I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Julian’s breath deepened. A low sound of approval vibrated in his throat when her palm explored more of him.

Olivia’s hand continued downward.

She traced the defined lines of his abs, feeling each ridge of muscle under warm skin. The vitality there startled her. It was dense, alive, and unmistakably male.

”Hmm...”

A soft, audible moan escaped her before she could stop it. The sound surprised them both.

How long has it been since I touched such defined abs?

The thought rose unbidden. Her husband’s body was familiar... shaped by years of shared life and affection. Yet it did not carry this same strength, this same youthfulness. Touching Julian felt like placing her hand on a warm furnace. Her fingers trembled slightly as they followed the central line of his abs.

Heat had begun gathering low in her own body.

She tried to continue downward on her own and found that she could not.

Her hand hovered just above the waistband of his trousers, her fingers curled and uncertain. Desire pushed her forward but shame held her back. The conflict left her frozen in place.

Julian did not waste any time and covered her hand with his own.

He guided it the rest of the way without force and settled them directly over the hard bulge that strained against the fabric.

Olivia’s breath caught sharply. Her eyes flicked down, then back up to his face in open shock. Even through the cloth she could feel the thickness and girth of his cock. He was fully hard, and the size under her hand made her pulse race.

Julian leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. The moan he released then was low and rough, vibrating directly against her skin.

The sound made her heart flutter so violently she felt momentarily dizzy. Her fingers twitched against the bulge in an involuntary motion. Another quiet, helpless noise escaped her. She was cupping her own son’s cock and feeling it throb under her palm, while her husband sat only a short distance away on the other side of a locked door.

Julian’s hand stayed over hers.

”That is what you do to me, Mother,” he murmured against her ear. His voice had turned thicker. ”This is how much I want you.”

Olivia’s thighs pressed together. The ache between them had grown impossible to ignore. She gave his cock a tentative, almost exploratory stroke through the fabric. Julian’s hips shifted forward a fraction, and another low sound left him, warmer this time.

She swallowed hard.

”Kraven…” His name came out unsteady. ”If we continue like this… I do not know if I will be able to stop.”

”Then do not stop,” he answered. His free hand rose to cradle the back of her neck, fingers sliding into the damp strands of her hair. ”Touch me properly. Feel all of it.”

Olivia’s resistance thinned further. Her hand moved with more purpose, tracing the full shape of him through the cloth. Each slow stroke drew a deeper reaction from him: a tighter grip in her hair, a quieter groan against her ear, a subtle thrust of his hips into her palm.

The reaction made her own desire climb higher. She felt empty in a way that embarrassed her. She wanted his mouth back on her breasts. She wanted the hard heat under her hand. She wanted the circuit of mana and the circuit of bodies to become the same thing.

Julian’s lips brushed the side of her neck, just above one of the earlier marks.

”You feel perfect,” he whispered. ”Your hand on me… the way you tremble when I make that sound… everything about this feels right even when the world says it should not.”

Olivia’s forehead dropped against his shoulder. She continued to stroke him through the fabric, slower now, almost reverent. The last of her verbal protests had dissolved into soft, continuous sounds of need. She was still aware of the Duke’s presence beyond the wardrobe door. The risk had not disappeared. Yet the weight of that risk no longer felt sufficient to make her pull her hand away.

She turned her face slightly and pressed a hesitant kiss to the side of his neck in return.

Julian’s breath shuddered. His hand tightened in her hair, and the arm around her waist drew her more firmly against him until her bare breasts flattened against the hard plane of his chest. The contact drew a broken moan from both of them at once.

**

It was then when Julian’s hand moved as well.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, the hand that had been resting at her waist slipped downward. They traced the soft curve of her hip, then continued lower until his fingers hovered dangerously close to the heat between her thighs.

Olivia’s breath hitched sharply.

”Kraven…” she whispered.

He answered by pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.

”Keep touching me,” he murmured against her skin.

Olivia swallowed hard. Desire and conflict warred inside her for a moment longer.

Then she obeyed.

Her hand continued stroking and teasing his cock through the fabric of his trouser. However, she still lacked the courage to slip inside and touch him skin to skin… yet.

Meanwhile,

Julian’s hand slid fully inside the open edges of her robe. His palm came to rest high on the soft inner surface of her thigh. The contact was intimate enough to make her legs tremble.

”Mmh…”

He did not rush higher at once. Instead he began to tease the sensitive skin there with slow, light circles of his fingertips. Each pass moved a fraction closer to the place where she was already wet and aching.

”Ahh… nnh… Kraven…”

Olivia’s soft moans began to fill the wardrobe again. The sounds were higher and more broken than before. She bit her lower lip, but the noises still escaped every time his fingers brushed a particularly sensitive spot on her inner thigh.

”Hah… mmh…”

Her own hand on his cock moved with less rhythm, distracted by what he was doing to her.

Julian took his time.