I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 580
Chapter 580: Emma – r18
The servant’s eyes reluctantly moved to Emma, taking in her bent form, her raised skirts, her flushed face and partially exposed breasts. Emma made a sound of humiliation, but her body betrayed her—she grew wetter.
“Tell me what you see,” Julian ordered the servant.
“I-I see…” the creature stammered, “I see Lady Emma, Master.”
“And what is she doing?”
“She’s… she’s bent over the table, Master. For you.”
“That’s right,” Julian confirmed, his hand returning to Emma’s ass, squeezing possessively while the servant watched. “She’s presenting herself to me. Offering herself. Because she knows who she belongs to. Don’t you, Emma?”
“Yes, Master,” Emma sobbed, tears of humiliation pricking her eyes even as her pussy throbbed with need. “I belong to you.”
“Louder,” Julian commanded, his hand coming down in a sharp smack. “Let everyone hear.”
“Ahhhh!— I belong to you!” Emma cried out, her voice echoing through the dining hall. “Only you, Master!”
The commotion drew more servants. They appeared in the doorway one by one, eyes wide, unable to look away from the erotic scene before them. Julian made no move to dismiss them—instead, he seemed to take satisfaction in their presence.
“Watch,” he told them all, his voice carrying absolute authority. “Watch and understand that this woman—this beautiful, perfect woman—is mine. Has always been mine. And will always be mine.”
His fingers returned to Emma’s pussy, sliding through her wetness. “She’s dripping for me,” he announced to the watching audience. “Despite the humiliation—or perhaps because of it—she’s more aroused than ever. Aren’t you, Emma?”
“Yes!” Emma sobbed, past caring about dignity. “Yes, Master, I’m so aroused. Please, please touch me properly. Please give me more.”
“Since you beg so prettily,” Julian said, and slid two fingers deep inside her.
“Yes… ahhh— ” Emma cried out, her hands scrabbling for hold on the table.
Julian’s fingers moved expertly, stroking that swollen spot that made her thighs quake. He pumped slow at first, savoring the clenching of her pussy, then faster, his thumbs flicking over her clit with every thrust.
“Look at them,” Julian commanded. “Look at all of them watching you fall apart on my fingers.”
Emma forced her eyes open, meeting the gazes of the servants crowded in the doorway. Some looked shocked, others aroused, all of them transfixed by the sight of her pleasure. Through her haze, she felt a flicker of gratitude that Seraphine had at least chosen only female servants for the castle.
“They’re watching you be a good little slut for me,” Julian continued, his words deliberately crude, deliberately humiliating. “Watching you spread your legs and take what I give you. Does that excite you?”
“Yes!” Emma wailed, her inner walls clenching around his fingers. “Gods, yes, it excites me!”
“Then cum for them,” Julian commanded, his thumb finding her clit and pressing hard. “Come while they watch. Show them how beautifully you break.”
Emma’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her scream echoing through the hall. Her body convulsed, her legs shaking violently as she shattered.
The all-female servants gasped and murmured, their faces flushed with a mix of shock and undeniable heat. Watching their master take his woman so skillfully, driving her to such shattering heights with expert touches, only deepened their own arousal. But they knew their place; that exquisite pleasure was reserved only for someone truly close to him, not for them.
Meanwhile, Julian didn’t give Emma time to recover. The moment her orgasm began to fade, she heard the rustle of fabric as he freed his cock, thick and hard, ready to pounce.
“No, please,” Emma gasped, oversensitive and trembling. “I need a moment—”
“You don’t get a moment,” Julian said firmly, positioning his cock at her entrance. “You get what I choose to give you. And right now, I choose to fill you while they all watch.”
He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.
“NNGH—FUCK!” Emma’s scream was even louder this time, her body stretching to its limit.
“AHH—TOO BIG—OH GOD!”
Julian set a punishing pace immediately, his hips snapping forward with force, each thrust driving her forward on the table.
“This is what you’ve missed,” Julian growled, his hand fisting in her hair, pulling her head back. The position forced her to look up, to see the servants watching with wide eyes. “This is what you’ve been craving for three hundred years. Tell them.”
“This—AAAHHH!—” Emma sobbed, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as Julian’s hips crashed into her again. “I’ve missed this—NNNGH—missed being taken by you—AHHH!—missed being yours—HAAA—FUCK, YES!”
“And who do you belong to?” Julian demanded, punctuating each word with a particularly deep thrust.
“You—mmph—Master—ahh—only you”
The servants were enchanted, some of them touching themselves through their clothing, unable to resist the erotic display. Emma saw it all through her tears, saw them watching her be thoroughly dominated and claimed, and it pushed her arousal higher despite having just climaxed.
Julian’s free hand reached around to find her breast, squeezing roughly, tweaking her nipple hard enough to make her gasp.
“These are mine,” he declared. “This ass is mine.” He slapped her cheeks hard. smack “This cunt gripping me so tight—mine. Every part of you belongs to me.”
“Yes—haaa! yes, yes!” Emma chanted with each thrust, her body building toward another impossible peak.
“Beg me to cum inside you,” Julian commanded, his pace becoming even more intense. “Beg me to fill you where everyone can see.”
“Please!” Emma wailed, completely lost to the sensation and humiliation. “Please, Master, cum inside me! Fill me!—ahh—pump me full of your hot cum—haaa! Please, I need… need you breeding me right here!”
Julian’s control snapped. He drove deep one final time, his groan of release mixing with Emma’s scream as he filled her, marking her as thoroughly his. The sensation triggered Emma’s second orgasm, her body clamping down on him, milking him, taking everything he had to give.
For long moments, there was only the sound of ragged breathing. The servants stood frozen, having witnessed the complete domination and claiming of one of their master’s women.
But Julian wasn’t finished.
Still buried inside her, he leaned over her back, his lips against her ear. “Did you think we were done?” he murmured, loud enough for the servants to hear. “Oh no, my beautiful Emma. We’re just getting started.”
Emma’s eyes widened as she felt him hardening again inside her.
“Master, I can’t—” she gasped.