Seven Sins System Chapter 881. I am Injured and Royal
Seven Sins System Chapter 881. I am Injured and Royal
She shifted her body. I could feel her entrance. She aligned herself. The tip of my erection grazed her slick folds.
Then she lowered herself onto me.
The sensation was blinding.
It was a slow, deliberate sinking.
She took all of me, her body settling against mine, a perfect, intimate fit. A shuddering sigh escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss.
"Finally," she breathed, her voice a low, husky whisper. "You feel real."
She began to move.
Slowly at first, a gentle rocking motion. Her hands were on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, her body rising and falling.
My tentacles tightened around her, one coiling possessively around her thigh, another sliding up her back to wrap around her shoulders, holding her close.
I leaned back against the side of the pool, letting the support take some of my weight, allowing me to focus on the sensation. The pain was there, a persistent ache, but it was subsumed by the overwhelming pleasure.
"F*ck," I growled, my own voice rough and uneven.
Her hips picked up speed, the water sloshing around us, splashing against the stone sides of the pool.
Her breath was hot on my skin, her hands grasping desperately at my shoulders, her body undulating against mine.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt my climax building, a tidal wave of pleasure that was about to crash over me.
"Lily..." I managed, the name a ragged gasp on my lips.
"Let go," she whispered, her voice a low, seductive purr.
That was all it took.
With a final, powerful thrust, I came.
The orgasm hit me, my body shuddering as the pleasure washed over me. My vision blurred, the world narrowing to the feeling of her body pressed against mine, the sound of her voice whispering in my ear, the scent of her perfume, the taste of her skin on my lips.
For one rare, extremely suspicious second, the world was peaceful.
The Abyss pool churned around us, hot and dark, swallowing the last ragged edge of my breath. The ancient letters on the walls pulsed red like they had witnessed many atrocities across the ages and decided this one was not the worst.
Lily remained close, forehead pressed against mine, her breath uneven, her fingers tangled in my damp hair. Her expression was softer than she would ever admit. Possessive too. Very possessive. The kind of possessive that made my tentacles curl tighter around her waist on instinct, like the wounded part of me had decided she was warmth and therefore property.
Bad instinct.
Very demonic.
Very honest.
She smiled faintly.
“There,” she whispered. “You look less dead.”
I opened my mouth to answer.
Probably something romantic like, “You’re heavy,” or “The pool is doing most of the work,” because I was emotionally bankrupt and recovering from holy poison.
Then…
“Seriously?!”
The voice came from the chamber entrance.
Deep.
Familiar.
Extremely dangerous.
“I swear I just left for a couple of minutes, and now I found you guys here?”
The entire universe froze.
The Abyss pool froze too.
Not literally.
But spiritually, even the ancient black water seemed to go, ‘Oh no. Dad is home’.
Diablo stood at the open doorway.
Currently wearing the expression of a parent who had walked in on something so absurd that even thousands of years of demonic history had not prepared him for the psychological damage.
His royal cloak dragged behind him.
And his stare?
His stare hit harder than the fake angel’s holy core.
Lily’s face changed.
From dark seductress of the Abyss to woman realizing she had made a tactical error in the highest-security healing chamber in the realm.
“Ah.”
That was all she said.
Then she teleported.
One second, she was in the pool with me.
The next, she was standing on the black stone floor several steps away, hair damp, cheeks faintly flushed, and somehow, the silk was already back on her body.
Demon women were terrifying.
I didn’t even see the movement.
The robe she had discarded earlier flew into her hand like it had also panicked. She wrapped it around herself and lifted her chin, trying to recover dignity.
Very doomed.
Diablo stared at her.
Lily pouted. “I only wanted to help him heal faster.”
Dad slowly looked at the Abyss pool.
Then at me.
Then back at her.
“By doing s*x?”
The silence that followed could have buried nations.
“In the Abyss pool?” he added.
Lily’s pout deepened. “The pool doesn’t look mad at me.”
The Abyss pool bubbled once.
Traitor.
Lily gestured toward it, as if the ancient demonic healing water had just testified in her defense. “Him too.”
I was about to open my mouth.
Was I going to defend her? Yes.
Was I also going to defend myself? Probably badly.
Was there any sentence in the world that could make this situation look respectable? No.
But I had Wrath, pride, and a spectacular lack of shame when cornered.
Unfortunately, Dad was faster.
“Him?” Diablo said.
His eyes shifted to me.
“Mad?”
I blinked.
He took one step closer. “He almost consumed a poisoned core.”
Ah.
Here we go.
“Oh, he is mad and crazy,” Dad continued. “And I am questioning where his logic went.”
I pressed my lips together.
Yeah.
Shit.
Thanks for keeping the highlight reel of my stupid attempt alive, Dad.
Though to be fair, I had already explained that the Ancient One’s instinct pushed me. Wrath was involved too. The core had been bait. The situation had layers. Complex, murderous layers.
I raised one finger, preparing my defense.
Dad glared. “Shut.”
A silence spell snapped over my mouth.
My lips sealed. Magically shut.
“Mphh!”
I stared at him.
He stared back.
“Mphh! Mphhh!”
That meant ‘Excuse me? I am injured and royal’.
Dad’s expression said ‘I know. That is why you are still alive’.
I glared harder.
Lily pressed her lips together like she was trying very hard not to laugh.
Betrayal.
I was about to move from the pool.
The moment my shoulders tensed, black-red chains shot from the chamber floor.
They wrapped around my wrists, shoulders, chest, and waist, pinning me gently but firmly against the pool’s inner stone ledge.
Not painful, but humiliating.
Very humiliating.