I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Julian’s mouth then moved with the same care he had used on her neck, pressing warm kisses across the soft flesh. He shifted to the other breast and repeated the attention, mapping the full shape of her with his lips while his hands continued to hold and lift her.

Then he closed his mouth more firmly and began to leave marks.

The first hickey formed slowly on the inner slope of her left breast. Olivia’s fingers dug into his shoulders. The pull of his mouth was gentle yet insistent, drawing blood to the surface until a darkening bruise began to appear on her pale skin. The sensation shot through her in a confusing wave of discomfort and heat. She bit down on her lower lip, but soft, broken sounds still escaped each time he lingered.

This is my son.

The thought arrived with stark clarity.

The young man who had once been the child she raised was now the one leaving marks over her bare breasts. The contrast between the past and the present cut through her more sharply than the suction of his mouth.

The old Kraven had been reckless, hungry, driven by a lust that ignored every boundary. The man in front of her still carried hunger, yet it was tempered by a focus that felt almost reverent. He was not simply taking. He was paying attention. The difference made the violation of the taboo feel even more intimate and more irreversible.

He left a second mark on the outer curve of the same breast, then moved to the right and repeated the process.

Olivia’s head tipped back against one of the cabinet doors, her wet hair sticking to the wood. Each new bruise drew another tremor through her body and with it, a soft, helpless sound from her throat.

She could feel the heat of the marks already beginning to settle into her skin. Tomorrow they would be darker. She would have to hide them.

Finally after couple of minutes, Julian lifted his head. His lips were slightly swollen and his eyes were nearly black with hunger. He kept his hands where they were, still cradling her breasts. His thumbs rested just beneath the tightened peaks without yet touching them directly.

Julian’s voice dropped to a low, rough whisper.

”I am going to suck them, Mother.”

Olivia’s mind was a complete mess. She did not know whether he expected an answer or whether he was simply telling her what would happen next. The difference felt important and at the same time impossible to grasp. She turned her face toward him.

For a moment she only looked at him, then... she gave a small nod.

That was all he required.

Julian leaned in at once. His eyes remained fixed on her face as his tongue extended and he licked her left nipple. The contact was wet and warm. Olivia’s body jerked softly. A sharper sound escaped her throat before she could trap it. Her hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, tightened hard enough to wrinkle the fabric of his robe.

He did not rush.

He licked again, tracing a wet circle around the tightened peak, then dragging his tongue directly over it.

At the same time his other hand rose to her right breast. Two fingers found the nipple and began to roll it with careful pressure. The dual sensation made Olivia’s knees weaken. She locked them to stay upright. A longer moan left her, higher than the ones before, and the sound surprised even her.

”Kraven… ah…that.... what...”

Her voice had turned openly broken, the taboo of the moment pressing her from every corner. This was her son’s tongue on her breast. The knowledge refused to fade even as her body answered him without restraint.

Julian shifted his attention fully to the left nipple and this time he closed his mouth around it.

The first true suction drew a louder cry from Olivia.

”Ah—!”

One of her hands flew to the back of his head, not to push him away but to hold on. He sucked firmly, his tongue flicking and playing the sensitive flesh while the suction deepened. Each draw sent a clear pulse of heat downward through her body and she was aware of how wet she had become.

Julian then released the nipple with a pop sound and immediately moved to the right breast, repeating the same careful worship. The nipple that had already been sucked remained tight and glistening. The one now between his lips swelled under the same attention.

Only when both peaks were attended and sensitive did Julian pull back. A thin strand of spit connected his lower lip to her skin for a fraction of a second before it broke. He kept his hands under her breasts, and looked up into her face.

”How does it feel, Mother?” he asked. His voice was low and rough. ”Your son sucking your breast.”

Olivia’s face burned. She tried to look away, but his gaze held her. The question forced the reality into the open with nowhere to hide.

”It feels…” She stopped, swallowed, and tried again. Her voice was barely above a whisper. ”It feels too much. I should not… we should not.”

”That is not what I asked.” Julian’s thumbs brushed once beneath each nipple, light enough to make her shiver. ”How does it feel?”

A soft, helpless sound left her. ”It feels good,” she admitted, so quietly the words almost disappeared. ”It feels wrong and it still feels good. I cannot think clearly when you do that.”

He studied her for a moment, the hunger in his eyes tempered by something more focused.

”What difference do you feel from the child me?” he asked. His voice remained low, almost gentle. ”When I used to suck your breast as an infant. Is having your son do this to you now different from that?”

Olivia’s entire body went still.

Her eyes widened in pure shock. The question struck so deeply and so unexpectedly that for several seconds she forgot how to breathe. A violent flush raced up her neck and across her cheeks. She turned her face away sharply, as if the mirrors themselves might offer some protection.

”Kraven…” Her voice came out thin and strained. ”Do not ask me that. Please. That is not something you should ever speak of. It is not the same. It cannot be compared.”