from watching it. “You’re hot when you admit fear.”

I turned to her. “You’re hot when you shut up and kneel.”

She gasped. But she did it. Slowly. Grinning.

My tentacles moved without command now. One curled around her torso, lifting her slightly, just enough to make her laugh, breathy, delighted. Another wrapped Lily’s wrist, dragging her closer until her chest was against mine, her lips parted against my neck.

“You’re still ours, right?” Ivy asked, voice muffled against my abdomen, eyes gleaming up at me.

“Always.”

Lily kissed my jaw. “Then show us.”

I did. Not with full power. Not with violence or fury. But with dominance.

I pressed Lily back onto it, crawling over her while Ivy curled beside us, laughing softly as she pulled my clothes down over my shoulders.

“I missed this version of you,” Ivy said.

I licked Lily’s collarbone slowly, tracing her skin with my breath. “He never left.”

Her breath hitched, sharp and quiet, like she was trying not to give me the satisfaction. I felt it anyway. I always did. Lily’s pulse jumped under my mouth.

I straightened and reached for the clasp at my collar, fingers unhurried. Deliberate. One by one, I pulled myself free of layers that no longer mattered. Cloth slid down my shoulders, pooled at my feet. Ivy watched with that wicked little smile, eyes tracking every movement like she was memorizing it for later.

“Show-off,” she murmured.

“Control,” I corrected calmly.

My tentacles unfurled fully now. They didn’t rush. They explored. One brushed Ivy’s arm, barely there, drawing a soft sound from her throat. Another traced the curve of Lily’s waist, not grabbing, just claiming space.

I stepped closer to Ivy and caught her chin between my fingers. “Your turn.”

She didn’t argue. She never did when I spoke like that. Her dress slipped awaya. I let my gaze linger, appreciative but steady. Dominance wasn’t about hunger. It was about command.

Lily scoffed softly. “You’re enjoying this.”

I turned my head slightly. “Of course I am.”

A tentacle circled her wrist and gently tugged, guiding her closer until her back met the mattress. Not rough. Just firm enough to say stay. She obeyed, eyes bright, lips parted. Ivy climbed onto the bed too, kneeling with a grin that dared me to do worse.

My tentacles moved again, mapping them with patient confidence. Over shoulders. Along spines. Around thighs. Everywhere that made them shiver without me needing to rush a single thing. Every touch was intentional. Every pause a promise.

I leaned in between them, voice low. “You don’t need me to prove anything.”

Ivy laughed softly. “Then why does it feel like you’re doing exactly that?”

I smiled, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “Because I want you to remember.”

Then I kissed her... hard. My tongue met hers, and the sound she made vibrated against my teeth. I could taste her. Every bit of her. Sweetness and heat and hunger. She grabbed at my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, and the kiss only grew deeper, harder.

She pulled back first, gasping for air. I didn't stop. Instead, I turned to Lily and found her already there, lips parted, eyes hooded.

I didn’t say anything. Neither did she.

Then my tentacles moved rougher, nastier. They slithered on their skins.

Ivy gasped.

Lily's back arched slightly.

They didn't have a chance to catch their breath before I was already moving, climbing over them, taking.

They didn't resist. Not in the slightest.

The moment my weight settled on the mattress, they were on me. Hands. Mouths. Tongues. Teeth. Every inch of their skin was fire against mine, and I didn't stop until I had them both, panting, gasping.

"Mine," I whispered, voice raw. A smirk bloomed on my face.

My tentacles moved again. This time? They went to their sensitive spots. Their breasts... Their p*ssies... And yeah, I would give them a sweet-sweet torture.

Ivy was the first to moan. Her voice was music. She threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she arched her back. "My lord... Please."

My tentacle rubbed against her clit. Slow. Hard. Again. Again.

"Yes, my lord. F*ck!" She shuddered, her body twisting in pleasure.

She was mine.

"My turn," Lily growled, her voice low and dangerous. "Please."

I obliged. My tentacles were like a snake, slithering up her thigh, circling her breast, squeezing, rubbing, teasing. She arched her back, moaning loudly.

"Ohh, yes!" she cried.

But not yet... I wanted them to squirm more... So no, though I was hard and my cock had fully erected, but... I let myself play with them. I let my tentacles tease them. I let them taste their juices.

Each tip played with their nipples. While others played with their wet folds. And yeah, it frustrated them. That was what I wanted to see. Desperation... and pleas.

"Uh... " they whined. "Please...."

I smiled, my eyes blazing with hunger. "Not yet."

"Please! We'll do anything you want..."

"Anything?"

They nodded, their bodies arching for more.

"Beg."

Ivy did it first. Her voice was hoarse, desperate, needy. "Please, my lord. I need you inside me."

I leaned in and kissed her lips. She whimpered into my mouth, and her hips bucked against me, desperate for friction.

"You want it too, Lily," I said, voice low.

She nodded, her breath shallow. "Yes. Fill me up."

"Hmm... which one should I choose?"

"Both. Please," they begged.

"Alright. On your knees. Now."

They did as they were told.

My tentacles curled around their waists, lifting them off the bed and pulling them back. Lily was on her hands and knees, her ass pushed back and ready for me.

"My lord, please..."

I smirked. "Alright."

One tentacle curled up her inner thigh, and she moaned, loud and unrestrained. It teased her, slipping just past her entrance, barely a brush, before sliding back up. She whined.

"Please. I can't take it anymore."

"Yes, you can. You'll wait until I say so."

She gasped. "Please."