I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Every bold move Kraven made, every time he pushed the boundaries further, the mana responded in kind. It surged stronger, hotter, flooding her body with even more intense sensations and raw arousal. It was as if the mana itself reacted to the growing intimacy between them.

And as much as she did not want to admit it, she could already feel the walls of the Arch Mage realm clearly in sight. The breakthrough was so close she could almost touch it. Maybe it was that overwhelming promise of power as well that made her stay exactly where she was, taking everything Kraven threw at her without truly resisting.

She then felt him adjust behind her.

His body pressed closer, and his hard cock settled perfectly between the cheeks of her ass. The heat of it was unmistakable.

The size. The hardness. The way it throbbed gently against her.

“Kraven… we shouldn’t…” she managed to murmur, though her voice was weak.

Julian smiled behind her.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I’ll stop now.”

Almost immediately, Olivia pushed her ass back.

She snugged his cock deeper between her soft cheeks, pressing against him with a shy but unmistakable need.

“I can handle it…” she said, her voice coming out shy and low, barely louder than a whisper.

Julian’s hands tightened further on her breasts, squeezing the heavy mounds more possessively.

“Are you sure, Mother?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he rolled his hips once, grinding his cock slowly between her ass cheeks. “You sound like you’re struggling already.”

hmm…. mnn

Olivia bit her lip hard, another soft whimper escaping her. The friction of his hardness rubbing against her was driving her insane. She could feel how thick he was, how hot, how it pulsed with clear arousal. The mana exchange surged again, reacting to the increased intimacy.

“I… I can handle it…” she repeated, though her voice cracked midway through.

Her hips moved back again on their own, almost grinding against him.

“Just… keep going… for your healing…”

Julian chuckled softly. He didn’t call out her obvious lie. Instead, he rewarded her by grinding against her ass more firmly, letting her feel every inch of his hardness sliding between her cheeks while his hands continued their relentless work on her breasts.

“Are you getting closer to Arch Mage, Mother?”

Olivia’s response came out broken and breathless.

“Yes… mhh… I can… ahh… see the wall…”

She could barely speak clearly.

Julian chuckled again, clearly enjoying how undone she was becoming.

Her gown had already slipped from one shoulder and was currently held up only by the other. From the slipped part, the edge of her undergarment was clearly visible — a delicate, lacy piece that did little to hide the swell of her breast. With every motion of Kraven’s body against hers, the gown slipped even further, threatening to expose her completely.

What am I doing? she thought to herself in a moment of clarity. What would my husband say if he caught me like this with our own son?

The thought sent a fresh wave of shame crashing through her, but it only seemed to heighten the pleasure.

“Mother,” Julian whispered. “Are you liking this?”

Olivia’s breath hitched. She wanted to deny it. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, her body answered for her. She pushed her ass back again and a soft, needy whimper escaped her lips.

“I… I shouldn’t…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “This is wrong… so wrong…”

But even as she spoke, her hips continued moving.

“Tell me the truth,” Julian murmured, pinching her nipples. “Does it feel good when your son plays with your breasts like this? When he grinds his cock against your ass? Be honest, Mother.”

Olivia’s head fell forward. She could not control herself anymore.

“Yes…” she finally admitted, her voice filled with shame and desperate need. “It feels… too good… Kraven… I hate it… but it feels so good…”

The confession slipped from Olivia’s lips like a broken prayer, filled with shame, disbelief, and raw, desperate honesty. She couldn’t believe she had actually said them out loud.

Admitting it made everything feel even more real — more forbidden.

Julian’s response was immediate.

His hands paused their kneading for just a moment. Then, one of his hands left her breast and trailed downward. His fingers brushed along the side of her body, tracing the curve of her waist before reaching the hem of her red gown.

Olivia’s eyes widened in panic the instant she felt his intention.

“Kraven… not that. Please,” she gasped, her voice rising with sudden alarm.

Her body tensed sharply and a wave of fresh shame crashed over her as she realized what he was about to do.

But Julian did not stop.

He hiked the fabric upward with agonizing slowness. Inch by inch, the gown rose, revealing the elegant curve of her calves, then the back of her knees, and finally the soft, supple skin of her thighs.

The morning light from the window cast a golden glow across her exposed legs, making them look almost ethereal.

Olivia’s heart hammered wildly in her chest.

“Kraven… no… this is too much…” she whispered.

Shock and disbelief colored every word. She had allowed him to touch her breasts. She had moaned for him. She had even admitted how good it felt. But this… this felt like crossing another dangerous line.

Yet she didn’t physically resist.

Julian’s hand slipped beneath her gown and his palm made direct contact with the bare skin of her thigh. The touch sent a violent shiver racing through her entire body. His fingers traced upward – caressing the smooth, sensitive skin of her inner thigh before moving higher with every breath she took.

“Ahh…!”

Olivia gasped sharply. The sensation of his bare hand on her naked thigh was electric and it felt far more intimate than anything that had come before. Her skin burned where he touched her, and the heat quickly spread upward, pooling between her legs.

“Kraven… please… not there…” she whimpered, but her voice lacked any real force.