Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Evelyn nodded eagerly, her smile growing wider. She licked from the top with slow strokes, cleaning him with her tongue until not a single drop remained.

Claude's cock twitched, hardening once again from her touch.

She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, guiding it toward her mouth. Her tongue slid down to the base, savoring the feel of every pulsing vein as she cleaned him thoroughly, drawing a shudder of pleasure from him.

"You're good at this…" he murmured, brushing her hair back as she continued licking him like it was the most delicious lollipop she'd ever tasted.

Evelyn's eyes gleamed with lust. Her pussy throbbed with need, slick with arousal as her fingers dipped between her legs.

She couldn't hold back any longer. His aphrodisiac was too strong—her thoughts were a hazy mess of desire.

"Nghh~ Your Majesty's cock is so delicious," she moaned, returning to the tip and circling it with her tongue, tasting every drop of slick that gathered there.

Claude shuddered again.

"Fuck… This slut," he hissed, his palm smacking her ass hard.

She jolted, moaning with pleasure as the sting echoed through her body.

"Ahhhnnn!!! Your Majesty!" she cried, trembling.

Evelyn then lifted her head, asking, "Your cock is clean now… Can my pussy have it?"

Claude chuckled. "Sure… but first, show me what you've got."

She nodded and laid back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her fingers parted her glistening folds, showing him just how wet and desperate she was.

"Your Majesty, please… Please fuck me rough. Destroy this pussy slut," she begged, her eyes unfocused and full of raw, burning lust.

"As you wish," Claude growled, gripping her thighs tightly, leaving red marks on her soft skin.

He pressed his shaft against her soaked entrance, grinding teasingly as her body quivered beneath him.

"Nnnnggghhhh~ Your Majesty, please~ I can't take it anymore," she whimpered, biting her lip as she tried to push her hips down, needing him inside her.

"Be patient," he said, making sure she was stretched and ready—before finally, mercilessly, thrusting in.

Her hymen tore with a sharp stretch, a faint trace of pain crossing Evelyn's face—but then, to Claude's surprise, she smiled.

Then came the moan, "Ahhh~ M-Move… please move~" she whispered, voice trembling with need.

The pain had melted away, replaced by a rush of overwhelming pleasure as her body accepted him.

The pressure of his cock stretching her walls, the heat of his presence filling her completely—it sent shivers down her spine.

Claude looked down at her, smirking. "Don't blame me for this," he muttered.

Her warm, wet walls welcomed him with every thrust, greedily sucking him in deeper, clamping down like they never wanted to let go.

Each pulse of her slick hole made Claude groan, the sensation driving him wild.

"You're so damn tight…" he murmured, his voice husky.

His hips rolled slowly but deeply, each stroke brushing against the very end of her canal. The moment he nudged her cervix, Evelyn's moan tore out uncontrollably.

"AHHHH!! T-THAT'S—!!" Her eyes rolled back, her mouth slack as her body jerked beneath him.

He had just touched something untouched and her reaction was explosive as it felt painful but good at the same time!

Her legs trembled around him, hips arching as her climax slammed into her with high force.

"AAAGGGHHH!!! CUM!!! I'M CUMMINGGG!!"

Claude gritted his teeth, groaning as her tight cunt clenched hard around him. Her orgasm gripped his cock, pulsing as slick arousal gushed from her.

"Ah, fuck… You like it when I hit your cervix, huh?" he teased, though she couldn't answer.

Her mind had gone blank—too far gone, dazed in a haze of euphoria.

But he didn't stop.

With a firm grip, he lifted her trembling body, seating her on his lap. His cock sank in even deeper at this angle, and that was her breaking point.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, scratching down his back as her entire body shook.

"AAAHHHH!! YOUR MAJESTY!!" she wailed, voice cracking as her walls fluttered around him.

He grinned, thrusting up as he lifted her hips, controlling her motion like a doll on his lap.

Her pussy squelched wetly around him, her slickness dripping down between them with each hard grind.

"OHHH!! AHHH!! HA-AAHH!! Your Majesty, it's too deep! I—I can't!" she cried, clutching his neck, her legs locked around him as her body convulsed again.

"It's stretching me s-so much…!"

She couldn't deny it—she loved that unbearable stretch, the sharp bliss when he bumped her deepest spot.

The pain made it even sweeter, like her nerves were being burned alive in pure pleasure.

Claude groaned, his own release drawing closer with each tight pulse of her soaked pussy.

She was gripping him so tightly, milking him, squeezing every inch as if her body wanted to drain him dry.

"Damn… Your body's too good," he growled, eyes flicking to her bouncing tits.

He leaned forward, taking one soft mound into his mouth, biting and sucking her nipple as she moaned even louder.

"NGHHHH!! YOUR MAJESTY!!! I'M—CUMMING AGAIN!!!" she screamed, the sound echoing in the room.

Her body seized, and this time, she squirted—spraying all over his abs and thighs, a gush of liquid pouring from her convulsing core.

Claude didn't care. He was lost in the heat of it all, letting her climax wash over him as he continued pounding her relentlessly.

The rhythmic squeeze of her walls, the sweet, slick mess between them, the sight of her teary, bliss-stricken face—it was too much.

"Fuck… I'm gonna cum…" he growled against her chest, his thrusts growing erratic as he neared his own peak.

Claude shifted her body again, guiding Evelyn to lie flat on the bed as he took control.

He lifted her legs and held them in place, spreading her wide and open as he angled himself to thrust even deeper.

His cock slammed into her soaked core, each thrust making her body jolt and tremble beneath him.

Her voice broke into desperate moans as her body writhed under the overwhelming pleasure.

"AHH—AHHHHNN! T-TOO DEEP!!!"

Her pussy clenched hard around him, tight and hot, spasming uncontrollably as another orgasm crashed through her.

Her mind blanked, her body no longer her own—Her pussy was only a sex toy to pleasure and she didn't mind at all.

Claude gritted his teeth, trying to hold on, but her wet, trembling walls were too much.

"Fuck… Evelyn—!"

They climaxed together.

Her scream echoed in the room, raw and breathless. "I'M CUMMMIIINNGGG—AAHHH!!"

Her head fell back as her vision filled with stars, her whole body convulsing as she felt him release inside her.

A flood of warmth surged deep into her womb, thick and hot, making her shudder. She could feel every pulse of his cock as he filled her, marking her.

Claude let out a low groan, savoring the way her pussy refused to let him go.

"What a perfect hole," he murmured, watching as their mixed fluids slowly dripped out.

Evelyn was panting, her body limp, her legs trembling in his grip.

Then he smirked, letting go of her thighs before leaning over her, his cock still buried deep inside.

He brushed her sweat-slicked hair from her cheek and whispered low into her ear, "You're lucky… but also very unlucky."

"H-Huh…?" she managed between gasps.

He chuckled darkly. "The day's still long, and I'm not nearly satisfied."

Her eyes widened, dazed and glowing with lust, even through her exhaustion. "Y-Your Majesty… have mercy…"

Claude's laugh was low and rough, filled with heat. "Mercy? Don't pretend. You love every second of this."

She bit her lip, unable to deny the truth. Her hips shifted, inviting more.

***

In the end, Claude had to be dragged out of bed—Llyold needed him back at work. With the growing number of slaves and serfs under their care, the situation was becoming increasingly complex.

Food distribution, housing, logistics—it was all piling up. And only Claude had the efficiency and sharp mind to handle it.

So, with a groan of protest, he returned to his desk. And since he'd be leaving again soon, the workload had doubled.

"They stopped working because of the food rations?" Claude lifted his eyes from the report.

"I did my best, Your Majesty," Ezra said, bowing slightly. "I calculated as ordered, but many are still going hungry."

Claude let out a sharp sigh. "And you gave them more?"

Ezra hesitated before nodding. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Claude pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do you know why I keep their portions low? Because overeating makes you sluggish and lazy."

"The meals may be simple, but they're balanced—high in plant proteins and enough to sustain work."

He leaned forward, voice cool and firm. "If they refuse to work, cut their rations entirely. Only those who contribute eat. Coordinate with Llyold and have his knights stand by to suppress any resistance."

Ezra paled slightly, but nodded. "Understood, Your Majesty."

As the aide left, Claude exhaled heavily and turned to his two trusted men.

"Llyold, William. I need someone with discipline to oversee the slaves. Ezra's too soft-hearted to manage them effectively."

William, ever composed, gave a small nod. "I can send you a list of potential daemons fit for the task, Your Majesty."

"Good. Make it fast."

Claude worked relentlessly until nightfall. When the last document was signed, he leaned back in his chair and stretched, shoulders stiff from hours of labor.

Just as he prepared to leave, a knock came at the door.

He glanced up. "Enter."

The door creaked open, and a daemon stepped inside—Aldrich, wearing that cheerful smile that immediately made Claude squint his eyes.