Seven Sins System Chapter 602. Unholy III

Seven Sins System Chapter 602. Unholy III

Different.

Hot. Wet. Soft. And impossibly slow.

I groaned—deep, guttural, the kind that rumbled from the bottom of my chest like an echo from another realm. My core flared, and I opened my eyes, breath hitching— And saw her.

Licking my core.

Her tongue dragged across the glowing, lava-lit surface with a kind of reverence I didn’t know how to process. Her hands gripped my sides, fingers digging into me like she was the one unraveling now. She wasn’t just touching me—she was clinging, desperate, pulled under by something she couldn’t control.

And neither could I.

"Puriel…" I whispered—more breath than voice.

But she didn’t stop there.

She dragged her tongue down from my core, tracing the lines of my body with her mouth like she was mapping every glowing vein, every scar, every inch. She moved lower, her breath hot, her lips brushing places I didn’t even realize could burn like that.

And then she reached it.

My erection.

Hard. Heavy. Way too real in this form. And even I wasn’t used to seeing it, let alone… having someone else staring at it like that.

And yet—

She leaned in. Licked it.

Slow. Wet. All tongue and intention.

My hips twitched violently, and I let out another groan—this one unfiltered and demonic in nature. It echoed off the cave walls like a curse turned song. My claws dug into the stone. My tentacles writhed behind me like they were reacting to every flick of her tongue.

And then she wrapped her mouth around me.

Hot.

Tight.

Devastating.

My claws flew to the top of her head, not yanking—guiding. My tentacles coiled gently around her waist and thighs, not holding her down, but anchoring me. I needed something to grip, something to keep me from losing control entirely.

“F-fuck,” I groaned, voice breaking.

She didn’t stop. Her mouth worked me deeper, lips sealed around me as her tongue moved in rhythm. It was clumsy for maybe half a second, but then—she found it. That perfect angle. That perfect pressure.

My hips arched off the ground.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

The sensation was too much. Too hot. Too perfect. Her mouth moved like she needed this, like this was her holy rite now, like worshipping a devil through his pleasure had become her new religion.

I didn’t expect to last. Not with her doing that.

And I didn’t.

It hit like an explosion. My whole body jerked—muscles tight, core pulsing bright enough to light the cave for a heartbeat. My claws tensed in her hair, and I groaned louder than I should’ve. Animalistic. Raw. Like something inside me cracked open and spilled into her.

[Lust point has gone up by 5000]

[Achievement Unlocked: "Holy Sucker Punch"]

Received oral from a Divine-Class entity.

Compatibility with celestial body types increased.

Lust Gauge Overflowing. Auto-conversion engaged.

[MP Overflow converted to +100 M.ATK.]

[New Passive Unlocked: Divine Desire – Boosts all Lust-based skills when interacting with beings of celestial alignment.]

Her eyes— They widened for a second.

I thought she’d pull away. Thought she’d spit it out. Thought we’d both freeze in horror at what we just did.

But she didn’t.

She swallowed. All of it.

Every drop.

And my brain just… shut down for a second.

I lay there, panting.

Did I feel satisfied?

Hell yes.

Did my erection disappear?

Not even close.

In fact…

It only made things worse.

I looked down at her.

She was still there, licking the corner of her lips, blinking slowly like she was coming down from some divine trance. Her mouth was red and slick, and her expression wasn’t regret or shock—it was hunger.

She looked at me like she wasn’t done yet.

And I…

I wasn’t sure if I’d survive her.

There was no way in the nine hells I could hold myself back after that. Not when she stared up at me with flushed cheeks, messy hair, and her lips still wet from what she'd done. No fear. No hesitation.

And that was it.

I snapped.

Not violently. Not recklessly.

But with purpose. With fire.

I moved before either of us could speak, sweeping her up, pushing her back—gently but firmly—until her spine met the cave wall. Her legs wrapped around me instinctively, settling at my waist like she'd done this before in some other lifetime we both forgot.

My tentacles coiled around her—not holding her down, but holding her close. Like they couldn’t bear a single inch of distance between us now. My hands found her thighs, then her hips, then her back, guiding her into place with a kind of reverence I didn’t know I had left in me.

My breath came out ragged. My body trembled—not in weakness, but anticipation.

Adrenaline spiked hard through me, hotter than fire, stronger than wrath. My tails lashed once, reacting to the storm building inside. My eyes locked on hers, and hers… were the same. Unmoving. Steady. Full of heat, full of trust.

I shifted my hips, my body pressing closer, the thick weight of my arousal brushing against her wetness—real, undeniable, and ready.

She gasped—quiet but not afraid.

My core pulsed again, brighter now, and I let out a slow, primal grunt as I whispered into her ear, “This is your first time… isn’t it?”

She nodded once, cheeks burning, her voice soft, breathless. “Yes. But… I’ll be fine.”

I paused.

“Puriel…” I murmured. “You’re a goddess. This could—”

“I’ll be fine,” she repeated, her fingers curling around the back of my neck. “I want this. I want you.”

Gods.

That was it.

That was all I needed to hear.

“Right,” I whispered back, brushing my nose along her jaw. “Then I’ll try to be gentle.”

I adjusted again, and this time—my body aligned with hers, perfectly. I could feel the heat of her, the slick readiness, the sheer impossibility that she, Puriel, goddess of chastity, was ready for me. Welcoming me in.

My hips pushed forward.

And the moment I entered her?

We both cried out.

Her moan was soft, shaky, overwhelmed.

Mine?

It was loud. Groaning, demonic, completely feral. It tore through the cave like thunder, echoing in waves.

Because she was tight. So tight. Every inch of her gripped me like her body wasn’t built for this—but wanted it anyway. The heat. The pressure. The unbelievable sweetness of being inside her for the first time.