I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“Julian—too much—don’t stop—please!” Isabel’s cries became desperate, her strength no match for the overwhelming pleasure.

When her second orgasm hit, Julian finally let himself go. He slammed deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and came with a ragged groan.

“Fuck, Isabel!” His shaft throbbed hard inside her, pulsing in thick, hot spurts that flooded her core.

For a long moment, they all simply breathed, tangled together on the bed. Then Julian carefully withdrew from Isabel, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. A thick ribbon of their mingled release followed, dripping filthily onto the sheets beneath.

Her pussy gaped for a heartbeat before it slowly closed, still pulsing with aftershocks. Julian then turned to Lisa, eyes dark with renewed hunger.

“Don’t think I’m done with you,” he said with a wicked smile.

Lisa’s eyes widened. “Already?”

“Yes?” Julian replied, and indeed he was already hardening again. “My stamina is… considerable.”

What followed were hours of thorough, devoted attention. Julian made love to both women repeatedly, sometimes together, sometimes individually. He took Lisa from behind while she kissed Isabel. He had Isabel ride him while Lisa sat on his face. He positioned them both on their hands and knees and alternated between them, driving them both to the edge repeatedly.

He explored every inch of their bodies with his hands, his mouth, and his entire being. He made them cum again and again until they were sobbing with pleasure, their bodies trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction.

When he finally slowed, the light outside had shifted toward evening. All three of them lay tangled together on the bed, sweaty, exhausted, and thoroughly satisfied.

Lisa was curled against Julian’s right side, her head on his chest. Isabel was pressed against his left, her arm draped across his stomach.

“We should probably get up,” Lisa murmured eventually, though she made no move to do so. “Dinner will be soon.”

“Let them wait,” Isabel replied drowsily. “They can wait a few hours.”

As they lay there catching their breath, Isabel smiled wickedly. She propped herself up on one elbow, looking at Lisa.

“You know,” Isabel said, her voice still slightly breathless but carrying a teasing edge, “I think I made him groan louder than you did, Mother.”

Lisa’s eyes opened, her brow arching slightly. “Excuse me? I had him gripping the sheets so hard I thought he’d tear them.”

Julian felt a smile tugging at his lips.

“Ladies,” he said, amusement coloring his tone, “this isn’t a competition.”

“Everything is a competition,” Isabel replied, now sitting up fully. The movement caused the sheets to fall away, revealing her body—flushed, marked with love bites, and still gloriously appealing despite their recent activities. “And I distinctly remember you saying my name at least three times more than hers.”

“Quality over quantity,” Lisa countered smoothly, also sitting up. “And if we’re keeping score, he attended to me first.”

“That’s because I was being considerate and letting you go first,” Isabel shot back.

Julian watched them with growing amusement and renewed arousal. There was something incredibly appealing about two beautiful women arguing over who pleased him better—especially when those women were mother and daughter.

“You know,” he said thoughtfully, his hands moving to stroke along both their backs, “if you’re that concerned about who does it better, perhaps we should have a proper competition.”

Both women turned to look at him, interest sparking in their eyes.

“What kind of competition?” Lisa asked, her tone carefully neutral, though Julian could see the competitive fire building behind her composure.

“Well,” Julian said, sitting up between them, “we could test various… skills. See who can make me react more intensely. Who has better technique? Who can last longer?” His smile turned wicked. “The winner gets bragging rights and my undivided attention for an entire night.”

“Deal,” Isabel said immediately.

“Agreed,” Lisa added, though with more dignity. “Though I should warn you both—I have no intention of losing.”

“Big talk from someone who was screaming my name just minutes ago,” Julian teased, earning a blush from Lisa despite her obvious confidence.

“Then prove it,” Isabel challenged, moving to kneel before him. “Let’s start with something simple. Who can get you hard again faster?”

“I’m already hard,” Julian pointed out, which was true.

“Then who can make you cum faster?” Isabel said, her hand already wrapping around his length.

“Wait,” Lisa interjected, moving to join Isabel in front of him. “That’s not a fair test. Speed isn’t necessarily skill.”

“Fine,” Isabel conceded. “Then who can make him cum harder? More intensely.”

“Now that’s interesting,” Lisa agreed, her own hand joining Isabel’s, both women now kneeling between his legs.

What followed was an exhibition of skill and competitive spirit that left Julian breathless. Both women worked him with their hands and mouths, alternating and sometimes combining their efforts, each trying to outdo the other.

Isabel used her directness and aggression—deep, enthusiastic sucking that had Julian groaning within moments. Lisa countered with technique—her tongue doing things that made his eyes roll back.

“Watch this,” Isabel said, then took him deep into her throat, swallowing around him in a way that made Julian’s hips jerk involuntarily.

“Impressive,” Lisa acknowledged, “but can you do this?” She focused entirely on the sensitive head, her tongue flicking and swirling in patterns that had Julian’s hands fisting in the sheets.

They continued their sensual competition, each woman determined to prove she was superior. Julian, for his part, was thoroughly enjoying being the judge of this particular contest.

Then Lisa did something that changed the game entirely.

She pulled back from Julian and squeezed her breasts together, the soft flesh molding under her fingers. To Julian’s shock, pearly drops of milk beaded at her stiff nipples, swelling until they spilled down the curves of her tits.

“What—” Julian rasped, eyes locked on the erotic sight before him.

“Cultivation benefit,” Lisa purred, satisfaction curling her lips. “With enough control over our bodies, we can produce milk at will. I’ve been saving this particular skill for a special occasion.”