I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

She swallowed hard.

“Do you treat all the women this way…?” Sera asked, keeping her voice light and breathy. “I mean… roughly. No matter how pretty they are or how… important they might be?”

Julian smiled widened. The amusement was clear in his expression. He understood where she was going with this, and the fact that she was trying so carefully to keep up her performance made it interesting to watch in its own way.

Sera quickly leaned in again, both hands now working his cock. She looked up at him with those wide, pleading eyes, trying to distract him with pleasure before he could answer.

“I’m only curious, my lord,” she added softly, almost whispering. “I want to know how to please you best.”

Julian let the silence stretch again.

Sera stayed where she was, watching him with those careful dark eyes.

Inside his mind, Julian was moving quickly.

He thought about the situation from every angle. What is the best method here.

He could go cold and shut the conversation down before it could grow roots. But that would look wrong — Kraven had never been a cold man. Reckless, yes—but not cold. Cold was something different entirely, and if he started performing cold, Vanessa would notice it faster than anyone else in this castle.

He could deflect and make sure she never got a clear answer. That was safer. But deflection had its own pattern, and someone like Sera would notice it sooner or later and report that he was avoiding the question. That would be almost as bad.

The better option was balance.

Give her something real. Something small, but true enough to feel convincing. Show that Kraven still responded to desire and appetite, still had those instincts intact, but kept the deeper parts of himself just slightly out of reach.

He had to let a little of Kraven show through.

He looked at Sera.

“Hmm,” he said quietly.

Sera tilted her head slightly, waiting for him to speak.

“That made me think more than I expected it to,” he said.

She smiled warmly.

Julian leaned back slightly. “But yeah,” he continued, his voice taking on a more relaxed tone. “Almost everyone I’ve been with.” He paused, as if searching for the right word. “I’ve become somewhat rough with them.”

Sera studied his face carefully. Then, in a soft voice, she asked, “Does that bring you pleasure, my lord?”

Julian let out a silent laugh.

“Yes,” he agreed. “In some way.”

Sera smiled properly then. This one was less professional and more personal.

“That was very honest of you, my lord,” she said.

Julian looked at her for a moment. The smile stayed on his face.

Then Sera leaned forward.

She moved slowly, deliberately, giving him every chance to stop her. When he didn’t, she flicked her tongue out and licked along the length of him. The wet heat of her tongue sent a visible shiver through Julian’s body, his cock twitching hard against her lips as fresh blood rushed back into it.

His hand tightened slightly on the armrest.

Sera noted that away and kept her eyes on his face, her breath tickling his skin.

“What about the women in your family?” she asked, her voice low and carefully neutral. She kept her movements slow and steady as she spoke, her tongue continuing its licking and swirling. “Do you think of them the same way?”

Julian’s expression shifted.

It was brief — barely a second — but it was there. Something tightened around his eyes. Not anger exactly, but frustration.

Sera saw it immediately.

She made a decision.

Before the expression could settle, she parted her lips and took just the tip of him into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she applied gentle, steady pressure, her tongue working in slow circles beneath.

Julian’s reaction was immediate. His hands moved to her head — both of them, fingers threading into her blonde hair with a firm, reflexive grip.

Sera held the position, eyes lifted to watch his face. She saw the tension there — the furrowed brow, the slight part of his lips and the way his fingers had tightened without him fully deciding to. His whole expression changed into something unguarded, the careful composure momentarily replaced by something rawer and more honest.

She pulled back slowly, letting him go with a soft pop sound.

She looked up at him.

His chest was rising and falling slightly faster than before. After a moment, he looked down at her, and there was something in his expression that hadn’t been there at the start of the evening—not softness, exactly, but a slight looseness, as if a knot inside him had been loosened.

Sera held his gaze.

“I am sorry if I overstepped, my lord,” she said. Her voice was quiet and genuinely careful. She was acting well. “The question was thoughtless. I should not have asked it.”

She kept her eyes on his, watching for the shape of what came next.

One of her hands stayed wrapped around his thick base, keeping him painfully hard while she waited.

The room was very quiet.

Outside, the distant sound of patrol torches could be heard every so often. Inside, the lamp continued to flicker steadily, its light softly warming the room as time passed.

Julian looked at her for a long moment without speaking.

His hands remained in her hair at first, still and uncertain, as if he had not yet decided to let go. For a few seconds, nothing changed. The room stayed quiet, and he simply held that position, looking at her as if he was weighing something he had not fully put into words.

His cock twitched in her grip, leaking a fresh bead of precum that she gently wiped with her thumb.

Then, slowly, his grip began to loosen.

He exhaled once and his expression began to settle again into something more controlled. But it did not return completely to what it had been before.

“You didn’t overstep,” he said finally. “The question was direct. I simply did not enjoy it.”

Sera absorbed this without flinching. “Understood, my lord.”

“There are subjects,” Julian continued, his eyes drifting briefly to the dark window before returning to her, “that I will discuss. And subjects I won’t.” He looked at her evenly. “You’re intelligent enough to tell the difference.”

Sera nodded once. “Yes, my lord.”

A silence passed between them.

Julian could see her processing the information. She was thinking it through, clearly engaged, and possibly satisfied that she had managed to draw some kind of reaction—and information—from him.

Well, Julian had given it voluntarily.