My Milf System-Chapter 201. Prayers

After introducing Ivy to my realm and telling her everything about it, she was visibly stunned. That’s when she finally started believing what I told her last time when mom and her didn’t believe me that Banji’s wine shop is actually mine. Her interest quickly shifted to the fruits in my realm, and as a merchant herself, she was eager to get some to sell at her shop.

Having someone like Ivy sell my products would be a great way to help the people of this world get used to my fruits. A lot of them are still hesitant to try things they’ve never heard of before.

And even though Ivy and I are sex partners, I made it clear that these fruits won’t come for free. If she wanted them, I’d gladly sell them to her in bulk. But she’d have to visit our shop so we could discuss the terms with my business partners.

With that settled, we began walking deeper into my realm, venturing into parts of the forest I hadn’t even explored before myself. There was something soft beneath Ivy’s edge that l was shocked to discover. A quiet vulnerability she rarely showed. She loved flowers. I hadn’t known that—hadn’t expected the way her face lit up when she saw a thicket of roses blooming wild beside the path. She darted toward them, burying her face in their petals, breathing deeply like she wanted to drink the moment.

We walked hand in hand, savoring each other’s company. As agreed, this would be the last day of our relationship, marking the transition into something new—a respectful bond between a future mother-in-law and son-in-law.

For some reason, everything felt brighter today. The sun felt warmer, the view more beautiful. Birds chirped in rhythm with our steps. Even the artificial clouds hanging in the ocean-blue sky looked real.

After about an hour, we reached a spot that felt just right. A natural clearing, free of trees but surrounded by them like sentinels. Secluded, and peaceful

Ivy breathed in, her eyes wide. "This place is breathtaking... you’re incredible, master."

I smiled and pulled a tent from my inventory. "Aren’t you giving me a little too much credit?"

She shook her head, flashing a smile. "With skills like yours, I’d say you’re probably S-rank, now. Maybe even double S. I don’t think I can compete with you anymore."

I arched a brow. "Says the woman they call Sword Master. I heard a rumor—once you draw your blade, no enemy stands a chance."

"Rumors exaggerate, you know that. But yeah... I think you’ve changed. Ever since you woke up from that coma, you’ve been different. The Asher I knew was quiet, introverted, and always avoided trouble like it was poison. But that day you showed up at my house early in the morning... and groped me without warning—I was shocked. And because I was so sexually frustrated, I gave in. You seduced me, told me I should pray to you now. That’s when I realized you’d completely changed. You weren’t the same boy anymore."

I scratched the back of my head, a little embarrassed despite myself. "I’m sorry for that. I shouldn’t have done it without permission."

Her eyes met mine, calm and unbothered. "Maybe not. But if you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have had such a good time. Wouldn’t have tested that thick monster you’ve been hiding in your pants. Because if you had asked for consent first, I would’ve kicked your ass."

I burst out laughing. "Terrifying."

As she giggled, I started setting up the tent. Once it was ready, I pulled out the sleeping cushions, some food, and sheets to lounge on.

"So..." Ivy said, her voice playful. "Do you still want me to pray to you? On my knees?"

Her gaze lowered to the bulge forming beneath my pants.

"Suit yourself," I said, my tone calm, but my body already reacting.

With a grin, she slowly sank to her knees on the soft, green grass. Then she crawled toward me on all fours, her back arched just enough to make her curves pop beneath the tight fabric of her dress. The visible line between her ass-cheeks gave me an eyeful that stirred my excitement.

She stopped in front of me, her hands finding my belt. With a metallic clink, the buckle came undone. The sound echoed through the trees like a starting bell. She eased my trousers down, leaving only my underwear to contain the heat rising between us.

Her fingers traced along the outline of my cock, straining against the fabric, teasing without taking it out—yet.

"Mmm-hmm... it’s getting big," she purred, her voice thick with lust.

Then she looked up at me, eyes gleaming with that wicked, hungry expression—the kind that screamed, I’m gonna enjoy every second of this. Her lips curled into a smirk as she began tweaking her hips and swaying her ass slowly from side to side, deliberately torturing me.

The sight was maddening—her mature, supple ass jiggled with each sway, soft and full, the gentle clap of her cheeks echoing faintly in the quiet grove. It was hypnotic. Temptation in motion.

"Please... suck it," I growled, my voice low, strained.

The Cougar’s Heat I’d drunk earlier was coursing through me like fire, setting every nerve ablaze. I was beyond horny, almost desperate. Her teasing had taken me to the edge, and I could feel my cock throbbing, ready to shred through my underwear just to break free.

"Now, now..." Ivy whispered, a teasing lilt in her voice. "Don’t be hasty, darling. I’m here to pray, remember?"

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against the bulge in my underwear. Her nose grazed the throbbing outline of my cock as she inhaled deeply—like an addict savoring a line of meth.

"Mmm... what a strong scent," she murmured.

Her tongue flicked out wetting the fabric where the tip of my cock strained against my underwear. It was torture. The pressure was unbearable, like my dick was suffocating in a cage of cloth.

Then she licked it more, tracing the length of my shaft through the soaked fabric, her saliva glistening on the curve of her lips. Drool spilled from the corner of her mouth, dripping down to the grass below as she worshipped the shape of my cock with her tongue, slow and reverent, like it was sacred.

I shut my eyes tight, gritting my teeth. "Come on..." I muttered through clenched breath. "Take it out and suck it already."

She chuckled lowly, wicked and amused. "Oh, I will. The first prayer is just about to finish."

Her mouth continued to tease me, dragging pleasure just out of reach until a warm bead of precum pushed its way out of my shaft, dampening the fabric. She glanced up with a smirk, lips glistening. "Now that’s how a proper first prayer should end."

Her fingers slid to the sides of my waistband, curling under the elastic. "Now then... time for the second prayer."

She peeled the fabric down slowly, and I exhaled sharply as my cock sprang free—finally liberated from its tight prison.

"Oh... my," Ivy muttered, eyes gleaming. "Long time no see, big boy."

Without wasting a second, she leaned in, her warm tongue flicking across the tip, collecting the precum on the head of my shaft. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot up my spine, making my legs twitch.

She pushed her hair behind her shoulders, tucking some strands neatly behind her ear, eyes never leaving my cock. "Let’s see..." she whispered with a grin, "...if I still remember how to suck a cock properly."

Tbc