Seven Sins System Chapter 764. Make Me Hard

Seven Sins System Chapter 764. Make Me Hard

She was watching. Her succubus eyes, deep, glowing with barely suppressed hunger, were locked on mine, waiting for permission. Waiting for the mask to fall all the way.

I gave it to her.

No words. Just a look.

And she let out a sound, something between a growl and a purr, and stood up straight. She reached for the hem of her blouse, dragging it over her head in one slow, smooth motion that left her hair tumbling down her back like blood-stained silk. Her skin shimmered faintly, her succubus marks, flaring to life.

“I see you’re hungry,” I said.

She didn’t deny it.

“We are,” Red answered, her voice low and rough with heat. Her eyes glowed brighter now, those infernal sigils burning like candlelight under her skin.

I looked her over, then let my gaze drop to Penelope and Katrina still working me open.

“Fine,” I said quietly. “Then serve me.”

I stepped away from them all, slow, deliberate. My shirt was undone, hanging open now, and I didn’t bother fixing it. I shrugged it off, the fabric sliding down my arms like a curtain falling, revealing all of me inch by inch.

I walked to the chair.

The principal’s chair.

It was heavy, black leather, too big for a mortal man, too perfectly angled to be coincidence. Built for a king. Or something worse.

I sat.

The leather was cold at first, grounding. The room still buzzed, thick with lust and reverence and heat. I spread my legs slowly, elbows resting on the arms of the chair like a throne, my cock still soft between my thighs, but not for long.

I looked down at them. All three. Watching me now like wolves waiting for a command.

“But,” I murmured, dragging the word out like a blade across stone, “I need you to make me hard first.”

That’s all it took.

Penelope moved like she’d been summoned, slipping around the side of the desk. She crawled toward me on her hands and knees, her movements sinuous and precise, like every inch of her body was trained to seduce. Her eyes never left mine. Not once. Not even as her hands reached for my thighs, spreading them a little more, breath ghosting against my skin.

Katrina followed, slower, but not hesitating. Her fangs peeked out when she smiled, but she didn’t lunge. She waited until she was beside Penelope, pressing her cool cheek to my thigh before licking a slow, wet line up toward my hip.

Red?

She walked.

Didn’t crawl. Didn’t rush. She strode forward like a queen claiming her territory. Her pants were gone now, tossed aside with her top. Only a thin lace set remained, more for show than function. The succubus runes flared brighter as she moved, matching her heartbeat. Matching mine.

She reached me last.

Stood just in front of me, the tips of her fingers gliding across my cheek, down my neck, and lower still, until she gripped the arm of the chair and leaned in, her lips barely brushing my ear.

“I missed this,” she whispered. “You. Like this.”

“I’m still here,” I said.

“But you buried him. Hid him under white coats and soft smiles.”

I smiled, slow and dark.

“Then bring him out,” I said.

Red’s eyes gleamed with hunger.

Penelope’s lips were already moving down, wet and slow, placing kisses across my abdomen, her hands curling around the base of my cock, stroking gently as it began to swell under their combined heat.

Katrina pressed her lips to my inner thigh, suckling lightly, dragging her nails up the outside of my leg with just enough pressure to remind me that she had claws and she knew how to use them.

Red watched them for a moment, then dropped to her knees between them, her place. The one she always took when she wanted to worship. Her hands replaced Penelope’s, stroking me with practiced confidence, firm and smooth. The moment I hardened more in her grip, she smirked.

“Good boy,” she whispered.

I grabbed her chin with one hand.

Hard.

“Don’t test me,” I said.

She moaned. Actually moaned.

“Yes, my lord.”

I loosened my grip and let her mouth replace her hand, watching as she took the head between her lips, tongue circling slowly. Not deep yet. Just enough to tease. Just enough to coat me in heat and wetness.

Penelope kissed along my abdomen, her hands running over my chest, while Katrina moved higher, her fingers gently tweaking my nipples as she licked and bit at the side of my neck.

The room was hellfire now.

I ran a hand through Red’s hair, holding her down for a moment as she took more of me, deeper now. Her throat flexed, but she didn’t gag. She never did. She adjusted, moaned, and pushed herself farther, her nails digging into my thighs as she devoured.

“Just like that,” I said.

Penelope’s lips found mine, and I kissed her without pulling away from the rhythm Red had set. She tasted like blood and strawberries, sweet and sharp. Her tongue was cool. Her breath cold. A vampire’s kiss, precise and possessive.

Katrina was already behind me, hands working my shoulders, lips on the back of my neck, whispering things in a tongue older than this world. Spells. Prayers. Or maybe just promises.

My cock throbbed, hard and full now, and Red let it slip from her lips with a pop, her mouth red and shining. She looked up at me with that wicked, perfect smirk.

“I think you’re ready.”

I tilted my head.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Red climbed up, straddling my lap, pressing her soaked lace against me but not dropping yet. She let me feel the heat, the wet, the want. Her nails dragged over my chest. Her eyes glowed brighter. Her runes pulsed.

Penelope kissed my jaw again and whispered, “You want us all?”

“You think I’d settle for one?”

Katrina chuckled, her fangs flashing against my ear.

“You’re insatiable.”

Red let out a shaky breath.

Then slowly… finally… she sank down, letting me fill her inch by inch.