I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 386

Chapter 386: The morning of change
That broke him.

His hips slammed forward with one final thrust, burying himself completely before he exploded. He groaned as thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside her, pumping again and again.

Her body shook, both of them gasping, drenched in sweat and filth. His hands gripped her waist tight, holding her in place as he emptied every last drop into her.

The Queen collapsed forward on the table, her body trembling in the aftermath. Julian fell on top of her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He didn’t move for a long moment—just rested there, his cock still inside her used hole.

“That was… so good,” she grunted, her voice strained and breathless.

“Yeshh,” Julian groaned, not even fully forming the word. He braced one hand against the edge of the table, the other sliding down to grip her hip possessively.

He kissed her shoulder, then pulled back with a long sigh. Slowly, he withdrew, his cock slipping wetly from her.

“Mhh…” the Queen moaned, her entire body twitching as his tip slipped free. Cum immediately oozed from her and dripped onto the table beneath her.

Julian stared down at the mess he had made—at her gaping pussy, stretched, glistening and overflowing. A dark thrill ran through him, his cock still half-hard and twitching.

“You’re dripping, Queen,” he murmured, brushing his fingers through the mess between her thighs. “You’ll be leaking me for days.”

She let out a soft, weak laugh, still catching her breath. “Good,” she whispered. “Let it soak in. I don’t want to forget this.”

He smirked, running his fingers up her spine slowly. “As if I’d let you.”

Her eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus as she turned her head to glance at him. “You’re insatiable,” she breathed.

Julian leaned down again, his lips brushing her ear.

“And you,” he murmured, “are mine now.”

***

The morning rays fell over the royal capital of the Ares Kingdom, casting golden glow over its majestic castle and bustling streets.

The city was still taken aback from the sudden shift in the kingdom’s power structure and news had already travelled far and wide.

Whispers had turned to roars, and disbelief had turned to celebration. No one had seen it coming. And yet, the shock hadn’t gave birth to fear. It birthed excitement.

The capital, usually heavy with court drama and politics, now buzzed with the mood of festivity.

The streets were alive, decorated in garlands strung from rooftop to rooftop, and banners bearing the crests of Easvil and Ares fluttered side by side in the morning breeze.

Last night’s banquet continued into dawn, and the mood hadn’t dulled one bit. Drums pounded from every district and taverns were packed with singing commoners, storytellers and merchants as well.

Children ran through the crowds waving flags, nobles stood on balconies sipping wine, and even the guards, usually so stoic, wore smile in their face.

While the capital roared in joy, a heavy silence lingered in the guest quarters of the royal castle—a silence broken only by slow, rhythmic breath of the couple that lay tangled under the sheets.

Julian was deep in sleep, one arm wrapped lazily around the Queen. The curtains were drawn and the room was dim, untouched by the festive mood outside.

It wasn’t until the afternoon, that the Queen finally woke up. Her eyes fluttered slowly and for a moment, she didn’t move. Then her gaze drifted beside her—fell on the young man who held her posseisvely even in his sleep.

Julian. Her grandson. Her conqueror. Her heart skipped as the memory of the night before flooded her senses.

A flush crept into her face. She didn’t look away.

“I can’t believe I… the Queen… did that,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Her thoughts replayed each moment, each command she had obeyed and each filthy, wicked act she had done submissively.

A soft, bitter-sweet smile curved her lips as she shook her head gently. She should’ve felt regret. She didn’t.

She nudged him gently, fingers brushing against his chest. “Wake up, Julian,” she murmured.

He groaned, shifting lazily in the sheets, his arm tightening around her waist as he pulled her even closer. “Mmm… no,” he mumbled sleepily.

The Queen chuckled, pushing at him half-heartedly. “It’s already afternoon. How can the great Archduke of the kingdom spend his days lazing about like a spoiled child?”

“Ah, fuck that” Julian grumbled without opening his eyes.

She smiled, unable to help herself, before finally slipping out of his grip. His hand reached for her reflexively but fell onto warm sheets instead.

Standing, she stretched lazily, her body still naked and marked faintly by the memory of the night before. The scent of their intimacy hung in the air and with a small, satisfied grin, she disappeared into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her.

Julian remained lazing in bed for a few more minutes before forcing himself up. With a yawn, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and walked over to the window before pulling the heavy curtains aside.

A breeze rolled in at once, ruffling his blonde hair and he closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. The cheers, the drums, the chants all hit him at once and he smiled, admiring how his status had changed overnight.

As he stood by the window, lost in the view of the capital, the soft click of the bathroom door pulled him back. He turned just in time to see the queen stepping out, wrapped in a white robe, its collar slightly loose and slipping off one shoulder.

Her red hair was damp, clinging to her neck and Julian’s lips curled into a smile as his eyes roamed over her.

“You look beautiful as ever,” he teased.

The Queen raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth lifting as she folded her arms.

“Is that so?” she replied, stepping toward him with that royal air that never quite left her—even when dressed in nothing but a robe and bare feet. “Complimenting me like a court boy trying to score favors from his queen?”

Julian grinned wider, stepping closer until their bodies nearly touched.

“I’m not trying to score favors,” he murmured, eyes dropping briefly to her cleavage before flicking back to meet hers, “I’m simply admiring what’s already mine.”