I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

He released her lip only to capture it again with another gentle bite, this time pulling slightly before letting go.

“I forgot how responsive you are,” Julian murmured, his voice rough with desire.

When he finally pulled back, both of them were breathing hard. Regina’s lips were swollen, her eyes glazed with desire.

“Please,” she whispered, all of control abandoned. “Please, Julian. I need you. I need—”

“I know what you need,” Julian interrupted, his voice a dark promise. His hand slid from her wrist down her arm, tracing the curve of her body through the gown.

He released her wrists and stepped back slightly, his eyes roaming over her body with such hunger that Regina felt like she was burning from the inside out.

“Take off your gown,” he commanded softly. “Slowly. I want to see what three centuries has done to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”

Regina’s hands trembled as they moved to the fastenings of her dress. After all the bold words, all the confident seduction in the garden, she felt almost shy now.

Her fingers worked the straps at her shoulder, and slowly, the gown began to slide from her body. The fabric whispered against her skin as it fell, pooling at her feet.

Beneath the gown, Regina wore very little—just delicate undergarments that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her body was absolutely perfect. Her breasts were big and mature, straining against the thin fabric. Her waist curved inward dramatically before flaring to wide, generous hips. Her long, toned legs parted slightly, revealing a tantalizing outline of her shaved pussy, faintly visible through the fabric

Every inch of her pale skin seemed to glow faintly, and there wasn’t a single imperfection to be found. She was the embodiment of mature feminine beauty.

Julian’s eyes traveled over her slowly, drinking in every curve, every line.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “Even more beautiful than I remembered.”

He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His hands reached out, hovering just above her skin without quite touching. “You haven’t changed at all.”

His fingers finally made contact, trailing down her shoulders, along her collarbone, tracing the swell of her breasts through the thin lace. Regina shivered at the touch. Every senses felt amplified, making even the gentlest caress feel overwhelming.

“Mmhh… Julian,” she whispered, her voice needy.

“I know,” he soothed, his hands continuing their exploration. They traced down her sides, following the curve of her waist, gripping her hips possessively.

His lips found her neck, planting hot kisses there. Regina’s head fell back against the wall, a sharp moan escaping her lips. His teeth grazed her skin, making her gasp, before his tongue soothed the sensitized skin.

“Tell me what you want, Mother,” Julian murmured against her neck, his hands sliding around to cup her ass, fingers sinking into the soft, plump flesh that jiggled enticingly under his grip

The hard length of his cock pressed against her stomach, making her core throb with desperate need.

“Tell me exactly what you’ve been fantasizing about.”

Regina’s hands finally found his shoulders, gripping tight as her legs threatened to give out.

“Everything,” she gasped as his lips moved lower, kissing along her collarbone. “I want everything. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to make love to me until I can’t remember my own name. I want—” Her words cut off in a cry as his hand slipped between her thighs, cupping her pussy through the thin fabric.

“So wet already,” Julian growled. His fingers pressed harder against her pussy, the thin fabric no match for the scorching heat and slickness soaking through, coating his fingertips. “My mother is dripping for me.”

“Ahh….Ye~s,” Regina whimpered shamelessly, her hips rolling against his hand. “Ah—yes… yours… I’m yours, Julian”

Julian’s free hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her into another searing kiss. This time there was more urgency, more heat. Their tongues tangled together desperately as his fingers began moving between her thighs. He pushed the soaked fabric aside, his fingers slipping just inside her slick pussy.

“Ah—” Regina’s body jolted, a choked moan tearing from her throat as her hips arched into his hand, greedy for more. Her folds clenched around his fingers, her thighs quaking as she gasped, eyes fluttering shut, lost in the overwhelming heat of his touch.

He walked her backward toward the massive bed, never breaking the kiss, never stopping the maddening movement of his fingers. When the back of her knees hit the mattress, he lowered her down onto the silk, following her down so his body covered hers.

The weight of him, the heat of him, after so many years of emptiness—it was almost too much. Regina’s hands roamed over his back, his shoulders, his chest, touching everywhere she could reach, needing to confirm he was real, that this was actually happening.

“I need you,” she gasped between kisses. “Now, Julian. Please, I can’t wait anymore. I need to feel you. Need you inside me. Need—”

“Shh,” Julian soothed, though his own breathing was ragged with desire. “I know, Mother. I know what you need.”

His fingers pumped faster, her slickness covering the room in lewd, obscene sound. Regina’s back arched off the bed, her hips grinding in perfect sync with his relentless rhythm, chasing every thrust.

“So responsive,” Julian murmured, his fingers moving in slow circles that had Regina panting.

“Yes!” Regina sobbed, her eyes opening-closing then opening again. “Yes, only for you.”

Her hands slid down his chest, inching lower with agonizing slowness. For a moment she hesitated, her fingers hovering just above his cock, the heat from his thick, throbbing length making her breath catch.

Then, tentatively, her fingertips grazed him, tracing the outline of his cock through the trouser. A shudder ran through her, her lips parting in a soft, needy whimper as she felt his size.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, both amazed and impressed, “i nearly forgot how big you were.”