I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

She barely had a chance to finish her sentence before Amir’s cold voice cut through the air with authority. “Do not make me repeat myself.”

A heavy silence followed his words. Dakota’s fist clenched at her side, the tension in her posture evident as she turned toward Julian. She took a step toward him, her expression cold and unwavering.

“Did I not say to not come outside?” she asked, her words filled with frustration and anger.

Julian stood tall and met her glare with a calmness that frustrated her further. “I couldn’t resist the pull,” he said. His voice was casual, but there was a flicker of mischief in his eyes, as though he enjoyed teasing her.

He glanced around, taking in the ritual and its intensity. “I didn’t know this tiny village was hiding something so interesting inside it.”

Dakota rolled her eyes, clearly not in the mood for his antics. “Shut up,” she said.

She stopped in front of him, and despite her frustration, there was something else beneath the surface—an undeniable tension between them.

She narrowed her eyes as she said, “Take off your clothes.”

Julian couldn’t help but chuckle at her command. He raised an eyebrow with a sly smile curling at the corners of his lips. “Why are you speaking like you do not know what we are about to do?”

Dakota’s face flushed slightly, her irritation growing, and she struggled to maintain her composure. She stood still for a moment, as if weighing her next move.

But Julian’s demeanor didn’t change. He leaned slightly forward, eyes never leaving hers, and with a mocking smile, he added, “I am not exactly someone who is shy about being part of a ritual, you know.”

Dakota gritted her teeth, trying to push down the mix of emotions swirling within her. Her body tensed up, but she maintained her composure. “Yeah, yeah.. I know,” she shot back.

Julian laughed, and without hesitation, he removed his clothes, standing naked before her. His cock stood proudly, already erect in anticipation.

Dakota’s irritation flared seeing the smug look on his face, but her resolve faltered for just a moment. Her gaze flickered downwards to his cock before snapping back up to meet his eyes.

Her breath caught in her throat, and despite her best efforts to remain composed, a flicker of desire flashed in her eyes.

She clenched her jaw, determined not to let him see the effect he was having on her. “You’re insufferable,” she said.

Amir’s voice rang out, loud and commanding. “Continue the ritual.”

At his command, the energy in the cavern surged once again, the ritual taking on an even more intense and chaotic rhythm.

In the center of the platform, Aria’s hand moved in a rhythm as she continued to stroke Harith’s cock. Around them, the chaos resumed, as the men and women resumed their intimate pleasuring.

Dakota turned toward Julian. Her hands reached out for him, her fingers wrapping around his cock, feeling the heat of him in her grasp. She stroked him with the same intensity as Aria had shown, her eyes locked onto his with a strange flicker of challenge still burning in her gaze.

“Yes…” Julian moaned softly, the sound escaping him freely and without control. The warmth of her hand sending waves of heat through his body.

The cavern was filled with moans and gasps as the ritual continued, its intensity deepening with each passing moment.

At the center of the platform, Aria’s actions became even bolder. She took Harith’s hands in hers and brought them to her breasts, urging him to participate in this intimate dance.

The villagers mirrored the action, their hands reaching out to touch, to claim, to repeat the sacred motions.

Dakota too followed the ritual’s pull, her hand still wrapped around Julian’s cock. With a swift motion, she moved closer to him, bringing his hands to her own breast.

Julian smiled as he cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples. Her body trembled at the sensation, and she couldn’t hold back a soft moan, “Mhhh…” escaping her lips.

The sound was barely audible, but the effect it had on the atmosphere was immediate. Above them, the aura surged violently, as if responding to the building intensity.

Waves of uncontrollable energy escaped free, crashing against the wall. The shadow that clung to Amir twisted and stretched, growing ever larger, feeding off the energy that swirled around them.

Dakota’s hands moved faster, her grip tightening around Julian as he groaned in response, the sensation of her touch driving him wild.

Amir’s voice rang out, commanding and intense. “Lagneia!” the chant echoing through the chamber.

Aria stopped her movements, and after a brief pause, climbed on top of Harith. The sight was repeated among the villagers as the men lay on the floor and the women took their place on top.

Aria’s gaze never wavered as she took Harith’s cock in her hand, guiding it slowly to her pussy. She paused for a moment, her eyes flicking to his face, before she sank down onto him. Her breath hitched as she took him fully inside.

Harith’s body trembled beneath Aria’s touch, his mind clouded with the overwhelming mixture of pleasure and submission. He had already surrendered to the ritual, no longer thinking, only feeling.

His focus shifted from betrayal, the terror and pain, to the sensations coursing through him, the warm pressure building as Aria moved above him.

Meanwhile, Dakota’s hands stilled on Julian’s cock as the intensity of the ritual seemed to reach its peak. Her breath quickened, and though her face remained neutral, the warmth in her body was already growing beyond her control.

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She nodded, and Julian smirked as he lay on the floor. Dakota shifted above him, his body tensing in muscles tense with anticipation. Her presence was commanding as she took control of the next phase of the ritual.

The villagers followed the motion, each pair moving in sync with the rhythm of the ritual.