I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 809: Submission part 2 – r18

Julian’s breathing had grown heavier. He stood there, his hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to thrust into her hand.

“Seraphine…” he started but his voice out came weak and strained.

Before he could speak any further, she squeezed the base of his cock warningly.

“Did I say you could speak yet?” she asked, her tone sweet but commanding. “Stay quiet unless I tell you otherwise. Understand?”

Julian swallowed hard and a rare flicker of submission crossed his face. He nodded silently.

At that, Seraphine’s smile turned predatory. “Good. Now… spread your legs a little wider. I want a better view of what’s mine.”

He obeyed without hesitation and parted his stance so she had a full, unobstructed view of his throbbing cock and heavy balls. The position made him feel exposed… vulnerable in a way he had never allowed with anyone else – not even his mother or sister in their most intimate moments. But with Seraphine… it felt dangerously right.

She continued stroking him lazily, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head on every upstroke. Her eyes never left his face as she drank in every twitch of his expression, every suppressed groan he tried to hold back.

“You’re being so obedient tonight,” she cooed, clearly enjoying her new role. “My strong, dominant father… reduced to standing naked in front of his daughter while she plays with his cock. Does it feel good, Father? Knowing you’re not in control for once?”

Julian’s hips twitched forward involuntarily, but he remained silent. His cock throbbed harder in her hand, betraying just how much her words affected him.

Seraphine laughed softly. “You can answer that one.”

“Yes,” he admitted, his voice coming out rough and low. “It feels… good.”

Her eyes flashed with delight. She leaned forward and pressed a soft, breathy kiss to the tip of his cock. Julian’s entire body tensed and a deep groan escaped him before he could stop it.

“Shhh,” she whispered against his shaft, her breath hot and torturous. “Don’t make a sound unless I allow it. Or I’ll stop touching you completely.”

She pulled back slightly and then looked up at him with that commanding smile. Julian nodded and lowered his head slightly in submission.

Seeing that he was complying with their arrangement, Seraphine smiled and whispered, “What a good boy.”

Then, without breaking that intoxicating eye contact, she lowered her head slightly and spit. A thick, warm strand of saliva landed directly on the swollen head of his cock which then slowly dripped down his shaft. Julian’s entire body tensed and a heavy, breathy sigh escaped his throat as the warm wetness coated him. The sight of his own daughter spitting on his cock while looking him dead in the eyes was almost too much.

Seraphine’s smile widened at his reaction. She wrapped her soft hand around his thick shaft once more and this time with the help of her spit, the strokes were slicker and smoother.

“How do you feel father?” she murmured, her voice sweet yet dripping with dominance. “Knowing your own little girl is treating you like this?”

Julian’s breathing grew heavier. His hands clenched at his sides as he fought the urge to grab and fuck her right then and there.

“Good…” he admitted roughly. “It feels… so good. I can’t stop wanting it.”

Seraphine let out a soft, delighted laugh. Her free hand moved lower and cupped his balls gently at first. Then she squeezed — not too hard, but enough to make him hiss through his teeth as a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain shot through him.

“Such a honest father,” she cooed, continuing to stroke with long, torturous movements while her other hand played with his balls.

She squeezed them again, a little firmer this time, watching his face intently for every reaction.

“You raised me to be strong… to take what I want. And right now, I want to play with my father’s cock and balls until he’s begging.”

Julian’s hips twitched forward despite himself. The combination of her soft hand pumping his shaft and the way she was fondling and squeezing his sensitive balls was driving him crazy. Precum leaked steadily from the tip, mixing with her spit and making obscene wet sounds with every stroke.

“Seraphine…” he groaned, his voice breaking slightly.

She squeezed his balls again in warning, her eyes flashing.

“Did I say you could speak yet?” she asked. “Good boys stay quiet when their daughter is playing with them. Unless I ask you a question.”

Julian bit his lip hard and nodded silently. His cock throbbed painfully in her hand.

Seraphine rewarded his silence by leaning forward and pressing a soft, wet kiss to the tip of his cock. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the mixture of her spit and his precum before she pulled back again.

“Mmm… you taste so good, Father,” she whispered, her hand still slowly pumping him. “Does it embarrass you? Knowing your daughter is enjoying the taste of your cock? That I’m sitting here playing with the same balls that made me?”

Julian’s entire body shuddered. The filthy, taboo words coming from his daughter’s mouth pushed him dangerously close to the edge. His breathing was ragged now, chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to stay quiet.

Seraphine noticed it clearly. Her smile turned wicked as she squeezed his balls a little harder than before, making him hiss in pain.

“You’re getting close already, aren’t you?” she teased, her hand speeding up slightly on his cock. “My strong father… reduced to trembling because his daughter is playing with his balls and cock. How pathetic. How hot.”

She leaned in again and this time she dragged her tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft, from balls to tip. Her hand kept stroking him at that maddeningly slow pace.

“Tell me, Father,” she commanded softly. “Do you want to cum for your daughter tonight? Do you want me to milk every drop out of these heavy balls?”

Julian’s voice came out hoarse and desperate when he finally answered.

“Yes… please, Seraphine.”

Seraphine’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She leaned back slightly, enjoying every second of her control.

“Then you’ll have to earn it,” she whispered. “Beg for it, Father. Beg your daughter to let you cum.”