I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“Cultivation benefit,” Lisa purred, satisfaction curling her lips. “With enough control over our bodies, we can produce milk at will. I’ve been saving this particular skill for a special occasion.

She leaned forward, pressing her breasts around Julian’s cock. Warm, slippery fluid coated every inch of him as she enveloped his shaft, the soft weight of her tits swallowing him completely. She slid up and down slowly, the milk dripping in glossy streams over his throbbing cock before running down his balls.

The sight of his tip emerging between her glistening cleavage, only to vanish again, was almost too much to process

“That’s cheating,” Isabel protested, though her eyes were wide with surprise.

“That’s strategy,” Lisa corrected, her breasts moving in a steady rhythm. More milk leaked out, coating Julian’s length, making the slide impossibly smooth and warm.

Julian groaned, his head falling back. “Lisa, that’s—gods, that’s incredible.”

Isabel watched for a moment, clearly impressed despite her competitive spirit. Then her eyes narrowed with determination. “Two can play at that game.”

She moved to the other side, and to Julian’s amazement, she too began producing milk. Her breasts swelled slightly, drops forming at her nipples before beginning to flow more freely.

“I’ve been practicing too,” Isabel said with a fierce grin. She positioned herself beside Lisa, and suddenly Julian found himself with both women pressing their breasts around his length, milk from all four breasts coating him, making everything absolutely mind-blowing.

“Oh fuck,” Julian groaned, his control slipping. The dual sensation—the soft pressure of their breasts, the warmth of their milk, the sight of both women working together yet still competing—was overwhelming.

“Whose feels better?” Isabel demanded, moving her breasts in one rhythm while Lisa used another.

“I—I can’t—” Julian couldn’t form coherent words.

“Who’s winning?” Lisa pressed, her movements becoming more deliberate, more focused.

“Both,” Julian managed to gasp. “Both of you. Gods, you’re both incredible.”

More milk flowed, coating his entire length, dripping down onto his thighs. The women adjusted their positions, sometimes working in sync, sometimes doing exactly opposite.

“I’m close,” Julian warned, his voice strained. “Very close.”

“Good,” both women said simultaneously, then increased their pace.

“Cum for us,” Lisa commanded in her usual tone that somehow made it even more arousing.

“Show us who made you feel better,” Isabel added as well.

The dual command, combined with the overwhelming sensations, finally broke Julian’s control. His orgasm hit with devastating force, his cum spurting between their breasts, mixing with the milk, coating both their chests and faces.

Both women watched with satisfied expressions as he came, neither stopping their movements until he was completely spent, trembling with the intensity of it.

When he finally stopped pulsing, both women leaned forward and began cleaning him with their tongues.

But they didn’t stop there.

Lisa turned to Isabel first, her tongue dragging up Isabel’s breast to lick a glistening rope of cum that Julian had marked onto her skin. She sucked it off with a soft moan, lips sealing around the swell before flicking over Isabel’s nipple.

Isabel retaliated instantly, cupping Lisa’s breasts and sucking hard at the nipple until milk spurted into her mouth.

The sight of them licking milk and cum from each other had Julian hardening again almost immediately despite having just finished.

Isabel pulled back just enough to drag her tongue along Lisa’s jaw, gathering another streak, then pushed it into Lisa’s mouth with a filthy moan. Lisa answered by smearing her thumb through a puddle on her own breast, then painting it across Isabel’s lower lip before licking it clean.

They kept going, trading kisses, sucking cum and milk from each other’s body until nothing remained but flushed skin.

“Tie?” Lisa suggested breathlessly, her tongue catching a drop of milk from Isabel’s nipple.

“Tie,” Isabel agreed, then captured Lisa’s mouth in a kiss that was both competitive and genuinely affectionate.

“You’re both going to kill me,” Julian said with a breathless laugh.

They broke apart and turned to him with identical wicked smiles.

“But what a way to go,” they said in unison.

“Round two?” Isabel suggested, her competitive spirit clearly not satisfied.

“Round two,” Lisa agreed. “But this time, let’s test who can ride him better.”

“Oh, you’re on,” Isabel replied immediately.

Julian groaned—half protest, half anticipation. “I’m going to need to eat if we’re continuing this competition.”

“Later,” both women said, already moving to position themselves.

“Much later,” Lisa added, pushing him down onto his back.

“After we’ve thoroughly tested every possible positions,” Isabel continued, straddling one of his thighs while Lisa straddled the other.

As the competition continued—each woman taking turns riding him, both trying to prove who could make him lose control faster, who could make him harder, who could make him last longer.

The evening light faded toward night, and still they continued. By the time they finally, truly exhausted themselves, the room reeked of sex and milk, the bed was thoroughly ruined, and all three of them were covered in various fluids and utterly, completely satisfied.

“Tie?” Isabel asked again, too exhausted to even lift her head from Julian’s chest.

“Tie,” Lisa agreed from his other side, equally drained.

“Definitely a tie,” Julian confirmed, his arms around both of them. “You’re both absolutely, equally, perfectly incredible.”

“Good answer,” they both murmured drowsily.

And as they drifted toward much-needed sleep, tangled together in the ruins of what had once been an elegantly made bed, all three of them wore expressions of complete contentment.

Tomorrow, they would face the embarrassment of explaining to their daughters why they’d missed dinner entirely.

But tonight, they simply existed in the perfect aftermath of competition, passion, and love finally fulfilled.

While the three of them finally drifted into sleep, they were blissfully unaware of what had been happening just outside the door.

Seraphine, Cassandra, and Lyanna stood in the hallway, their backs pressed against the wall beside Lisa’s bedroom door. All three of them were blushing, their expressions caught between shock, and unwilling fascination.

It started innocently enough. After their mothers disappeared with Julian, the three young women tried to distract themselves. They walked the gardens, discussed cultivation techniques, attempted to have normal conversation about anything other than what was obviously happening in that bedroom.

But as the afternoon wore on and their mothers didn’t emerge, curiosity—and concern that they might miss dinner—had driven them to Lisa’s castle.