I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 492: The Awakening – r18

He leaned in closer, his breath teasing the soft wrinkles of her cheek.

“Mhhm ~ Rael…” A soft, delicate moan spilled from her lips, almost surprised. Her back arched slightly, her wrists still pinned but no longer resisting.

Julian smiled.

He planted a kiss on her forehead—tender and slow—then trailed downward. Her breath hitched with each one, her body trembling under the gravity of his presence.

His mouth hovered beside her lips now—so close that their breath mingled, but he didn’t kiss her yet. He waited.

Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with emotion, and locked onto his. Slowly, she lifted her head, bridging the final breath between them, and captured his lips in a kiss.

It was soft at first—tentative, like touching fire for the first time. But then her lips parted wider, her moans escaping into him as the kiss deepened.

Julian kissed her back, his tongue meeting hers in a consuming dance of intimacy. Each movement was careful. A man playing god beneath the guise of myth.

After a few burning moments, he pulled back, his lips hovering just above hers. “Grandma,” he murmured, his voice hot and heavy, “we can save kisses for later. Let’s savor something else…”

Her eyes, half-lidded and glazed with desire, flickered with a mix of awe and hunger. “Rael…” she whimpered, her voice quivering, “you’re teasing an old woman’s heart.”

His fingers, bold and unrelenting, traced a fierce path down her lips, lingering there to feel the faint wetness left by their kiss.

“Teasing?” he chuckled, his tone dripping with mischief. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”

His touch slid lower, following the delicate curve of her neck, where her pulse thundered beneath paper-thin skin. He paused at her throat, pressing just enough to make her gasp.

“Fuck, you’re still so beautiful,” he whispered. “This body… it’s begging for me, isn’t it?”

Her back arched further, her body shivering under his worship. “Rael…” she moaned, “you don’t know what you do to me… what you awaken.”

Her lips parted, a flush creeping across her cheeks as his fingers continued their descent, teasing over the curve of her breasts. Even through her dress, her nipples hardened, welcoming his touch.

Julian’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting with predatory delight. “Look at these,” he purred, his fingers circling one of the peaks, teasing it through the cloth.

“So needy. Did you dream of this, Grandma? Did you lie awake, imagining your precious Rael making you squirm?” His thumb flicked over her nipple, drawing a sharp, shuddering moan from her lips.

“Y-yes…” she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. “I… I saw you in my dreams, Rael. Your strength, your fire… your cock.” Her words trembled, but there was no hesitation now, only raw honesty. “I knew Fate had marked you… but I never thought you’d feel so… divine.”

Julian’s cock throbbed at her words, straining against his trousers as her confession stoked the fire in his veins.

“Divine, huh?” He growled, leaning closer to her ear. “You want to worship this divinity, don’t you? Want to feel every inch of what Fate carved into me.”

His hand slipped lower, fingers lying flat across her stomach. A few seconds pause, then lower—teasing the edge of her skirt where it clung to her thighs.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding, “tell me how bad you want it.”

Her breath hitched, her body shivering beneath his touch. “Rael… please,” she whimpered, her thighs pressing together as if to quell the ache he had ignited. “I want it… I want you

Her eyes locked onto his, burning with a fervor that belied her frail form. “Make me yours, Rael. Make me feel alive again.”

He chuckled darkly, his fingers slipping beneath her skirt, teasing the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“You’re greedy, Grandma,” he murmured, his touch inching higher. “So wet already, and I’ve barely touched you.” His fingers brushed closer, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy.

Her moans, desperate and broken, escaped free, the melody sending a jolt straight to his cock.

“Rael…” she gasped, her hips lifting toward his hand, seeking more. “Don’t make me wait… I’ve waited too long. For you. For this.” Her voice was a chant, a prayer. “Take me… use me. Let me be the first to taste your destiny.”

Julian’s control wavered, his body screaming to give in, to rip the skirt from her and bury himself in her heat. But he held back, savoring the power, the way she begged.

“Oh, I’ll take you,” he promised. “But not yet. You’re going to have to earn it, Grandma. Show me how much you want this cock… how much you need it.”

Her eyes flared with hunger, and she licked her lips, her gaze dropping to the bulge straining against his trousers.

“Then let me,” she whispered. “Let me taste you, Rael. Let me worship what Fate gave you.”

Julian’s grin was pure sin as he released her wrists, leaning back to give her just enough space. “Go on then,” he said, his tone daring her. “Show me how a goddess worships her savior.”

Her lips parted as she sat up, her frail form moving with surprising grace. Her top slipped slightly, revealing the gentle curve of her breasts that was still tantalizing despite her age.

“Rael…” she whispered, her voice thick with reverence and lust, “I’ll show you… I’ll give you everything.”

Her hands moved to the neckline of her top, tugging it down with deliberate slowness. Her breasts spilled free, big and soft, her nipples hard and aching under his gaze.

Julian’s cock twitched violently in his trousers, the sight of her naked flesh sending a surge of heat through him.

“Yes…” he growled, his eyes locked on her tits, “look at those. So perfect for an old woman.” His hand reached out, cupping one of them. “These are made for me, aren’t they? Made to worship this cock.”

She shuddered at his touch, her body arching toward him, offering herself up like a sacrifice. “Yes, Rael,” she moaned, her voice dripping with need. “They’re yours… my body, my soul… all for you. For Fate’s chosen.”

Her hands moved to her breasts, pressing them together and creating a deep, inviting valley that glistened faintly with her sweat.

“Use me,” she begged, her eyes locked on the bulge in his trousers. “Let me feel that divine cock between my breasts.”