I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

The Queen didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Something had broken loose inside her—something wild and starved and filthy beyond redemption.

Her breath came in shallow bursts as she leaned forward again, this time wrapping both hands around his thick cock. She didn’t stroke, but positioned it just right.

Then, she lifted her breasts, slowly pressing them around him. The wet mess, slick with spit and cum, smeared across her soft flesh, making her nipples ache with need.

The heat of him, the way he twitched—fuck—it was maddening.

Julian groaned, his hands gripping the arms of his chair again. “Mmhh… f-fuck, Gran,” he groaned, eyes dropping to the sight in front of him. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

She just started to move—sliding her breasts up and down along his shaft, smearing his mess all over herself. So fucking wet. The messy sounds, the squelching, coated her skin, making her tits glisten even more.

“Mmhh… yes,” she moaned, the tip of his cock brushing against her hard nipples. “So fucking good.”

Julian’s hips jerked again, his cock twitching with desperate need. “God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, barely able to contain himself.

The Queen moaned louder, rubbing her tits faster over his cock. She didn’t care anymore about control—about holding back. She was drenched, her nipples aching from the constant pressure, and her pussy, a waterfall.

She was ruining herself for him, and she loved it. Leaning back, she angled his cock just right and brought it right to her chest, right to her nipple.

Gently at first, letting the wet tip kiss the aching peak. The contact was electric. Her nipple hardened even more, and her breath hitched, sharp and desperate.

Again. Harder this time.

She rubbed back and forth, painting herself with him, shivering with every pass. The mixture of cum and spit marked her skin, heat radiating from the contact like it was a spell casted by a fire elemental Grand Mage.

“God,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut, “you’ve got me dripping like a fucking whore.”

Julian could only watch, mesmerized by how she had lost herself. She kept moving, her moans getting louder as she let him slip between her breasts again.

“Come on, Gran,” Julian growled, his breath shaky. “You’ve got me so fucking close.”

Her moans filled the air, her nipples hardening even more, her body trembling in need. “Mmhh… yes, Julian,” she moaned, desperate. “Fuck, I’m close too. You’re gonna make me—”

Her breath caught, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she rubbed his cock faster, hotter. The tension built higher and higher, her body aching for that final release.

And just like that, Julian exploded.

Thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock with violent force, painting her breasts, splashing across her neck, her collarbone, even catching her cheek.

“Fuck—!” he shouted, his head falling back, eyes squeezed shut as he drowned in the second wave of blinding pleasure.

But his cock didn’t stop.

It kept going—pulsing again, then again, shooting more and more.

The Queen gasped—stunned and wide-eyed, her fingers still gripping her breasts where they now dripped with his seed. “Mmmhh—God,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with shock and filth.

She hadn’t expected that. Not so much. Not like this.

He was still leaking.

Still twitching.

And all she could do was watch, mouth slightly open, while the last few spurts dripped from his cock and landed across her already-soaked skin.

“Mmmgh… you’re still cumming for me.” Her one hand drifted down her stomach, reaching between her legs again. The moment she did her thighs clenched together.

“You made such a mess of me,” she whispered, breathless. “So fucking much… I can feel it everywhere…”

Julian barely managed to open his eyes but when he saw her there, dripping with him, licking her lips as she scooped his cum off her chest with her fingers and sucked them clean?

He moaned. Loud. Helpless. Like he could cum again just from that alone.

Without giving him even a second to recover, she leaned forward again, licking his still-pulsing cock. He gasped—body jerking, hips twitching—as her tongue dragged through the mess, cleaning up thoroughly.

“F–fuck,” Julian groaned, his voice cracking. “You are insatiable.”

She didn’t answer. Her lips were too busy.

She licked him clean—inch by inch, tip to base, moaning softly like his cum was her favorite treat. Every swipe of her tongue sent tremors through him, his cock still hard despite the brutal climax.

Julian’s hand finally reached for her hair, gripping the red strands and collecting them in a fist. He gathered it into a loose ponytail, pulling just enough to tilt her face up.

Her mouth was still full.

Her eyes locked on his.

“Mmh…” she moaned around the tip of his cock.

He couldn’t help the smug grin that tugged at his lips. “Seems the title of Queen gave you strength to suck cock even better,” he said, voice low and teasing.

Her eyes narrowed.

Challenge accepted.

She moaned again, louder this time, and sank down—deep—until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Julian’s whole body jolted. His legs flailing and his knuckles whitened around her ponytail.

“You’re gonna—fuck—you’re gonna kill me,” he gasped, laughing through his groan.

She pulled back with a wet pop, licking her lips. Then, with a grin that mirrored his own, she dragged her breasts across his cock—slowly, intentionally, smearing the leftover mess across her chest/

“Still hard,” she murmured, voice low and breathy. “Guess that means we’re not done yet…”

Julian chuckled, his eyes flickering with amusement. “Yeah,” he murmured, “I still haven’t fucked you rough.”

The Queen’s lips curled into a wicked smile. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. She wanted that. Needed it more than her sanity itself.

She rose to her feet, cum still glistening on her chest proudly. Julian’s hands slid to her waist, possessive, demanding and pulled her toward him like he owned her. She let him.