Seven Sins System Chapter 522. Gentle Devil?

Seven Sins System Chapter 522. Gentle Devil?

"More, you said?" I asked, a growl coloring my tone now, my own desire flaring hot within me.

"Yes, please," she whispered, her legs spreading wider, an invitation clear in her eyes.

With a nod, I positioned myself at her entrance, my gaze locked on hers. "Look at me," I commanded softly, and she did, her eyes locked on mine, filled with trust and raw desire.

Then, pushing forward, I entered her slowly, giving her body time to adjust to the feel of me. The tentacles held her gently but firmly, ensuring she felt supported and cared for even as I began to move within her, setting a rhythm that was both tender and relentless.

Her moans echoed through the room, a sweet symphony of pleasure that grew louder with each thrust. Penelope's fingers gripped my shoulders, her nails digging in slightly, a testament to the intensity of her sensations. Her eyes, wide and luminous, never left mine, even as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Good?" I murmured, my voice rough with my own rising desire.

"So good," she breathed out, her voice a trembling whisper that spurred me on.

My movements became more deliberate, the rhythm of our bodies a dance that was as ancient as it was primal. The tentacles, still wrapped securely around her, moved in gentle, undulating waves, creating a sensation that was unlike anything she had ever known. One tentacle continued to caress the length of her leg, while another explored higher, teasing the sensitive skin of her abdomen, drawing small, shivering gasps from her.

The space was filled with the sound of our breathing, the soft wet noises of our union, and Penelope’s continuous moans. Each sound she made was a note in the melody of our encounter, driving me to explore further, to push her towards the brink.

I leaned down to capture her lips again, kissing her deeply, my tongue mirroring the actions of my body. Penelope responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer, her kiss as hungry as the grip of her legs around my waist.

"More, Azrael, please," she pleaded between kisses, her voice laden with desire.

Encouraged, I shifted my angle slightly, reaching deeper, the change drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Her body arched up, pressing against me, seeking more contact, more of the exquisite pleasure.

"You like that?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips as I watched her struggle to form words.

"Yes, yes, don't stop," she managed, her voice barely above a moan.

My thrusts quickened, driven by her pleas, my body moving with a purpose now. The tentacles enhanced every motion, their seamless movements designed to heighten her pleasure, to drive her to the edge of ecstasy.

Penelope's moans turned into cries, each one louder than the last, filling the room with the sound of her climax approaching. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling slightly in her ecstasy, her body trembling under the assault of sensations.

"Look at me," I commanded gently, and her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine. There was a vulnerability there, raw and open, mixed with an overwhelming lust.

Her gaze was all the encouragement I needed. I felt her body tighten around me, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically. "Let go, Penelope," I urged, my voice low and commanding. "Come for me."

Her response was immediate and intense. Her back arched off the table, her mouth opened in a silent scream as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her body shook, the orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her gasping and trembling.

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As she came down from the high, her breaths ragged and shallow, I slowed my pace. Her eyes opened slowly, and the look she gave me was one of awe and wonder, mixed with a deep satisfaction that mirrored my own.

"Amazing," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries.

I smiled, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "You were a good girl too," I told her, my voice warm but laced with that teasing edge she’d come to expect from me.

Penelope blushed, her cheeks still tinged with crimson as she nestled closer for a moment, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of what we’d just shared. She let out a contented sigh, her fingers tracing small circles on my chest, but the softness of the moment didn’t linger for long.

I pulled away gently, slipping out of her grasp as I stood. I retracted my tentacles, my horns, and my tails until only the human guise remained. I adjusted my stance, running a hand through my hair as I turned to face her.

Penelope propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze lingering on me, her expression a mix of wonder and lingering heat. "I never thought a devil could be this gentle," she said softly, her voice still shaky. "Especially someone who carries the title of the Lord of Wrath."

I chuckled as I began pulling my shirt back on. "Oh, I’m not," I replied, my tone light but carrying a hint of amusement. "I prefer rough play. But there’s a difference between pushing my servants to their limits and breaking them."

Penelope tilted her head slightly, curiosity flickering in her tinged eyes. "Then why… why be gentle?"

I shrugged, fastening the buttons on my shirt as I glanced at her. "I don’t like to leave scars that go deeper than the body," I explained, my tone calm but firm. "I want obedience and loyalty, not fear. Fear is for my enemies, not my servants."

Penelope nodded slowly, processing what I’d said, her gaze thoughtful. "That’s… not what I expected from you," she admitted quietly.

"Good," I said with a smirk. "Keep your expectations low—it makes surprising you that much easier."

Katrina stirred on the table, her eyes fluttering open as she began to recover. She propped herself up, her disheveled hair falling around her face as she watched me with a mix of confusion and curiosity. Her gaze flickered to her sister, then back to me, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?" she muttered, her voice still hoarse.