Seven Sins System Chapter 768. Their Lord
Seven Sins System Chapter 768. Their Lord
Penelope moved first, her crawl was graceful, eyes locked onto mine, her hips swaying subtly like even on her knees she was still trying to seduce the world. But her mouth said obedience. Her breath came quicker as she got closer, hands brushing the floor with every stride like she didn’t care how polished the surface was. She just wanted to reach me.
Katrina followed, slower but more deliberate. Her nails tapped faintly against the floor with every motion, her back arched, her chin lifted slightly. There was pride in the way she moved, but not defiance. No. She wanted me to see that even when she crawled, she chose it. She offered herself. She wasn't falling. She was kneeling in worship.
Red was last.
She didn’t rush.
She didn’t need to.
She had already been claimed, already wrecked, but she still wanted more. Her body glowed faintly with the aftermath of everything we’d done. The sigils on her skin pulsed like heartbeat lights under the surface. She crawled with that succubus smoothness, one hand trailing slowly along her inner thigh, smearing her own slick across pale skin like a lazy temptation. Her smile said she knew I was watching.
Of course I was.
How could I not?
Three of them, crawling toward me like they belonged on the floor, like they were built to serve me and me alone. My name wasn’t just a word in their mouths anymore. It was a craving. A prayer. A brand.
Azrael.
Their demon.
Their devil.
Their lord.
Penelope reached me first.
She rose up on her knees between my thighs, both hands sliding up to rest against my lower abdomen. Her fingers were cool, steady, even as her lips parted, and she let out a soft exhale against my skin. She didn’t go lower. Not yet. She just hovered, waiting.
Katrina slid up beside me, pressing a kiss to my hip as she moved around the chair. Her hands drifted along my ribs, fingertips grazing skin, places even I sometimes forgot were still tender. She kissed her way upward, slow, reverent, each one lingering like she was tasting more than just flesh.
Red came up behind me.
She didn’t try to take center stage.
Instead, she leaned over the chair, her hands pressing gently to my shoulders. Her lips brushed the side of my neck, her breasts pressing against my back, the weight of her presence grounding me. She kissed softly. Patiently. Her tongue flicked across the shell of my ear, followed by a hot breath and a whispered word.
“Yours.”
Penelope took that as permission.
Her mouth moved lower. Not greedy. Not sloppy. Focused. Her tongue traced slow circles against my lower stomach, working her way down with each breath, each kiss. I could feel her need in the way her lips trembled. Not because she was nervous. Because she was trying to savor this.
Katrina tilted my head to the side, brushing her lips against mine.
“You always make us crawl,” she whispered.
“You look good crawling,” I replied.
She kissed me.
Not gentle. Not polite.
It was a kiss that demanded. That burned.
Her hand slid behind my neck, pulling me in deeper as her tongue found mine, her body pressing into my side. I let her take her time, let her pour her emotions into it. I could taste her. Hunger. Pride. Lust. Loyalty. That icy vampire energy wrapped in a storm of fire.
Behind me, Red’s hands explored my chest.
She dragged her nails down, slow and firm, until she reached my sides, and then lower, her fingers curling possessively around my waist. She licked my shoulder once, then bit gently. Not enough to pierce skin. Not yet. Just enough to make me breathe a little deeper.
Penelope’s breath was hot now. Her mouth hovered right where I needed her, but she didn’t dive in. No. She was too smart for that.
Instead, she looked up at me.
Eyes wide. Lashes fluttering.
“Please,” she whispered.
I grinned.
“Prove it.”
She did.
Her tongue moved again, slow, tracing a line down, then lower. Not quite there. Not yet. She was building it. Teasing it. Her hands slid up my thighs, kneading gently, her face flushed as she pressed kisses across my pelvis. Her eyes never left mine.
Katrina kept kissing me, her lips moving from my mouth to my jaw, then down my throat. She found a spot just above my collarbone and bit lightly. Her fangs brushed skin. Just a threat. A reminder of what she could do. Her hand moved across my chest, tracing the rune that glowed faintly above my heart.
“You’re still burning,” she murmured.
“I haven’t even started.”
Red chuckled softly behind me.
“You’re going to break us,” she said.
“That’s the point.”
Penelope finally let her lips press fully to me, her hands steady on my thighs, and the heat of her breath made my eyes flutter. She was slow. Controlled. But the desperation behind it was real. Every inch she kissed felt like worship. Like surrender.
Katrina kissed my chest again, her hands sliding lower. She explored with fingers and mouth, her kisses slower now, more grounded. Focused on sensation. Connection. Her eyes looked up at me only once, and what I saw there?
Need.
But also reverence.
Like I was the altar.
Red didn’t stop touching me.
Her fingers wrapped around my ribs, one hand rising to my jaw to tilt my face toward her. She kissed me from behind, awkward, but perfect, the angle strange but the meaning clear. Her breasts pressed harder into my back. Her hips rocked subtly, her thighs squeezing.
They were all touching me.
At once.
Every inch of my skin was kissed, licked, tasted, or held.
And I?
I let them.
I let them remind me what it meant to be wanted like this. To be known. To be served.
My breath came deeper now. Slower. Controlled, but only barely. I could feel the edge creeping in. The pressure. The burn in my veins. My power sparked beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed again. The room felt too hot, too full, too loud, and none of them were speaking.
Only breath.
Only moans.
Only lips.