I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Julian lasted fifteen minutes before he was begging again. “Please! Gods, please, I need to cum!”

“Do you submit?” Cecilia demanded, riding him hard while the others worked his body.

“Yes! I submit! You win! Please!”

“Do you acknowledge we’re your equals in this?” Sylvia pressed, her hands finding pressure points that made him cry out.

“Yes! Equals! Better than me! Please!”

“Then cum,” all four women commanded together.

Cecilia slammed down one final time, taking him as deep as possible. Sylvia’s fingers pressed multiple pressure points simultaneously. Elvina’s and Ellie’s hands and mouths worked his upper body frantically.

Julian’s orgasm was explosive—perhaps not as voluminous as the second one, but just as intense. He roared his release, his body convulsing as he filled Cecilia completely. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, every sensation firing at once.

Cecilia came with him, the sensation of being filled triggering her own climax. She screamed, her body locking up, milking him completely.

When it finally subsided, all five of them collapsed. No one could speak, could barely breathe, or was completely overwhelmed by the intensity of round three.

“That…” Julian eventually managed, “was insane.”

“That was worship,” Cecilia corrected, though her voice was completely exhausted.

“That was revenge,” Sylvia added with a weak laugh.

“That was love,” Elvina said softly.

“That was perfect,” Ellie finished.

They lay there in comfortable silence, bodies intertwined, recovering from the intensity. Eventually, they would need to clean up properly, perhaps eat something.

But for now, they simply existed together. The night was far from over, but they’d certainly made the most of round three.

***

Julian woke slowly, his body protesting every movement. Sunlight streamed through the windows, indicating it was well into the morning, possibly even approaching midday.

He tried to sit up and immediately groaned. Every muscle ached. His body felt drained.

The bed around him was absolute chaos. Silk sheets were tangled, torn in places, and completely stained. Pillows were scattered everywhere, some on the floor. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air.

And surrounding him were four bodies.

All four of them were marked—love bites on necks and shoulders, bruises on hips and thighs. Their hair was disheveled, their bodies bearing the signs of a very long, very active night.

Julian carefully pulled himself from their grasp, trying not to wake them.

He managed to stand, wobbling slightly, and looked down at the four sleeping women. Despite his exhaustion and soreness, he felt a huge sense of satisfaction.

He lost count of how many rounds they’d actually completed. After round three, things had become a blur. The four women were relentless, determined to make up for three centuries in a single night.

At some point, they broke the bed frame. At another point, they knocked over furniture. He had vague memories of being pressed against the wall, of taking someone on the floor, and of creative uses of various pieces of furniture.

Julian was partway through his bath when he heard a noise from the bedroom. A few minutes later, Cecilia appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a sheet that did little to hide her body.

“Room for one more?” she asked, her voice hoarse from screaming.

“There’s room for all of you,” Julian replied. “This bath is enormous.”

Cecilia dropped the sheet and stepped into the water with a moan. She settled at Julian’s side, her head on his shoulder. “That was…”

“Intense?” Julian supplied.

“Incredible,” Cecilia corrected. “Exhausting. Overwhelming. But incredible.”

The sound of the water woke others as well. One by one, they appeared and joined the bath.

For a while, no one spoke. They simply soaked, letting the hot water ease their aches.

“We broke the bed,” Sylvia eventually observed.

“And the chair,” Elvina added.

“And I think that table,” Ellie said, gesturing vaguely toward the bedroom.

“Worth it,” Cecilia declared, and the others murmured agreement.

“We should probably eat something,” Julian said practically. “None of us had dinner last night, and we… expended significant energy.”

“I don’t think I can walk to the dining hall,” Ellie admitted. “My legs don’t work properly anymore.”

“We’ll have food brought here,” Julian decided. “I’m not sure any of us are in condition to face the family right now.”

“They’ll know,” Sylvia said with a grin. “They’ll take one look at us and know exactly what we did all night.”

“Let them know,” Cecilia said boldly. “We’re not ashamed. They did the same things as us.”

After eating and resting for several hours, the soreness had eased somewhat. The four women eventually departed to their own chambers to change into proper clothing and attend to their own matters, leaving Julian alone in his sitting room.

With nothing to do, he made his way through the castle corridors and out into the gardens. The afternoon sun cast warm light across the carefully tended paths.

He walked slowly, enjoying the peaceful solitude. His mind wandered over everything that had happened since his return—the reunions with his women, meeting his daughters, and learning about the civilization they’d built.

“Father!”

Julian turned to see three familiar figures approaching along one of the garden paths. Seraphine, Lyanna, and Cassandra were walking together, clearly having been engaged in conversation before spotting him. All three looked slightly flushed, and Julian suspected they’d been discussing his disappearance.

“Daughters,” Julian greeted warmly, deciding not to acknowledge their embarrassment. “Out enjoying the gardens?”

“We were actually looking for you,” Seraphine said, recovering her composure first. “We finished the detailed report you requested. It’s ready for your review whenever you have time.”

“Excellent work,” Julian praised. “I look forward to reading it.”

Lyanna shifted slightly. “We also wanted to ask if you were… recovered… from last night.”

Julian couldn’t help but smile at her careful wording. “I’m perfectly recovered, thank you.”

Cassandra changed the subject smoothly. “Mother mentioned you wanted to investigate the portal to Arenath. We could take you there today if you’re feeling up to it.”

“Actually, that’s an excellent idea,” Julian agreed. The distraction would be welcome, and he was genuinely curious about this secondary realm he’d created. “I’d very much like to see it. All three of you should accompany me.”