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Seven Sins System Chapter 516. Irresistible Temptation I
🕑 Added 2024-11-21 17:56:16 +0000 UTCSeven Sins System Chapter 516. Irresistible Temptation I
But the moment her skin brushed against mine, Katrina froze, her breath catching in her throat. For a second, it seemed like she might pull away, her body trembling with the last shred of resistance she could muster. But then she gave in. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she opened her mouth, revealing her extended fangs. Her eyes flicked to mine, a fleeting glance that carried a mixture of shame and desperate hunger, before she lowered her head and sank her fangs into my wrist.
The sharp sting was brief, replaced almost immediately by the sensation of her lips sealing around the wound. Katrina sucked greedily, the tension in her body melting away as my blood flowed into her. A soft, involuntary sigh escaped her lips, her body shuddering as though she’d been starving for centuries and had finally found the one thing that could satisfy her. Her grip on my wrist tightened, her fingers trembling, her breaths ragged between each pull.
I watched her, a dark satisfaction curling through me as I chuckled softly. “Very good,” I murmured, my tone low and filled with approval. Her reaction was exactly what I expected—complete surrender. She was lost in it now, unable to stop even if she wanted to.
I flicked my gaze toward Penelope, who stood frozen, her eyes locked on the blood that still trickled from my other wrist. The sight, the scent—it was too much for her. I could see her struggling, her fists clenched at her sides, her body taut with the effort of holding herself back. But it was a losing battle, and we both knew it.
“C’mon,” I said, my voice light, almost teasing. “I know you want it too.”
Penelope’s head snapped up, her eyes meeting mine with a defiant glare, but there was no mistaking the way her gaze darted back to my wrist, to the blood that dripped slowly onto the table. Her lips parted, her breaths shallow, and I could see the war waging inside her—the desperate need battling against her pride.
The tension built, thick and suffocating, until finally, Penelope broke. With a low growl of frustration, she stepped forward, grabbing my other arm with a force that betrayed her hunger. She didn’t hesitate like Katrina. Instead, she sank her fangs into my wrist with a ferocity that surprised even me. Her grip was firm, her lips sealed tightly around the wound as she drank, each pull of my blood sending a shiver through her body.
The contrast between the two of them was striking. Katrina’s approach had been hesitant, reluctant, but now she drank with a greedy intensity, her body pressing closer as though she couldn’t get enough. Penelope, on the other hand, was fierce from the start, her hunger unrestrained, each pull of her lips demanding, almost aggressive. They were both completely lost in the experience, their earlier defiance forgotten, replaced by an overwhelming need that consumed them.
I leaned back, letting them take what they needed, a faint smirk playing on my lips as I watched them. “There you go,” I said softly, my voice carrying a note of amusement. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Katrina’s body shuddered at my words, her fingers tightening around my arm as she drew another deep pull from the wound. Penelope’s eyes fluttered shut, her breathing heavy, her body trembling with each taste of my blood. They were utterly enthralled, their pride shattered, replaced by pure, unfiltered desire.
The room was silent, save for the soft, rhythmic sounds of their drinking, the occasional sigh or shudder breaking the stillness. Time seemed to slow, the moment stretching out as they fed, their hunger raw and all-consuming. I could feel their desperation, their need, the way my blood coursed through them, igniting something primal that they could no longer control.
Katrina was the first to pull away, though it was clear she did so with great effort. Her lips were stained crimson, her breathing ragged as she looked up at me, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of awe and confusion. Her body trembled, her hands still gripping my arm as though afraid to let go.
“I…” she started, her voice shaky, barely audible. “I couldn’t stop…”
I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my touch gentle, almost affectionate. “You don’t have to explain,” I said, my tone calm and understanding. “It’s natural. This is what you are.”
Penelope pulled away next, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She didn’t speak, but the look in her eyes said everything. There was no more defiance, no more resistance. She had given in completely, and the realization of that left her shaken.
Red watched them both, her expression a mix of pride and satisfaction. “Now do you understand?” she said softly, her voice carrying a quiet authority. “He is different… far beyond what you’ve known.”
Katrina wiped her lips, her fingers trembling slightly as she stepped back, her gaze darting to her sister. Penelope was still frozen in place, her wide eyes glued to the blood glistening on my other wrist. She shifted uncomfortably, her lips parting as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t quite bring herself to.
Finally, she took a step closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “He is…” she murmured, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Her eyes flicked to mine, then quickly away, like she was embarrassed by the admission. “He is too tasty,” she said, her voice trembling with both shame and undeniable hunger. “Completely… a different game.”
I chuckled, lowering my hands casually but keeping my wrists in plain view. The blood still dripped, slow and deliberate, a tantalizing reminder of what they’d just tasted. I grinned, my voice light yet tinged with something darker, more commanding. “You can’t say no to the devil’s deal, can you?” I said, my gaze flicking between the two of them. “It’s a rare chance. And trust me… this offer doesn’t come around often.”
They exchanged a glance, Katrina narrowing her eyes slightly, as if trying to piece together what I was leading to. Penelope, still blushing, fidgeted with her hands, her usual confidence crumbling under what she was feeling.
