I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

As Julian walked down the hallway, a small chuckle escaped his lips. He couldn't help but think how cute his grandmother looked when she wore such a confused expression.

His expression shifted to something more serious as his thoughts wandered.

"The most powerful things in the world are words. They are capable of nourishing you as well as torturing you, all from the insides."

He paused for a moment as the weight of his words settled in. His power and influence were not just in his abilities, but in the subtle manipulation of others' thoughts, perceptions, and emotions. And he knew, more than anyone, how words could shape destinies, whether for better or worse.

As Julian opened the door to his room, he was greeted by the sight of Eleanor sitting comfortably on his bed with a playful smile on her face.

"Welcome back, husband," she said, her voice warm and teasing.

Julian couldn't help but grin at the sight of her. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment and observed her.

"Seems like someone has been waiting for me," he said with a subtle smile.

Eleanor gave a warm, lovely smile and replied. "I missed you."

Julian stepped closer to Eleanor. He leaned down, his eyes locking with hers for a brief moment, before he closed the distance and kissed her softly on the lips.

The kiss was slow and gentle, filled with love and affection that they both now shared.

Julian pulled back from the kiss, his lips curling into a mischievous grin as he met Eleanor's gaze. "I missed you too, sister," he said.

Eleanor blushed, a faint pink coloring her cheeks as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Did you now?" she responded, her tone playful but edged with a hint of suspicion.

"I'm sure you charmed your way into the bed of some woman in the royal palace."

Julian chuckled, at her response. "Maybe I did," he said with a wink, "but none could compare to you, Eleanor."

Eleanor rolled her eyes but could not help the smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Julian leaned in slightly as he asked, "So, how's our baby?"

Eleanor's face flushed deeply at the suddenness of the question. She placed a hand on her stomach, her touch gentle as she looked down, a mix of emotions crossing her face.

"Well," she began, her voice soft, "it's fine... I do feel some frequent movement."

Her eyes met his again with a hint of both pride and vulnerability in her gaze.

Julian leaned down, his hand gently resting on her waist as he planted a soft kiss on Eleanor's stomach.

Eleanor's hands moved to his head, her fingers lightly caressing his hair. She smiled down at him, a soft, genuine smile that reflected both love and pride.

Julian pulled back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes as he said, "Well, take care of your daughter… or should I say, niece?"

Eleanor laughed softly, shaking her head as she responded, "You really enjoy this messed-up relationship we have, don't you?"

"Enough about that," she continued, her teasing tone dripping with mischief.

Julian watched as she gracefully knelt in front of him, her eyes looking up into his with a wicked blend of challenge and raw desire.

Her fingers slid through her blonde hair, gathering it into a loose ponytail with the practiced ease of someone who knew exactly what she was about to do and how devastatingly well she would do it.

She reached into her pocket, drawing out a strip of fabric, and tied her hair back, her lips curling into a sinful smirk that made his pulse race.

"You've been staring long enough," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "Let me give you something worth looking at."

Her hands reached for his belt. She unbuckled it slowly as if savoring the anticipation. With a gentle tug, she unbuttoned his pant, allowing them to fall to his ankles.

"You sure are eager, sister," Julian said with a chuckle.

She looked up at him, her lips curling into a sly smile. "I missed you filling my mouth, dear brother," she whispered, as her hands slid up his thighs.

With a swift motion, Eleanor pulled his underwear down, freeing his thick, long cock that stood proudly before her. It was a sight that never failed to make her heart race, and she couldn't help but let out a small gasp of admiration.

"It's been far too long," she murmured as her gaze flicked upward, locking onto his with a mix of hunger and longing.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she leaned in closer. Her hand wrapped around his cock, her grip sending a jolt of heat through his body.

"Tell me," she murmured, "did you miss this as much as I did?"

Julian stepped out of his pants, his erection bobbing slightly. "Yes, I did," he replied, his voice filled with raw desire.

His hands reached out, his fingers curling into her hair as he gently pulled her closer.

Without a word, Eleanor leaned in, her lips parting as her tongue flicked out to tease the tip of his cock. The wet sensation sent a bolt of pleasure through him.

Julian inhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering shut as the heat of her mouth surrounded him. She took him in deeply, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock

His hand reached down to tangle in her hair as he guided her movement.

"Your cock never fails to amaze me," she said as she pulled back slightly to gaze up at him with a mix of admiration and mischief in her eyes.

Julian groaned as she took him back in again, deeper this time. His balls tightened, his breath quickening, and he knew he wouldn't last long if she kept up this pace.

Eleanor's head moved up and down with increasing urgency, each stroke faster and harder than the last. The tight, wet grip of her lips wrapped around him, the wet rhythm of her sucking and licking, all seemed to drive him wild.

The sensation was too much, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on her hair.