Seven Sins System Chapter 288. Morgana's Temptation I (Patreon)

Seven Sins System Chapter 288. Morgana's Temptation I

Her presence was like a heavy perfume that filled the room, a scent of temptation that tickled the senses. Her skin seemed to glow with an otherworldly radiance, an ethereal beauty that made it difficult to look away. It was a skill that she had mastered over centuries, the art of drawing attention and desire like a moth to a flame.

“That doesn't answer my question," I retorted, leaning back on the plush sofa. If Asmo loved to come to me for fun, then she came to me because she wanted to seduce me.

The problem was, if my sis was having a harem of incubi before, Morgana slept with whomever she wanted and had no interest in settling with anyone. One of her goals was to sleep with every high level demon she knew, including me and my dad. But being the possessive devil I was, I never wanted it. My dad also didn't want to sleep with her because he saw Morgana as a child. She also tried to sleep with Luci, but Luci refused. His pride was too high to share his woman.

“I told you I miss you,” Morgana said, her voice dripping with a mixture of innocence and sultriness. She struck a pose that was equal parts cute and seductive, a perfect balance that seemed tailored to drive any demon wild. The way she moved, every sway of her hips and flutter of her lashes, exuded an enchanting allure that was hard to resist.

But beneath that enticing exterior, I knew there was more to Morgana than met the eye. She was a succubus, after all, a being woven from shadows and desire. Her actions were driven by motives far deeper than mere physical attraction. And as much as I tried to remain unaffected by her presence, I couldn't deny the magnetic pull she had over me.

"So you simply just want a fuck from me?" I stated, cutting through the layers of flirtation with a directness that I knew would catch her off guard.

She laughed, a sound that danced like music through the air. "Well, you certainly know how to put it bluntly," she replied, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. There was a glint in her ruby eyes that spoke of secrets and mischief, a hint that she enjoyed the challenge I presented.

“That will never happen, Morgana. You know my rules," I stated firmly. Morgana's presence always seemed to ignite a mixture of annoyance and intrigue within me.

Her response was a coy smile, one that hinted at mischief and allure. "Oh, come on, Azrael. Just one time," she purred, her words laced with a tempting undertone. She sauntered closer, the swish of her black dress emphasizing her graceful movements. The dress clung to her figure in a way that left little to the imagination, a fact that she seemed to revel in.

I rolled my eyes, resisting the pull of her charms. "I don't share my woman," I reiterated, my tone unwavering.

Morgana let out a melodious laugh, a sound that echoed through the room like a musical chime. "Oh, Azrael. You're such a buzzkill," she teased, her eyes dancing with a mixture of amusement and something more mischievous. "I promise, I'll make it worth your while. A night with me is an experience like no other."

I shook my head, refusing to be swayed by her sweet words and tempting offers. "Just sleep with your brother already," I retorted, a touch of exasperation creeping into my voice. Asmo was Morgana's usual target for her affections, and their complicated relationship was well-known within our circle.

Her response was a dismissive wave of her hand. "I'm bored of him," she huffed, her lips curling into a playful smirk. Her gaze shifted to Julia, her eyes assessing and appraising. "And I don't mind an orgy," she added, her words dripping with innuendo.

"Then bug someone else. There are a lot of new high-level demons," I retorted, my patience wearing thin. Morgana had a way of getting under my skin like no other, her playful provocations a constant source of both frustration and intrigue.

She responded with an exasperated click of her tongue, her emerald eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Oh, come on. You know you're the only one with those unique tentacles," she purred, her tone dripping with innuendo.

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the heat that crept into my cheeks at her straightforward comment. "Why not take some male demons and go for a gangbang?" I shot back, my words laced with irritation.

Her laughter echoed through the room, a sound that was both melodic and infuriating. "Oh, Azrael. Always so serious," she teased, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "I already did. Three months ago on my birthday. I invited all the high-level demons, and trust me, we had quite the party." Her words were accompanied by a suggestive wink that made it clear just what kind of party she was referring to.

"But none of them have tentacles!" she complained dramatically, her expression a mixture of disappointment and feigned frustration. Her words were like a verbal volley aimed directly at me, and I couldn't deny that they had hit their mark.

Her face reddened, a telltale sign that her thoughts were wandering into more explicit territory. "Well, the dark centaur's cock is quite satisfying," she mused, her words accompanied by an almost sinful lick of her lips.

"How many demons who had fucked you that night?" I asked, my voice a mixture of disbelief and mild disgust. Morgana's carefree attitude toward her escapades never ceased to amaze me.

She responded with a casual shrug, her crimson hair cascading over her shoulder. "I lost count after a while," she admitted with a mischievous grin.

"Just give me an estimation, Morgana," I pressed, my curiosity getting the better of me despite my reservations.

She tilted her head thoughtfully, as if she were mentally sifting through a catalog of memories. "Hmm... Around a hundred or more?" she finally offered, her tone tinged with a mixture of surprise and nonchalance.

My eyebrows shot up in incredulity, and I struggled to hide my astonishment behind a facade of calm.

"Are you serious?" I asked, my disbelief evident in my tone.

Morgana chuckled, her laughter a musical melody that resonated through the air. "Oh, Azrael. You're always so taken aback by the things I say," she mused.

I ran a hand through my hair. "I just can't wrap my head around it," I admitted, my lips curling into a bemused smile. "A hundred demons? In one night?"

She shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "When you're as old as I am, you learn that life's too short to deny yourself pleasure," she remarked, her tone carrying an air of wisdom beyond her years.