I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM Chapter 444: Its been ages since I tasted you - r18

"You seem very serious about developing the duchy," she murmured, her voice low and teasing. "What's on your mind?"

Julian smiled, but instead of answering, he leaned forward and buried his face in her breasts. He lingered there, breathing her in, letting himself be forted by her softness before slowly pulling back.

"The king gave me the title of archduke," he said finally. "It practically guarantees I'll be next in line for the throne. But still… He doesn't fully trust me. That's why he sent me back here—to rule as Duke again and watch me build, lead, and maintain control. He's testing me."

Lisa hummed softly. "And you plan to pass that test with flying colors."

"Of course I do," Julian replied. "I won't just pass it. I'll exceed it. He wants to see how well I can rule? Then I'll show him a duchy that rivals kingdoms. And when I return to the capital, it won't be as some promising heir…"

"It'll be as the man they have to bow to," Lisa finished, her lips curling into a warm smile.

"Exactly."

He leaned in, meeting her lips with his. She responded immediately, parting her lips to wele him, her fingers tightening in his hair.

After a few passionate minutes, they finally pulled apart, their breath mingling together.

Julian's hands slid gently to her stomach, his touch both tender and possessive.

"You must be close now," he murmured.

Lisa smiled, a soft glow lighting her face. "Yes… I think any day now."

Julian nodded thoughtfully. "Isabel's the same."

A faint blush crept up Lisa's cheeks, but there was a teasing spark in her eyes. "You're certainly a daring man, Julian—getting both mother and daughter pregnant. What are people going to say?"

Julian grinned, pletely unbothered. "They'll say I'm a man of ambition."

Lisa chuckled, shaking her head as she rested her hands over his, fingers entwining.

"You're lucky I love you." She tilted her head, thoughtful. "Still… what are we going to name them? Our children…"

Julian leaned back, one brow raised. "Hmm...names… I don't know yet. Maybe something powerful. Something that makes the world tremble."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Or maybe something sweet. For once."

Julian chuckled, his voice full of mischief. "What? I think Heaven Destroyer has a nice ring to it."

Lisa gave him a playful glare, shaking her head. "Absolutely not. You're not naming our child like it's a war machine." She tapped his chest with a finger. "Leave the names to us mothers."

Julian laughed heartily at that. "Fine, fine. I'll trust your judgment… for now."

Then, without warning, his arms tightened around her waist, and he stood up, lifting her effortlessly. Lisa let out a surprised gasp, her arms looping around his neck as her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips.

"Julian!" she squeaked, excitement lacing her tone more than shock.

He gently placed her down on the edge of the table, her gown flowing around her thighs as he leaned in close. Without breaking eye contact, he spread her legs with an intimacy that sent a shiver through Lisa's body.

"It's been ages since I've tasted you," he whispered, his voice low, needy.

Lisa's cheeks flushed a deep red. She met his intense gaze but said nothing—only nodded faintly, letting her legs shift slightly, inviting his touch.

He leaned down slowly, fingers sliding beneath the delicate fabric of her panties. He pulled them aside, the cool air kissing the bare skin he now revealed.

"Ahh… mmmh…" Lisa moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him closer as his mouth lowered.

His mouth moved with care, planting gentle kisses along her inner thighs. Each kiss was a promise, drawing out the moment, building the delicious tension between them.

"Mmmh…" she breathed, her hips moving with him, seeking more of his touch.

Then, finally, his lips found her pussy, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the most sensitive place. He savored her taste, his worship slow and patient, drawing every sigh and shiver from her body.

The world seemed to shrink until there was nothing but the heat of their connection, the rise and fall of her breath mingling with his.

"Yes… Julian," she moaned, her voice trembling with need as he licked the slickness gathering there.

The softness, the tenderness of his movement sent waves of tremors rippling through her, her body shuddering uncontrollably with pleasure.

Julian smiled, enjoying the way she responded. He flicked his tongue teasingly over her clit, making her moan even louder.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as she lost herself in the exquisite sensation.

Time seemed to dissolve as Julian continued his masterful act, his tongue moving with teasing patterns that sent jolts of electric pleasure rippling through her.

Her legs trembled, and her breathing grew ragged.

He knew she was close—so close. His tongue moved faster now, flicking and stroking with precision, each movement designed to drive her higher, to push her closer to the edge.

At the same time, his fingers reached for her clit, rubbing slowly and steadily in perfect rhythm with his tongue.

"Ahhh, Julian…" she moaned. "So good… I'm about to—"

Her words caught in a broken gasp as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her hips lifted, meeting his touch with desperate urgency, fingers clutching his hair like a lifeline.

"Cum for me," Julian urged softly, his voice thick with heat and possession. "Let go. I'm right here."

And with a shuddering cry, she surrendered—body trembling, breath exploding in a scream as the flood of pleasure claimed her pletely.

He held her through her climax before finally lifting his head, his lips glistening with her juices.

Lisa lay flat on the table now, pletely spent. Her limbs felt like smoke—weightless, trembling, undone.

Julian smiled as he looked down at her. He leaned forward slowly, savoring the sight of her, then pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

With a tenderness that only made her melt deeper into the table, he brushed aside a damp strand of hair clinging to her cheek, tucking it behind her ear with slow, loving care.

"You taste so good," he whispered, his voice low and rough.