I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 448: Marquis of Ravenswood - r18

”Father… I—” she started, her voice soft, almost pleading, but the Marquis raised his hand and silenced her.

Shaylaʼs head turned slightly, her lips still close to Viggʼs throat, her hand never pausing its rhythmic strokes on his throbbing cock.

”Come, Aryl,” she coaxed. ”Your brother needs us both. Show him how much you love him.” Her thumb circled the tip of Viggʼs cock again, drawing a choked moan from him.

Aryl hesitated, her fingers twisting in the sheets, but her eyes locked on Viggʼs flushed face, his body trembling under their motherʼs touch.

”Vigg… do you want me to?” she whispered, her lips parting as she leaned closer. Her hand reached out, tentative, brushing against his thigh, her touch cold against his fevered skin.

Viggʼs eyes snapped open, wide and glassy, caught between shame and the overwhelming heat of his motherʼs hands.

”Aryl,” he gasped, his voice raw, ”I… I donʼt know if we should.” But his hips bucked again, betraying his words, his cock pulsing under Shaylaʼs relentless grip.

”It feels… Motherʼs hands are so warm, so tight… and now you…” His words trailed off into a broken whimper as Arylʼs fingers trailed higher, grazing the base of his shaft where Shaylaʼs hand still worked.

”Shh, my sweet boy,” Shayla purred, her lips brushing Viggʼs ear as she guided Arylʼs hand to join hers. ”Let your sister feel you too. Let us both claim you.”

Her voice was a seductive command, her fingers intertwining with Arylʼs, showing her how to stroke, how to tease.

Arylʼs touch was hesitant at first, but grew bolder, her fingers wrapping around Viggʼs cock alongside her motherʼs, their combined warmth sending a shudder through his entire body.

”Brother… I want to make you feel good,” Aryl murmured, her voice soft but laced with a growing hunger. ”Like Mother does.”

She pressed a tentative kiss to his skin, her hand moving in sync with Shaylaʼs.

The Marquisʼs lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile, his eyes burning as he watched his wife and daughter bind their son to them.

”Shayla,” he said, his voice slicing through the moans and gasps filling the chamber, ”your mouth is acting too much.”

His gaze bore into her, a silent command to rein in her words and focus on the act.

Shaylaʼs hand paused for a heartbeat, her fingers still wrapped around Viggʼs throbbing cock. She met the Marquisʼs stare, her lips curving into a submissive yet defiant smile.

”Forgive me, my lord,” she purred, ”but our boy needs his motherʼs voice to guide him.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing Viggʼs ear, her breath hot and teasing. ”Donʼt you, my sweet boy? Tell me how my hands feel, how they pull you apart.”

Viggʼs chest heaved, his body trembling under the combined touch of his mother and sister. ”Mother… your hands,” he gasped, ”theyʼre so tight, so warm… like theyʼre claiming every part of me.”

His eyes fluttered shut, a whimper escaping as Shaylaʼs thumb resumed its slow, torturous circling of his cockʼs tip, spreading the slickness further.

Arylʼs fingers, still tentative, followed her motherʼs rhythm, her touch growing bolder as she stroked Viggʼs shaft alongside Shayla. Her lips lingered on his chest, her tongue tracing a slow path downward.

”Brother,” she whispered, ”youʼre so hard… does it feel good when we touch you like this?” Her breath was warm against his skin, her kisses growing hungrier, inching closer to where their hands worked in unison.

Shaylaʼs eyes flicked back to the Marquis, a silent plea for approval, before she leaned closer to Vigg. ”Go on, my love, let your sister taste you now,” she urged, guiding Arylʼs head lower until her lips hovered near Viggʼs cock.

Her fingers tightened around him, squeezing it slightly, as Arylʼs lips parted, her breath teasing the sensitive tip.

The Marquis leaned back in his chair, his eyes burning with a dark satisfaction.

Arylʼs lips trembled as they brushed the tip of Viggʼs cock, the contact sending a jolt through his already quivering body. Encouraged by Shaylaʼs guiding hand, she parted her lips further, taking him into her mouth with a hesitant but growing hunger.

Her tongue swirled slowly, tasting the slick arousal that coated him, her soft moan vibrating against his skin.

”Brother,” she murmured, her voice muffled ”Iʼm feeding you now…” Her eyes flicked up to meet Viggʼs searching for approval as she sucked gently, her lips tightening around him.

Viggʼs head fell back, a strangled groan escaping his throat as Arylʼs warmth enveloped him.

”Aryl… your mouth,” he gasped. ”Itʼs so soft… so wrong, but… I canʼt…” His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing deeper into her mouth, his hands clutching the sheets as if to anchor himself against the tide of sensation.

”Mother, Aryl… youʼre both… tearing me apart.”

Shaylaʼs smile was a mix of pride and possession, her hand still stroking the base of Viggʼs cock.

”Thatʼs it, my sweet girl,” she purred as she leaned close, her breasts pressing against Viggʼs side. ”Feed your brother. Show him how our family binds together.”

Her thumb grazed the sensitive skin where her hand met Arylʼs lips, a teasing touch that made Vigg shudder harder. ”Doesnʼt your sisterʼs mouth feel good, Vigg? Tell us how much you love it.”

Viggʼs breath came in ragged pants, his body trembling as Arylʼs lips slid further down his shaft.

”Itʼs… too much,” he whimpered, his voice barely audible.

His eyes darted to the Marquis, seeking mercy or judgment, but found only the manʼs burning gaze, unyielding and satisfied.

The Marquisʼs fingers tapped lightly on the arm of his chair, his lips curling into a deeper smile.

”Good,” he said, his voice low and approving. ”Our blood belongs to each other. Show him, Aryl. Make him yours.”

Viggʼs moans grew desperate, his body arching off bed as Arylʼs mouth worked with a hunger that matched her motherʼs relentless strokes.

Shaylaʼs hand tightened further, urging him toward the edge.

”Thatʼs it, my sweet boy,” she whispered. ”Let it all go for us. Show your mother and sister how much youʼre ours.”