I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 897: Breastfeed me mother – r18

For a brief moment, the cloth stuck against the hardened peaks of her nipples, refusing to move any farther. He adjusted his grip and tugged again, and the fabric finally loosened. His smile deepened as he paused to admire the result.

There she was.

A mature breast with the kind of beauty that belonged to a woman who had lived, borne, and still retained a figure capable of stopping thought.

The exposed skin was warm under the room’s low light. Her nipples, meanwhile, stood tight and flushed, already betraying far more than her voice had been willing to admit.

Julian glanced up at her.

“Your breasts are so perfect, Mother.”

Olivia blushed deeply, but said nothing. She did not need to. Her body was already answering for her.

He did not wait any longer.

Julian leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth.

“Ahhh—”

Olivia’s moan broke out louder than she intended. The sound filled the locked room before she could trap it behind her teeth. Her back arched slightly toward him, and her hands flew into his hair as if she needed something solid to hold.

He sucked her slowly at first, then more firmly, tongue swirling around the areola before taking the nipples between his lips. The taste of her skin, the heat of her, the soft weight of her breast against his face — all of it fed the hunger he no longer bothered to hide.

“Ahhh… Kraven… slow down. You are being too aggressive.”

Her voice was strained.

Julian obeyed.

He weakened the suction almost immediately. His tongue played with the tightened tip with more patience, circling, flicking, then sealing around it again in slower force.

At the same time his other hand rose to her free breast. He cupped it fully, felt its softness overflow his palm, and rolled the neglected nipple between his fingers.

“Mhhh… yes… Kraven…”

Olivia’s moans had become regular now. Each breath carried sound. Each small movement of his mouth or fingers drew another reaction from her, as if her body had stopped asking permission from her pride.

Julian shifted closer between her knees, and turned his attention from one breast to the other.

He kissed the newly freed nipple first, then took it into his mouth with the same hunger. The change made Olivia shudder. Her thighs tensed around him.

“That feels… ahh… too good,” she whispered.

He answered without leaving her skin, the vibration of his mouth sending another tremor through her. His hand continued working the breast he was not tasting, making sure every part of her was being worshipped.

Olivia’s head tipped back from the sensation. Her throat was exposed, her lips parted, and the flush on her face had spread down toward her chest.

Whatever worry she had carried into the room about the Duke and the King had vanished completely.

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Julian pulled back just enough to look at what he had done. Both of her nipples were darker and wet from his mouth. Her gown remained bunched beneath the full curves of her breasts, framing them shamelessly. The sight alone made his own breathing deepen.

“You sound more honest like this,” he murmured.

Olivia’s eyes opened halfway. “Do not… say that.”

“Why not?” He leaned in again and dragged his tongue slowly over one peak, watching her reaction. “Your body is already telling me everything.”

“Mhhh—”

Her answer collapsed into another moan as he sealed his lips around her once more. This time he sucked with a steadier rhythm, deep enough to make her hips shift on the chair, gentle enough to keep the pleasure from turning sharp. His free hand slid to her waist, holding her there while he worshipped her breasts with mouth and fingers alike.

Olivia was trembling now.

Her hands moved from his hair to the sides of his face, then back again, uncertain and needy at once.

“Kraven… if you keep going like this…”

“I intend to keep going,” he said against her wet skin. “Until you stop thinking about every danger outside this room.”

He took her nipple into his mouth again, and Olivia’s moan broke soft and open above him.

For a full five minutes he did not rush.

He stayed there between her knees and worshipped her with a thoroughness that left no room for anything else.

One breast, then the other. Slow suction. Lingering circles of his tongue. The careful use of his teeth followed by warm kiss. His hands lifted and kneaded whenever he changed sides so that no part of her was left untouched for long.

By the time he finally pulled back, Olivia was trembling through her breathing, and her breasts looked swollen from the attention.

“How did that feel, Mother?”

Olivia was breathless. Her lips parted, but the first attempt at speech failed.

She had to swallow before anything came out.

“It felt… felt good,” she managed to whisper.

Julian’s mouth curved in a slow, lust-darkened smile.

“It would have been even better if you could produce milk.”

Olivia’s eyes widened in pure shock.

For a second she only stared at him, as if her mind needed time to confirm that those words had truly left her son’s mouth. Color rushed hard across her face, deeper than before. Her hands twitched against the arms of the chair.

“Kraven—” Her voice cracked. “How can you say something like that?”

“Easily,” he answered, still looking at her exposed chest with open hunger. “You are already giving me your body. The thought of you feeding me from it is not so far from what we are doing.”

“That is different.” The protest came out weak and flustered. “That is… that is for infants. For children. You cannot speak to your mother as if—”

“As if I want every part of you?” Julian finished for her.

He leaned closer again, close enough that his breath warmed the wet surface of her nipple.

“I do. Including the parts you still think are too shameful to offer.”

Olivia turned her face aside, but there was nowhere safe to look. The mirror of the room, the bed, the locked door — all of it only reminded her where she was and what she was allowing.

“You are being filthy,” she whispered.

“Yes.”