I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“Mmmh…” A soft, breathy moan escaped Shayla’s lips, his warmth drowning her whole.

Aryl sat motionless, her breath catching in her throat as she watched Julian’s hand cup Shayla’s breast—slow, possessive. The soft sound of her mother’s moan sent a ripple through her, awakening something both terrifying and electric deep inside.

Her fingers curled at her sides, legs trembling slightly as her thighs pressed together on instinct.

Julian glanced at her then, his smirk shifting to that of a knowing smile. She felt his gaze like a spark across her skin, making her shiver. A soft gasp escaped her lips, the sound like a melody to Julian’s ear. Her nipples stiffened in the cool air, her chest rising with each shaky breath.

Her eyes lowered—following Julian’s hand, watching how her mother’s breast melted to his grip, how Shayla arched ever so slightly into his touch.

“Mmhh…..yes…”

Another moan from Shayla, and Aryl felt her knees weaken.

Julian’s smile deepened. “Curious, Aryl?” he purred, extending his hand toward her.

Aryl swallowed hard, unable to utter a single word. Her breathing quickened, her heart thundering in her chest.

The line between shock and desire blurred fast.

And she was already too far in to turn back.

Julian’s fingers brushed lightly against her arm, the contact jolting through her like lightning.

“Mmhh…”

His hand slid upward, over the curve of her shoulder, then slowly down the side of her chest. Her nipples tightened further, aching now, and she instinctively leaned into his touch—just slightly, but enough for him to notice.

“Soft…” Julian murmured, his voice low and intimate. “So very soft…”

Aryl trembled.

Beside her, Shayla watched—still in Julian’s grasp—her eyes flicking between her daughter and the Archduke, lips parted in shallow breath.

And Vigg sat motionless, his world breaking apart, forced to watch as the Archduke took what he had once believed was his.

Julian’s fingers continued their slow, maddening path down Aryl’s side, never rushing, never in a hurry. He didn’t grab. He didn’t grope. He just hovered—his hand mere inches from her breast.

Aryl’s eyes widened, her chest rising and falling faster with each second. Her lips parted slightly, a needy whimper of both desire and frustration escaping without her consent.

She could feel the heat of his hand, so close that it made her nipples ache.

Her breath grew shallower as she instinctively leaned closer, silently begging for his touch.

But he didn’t give in, didn’t touch her where she wanted him to.

He danced just beside them, deliberately avoiding the very spot her body now screamed for him to claim.

Aryl squirmed, completely torn between shame and longing. Her gaze flicked to Shayla, who stood at her said, uttering not a single word.

Julian then paused.

Testing her patience.

And that pause was unbearable.

Her frustration boiled over, and with a gasp that surprised even herself, Aryl grabbed his hand and placed it firmly over her breast.

“Ahh—!” she gasped, her knees trembling as heat exploded through her chest.

Julian’s eyes gleamed with amusement. He let his hand settle, feeling the soft weight fill his palm, the nipple already erect beneath his fingers. His thumb moved slowly—once—just enough to draw a shuddering moan from her lips.

“Ahhh…”

He then leaned in—close enough that his breath caressed her ear, warm and commanding.

“Look at Vigg,” he whispered.

Aryl stiffened, a moan stuck in her throat. Julian’s words slid into her mind like a fire, hot and inescapable.

“He’s watching us.”

Aryl’s heart thudded painfully. She turned her head—hesitant, trembling—and her eyes met her brother’s at the edge of the bed.

Vigg sat still as stone, his jaw clenched, eyes locked on her… on them. His face was pale, expression unreadable—but his hands trembled on his thighs, his entire body screaming with rage and helplessness.

Aryl’s lips quivered.

Julian’s voice whispered again, softer this time. “Do you feel it, Aryl?” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “His jealousy… his helplessness… his love.”

He moved his thumb again, slowly circling.

“He’s watching you fall into me…and he can’t stop it.”

Aryl whimpered again—soft, broken—her body caught between guilt and a dark, rising thrill she couldn’t deny anymore.

Julian’s other hand retreated from Shayla and slid across her back now, drawing her even closer.

“Come, Aryl,” he whispered. “Show him how much you want this.”

Her eyes remained on Vigg’s—pleading, apologetic—as Julian’s hands reached for hers, guiding it to his chest. Her heart quickened as he lowered it over his abs, the muscles tightening under her trembling touch.

He kept her there, not wanting to push her further.

He wanted her to fall—willingly.

Aryl was trembling in his grasp, caught between his touch and the silence roaring in her ears. Then her eyes met Vigg’s.

He shook his head, his eyes burning with raw emotions.

Don’t, his eyes seemed to plead. Please… don’t.

But it only made her wetter.

That pain on his face, the helplessness etched in his clenched jaw, was intoxicating. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was possession. Love shattering. And it thrilled her.

A shiver of sick, wicked pleasure rippled through her. Her thighs pressed tighter.

And then, her body moved.

She slid her hand down Julian’s chest, feeling the heat of his body rise beneath his skin. Then lower… Her palm hovered for a heartbeat just above his cock—until she touched it.

Her breath hitched.

He was hard, straining his trousers, the bulge hot and heavy beneath her fingers. Her hand trembled as it curled around it—bold, desperate, shaking.

Julian inhaled through clenched teeth, his chest rising as he exhaled in satisfaction.

“Ahh… fuck,” he groaned. “That’s it, Aryl.”

She squeezed gently, and his cock twitched—so eager, so alive. It made her ache. Her pussy soaked her gown, the thin fabric no longer hiding how aroused she was.

Julian’s hand left her breast only to slide down her back, resting at her ass. He gripped her, firm and possessive, pressing her closer so she could feel every inch of his cock beneath his trousers.

“You made me like this,” he whispered against her neck, biting down lightly. “Now what are you going to do about it?”