I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 905: Never this before – final

Warm. Faintly sweet. Mixed with his breath and the heat of the act itself.

Julian kissed her deeply, without rush and without mercy, feeding the taste back into her while his wet fingers continued smearing milk over her breast.

Olivia made a broken sound into his mouth. Her hand resumed stroking him almost desperately, as if motion could keep her from drowning in the meaning of what she was doing.

When he broke the kiss, a smear of milk shone on both their lips.

“Look at you,” Julian murmured. “Drinking what your own body made for me.”

Olivia’s face was burning. “You made me do that.”

“No.” He kissed the corner of her mouth once more. “You leaned in.”

Before she could answer, he cupped her milk-slick breast and lifted it slightly toward her face.

“Clean it.”

Olivia stared at him.

“Kraven, that is—”

“Your milk is already on your skin. Taste it. I want to watch my mother drink from herself while she strokes my cock.”

The demand was so filthy it left her blank for a breath. Then, with a visible shudder of surrender, Olivia lowered her head.

Her tongue touched her own nipple.

The taste of milk spread across it again, more direct this time, more humiliating, and a helpless noise escaped her throat. She licked slowly, cleaning the trail he had poured there, while her fist kept pumping him in short, shaken strokes.

“That’s it,” Julian said, voice rough with approval. “Good girl. Good mother.”

“Don’t call me that while I—”

“While you lick your own milk for me?” He finished the sentence for her without pity. “I will call you exactly what you are.”

Olivia closed her eyes and took more of her nipple into her mouth, sucking once as if the act itself might stop him talking.

It did the opposite.

Julian exhaled hard, his hips pushing into her hand, clearly edging closer by the sight. Her breast glistened under her own tongue. The image was so thoroughly wrong that desire and shame no longer felt separate.

She pulled back with a gasp.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You are,” Julian said. “And you are doing it well.”

He guided her breast back to his own mouth and drank again, deeper than before. Olivia cried out softly and clutched the back of his head, holding him there while her other hand worked his cock with less restraint. The words started coming again without her having to dig for them.

“Take it all,” she breathed. “If this is what my son wants, then take it. Use Mama’s breast. Use my hand. I already let you inside me. I already came on you. There is nothing left to protect.”

Julian’s answering groan vibrated through her chest.

“Say that again.”

Olivia’s voice shook. “There is nothing left to protect. You are already in every place a son should never be. So drink. Finish. Let me feel you lose control in my hand like you lost it in my cunt.”

The vulgarity of her own mouth stunned her, but she did not take it back. Her fist slid faster over him, slick with precum, twisting at the head on every upward stroke. Julian sucked hard at her breast, then harder still, and milk spilled from the corner of his mouth as he failed to swallow all of it in time. The excess ran down her stomach in a thin warm line.

“Kraven—ahh—you’re going to make me—”

She did not even know what word she meant to use. Empty. Break. Cum. All of them felt dangerously close.

Julian released her nipple and looked up at her with wet lips and open hunger.

“Keep talking.”

Olivia’s forehead dropped against his for a second. Her hand never stopped.

“I used to hold you like something precious,” she whispered. “Now I hold your cock the same way. That should destroy me. Maybe it has. But if my child wants milk, I give milk. If he wants my mouth, my hand, my body, I give those too.” Her grip tightened. “Cum for me. Stop holding back and give it to your mother.”

That broke him.

Julian’s breath caught hard. His hips jerked into her fist once, twice, and then his climax hit with a force that made his whole frame tense against her. Hot ropes of cum spilled over Olivia’s fingers and across the lower curve of her stomach, thick and sudden. She kept stroking him through it, slower but complete, milking every pulse from him while her breast, still wet with milk and saliva, rose and fell under his cheek.

“That’s it,” she murmured shakily, almost in awe of the mess they had made. “That’s it… give it all to me.”

Julian groaned her title against her skin as the last spasms left him.

For several seconds neither of them moved beyond the small, involuntary ones. Olivia’s hand stayed wrapped around his spent cock, slick with his release. Milk still beaded lazily at her nipple. Between her breasts, stomach, and fingers, the evidence of everything they had done shone wetly in the low light.

Olivia finally let out a long, trembling breath.

Her face was still flushed with embarrassment. Her body was still open with arousal. And in the silence after his climax, she understood with terrible clarity that the line she kept trying to name was no longer ahead of them.

It was already behind.

**

Even Julian was affected beyond belief.

He had not expected it to feel this good. He had his own incestuous history with Regina, his biological mother. But he had never roleplayed it this way before.

Maybe I should do this once I go back to the Throne of Gods, he thought, a faint smile touching his face.

Olivia was still catching her breath above him.

Julian tipped his head and looked up at her.

“Mother… that was so good.”

Olivia closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them again, she gave the smallest nod.

“Yes,” she whispered. “It was.” Her throat worked. “I cannot believe I said those things.”

Julian brushed a strand of hair from her cheek with surprising gentleness. “I can. Once you stopped fighting yourself, everything you said came out naturally.”

Olivia’s gaze flicked away. “That is what frightens me.”

“Did you feel good?” he asked.

The question made her pause.

“…Yes,” she said at last. “I felt good. Too good.”