Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Claude slid off Emmalise's black robe, revealing her bare body—her maids had prepared her perfectly. She smelled like fresh flowers, her pale skin smooth and glowing in the soft light. He ran his hand across her breast, gently kneading it as he murmured:

"Your maids did well."

"I know... They were unusually excited for some reason… Nghh~" she moaned when he pinched her nipple, the sensitive bud stiffening instantly.

"Of course, this is part of my royal duty," Claude smirked. "Learned it from The Secret of a Successful Prince Consort—your maids gave me a copy. It has... quite a few interesting lessons in bed."

Emmalise returned his smirk. "Then why don't you put them to use? Make your queen proud."

"Oh? Is that an order?" Claude chuckled, voice low. "Then allow me to show you what pleasure truly means."

He lowered his head and licked her nipple, sucking and teasing it like it was his favorite candy, gently biting down just enough to make her body shiver in delight.

Emmalise was already trembling. She had held herself back for over a month, forced to resist him even while he kept teasing her senselessly. It had been torture—pure, unbearable hell.

Claude's hand slid down her stomach and stopped at her slick heat. She tensed as his finger brushed against her folds, slowly circling the entrance with deliberate, teasing strokes.

"Ngghh~ Claude, please~" she moaned, her fingers threading into his dark hair, squeezing gently as his mouth continued to toy with her breast.

Her breath hitched with every slow circle of his fingers. The tension building in her was unbearable, her hips twitching slightly, craving more than his teasing touch.

"Claude…" she whispered, voice trembling. "You're so cruel... Just put it in already!" she protested as her pussy already twitching badly.

"Cruel?" he chuckled against her breast, flicking his tongue over the tip before sucking it into his mouth again. "I'm just thorough."

He eased his fingers lower, finally parting her folds with a gentle stroke. The heat, the wetness—he groaned softly in approval.

"You missed me that much?" he murmured, brushing his lips along her collarbone. "I barely touched you, and yet you're already soaking."

"I-I told you already aren't I?!" she gasped, arching her back when one finger slipped inside, slow and deep.

"I know," Claude whispered as he added a second finger, "It's just that your pussy is so sluty Emmalise, it keeps my finger in."

Her nails dug into his shoulders. "Shut up…"

He smiled against her skin. "Then let me silence you properly."

Without warning, he slid down between her thighs, spreading her legs open, his head was already in between them. Emmalise's breath caught in her throat. His hot breath ghosted over her slick entrance, and then—

"Ahhhh—Claude!"

His tongue found her clit, swirling and flicking with a rhythm that made her toes curl. His fingers never stopped moving, curling inside her pussy just right, stretching her needy pussy, while his mouth worked in tandem—sucking, licking, drawing out every little cry from her lips.

"Ohhh! It felt amazing! Ahhhh!!! Hahhh!!!" she lifted her eyes, looking at the ceiling as the pleasure crashed through her like a wave.

Emmalise's hips bucked, her thighs trembling as she clutched the sheets beneath her. She was undone, completely at his mercy—and he knew it.

He moaned into her clit, the vibrations sending fresh waves of heat through her core.

"D-Don't tease me like that…!" she panted.

He looked up briefly, chin glistening. "Who said I'm teasing?"

And then he doubled down, dragging his tongue flat across her folds before focusing on her clit again, faster now, circling on it like a hungry vulture. Sucking that bean hurt her toes curling.

"Ohhh!!! Lords!!!" she moaned high, the pleasure from her clit and pussy was unbearable.

His fingers pumped harder, curling up to hit that spot that made her body seize up and shudder.

"NGGGHHH!!! HAAHHH!!! AMAZINGGGH~"

Feeling like she would come anytime soon, he didn't stop. He wanted to feel her fall apart.

Her moans hit a higher pitch, breathless and ragged as her orgasm crashed into her like a wave.

"C-CLAUDEE!!!" I-I THINK I'M GONNA CUMMMHHH!!!"

Her legs clenched around his head, her back arched, and she cried out his name, broken and raw.

Claude held her through it, slowing his movements as she trembled and gasped beneath him.

When she finally collapsed back onto the bed, her skin flushed and glowing, he kissed her inner thigh softly before crawling up beside her.

"Am I pleasure you enough, Your Majesty the Queen?" he whispered, brushing hair from her sweat-kissed face.

Emmalise tried to catch her breath, dazed and flushed. "You... You really studied that book, didn't you?"

He laughed, low and full of heat. "I always ace my lessons, Emmalise. And this was just chapter one."

Her eyes widened. "Chapter one?"

Claude grinned, leaning down to kiss her again—slow and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"Let's turn the page."

Emmalise's eyes shimmered with curiosity—and raw desire. That orgasm had felt incredible, and now she wanted more.

She reached and grabbed his cock, her fingers wrapping around it with eager hunger.

"Is this about full penetration... or a blowjob?" she asked breathlessly as he stopped teasing her breast.

"Hm? What do you think?" He tilted his head with a smirk. "But honestly, it would be an honor if you wanted to blow me."

"I-I will..." she whispered, swallowing hard as the taste of his cum came back to her—rich, addictive, unforgettable.

They shifted positions. Claude now sat at the edge of the armbed while Emmalise knelt between his legs, crawling closer, her lips hovering just above his length.

Her gaze was locked onto it, her expression full of craving and anticipation.

"What are you waiting for, Emmalise?" he teased, his voice thick with amusement. "I know how much you love the taste~"

"Stop teasing me like that!" she pouted, cheeks glowing red. But he wasn't wrong—he never was.

When she touched herself, it was always him she imagined. His cock. His cum. Every time.

Emmalise's hand slowly began to stroke his shaft. Claude's breath hitched just slightly—enough for her to notice. That tiny reaction made her smirk, pride swelling in her chest.

"You act so smugly," she murmured, brushing her lips against the tip, "but I know how sensitive you really are."

Her warm breath ghosted over him, and he twitched in her grasp. She licked her lips slowly, then leaned in and dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock.

Claude let out a low groan, his hand instinctively resting on her head, fingers tangling in her soft hair.

"Oh? You like that?" she said coyly, flicking her tongue over his tip before closing her lips around it.

The taste hit her instantly. Just a trace, but it was enough to make her shiver. That same addictive flavor. It was almost unfair how much she craved it.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she took more of his penis into her mouth, slowly, inch by inch. She could feel his thighs tense under her touch, and it sent a thrill through her chest.

Claude's voice was rough with restraint. "Fuck, Emmalise… your mouth is so warm and tight…"

She moaned around him in response, the vibration making him twitch again. Her pace was slow at first, savoring every movement, every reaction she could pull out of him.

She wanted to tease him, to make him melt the way he always made her unravel with just a touch or a word.

His hand tightened in her hair, as her throat kept convulsing around his shaft, it was so tight, that the pleasure drove him crazy.

"Hahhh! Someone really practiced hard for this," he smirked.

She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with lust, her mouth stuffed full of him. The sight alone nearly made him lose control.

She pulled back with a pop, panting softly, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip.

"You taste so good," she whispered. "Why do you taste so good?"

He chuckled, voice hoarse. "If I'd known you'd get this addicted, I would've teased you even more."

"You're the worst," she huffed, but she couldn't keep the smile off her lips.

She dove back in—this time faster as she could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat. Her head bobbed as she took him deeper, her rhythm smooth and practiced.

Her hand pumped at the base, keeping him slick as her tongue worked over every sensitive spot she could reach.

Claude groaned low in his throat, hips twitching under her effort. Her throat that keep twitching like crazy just like a pussy and her hand that keep stroking his base and gently squeezing his nuts was amazing.

"Damn… Emmalise…" he muttered. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up."

While Emmaline was too focused on how his precum taste, was sweet and addictive like drugs. Making her horny as her slick drop down her pussy.

She wanted his cock inside her right here and now!

Claude's breath grew heavier. He bit his lip, trying to hold on, but she could feel it—his cock swelling just a little more, his thighs trembling beneath her.

"Emmalise—" he warned, but she didn't slow down.

She took him as deep as she could, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her hand moving faster. She wanted it. All of it. And then with a loud, strained groan, he came.

"Fuck! I will come inside you!"

Hot spurts of cum filled her mouth. She swallowed greedily, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored every drop, moaning softly as if she were tasting fine wine.

Even after he finished, she kept licking him clean, refusing to waste a single bit.

When she finally pulled away, a satisfied grin curved her lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, flushed and breathless.

"I can't hold it anymore, please fuck me, Claude!"