I AM A MAGE WITH A MILF SYSTEM

With a gentle push, Julian laid her back on the bed, his body following hers. The mattress dipped beneath their combined weight, the velvet pillow soft against her skin. She felt a mix of excitement as he positioned himself between her legs.

The candlelight cast flickering shadows across the room, dancing across Julian's muscular body as he hovered over her. His cock, still thick and hard, nudged against her folds, leaving a trail of pre-cum that made her slick and ready.

Julian teased her, the head of his cock sliding along her wetness without penetrating. He watched her face, the play of emotions that flitted across her features.

Her eyes grew stormy with frustration, her breath hitched in her throat, and her teeth sank into her lower lip to hold back a whine of need. She arched her hips upward, silently begging him to fill her, to claim her fully as she knew he wanted to. Yet, he remained elusive, his smirk telling her he was enjoying her desperation.

He leaned over her, his body a wall of muscle and heat, his eyes blazing with a power she had never seen before.

Julian whispered in a low, commanding tone, "Beg for it, Emma. Tell me what you want."

His breath was a warm caress against her cheek, his words a dark promise that sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

Emma's eyes searched his, the blue depths swirling with a mix of desire and something else, something deeper. Then, with a tremble in her voice, she whispered,

"Please, my lord... I want you inside me."

It was a plea, a surrender to the moment, and Julian felt his heart stutter in response.

With a low growl, Julian positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, feeling the heat of her desire against the sensitive skin. He pushed in slowly, watching her face intently for any signs of pain or discomfort.

Emma's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she felt him stretching her, filling her more than she had ever been before. The pain was sharp, a delicious bite that she hadn't anticipated, but she knew it was the price of this power.

"Ahh... my lord, it's... it's so big," she whimpered, her voice thick with lust.

Julian stilled for a moment, giving her body time to adjust to his size. He felt her walls quiver around him, the tightness making him even harder.

"Relax, Emma," he murmured, his voice gentle despite the need that pounded through his veins. "Take me in, let me show you how good it can be."

Emma took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his intense gaze. Julian began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her moan with every stroke.

With each thrust, he pushed deeper. The room was alive with their combined moans, the scent of their desire heavy in the air.

Julian watched her face, his own expression a mix of pleasure and concentration. He knew just how to touch her, just how to make her whimper and beg for more.

Her nails dug into his back, leaving half-moons in his skin as she arched beneath him, her body straining to meet every thrust. The sound of their bodies meeting was the only thing that was audible.

Julian increased his pace, his movements growing more urgent as the heat between them built to a fever pitch. Emma's cries grew more desperate, her body trembling with the force of her pleasure.

"Ahh, yes," she moaned, her voice a siren's call that only served to spur him on. Julian felt himself getting closer to the edge, the pressure in his balls building like a storm about to break.

Emma's pussy felt like a vice around him, tight and slick, fighting to accommodate his size. Each thrust brought a fresh wave of pain-laced pleasure, a sensation that had her toes curling and her eyes squeezed shut.

Julian watched her face contort with every push, agony and ecstasy that had his own desire spiraling out of control.

Her moans grew louder, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to fuel him further. Julian felt his control slipping, the need to claim her fully, to mark her as his, growing stronger with every beat of his heart. He thrust into her with more force, his cock stretching her to the limits of her endurance.

Julian felt a wave of pleasure like never before, the tightness of her pussy a vise that gripped him in a fiery embrace.

"Your pussy is so tight, Emma," he shouted, his voice a raw, primal sound that echoed through the room.

The words seemed to break something within her, and she let out a keening cry, her body shuddering as she climaxed around him. Her pussy clenched down on him, her muscles milking his cock as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

Emma felt a flash of humiliation at his words, the reality of their situation crashing down on her. She was a married woman, a mother, and here she was, being fucked by her young lord, his words a stark reminder of the taboo nature of their actions.

Yet, the feeling of his cock inside her, the power he wielded, and his dominance fueled by the promise of the points from the MILF SYSTEM, it was a heady combination that had her body betraying any sense of reasoning she had ever known.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting Julian's gaze. She could see the question in them, the hunger for her to acknowledge the power he held over her, to confirm that she enjoyed this. And she did.

Despite the guilt that tugged at her heart, she could not deny the pleasure that he brought her.

With a gasp, she whispered, "It feels... it feels incredible."

Julian's eyes lit up with victory, a fierce smile spreading across his face.

"Tell me, Emma," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "How does it feel to be fucked by your young lord?"

His words were a challenge, a demand for her to fully embrace the depravity of their situation.

Emma's eyes went wide, her cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

"It... it feels so good, my lord," she shouted, the words tearing from her throat as his strokes grew harder.