I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 898: We are beyond that mother – r18

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.”

He lifted one hand and brushed the pad of his thumb over her left nipple, watching the way her body jerked in response. The peak was so tight now that even that light touch made her breath stutter.

“We already had sex, Mother. I already felt how your pussy felt, and you felt how good my cock was. We are way beyond that.”

The raw honesty of it, paired with the vulgar tone, made the moment heavier than anything soft could have managed.

Olivia’s breath caught hard.

“But… Kraven… that is a big leap,” she said, her face flushed deep with shame and heat at once.

Julian smiled.

“So you are not actually refusing. You are just shy.”

Her eyes flicked to him. The correction landed too accurately for her to hide behind.

“That is not—” she began.

“It is,” he said gently. “You are embarrassed. You are shocked.”

Olivia’s lips parted, then closed again. Her bare breasts rose and fell between them, nipples still tight from his earlier worship.

The sight of her like that made the conversation feel even more intimate, as if her body were already participating while her pride lagged behind.

“You let me inside you,” he murmured. “You came on your son’s cock and still looked at me afterward as if part of you wanted to stay in that room forever. And now the thought of milk makes you blush this hard?” His smile deepened. “That tells me the idea reached you.”

“Kraven…”

Her voice was soft, almost pleading for less honesty.

He did not give her less.

He cupped both breasts fully, and leaned close enough that his words warmed her skin.

“I am not asking you to become something impossible overnight. I am telling you what I want while I touch what is already mine in this room. These breasts. This body. This mother who keeps opening for me even when the words shame her.”

Olivia shivered. Her hands, which had been uncertain on his shoulders, slid up into his hair again as if she needed the contact to stay upright.

“You make every boundary sound smaller once you speak over it,” she whispered.

“Because most of them are already behind us,” Julian answered.

His fingers tightened slightly around her, and Olivia’s eyes fluttered half shut.

“And you think I want that?” she asked.

Julian kissed the inner curve of her breast, then the swollen tip.

“I think your body is more honest than you are. I think if I keep my mouth on you long enough, you will stop asking whether the thought is wrong and start asking how it would feel.”

“That is dangerous.”

“So are we.”

He took her nipple back into his mouth and sucked once. The motion was just enough to make her hips shift on the chair.

When he released her, a thin string of wetness clung briefly between his lip and her peak before breaking.

Olivia stared at it and the heat inside her deepened.

“You really are shameless,” she whispered.

Julian looked up at her from between her breasts.

“Yes. ” His thumbs flicked both peaks at once. “So tell me again, Mother. Are you rejecting the thought… or only struggling to say that it affects you?”

Olivia’s breath trembled out of her.

She could not hold his gaze for long. Her eyes lowered, then closed, and the conflict on her face made her look devastatingly exposed.

“I am shy,” she finally admitted, so quietly it almost disappeared. “That is all I can say.”

Julian’s smile was slow, satisfied, and full of dangerous tenderness.

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“So I was right,” he said.

Olivia’s lashes lowered. For a moment she seemed to search for a harder answer, something that would restore distance between them.

However, nothing came. The truth was already sitting in the room with them, bare as her chest under the half-drawn gown.

“Yes,” she whispered. “You are.”

The admission changed the air.

Julian rose slightly on his knees and brought his face closer to hers, close enough that his voice could drop into something private and warm without losing any of its intent.

“Then let us try this, Mother.”

His thumbs stroked the undersides of her breasts now.

“Why do you not try to lactate? Let us recreate our childhood.” He paused, his eyes locked on hers. “Only this time, you will be stroking my cock while you feed me.”

Olivia’s eyes widened at once.

Shock flashed through them first, sharp and almost scandalized. Then heat followed, slower and more damaging, because the image he had given her was too vivid to dismiss. Her, seated in his room with her gown open. Him at her breast like a memory made obscene. Her hand wrapped around him while milk left her body for a mouth that no longer belonged to a child.

“Kraven…” Her voice thinned. “That is not a small request.”

“I know.”

“You are asking me to change my body for your desire.”

“I am asking you to use what you already are,” he said. “You are a mage. You are my mother. Your body has given milk before. Mana can remember what flesh has already done.”

Olivia shook her head once, but the movement lacked true force.

“Even if such a thing were possible, it would be indecent beyond anything we have already crossed.”

Julian leaned in and kissed the upper curve of her breast.

“We cannot continue the same argument as before, Mother.”

Her breathing had grown uneven again. She looked down at his hands on her body, then at his face, and the conflict in her expression made her almost painfully beautiful.

“And if I cannot?” she asked.

“Then we learn that much,” Julian replied. “But I do not think that will be the answer.”

Silence stretched between them.

Olivia’s fingers curled against her own thighs. Outside the locked door, the castle continued its night as if nothing in this room were rewriting the meaning of mother and son.

Inside, she was the only one who could choose the next step.