I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

”But… you can still lactate, right, Mother?” he whispered. ”You are a mage. I’m sure you can control your body… make your breasts swell and fill with warm, sweet milk.”

Olivia’s eyes widened in shock.

He went there.

She had known... deep down that the moment he first mentioned lactation that he would push exactly this far. The depravity of it all made her stomach twist even as her body burned hotter.

”Kraven,” she gasped, her voice laced with panic.

She tried to pull back again but his strong arms held her firmly in place without hurting her.

”Let’s stop this. We have completed the deal, and you’ve already touched me as much as you like. You must leave now. Please.”

Julian didn’t pull away. Instead, he brushed his lips softly against the shell of her ear, his breath hot and teasing as he continued speaking.

”Mother… just think about it,” he whispered, his voice smooth and seductive. ”We can reenact those times right now. Aren’t you curious how it would feel after all these years? Just imagine it.”

Olivia’s hands tightened desperately on his wrists, trying to push his hands away from her breasts. Her mind screamed at her to resist.

No. This has gone too far. I cannot let this happen.

But despite her efforts, vivid and taboo images slipped past her defenses anyway. She saw Julian as a baby... and now as the powerful young man he had become, resting in her lap with his mouth latched onto her nipple. He sucked and swallowed her warm milk greedily while she cradled his head. The thought made her core throb violently with shame.

”No… we cannot, Kraven,” she protested. ”Stop this. It’s too much. I’m your mother. I gave birth to you. I nursed you when you were innocent and small. We can’t twist that memory into… into something filthy and sexual. Please, just go. Before we both regret this forever.”

Julian’s smile never faltered. Instead, he brought his other hand up to her neglected breast and cupped it with newfound intensity.

But...

knock knock

The sound came without warning.

Just as Julian was about to lean in to push her further, a sharp knock echoed through the room.

The sudden sound completely shattered the thick, charged atmosphere that had grasped the room for past few hour. Olivia’s eyes went wide with pure terror. She physically flinched and her body jolted in fear as reality crashed back down on her like cold water.

”Dear, it’s me. Open the door,” came a deep, manly voice from the other side.

The Duke. Her husband.

Olivia immediately tried to stand, but her legs had gone completely numb from the long time she had spent kneeling while pleasuring Julian. They trembled uselessly beneath her, refusing to support her weight. Panic surged through her veins like fire. With rising desperation, she looked up at Julian and spoke in a low, frantic whisper.

”Kraven, it’s your father. Go away fast. We cannot afford to let him see us like this.”

Julian clicked his tongue in annoyance at the sudden interruption. Just when we were getting to the good part, he thought to himself. The presence inside him stirred with frustration, but he knew she was right. If the Duke were to catch them in this state, it would be catastrophic. The consequences would destroy everything.

Without another word, he stood up quickly and pulled his trousers back up over his still-hard cock. As he adjusted his clothes and brushed his hair back with his fingers, his eyes returned to Olivia.

She had become a whirlwind of desperate motion.

One moment she was frantically tidying her nightgown... trying to wipe away the sticky evidence of his release from her hands and chest. The next moment she was spraying a floral-scented mist into the room to mask the unmistakable musk that lingered.

She could barely think straight through the haze of fear and lingering shame. Her cheeks burned as she scrubbed at the dried cum on her skin with the edge of her gown. Every second felt like an eternity.

”Coming, my love. Just a moment,” she called out toward the door, forcing her voice to sound as normal as possible.

Julian watched her for a few heartbeats longer. Even in her panic, she looked beautifully ruined.

”Mother,” he said softly, his voice low enough that only she could hear. ”Thank you for doing what you did today.”

Olivia barely had time to turn her head before she caught the sight of his vanishing figure. He slipped out through the side door that connected to the private corridor and moved silently down the hallway. The door clicked shut behind him just as another, more insistent knock sounded from the main door.

Olivia’s heart was still racing as she finally managed to stand on shaky legs. She smoothed down her nightgown one last time, sprayed another burst of the floral mist, and took a deep, steadying breath. The scent of Julian’s cum and her arousal still faintly clung to her skin beneath the artificial perfume.

Gathering whatever composure she had left, she slowly stepped towards the door.

What have I done? If my husband had arrived even a minute later… The thought was too horrifying to finish. She plastered a tired but affectionate smile on her face and opened the door.

The Duke stood there, tall and distinguished, his brow slightly furrowed with concern. ”Is everything alright, Olivia? You took quite a while.”

”Yes, my dear,” she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. ”I was just… resting. It has been a long day.”

As she let him inside and closed the door behind him, a part of her mind remained trapped in the previous moments. The weight of Julian’s hands on her breasts. The filthy promises he had whispered. The way her body had betrayed her so completely. She wondered how long she could keep this dangerous secret buried before it consumed them all.

**

And so the life of Julian as the son of the Duke continued in the castle of Astran with new tales and twists every day.