I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 355: Heavy tension

”Keep talking—tell me how good your grandsonʼs cock feels while I fuck you senseless.”

His hips slammed into her with brutal force, each thrust driving deeper and deeper. His hands remained tight on her hips, anchoring her to the bed as he claimed her. His lips were inches near hers, their breath hot and ragged.

”Ahh—Julian!” Gregoria cried, the pleasure too traitorous, too delicious. ”Itʼs… itʼs tearing me apart—God, youʼre too deep!” Her nails scratched his back, leaving red trails as her hips moved up to meet his rhythm.

”Youʼre—ahh—so wrong for this,” she gasped, her words and moans mingling. ”Fucking me like some… some animal—my own grandson…” Her eyes kept on shutting and opening as if she was unsure how to process everything. ”Itʼs sick… But it feels—fuck—it feels like fire, burning me alive.”

Her pussy clenched harder, her orgasm threatening to break free any moment.

”Yes...” Julian groaned, her words igniting his own arousal. ”Fire, huh?” he said, thrusting as hard as he could, his cock slamming into her with a wet, filthy noise. ”Good—burn for me, Grandma. Let it consume you.”

His one hand slid up to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple. ”Look at you,” he taunted. ”Moaning like a slut, soaking my cock—still pretending you hate it?”

He leaned closer, biting at her ear again. ”Say it again—tell me how much you love your grandson fucking you. I want to hear it while you cum.”

Gregoriaʼs eyes widened as the pleasure built to its peak. Her moans turned to cries, her legs tightening around his waist, ready for whatever was about to happen to him.

”Julian—ohh, God, I—” Her voice broke, her body arching beneath him as his thrusts pushed her closer to the brink. ”I love it—fuck, I love it!” she screamed, the confession raw and unfiltered. ”Youʼre ruining me, and I—nngh—I need it!”

Her hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tight as her orgasm washed over her. A violent shudder rippled through, enveloping her in delicious waves of pleasure. Her pussy tightened around him, her moans turning to screams of pleasure. ”Julian—yes, yes—ohh, God!”

Her legs trembled uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over her, drowning her in the heat of her own surrender.

Julian groaned, her climax dragging him closer to his own edge. ”Fuck, Grandma—thatʼs it,” he growled, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his release. ”Scream for me—let it all out while I fill you up.”

His grip tightened, and he slammed into her one last time before he too fell over the edge. His cock throbbed uncontrollably inside her as he came, spilling hot and thick ropes of cum.

Their bodies trembled together, locked in the messy, forbidden aftermath of their intimacy. Julian collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried and spilling inside her.

Gregoria lay beneath him, panting and breathless while her mind swirled with shame, satisfaction, and something deeper she couldnʼt name. Her hands stayed on his shoulders, fingers twitching as if unsure whether to push him away or hold him closer.

”Julian…” she whispered, her voice weak. ”What… what have we done?”

He chuckled softly, lifting his head to meet her gaze. His smirk was still there, but it was softer now.

”What we were always going to do, Grandma,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her sweat-slick face. ”Youʼre mine—and you know it.”

Gregoriaʼs eyes clouded with a battle of emotions that she couldnʼt suppress. Her hands lingered on his shoulders before slowly sliding away, falling limp at her sides. ”Julian…” she whispered, barely holding together. ”This… this canʼt keep happening.”

He tilted his head, his smirk fading into something sharper, more calculating. With a slow motion, he pulled his cock out of her, leaving her gasping softly as her body adjusted to the sudden emptiness.

”Canʼt?” he repeated, sitting up slightly. ”Or wonʼt? ”Because your bodyʼs telling a different story, Grandma.” His hand brushed down her side, reminding her of the heat still burning between them.

She flinched at his touch, her expression hardening as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, forcing some distance. ”Donʼt,” she snapped, her voice regaining the defiance.

”You think this is a game, Julian? Augustus is dying—your grandfather—and here we are…” Her words faltered, her gaze dropping to the tangled sheets, the mess of their act staining the fabric. ”This isnʼt love. Itʼs a sickness.”

Julianʼs expression flickered, but he quickly masked it with a low laugh. ”Sickness, huh?” He leaned back, crossing his arms as he studied her, his cock still half-hard. ”Funny how you screamed for it anyway. Call it what you want, Grandma—I know what I feel. And I know you feel it too.”

Gregoriaʼs lips parted, but it closed just as fast as a faint sound drifted through the room—a weak cough. Her head snapped toward the door, her blood running cold. Augustus.

They both were Grand Mages, and it was not surprising for them to hear something that weak, faint.

Julian followed her gaze, his smirk fading entirely now. He sat up fully, the air between them thickening with unspoken tension. ”Heʼs still hanging on,” he said casually. ”Guess my little tricks havenʼt fixed him completely yet.”

Gregoriaʼs hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she swung her legs off the bed. ”This stops now,” she hissed, tugging her nightgown down, covering herself. ”Youʼve toyed with me enough, Julian. Whatever… this is—” she gestured vaguely between them, ”—it ends here. For his sake. For mine.”

Julian watched her, his eyes narrowing as she stood. He didnʼt move to stop her, but his silence carried a weight that made her pause at the door.

”You think you can just walk away?” He called after her, his voice eerily calm. ”After all this? Youʼre not that strong, Grandma. And Iʼm not done with you.”

She tensed, her hand on the doorknob freezing. ”You donʼt get to decide that,” she shot back, not turning to face him. ”Iʼm still your grandmother, Julian—not your… your plaything.” Her voice cracked on the last word.