I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 477 - 477: Taking Shayla - r18

His cock throbbed under his pants, but that made his pain rise tenfold.

It was the proof of how helpless he was. How worthless he was.

Julian listened silently to the exchange between Shayla and Vigg, savoring every moment. A slow, satisfied smile curled on his lips as he glanced toward Aryl.

“Come,” he said softly, his voice low and commanding, “you have waited long enough as well.”

At those words, Vigg’s head snapped toward his sister, his face twisting in torment. Tears slid down his cheeks as his hands clenched tightly at his sides.

Aryl, her eyes cloudy with desire, met his gaze. Her lips parted slightly, and a slow smile curved her lips. Slowly, she rose to her feet, the weight of the moment heavy on her chest.

Her gown slipped from her shoulders, the delicate silk slowly falling away before pooling at her feet. Naked and vulnerable, she stepped forward, the air around them thickening as she made her way towards Vigg.

Vigg looked up at her, his eyes flickering with desperate hope—a hope that maybe she wasn’t going to participate in this twisted dance, that maybe she was still sane, still the same sister he once knew.

She stopped just inches from him, her eyes locked with his. Leaning down, her voice dropped to a low, seductive whisper.

“I’m sorry, Vigg… you just weren’t man enough.”

The words landed fatally, sinking into Vigg’s chest like a cruel judgment. His eyes battled with pain, disbelief, and helpless rage.

But before he could speak, Aryl turned away, the fire in her gaze unyielding. She moved away from him and climbed onto the bed, settling comfortably beside Shayla and Julian.

Julian’s eyes gleamed with approval as he reached out, pulling her close.

Aryl watched her mother for a few more fascinating seconds before she too leaned down. Her lips parted slowly, her warm breath falling directly on his balls, making him twitch slightly.

“Mmm…” she moaned softly, licking her lips. “They smell like Mother…”

Julian let out a low, approving growl. “Good girl. Suck them. Show me that tongue.”

Aryl obeyed instantly, her mouth opening wide as she took one of his balls gently between her lips. Her tongue swirled around the delicate flesh before she began sucking them.

Julian’s head fell back, a low groan rumbling from his chest. “That’s it, Aryl… so good.”

Above her, Shayla gasped, her hands tight on Julian’s chest as she continued to ride him with wild rhythm, her soaked cunt slapping down onto his cock with wet, lewd sounds.

“Ahhh… fuck—Your Grace… You’re so deep… You’re splitting me open.” Lo!ve t#his s*tor+y?^ Sh+o.w^ y&o#ur sup.p-o!r!t on MV^LE.M!P$YR$.

Julian grunted, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure. He firmly gripped Aryl’s hair as she worshipped his balls with her tongue, taking both in turn, licking and suckling them like they were precious jewels.

“Look at you both,” he growled, hips thrusting up into Shayla. “One milking my cock… the other milking my balls… filthy little bloodline.”

Aryl hummed around his sac, the vibration nearly making Julian lose control. Her hands caressed his thighs as she leaned deeper, tasting every drop of sweat and sex.

“Mmm… I want you to cum in Mother,” she whispered between sucks. “I want to see her stuffed.”

Shayla’s eyes fluttered closed, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through her. “Yes—inside me! Fill me, Your Grace! Fill your hole!”

Julian’s breath hitched, his body tensing under Shayla’s tight, gripping pussy and Aryl’s relentless tongue.

“Fuuuck—keep going,” he growled. “You’re going to take it all; you’re going to milk me dry.”

Shayla’s eyes flew open wide, her body jerking as she felt his cock throb violently inside her.

“Ahhh—yes! Fill me—fill me! I want your cum… I want it so deep!” She screamed, slamming herself down one final time.

A moment of perfect stillness—

Then Julian exploded inside her.

His cock pulsed in brutal waves, thick spurts of cum flooding Shayla’s womb with every twitch. She cried out, collapsing onto his chest, her legs trembling, pussy spasming around him.

Aryl let out a desperate moan, her mouth still on his balls as she felt the heat of his climax beneath her lips.

“Gods, mother,” she whispered, kissing Shayla’s thigh, her own arousal dripping onto the sheets. “He bred you…”

Shayla shuddered, breathless, still twitching from the aftershocks. “He did… he made me his…”

Julian exhaled, his chest rising and falling with deep satisfaction.

Then he reached down, grabbed Aryl by the hair, and pulled her upward. She gasped, the sudden jolt of pain pulling her out of her daze.

His grip was strong, almost cruel.

But gods… It turned her on.

Her thighs squeezed involuntarily, her breath quickening as he pulled her face to his, crashing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss.

Aryl moaned into his mouth, her body pressed closely to his.

After a few passionate seconds, Julian broke the kiss. “You like it when it hurts, don’t you?”

Aryl shivered, nodding slowly. “Yes, Your Grace… I do…”

Julian’s lips curled into a slow, dark smile, his grip still strong in her hair but no longer painful.

“Go on,” he said, his voice low and thick like a promise of something sinful. “Lay down.”

Aryl’s breath hitched, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She obeyed without hesitation and lay back on the bed with a mix of eagerness and anticipation.

Julian’s gaze roamed over her exposed skin, and slowly, he pulled out from Shayla’s soaked pussy. She let out a soft, breathy moan as his cock slipped free, a thin strand of cum trailing between them.

She was utterly spent but glowing with satisfaction.

Rolling onto her side, her eyes flickered over to Aryl, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Julian shifted his attention back to Aryl. “Offer yourself to me,” he murmured, his words wrapping around her like a chain she wanted to feel tighten.

“Show me what you’re willing to give.”

Aryl’s cheeks burned hotter as a slow, delicious shiver coursed down her spine. She parted her legs just enough, giving him the tantalizing view of her rosy, pink pussy, swollen with desire.

Her fingers reached lower, parting the damp, puffy lips and revealing the glistening pink heat inside. Her wetness dripped slightly as she beckoned him closer with a hungry look in her eyes, desperate to be claimed.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m yours, Your Grace. Take me.”

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