I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

He lined himself up and pressed the tip of his cock right against her soaked entrance.

Her eyes snapped open.

“Julian—wait…!” she gasped, breathless.

He didn’t. He slid the tip along her folds, dragging up and down, teasing her clit before dipping lower again. Her hips jerked instinctively, even as her voice trembled.

“I—I just came—I’m too sensitive—”

Julian leaned over her, his mouth near her ear.

“You’re perfect like this. Shaky. Ruined. Needing more.”

He pushed forward just enough to nudge her pussy lips, and she cried out, her hands flying to grip the edge of the table.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. “Julian… please…”

His eyes met hers, hungry and wild.

“Please what, Queen?” he asked, the tip of his cock slipping just inside—stretching her open ever so slightly.

She moaned, her hips betraying her as they lifted toward him, desperate and soaked.

“Please… fuck me.”

Julian didn’t wait another second.

He plunged in.

Her scream echoed off the stone walls as his cock split her open in one deep, brutal thrust.

“FUCK—Julian!”

Her back arched off the table, hands flying up to claw at his arms, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure. Her pussy clenched down around him, trying to keep him in, even as she gasped from the overwhelming stretch.

“Gods—you’re so fucking big,” she cried out.

Julian gritted his teeth and started to move. He pulled back, slow, then slammed back in, making her whole body jolt on the table.

“You wanted this,” he growled into her neck, “you begged for it. Look at you now—soaked and stuffed like a desperate whore.”

“Y-Yes!” she moaned, nails dragging down his back, “Yes, yes—don’t stop!”

He fucked her harder, relentless now, the table creaking beneath them. Her moans grew louder, more unhinged with each thrust. Her legs were shaking, eyes rolling back as his cock reached deeper, invading places inside her no one ever had.

“Mmmhh—J-Julian, gods—yes—yes, fuck, right there!”

He smirked, his breath hot against her mouth. “Right there?” he repeated, slamming into that exact spot over and over.

Her voice cracked into sobs of pleasure. “Fuck—you’re going to make me cum, I can’t—I can’t—”

“You can,” he grunted. “You will. Cum all over my cock, Queen. Show me how much you love being ruined.”

Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as her climax slammed into her like lightning, her pussy fluttering violently around him. Her juices gushed out, soaking his thighs and the table below.

“Mmmhh—fuckfuckfuck, JULIAN!”

He didn’t stop.

If anything, he pounded her harder.

He wanted everything, everything she could give him.

Her soaked pussy swallowed him over and over, each thrust wetter, filthier, more desperate than the last. Her legs clung around his waist, shaking, twitching, toes curling with each slam of his hips.

Her moans were half-broken, half-choked, words lost to the overwhelming wave of sensation. “Julian—ah! F-fuck, yes—yes, please—don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Her head fell back, eyes rolling, mouth open. Her hair was wild, her body sweat-slicked and glistening in the candlelight, nipples rock-hard and bouncing with every thrust.

Julian growled into her ear, completely taken over by heat.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?”

Thrust.

“Fuckin’ drenched for me.”

Thrust.

“Your royal cunt’s swallowing my cock like it’s all it knows.”

She sobbed. Loud, needy, shameless.

“Yes, Julian! Please—yes—just like that, ruin me, fuck—ruin me!”

He pushed her hips closer, slamming even deeper. The sound of their bodies—skin slapping, pussy squelching, table creaking—was loud, lewd and music to them.

Her third orgasm had just finished—but he was already dragging her to a fourth, harder, meaner, impossible.

“Again… Can’t—can’t take it,” she whimpered.

“You will, You fucking will.”

And she did.

Her scream tore through the room like thunder as she broke. Her pussy exploded, gushing so hard it soaked the edge of the table and dripped to the stone floor below.

Julian bit back a moan, his hips stopping for a breath as she gripped him, tighter, harder. He was close now, so fucking close. He leaned down, lips brushing hers.

“You feel that? That twitch?” he whispered, his cock throbbing inside her. “I’m gonna fill this royal cunt up so good, you’ll still be leaking tomorrow.”

“Do it,” she moaned, hips grinding up into his. “Cum inside me. Claim me—fill me, Julian!”

He let go.

With a low grunt, Julian slammed into her one last time—and then his body tensed, spurting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her pussy.

Her mouth fell open in a breathless moan as she felt every pulse of his release inside her, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“Fuck, fuck,” he groaned, his whole body shaking.

But he didn’t stop.

Even as he emptied himself inside her, he kept thrusting, slower now, messier—pushing his cum deeper, mixing it with her own. Her thighs trembled violently, her moans turning to breathless, helpless gasps.

Julian finally leaned back to watch the mess. His cum leaked out, dripping down her thighs and pooling beneath her on the table.

Her body twitched. Her chest heaved. Her lips were parted in a soft whimper, dazed and wrecked.

And still, she looked up at him.

Eyes half-lidded. Smiling.

“Gods…” she whispered weakly. “That was—divine.”

Julian chuckled darkly, brushing a strand of hair from her sweaty cheek.

“We’re not done, Queen.”

Her breath hitched.

“Oh?”

Without a word, he gripped her waist and flipped her over like she weighed nothing, planting her face-down onto the table. A small gasp escaped her lips as her cheek met the cool surface, and she instinctively arched her back, raising her ass for him, offering it up like a feast.

“Mmh… Julian,” she whipered, dazed and needy.

Her legs parted wider, her soaked folds dripping, and Julian positioned himself behind her. His cock, still achingly hard, nudged at her entrance again.

But not yet.

Instead, he dragged the tip up her clit, teasing and tormenting. Then he slapped her ass—smack— the sound echoing in the room.