I AM A MAGE WITH A MILF SYSTEM

I have got you where I want – r18

Julian called out, "Emma, come in!" His voice echoed through the hall, laced with authority and a hint of excitement.

The door creaked open, and Emma stepped inside, her expression curious yet cautious. As she looked up at him, she noticed the energy radiating from Julian.

"What do you need my lord?" she asked, her tone a mix of respect and intrigue, eager to know what had sparked his sudden summons.

Eleanor peeped through the slightly open door, her heart racing as she watched the interaction between Julian and Emma. She felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension, wondering what Julian had in store.

The way he carried himself now was so different, there was an undeniable aura of power surrounding him. She could see Emma's expression shift from curiosity to something more serious, and Eleanor leaned in a bit closer, trying to catch every word that was exchanged between them.

Julian then confidently declared, "You know what I need," before swiftly removing all his clothes, standing unabashedly before Emma.

He flashed a teasing grin, fully aware of the impact his boldness would have, especially with Eleanor watching from the doorway, her heart pounding at the audacity of the moment.

Emma's eyes widened in surprise, but there was also a spark of intrigue in her gaze, as she took in Julian's confidence and the aura of power that enveloped him.

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Eleanor's cheeks burned as she caught a glimpse of Julian's large, erect manhood. She had never seen anything so... primal before. The sight of his big, long cock made her knees feel weak, and she had to grab the doorframe for support.

The desire she had been suppressing for so long washed over her like a wave, leaving her struggling to breathe. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: the guilt of lusting after her own sibling, the thrill of the forbidden, and the undeniable attraction to Julian's newfound virility.

Emma, ever the obedient servant, dropped to her knees without a word. Julian's eyes never left Eleanor as she took his cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him with a hunger that was almost animalistic.

Julian's eyes rolled back in pleasure, a soft groan escaping his lips. The sound of Emma's enthusiastic slurping filled the room, echoing in Eleanor's ears like a siren's call. She felt a sudden urge to join in, to feel Julian's power and dominance firsthand.

Eleanor however held it in, her hand clutching the doorframe tightly to keep from succumbing to the desire that was coursing through her veins. She watched in amazement as Julian's hands tangled in Emma's hair, guiding her movements with gentle yet firm strokes.

The sight was both mesmerizing and overwhelming, a taboo act of passion that she hadn't even allowed herself to imagine. Yet, here it was, playing out before her eyes, and she couldn't look away.

Julian's grip on Emma's head tightened, his eyes still locked on Eleanor's as he began to face fuck her with a fierce rhythm. The sounds of his hips smacking against Emma's face filled the room, her muffled moans only adding to the erotic symphony. Julian's abs flexed with every thrust, and

Eleanor could see the veins pulsing in his arms as he held on, controlling the depth and speed of the maid's service.

In his mind, Julian couldn't help but laugh. He had her exactly where he wanted her, torn between her morals and her desires. It was a delicious game of cat and mouse, and he was the cat who had just caught the scent of his prize.

"You see, Eleanor," he said in his mind, "I always get what I want."

As Emma continued to serve Julian with her mouth, his thoughts turned to his sister's reaction. He knew she was watching, and he reveled in the power he had over both of them. He could feel her eyes on him, hungrily devouring the scene, and the thrill of it all was intoxicating.

He pushed deeper into Emma's mouth, feeling her gag slightly, and his mind whispered, "I've got you now, my sister."

Eleanor was indeed glued to the scene, her hand sliding down to her own pussy, her fingers unconsciously seeking out the slickness that had gathered there. The sight of Julian's strong body, his cock disappearing and reappearing from Emma's mouth, was too much to bear. She felt like a trapped animal, torn between fleeing the room in horror and joining in the depraved act.

Her mind raced with thoughts of what it would be like if she were the one on her knees before him. Would he look at her with the same hunger? Would he use her as roughly, claiming her mouth and body as if he had every right to do so? The very thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't tell if it was fear or anticipation that made her tremble.

With a deep breath, Eleanor forced herself to move away from the door, her hand sliding from her pussy as she took a step back into the hallway. The coolness of the stone floor under her bare feet helped to ground her as she took one more glance at the erotic scene before her.

Julian's eyes flickered up to meet hers again, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he continued to fuck Emma's face. The maid's eyes watered, but she didn't pull away, seemingly lost in the pleasure of serving her master.

Julian's pace grew faster, his hips snapping with every thrust, pushing Emma's head back and forth with a ferocity that had Eleanor's knees wobbling. Then, with a final, powerful groan, Julian released his load into the back of Emma's throat.

He watched with a sense of triumph as she swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, and whispered, "I missed you sucking my cock, Emma."

Emma pulled away, her eyes glazed and cheeks flushed, a smear of cum on her lips. Julian wiped it away with his thumb, then brought it to her mouth and pushed it back in, a silent command to clean up every drop. She obeyed, her eyes locked on his, a mix of pleasure and submission in her gaze.

Julian then turned his attention back to Eleanor, who was still in the doorway, frozen in a daze. He stepped back and began to dress himself, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

Each piece of clothing that covered his skin felt like a loss to Eleanor, who hadn't had enough time to satisfy her newfound hunger for his body. She watched, unable to tear her eyes away, as he buttoned his shirt, tucked it into his trousers, and fastened his belt, his cock now hidden from view.