I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“Fuck, Duchess…” he moaned, his eyes falling back in his head. “You are going to make me lose control.”

She moaned, the sound muffled around his cock. He groaned loudly, his body tensing as she quickened her pace, her tongue flicking and teasing, drawing him closer to the edge.

Julian’s breath grew ragged, his control slipping as he felt the pleasure stacking higher with each skilled movement of her mouth.

“If you don’t stop, I am going to cum,” he warned.

She didn’t stop. Instead, she took him even deeper. Julian’s restraint snapped, and with a sharp moan, he held her head in place as he cummed into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, her mouth glistening with his cum as she pulled back. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, meeting his gaze with a knowing smirk.

Julian watched her with uneven breath, his cock still throbbing from the intensity of his release.

“Now, that wasn’t so risky, was it?” He murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

She smirked, rising to her feet and adjusting her gown. “It was worth it.”

Julian leaned back against the tree, watching as the Duchess adjusted her gown. Her breathing was still uneven, but she quickly composed herself and lifted her chin with the pride of the woman of great lineage.

“So,” she said. “Since I offered myself to you, I hope you will keep your promise.”

Julian chuckled, and an amused smile played on his lips. “Of course,” he said as he stood, fixing his clothes. “But… it all depends on your husband, after all.”

The Duchess narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”

Julian turned to face her fully. “I mean that I won’t cause him trouble,” he said casually, “But if he does… I won’t hold back.”

The Duchess clenched her fists, realizing the unspoken warning beneath his calm demeanor. Julian wasn’t the type to make idle threats.

She swallowed hard and exhaled. “Then… I will make sure he doesn’t do anything foolish.”

Julian smirked, stepping past her. “Good,” he murmured. “For both your sakes.”

Without another word, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving the Duchess standing there breathless, knowing she had just made a deal with the devil himself.

“But he fucks so good…” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the rapid beating of her heart as her legs trembled beneath her gown.

The garden was already dark, but all she could see was him. She bit her lip, suppressing a new wave of arousal that was coursing through her.

She took a deep breath, and even as she regained herself, the undeniable truth remained—she had willingly surrendered herself to him, and she had no regrets.

With one last glance at the direction he had gone, she too vanished, disappearing from the gardens.

Julian reappeared back at the feast. His presence was immediately felt by the ladies around him, and their eyes were all fixed on him. They whispered excitedly to each other before slowly making their way towards him.

“Hey, Julian,” one of the women called out, her voice soft and sweet as she fluttered her eyelashes innocently. “How are you?”

Julian smirked, clearly enjoying the attention. “I am doing quite well, thank you,” he replied confidently.

Another lady with big jewel-like eyes stepped forward. “Julian, what is your favorite color?” she asked.

He tilted his head slightly, glancing at the woman. “Hmm….Red maybe?” he said with a teasing grin. “I find it…commanding.”

The ladies around him giggled, clearly affected by his charm.

One more girl, trying to stand out from the crowd, added, “Julian, tell me, do you like a woman who is bold, or one who is a little more… reserved?”

He leaned in toward the woman, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Both have their presence,” he whispered. “But the bold ones tend to leave a lasting impression.”

One of the women with blonde hair and dark eyes reached forward and gently grasped his hand, guiding it toward her breast. She locked her eyes with Julian, moving his hands in a teasing motion.

Another woman, standing a little behind, pressed herself closer. She was careful not to overstep, maintaining a respectful distance but still trying to make her presence known.

Each woman, whether by touch or glance, was doing her best to gain Julian’s favor. Meanwhile, Julian smiled, clearly aware of the efforts that were being made.

He didn’t pull his hands away and allowed himself to enjoy the moment a bit longer.

The woman buried his hands even deeper between her breasts. “Lord Julian,” she asked curiously, “tell us, what kind of woman do you like?”

Julian leaned in closer, and his hands reached for her waist, caressing it gently with a teasing touch. “Well… I like the kind of woman who’s really good in bed.”

The woman’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but chuckle, her cheeks flushing at the boldness of his words.

“Oh… I see,” she said, her smile now widening.

Julian grinned confidently. “Of course, it helps if she knows how to keep me entertained.” He winked at her.

The ladies around them all blushed deeply. They exchanged glances, some shyly looking down while others looked up at him with more confidence.

Julian winked at them. “So, ladies, if you want to test how entertaining you can get, come meet me.”

The ladies blushed even more, and they nodded eagerly.

Just as he was about to continue enjoying the attention, a soft voice called out, “Julian, Julian.”

He turned around and found Eleanor standing a little further back, her eyes focused on him.

“It seems I have to go, ladies,” he said, giving them a small bow of farewell.

The ladies around him giggled as they bowed in return. “It was nice talking with you, Lord Julian,” they said in unison.

Julian’s eyes stayed locked on Eleanor for a moment before he nodded toward the ladies. “Until next time, then.”

With that, he turned and walked toward Eleanor. She smiled, “You seem to be enjoying this,” she said.

Julian chuckled. “Yes, I sure am, dear sister,” he replied with a mischievous smile.

Eleanor nudged him playfully, raising an eyebrow. “So, how many have you managed to screw with?”

Julian brought his hands to his chin, thinking for a moment. “Hmm… one. And maybe I will have to do you now,” he teased.

Eleanor immediately stepped back. “No, I can’t. I am pregnant,” she said with a smile on her face.

Julian’s grin only widened as he leaned in closer. “And is that supposed to stop me?”

Eleanor chuckled softly. “No, but not now, Julian. We have time for later.” She paused for a moment, then gestured toward the direction where her parents were waiting.

“Let’s go. Father and mother called for you.”

Julian nodded as they both turned and headed toward where Alden and Regina were waiting.

As he approached, he noticed the figures of the King and his grandmother Gregoria standing around Alden and Regina.

He bowed deeply, “Greetings, Your Majesty.”

The king nodded with a warm smile. “Raise your head, Julian. Don’t be modest; today is the celebration of your success.”

Julian straightened up but couldn’t help letting his gaze shift toward Gregoria. Her eyes were fixed on him, and there was something about her presence tonight that was even more alluring than usual.

He leaned slightly in her direction. “You know, Grandmother, you have always had an alluring personality.”

Gregoria’s expression hardened slightly, yet she maintained eye contact. She didn’t respond immediately, but there was a warning in her gaze.

Not one to back down, Julian smirked, stepping even closer as the others continued their conversation.

His tone became bolder, more challenging. “What’s the matter, Grandmother? You look at me like I am the problem, but I have always wondered… What would it be like to have someone like me at your side, hmm?”

She narrowed her eyes and finally spoke, her voice a low whisper, “Don’t mistake arrogance for charm, Julian.”

Julian’s grin didn’t waver. He was enjoying every second of this. He leaned in even further, “You think I don’t know my own power? Maybe I am not just your grandson anymore. Maybe I have grown into something you should start paying attention to.”

Gregoria’s sharp eyes pierced through him, and Julian could not see even a single ounce of hesitation or defeat in her.

“You have grown bold, Julian. But you still have much to learn,” she replied.

“What if I told you,” Julian said confidently, “I have already learned enough to get exactly what I want?”

Gregoria chuckled at Julian’s word. “There are some things, my dear, that you cannot get… no matter how perfect you think you are.”

Her eyes shifted to Regina before returning to Julian. “Like the deal you made with me.”

Julian’s grin stretched wider. “Oh, so you do remember that, hmm? I thought you had forgotten, Grandmother. But it seems you’re just as sharp as I remember.”