I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 878: A dark suggestion – r18

Sera’s eyes gleamed. “Different how?”

Mira’s voice dropped even lower. “My husband is… smaller.”

Julian exhaled above them, clearly enjoying every word.

Sera gave Julian’s cock a slow, admiring stroke and turned Mira’s chin slightly so she had to keep looking at it.

“So the Young Lord is bigger.”

Mira’s answer came out almost in shame.

“Yes.”

“Thicker?”

“…Yes.”

“And harder to take?”

Mira’s lips trembled. “Much harder.”

Sera leaned in until her mouth brushed Mira’s ear again.

“Then say it properly. Say your husband’s cock cannot compare to the Young Lord’s.”

The demand hung there, heavy in the charged atmosphere.

Mira’s whole face felt hot.

Her breath shuddered.

“My husband’s cock…” she whispered, “cannot compare to the Young Lord’s.”

Sera smiled, satisfied.

“Good girl.” She kissed the corner of Mira’s wet mouth with shocking casualness, then looked back at Julian’s cock with open hunger. “A woman who can admit that is ready to be used properly.”

Julian’s hand stroked through both of their hair.

“Keep talking,” he said. “And keep your mouths busy while you do it. I want to hear how easily a married woman learns her place.”

Sera was already guiding Mira back down.

“You heard him,” she murmured. “You take the tip this time. I will handle the rest. And while you suck, think about how many nights your husband wasted never making you choke like that.”

Mira’s reply was only a shaky breath before her lips parted again and closed around the head of Julian’s cock. The shame was still there. So was the heat. And under Sera’s voice, under Julian’s gaze, the two were becoming harder and harder to separate.

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“That is it,” Sera murmured. “Do not be gentle with it. He did not bring you here for gentle.”

She guided Mira’s head in a steady rhythm, pushing her deeper every few strokes. Mira gagged softly whenever the thick head forced farther in, but Sera did not let her retreat for long. She held her there, then eased her back, then pushed her down again until Mira’s lips were shiny and her breathing uneven.

Julian groaned continuously above them.

He had not expected Sera to be this vocal, this controlling, but he was more than pleased by it. Every filthy question made the air heavier. Every time Mira answered with her mouth full, the whole scene grew hotter.

“Tell me, Mira,” Sera said, pressing her down again until her throat fluttered. “Would you not like to get fucked by the Young Lord’s cock?”

Ghk—

Mira’s answer broke apart around him. Her fingers clenched against the sheets as Sera forced her a little deeper, then let her rise just enough to breathe.

“I… mmh… Y-Young Lord is… too big…”

Sera smiled and pushed her back down.

“That was not a no.”

Julian’s hips tensed. His hand tightened in Sera’s hair now as well, clearly savoring the way she used Mira’s mouth for him.

The wet sounds filled the room, while Sera kept talking as if she were slowly dismantling whatever dignity Mira still had left.

“Is your pussy wet?” Sera asked softly. “Do not lie. You have been choking on him, licking his balls, comparing him to your husband. Has any of that left you dry?”

Mira’s face burned. Even with her lips stretched around Julian’s cock, the shame of the question hit hard. Her thighs had already pressed together more than once without her meaning to. The ache low in her belly was unmistakable.

Sera pushed her head down again and held her there.

“Answer.”

Mira pulled off with a gasp, spit hanging from her lips in a thin string.

“Y-yes… it is wet.”

Julian’s cock twitched hard at the admission. A thicker bead of precum welled at the tip, and Sera immediately smeared it across Mira’s mouth before guiding her back onto him.

“Of course it is,” Sera whispered. “How could that husband of yours ever satisfy a woman properly? He never used your mouth. He never made you cry around his cock. He never even made you admit what you need.”

Mira sucked harder at that, whether from shame or rising heat even she could not tell. Sera kept one hand firm in her hair and used the other to stroke what Mira’s mouth could not constantly cover, making sure Julian remained fully served.

Julian groaned again, deeper this time.

He did not interrupt. He wanted to hear how far Sera would push it.

Sera leaned closer, her lips nearly brushing Mira’s ear as she forced her down once more.

“You do not have children yet, right?”

Mira’s body stiffened around the question. Her suck faltered for half a second before Sera’s hand reminded her to keep moving.

“N-no,” Mira managed when she next came up for air, her voice wrecked and wet. “We were… saving… waiting…”

Sera’s eyes gleamed.

“Then why wait on a man who cannot even fill you properly?” Her voice dropped into something softer and far more dangerous. “Why not take the Young Lord’s seed instead?”

The words hit the room like heat.

Mira’s eyes widened. The suggestion was so bold, so ruinous, that for a moment she could only breathe against him. Carrying that thought while kneeling in another man’s bed made her whole body feel tighter.

Julian’s fingers flexed hard in their hair. A rough sound left him, unmistakably pleased.

Whether Sera was saying it only to break Mira down further or because she truly wanted to push the scene into something even more forbidden, he did not care. The charge in the air was undeniable.

“Imagine it,” she whispered. “All that gold. All this cock. And instead of going home empty, you leave with his cum inside you. Your husband would never even know how thoroughly you were used.”

Ghk… glk…

Mira choked softly as she was guided deeper again, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. The filth in Sera’s voice, the weight of Julian’s cock on her tongue, and the terrible pull of the suggestion tangled together until her thoughts felt slick and disordered.