I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Sylvia wore emerald green, her narrow waist flowing to those powerful hips.

Elvina’s choice was pale pink, almost innocent in color but obscene in its transparency. Her generous curves were on full display—large breasts that swayed with each movement, wide hips, thick thighs. Her hair was loose and wild around her shoulders.

Ellie wore white, making her look almost angelic despite the obvious sensuality of the garment. Her petite frame was delicate but perfectly proportioned, her small breasts and slender waist giving her an ethereal quality.

Julian’s smile widened as memories flooded back. These were the four noblewomen he had taken a liking to during a party back in Ares kingdom. All four had been married to other men, respectable nobles with wealth and status.

And all four had been willing to risk everything to come to him.

“Ladies,” Julian said, his voice warm with appreciation and desire. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

The four women exchanged glances, and Cecilia stepped forward. “We thought you might be lonely, dear,” she said, her voice carrying that familiar mix of aristocratic breeding and barely suppressed need. “After all, you’ve been back for only a day. Surely you haven’t forgotten about us?”

“Forget you?” Julian’s eyebrow rose. “That would be impossible. I remember each of you very well.”

His gaze traveled over them slowly, deliberately, taking in every detail. “I remember your taste, Cecilia. The sounds you make when you’re close to climax.”

Cecilia’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushing.

“I remember your strength, Sylvia,” Julian continued, his attention shifting. “How you like it rough. How you challenged me to dominate you completely.”

Sylvia’s eyes darkened with desire, her hands clenching at her sides.

“I remember your enthusiasm, Elvina,” Julian’s voice dropped lower. “How eager you were to please. How you’d do anything I asked without hesitation.”

Elvina bit her lip, her breathing quickening visibly.

“And I remember your innocence, Ellie,” Julian finished, looking at the petite woman. “How you looked up at me with those wide eyes while you learned to pleasure me. How quickly that innocence became wickedness.”

Ellie’s face flushed bright red, but she didn’t look away.

“So no,” Julian concluded, “I haven’t forgotten any of you. The question is—what exactly are you here for tonight?”

All four women moved closer, forming a semicircle around him. Their intent was clear in their eyes.

“Please us,” Sylvia said bluntly. “We’ve been patient. We’ve watched others get their reunions. We’ve heard the stories. And now we want ours.”

“All four of you?” Julian asked, though his smile suggested he wasn’t opposed to the idea. “Together?”

“We’ve shared you before,” Cecilia reminded him. “You took all four of us, remember?”

“I remember,” Julian confirmed, heat flooding through him at the memory. “I remember very clearly indeed.”

Elvina stepped forward, close enough now that Julian could smell her scent. “Then you remember how good we are together,” she said boldly. “How well we work to please you.”

“I do,” Julian agreed, reaching out to trail his fingers along her jaw. “And I’m very interested in seeing if you’ve improved your skills in my absence.”

The four women moved with synchronized purpose, as if they’d choreographed this moment.

“We have something special prepared,” Cecilia said, her voice taking on a husky quality.

“Oh?” Julian’s interest was piqued. “Do tell.”

“It’s better if we show you,” Sylvia replied, moving behind him. Her hands began working on his clothing, removing his outer robes.

Elvina and Ellie moved to either side, their hands joining Sylvia. Elvina worked on his belt while Ellie focused on the inner layers.

Within moments, they had him bare-chested, his robes pooled on the floor around his feet. The cool air of the room made his skin prickle, but the heat in the women’s eyes warmed him instantly. All four of them were looking at him with such hunger, such open desire, that Julian felt his body responding immediately.

Cecilia stepped back, giving herself space. Her hands moved to the thin straps of her sapphire nightdress, fingers hooking underneath. With agonizing slowness, she slid the straps down her shoulders, letting them fall down her arms. The sheer fabric clung to her breasts for a moment before she shifted, and it whispered down her body to pool at her feet.

She stood completely naked before him.

Her body was magnificent—even more so than he remembered. Big breasts that defied gravity, topped with rosy nipples that were already peaked with arousal. Her skin was flawless and smooth. A narrow waist that emphasized the generous flare of her hips. Long, shapely legs.

“We’re going to worship you,” Cecilia said, her voice steady despite the flush spreading across her chest.

Before Julian could respond, Sylvia’s hands left his body. He heard the whisper of fabric and turned to see her emerald nightdress joining Cecilia’s on the floor.

Sylvia’s body was different from Cecilia’s but no less appealing. And soon, both Ellie and Elvina joined them, shedding their own robe.

Four naked women surrounded him now, each one beautiful in her own distinct way. Four different body types, four different aesthetics, all equally appealing.

“Lie down,” Cecilia commanded, gesturing to the massive bed. “On your back. Let us serve you.”

Her tone brooked no argument, and Julian found himself intrigued by the role reversal. Usually, he was the one giving commands. Allowing these four women to take control, to direct the encounter, would be a new experience.

He allowed himself to be guided to the bed, settling onto the silk sheets. The four women climbed up after him, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. They positioned themselves around his body—Cecilia near his head, Sylvia and Elvina flanking his sides, Ellie between his legs.

“We each have our specialty,” Elvina explained, her voice breathy with excitement. “Tonight, you get to experience all of them.”

Cecilia crawled forward, moving to straddle his chest. Her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his ribs, her weight settling comfortably. Her wet pussy hovered just above his face but not quite touching.

“I’ve mastered control,” she said. “Complete control over my body, my pleasure, my responses. I can cum on command, or hold back for hours. Whatever you desire.”