I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“You’re not going to tease me and stop there, are you?”

She didn’t answer. Didn’t have to.

The look in her eyes said everything.

She knew what he wanted. And she was ready to give him just that.

She reached up, hooked a finger beneath the thin strap of her nightgown, and let it fall from one shoulder.

Then the other.

The gown didn’t fall completely—not yet—but it dipped low enough to reveal the upper swell of her breasts, the line of her cleavage deepening with every breath.

The fabric clung to her nipples still, but just barely—thin enough that the dark pink peaks showed through. She inhaled, her chest rising—her tits shifting just enough to jiggle softly.

Julian groaned, shifting in the chair, and the motion made his cock throb violently under the thin pants. The tip was already soaked with precum, the bulge straining almost painfully.

“Take it off,” he growled.

The Queen’s lips twitched—not quite a smile, but something darker. She leaned back in her chair, arching her back just enough to push her chest forward. The straps dangled down her arms, and with a silent tug, she let the nightgown slip down to her waist.

Her breasts spilled free.

Perfect.

Full.

The candlelight kissed every curve, catching the soft jiggle as they spilled free. Her nipples were hard, begging for attention. Her chest rose and fell, quicker now, her body speaking what her mouth refused to say.

She didn’t cover herself. Didn’t move. Just sat there, letting him look, letting him starve.

Julian’s cock twitched again, his precum damping the fabric. His hand dropped to his lap, fingers curling around the thick bulge, squeezing as if it might give him relief. It didn’t. Not even close.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re unreal.”

She didn’t reply.

Didn’t have to.

Instead, slowly—so slowly—she spread her legs beneath the table. The nightgown slid higher on her thighs, revealing pale, smooth skin beneath.

Julian’s eyes dropped, drawn like a magnet to the heat between her legs, and when they met hers again, something in him snapped.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

One hand left his lap, reaching down to his waist. He shoved his robe aside fully and tugged down the waistband of his pants. His cock sprang free—thick, hard, glistening at the tip where precum had gathered, twitching with every shallow breath.

The Queen’s breath caught.

Visibly.

She didn’t hide it. Her eyes dropped, dragging over every inch of him, and a faint sound slipped from her lips—half gasp, half groan. She bit her lip, hard, but her thighs pressed together, her fingers twitching against the armrest.

She liked what she saw.

More than liked.

Julian wrapped a hand around himself slowly, not for relief, but for her. He stroked from base to tip, letting her watch every motion. His eyes stayed on her, devouring the way her chest rose faster, her lips parting as though star struck.

Her hand moved then.

Finally.

She dragged her fingers up her thigh until they slipped between them. She didn’t rush. She wanted him to see. Her legs parted more, and her fingers disappeared, gently caressing her pussy.

Julian groaned, jaw clenched tight in self restraint. “You’re soaked already,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

She met his gaze, her fingers still moving under the silk. “So are you.”

“I want to see,” Julian murmured, not asking, not begging. Just… stating. Like he had every right.

The Queen didn’t move for a moment. Letting the weight of the request—or the demand—hang in the air. Then, with slow movement, she grabbed the fabric at her waist and pushed it higher, revealing more skin, inch by inch. Her thighs parted, exposing the pink, glistening lips beneath.

Julian exhaled sharply. “Fuck…”

His hand moved faster now, the sight fueling the fire inside him. “You have been wet since you walked in, haven’t you?”

The Queen’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it.

“Say it,” he urged, his eyes dark, hungry. “Say you wanted this.”

Her fingers slid lower, parting her wet folds as she pressed two fingers inside. Her breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt the stretch.

“I thought about it,” she said, finally admitting. “All night.”

“Thought about what?” he pushed.

“You,” she whispered. “Touching me. Looking at me like you did. I hated how much I wanted it.”

Julian groaned, his head tilting back as pleasure overwhelmed his sense. He stroked harder but drew the sensation, making every moment last for long as he could.

“That’s why you wore that gown,” he said, eyes dropping again to her jiggling breasts, her parted thighs. “You wanted to tempt me.”

She didn’t reply, just rubbed her clit in slow circles. Her other hand lifted to cup her breast, squeezing the soft flesh as her breathing grew shallow.

“Don’t get shy now,” Julian said, breathless, grinning through the pleasure. “You better tell me everything.”

The Queen’s expression darkened. Her fingers moved faster, the slick sounds mingling with her moans. “I thought about you taking me,” she hissed. “Right here. On this table. Like an animal.”

Julian’s cock twitched violently in his hand. “Fuck… Gran.”

She met his gaze—unblinking, daring, wicked.

“Thought about you bending me over,” she went on, her voice tight, shaking now. “Ripping this gown off. Filling me. Stretching me until I screamed.”

His eyes fluttered shut, his strokes growing rougher, messier with each pass. “You want me to bend you over?” he growled.

Her fingers worked, faster, her thighs quivering.

“I want you to lose control,” she whispered. “Like you’re about to now.”

Julian groaned, his cock leaking all over his hand, his whole body tense. “God, you’re fucking perfect,” he muttered. “You’re going to make me—”

“Not yet,” she snapped, breathless, but commanding. Her eyes locked on his hand. “Stop.”

He froze.

Her fingers didn’t.

She teased herself slowly, circling her clit again, hips twitching as she edged herself. “Not until I say.”

Julian growled low in his throat, but his hand stopped. “You like control,” he said. “Always did.”

“And you,” she said, smirking now, “like breaking it.”

They stared at each other, both of them panting, both of them soaked and aching. Her fingers slid down again, this time dipping inside then curling them deep. She moaned softly, her head tipping back, red hair spilling over her shoulders.

“You’re going to fuck me, aren’t you?” she whispered, shuddering. “After all this?”

Julian didn’t speak.

He just nodded.

Then added, rough and low, “Hard.”

Her body tensed.

“You’re going to bend me over this table,” she said, eyes fluttering shut. “Fill me with that thick cock, make me scream your name.”

Julian’s cock twitched in response, and his hand returned to work. “Say my name,” he said, watching her fingers disappear again between her thighs.

“Julian,” she gasped. “Julian, fuck—”

He nearly came right then. His balls tightened, but he forced himself to stop—just for a second—gritting his teeth against the urge.

“You’re close.”

“So are you.”

They matched each other, stroke for stroke, breath for breath. She was panting now, moaning quietly with each circle of her clit, and he was growling low in his throat, his cock slick and hard, his eyes locked on her fingers, her breasts, her flushed, trembling body.

“I want to taste you,” he grunted. “Right now. Right there.”

The Queen moaned.

“I want to cum with your tongue buried in me,” she hissed. “I want to feel you shaking while I ride your face.”

“And then?” he asked.

“Then I’ll sit in your lap,” she said, breathless, filthy. “And ride that thick cock until you scream my name.”

Julian’s hand moved faster, rougher. “You’re going to fucking ruin me.”

She moaned again, body tight on edge.

“Then cum,” she whispered. “Cum for me, Julian. While I finger my needy, wet little pussy.”

That did it.

He exploded with a shout, cum spilling from his cock in thick, white ropes—splattering across his abs, his hand, the edge of the table. His hips bucked with each pulse, and he moaned her name like a curse, voice cracking as he came hard for her.

And she didn’t stop.

The Queen rubbed her clit faster, her fingers drenched, her thighs trembling as she moaned back.

“I’m gonna—fuck, I’m—”