I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 906: The promise for the next

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.”

Olivia’s gaze dropped to her own sticky fingers, then to the mess across her stomach. Instead of flinching, she rubbed his cum slowly between her fingertips, feeling the evidence of what she had taken from him.

“I did feel good,” she said before he could ask again. “Watching you drink from me… feeling you throb in my hand. Hearing myself tell my own son to cum for his mother.” Her eyes lifted again. “It felt filthy. And I liked it.”

Julian’s smile deepened. “Say that last part again.”

“I liked it.” Olivia took his wrist and guided his hand back to her breast, pressing his palm over the soft flesh. “I liked feeding you. I liked the way you looked at me when I licked my own nipple clean. I liked emptying you with the same hands that used to hold you when you were small.”

Julian exhaled hard through his nose. “You are dangerous when you stop pretending.”

“I already let you into my pussy,” Olivia answered calmly. “Compared to that, giving you milk and a hand is just honesty.”

She reached down, gathered a little of the cum still streaked over her stomach, and dragged it upward through the valley of her breasts.

Julian watched every inch of it.

“You are going to ruin me,” he muttered.

Olivia leaned forward until her lips brushed his ear. “You came on your mother’s stomach while drinking from her breast. If anyone is ruined, it is me.”

He turned his head and kissed her. Olivia opened for him at once, tasting milk, sex, and her own surrender on his tongue. Her cum-stained fingers slid into his hair and held him there. When they finally broke apart, a thin wet string briefly clung between their mouths before it snapped.

Julian rested his forehead against hers. “I want this again.”

“I know.” Olivia’s voice stayed low and steady. “Next time I will not need half an evening of convincing first.”

**

With a slight chuckle, Julian stood butt-naked and walked to the drawer.

His spent cock hung heavy between his thighs, and as he crossed the room, it swung wildly.

Olivia’s gaze locked there at once.

She followed the movement openly, her own eyes dark with hunger and amusement.

“You really have no shame,” she laughed.

Julian took out a fresh cloth, shut the drawer, and walked back to her. He offered it without a word.

Olivia accepted it.

She wiped her fingers slowly, then her stomach, then touched the damp cloth to her nipple with a small shiver. Julian cleaned his mouth and chin while watching her, still half-hard from the way she handled herself.

When she rose, her legs were not entirely steady.

Olivia pulled the gown upward and covered her breasts, guiding the fabric back into place. Even that simple motion felt indecent now. She adjusted the neckline twice before it sat the way it should, then smoothed the skirt down over her hips and thighs.

There was a faint dampness underneath and the fabric clung where his cum had landed on her stomach. She could feel it each time she made even a minor movement.

Only when she was satisfied with herself, did she turn to face him.

“I’ll go now, Kraven. Your father might already be back.”

The original reason for her visit felt distant now. She had come into this room carrying fear about her husband, about the King and about restless words that sounded too much like rebellion. But somewhere between her son’s mouth and her own arousal, she could barely remember the exact sentence.

Julian was cleaning himself when he looked up at her.

“You are really going to walk out of here and return to him after this?”

Olivia held his gaze. “I am returning to my room. Whether your father is already inside them is not something I can control.”

“That is a careful answer.”

“It is a necessary one.” She glanced down at the way he was still cleaning his cock shamelessly. “Unless you have a better suggestion… Shall I remain here until morning and let the entire wing wonder why the Duchess never returned from her son’s chamber?”

Julian’s mouth curved. “I would not complain.”

“Of course you would not.” Olivia stepped closer to the bedpost and rested her fingers against it. “You are not the one who has to cross the corridor afterward with a straight face.”

“You do it remarkably well.”

Olivia laughed under her breath.

“Well, I am a Duchess. I have been through many situations where I had to control my real emotions and expressions.” She paused, her eyes glinting as they moved over him one last time. “Just… not in a situation like this.”

Julian laughed at that, but remained silent afterward.

Olivia raised a brow, clearly entertained by his restraint.

“That is all you have to say? You laugh after putting me in a situation like this?”

There was a smile on her face. She was enjoying the banter.

Julian’s answer came low and unashamed.

“What else should I say, Mother? You are only a few feet away and I already miss your hand on me.” His gaze dropped briefly to her fingers, then returned to her eyes. “I am not a saint. I would put you in this situation very often if that meant I could be close to you.”

Olivia blushed.

She had not expected him to be so good with words, or for the honesty in them to land so cleanly after everything else. For a moment she only stood there, composed on the outside, warm beneath the gown.

“Oh… look at you,” she murmured. “So sweet. If only I did not know the devil you hide within.”

Julian smiled.

“I love you too, Mother.”

Olivia rolled her eyes, though the flush in her cheeks deepened, and walked back to the door. She opened it just slightly, listened to the corridor, then turned her head enough to face him one last time.

“Next time,” she said, “I want to taste you on my tongue. So make sure to save your seed so I can satisfy my hunger.”