Seven Sins System Chapter 880. I Know My Blood
Seven Sins System Chapter 880. I Know My Blood
Lily’s gaze softened again.
Then she stepped into the pool.
The Abyss water surged around her legs, black liquid climbing and testing her. For a heartbeat, the ancient chamber growled. The demonic letters on the walls flashed brighter, recognizing a new body, judging her blood, her worth, her right to enter.
Lily inhaled sharply.
Pain crossed her face.
But she did not step back.
I grabbed the edge of the pool. “Idiot. The pool could tear you apart.”
“It won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know my blood.”
The water accepted her.
It curled around her waist and darkened, pulling at the edge of her silk, dragging shadows over her skin. She moved closer through the pool, each step slow under the weight of the ancient healing force.
When she reached me, she placed both hands on my shoulders.
Carefully.
Avoiding the worst wounds.
Her touch was warm against skin that had been cold from holy poison.
“I am not here to break you,” she whispered.
“That would be difficult.”
She smiled faintly. “Liar.”
Then she kissed me again.
This time slower.
Darker.
Less anger, more ache.
Her fingers slid into my damp hair, holding me as if she could anchor me to the world by sheer stubborn desire. The Abyss water moved around us, hot and black, drawing poison from my blood while Lily’s body pressed close enough that I could feel her heartbeat through the pain.
My tentacles stirred beneath the surface.
One curled around her waist.
Lily smiled against my mouth. “There.”
“Shut up.”
She laughed softly.
The sound made the red light in the chamber pulse.
I used the tentacle to pull her closer, our bodies meeting in the water.
Her eyes glowed.
“Take it off,” she said.
Instead of using my hands, I let two of my tentacles slip beneath the silk. They traced the curve of her spine before gently hooking into the delicate fabric at her hips. With a slow, deliberate pull, the silk gave way, tearing with a soft sigh. The water claimed the fragments instantly.
The last barrier gone.
Nothing between us now but heat, ancient magic, and shared blood.
Lily shivered.
Not from cold.
The Abyss water swirled around us as she straddled my lap, her knees settling on either side of my hips.
She took control. She had to, I was still too broken to lead. My burned arm remained slack, a dead weight in the water, but my other arm found purchase on the slick stone ledge behind me.
She sank down slowly.
A sharp breath escaped me, half pain, half pleasure as the movement pulled at my wounds.
Lily froze. “Too much?”
No.
Yes.
It was a complicated answer.
“No,” I managed.
Her gaze searched mine, seeking the truth in the flicker of my eyes. She saw it. The agony warring with the need. The poison fighting the desire.
“Liar,” she whispered, but there was no accusation in her tone. Only a profound, dark understanding. She shifted, taking more of my weight, lifting herself slightly to ease the strain on my side.
“You’ll strain yourself," I rasped.
“I can handle it,” she said, her voice a low murmur against the water’s gentle churn.
Then she moved again.
Her hands traced my body. Her lips lowered to kiss the faint scars that dotted my chest. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. Her hair brushed my skin as she leaned forward.
Her fingers found the unmarred skin of my chest. She traced the line of my collarbone, then lower, her nails scraping gently. “You feel like you,” she breathed. “Not like… that other place. Not like what touched you.”
My hands, what little I could use, roamed her back, the sleek wet skin, the curve of her spine.
But Lily was being Lily. She smirked. "I will count it as an invitation. It will be painful, But bear with it." Then her movement turned wild... and hungry.
She kissed me with hunger. Tongue, teeth. Her hands clenched in my hair, holding me still for her onslaught. She wasn't asking anymore. She wasn't teasing. She was taking.
My tentacles responded. One tightened around her waist, a dark band of flesh pulling her flush against me. Another slid between her thighs, teasing her slick folds, mirroring the rough rhythm she’d set above.
The water sloshed, slapping against the stone sides of the pool. The red light of the demonic inscriptions seemed to pulse in time with our movements. The Abyss, it seemed, approved.
Her hips began to roll, a slow, grinding rhythm that sent electricity through my battered body.
"You still feel it," she gasped against my neck, her teeth scraping my skin. "Even half-dead, you still feel it."
"Always," I growled, my good hand fisting in her hair. I pulled her head back, baring her throat to me. I leaned in, my own lips finding the sensitive skin where her pulse hammered. I bit down, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. To claim her.
She cried out, her body arching against mine. Her nails dug into my shoulders, sharp points of pain that were a welcome distraction from the deeper, more corrosive ache of my wounds.
"Oh~ you are trying to take back control, are you?" she panted, her eyes flashing with a mixture of amusement and challenge. But then I realized the touch on my below. My cock. Her smirk dimmed. "I can't let you take the control. It's my turn. I want to feel you, to make you feel me."
Her hand rubbed my shaft with a maddeningly slow, deliberate pace that was somehow more intense than a frantic race to the finish. Her other hand rested on my chest.
The Abyss water churned around us, growing warmer, more viscous, as if it were absorbing our combined essence. It lapped at our bodies, a liquid caress that was both soothing and invigorating. It was healing me, yes, but it was also amplifying everything. Every touch, every ragged breath was magnified, echoing through the chamber and back into us.
I watched her face. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, her brow furrowed in ecstasy. Her hair, now damp and clung to her skin. I wanted to touch her, to explore every curve but my body was a traitor. All I could do was watch, and feel.
"You are hard. I guess it's time to get in." she gasped, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.