I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 478: Taking Aryl - r18 (Final)

Her voice was barely above a whisper. ”Iʼm yours, Your Grace. Take me.”

Julianʼs cock twitched violently as he took a deep breath, his eyes darkening with hunger. He didnʼt rush. Instead, he leaned in close, letting his breath tease over her aroused skin.

”Hmmm...”

His fingers slid between her legs, gently brushing over the slick folds of her pussy.

”Y...Your...Grace...” Arylʼs breath hitched, small moans trembling from her lips as he circled around, teasing her sensitive flesh.

Then, his touch grew firmer, inserting two fingers inside her warm, tight entrance, slowly stretching her open. Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering as her pussy clenched around him.

”Fuck... More… mhhhm… please…”

”Such a tease,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

His hands tightened on her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he spread her wider, exposing her fully. Arylʼs pulse raced, her wetness pooling deeper, aching for more of his touch.

Without warning, he grabbed her legs with surprising strength and lifted them higher. Her eyes widened as he bent her knees, then pushed them back until her knees touched the bed beside her head.

Her pussy was wide open, dripping, and completely exposed to him.

”Perfect,” Julian muttered, eyes locked on her perfect cunt.

His cock twitched again, the thick tip brushing her entrance, smearing his cum against her soaked slit.

She shivered under him, panting, desperate.

He leaned over her, pushing her legs further. The stretch made her gasp, her back arched and pinned.

Then he slammed into her.

”Ahhh....” A strangled cry tore from her throat as he buried himself completely in one brutal thrust. Her pussy wrapped around him tightly, squeezing every inch.

Julian didnʼt wait. He pulled back and drove into her again.

Again.

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The bed rocked beneath them with each savage thrust. Her cries broke from her lips like music, each one louder than the last.

”Ahhh—ahh... fuck—yes!” Aryl moaned, her voice rising with every punishing stroke. Her fingers gripped the sheets tight, knuckles white as he pounded into her folded body, her knees nearly touching her ears.

Slap.

His palm came down on her thigh, followed by another stinging smack on her ass.

”Ahhh!” she yelped, her voice trembling with pain tangled in pleasure.

”Y-Yes! Fuck—donʼt stop! Yes, Your Grace—harder!”

Julian grinned above her, drenched in sweat. ”You take it so well, donʼt you?” he growled, leaning forward, driving his cock even deeper. ”This is where you belong—right here, moaning under me.”

”Ahhh—yes, right there!” Aryl cried out, her moans becoming desperate, high-pitched. ”F-fuck! Your cock—itʼs so deep, Your Grace!”

Her cries came faster, broken.

”A-ahh—ahh—yes! More! Yes!”

Julian grunted, each word from her mouth spurring him on, hips slamming into hers mercilessly.

”Louder,” he growled, his hand wrapping around her throat gently, pressing just enough to make her breath hitch. ”Let the whole fucking castle hear you scream my name.”

”Gra—ahhh! F-fuck me! Yes, yes—ahhh, Your Grace, so good!” She cried, her body trembling violently beneath him as the pressure inside her coiled.

Meanwhile, beside them, Shayla lay breathless, but her eyes remained wide.

She had never seen her daughter take it like this.

The way Arylʼs body moved, the sounds spilling from her lips, the way she clung to Julian like she was made to be used—it was raw. Brutal. Beautiful.

Shaylaʼs thighs pressed together as another orgasm began building within her.

Her gaze flicked to the Marquis, who sat silently on his seat. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes fixed on the scene playing out before him.

Even he looked stunned.

Shayla saw it—the surprise in his eyes, the flicker of something deeper.

Pride? Disbelief? Jealousy?

She wasnʼt sure. But it thrilled her.

Their daughter was being broken open before them, and not one of them could look away.

Shaylaʼs eyes flicked back to Julian and Aryl—and she couldnʼt look away.

She was impressed.

The Archduke moved with such expertise, his body pinning Aryl in a position Shayla had never even imagined—not even in her wildest, filthiest dreams. He folded and twisted her at just the right angle, enough to reach her deepest part.

And Aryl? She took it without a care. Her moans came in sharp, broken gasps, her eyes rolled back, and there was drool at the corner of her mouth.

Shayla bit her lip, the heat between her thighs flaring again.

Her hand slid down her belly, slipping lower, fingers aching to ease the throbbing need growing stronger with every thrust she watched.

But just as her fingertips brushed against her soaked entrance, she caught something in the corner of her eye.

Vigg.

For a heartbeat, doubt flickered through her, then slowly, her hesitation vanished.

Slowly, she pushed herself up from the bed, knees weak but desire driving her movements. The cool air hit her skin, making her nipples harden, aching for attention.

Julianʼs thrusts faltered for a moment, his gaze snapping to Shayla.

Without hesitation, Shayla leaned closer, her fingers reaching out to tug the archdukeʼs head down—guiding him to her breasts.

Julian smiled, his lips parting to suck and lick her swollen nipples. His tongue traced slow, teasing circles that sent sparks racing through her.

Arylʼs own moans paused as she watched with a mix of shock and arousal.

Shayla slipped her hands into Julianʼs hair, reveling in the way his mouth hungrily devoured her curves.

He picked the pace of his thrusts back up, each brutal slam driving deeper into Arylʼs stretched, burning heat. Her body trembled violently as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her.

Her eyes fluttered shut, mouth open in a silent scream. The tension in her body spiked tighter, every nerve screaming in delicious agony.

Then, without warning, the pressure suddenly snapped.

Arylʼs whole body shuddered violently, muscles clenching and trembling as a furious, shattering orgasm tore through her. Her cries broke free, loud and desperate, filling the room.

Julian groaned low, his own breath ragged, feeling her walls tighten and pulse around him. He drove into her deeper, riding out the storm.