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Seven Sins System Chapter 520. Hungry Succubus III
🕑 Added 2024-11-28 17:40:51 +0000 UTCSeven Sins System Chapter 520. Hungry Succubus III
Her body responded to mine, arching and rocking against me, her breath coming in sharp gasps, her breasts bouncing. What came next was only her ragged moans and cries, her eyes screwed shut, her lips parted as she was filled with my cock.
It was only a matter of minutes before we were both at the brink, the tension and pleasure mounting.
"Come for me, Katrina," I demanded, thrusting harder, deeper, driving her closer to the edge. "Come for me."
"Dr. Allen..."
"Azrael... call me Azrael..."
"Azrael," she breathed, her eyes opening, her gaze meeting mine.
"Let go," I growled, my pace growing more frenzied, her body arching and writhing beneath me. "Let go. I want to feel you come."
Katrina's head tipped back, her lips parted, her nails digging into my back, her entire body tensing.
"Oh god, yes," she cried, her voice a breathless moan. "Yes... yes..."
Her walls tightened around me, her body shuddering, her cry of release sending me over the edge.
We climaxed together, our bodies tense and trembling, my name on her lips.
I growled, kissing her roughly, my lips moving against hers, my fingers tangled in her hair. "God? I'm a devil," I reminded her. "Don't you ever forget that."
"Never," she gasped, her breathing ragged, her eyes half-lidded and filled with a mixture of lust, pleasure, and pure adoration.
I smirked, leaning down to capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss, my body still pressed against hers.
After a long moment, I pulled away, my chest still rising and falling. Katrina lay beneath me, her body limp and trembling, her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath. Her crimson-tinged eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with a look of awe and exhaustion. I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, letting my fingers linger on her cheek for a moment before standing upright.
A familiar system notification appeared in the corner of my vision.
[Lust Sin Points Acquired: +25]
I smirked but swiped the notification away with a flick of my hand. There would be time to worry about sin points later. Right now, my focus shifted to the other half of this equation. My gaze snapped to Penelope, who stood frozen, her face flushed, her lips slightly parted as she stared at me with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.
“Your turn,” I said smoothly, extending my hand toward her.
Penelope’s eyes darted from my hand to my face, her blush deepening, but she didn’t back away. Her noble demeanor faltered for only a second before she squared her shoulders, lifting her chin as if trying to remind herself that she wasn’t afraid. Slowly, she stepped forward, her hand trembling slightly as it met mine.
I pulled her into my embrace, wrapping one arm securely around her waist, feeling the stiffness in her posture as she tried to maintain her composure. Penelope’s wide eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I saw something unexpected—a flicker of fear mingled with determination. Unlike Katrina, who had surrendered completely to her instincts, Penelope was fighting to stay in control.
“You…” I murmured, tilting my head as I studied her expression. “You are strong.” My voice softened, laced with a hint of admiration. “Not physically—but mentally. Most people crumble in fear, shock, or blind obedience under my presence. But you…” I let the words hang for a moment, watching her reaction. “You show something different.”
Penelope let out a nervous laugh, the sound shaky but genuine. “You don’t really look like a devil at all,” she said, her tone hesitant but teasing. Her lips curled into a small, nervous smile as her gaze flickered over my features. “Not as bad as the paintings, anyway.”
Her words made me chuckle, the sound low and rumbling. “Really?” I asked, my smile widening into something more predatory. “Would you like me to prove otherwise?”
Without waiting for her response, I activated my demonic form.
[Demonic Form Activated!]
My horns elongated, curving wickedly backward. My six tentacles unfurled from my back, their movements smooth and sinuous. My tails flicked behind me, its pointed tip slicing through the air with ease. My face remained unchanged, but the features became sharper, more angular, radiating a predatory aura that left no doubt about my true nature.
Penelope’s breath hitched audibly, her eyes widening as she took in the transformation. Her noble facade cracked ever so slightly as her gaze darted to my tentacles, then to my horns, and finally back to my glowing crimson eyes. Katrina, who was still sprawled on the table, startled visibly, her hand flying to her mouth as she watched in stunned silence.
Penelope swallowed hard, but to her credit, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she squared her shoulders again, forcing herself to meet my gaze. “You… You weren’t kidding,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly but carrying a hint of dry humor. “You really are the devil.”
I leaned closer, letting one of my tentacles curl around her waist gently, pulling her closer. “And yet, you’re still standing here,” I said, my voice soft but edged with amusement. “Most people would be on their knees by now.”
Penelope’s blush deepened, but she let out a shaky laugh, her hand clutching at my arm for support. “Well, I’m not most people,” she shot back, though her voice wavered. “I—"
She broke off as one of my tentacles brushed against her back, making her flinch. Her hands tightened on me instinctively, her breathing quickening. I smirked, tilting my head to observe her reaction.
“Careful,” I murmured, my voice dropping to a low, teasing purr. “You might start enjoying this.”
Penelope’s eyes flashed with a mix of indignation and embarrassment. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, though her grip on me didn’t loosen. Her trembling fingers betrayed the truth—she was overwhelmed, but she wasn’t running.
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, “I think you like impossible.”
She shivered at the words, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Katrina’s soft voice broke through the charged silence, her tone tinged with awe. “Penelope…”
