I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Eleanor flushed, glancing down at him with a shy smile. "Weren't they always bigger?" she asked.

Julian laughed, his tongue flicking teasingly over her covered nipple. "They sure were. You took after Mother, alright."

Eleanor blinked, blushing deeper. "That's so weird… how can you say that while you're knocking up your sister?"

Julian grinned, dragging his tongue over and over. "What? I'm just being honest. You and Mother both have perfect tits." He looked up at her, eyes gleaming with lust and mischief. "It's a compliment."

His words sent a jolt of heat through her. Eleanor propped herself up on one elbow, her gown sliding off one shoulder, revealing more of her naked skin.

"Tell me," she purred, her eyes sparkling with something darker now—curiosity, hunger.. "Whose is better? Mine… or Mother's?"

Julian could feel his cock straining painfully against the fabric of his pants, the pressure almost unbearable as he tried to maintain control. His fingers lingered on her nipple, rolling it slowly, making her gasp with each flick.

Her skin flushed hotter, the tease of his touch and the wicked glint in his gaze pulling her deeper into their game.

"Hmm, that's a tough question, sweet sister." He started "Mother's breasts… fuck, they're like forbidden fruit. The ones that fed me, nurtured me— just thinking about sucking them now, fucking them raw, turns me in so damn hard."

Eleanor's thighs clenched, her arousal spiking as his words sank in, filthy and unfiltered. Her gown slipped further revealing more of her bare skin, her nipple hardening under his relentless fingers.

She bit her lip, her voice a shaky whisper. "And… mine?"

Julian's eyes darkened, his other hand sliding down her side, caressing the curve of her waist.

"Yours?" He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Yours are just as forbidden, Eleanor. I can't choose. I would rather bury my cock between both, make a mess of you and Mother till you're both screaming my name."

"Mmmhh..." Her moan slipped out freely, raw and needy. The bed creaked faintly, the castle room alive with the air of intimacy. "Julian… you're so damn filthy," she murmured, but her eyes sparkled with hunger, egging him on.

"Filthy?" He chuckled, his fingers backing from her nipple to trail down her stomach. "You love it." His hand dipped lower, fingers brushing her pussy again. "Fuck, Eleanor, your pussy's dripping for this."

She whimpered, her legs parting wider, inviting him in. "Don't stop," she gasped. "Tell me… what you would do to us."

Julian's smirk widened, his fingers slipping through her folds. "Oh, I would start with Mother," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

"Pin her down, rip her gown off, and fuck her tits till she's begging for more. Then you—my sweet sister—I would spread you wide, lick every inch of this pussy till you're shaking, then fuck you so deep you feel me for days."

"Gods, Julian—yes…" Eleanor's back arched, a desperate moan tearing from her throat as his fingers pushed inside her, curling just right.

Julian went on, his fingers moving expertly inside her. Each whispers of his filth only added to the heat of the moment and Eleanor found herself lost with in it.

Eleanor's moans grew louder and she could hold herself no longer. With a raw, shuddering cry, she climaxed, her pussy clenching tight around his fingers. Her back arched off the bed, her juices coating his hand as waves of pleasure washed through her.

Julian's smirk was pure wicked, his eyes locked on her flushed face as he slowed his strokes, drawing out every last pleasure.

"That's my girl," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her trembling lips, his fingers still teasing her softly. "Look at you—cumming for your brother."

Eleanor panted, breathless, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "You… you're too much," she gasped.

Julian chuckled, licking her slickness from his fingers. "Oh, we're just getting started, sweet sister."

He kicked off his pants in one swift motion, his cock springing free—hard and twitching with need.

Eleanor, still catching her breath from her climax, smiled, her eyes locking on his length. "Yes… come here," she purred, her voice strained. "I've been waiting for you to fill me."

He crawled over her, his cock brushing her inner thigh as he settled between her legs. "You're gorgeous like this," he murmured, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding himself to her dripping entrance. "Ready for me, baby?"

Her legs parted wider, a needy moan escaping her. "Always," she whispered.

Hours slipped into days, and the two remained locked in each other's embrace, indulging in every desire, every craving that had built up in Julian's absence. The castle echoed with the sounds of their passion—moans that filled the halls, whispers that turned into cries, and the never ending creak of beds.

Day and night passed in an instant as their bodies remained entangled, their lust insatiable. Only after nearly a week did the noise begin to fade, their cravings finally eased… only until the next time.

A few days later,

the long-awaited moment arrived—the day Eleanor would finally bring their child into the world. The castle, sensing the significance, was glowing faintly, offering its full support to its mistress.

Eleanor lay on the grand bed, her face flushed, her hands gripping sheets, though there was no panic in her eyes. The perks of being the castle's master dulled the pain, making the process smoother than any normal childbirth.

Julian stood at her side, his eyes sharp, vigilant. He held her hand, his thumb brushing circles over her skin.

He was prepared to intervene if anything went wrong. "You're doing great," he whispered, his voice calm and steady. "Just a little more."

Eleanor gave a small smile through her panting, her fingers squeezing his in return.

The birth in this world was unlike in the outer world. Here, everything was different, from the quality of mana, time and space to even reality.

The newborn were not just human or noble blood, but children of mana itself. From the moment they took their first breath, they were in tune with the world's energy, capable of absorbing mana as naturally as one would breathe or eat in the outer world.