I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 879: The final painting – r18

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.

Julian looked down at both of them with dark hunger.

“Keep going,” he muttered. “Both of you. I want her mouth full while she thinks about it.”

Sera smiled and pushed Mira down once more.

“You heard the Young Lord,” she said. “Suck. And decide how much of a good wife you still plan on being when this cock is finished with you.”

Mira’s only answer was a wet, broken sound as her lips slid lower again.

**

Julian’s breathing grew rougher.

The careful control he had held for the last few minutes began to fray.

“mhhh…yes…”

Sera was the first to notice this. She tightened her grip on Mira’s head and guided her with more purpose now.

“He is close,” she murmured. “Do not stop.”

Mira obeyed as best as she could. Her lips were swollen, and spit continued to drip down her chin as she sucked harder.

A low groan tore from Julian’s throat at that. The sensation of their worship was overwhelming, but he had enjoyed enough.

Now was the time for the final breakthrough.

“Enough,” he muttered, his voice coming out rough. “Line up.”

Both women pulled back at once.

Mira looked dazed, completely overwhelmed, while Sera moved more smoothly, though even she was breathing harder. Julian rose slightly from the headboard and wrapped his hand around the spit-slick mess of his cock.

“Closer,” he ordered. “Faces up.”

They followed at once. They knelt shoulder to shoulder at the edge of the bed and tilted their faces toward him. Mira still looked half-dazed. Sera, meanwhile, was eager, as if she already knew exactly what was coming.

Julian’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of them. Just as he was admiring the cute, obedient maids, Sera flicked her tongue outward and extended it as far as she could.

“You love my cum, don’t you, Sera?” he said with a smile.

“Yes, my lord. I love your cum,” she answered without hesitation.

Mira finally seemed to come back to herself. Her eyes darted to Sera, then back up to the Young Lord. His face was contorted with pleasure as he continued to stroke himself. She knew what was coming. And in that small stretch of time, the conversation Sera had forced into her mind flashed again.

*Take the seed of the Young Lord.*

Even remembering the words was enough to send a shiver through her.

But despite the fear in them, her pussy ached. The taboo of the idea was so heavy that, in this position of total submission, it twisted into something strangely arousing—

“Be ready.”

Julian’s grunt cut through her internal monologue.

His hand worked faster now. The thick head of his cock glistened and he aimed it directly at their faces.

Mira’s lips parted without her fully meaning to. Sera kept her tongue out, her eyes bright with open hunger.

For one suspended second, the only sound in the room was the wet rhythm of Julian stroking himself over them.

Then he broke.

A rough sound tore from his chest as the first thick rope of cum shot out and painted Sera’s tongue and cheek. The second followed immediately, painting across Mira’s lips and the bridge of her nose.

Julian kept stroking through it, refusing to waste even a drop.

More cum spilled out.

The next wave landed over Mira’s eyelids and cheek, thick enough to slide slowly downward.

Another spurt caught the corner of her mouth and dripped to her chin. Sera received just as much: over her tongue, across her lips, up toward her brow. The two of them stayed side by side as Julian emptied himself over their faces, coating them until both shone under the mess.

**

Only when Julian had completely finished did he finally pull back. Once he did, he could properly admire the sight he had made of them.

Both women were thoroughly marked with his seed. Sera wore it openly, almost proudly, but it was Mira who looked the most ruined. A heavy amount had landed across her brows and lashes, enough that she could not fully open her eyes.

Even so, she did not wipe it away.

She stayed exactly as she was. Without his order, she would not clean herself. That obedience made the mess on her face look even more complete.

Sera, by contrast, already begun to move. She turned her head slightly and dragged her tongue along her own cheek, gathering a thick smear of cum. She collected what she could, swallowed, then leaned in again to lick another from near the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes flicked toward Julian as she did it, making certain he saw every second.

Julian sat back against the headboard and exhaled, satisfied.

Finally, after few minutes, he allowed Mira to move and she cleaned the mess at once. Sera helped as well.

Within couple of minutes, both women were presentable again. The filth was gone, but the aftermath still remained in their slightly swollen lips, flushed skin, and the awareness of what they had done.

Meanwhile, Julian, too, cleaned himself and checked his appearance. He smoothed the formal shirt, adjusted his trousers, and made certain the golden cloak sat cleanly on his shoulders.

It was almost time for the King to arrive.

Only when he was satisfied with his reflection did he turn back to them.

Sera was the first to speak.

“My lord,” she asked softly, “did you enjoy it?”

Julian glanced at her, then at Mira, who still had not fully recovered the composure of an ordinary maid.

“I did,” he said. “You both performed well enough.”

Sera’s mouth curved slightly, clearly pleased by the answer. Mira, on the other hand, kept her eyes lowered, as if praise itself were another form of exposure.

Sera turned toward her without hesitation.

“And you?” she asked. “Did you enjoy the Young Lord’s cock?”

Mira’s head lifted, color rushing back into her face.

“Sera—”

“What?” Sera’s tone remained light. “It is a simple question. So? Did you enjoy it?”

Mira’s fingers tightened in her skirt. For a moment she seemed to search for a safer answer… something modest enough to protect what little dignity she still wanted to keep.

Under both of their gazes, that effort collapsed.

“…Yes,” she said quietly.