I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Eva felt heat rise up her body, her skin flushed with a mixture of confusion and desire.

She fought to maintain her composure, but the words came out, tremulous and shaky. "But... it's wrong, Eleanor. He's your brother."

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Eleanor looked up, a knowing smile curving at the corners of her lips. "You say that because you haven't tried it," she said. "You don't even know what you're missing, Eva."

Eva felt a cold shiver run down her spine at the thought of what her sister had just implied. "What are you saying, Eleanor?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Eleanor leaned back on the bench. "I'm saying, maybe if you knew what it was like to truly be taken, to feel that power, you wouldn't be so quick to judge."

Eva's eyes narrowed, her cheeks burning with anger. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Eleanor's smile grew into a full smirk as she sat up straighter on the bench. "Oh, come now, Eva," she said, her tone mocking. "You can't tell me that your life with William is as... fulfilling as what I have with Julian."

Eva's eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening at the mention of her own husband. "What does William have to do with this?" Her voice was laced with anger.

"You know it's true," Eleanor murmured "Julian is... different than William. He is an animal in bed. He takes what he wants, and he makes sure you know it."

Her words were a direct hit to Eva's pride, and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. "You don't know anything about my marriage," Eva said through gritted teeth.

But Eleanor just kept smiling, "Oh, but I do," she murmured. "Her voice grew softer, more seductive as she continued. "His cock is so much bigger, so much thicker. And he knows just how to use it."

She leaned in closer, her breath warm on Eva's cheek. "You would forget about your marriage in a heartbeat if you felt him deep inside you."

Eva's eyes widened, and she took a step back, trying to put distance between them. "Eleanor, that's... that's not funny," she said with a shaky voice.

Eleanor's smile was knowing and slightly cruel. "Oh, but it's not a joke," she said.

"Once he marks you with his cum, you won't be able to think of anyone else. William would be nothing but a distant memory."

Eva's eyes widened in horror, but she couldn't deny the strange heat that had started to coil in her stomach at the thought of such a taboo encounter. "You can't be serious," she breathed, her voice shaking.

"I am," Eleanor said, her voice dripping with a seductive power that sent a tremor through Eva.

"Imagine Julian's face, twisted with pleasure, as he paints your face with his cum. You would be his, utterly and completely."

Eva's breath hitched in her throat as the image unfolded in her mind. The idea of her own brother, using her in such a degrading way was repulsive, yet... something about it made her heart race.

Eleanor noticed the change in her sister's demeanor and took it as an opportunity to press on.

"His hot, thick cum filling your mouth, your eyes watering from the taste of his seed, and you craving more."

Eva's eyes grew wider, and she took another step back, her hand unconsciously going to her stomach.

"Eleanor, stop," she murmured, her voice shaking.

Eleanor stood up gracefully, brushing off her dress as she looked down at Eva with a faint, knowing smile.

"I think you need some time to process this," she said softly. "But trust me, Eva, you'll understand soon enough."

Eva stared up at her, lost in her thoughts. Her body was in complete turmoil. Her heart pulsed rapidly, her mind swirling with thoughts and unsettling heat creeping up her body.

Without another word, Eleanor turned and began walking back towards the castle. The cool night breeze followed her as she disappeared into the shadows, leaving Eva alone in the garden.

As the silence enveloped her, Eva found herself unable to shake off the conversation that had just happened. She clenched her hands tightly, feeling a strange pull she couldn't deny.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

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Eleanor stepped into her room, her laughter spilling out uncontrollably as she slammed the door behind her.

"That was something else!" she exclaimed, pressing a hand to her chest as she tried to catch her breath. "I almost lost it so many times, Julian. You should've seen her face!"

Julian who was laid comfortably on her bed raised an eyebrow with an amused smile. "You really enjoyed yourself, didn't you?" he teased.

Eleanor approached Julian and threw herself into his arms with a mischievous smile.

"I have to admit," she said, snuggling against his chest, "I might be a natural at this whole acting thing. Poor Eva won't know what hit her."

Julian chuckled, playing with her hair. "You did well. Now we just wait for her response."

Eleanor tilted her head to look up at him. "You owe me for this, brother," she whispered playfully.

Julian pulled Eleanor closer, his hand gently caressing her soft hair as he looked into her eyes with a tender smile. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her, slow and full of longing.

It was a kiss that spoke of everything they had shared and everything still to come.

Eleanor melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back. Her heart fluttered with the softness of the moment.

The warmth of his touch, the gentleness of his kiss—it was all she had ever wanted, and in that moment, it felt like nothing else in the world mattered.

As they slowly pulled apart, their foreheads rested together. Julian whispered, "You have done so much for me, Eleanor. I will always cherish you."

Eleanor smiled, her heart swelling with love. "And I'll always be by your side, Julian. No matter what."

Julian's heart fluttered uncontrollably, but this time it wasn't for Rose. It was for someone who had always been close to him, someone he had never fully seen in the way he did now.

As he held Eleanor in his arms, a thought crossed his mind, Sometimes, the love we yearn for is much closer to us than we realize.