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Sloth and his tongue swirled in my heat as I rocked against his face, demanding more. Greed’s hands were on my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers. Pride kissed me like it was his last, our tongues battling each other. Envy’s tongue traced a path up my stomach while Lust’s teeth nipped at my neck, hands massaging my shoulders.

That just left?—

“Sloth, move over and let G finish what he started. Rude of us to interrupt like that.”

Sloth jerked at Lust’s directive, head popping up from between my legs, his eyes glazed with heat and his mouth slick with moisture fromme. He grinned and hopped off the table, giving room to Gluttony.

Who stood there, still clutching his pants to his hips, looking caught between rage and helplessness.

“Má ton Día, G, fuck her or I will!” Lust snarled, leaving his place beside and stalking up to Gluttony.

I tensed, expecting a fight.

Instead Gluttony exploded into action, throwing his hands out to the side. An invisible force flipped me over on my stomach, and rage built in my veins. Magick pooled, thick and indignant. Was this my own sin building?

I didn’t care.

“No, you will look at me while you fuck me!” I roared.

Magick flared as I broke his, turning over on my back again. Shock and surprise registered in his features, and awe was on the faces of the others. I didn’t care. I only saw him.

I was Wrath, and Wrath was me.

I stared directly in his eyes and sat up, reaching out and burying my fist in his shirt. My feet found the cold marble floor and I pushed him backwards, both of us walking. His pants dropped to the floor forgotten as we continued our stare down, neither of us flinching.

The back of his knees hit a padded bench and he sat instinctively. I didn’t give him time to react as I climbed on top of him and impaled myself.

“Nice,” said Greed from behind me.

I ignored them all, Gluttony my sole focus.

His hands came to my hips and dug in.

I rode him hard.

“Yes...” I hissed, his head falling back in pleasure. My own orgasm built as I rode his cool, hard dick, taking what I wanted and what he was too afraid to give.

I felt rather than saw the others close in around us.

Good. I wanted them to watch.

My thrusts grew more frantic and harder as I worked my hips against his pelvis, his grip on my hip bones bruising.

“Yes...oh gods,” I whimpered, so fucking close–

“AH!”

My inner muscles spasmed around him as I came hard, and he cried out as hands ripped his hands from my hips, and new ones held me in place.

Gluttony came hard as Pride took Gluttony’s hands in his, and Lust held me in place on top of him. What was going on?

CRACK.

Pride flinched and hissed in pain as Gluttony broke his hands, bones snapping and crunching.

I recoiled backwards into Lust’s chest. “Oh my god! Are you ok? I–”

“Fine!’ Pride grit out, letting go of Gluttony’s hands. His own snapped back together with another crunching sound, his face relaxing as everything snapped back into place.