I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

When the waves finally subsided, Eleanor pulled back slowly, her tongue licking him clean with obvious satisfaction. She looked up at him, her lips curved in a triumphant smile.

“Delicious,” she purred, licking her lips. “Even better than I remembered.”

Julian’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, looking down at his sister with a mixture of awe and desire. “You’re incredible.”

“I know,” Eleanor replied with confidence, rising gracefully to her feet. Her hands slid up his chest as she pressed her naked body against him. “And we’re just getting started.”

She kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on her tongue. When she pulled back, her smile was absolutely wicked.

“Now,” she breathed, “I believe it’s my turn. And unlike Mother, who probably fell asleep satisfied—”her hand slid down to wrap around him again, finding him already beginning to harden once more—”I plan to keep you up all night.”

She walked backward toward her bed, pulling him with her by his cock. “I have three hundred years of fantasies to work through,” she said as the back of her legs hit the mattress. “And we’re going to fulfill every single one.”

She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs before him without shame. “Starting now.”

Julian stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over Eleanor’s body with undisguised hunger. She was laid out before him like a feast—blonde hair spread across the pillows, skin glowing in the soft light, breasts rising and falling with her quickened breathing, and her legs spread in shameless invitation.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed. “My sister is absolutely beautiful.”

Eleanor’s smile was pure seduction. “Then stop staring and touch me,” she challenged. “I’ve been patient long enough.”

Julian settled between her thighs, his hands sliding up her legs, feeling the soft skin. “Patience,” he said, though his own voice was strained with desire, “is a virtue.”

“Virtues are overrated,” Eleanor shot back, her hips lifting toward him. “Touch me, Julian. Please.”

His hands continued their slow exploration, moving from her thighs to her hips, tracing the curves of her waist. His thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts, then glided lower—circling the soft dip of her navel before sweeping back up to cup her breasts again.

“Ahh…” Eleanor arched into his touch with a soft moan.

“You’re teasing me.”

“I’m savoring you,” Julian corrected, leaning down to press a kiss to her stomach.

His mouth moved lower, kissing a trail down her abdomen, and Eleanor’s breath hitched in anticipation. But instead of going where she expected—where she desperately wanted—he moved to her inner thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

“Julian!” Eleanor’s hands fisted in the sheets. “Stop teasing!”

“Tell me what you want,” Julian murmured against her skin, his breath hot. “I want to hear you say it.”

“You know what I want,” Eleanor gasped as his mouth moved closer but still not close enough.

“Say it anyway.”

Eleanor’s pride warred with her need for only a moment before need won decisively. “I want your mouth on me,” she said breathlessly. “I want your tongue inside me. I want you to make me cum until I can’t think straight. Please, Julian. Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Julian said with a wicked smile, and then his mouth was on her.

“A-Augh~!” Eleanor cried out, her back arching off the bed as his tongue made contact with her pussy.

He planted soft, feather-light kisses along her slick folds, sucking gently at the swollen petals. He licked slowly, parting her and tasting her arousal.

“Gods,” he murmured against her. “You taste incredible. Sweet and perfect.”

His tongue explored every fold, every sensitive spot. Eleanor’s hands moved to his hair, gripping tightly, her hips rolling against his mouth.

“Yes,” she gasped. “O-Ohh~ fckk, Julian, you’re sooo—WAAH~!” Her moans were cut short as he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked, making her eyes roll in their sockets.

“Ahh… Don… Don’t Stoppp.”

Julian had no intention of stopping. His tongue circled her clit before flicking directly over it, making her cry out. Then he moved lower, his tongue pushing inside her, and Eleanor’s whole body shuddered with pleasure.

He worked her with expert precision—he knew her body as well as his own and remembered exactly what made her fall apart.

“Julian! Oh gods, Julian, I’m—I’m going to—”

Her orgasm hit her with devastating force. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, her thighs tightened around his head, and her back bowed off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Julian didn’t let up, his tongue continuing to work her through it, prolonging the sensations until Eleanor was sobbing with overstimulation.

“Stop, stop, too much,” she gasped, tugging at his hair, and Julian finally relented, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as she trembled through the aftershocks.

When she could finally breathe again, she looked down at him with eyes that were both satisfied and still hungry. “Get up here,” she demanded. “I need you inside me. Now.”

Julian crawled up her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts—taking each nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting until Eleanor was writhing beneath him again. By the time he finally positioned his cock at her entrance, they were both desperate.

“Look at me,” Eleanor commanded, her hands cupping his face. “I want to see your eyes when you take me. Want to see you remember who I am—your sister, your first love, the woman who’s been waiting for you.”

Their eyes met, and something passed between them. This wasn’t just physical desire. This was love.

Julian pushed forward slowly, watching her face as he filled her inch by inch. Eleanor’s mouth fell open, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of being stretched, completed, and made whole after so long.

“Eyes on me,” Julian reminded her gently, and Eleanor forced them open again, holding his gaze as he bottomed out inside her.

For a moment, they simply stayed like that—joined completely, breathing together, hearts beating in sync.

Then Julian began to move.

His strokes were long and deep, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in. Each thrust made Eleanor gasp, her hands gripping his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.

“You feel so good,” Julian groaned, his forehead pressed to hers. “So tight. So perfect. Like coming home.”

“You are home,” Eleanor breathed between moans. “This is home. Inside me. Where you belong.”