Seven Deadly Sins Fanfiction Novels & Stories

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.

"Do whatever the fuck you want," "Nobody can see in, right?" I whispered, just to make sure before I let him wreck my throat. Damian wrapped his fingers around my neck, squeezing the sides as he forced me to look at him. The lust in his eyes was undeniable. Unadulterated. It sent shivers over my flesh, and it was joined by heat pumping through my veins. I never wanted anything more. “I wouldn't let you if you anyone could see," he confirmed, keeping his eyes on me as he unbuckled his belt with his free hand. I swallowed hard, my mouth watering as I struggled to control the urge to undo his pants quicker than he was.

"Y... You're my step brother, I can't do that." "Fine then. I can't wait to tell Mum and Dad." I turn to leave, but she grabbed my arm before I could reach the door. "I.. I'll do it. I'll get on my knees for you." She whispered softly, before sinking down onto the cold bathroom tiles. I almost groaned out loud at the sight of her on her knees for me. I’d been craving fucking that pretty little mouth for so long, but I’d held back because I thought she was innocent. Turns out my corrupted little stepsister had been a filthy pornstar this whole time, and now I was finally going to use her.

Why? What sin did I do to deserve such a heartless punishment? I loved a werewolf. Is love a sin? If so, God is the one to be punished for giving me the ability to love a beast. God, including your Moon Goddess, is the one to blame, not me or my baby. Mark my words, you will pay. You will pay for the slow death my baby and I are suffering now. You will regret the minute you left me to die, tied up here, on this tree.

I don't wait for revival, I steady one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock then slowly wrap my lips around the head. "Fuck." "Just like that." The validation gets me. Every. Damn. Time. **** There was some issue with chapter Seventeen. You may have delays reading the whole thing. I didn't want to upload it with this so the cost doesn't get too much. Apologies again!

Ha ha! "You...you are...not good. You broke up with me. I hate you!" I say so he thinks that I am dreaming and cursing Darin but that is not the case. Devin, a.k.a, devil will be the one whom I will ever curse to die and rot in hell.

I’ve had it. I draw the dagger back from the shadows and start to play with it in my hands while keeping my eyes on his face. I’m pretty sure that he got my silent message because he finally started to talk seriously again. “The seven princes are the avatars of the seven sins. Lucifer, the eldest, is the avatar of Pride. Mammon, the second, is the avatar of Greed. Third child, Leviathan, avatar of greed. Satan, the fourth, is wrath. Asmodeus, the fifth, is lust. Beelzebub, the sixth, gluttony. And last but not the least, Belphegor, the avatar of sloth.”

My head stung so much that I knew for sure it was bleeding. He bent to my level, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled it for me to look at him. "Lust is of the flesh. You desired another man other than me. You are disgusting" he said in a deadly tone. I shuddered, praying to heaven that I survived this. "I wasn't. He is just..." "Shut up!" he screamed in my face and I immediately kept shut. He grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me again.

“But more than that… you belong to me, Vivienne. The goddess showed you to me in visions. She wants you broken open and remade. By my hand.” I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into scarred skin as another orgasm built. “Then break me,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. Something dark and satisfied flashed in his eyes. He fucked me harder then, still controlled, but with a new edge of hunger. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and spilled inside me, whispering ancient words against my neck like a benediction. The others followed — each one filling me in turn until their cum leaked down my thighs and pooled on the marble beneath me.