I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 709: Sera’s obedience - r18

”Am I... doing better than the others, my lord? Please... tell me I’m doing okay. ...”

Julian stroked her tear-streaked cheek with his thumb, then gripped her hair more firmly again.

”Not yet,” he said, his voice dark and full of promise. ”But you’re going to keep trying until you are. Cry if you need to. Gag if you have to. Just don’t stop.”

He pulled her mouth back onto his cock and pushed deep into her throat once more, forcing her to take every inch.

Sera’s eyes flew wide in panic. A loud, wet gag ripped from her throat as her body instinctively fought back. Her hands flew up to clutch at his thighs, her fingers digging in desperately.

”Mmmph—!” she choked violently around his cock, her throat convulsing and squeezing him tightly.

Julian didn’t stop. He held her head down firmly with both hands now, burying himself to the hilt.

”That’s it,” he growled. ”Take it. All of it.”

He started thrusting—not gentle, not patient. Rough, deep strokes that forced his cock in and out of her struggling throat. Each thrust made wet, obscene choking sounds echo through the room. Saliva poured messily from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping in thick strands onto her heaving breasts and the floor.

Sera was panicking. Her eyes were wide and teary, mascara starting to run down her cheeks. She gagged and retched loudly with every rough thrust, but never pulled away.

”That’s better,” Julian groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. ”This is what I wanted. A scared little mouth that still tries its best.”

Sera whimpered and sobbed around his cock, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through him. More tears rolled down her face.

Julian’s breathing grew ragged. His thrusts became faster, shorter, and comparatively more aggressive. He held her head tightly with both hands, forcing her all the way down and holding her there as his cock throbbed violently in her throat.

”I’m going to cum,” he growled. ”You’re going to swallow every drop. Understand?”

Sera made a desperate, muffled sound of agreement, her eyes squeezed shut in fear and submission.

With a deep, guttural groan, his cock pulsed hard as he released straight down her throat. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded her mouth and esophagus in powerful spurts.

Sera’s throat worked frantically around him, swallowing again and again, choking and gulping noisily as she struggled to take his entire load. Some cum leaked from the corners of her mouth despite her efforts, mixing with her saliva and dripping onto her breasts.

Julian kept her pinned there until the last powerful spurt finished, then slowly pulled his cock out of her abused throat.

Sera immediately collapsed forward slightly, coughing and gasping desperately for air. Thick strings of cum and saliva hung from her swollen, red lips. She was trembling visibly.

She looked up at him with watery, defeated eyes, her voice hoarse and barely a whisper:

”Did... did I do better this time, my lord...?”

He remained silent for a long moment. For the first time since taking this body, the constant pressure in his mind began to ease. It didn’t disappear all at once, but it faded enough for him to finally notice the absence of it.

Only then did he realize how much he had needed this—how long he had been enduring it without pause.

He sat with his eyes closed, his hands resting on the armrest of the chair, and let the silence comfort him.

Meanwhile, Sera stayed exactly where she was.

She knew better than to move or speak. Some instinct held her still, telling her that breaking the moment would be a mistake. So she simply watched him.

Her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. She tried to steady it, tried to slow herself down, but it wasn’t easy. Her body hadn’t fully settled yet.

The silence stretched another moment.

Then Sera straightened slightly on her knees. She lifted a hand and, with a small, unhurried motion, tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. When her hand returned to her lap, she settled it there quietly and looked at him. Her expression was calm and carefully composed, shaped to appear like simple, natural curiosity.

”Young Lord Kraven,” she said.

Her voice was softer now—the warm, honeyed sweetness from before slipping back in.

”Mm,” Julian said, without opening his eyes.

”May I ask you something?”

Julian smiled inwardly.

Here it comes.

”Ask,” he said.

A pause followed. She was selecting the opening carefully. She wanted something that sounded like a simple conversation, something casual enough that a man would respond without stopping to think about.

”Do you have a type?” she said. ”In women.”

She shifted slightly on her knees, her hands finding his softening cock, stroking it gently. She tried to sound perfectly casual, like a curious lover rather than an informant.

Julian finally opened his eyes and looked down at her. The corner of his mouth curved.

”Yes,” he said. ”I do.”

Sera nodded slowly, as if considering his words with genuine interest. A small, pleased smile touched her lips.

”I like women who are well-gifted,” he continued.

She glanced down briefly at herself, then back up. ”That’s a perfectly good type to have,” she murmured sweetly. ”Am I your type, young master?”

Julian looked at her for a moment without speaking. He let the silence do the work of making her wait, and he watched what waiting did to her face. She held the expression well. But there was a faint tension at the corners of her eyes that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

”Yes,” he said finally. ”That’s why you’re on your knees pleasuring me.”

He kept his voice entirely pleasant.

”If you weren’t my type, I would have let the flames burn you alive when they were at your throat. I wouldn’t have stopped them.”

Sera’s smile wavered. A brief flicker of nervousness crossed her face, breaking the calm she had been trying to maintain. Her hand hesitated for a fraction of a second, then resumed stroking as she forced herself to continue, trying to cover her unease.