Seven Sins System Chapter 557. Fingers Play I

Seven Sins System Chapter 557. Fingers Play I

I tilted my head, studying her for a moment. She was predictable—her arrogance, her persistence—but that didn’t make her any less dangerous. Still, if she wanted to play games, I’d oblige. Not because I wanted her attention, but because it was about time someone taught her a lesson.

"Alright," I said, leaning forward slightly. "Let’s play my game then."

Her brows furrowed slightly, her curiosity piqued. "Your game?"

I let the smirk grow wider, a flash of amusement flickering in my eyes. "It’s simple," I said, my voice low and calm. "Hold yourself together for five minutes, and I’ll give you a reward."

She tilted her head, confusion flickering across her face. "Hold myself together? What are you—"

Before she could finish her sentence, I moved. Swift and precise, my hand slipped down to her crotch, catching her completely off guard. Her words died in her throat, replaced by a sharp intake of breath as her body stiffened under my touch.

"Hold this," I said, my tone dripping with amusement.

Her cheeks flushed, a mix of shock and anticipation flashing in her eyes. And, as I’d suspected, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Typical Morgana—always ready to turn every situation into an opportunity for sex.

"Azrael," she hissed, though her voice trembled as her bravado started to waver. "What do you think you’re—"

I cut her off with a slight twist of my fingers, two of them shifting seamlessly into small tentacles that wasted no time slipping inside her. Her breath hitched, her body jerking slightly as she gripped my arm for balance.

For demons, this wasn’t considered intercourse—it was more of a game. And for me, it was just that—a way to assert control, to remind her of her place without crossing the line I’d drawn for myself.

Her gasp echoed in the room as my tentacles began to move, slow at first, then picking up speed like a pair of agile eels exploring their new territory. Inside, they twisted and curled, knowing exactly where to press and stretch. They aimed for her G-spot. Her legs trembled, and her grip on me tightened as she struggled to maintain her composure.

"What's the matter?" I asked, my voice light and teasing as I kept my eyes locked on hers. "I just started, and you’re already like this? Weak legs, trembling hands… I’m not sure you can handle this for five minutes?"

Her response was a strained whimper, her teeth gritting as she tried to steady herself. My tentacles grew slightly thicker, pressing against her walls in a way that made her eyes flutter shut. Her head tilted back, and her breathing turned ragged.

"Oh!" she gasped, her voice quivering as her knees buckled slightly. She caught herself by clutching onto my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin. "Azrael…"

"It hasn’t even been half a minute," I pointed out, my tone sharp with mock disappointment. "And you’re already falling apart."

Her lips parted as she let out a shaky breath, her eyes meeting mine again. There was defiance there, buried beneath the haze of arousal, but it was quickly crumbling under the pressure. My tentacles shifted again, curling deeper inside her, brushing against that one spot that always drove demoness wild. Her entire body jolted, and she let out a cry, her nails dragging down my arm.

"Is this your idea of negotiating?" I asked, smirking as I tilted my head slightly. "Because it doesn’t seem like you’re in much of a position to bargain right now."

She didn’t answer, her voice caught in her throat as her body quivered under my touch. Her legs shook violently, and it was clear she was barely holding herself together. My tentacles moved with purpose now, alternating between stretching her and curling inward, pressing against her most sensitive spots.

Morgana’s breaths came in short, ragged gasps, and her nails dug deeper into my skin. "You—" she managed to choke out, her voice trembling.

I chuckled softly, the sound low and smug. "What’s wrong, Morgana? Isn’t this what you wanted? Or are you realizing you bit off more than you can chew?"

She bit her lip hard, her blush deepening as her body trembled uncontrollably. "Shut… up…" she stammered, though the defiance in her voice was quickly giving way to desperation.

"Make me," I challenged, my smirk widening as I leaned in closer, my breath brushing against her ear. "If you can."

Her resolve shattered. She let out a cry, her entire body tensing as her legs gave out beneath her. She collapsed against me, her head resting on my shoulder as her breathing came in ragged, uneven bursts. Her grip on my arm loosened, and her entire body shuddered as my tentacles continued their relentless assault.

"Azrael," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Please…"

I tilted my head, feigning confusion. "Please what? You’re going to have to be more specific."

She let out another cry, her head tilting back as her eyes fluttered shut. Her lips trembled, and she bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. "I—" she started, her voice breaking. "I can’t…"

I smirked, my amusement growing as I watched her struggle. Morgana, the infamous seductress, brought to her knees—figuratively and literally. It was a sight to behold. Her usual arrogance had all but melted away, leaving her trembling and gasping in my grasp.

"You can’t?" I echoed, my tone dripping with mockery. "But I thought you were stronger than this. Weren’t you the one claiming you could handle anything?"

Her nails dug into my arm, her grip tightening as if she were holding on for dear life. "Azrael…" she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I… need…"

I tilted my head, feigning curiosity. "Need what, exactly? You’re going to have to be more specific."

She locked eyes with me, her gaze desperate and pleading. "Your dick," she managed to choke out, her voice trembling. "I need your real dick… Or… you can transform them… into real ones…"