I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Eleanor made no move to cover herself, standing proud and confident, letting him see every inch of what he’d been missing.

“Your move, brother,” she said softly, though her voice carried an edge of demand. “But I should warn you—I’ve waited long enough. If you don’t take me right now, I’m going to take you.”

Julian’s control finally snapped completely. His hands moved to Eleanor’s waist, pulling her hard against him. Without wasting any breath, he leaned forward, crashing his mouth onto hers.

Their tongues tangled desperately. Eleanor moaned into his mouth, her naked body pressing against his still-clothed form, seeking friction, seeking his heat.

When they finally broke apart, Eleanor’s eyes were wild with desire. “Finally,” she gasped, her hands already working to remove his cloth. “Gods, finally.”

She pushed his outer robe from his shoulders, then got rid of his inner garment. Within moments, she had his chest bare, and her mouth was on him—kissing, licking, and biting her way across his skin. Her teeth grazed his collarbone, then his chest, her tongue swirling around one nipple before she moved lower.

“Eleanor—” Julian’s voice was strained as she sank to her knees before him, her hands working the last of his clothing free.

She looked up at him through her lashes, her expression absolutely wicked. “Shh… brother. Let me worship you.”

Her hands freed him completely, and she let out a low, hungry moan at the sight of him—his cock already hard and swollen from his night with Regina.

“I’ve fantasized about this specifically,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “About having you in my mouth. About tasting every inch of you. About making you lose control.”

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly from the thick base all the way to the sensitive tip. She twisted her wrist just right, smearing that leaking precum down his length, making him glisten.

“Elean—” Julian groaned deep in his chest, his head falling back as pleasure shot through him like lightning. His one hand instinctively moved to tangle in her blonde hair, fingers tightening in the silky strands.

“Three hundred years,” Eleanor murmured, her breath ghosting over his heated skin. “That’s how long it’s been since I’ve tasted my brother. Since I’ve had you like this.” She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick from the heavy base to the tip in one long, slow stroke, savoring the taste of him.

Julian’s grip on her hair tightened, fingers twisting as a sharp hiss escaped through his clenched teeth.

“Eleanor…” His voice cracked, hips twitching forward as her tongue left a wet trail of fire along his length.

“Watch me,” she commanded softly, her eyes locking with his. “I want you to watch while I worship you.”

Then she took him into her mouth.

She moaned around him, low and filthy, the vibration humming straight through his balls and up his spine, making his thighs tremble and his grip in her hair turn bruising.

The heat, the wetness, the suction—it was almost overwhelming as her lips sealed tight and slid down, inch by throbbing inch. Her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed him deeper, the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat. Her tongue never stopped—swirling, licking, teasing, drawing more precum to spill across her taste buds.

“Mmmph… mmm,” she moaned around him, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting up Julian’s spine.

She started slowly, taking him in inch by inch, her hand working what she couldn’t fit in her mouth yet. Her other hand gripped his thigh for balance, her nails digging in slightly. She then pulled back until just the tip remained between her lips, her tongue flicking against the sensitive head, before sliding back down.

“Fuck,” Julian groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. “Eleanor, that’s—”

She hummed in satisfaction, the sound muffled around his length, and took him deeper. Her head bobbed in a steady rhythm, each stroke taking him a little further. Saliva slicked his length, making the glide easier.

The wet sounds of her mouth working him filled the room, both obscene and lewd at the same time.

Eleanor’s technique was expert—she knew exactly what he liked, remembered every spot that made him groan, and every rhythm that drove him wild. She alternated between long, slow strokes and quick, sucking movements. Sometimes she focused on the head, her tongue swirling around it while her hand pumped his shaft. Other times she took him as deep as she could, her throat working around him.

Julian’s breathing became ragged, both hands now tangled in her hair. He tried to hold still, to let her control the pace, but Eleanor deliberately pushed him past that restraint. She looked up at him with those blue eyes, and the sight of his sister on her knees, lips stretched around him, eyes watering slightly but filled with obvious pleasure, nearly undid him.

“Eleanor,” he warned, his voice tight. “If you keep that up, I’m going to—”

She pulled off with an audible pop, her hand continuing to stroke him. “Going to what?” she asked breathlessly, her lips swollen and slick. “Cum in my mouth? That’s exactly what I want, Julian. I want to taste you. Want to swallow everything you give me.”

She took him back into her mouth immediately, this time with even more intensity. Her head moved faster, taking him deeper with each stroke. Her hand twisted around the base while her mouth worked the rest, and her other hand moved to cup and gently massage his balls.

The combination of sensations was too much. Julian’s control shattered completely. His hips began moving, thrusting into the wet heat of her mouth. Eleanor relaxed her throat, taking him even deeper, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes but never stopping, never pulling away.

“Eleanor,” Julian groaned, the warning clear in his voice. “I’m—I’m going to—”

She moaned around him, the vibration pushing him over the edge. With a guttural groan, Julian came, his release flooding Eleanor’s mouth. She swallowed immediately, her throat working to take everything he gave her, her hand still stroking to prolong his pleasure.