I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 564

Chapter 564: Eleanor – r18

Julian’s pace increased, his hips snapping forward with more force. The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard beginning to tap against the wall with each thrust. Eleanor’s cries grew louder and more desperate, her nails raking down his back.

“Harder,” she demanded. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”

Julian shifted the angle, lifting her hips slightly, and the new position had him hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars. Eleanor screamed, her inner walls clenching around him.

“There!” she cried. “Right there! Oh gods, Julian, right there!”

He pounded into that spot relentlessly, each thrust driving her higher. The sounds filling the room were obscene—skin slapping against skin, Eleanor’s cries, Julian’s groans, and the wet sounds of their joining. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

Eleanor felt her second orgasm building, faster and more intense than the first. “I’m close,” she gasped. “So close. Julian, I’m—”

“Cum for me,” Julian commanded, one hand sliding between their bodies to find her clit. “Come on your brother’s cock, Eleanor. Let me feel you.”

The combination of his words, his fingers on her clit, and the relentless rhythm of his hips sent her over the edge. Eleanor came with a scream that was probably heard in every castle, her body convulsing beneath him, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vise.

The sensation of her orgasm triggered Julian’s own. With a guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as possible and came, filling her with hot spurts as his body shuddered with the intensity of his release.

They clung to each other as the pleasure slowly ebbed, both trembling, both gasping for breath. Julian’s weight settled over Eleanor, and she welcomed it, her arms and legs wrapped around him to keep him close.

For long moments, they simply breathed together, hearts pounding against each other, bodies still intimately joined.

“I missed this,” Eleanor finally whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Missed you.”

Julian lifted his head to look at her, seeing tears streaming down her face—but she was smiling. He kissed her gently, tenderly, tasting the salt of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her lips.

“I’m here now,” he promised. “And I’m never leaving again.”

“Good,” Eleanor said, her smile turning mischievous despite her tears. “Because we’re not done yet.”

She pushed at his shoulders, and Julian allowed her to roll him over so she was on top, straddling him. He was still inside her, and she rolled her hips experimentally, making them both groan.

“I said I had many fantasies,” Eleanor reminded him, her hands planted on his chest as she began to move. “And we’ve barely started.”

She rose up until only his tip remained inside her, then sank back down in one smooth motion. Julian’s hands gripped her hips, his eyes fixed on where they were joined, watching himself disappear into her over and over.

“That’s right,” Eleanor purred, finding a rhythm that had them both groaning. “Just lie back and let your sister take care of you.”

Her movements were confident and controlled—she knew exactly what angle to take him at and exactly how to roll her hips to hit all the right spots for both of them. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and Julian couldn’t resist reaching up to cup them, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.

Eleanor threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her back as she rode him with increasing intensity. The sight of her—lost in pleasure, taking what she needed from his body, absolutely glorious in her abandon—was almost enough to make Julian cum again despite having just finished.

“Eleanor,” he groaned, his hips beginning to thrust up to meet her downward movements. “God, you’re incredible.”

“I know,” she gasped, her pace quickening. “And this is all yours.”

The rhythm became frantic—both of them chasing another peak, neither wanting to stop. Eleanor’s cries grew higher and more desperate, and Julian could feel his own release building again impossibly fast.

“Together,” Eleanor gasped. “I want to come with you. Want to feel you fill me again.”

“Then take it,” Julian growled, his hands on her hips, helping to slam her down harder on each stroke. “Take what you need.”

Eleanor’s orgasm hit first, her inner walls pulsing around him, and the sensation immediately triggered Julian’s. They came together, their cries mingling, their bodies locked in shared ecstasy.

Eleanor collapsed onto Julian’s chest, both of them panting and thoroughly satisfied. Julian’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close as their racing hearts gradually slowed. They lay like that for a long while, simply holding each other, savoring the closeness between them.

Eventually, Eleanor stirred, lifting her head to look at him with a satisfied smile. “So,” she said, her voice still breathless. “Ready for round three?”

Julian laughed. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only with you,” Eleanor replied, already beginning to move her hips again, feeling him starting to harden inside her once more. “Only ever with you.”

And as the night wore on, they lost themselves in each other again and again. Outside, the violet sky slowly darkened toward night, and in the other castles, the remaining women waited their turns, knowing that Julian would come to each of them eventually.

But for now, he belonged entirely to Eleanor.

And she intended to make the most of every moment.

**

The next morning,

Julian was lying on his back, Eleanor deep in sleep beside him, when he felt a new presence making its way towards the mountain.

His eyes snapped open, his senses immediately focusing. These were two distinct auras, both carrying traces of energy he recognized—his own mixed with those of Lisa and Isabel.

His daughters.

Julian’s heart began to race with an emotion he couldn’t quite name—anticipation tangled with nervousness and the strange, almost deep confusion of suddenly having three daughters. Though he had long since lost track of time and no longer knew his true age, Julian still thought of himself as fairly young.

The feeling was confusing, yes, but also radiant—a soft kind of happiness that asked no questions and offered no explanations. It simply was, and Julian found himself smiling, satisfied to live in this impossible, beautiful moment for as long as it lasted.