Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Claude's eyes darkened at her plea. Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips slick with his semen, the raw need in her voice—it drove him mad.

He captured her lips in a hungry kiss. Their tongues met, tasting each other, tasting him, making their body once more melted into one.

"Without you asking that, I will definitely fuck and ruin you tonight," he growled into her lips.

"Nghh~ so do it now, please. My body is on fire, my pussy twitching nonstop! What you've done to me." she protested, her voice was full of desperation.

Claude chuckle, her back arching as he spread her thighs wide open once more. Her pussy was dripping, flushed, twitching, utterly desperate for him.

The tip of his cock brushed her entrance, slick and hard, teasing the swollen folds.

"I told you now! Or should I give you an order from the queen herself?!" her impatient surged, trembling under him.

Claude laughed against her throat, kissing down to her collarbone. "I'll fuck you so thoroughly, even your soul won't forget me."

And then he pushed in—slow at first, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her open. Her breath hitched, her head falling back as he filled her completely.

"AHHH! FINALLY!" she cried out, gripping his shoulders hard. "Y-You're too big again! Ahnn—!!"

Her walls clamped around him like a vice, sucking him in greedily, the slick warmth milking his cock like it never wanted to let him go.

Claude gritted his teeth, the sensation almost too much after how intensely she'd sucked him earlier.

"You're so tight…" he muttered, slowly drawing his hips back only to thrust in deep again. "Your pussy missed me that much?"

"Yes—YES!" Emmalise gasped, hips lifting to meet his thrusts. "I always dream about your cock! I think I'm going crazy!" she started to talk nonsense, her shame was all gone turned into lust.

He didn't need to be told twice. Claude grabbed her thighs and began to pound into her, hard and deep, his rhythm relentless and perfect.

The bed creaked beneath them, her body jolting with each thrust as he hit all the right spots.

Emmalise screamed, clawing at his back. "AHHH—YESSS! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER CLAUDE!!"

Her breasts bounced with every movement, her eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy as her pussy tightened and twitched around him.

Claude leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth again, biting and sucking in sync with his thrusts.

"GODSSS—IT'S TOO GOOD! YOU'RE RUINING MEEE!"

Claude growled against her skin. "Good. Be ruined. You're mine, Emmalise—every part of you."

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, her moans rising in pitch, louder and louder as her orgasm built again. Claude could feel it—her slick walls convulsing, the heat of her core pulling him in deeper.

"CLAUDE—CLAUDE!! I'M—I'M CUMMINGGG!!!" she screamed, back arching as her climax exploded through her.

Her pussy clenched him violently, milking his cock, wet and messy as her juices gushed out.

"Ahh... Amazing Emmallise!" he grinned, "But I'm done yet, bear with me a little more."

He didn't stop. Even as she writhed beneath him, legs trembling, voice cracking, Claude kept thrusting—deep, relentless, merciless—prolonging her pleasure, forcing her to cum even harder.

"Ahhh!!! Hahhh!!! I—I'm too sensitive!!!" Emmalise cried, her voice dissolving into high-pitched gasps.

Her mind had turned to mush, her body overwhelmed by the pleasure as her cunt spasmed, unable to stop cumming.

Claude grinned darkly. "Great… you just keep tightening now, huh? You little slut."

He thrust harder, rougher this time—so deep that her stomach bulged, the outline of his cock pressing against her abdomen.

"OHHH!!! MORE!!!" she screamed, louder than ever.

He grabbed her hand, pulling her up and onto his lap. With his cock still buried inside her, Claude began bouncing her on his length, forcing her to ride him while he held her hips in place.

"Fuck—deeper… deeper…" she whimpered, completely lost in the sensation.

His cock pushed up so far it kissed her womb, and Emmalise spasmed violently in his arms.

"CUMMHHH!!! CUMMMM!!!" she sobbed, her entire body tensing before she came again—hard. Her juices sprayed out, soaking his thighs, her voice cracking in pure ecstasy.

But Claude still didn't stop.

He kept moving, his hips slamming up into her as he controlled her trembling body. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, convulsing again and again, like she was trapped in a cycle of endless orgasms.

"Damn, your pussy's amazing, Emmalise," he groaned. "It just keeps milking me dry…"

Her body had gone limp, melted against him like jelly. She rested her head on his shoulder, hair damp with sweat, cheeks flushed a vivid red, eyes glassy and drunk with pleasure.

But even as her body trembled, her mind was clear on one thing—this was the best day of her life.

Claude gritted his teeth. Her tight, wet cunt was pushing him to his limit.

"F-Fuck—Emmalise!" he groaned, voice rough and low.

She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, dazed and breathless. Sweat trailed down her neck.

"Nnnghh~ Inside… do it inside…"

"You sure?" he growled, his thrusts growing erratic.

"Yes! Cum inside me, Claude—I want it all! Fill me up! I want to get pregnant with your baby—ahhh~!"

That was all it took.

With a deep, guttural moan, Claude slammed into her one last time and came hard. Hot spurts of cum flooded her insides, thick and heavy, gushing into her womb as Emmalise let out a scream of ecstasy.

"HAAAHHH! YESSS!! I FEEL IT—I FEEL IT ALL INSIDE ME!!!"

He collapsed on top of her, panting into her neck. For a moment, they were still—bodies tangled together, breath shallow, skin slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.

"…You weren't joking," Emmalise whispered, voice weak but satisfied. "That was definitely not just chapter one…"

Claude chuckled, brushing her damp hair out of her face. "If I'd known the Queen was this insatiable, I'd have memorized the entire damn library."

She laughed softly, arms still wrapped around him.

"I don't care what you studied. As long as it ends with you like this… inside me, fucking me like I'm yours."

"You are mine," he murmured, kissing her flushed forehead.

***

Morning came faster than expected. Emmalise stirred as the sunlight crept into her eyes. She blinked, groaning softly, and raised her hand to shield herself from the light.

Turning over, she felt the warmth of Claude still lying beside her, his breath calm and even.

A gentle smile crept onto her face as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek against his bare back. Her heart swelled with quiet warmth.

However, the sound of gasps suddenly echoed across the room—shattering the peace.

Her eyes snapped open.

She wasn't alone.

There, standing near the window, were her maids—Diana and Ohara. Their hands were over their mouths, their eyes wide, and horrified.

"Y-Your Majesty, the bed is broken!!" Diana blurted out before Ohara could stop her.

Ohara instantly clamped a hand over her coworker's mouth, eyes flicking nervously toward the Queen.

"Huh?" Emmalise mumbled, still dazed. But when she followed their gaze, she realized what they meant.

The bed… was crooked. Broken. Feathers were everywhere—floating through the air like snow. The mattress had split, the headboard cracked, and the entire structure looked like it had barely survived a battle.

Her face turned bright red—redder than a beet.

"Ugh! Y-You two, get out of here! Out!" she shouted, covering herself with the sheets.

Diana and Ohara scrambled away with a speed only true fear could inspire, fleeing the scene and leaving her alone with Claude… and her rising shame.

She groaned, turning toward Claude, who was still sleeping soundly on his stomach, utterly oblivious.

"Wake up, Claude! Wake up!" she yelled, shaking his shoulder furiously.

He groaned, his brow furrowing as he cracked open one eye. "Ugh… what is it…?"

"Look at this! Look what you've done!" she said, waving her hand at the wreckage of the bed. "You destroyed the bed!"

Claude blinked, looked around lazily, then yawned. "Oh… and?"

"And?! You're unbelievable! It's you who didn't want to stop last night!"

He smirked, stretching. "Pretty sure it was you who begged for the 'final chapter.'"

Emmalise let out a frustrated scream, grabbing her own hair. "What is the council going to say?! What if rumors spread?!"

Claude shrugged, eyes half-lidded with sleep. "Then I'll be known as the Beast Prince Consort. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

She pinched his cheek hard. "Don't joke about this! Do you even understand how embarrassing this is?!"

"You're overthinking it," he chuckled, unfazed. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. They should be jealous."

She groaned, massaging her temple. "I can't believe I married a madman…"

Before she could finish that thought, Claude suddenly grabbed her and rolled her back down onto the broken mattress, pinning her beneath him.

"Why don't we move on to the next round?" he smirked, voice low and dangerous.

"Are you crazy?!" she cried, eyes going wide. "Do you want to bring down this whole floor?!"

Claude raised an eyebrow. "Am I allowed to do that? Because if so, then yes—let's do it."

She slapped him gently across the face. "Crazy bastard!"

He just grinned, shameless and proud. "And you love me either way."

Before she could retort, he leaned in and kissed her deeply. Her protest melted against his lips as the warmth in her body reignited.

Despite herself, Emmalise wrapped her arms around him once more.

"Fine," she whispered between kisses, "but this time, we use the floor."

Claude laughed.

"Deal."

And just like that, the next round began.