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Seven Sins System Chapter 603. Unholy IV
🕑 Added 2025-04-18 17:15:54 +0000 UTCSeven Sins System Chapter 603. Unholy IV
No pain. No sudden backfire. No divine rejection melting my core or snapping me in half.
Just… pure, rolling pleasure. Ecstasy that started in my spine and rippled outward, making my body shiver in ways it never had before.
It took everything—everything—not to move right then. Not to slam my hips into hers and lose my mind completely.
But I’d promised. I owed her that much.
I stopped once I was fully inside. Buried. My breath was shaking. My claws dug into the stone near her waist as I whispered, “Tell me when it’s okay.”
She didn’t answer with words.
She just hugged me. Her arms around my neck, her breath hot against my ear.
And then she whispered.
“I love you.”
Everything… broke inside me.
The restraint. The fear. The last thread of distance I’d been holding onto.
Gone.
“I love you too,” I rasped back, voice raw.
I was deep inside her. Still. Breathing hard. Hands braced on the cave wall near her hips, claws barely restrained from cracking the stone beneath us. Her legs were wrapped tight around my waist, locking us together like her body had decided I belonged there now—and nowhere else.
She panted against my shoulder, fingers dragging along the back of my neck, my shoulders, my chest like she couldn’t decide where to hold on.
A slow thrust. Then another. Deeper. Smoother.
Her body clung to mine in a way that made me groan again, that kind of low, aching sound I didn’t know I could even make in this form. My skin was rough—demonic armor lined with glowing veins of heat and shadow—but she didn’t flinch away from it.
She touched me like I was made of silk. Ran her hands over my chest like she wanted to learn every inch.
And then…
Her hands slid up.
Higher.
Until they touched the one place I never let anyone touch.
My horns.
They arched back like a crown—dark obsidian, ridged, burning faint with the glow of my core. The symbol of my power. My wrath. My throne.
No one touched them.
Not even in jest.
Not in a fight.
Not in pleasure.
Not ever.
And yet…
She gripped them.
Gently at first. Testing. Then tighter, her fingers wrapping around the base, pulling slightly—controlling me.
I gasped.
My hips bucked forward on instinct, slamming into her harder than before. Her moan came sharp and hot in my ear, her back arching, her thighs tightening around me as she moved her hips with mine, syncing to the rhythm like she wanted to ride every inch until the cave caved in.
And for my father's sake, the sound of her voice—choked gasps and broken whispers, the way she whispered my name like it meant something now?
It drove me wild.
“Azrael…”
She tugged my horns again.
A hard pull.
My whole body shivered like she’d yanked on my soul. If I had one.
I groaned—loud, filthy, guttural.
Her mouth found mine and she kissed me through it, all heat and desperation. Her hips rolled against mine, matching my every thrust, like her body had stopped caring she was a goddess and was now just mine.
I let my tentacles move, curling around her back, supporting her while also stroking every inch of her skin I could reach. One coiled around her arm, another wrapped around her waist, another teasing the edge of her breast—but never interrupting what we were building.
My claws dug into the wall. Rock cracked. Dust sprinkled from above.
But she never looked away.
And I never stopped moving.
The friction between us turned slick, the cave air thick with heat and the scent of us—divine and demonic, fused together in this sealed space like the gods themselves had planned this madness.
And still—she held my horns.
Used them to guide me.
To keep me buried inside her. To remind me I wasn’t just taking her.
She was taking me too.
And the feeling?
Gods. I didn’t have words.
Her tight heat around me, the way she clenched every time I bottomed out, the soft gasps that turned into needy whimpers—
I could barely hold on.
“Fuck, Puriel,” I growled into her neck, my breath hot against her skin. “You feel… insane.”
She moaned in reply, her head tilted back against the stone, her body shaking from the pleasure crashing through her.
And then her voice—
“I need it.”
That was it.
That was the break.
I slammed into her harder, faster now. Still holding back enough to keep her from breaking, but just barely. My whole body ached with the tension. With the need. With the unholy obsession that had built between us from the moment we met.
She kissed me again—open, messy, passionate. Her tongue found mine and we lost ourselves in the rhythm, in the rising pace, in the way we were both falling apart and coming together at the same time.
And every time she gripped my horns, I lost another piece of myself.
My thrusts turned frantic, driven by instinct, by craving, by something I didn’t even recognize anymore. I was moaning against her mouth now, not caring how desperate I sounded. My hands slid down to her ass, gripping it hard as I fucked up into her like we were the last two souls in existence.
And maybe we were.
Her legs trembled.
Her breath caught.
Her grip on my horns tightened again, and her whole body shuddered.
“Azrael—!”
Her voice broke.
And I felt her tighten around me—hard.
She came. Loud. Raw. No filter. No restraint.
And the feeling of her walls squeezing me, pulsing with waves of divine pleasure—
It broke me.
I groaned—no, roared—against her neck as I came too, slamming into her one last time, my body shuddering violently. My core flared, lighting the entire chamber for a moment in brilliant purple light. And I emptied into her like I’d been holding that need for centuries.
Which maybe I had.
