I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“Yesss..” Julian moaned, his voice thick with satisfaction.. “So good, my dear grandmother.”

The queen’s body froze as her mind struggled to process the vile words that fell from his lips. Shock and disgust washed over her all at once as she realized that she was practically his grandmother even if she refused to admit it.

Julian’s cock grew even larger in her grasp, his smug expression only adding to her fury. Yet, beneath the layers of disgust, something darker stirred in her.

With a deep, shaky breath, she began to move up and down, her eyes never leaving his face. To her surprise, her hands couldn’t fully wrap around his girth.

Julian’s eyes rolled back in his head as a low moan escaped his lips. She felt a strange sense of victory at the way he was loosing control.

Her strokes grew more confident with a silent challenge in every movement of her hand.

“Yes..” he gasped. “Just like that.”

The queen’s eyes remained fixed on his face, watching the way his expression changed with each stroke.

She felt a perverse sense of power in the way she controlled his pleasure, his body responding to her touch despite his taunts. His moans grew louder as his hips rose slightly to meet her hand. It was a stark contrast to the cold and calculated demeanor he had shown earlier.

Her thumb brushed over the sensitive tip of his cock, and Julian’s eyes shot open. “Yes….” A low, desperate moan slipped from his lips.

The queen’s grip tightened, and she stroked Julian’s cock with a maddening rhythm. Her thumbs continued teasing his sensitive tip, making him twitch beneath her. Julian’s eyes rolled back in his head and his breath came in shallow, desperate gasps.

With a sly smile, she leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. “Not so powerful now, are we?” she whispered, her voice a sweet, mocking taunt of his earlier words.

Julian chuckled, his voice low and breathy. “You think this gives you power?” he managed to say through gritted teeth, “You are just a pawn, doing as I say.”

The queen’s smile grew even more wicked as she increased her pace. Despite his words, she knew she had him in the palm of her hand, quite literally. She enjoyed watching him squirm under her touch, his earlier confidence slipping away with every stroke.

“Look at you, boy,” she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Julian’s spine. “So eager, so desperate for your grandmother’s touch.”

Julian’s eyes never left hers. “You really think you are in control, don’t you?” he taunted back, his breaths growing ragged with every stroke she applied.

Before she could respond, Julian’s hands reached for her thighs, his fingers sliding up her smooth skin with a disturbingly gentle touch.

She stiffened, her body instinctively reacting to his unexpected touch. His touch was both delicate and possessive, as though he were testing her limits.

But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she held herself still, watching as his thumbs found the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. He circled them slowly, each motion sending a jolt of sensation through her.

“You are already giving in to my touch,” Julian taunted with a smug grin.

The queen’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to steady her breath. She could feel the heat of his fingers pressing through the thin fabric of her gown. The pressure of his thumbs slowly increased as it moved closer to her pussy.

Her own hand shot back into motion, her strokes becoming quicker and more aggressive, each movement laced with fiery determination.

Julian’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as he felt the sudden change in her touch. It was as if she had become a completely different person, fueled by an overwhelming need to prove him wrong, to show him just who truly held the power in this moment.

“You sure would like that, wouldn’t you?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “To see the queen, the most powerful woman in the kingdom, brought to her knees by a mere boy like you?”

Julian simply laughed as his hand grew even bolder, sliding up her thighs until he reached the warm, wet heat of her pussy. The queen flinched for a moment as his fingers traced the fabric of her panty with a gentle pressure that had her entire body on edge.

“Mmhhh….” she moaned, the sound a betrayal of the desire that had begun to unfurl within her.

“Did you just moan?” he teased, his voice a smug whisper that sent a shiver of anger and arousal through her.

The queen’s cheeks burned even more with embarrassment, but she didn’t break the eye contact. Her hand continued to move on his cock with a newfound ferocity.

Julian pushed aside the fabric of her panties to reveal her glistening folds. The queen gasped as his thumbs found her clit, his touch gentle despite the steel in his grip.

“Mhhh….” she moaned again, louder this time. Her eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself in the sensation.

Julian’s smirk deepened, his eyes shining with triumph as he watched the queen’s composure crumble under his touch. Her hand stilled on his cock, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she fought the wave of pleasure crashing over her.

His thumbs continued their relentless tease, pressing down firmly on her clit. “So the queen did fall,” he whispered.

Her eyes snapped open, anger flashing within them. “I have not fallen,” she shot back, her voice filled with defiance.

Julian’s smile grew and without warning, he inserted one of his fingers into her wetness. The queen’s eyes widened, and she inhaled sharply, her body jolting with the sudden intrusion. His gaze remained locked on hers as he began to move his finger in a slow rhythm that had her toes curling.

“You are so wet,” he murmured. “Almost as if you want this.”

The queen’s eyes narrowed, and she pressed her teeth together to keep herself from crying out as Julian’s finger moved deeper inside her. She felt the walls of her pussy clench around him, and she hated the way her body seemed to crave his touch.

With a sudden surge of strength, she brought her other hand to cup his balls, squeezing them firmly. Julian groaned in response with a mix of both pleasure and pain. His sound was like a music to her ears which only fueled her desire to maintain the upper hand.

She continued to squeeze as she watched the way his eyes widened with every twist of her hand.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted in a low and seductive growl.