I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 126: Fight it all you want - r18

Julian gestured to the bed with a wave of his hand, and she took a step forward. Her eyes darted to her husband, the viscount who remained on the floor. His head was bowed in defeat.

She felt guilt for the pain she knew he was feeling, but she had to focus on their survival. With one last look, she turned and made her way to the bed.

Her legs felt like they were made of metal as she climbed onto the velvety mattress, her eyes never leaving Julianʼs. His cock stood tall and proud.

Julianʼs eyes darkened as he watched her approach, his hunger for her submission growing with every moment that passed.

”Ride me,” Julian said, his voice a command that seemed to resonate through the very air.

The viscountess swallowed hard. Her hands reached for his shoulders to steady herself. She positioned herself over his hips, his cock pressing against her pussy.

Her eyes darted back to her husbandʼs, the viscountʼs gaze a storm of pain and anger.

Julianʼs hand reached down gripping her thigh, urging her to lower herself on his cock. She took a deep breath and began to lower herself, the viscountʼs eyes never leaving hers.

Julianʼs cock parted her pussy folds, and she felt him push into her with a slow and deliberate pressure. Her body resisted, her muscles tightening around him, but she knew she had to go through with this.

With a final resistance gone, she slid down onto Julianʼs cock.

”Ahh,” the viscountess gasped as she sat fully on Julianʼs cock, his cock buried deep inside her.

Julianʼs eyes narrowed in satisfaction as he felt her wetness envelop him completely.

”Good girl,” he murmured.

The viscountess began to move her hips, each motion fueled by anger rather than passion. The viscount watched from the floor, his heart breaking anew with every thrust.

Julianʼs hands gripped her hips as he guided her movements. His cock filled her completely, and despite her hatred for him, she could not deny the of pleasure that bloomed within her.

Her body betrayed her as it responded to his cock despite her mindʼs protests. Each time she rode him, the feeling grew more intense and she could feel her own arousal blooming.

The viscountess glanced at her husband and the guilt in her grew heavier with every moan of pleasure she couldnʼt hold back.

Yet, she could not tear her gaze away from Julianʼs smug smile which fed her anger, fueling her need to fight back.

Julianʼs eyes remained locked on hers. Each time she slammed down onto his cock, she felt a twisted satisfaction in the power she had to make him feel something.

Her eyes searched his as if she was looking for any sign of weakness, but all she found was never ending hunger for her submission.

Her heart ached with every moan of pleasure she could not contain, the guilt of her bodyʼs response to Julianʼs touch was like a dagger in her heart.

She knew her husband could see the conflict within her, the war between her mind and body.

With a fierce determination, she clenched her internal muscles around Julianʼs cock, trying to regain control of her own pleasure.

Julianʼs eyes widened in surprise before a smirk tugged at his lips.

”Fight it all you want, my dear,” he said, his voice a dark whisper. ”But in the end, you will always belong to me.”

Suddenly, Julianʼs grip on her hips tightened, and with a swift move, he rolled her over placing her on her back.

The viscountess gasped as she felt his weight over her, his cock still deep inside her.

Julian leaned down ”You will learn to love it,” he murmured, his breath hot against her cheek.

With that, he began to fuck her with a ferocity that stole her breath. The viscountessʼs nails dug into the bed, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to withhold the sensation of him claiming her so brutally.

But she couldnʼt escape the feeling of him stretching her, filling her completely as his hips slapped against her with a relentless rhythm.

Julian leaned down. ”Your pussy is so good,” he said.

The viscountess clenched her teeth as her body responded despite her mindʼs rejection of his words.

Her nails dug into the bed as Julianʼs hips thrusted into her, each thrust hitting a spot deep within that made her arch her back, a silent scream building in her throat.

The viscount watched, his eyes complete with defeat. His once proud stance had crumbled in despair as he witnessed his wifeʼs degradation.

Julianʼs dominance had left him powerless and he was nothing but a mere spectator to his own cuckolding.

Julian leaned down, his voice a seductive whisper against the viscountessʼs ear, ”Look at your husband.”

His words were a knife stabbing in her heart, but she obeyed, her gaze shifting to the man who had once been her lover.

The viscountʼs pain was etched on his face. Their eyes met, and in that moment, she saw not just his grief, but also his understanding that this was their fate.

The viscountess felt a tear slip down her cheek as she took in her husbandʼs broken expression.

Julianʼs smile grew wider, his eyes shining with victory.

He continued fucking her, his each thrust hard and rough that sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her moans grew louder, the pleasure she felt from his touch mixing with the anger and humiliation.

Julianʼs thrusts grew even deeper. His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and sucking them as he claimed her body. She could not help but arch into his touch, her nails digging into the bed.

Julianʼs eyes narrowed in satisfaction at her response, his smile turning cruel as he whispered, ”Youʼre mine now.”

The viscountessʼs body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around his cock as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm. She bit her lip trying her all to hold it back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

Julian seemed to sense her struggle and increased his pace, his eyes never leaving hers.

”Ahh,” she moaned, unable to keep the sound in as the pleasure grew too intense.

Julianʼs grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more irregular as he approached his own climax.

The viscount who was watching from the floor, felt a surge of anger and despair as he heard his wifeʼs pleasure.