I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

AUTHORS NOTE: ALL THE SERVANTS IN THE CASTLE ARE WOMAN.

She hadn’t noticed Julian was still there. Or perhaps she had noticed and was deliberately presenting herself, knowing he was watching.

Julian’s eyes tracked her movements with growing interest. Emma was originally his personal maid before he took her in the harem. Even now, centuries later, she still maintained some of those habits—helping with household tasks, ensuring things ran smoothly. It was part of her nature, her way of showing care.

She bent to pick up a fallen napkin, and her gown pulled tight across her big ass. Julian’s fingers tightened slightly on the arm of his chair.

Emma straightened back up and turned toward the kitchen entrance. As she did, Julian noticed how the neckline of her gown had loosened slightly, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.

She disappeared through the doorway, and Julian found himself waiting, curious if she would return.

Moments later, she did—this time carrying a cloth to wipe down the table. She began at the far end, working her way closer to where Julian sat.

Julian watched silently. She reached the section of table directly in front of Julian and finally looked up, her eyes widening slightly as if just noticing his presence.

“Master Julian,” she said, and the old title slipped out automatically, making both of them pause. A faint blush colored her cheeks. “I’m sorry—Julian. I didn’t realize you were still here.”

“Don’t apologize,” Julian said warmly. “And you can call me whatever you’re comfortable with.”

The blush deepened. “Old habits,” she murmured, returning her attention to wiping the table. But now there was a tension in her movements.

She leaned forward to reach a spot farther along the table, and the neckline of her gown gaped open, giving Julian a perfect view of her breasts.

Emma held that position for a moment longer than necessary.

“You’re staring, Master,” she said softly.

“Can you blame me?” Julian replied, not bothering to deny it. “You look beautiful and hot.”

The compliment made her breath catch. She moved around to his side of the table, innocently to clean closer, but it brought her within arm’s reach. The scent of her filled his senses.

“I’ve missed you,” Emma said quietly, her hand stilling on the table. “Missed serving you.”

Julian stood slowly, moving behind her. His hands settled on her waist, pulling her back against him. Emma gasped, feeling his erection pressing insistently between her ass cheeks.

“Master,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “The servants… they might see.”

“Let them,” Julian murmured against her neck, his lips kissing along her throat. “Let them see how thoroughly I claim what’s mine.”

His hands moved up her body, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her gown.

“Mmmhh ~ ” Emma’s head fell back against his shoulder, a soft moan escaping despite her concern about being watched.

“Julian,” she whispered, even as her body arched into his touch. “We shouldn’t—not here—”

“Why not?” His fingers found the straps of her bodice, slowly loosening them. “You used to love the thrill of it. The danger of being caught. Has that changed?”

Emma’s breathing grew ragged as cool air hit her skin. “No,” she admitted. “But—”

“Then stop protesting,” Julian commanded, his voice dropping to that tone that made her knees weak. “And bend over this table. Now.”

Emma’s eyes widened, heat flooding through her. Through the doorway to the kitchen, she could see movement—servants still working and any one of them could glance through and see. The thought should have mortified her.

Instead, it made her pussy clench with desire.

“Master, please,” she whispered, though whether she was begging him to stop or continue, even she wasn’t sure.

“I said bend over,” Julian repeated, his hand moving to her neck, applying pressure. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

Slowly, Emma bent over the polished dining table. The wood was cool against her palms as her loosened bodice gaped open, her breasts partially exposed. She turned her head to the side, and from this position, she had a clear view of the kitchen entrance.

Julian’s hands moved to her hips, his thumbs tracing circles around the soft flesh.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, his voice low and intimate. “Always so obedient. That’s what I’ve always loved about you, Emma. Beneath all that confidence, you still remember how to submit beautifully.”

The fabric of her skirt rose inch by inch, leaving her lower half completely exposed. Julian took his time, his hands caressing her thighs, her ass, appreciating every generous curve.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his hand sliding between her thighs to find her already slick with arousal. “So wet already. Does the thought of being watched excite you this much?”

“Yes,” Emma whimpered, her face burning with shame and desire. “Yes, Master.”

“Say it properly,” Julian commanded, his fingers caressing her inner thighs but deliberately avoiding where she needed him most. “Tell me what excites you.”

“The thought of being watched,” Emma gasped out, her hips trying to press back against his hand. “Of them seeing you take me. Seeing me submit to you. It excites me, Master.”

“Good girl,” Julian praised, then withdrew his hand entirely, making Emma whimper at the loss. “Now stay exactly like that. Don’t move.”

Emma heard him step back, and panic mixed with arousal. “Master?”

“I said don’t move,” Julian repeated firmly. Then with a louder tone, he called toward the kitchen, “You there. Come here.”

Emma’s eyes widened in horror as one of the servants appeared in the doorway. The figure had to duck slightly to fit through the frame. From the waist up, she was a woman with long chestnut hair, her massive breasts straining slightly against the floral bra. But where her hips should have been, her body transitioned seamlessly into the body of a horse.

“M-Master Julian?” the servant stammered, trying very hard not to look at Emma’s exposed form.

“Look at her,” Julian commanded. “I want you to see what belongs to me. What I can do with whenever and wherever I choose.”