I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Julian’s tongue worked with skilled precision, swirling and flicking just at the right place, each movement sending waves of pleasure and spiritual energy crashing through her.

“Nngh… so good!” she cried, her body quivering beneath him as the room glowed brighter with the intensity of their intimacy.

Julian’s own moan was muffled against her skin, his hunger evident in his touch. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as his tongue delved deeper, teasing her folds before returning to her clit.

“It’s… too much!” Mei’er gasped, her voice breaking.

Her dantian fluttered violently with each flick of his tongue, the relentless pleasure overwhelming her virgin body. It was just too much and she felt something snapping inside her.

“Brother Monk, something is… ahhh!” she cried, her body trembling as her mind blanked.

“Let it go, Mei’er,” he murmured, his voice vibrating through her pussy and drawing a loud “Mmmhh!” from her. “Give in to the feeling… mmm.”

Mei’er did as he told, relaxing, and her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami.

“Ohhh, Brother Monk!” she screamed, her legs tightening around his head. Her thighs quivering as a gush of juices flooded Julian, soaking his lips and chin.

Her Qi surged violently, as if responding to her orgasm and the just solidified fourth stage of Core Formation began to explode to the fifth-stage.

Julian pulled back slightly, a wicked smile curving his mouth as he watched her. Her pussy glistened and her body trembled with aftershocks.

“Magnificent, Mei’er,” he murmured, his voice thick with both pride and desire. His hands caressed her thighs, soothing her and the Qi inside her dantian finally calmed down.

Mei’er’s eyes fluttered open, her breath still ragged as she gazed at him in awe. “Brother Monk… I… ohhh, I’ve never felt this,” she whispered, her body still tingling from the dual climax of body and spirit.

“You’ve broken through twice, Mei’er,” Julian growled, his lips brushing her ear. “Our sacred union is your power… mmm, do you crave more?”

His fingers hovered near her still-sensitive pussy, teasing without touching.

“Ohhh! Yes, Brother!” Mei’er whimpered, her eyes wild with desire and ambition. “Mmmh… give me everything!”

With a smile that was both sinful and saintly, Julian stood before lying back on the bed. Her face was damp, her hair sticking to her skin like glue.

He reached out, caressing her cheeks with a tender touch, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

She blushed, her breath still uneven, and whispered, “What now, Brother? What’s the next step?”

“It’s time for you to worship me now, Mei’er,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

Her eyes remained locked on his, and she nodded, determination flashing in her eyes. Her trembling hands moved, reaching for his cock.

Her fingers caressed him through his robe, tentative but eager, and she whispered, “Like this?”

“Mmm… yes” Julian moaned in pleasure as he watched the young girl slowly gain confidence.

“Get comfortable,” he instructed, his voice a soothing growl.

Mei’er nodded, her slender fingers trembling in anticipation. She knelt beside him and reached for his robe. With a sharp exhale, she tugged his trousers down and her eyes widened as his cock sprang free, thick, hard and proud.

“Ohhh… heavens,” she whispered, her lips parting in awe. “It’s… so big…”

Julian let out a soft chuckle, his cock twitching under her gaze. “The path of cultivation… is reflected in the practitioner,” he said, making her cheeks burn hotter.

She leaned closer, the heat of him like a needle against her flushed skin. Her fingers hovered hesitantly over his length before finally touching it—just a caress, but enough to make her moan softly at sensation.

Everything about it was mesmerizing—the warmth, the veins, the length.

“It’s so… hard,” she whispered, running her fingertips down his length.

Gathering her courage, she wrapped her hands around his length, gasping as she felt its girth. Her hands weren’t enough to fully surround it, and Julian’s smile widened, his pleasure spiking at her innocence.

He had always been surrounded by mature, experienced women, so a girl like Mei’er, fresh and eager, was a delightful change.

“Yes… just like that,” he encouraged, his voice shaky as she gave it one tentative stroke.

Mei’er looked at his face, searching for any sign of discomfort, but all she saw was pleasure—and a shy smile bloomed on her lips. She bit her lips, her confidence growing with every moan he gave her.

“Mmm… Brother Monk,” she whispered, her voice a seductive tease, “am I… doing it right?”

Her strokes grew bolder and her other hand joined in, gliding over his slick cock.

Julian groaned, his head falling back. Her touch wasn’t expert—but it was eager, intoxicating and innocent. “Perfect, Mei’er. Keep going…”

Her own pleasure spiked with each stroke, her pussy burning fiercer with fresh desire. Her meridians sang, the fifth stage of Core Formation further strengthened by this act of worship.

Julian’s moans mingled with hers, encouraging her as he remained lost in his haze of pleasure. “You’re doing beautifully, Mei’er. Feel our Qi… mmm, let your worship be your strength.”

Mei’er’s hands moved faster, her eyes locked on Julian’s, seeking his approval with every moan, every gasp.

“Brother Monk,” she whispered, leaning closer, “can I ask you something?” Her eyes flicked between his cock and his face, a mix of curiosity and shy desire.

“Yes…” Julian managed to utter, his voice strained with pleasure.

“Is this going to be… inside me?” Mei’er asked shyly, her cheeks flushing as she glanced at his length.

Julian chuckled softly, his pleasure momentarily overshadowed by her innocence. “Yes, it is,” he said, his eyes now glinting mischievously, no longer hiding the fire within.

Mei’er gasped, her fingers tightening around him. “Can it… fit?” she whispered, her lips barely forming the words.

Julian’s smile widened, his restraint slipping as he embraced the moment. He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he reached out, grabbing her gently and flipped her onto the soft bed.

“Brother Monk!” Mei’er whimpered, her heart hammering as she landed on her back,