I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Ellie followed suit, cleaning herself with her fingers and tongue. “We’re his,” she confirmed. “No one could doubt it now.”

Julian watched them through heavy-lidded eyes, still recovering from the overwhelming intensity of his release. Watching them clean themselves, tasting him, accepting his marking—it was incredibly erotic despite his exhaustion.

“That was…” he tried to find words and failed. “I’ve never… that shouldn’t be possible.”

“But it was,” Cecilia said with a satisfied smile.

“We belong to you,” Sylvia murmured, her hands working to clean her chest and breasts. “Body and soul.”

“Forever,” Elvina added, helping Ellie clean her face since the other woman was having trouble reaching all the spots.

The four women continued their cleanup, sometimes helping each other, sometimes licking release from each other’s skin in ways that were both intimate and arousing. They seemed to take satisfaction in how thoroughly they’d been marked, how completely they’d been claimed.

Julian watched them, feeling his exhausted body already beginning to stir with renewed interest.

And they still weren’t done.

“How are you feeling?” Cecilia asked, noticing his stirring cock. Her body was mostly clean now.

“Exhausted,” Julian admitted honestly. “Overwhelmed. And somehow already interested in more.”

All four women smiled.

“Good,” Sylvia said. “Because that was round two. We still have all night, and we have so many more things we want to try.”

“So many more ways to worship you,” Elvina added. “To pleasure you. To be claimed by you.”

“Next time,” Ellie said, her innocent voice making the statement somehow more arousing, “we want you inside us. All of us. We want to feel you.”

Julian looked at the four determined women and felt anticipation mixing with slight unease. If the first two rounds had been that intense, what would the rest of the night bring?

“Then let’s not keep you waiting,” he said, his stamina already restored.

The four women had mostly cleaned themselves now, though their skin still glistened with residue.

“Round three,” Cecilia announced, moving closer to the bed. “But this time, we do things differently.”

“Differently how?” Julian asked, his interest piqued.

“This time,” Sylvia said, “you’re going to be inside us. But not one at a time—that’s too simple, too ordinary.”

“We’re going to take turns riding you,” Elvina explained, her voice breathy with anticipation. “But the twist is—while one of us has you inside her, the other three are going to pleasure her. Make her cum as hard as possible while she’s filled with you.”

“And we’re going to compete,” Ellie added. “See who can last longest before being overwhelmed. See who can take the most pleasure before losing control completely.”

Julian’s cock hardened fully at the description, throbbing slightly. “That sounds… incredibly ambitious. And incredibly hot.”

“We’ve been planning it for decades,” Cecilia admitted, climbing onto the bed. “Now help us move you to the center. We need space to work.”

The four women repositioned Julian, moving him to lie flat on his back in the very center of the massive bed. His head rested on soft pillows, his arms at his sides, his cock standing hard and ready.

“Who’s first?” Sylvia asked, looking at the other three.

“I’ll go,” Cecilia volunteered immediately. “I have the most control, so I should set the standard for the others to try to beat.”

She moved to straddle Julian’s hips, positioning herself above him. Her pussy was already wet, glistening with arousal from their previous activities and the anticipation of what was to come. She reached down and gripped his cock, positioning it at her entrance.

“Watch me,” she said to the other three women. “Watch how long I can hold out before you break me.”

She began to lower herself slowly, her tight heat enveloping Julian’s length inch by inch. Both of them groaned at the sensation.

“Ahhh—fuck—” Cecilia took him completely, settling onto his hips with a satisfied sigh. “Gods, I forgot how good this feels,” she breathed.

She began to move—slow, controlled rolls of her hips that had Julian’s hands gripping the sheets. Her inner walls gripped him perfectly, her movements confident. She rose until just his tip remained inside, then sank back down in one smooth motion.

“Now,” she said to the other three, her voice already slightly strained, “do your worst.”

The three women moved into position around her. Sylvia positioned herself behind Cecilia, her hands immediately finding Cecilia’s breasts. She gripped them firmly, squeezing, her fingers finding the nipples and pinching hard enough to make Cecilia gasp.

“Ahh—Sylvia—fuck—!”

Her hips jerked involuntarily, grinding down on Julian so suddenly he groaned beneath her.

Sylvia didn’t let up. She rolled the stiff peaks, pulling them outward until Cecilia’s back arched like a bow.

“Sensitive already?” Sylvia teased, twisting just a fraction harder. “We’ve barely started.”

Cecilia’s thighs trembled around Julian’s hips. “You—nngh—vicious bitch—”

Elvina moved to Cecilia’s right side, her hands trailing down Cecilia’s body—over her ribs, her waist, her hips. Her teasing touches made Cecilia’s skin break out in goosebumps. Then her fingers found their target—Cecilia’s clit, exposed and vulnerable as she rode Julian.

Ellie took the left side, her hands joining Elvina’s between Cecilia’s legs. While Elvina focused on the clit, Ellie’s fingers explored elsewhere—finding where Julian’s cock entered Cecilia, feeling the stretch, then moving lower to gently massage and tease.

The triple assault had an immediate effect. Cecilia’s hips stuttered, trying to ride Julian and escape the onslaught at the same time. “I’m—ahh—not losing yet—!”

“We’re not going easy on you,” Sylvia said, her hands working Cecilia’s breasts roughly, tugging and squeezing. “You said to do our worst.”

Elvina’s fingers circled Cecilia’s clit maddeningly, alternating between light teasing touches and firm pressure. “Come on, Cecilia. Where’s that famous control?”

Ellie’s fingers were doing something magical at the base of Julian’s cock where it entered Cecilia, pressing and rubbing in ways that stimulated both of them simultaneously.

Cecilia tried to maintain her rhythm, tried to keep her composure, but the combined stimulation was overwhelming. Her movements became erratic, her breathing ragged. “This is—you’re cheating—all three of you—”