Seven Sins System Chapter 747. Out of Control

Seven Sins System Chapter 747. Out of Control

Another tentacle rubbed against her ass, just for a moment, before pressing inside. She cried out, and her hips bucked, eager and ready.

"You like it there?"

She nodded, panting. "Yes."

"I'll f*ck you everywhere."

And I did.

My tentacle plunged inside her ass, thick and unforgiving. She moaned, loud and desperate, and her back arched.

"More. Harder."

I gave her what she wanted. My tentacle plunged deeper, stretching her open, and her hips bucked, pushing back against me.

"More."

I didn't give her more. I gave her everything.

Another tentacle pushed inside her, filling her up, stretching her almost to the limit. Her voice was a broken sob, but she didn't resist. Instead, she ground her hips back, meeting each thrust with a desperate, aching need.

"Please. Don't stop."

"I won't. I promise."

Her body twisted, and her voice grew louder, higher. "More. Please. More." She was clearly in ecstasy.

I gave her what she needed.

My tentacle pushed deeper, filling her up, stretching her beyond what she thought she could handle. She moaned, loud and needy, and her body arched, her hips bucking back against me.

She was on the edge.

I felt her pulse around me, hot and tight, and her breath was a desperate, shuddering moan. Both Lily and Ivy were in the same condition. Both holes were filled with my tentacles. And my other tentacles played with their breasts.

Their voice rose, breaking, shattering, desperate and raw.

Their bodies tightened, and their voices rose in a cry, breaking, shattering.

Then they came, hard and fast, and their body tightened, arching, shuddering.

“Ahn~”

I didn't stop. I couldn't.

My tentacles slammed into theirs, again, again, again.

But neither cared. They spread their legs wider, letting me have more access to their asses and their dripping, stretched pussies. They laughed, gasped, whined through clenched teeth, but they didn’t resist. They let me take them completely. Owned. Used. Worshipped through lust.

And they wanted more.

I growled low, a sound that rumbled from deep in my chest, vibrating through the room like a warning or a promise. My tentacles kept thrusting, slick and brutal, fucking them hard, pounding into every sensitive spot I knew existed. Their cries were ragged now, breathless, pleasure drunk.

I leaned forward and grabbed their hair.

Fistfuls. Tight.

Both of them.

They gasped in unison as I yanked their heads up, their moans curling into needy whimpers. Their eyes fluttered open, hazy and wet with lust, dazed from the relentless rhythm of my tentacles.

But this?

This next part?

This was for me.

I let my real cock drop, thick, hard, flushed dark with need. I watched their eyes widen, their bodies twitch like they’d been waiting for this moment the whole time. And maybe they had.

“Now lick it,” I growled, voice like cracked obsidian laced with fire. “Suck it. Make me cum.”

They didn’t hesitate.

Lily’s tongue came out first, tracing along the underside like a starving girl licking honey off a blade. Ivy followed, kissing the tip, her breath hot against me. Then both of them… mouths open. Lips hungry. Eyes locked on me like I was a god in heat and they were offering up their worship.

My tentacles didn’t stop.

They kept fucking them from behind, deep, relentless, spreading them wide, while their mouths worked in tandem at the front. Suck. Lick. Moan. Repeat.

I groaned.

Not because I was close.

Not yet.

But because seeing them… two women, ruined and obedient and messy with arousal, serve me like that?

That did something to me.

Lily moaned with her mouth full, her voice vibrating along my shaft.

Ivy pulled back just long enough to gasp, “Please... cum for us, my lord…”

I snarled.

Not yet.

But soon.

Their tongues moved faster, their lips tighter. Wet heat and desperation. My tentacles slammed harder into them, synchronized with the way they bobbed their heads. Their throats opened. I could feel the tremble in their legs, the pulse in their cores, still clenching around my tendrils as if they couldn’t decide whether to come again or black out from pleasure.

They didn’t care either way.

They just wanted more.

And I was going to give it to them.

I let their mouths stay open as I pushed forward, slow at first, forcing them to taste all of me, to savor the weight of my cock pressing past their lips. Lily gagged just a little, but didn’t pull back. She moaned instead, like she liked it. Ivy cupped my balls with one hand, delicate, reverent, while her other hand gripped Lily’s hair, steadying her.

They worked in tandem now.

Licking. Kissing. Swapping places. Taking me down, inch by inch, like it was sacred.

And behind them?

My tentacles were still pounding them.

Hard.

Fast.

Loud.

The wet slap of their bodies against my tendrils echoed in the room, raw and messy, their juices dripping down their thighs and puddling on the sheets below. Every thrust made them tremble. Every cry from their throats vibrated down my shaft.

I tilted Lily’s chin up with one hand, forcing her to look at me while Ivy swallowed me whole.

“Say it,” I ordered.

She shivered. “I belong to you.”

“And?”

“I want to be filled. Again. Please.”

I smirked, then looked down at Ivy.

“You too?”

She nodded, cock still in her mouth, eyes wide and glassy with need. I felt her tongue swirl along the underside, slow and sensual… an answer in itself.

My control snapped.

I gripped the back of their heads with both hands and took over the rhythm, thrusting into their mouths in turn just like I did their other holes. Their moans grew louder. Muffled. But welcoming. They drooled. Choked a little. But didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

And then I felt it.

That pressure. That deep ache tightening in my core.

The telltale edge.

I threw my head back and groaned, loud and primal, my wings flaring open behind me in sheer instinct. My tentacles slammed deeper one last time, burying themselves inside their clenching, twitching bodies.

And then I came.

Hard.

My cock pulsed in their mouths as I spilled down their faces, thick ropes filling them both while they sucked greedily, hungrily. My tentacles released in perfect sync, filling their pussies and asses again, wave after wave, until their bellies bloated with seed.

They didn’t resist.

They moaned through it.

Welcomed it.