I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

At that, Sera gave him a warm, reassuring smile and nodded slowly.

“Yes, my lord. I am devoted to you now. I will serve only you from now on. Whatever you tell me will stay between us. I promise.”

Julian stared at her for a long moment, searching her face. Then he leaned in slightly closer and his voice dropped to a low, hesitant whisper.

“Yes… I still fantasize about Mother.”

At that honest confession, Sera’s eyes widened for the briefest instant, a flicker of genuine surprise and triumph breaking through her composure. It was there and gone in a heartbeat, replaced almost immediately by a understanding expression, as though she had expected this all along.

But inside, her heart raced.

This was it. The exact reaction she had been fishing for.

She forced herself to remain still. Any sign of eagerness now would ruin the moment. She could not afford to rush.

She kept her breasts wrapped snugly around his cock, refusing to allow even the slightest shift or distance to form between them.

“It’s alright, my lord… You don’t have to feel ashamed. Many sons have complicated feelings toward their mothers. Especially when their mothers are as beautiful and graceful as Duchess Olivia.”

Her voice turned even sweeter.

“Tell me more… When you fantasize about her, what do you imagine? Do you think about touching her breasts? How heavy and soft they must feel in your hands?”

Julian remained silent for a few seconds, his breathing slightly heavier. Sera could feel his cock throbbing strongly between her breasts.

She continued, pressing just a little more.

“You can be honest with me. Young lord… think of my breasts right now… and think of Lady Olivia’s at the same time. Compare them in your mind.”

Julian did not speak.

For several long seconds, he simply stared down at Sera with dark, unreadable eyes. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Then, without a word, he reached down and grabbed her wrists.

Sera’s breath hitched.

He guided her hands, forcing her to squeeze her own breasts tightly together around his cock — much harder than she had been doing before. The soft, heavy flesh bulged between her fingers, creating a tight, warm tunnel around his throbbing length.

Then Julian began to move.

He thrust his hips upward roughly, fucking her tits with sudden, forceful strokes. The wet, slick sounds of his cock sliding between her soft breasts filled the room immediately.

“Ah—!”

Sera gasped sharply.

Julian wasn’t holding back. His hips snapped up again and again, driving his thick cock through the tight valley of her cleavage with raw intensity. Each thrust made her breasts bounce heavily, the soft flesh jiggling and slapping against his pelvis.

Sera’s voice came out broken and breathless.

“Yes, my lord…! Go on…!”

She squeezed her breasts even tighter for him, her fingers digging into the soft mounds as she encouraged him.

“Think of my breasts as Lady Olivia’s… Fuck them… Use them like you want to use hers…”

Julian’s breathing grew heavier. He gripped her wrists harder, using them as leverage to thrust even more roughly into her cleavage. The head of his cock repeatedly bumped against her chin and lower lip with every upward stroke, leaving a trail of precum and saliva on her skin.

She moaned openly now, no longer trying to hold back.

“Ahh…! Mmmph…! Yes… like that…!”

She kept talking between gasps, feeding the fantasy he hadn’t fully admitted to.

“Would you fuck them this hard, my lord? Would you cum all over her chest…?”

Julian’s thrusts became more aggressive. The wet, obscene slap-slap-slap of his cock pounding between her tits echoed in the room. Sera’s breasts were turning red from the rough treatment, but she didn’t complain.

Instead, she arched her back, pushing them out further for him.

“Harder…!” she urged breathlessly.

Her own arousal was spiking. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, and she could feel herself getting wetter with every rough thrust.

Julian’s grip on her wrists tightened to the point of pain, but Sera only moaned louder. Her heart raced with each passing moment. She had never felt him this hard before. Pure animalistic need had overwhelmed him the moment the role play of the duchess began.

After about 5 minutes of silent, continuous thrusts, Julian spoke again,

“Sera…. can I think of you as Mother and cum on your face.”

That caught Sera completely off guard.

“…”

No matter how many times she had lowered herself for the sake of the mission, she had never allowed any man to degrade her to the point of releasing on her face. She had never engaged in something so physically humiliating.

Why? Because her seduction had always been powerful enough to keep men wrapped around her finger without crossing that final line.

But for Kraven… she had already whored herself.

She had let him use her mouth, choke her and even spill down her throat. She had pressed her breasts around his cock and moaned like a common whore while he shamelessly poured soup on her chest.

Yet this… this felt different.

Cumming on her face was raw degradation, something that marked her as nothing more than an object for his release.

As she was lost in her thought, her rhythm faltered for a few seconds. Her hands slowed on her breasts and her movement became unconsciously hesitant. Immediately she could feel the shift in him. His hips wavered as well and his grip on her hair loosed a fraction.

Her heart pounded heavily.

Lady Vanessa’s orders… the mission… if I refuse now, everything I’ve done so far might be wasted.

Sera had to continue. There was no choice.

As if steeling herself, she took a deep breath. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, but she leaned forward again, pressing her breasts tighter around his throbbing cock. The wet, slippery valley enveloped him once more and his hips returned to their original pace, thrusting into her hungrily.

Seeing that, the corner of her mouth raised slightly.