I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“I missed you,” Regina finally whispered, her voice broken with emotion. Tears were streaming down her face now—happy tears, relieved tears. “I missed you so much it hurt.”

Julian lifted his head to look at her, his own eyes suspiciously bright. He kissed her gently, tenderly, so different from the passion of moments before. “I’m here now,” he promised. “And I’m never leaving you again.”

“Promise me,” Regina demanded, her hands cupping his face. “Promise me this isn’t a dream. Promise me you’re really back.”

“I promise,” Julian said solemnly, planting kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips. “I’m real. I’m here. And we have all the time in the world now.”

Regina smiled through her tears, pulling him down for another kiss—this one slow and sweet and full of love that had endured through death itself.

Outside, the sun continued its journey across the purple sky. In the garden below, the other women waited their turn, satisfied in the knowledge that their family was finally whole again.

But in this moment, in this room, there was only Julian and Regina—mother and son, lovers reunited, two souls that had found their way back to each other against impossible odds.

And it was perfect.

**

Regina’s breathing gradually slowed, becoming deep as exhaustion finally claimed her. Her body was thoroughly satisfied, muscles loose and relaxed in a way they hadn’t been for ages. She lay curled against Julian’s chest, one hand resting over his heart, a peaceful smile on her lips.

Julian watched her for a long moment, his fingers gently playing with her hair. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, careful not to wake her, then slowly pulled away from her embrace. Regina murmured something in her sleep but didn’t wake, simply curling into the warm spot he had left behind, hugging a pillow to her chest.

Julian smiled fondly at the sight, then with barely a thought, he teleported.

He materialized in another room. Eleanor’s chambers were elegant and refined, decorated in shades of blue and silver that complemented her taste perfectly. Books lined one wall, a large window overlooked the gardens, and the scent of jasmine hung faintly in the air.

Eleanor stood near the window, silhouetted by the soft light filtering through the thin curtains. She wore a flowing silk robe in pale blue that clung to her curves, the fabric so fine it was almost transparent in certain lights. Her blonde hair fell loose around her shoulders, and she turned as he appeared.

“I wondered how long you’d make me wait.”

Julian raised an eyebrow. “You knew I would come.”

“Of course I did,” Eleanor replied, moving away from the window gracefully. Her hips swayed with each step, her breasts bouncing alluringly. “Mother got her reunion. But I’m your sister, Julian. Your first love.”

She stopped just out of reach, letting the robe slip open an inch, teasing the cleavage.

“Did you really think I’d let the night pass without claiming what’s mine?”

Her fingers moved to the tie of her robe, slowly loosening it. “Mother might have been bold enough to demand your attention in front of everyone, but I prefer a more… private approach.” The robe slipped open slightly, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts, nipples already peaked and flushed. “Doesn’t mean I want you any less.”

Julian’s eyes darkened as he watched her, heat already building despite having just satisfied Regina. “Eleanor…”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, taking another step closer. The robe opened further with the movement, showing more of her body—the flat plane of her stomach, the flare of her hips. “Don’t tell me we should wait, or that you need to rest, or any other excuse. I can see it in your eyes, brother mine. You want me just as much as I want you.”

She closed the remaining distance between them, her hand reaching up to trace the line of his jaw.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” she whispered, her lips hovering just inches from his. “Every night. Every single night. Dreaming about your hands on my skin, your mouth on mine, your cock moving inside me.”

Her other hand pressed against his chest, feeling his heart rate accelerate under her touch. “Do you know what it’s like?” she continued, her voice husky. “To ache for someone so badly that even breathing hurts? To wake up reaching for them, only to find empty space? To touch yourself while imagining it’s them, but knowing it will never be enough?”

Eleanor’s fingers trailed down his chest, boldly cupping the thick bulge straining his trousers.

“I know Mother satisfied one kind of hunger,” she said with a wicked smile, feeling him already hardening again under her touch. “But you and I both know you have more than enough stamina for your sister.”

She pressed her body fully against his, and Julian could feel the maddening heat of her through the thin silk.

“I’m not going to be shy about what I want,” Eleanor breathed against his lips. “I want you to make love to me until the sun rises. I want to feel you everywhere. I want to scream your name so loud that everyone in every castle knows exactly what we’re doing.”

Her hand squeezed gently, making Julian take a sharp breath. “Most of all,” she whispered, her eyes locked with his, “I want my brother to remind me why I chose to love him despite every rule that said I shouldn’t.”

She kissed him then—not waiting for permission, not hesitating. Her lips claimed his with confident hunger, her tongue sliding into his mouth to tangle with his. Her hands moved to his clothing, already working to remove the barriers between them.

When she pulled back, her eyes were blazing. “So tell me, Julian,” she challenged, her smile absolutely wicked, “are you going to make your sister beg? Or are you going to give me what we both know I deserve?”

The robe slipped completely from her shoulders, pooling at her feet and leaving her gloriously naked before him. Eleanor made no move to cover herself, standing proud and confident, letting him see every inch of what he’d been missing.