Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

It was Morion.

The little girl stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide with shock. Her hands trembled before she suddenly turned to William in panic, shouting, "What are they doing?! Why is Papa hurting Layla?!"

Before he could stop her, she tried to rush inside, but William held her back with all his strength. She kicked and squirmed wildly, her small body deceptively strong.

"Let me go! She was screaming!"

"Lady Morion—please—they're not fighting! It's fine! Just go back to… collecting gold coins or something, alright?!" William pleaded, trying to keep his grip.

"NOOOO!!! FATHERRR!!!"

The cry echoed through the palace halls.

Inside, Claude stiffened the moment he heard it. His blood ran cold. He immediately leapt up, yanking on his tunic and pants faster than ever before.

One of his greatest fears wasn't dying in battle or being betrayed—it was dying naked, or worse, being walked in on while mid-act by his greatest enemy.

Storming out of the room, he snapped, "What's going on?!"

William winced. "Ah… it's Morion, Your Majesty."

The moment he said her name, the girl broke free and ran to Claude. She clutched his tunic tightly, tears in her eyes.

"FATHER!!! WHY WERE YOU MOVING FAST IN LAYLA'S BUTT?! SHE WAS SCREAMING!! ARE YOU HURTING HER?!"

Claude stood frozen. His mouth opened, but no words came out. His gaze slowly turned toward William, who looked anywhere but at him.

A long, heavy sigh escaped Claude's lips as he crouched and gently placed a hand on her head.

"Morion… I wasn't hurting her."

"But she screamed! And you were moving like—like the training dummies!"

He groaned and raked a hand through his hair. "Okay… Let's just go find Lilac. She can explain it better."

William, eager to escape, gave a silent nod and walked off quickly in search of the maid, leaving Claude alone with Morion who has no idea what's happening.

***

Claude paced back and forth outside the room like a man on trial. His expression was grim, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"This… this is the hardest crisis I've had to deal with since I arrived here," he muttered, rubbing his temples.

He heard the quick click of heels approaching and snapped his head up to see Lilac walking toward him, her long hair swaying with every step.

"Your Majesty," she said, concern in her eyes. "William said there was an emergency?"

Claude sighed, grabbing her shoulders with both hands. "She walked in. On me. And Layla. While we were in the middle of… you know!"

Lilac blinked. "Wait, you mean—"

"Yes!" Claude blurted out, his voice cracking.

"She saw us! Morion! And she thinks I was hurting Layla! She's panicking! I— I didn't know what to say! So I told William to get you!"

There was a pause. Then Lilac covered her mouth and started laughing. At first, it was a soft chuckle, but it quickly grew into full-blown laughter as she leaned against the wall.

Claude stared at her, deadpan. "You're laughing? This is serious!"

"I'm sorry!" she gasped between laughs. "But the image! Morion screaming about you moving fast on Layla's butt? Oh gods, Claude!"

"I panicked, okay?! She's still a child, mentally! She doesn't get what she saw!"

Lilac wiped a tear from her eye. "Oh, Your Majesty… you're adorable when you panic."

"This isn't about me being adorable!" Claude groaned, covering his face. "She's traumatized! She thinks I'm some kind of monster!"

Lilac walked closer and gently took his hand. "Relax. I'll talk to her. Calmly. No details. Just enough so she knows Layla's okay and that what she saw wasn't anything scary."

"Also, it's normal that noble and even common folk have sex education, even noble start early and have their own patron to teach them." she tapped his shoulder.

"So don't worry about it too much, Your Majesty. It's time for Morion to learn about that kind of things... She would be adult in couple of years anyway."

Claude sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Thank you…"

Lilac smirked. "But you owe me. Big time." she then crossed her arms, "And you have sex with Layla without me?! That's a crime against the Xalvach Twins!" she sighed dramatically while Claude laughed.

"Don't worry, you will be next."

Both Claude and Lilac stepped into the room where Morion sat anxiously on the edge of a cushioned stool, her small hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

Her head hung low, eyes fixed on the floor like a guilty child awaiting punishment.

"Father... I'm sorry," she murmured, voice trembling.

"I know I shouldn't have peeked into your room when everyone told me to go away."

She squeezed her fingers tightly, not daring to lift her eyes. "I just got scared that you were playing something fun without me..."

Claude chuckled softly, the tension in the room easing. He walked over and sat in front of her, patting her head gently.

"I could never be angry at you for that, Morion."

He grinned. "Besides, I should've been playing with you more during my free time. That one's on me."

Morion's eyes sparkled as she looked up. "Really? So you'll play with me later?!"

Claude opened his mouth to answer, but Lilac interjected with a warm smile, gently settling beside them.

"Not quite yet, sweetheart. Today, you're going to learn something important."

Morion groaned immediately, flopping onto her side. "Ughhh, I hate learning..."

Lilac laughed softly. "But this lesson is about something beautiful. It's a way to show how much you love someone. It's special—and something you'll understand better as you grow up."

She then explained to Morion slowly. The little girl's eyes widened in shock. Then, as the meaning settled in, her cheeks flushed a bright crimson.

With a loud yelp, she covered her face with both hands and bolted toward the door.

"I get it now! I get it!" she squeaked, before vanishing into the hallway.

Claude blinked in disbelief. "Wait—Is she going to be okay?"

Lilac giggled behind her hand. "Of course, Your Majesty. She's just... processing."

Then, with a sultry smile, her fingers slipped slowly across his thigh, her touch lingering.

"Now… how about we talk about your reward for being such a responsible father?"

Claude raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a smirk.

"Oh? I'm listening…"

Then her fingers trailed up to his lips, lightly brushing against them. "You know exactly what I want," she whispered, her voice laced with playful heat.

Claude smirked, his eyes flicking to hers. "Yeah, and your father made it very clear I'm not supposed to do anything like that while you're pregnant."

Lilac scoffed softly, leaning her head against his shoulder. "That's a stupid excuse. You know the old man doesn't know what he's talking about, right?"

He gave a slow nod, his hand stroking her thigh absentmindedly as their eyes met again.

"So?" she murmured, tilting her head with a teasing smile. "What are you waiting for? My pussy's been missing that mouth of yours."

Her voice dropped, sultry and commanding. "And since I've done something really big today, I think I deserve a little reward, don't you? Why don't you use that sexy mouth to worship me a bit? It's not that hard… is it?"

"You make it hard to be a responsible man," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. "But I guess… just this once, I'll spoil you."

Lilac's smile widened in satisfaction as she laid back, shifting her hips invitingly. She lift her dress, legs opened just enough for him to settle between them.

Her thighs trembled slightly—whether from anticipation or need, Claude couldn't tell—but it drove him wild.

He moved slowly, savoring every moment. His lips pressed soft kisses along her inner thigh, dragging the tension out, making her wait.

Lilac let out a breathy sigh, her fingers curling into the sofa.

His mouth found her pussy, the flat of his tongue gliding over her soaked folds in a slow, maddening stroke.

Layla's hips bucked almost instantly, a choked moan escaping her lips as her hands flew to his hair, gripping it tight.

"Aahhh~ Nghh~ Claude…"

He licked her again, firmer this time, dragging his tongue from bottom to top before circling her clit. Her back arched, hands on his hair.

Her thighs closed around his head as he sucked gently on her clit, rhythmically, expertly, his tongue flicking and teasing between soft kisses.

"Ooohhh~ Your tounge is so fucking good~"

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and it only made him hungrier.

He slipped two fingers into her pussy slowly, curling them inside to find that perfect spot, all while keeping his mouth working her clit.

Lilac cried out, her hips bucking against his face as she began to lose control.

"NNGGHH!!! THAT SPOT!!! AHHH!!! I'M CLOSE!!!"

She wanted to cum—he could feel it in the way she clenched, the way she pulled his hair tighter, the way her breath grew short and uneven.

"CLAUDEE!!! AHHHH!!!"

He didn't stop. He moaned again into her pussy, fucking her with his fingers and mouth, urging her over the edge.

"CUMM!!! I'M CUMMINGGHHH!!!"

And then—her thighs clamped tight around his head, her back arched off the bed, and she came hard, shaking under him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure rippled through her.

He kept licking, slow and gentle now, guiding her through the aftershocks, savoring every moment.

Finally, when she went limp beneath him, chest heaving, he kissed her thigh and looked up at her with a satisfied grin.

"Told you I'd spoil you."