Seven Sins System Chapter 831. Come For Me
Seven Sins System Chapter 831. Come For Me
Her head bobbed slowly, her tongue swirling in ways that made my tentacles twitch restlessly.
One wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.
Another slid between her legs, teasing her through the damp fabric of her sleepwear.
She moaned around me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body.
“Careful,” I warned, my voice rougher than intended.
She pulled back with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting us.
“Make me,” she repeated, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Challenge accepted.
My tentacles moved.
Two wrapped around her thighs, spreading her wider.
One ripped her sleepwear clean off.
Another found her entrance, teasing, circling, but never entering.
Her breath hitched.
“Your Highness…”
I pushed inside.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Watched her face as I filled her.
Her head fell back, a choked moan escaping her lips.
Her inner walls clenched around me, tight and hot.
“You feel… incredible,” I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.
Ivy’s hands flew to my shoulders, her nails digging in as she rode me.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and begging for attention.
I obliged.
I leaned forward, capturing one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak.
She cried out, her movements becoming more frantic.
More desperate.
More Ivy.
Another tentacle slid up her spine, curling around her neck possessively.
Not choking.
Just a gentle, firm pressure.
A reminder of who she belonged to. Who she worshiped in this very room.
“You like that?” I murmured against her skin.
“Yesss,” she hissed, her hips grinding down harder.
I could feel her building.
The tightening in her thighs.
The way her breath caught in her throat.
The way her muscles fluttered around the tentacle inside her.
I met her gaze, her eyes dark and hazy with lust.
“Come for me, Ivy.”
My command was all it took.
She shattered.
A strangled scream tore from her lips as her orgasm crashed through her, her body convulsing around me.
Her inner walls spasmed, milking me, pulling me deeper. But I wasn't done yet. I promised her to be more than satisfied.
I flipped us over.
She gasped as her back hit the mattress, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. My tentacles shifted, one wrapping around each of her ankles, spreading her wide. Another coiled around her wrists, pinning them above her head. She was completely at my mercy, a beautiful offering on an altar of silk and obsession.
The sight alone was enough to make my length throb with need.
I leaned down, my lips hovering just above hers. “Look at you,” I rasped, my voice thick with an emotion I rarely allowed myself to name. “All mine.”
I entered her again in one smooth, possessive thrust.
Her back arched, a gasp tearing from her throat. I set a relentless pace, each thrust driving deeper, harder. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, of her breathless cries, of my ragged groans.
My remaining tentacles weren't idle. One teased her clit, circling the sensitive nub with a precision that had her seeing stars. Another wrapped around her breast, the tip flicking against her hardened nipple. The last traced patterns on her inner thigh, the touch so light it was almost painful.
It was too much.
It wasn't enough.
“Your Highness… please…” she begged, her words a jumbled mess of pleasure and desperation.
I silenced her with a kiss, my tongue mimicking the rhythm of my hips, claiming every inch of her. I could feel her climax building again, a coiling tension in her muscles, a frantic fluttering around me.
This was what I’d missed.
This raw, unadulterated connection.
This feeling of being so completely, utterly wanted.
Not just for my power, or my title, but for me.
Ivy wanted all of me, even the broken, work-obsessed, emotionally-stunted parts. She saw them, understood them, and still chose to stay.
My tentacles tightened their hold, a primal surge of possession coursing through me. She was mine. My secretary. My confidante. My comfort. My obsession, just as much as I was hers.
I broke the kiss, my forehead resting against hers as I drove into her one last, impossibly deep time.
“Come for me,” I commanded, my voice a low growl.
And she did.
Her world shattered again, a wave of ecstasy so intense it left her trembling and boneless.
Did I stop? No.
I pulled my still hard cock.
She quickly realized it. "Ah... no! You haven't cum yet!" Ivy whined. The needy, desperate sound sent a fresh jolt of desire straight through me.
She was right. I hadn't. And looking at her, sprawled across the bed, flushed and glistening with sweat, her body still trembling from her release, I knew I wasn't done with her. Not by a long shot.
My tentacles shifted their grip, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. The position was an offering, a surrender that made my blood sing. She presented herself to me, her back arched, her head turned to watch me over her shoulder with those dark, worshipful eyes.
"Not yet..." I whispered. This time, I would play with that greedy hole of hers.
With my tentacles. One of them, the one that had been teasing her thigh, now moved with purpose. It was slick with her own arousal, glistening in the dim light of her room. I brought it to her rear entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle with its tip.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her body tensing for a moment before she forced herself to relax, a silent acceptance of whatever I chose to give her.
"That's my good girl," I murmured, my tentacle pressing forward, sinking slowly into her ass.
The tight, hot grip sent a jolt of pleasure. My own hips bucked involuntarily.
I watched, mesmerized, as she was filled, stretched, possessed by me in this most intimate of ways.
A low moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. She pushed back against me, taking me deeper, a silent plea for more.
I gave her what she wanted.
Another tentacle, thick and demanding, took the place of my cock at her dripping entrance. It pressed against her, teasing her swollen folds, collecting her slickness before plunging inside her, joining the other one in a slow, alternating rhythm.
"Ahhh! Yes! Like that! Both holes... ah... both holes for you, Your Highness..." she babbled, her words dissolving into incoherent cries of pleasure.