I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Julian's hand slowly reached for his cock, his fingers wrapping around the thick length. She watched in horror, her breath coming in shallow gasps, as he began to stroke himself.

"Julian, stop this at once," she managed to choke out, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to remain composed.

But Julian was lost in his own world, his gaze locked onto her breasts, following the rise and fall of her chest with intense hunger.

His hand moved up and down his shaft with a slow rhythm, forcing her to watch despite the burning shame flooding her body.

"Is this what you want?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "To watch me pleasure myself while I think of you?"

The queen's eyes darted to the king, desperately hoping he would intervene, but he remained lost in his own world, oblivious to the sight unfolding before him.

Julian's strokes grew faster while his eyes stayed fixed on hers, challenging her in a way that made her skin crawl.

"I'll tell him," she threatened, her voice barely above a whisper

Julian's smirk grew into a full smile, his eyes glowing with mischief. "Tell him what, exactly?" he asked as his hand still worked his erection.

"That your grandson is stroking his cock while looking at you? That he is thinking of all the ways he could take you, use you, just like the slut you are?

The queen's eyes narrowed, her face flushing with rage. She knew Julian was trying to push her buttons, to get a rise out of her, but she wasn't about to let him win.

"You're disgusting," she spat, her voice filled with disgust. "And you will pay for this disrespect."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Maybe one day, but today, I'll enjoy myself," he said with a dark chuckle.

The queen's disgust was obvious, but she couldn't tear her gaze away, a strange fascination mingling with the horror. Julian's hand worked in a steady rhythm, his eyes never leaving hers as he grew more aroused.

"See how much I want you?" Julian murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Imagine how much better it would feel if it was your pussy wrapped around me." His words were like a knife to her dignity.

The queen's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as her hand shot out to slap him. Julian caught it in midair and held it firmly.

"Do not cross the line," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "You are still just a boy, playing with fire."

Julian's smile only grew. He leaned closer, bringing her hand closer to his cock. "But what if I want to burn?" he whispered, his breath hot on her skin.

Her eyes widened, and she jerked her hand away. The heat from his arousal had seared her palm, and she felt the sticky residue of his pre-cum clinging to her skin.

She wiped her hand on her gown, trying to erase the feeling of his cock. "You're mad," she murmured.

Julian chuckled, his strokes slowing as he leaned back in his chair. "You know what the king would do if he saw us like this."

The queen's gaze shot to the king, her heart racing. The thought of being caught was terrifying. Her mind raced with scenarios, each one worse than the last. Julian's words hit their mark and the fear began to cloud her thoughts.

Could she lose her status? The idea was like a knife to her chest. Her entire identity was wrapped up in being the queen, the power and respect it brought.

The fear grew and she found herself unable to look away from Julian's smug grin. He knew he had her, that she was trapped between her fury and her fear.

Her breath grew ragged as she tried to formulate a plan, anything to regain control of the situation, but deep down, she knew she had no choice.

Julian's strokes grew more deliberate, each movement a silent taunt that only seemed to heighten her tension, sending her pulse racing.

"Do it fast, you disgusting boy," she spat, her words sharp and venomous.

Julian's grin grew wider as he took his hand away from his cock, revealing the sticky evidence of his arousal.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Your Majesty. It seems I've strained myself. I can't continue without aid."

The queen's eyes narrowed, her cheeks flaming with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Her hand clenched into a fist at her side, nails biting into her palm as she struggled to regain control of the situation.

Slowly, with deliberate grace, she leaned forward. As she did, the fabric of her gown shifted, revealing a deeper cleavage and the swell of her breasts just enough to leave him with a tantalizing glimpse.

"Do it," she hissed, her voice sharp and filled with challenge. "Do it fast."

His cock grew harder at the sight she offered. He leaned back in his chair as he reached down to resume his strokes. The sight of her—so exposed, so daring—only fueled his desire.

"You have such big, pretty breasts," Julian said, his voice dripping with admiration. He laughed and continued, "It's a wonder the king doesn't tire of them. Or does he?"

The queen's eyes flashed with anger, but she didn't dare speak, the fear of being caught in this compromising position keeping her from speaking.

"Do you lactate?" Julian mocked, the question seemed to provoke and humiliate her further.

The queen's eyes narrowed, her anger simmering beneath the surface. "You're a despicable creature," she whispered.

Julian's strokes grew faster, the sound of his hand sliding over his cock filling her ears. "You're so beautiful when you're angry," he murmured. "But tell me, do you?"

The queen's cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but she remained silent. Julian took that as an answer and a smug smile played on his lips as he continued.

"Mm, the thought of it," he murmured, his strokes growing quicker. "You, offering your milk to me, your body trembling with need. And after I've had my fill..." His voice grew ragged. "Then, I would fuck your breasts, watching them bounce with every thrust."

The queen's breath hitched, the image he painted a disturbing mix of disgust and arousal.

Julian's hand moved faster. "Do you imagine it too?" he whispered. "Me, filling your mouth with my cock while I squeeze your tits, feeling you squirm and beg for more?"

The heat grew in her body, a treacherous betrayal to the anger and disgust she felt. Her skin flushed, and though she remained silent, her eyes stayed locked on his, as if willing herself not to show any reaction to his vile words.

But the way her nipples had hardened and her pulse quickened belied her true feelings.

Julian noticed the subtle change in her posture, and his smirk grew.

Her eyes remained locked on his hand, every inch of her body tense with restraint. Her own fists were clenched tightly at her sides.

"Shut up," she hissed through gritted teeth, "and get to work on that cock of yours before the king comes in here and cuts it off."

Julian chuckled, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You know what he will cut first? Your title as queen."

The words hit her like a slap, and she felt a sudden wave of fear grip her chest.

In a moment of desperation, she leaned closer to Julian, her voice low and urgent. "Finish it," she whispered, the words leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. "Do what you must, but make it quick."

Julian laughed, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Ah, since you are so eager to serve," he taunted. "Use your hands," he ordered.

The queen's anger boiled over, and she spat at him with all the venom she could muster. "I am not your whore," she shot back.

Julian leaned back in his chair; her defiance seemed to only fuel his arousal. "As you wish," he said, his voice dripping with teasing tone. "But at this rate, the king might catch us...."

The queen's eyes never left his cock, a mix of anger and fear swirling within her. Julian's smirk grew as he watched her internal struggle.

"Fine," she said. "But if the king finds out..."

Julian leaned back further in his chair, his hand moving away from his cock. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," he said. "He won't hear a thing."

Her hands hovered in the air for a moment, as if fighting an invisible force, before she slowly reached out toward Julian's erection.

Her fingertips grazed the tip of his cock, and an unexpected jolt ran through her body. It was thick, throbbing under her touch, and she couldn't deny the way it stirred something deep within her.

With trembling hands, the queen wrapped her fingers around Julian's cock, her grip tight with a mixture of anger and reluctant submission.

His smile grew wider as he watched her every move. He leaned in, guiding her hand in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

She could feel the slickness of his pre-cum, and she wanted to gag at the thought of what she was being forced to do.