I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

His hand slid down to her ass, squeezing it firmly before giving it a teasing jiggle. “Cum for me,” he urged. Her body responded instantly, her hips moving in a desperate rhythm.

“Ahhh… Juliann!” she gasped, her entire body shaking as the orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. Her muscles tightened as pleasure surged through her, overwhelming her senses.

The wave of release left her breathless, but her body continued to move. Your next read is at empire

Julian took control as his hips slammed into her, each thrust pushing deeper as his own pleasure built to its peak.

“Ahhh,” he groaned while his grip tightened on her.

With a final, powerful thrust, his orgasm hit. He came inside her, filling her completely for the second time. His body trembled, a low moan escaping his lips as he let himself fully surrender to the overwhelming pleasure.

Regina collapsed on top of Julian, her body exhausted but still vibrating with the aftershocks of their pleasure. His cock remained buried deep inside her, the feeling of him inside her sending one last tremor through her.

For a moment, they both lay there, breathless and gasping for air. Regina could hear the pounding of Julian’s heartbeat beneath her. His hands slowly caressed her back, tender and gentle.

Her eyes fluttered up to meet his and without a word, she leaned, her lips finding his in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a kiss full of love and intimacy, a gentle contrast to the fire that had burned between them moments before.

She pulled back, her breath still ragged as she looked into his eyes.

Julian’s hand gently caressed her cheek. “I love you, mother,” he whispered, his words both tender and raw.

Her heart fluttered as a wave of warmth rushed through her. She hadn’t expected those words, but they touched her deeply. Every part of her seemed to soften at the sound of his voice, the sincerity in his tone sending a surge of emotion through her.

In that moment, she was transported back in time, to when Julian had been barely three years old.

She remembered him wobbling up to her, his little hands reaching out, and with the innocence only a child could possess, he had looked up at her and said, “I love you, mama.”

Time had passed, and Julian had grown into a fine young man. He was strong, determined, and quickly rose to become one of the top figures in the kingdom. He embodied every qualities a mother could hope for in her son.

And now, in this moment, the same scene unfolded, the same words exchanged, but this time they carried more weight. They marked the beginning of a new chapter for mother and son, a shift in their relationship that neither had anticipated, yet both felt undeniably.

“I love you too, Julian,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the depth of her feelings.

His hands gently caressed her face as he pulled her closer, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. Slowly, he slipped out of her, but the intensity of their closeness lingered.

He wrapped his arm around her, holding her tightly, as their bodies settled together once more.

With a deep breath, they both closed their eyes, surrendering to the comfort of each other’s presence. In the soft rhythm of their breathing, they finally drifted to sleep. The world outside seemed distant and forgotten, as if nothing else mattered.

***

Meanwhile, at the border of the Ares Kingdom and the Hades Kingdom, was situated a forest, dark and eerily quiet. Thick trees surrounded the area, their shadows covering everything.

Two figures stood facing each other, their faces hidden in the darkness. The faint moonlight illuminated the dark night, revealing small details—a mask on one figure and a calm but strong presence from the other.

The air felt heavy, as if something big was about to happen, but neither of them spoke. They just stood there, their gaze locked with each other.

The silence broke as one of the figures spoke, his voice confident yet mocking. “Well, we never thought we would be joining hands, Duke.”

The other figure, addressed as Duke, replied in a cold tone, “I have no other choice, Rod.”

Rod chuckled, a low and taunting sound. “This Julian… he has certainly shaken up the power dynamics in your kingdom, hasn’t he?”

The Duke’s expression twisted in anger, his voice laced with frustration. “He sure has. I don’t know how he managed to get so powerful, but one thing is clear—his existence is a threat to me.”

Rod’s expression shifted, his playful demeanor replaced by a serious look. “And why do you think we would help you?” he asked.

The Duke smirked, his anger replaced by a knowing smile. “Don’t act, Rod. Everyone knows Hades has been eyeing Ares for ages. And let’s not forget—your kingdom was behind the death of the son of Norish.”

Rod laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet night. “You sure are well informed, Ethwer,” he said, his tone laced with amusement.

He continued, “You have yourself a deal. If the circumstances arise, your family will be granted refuge in Hades territory as Counts. In exchange, you’ll provide us with the internal information we need.”

The Duke’s fist clenched his with a fierce determination in his eyes. “Fine. But remember, Rod, if you double cross me, there will be consequences.”

Rod laughed, his tone dripping with mockery.

“Ethwer, do not forget, you are in no position to bring consequences to anyone. Your own life is hanging by a thread, controlled by a young mage.”

His smirk grew wider as he watched Ethwer’s face tighten, the weight of his reality sinking in.

He continued with a sly grin, “But don’t worry. As long as you do your part, you’ll have Hades behind you.”

Rod’s tone carried a mix of reassurance and warning, making it clear that Ethwer’s survival depended entirely on his loyalty and usefulness.

“Count your days, Julian,” Ethwer thought inwardly, his gaze sharpening as his mind flashed the image of Julian.