May 16, 2026

Seven Sins System Chapter 821. A Goddess in My Embrace II

The combination was overwhelming. The cool, firm pressure of the tentacle at her core, the pulsing grip on her breast, my hot mouth trailing kisses down her stomach, and her own hand working my length. Her breaths came in ragged sobs, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"I… I can't…" she gasped.

"You can," I murmured against her skin. "And you will."

I pushed my hips forward again, my cock sliding through her grip. The friction was glorious, a sweet, tormenting heat. But I needed more. I needed to be inside her. Not yet. First, I needed to taste her.

I shifted my position, moving down the bed until I was settled between her thighs. I pushed her legs wider, opening her completely to my gaze. She was perfect. Pink and flushed, glistening with her need. My tentacle retreated, making way for my tongue.

I leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit.

Her reaction was instantaneous and violent. A sharp, high-pitched cry tore from her throat, and her hips shot off the bed, pressing herself against my mouth. I chuckled, the vibration making her shudder.

I did it again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her sweet, slightly salty, utterly intoxicating. This was the taste of divinity, not some distant, untouchable god, but the raw, messy, beautiful reality of the woman I loved.

My tongue delved deeper, exploring the delicate folds, circling her clit, then flicking it with the very tip. Her hands flew to my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands, holding me in place. Her moans were constant now, a beautiful, desperate music that filled the room.

I could feel her getting close. Her thighs began to tremble around my head, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants. The grip in my hair tightened almost to the point of pain.

My tentacle, the one that had been pulsing at her breast, moved to join the one between her legs. It didn’t touch her core, instead, it wrapped gently around her thigh, a living, breathing restraint, holding her open for me.

"Azrael… please… I’m…" she sobbed, the words breaking apart on a wave of pleasure.

"Now, Puriel," I commanded, my voice a low growl against her flesh. "Let me have it."

I sealed my lips over her clit and sucked, hard.

That was all it took.

Her entire body went rigid, a bowstring drawn to its breaking point. A single, high-pitched cry ripped from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated release. Then she shattered. A violent, beautiful convulsion shook her, her hips bucking wildly against my mouth. I held on, my tongue lapping at her, drawing out every last drop of her pleasure, tasting her essence as she flooded my senses.

I drank her in, a desperate, thirsty man. This was a nectar no ambrosia could ever hope to match. It was the taste of her surrender, her trust, her love. It was the most exquisite thing I had ever known.

As the tremors began to subside, leaving her limp and boneless on the sheets, I placed one last, gentle kiss on her slick folds. I then slowly made my way back up her body, my lips tracing a path of reverence over her stomach, her breasts, the sensitive skin of her throat.

I finally reached her face, her beautiful, blissed-out face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. I brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead.

"Look at me," I whispered.

Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes that were dazed and unfocused, but so full of a raw, vulnerable love that it made my chest ache.

"Hi," she breathed, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

"Hi yourself," I murmured back, my own smile full of a tender, possessive amusement. I captured her mouth in a kiss. It was a slow, deep, and drugging kiss, allowing her to taste herself on my lips, on my tongue. She didn't shy away.

Instead, she met me with a languid, exploring softness, her hands coming up to frame my face, her thumbs stroking my cheekbones.

Her grip on my cock, which had loosened during her climax, tightened again, her touch now confident, her strokes sure and steady. The sensation was a jolt of pure, undiluted pleasure that shot straight to my groin. I groaned into her mouth, my hips bucking into her touch.

"I want you," I growled against her lips, the words a raw, desperate confession.

"Then take me," she whispered, her voice a husky promise.

I didn't need to be told twice.

I positioned myself between her legs, my body covering hers, a blanket of muscle and raw, demonic energy. I looked down at her, my gaze intense, searching her face for any sign of hesitation. I found none.

With one hand, I guided my throbbing length to her entrance, the slick heat of her a siren's call. I pushed in, just the tip, a slow, deliberate invasion. Her breath hitched, her body tensing for a split second before relaxing, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

I pushed in deeper, inch by agonizing inch, watching her face.

"You're so tight," I gritted out, my jaw clenched with the sheer effort of holding back. She was a velvet vise, a hot, wet paradise that threatened to unravel me completely.

"And you're so big," she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. "It's… it's a lot."

"You can take it," I murmured, my lips brushing against her forehead. "You were made for me."

Finally, I was fully sheathed inside her, buried to the hilt. I stilled, giving her a moment to adjust, to acclimate to my size.

"I still can't believe it. From nemesis to this... madness," she gasped.

"Yeah, I still remember how you pressed your sword on my neck

"I will still do it. But not now." She said, her smile as sharp as broken glass. "Maybe after."