I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 558 - 558: Regina - r18
The women laughed harder at Seraphine’s reaction.
“He doesn’t have any daughters in his harem,” Sylvia pointed out. “You would be a first in that regard.”
“Aunty!” Seraphine’s blush deepened. She looked to Eleanor for support, but her mother simply smiled with a knowing expression that suggested she wouldn’t be much help.
“Darling, you are quite beautiful,” Eleanor said. “And you clearly inherited more than just your father’s eyes and power. That figure of yours…” She gestured vaguely at Seraphine’s crimson gown and the curves it displayed. “Well, let’s just say genetics were very kind to you.”
“This is insane!” Seraphine sputtered, though she couldn’t quite hide the small, traitorous part of her that was… flattered. She quickly pushed that thought away. “I’m your daughter!”
“So was Eleanor his sister,” Gregoria pointed out with grin. “And Regina his mother. I’m his grandmother.”
“That’s not—I mean—this is different!” Seraphine argued, though her protest sounded weak even to her own ears.
Julian chuckled, clearly enjoying his daughter’s flustered state. “Relax. I’m merely teasing you.” His expression softened slightly, though the mischievous glint never quite left his eyes. “Mostly.”
“Mostly?” Seraphine’s voice rose
“Well,” Julian said thoughtfully, tilting his head as he studied her with obvious appreciation, “you are remarkably beautiful. Any father would be proud—and any man would be blind not to notice your charms.”
“Julian,” Eleanor said with a laugh, “stop tormenting the poor girl.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Julian grinned. “Besides, she started this conversation by questioning our family dynamics. I’m simply illustrating just how… flexible those dynamics can be.”
Julian’s gaze shifted, falling on Isabel and Lisa. His expression softened, becoming more thoughtful.
“Actually,” he said, his voice taking on a more curious tone, “speaking of daughters… Isabel, Lisa—you were both pregnant when I left.”
Both women stiffened slightly, their eyes brightening with emotion. Lisa’s hand went unconsciously to her abdomen.
“I never got the chance to see them,” Julian continued quietly. “What did you name our daughters?”
Isabel and Lisa exchanged a glance, something passing between mother and daughter.
“Lyanna,” Isabel said softly. “We named her Lyanna. She has your eyes and my temperament—which means she’s stubborn as hell and twice as dangerous.”
“And mine is Cassandra,” Lisa added.
Julian smiled. “I’d very much like to meet them.”
“They’ve gone down the mountain,” Lisa explained, her hand finding his and squeezing gently. “They help Seraphine manage the lower realms, keep order among the creatures. They should be back soon—they always return before evening.”
“More daughters for the harem,” Elvina teased lightly.
Julian was just about to respond when Regina shifted beside him. Her body pressed more firmly from his side, and her hand slid from his chest down to his abdomen.
“Julian,” she purred, her voice dropping to a tone that was seductive and filled with hunger. Her fingers circled around his stomach, igniting the fire within him. “It’s been ages since you’ve tended to your mother.”
The garden went very quiet. Several of the women’s eyes widened, though most were smiling with knowing amusement.
Regina’s eyes locked with Julian’s, and her lips curved into a smile that was pure seduction wrapped in maternal affection.
“Ages and ages,” she repeated, her voice a low, sensual murmur. “Do you have any idea how… desperately… a woman can ache after that long?”
Her hand slid boldly lower, stopping just above his cock. “Your mother has needs. Very specific, very urgent needs.” Her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, “And I intend to have them satisfied. Repeatedly. Starting tonight.”
Julian smirked, genuinely impressed by her boldness. “Mother,” he said. “We have an audience.”
“Do we?” Regina glanced around at the other women with absolutely no shame whatsoever. “Good. Let them watch. Let them see how much I’ve missed my son.”
Her hand moved back up to grip his jaw, turning his face toward hers. “Let them see how bold a mother can be when she wants her son’s attention.”
Julian’s smirk widened, a predatory gleam entering his eyes that matched Regina’s hunger perfectly.
“You know what, Mother?” he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous, seductive tone. “I don’t think I can wait until tonight.”
Regina’s eyes widened slightly. “Julian—”
She didn’t get to finish the sentence.
In an instant, they vanished.
“Well,” Gregoria said into the stunned silence. “I suppose Regina got what she wanted after all.”
“That shameless woman,” Lisa said, though she was smiling. “She always did know how to get her way.”
Seraphine had her face buried in her hands. “They just… they actually just… oh gods, I’m going to need therapy.”
Emma patted her shoulder. “You’ll get used to it, dear. This is just how things are in this family.”
Meanwhile, Julian and Regina materialized inside her castle.
The bedroom was massive, dominated by an enormous bed draped in purple silk. Regina barely had time to register their surroundings before Julian moved. He spun her around, pressing her back against the nearest wall with enough force to make her gasp. He pinned her wrists above her head, leaving no space between them.
“You wanted my attention, Mother?” Julian’s voice was low, dangerous, filled with the kind of heat that made Regina’s knees weak. His eyes blazed with desire as he looked down at her. “You wanted me to tend to you? To remind you what you’ve been missing?”
Regina’s breath came in short gasps, her chest heaving against his.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Gods, yes. I’ve needed you for so long, Julian. So desperately long.”
“Then you’d better prepare yourself, Mother,” Julian whispered, his breath hot against her lips.
Regina’s response was lost as Julian finally leaned in. Their lips met fiercely and she moaned into his mouth—all the pent-up passion and longing exploding like a dam. His tongue swept past her parted lips, mingling with hers in a dance of heat and need, teasing and tasting with relentless intensity.
Her wrists twisted in his grip, wanting to touch him, pull him closer, but he held her firmly in place, controlling the kiss, controlling her.
Then Julian caught her lower lip between his teeth, biting down gently—just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure-pain through her entire body.
“Ah!” Regina gasped, her back arching off the wall. The sensation was electric, making her core clench with desperate need. “Julian… oh gods…”
He soothed the bite with his tongue, licking slowly across her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. Regina’s moan grew louder, her nails digging into his hand as the sensation grew.
