Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Claude smirked as he lifted Dalia effortlessly, draping her over his shoulder before laying her down on the bed. Their eyes met—burning with hunger, with need—and they dove into another kiss, breathless and wild.

This time, his hand slid to her breast, squeezing it firmly. It was still full of milk, and the sudden pressure made her moan against his mouth, breaking the kiss with a gasp.

"Nnngh~ Don't squeeze so hard... they're still sensitive," Dalia whispered, her hands trying to hold his in place.

"Why not?" he murmured, teasing her with a wicked smile. His fingers grazed over her nipple, making her shudder. "Don't you like it?"

Dalia bit her lip, flushed and panting. "Ugh… last time, Lyra bit down too hard and it bled. Another time, the milk wouldn't come out for hours. It got so swollen I could barely breathe... Being a mother is painful, you know?"

His eyes glinted. "So the milk got stuck, huh? Sounds like you need to be relieved. Don't worry… I'll help you with that."

Before she could respond, he brushed her hands aside and took her nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply. Her body jerked at the sensation.

"Ughh! You really are something else!" she groaned, threading her fingers through his dark hair, half-annoyed, half-melting under his touch. "Why are you so focused on that?!"

He looked up briefly, smirking. "Because you taste too good to ignore."

Each suck sent a jolt through her chest and down to the slick heat between her legs. Dalia could feel the milk starting to flow now, coaxed out by his hungry mouth, easing the pressure she'd been quietly enduring all day.

"Ah… ngh… don't drink too much…" she moaned, biting the inside of her lip, cheeks flushed. "You'll make them sore again…"

Claude chuckled low in his throat, the vibration making her arch her back. "Then stop moaning like you love it."

He switched to her other breast, his tongue flicking the swollen nipple before drawing it into his mouth.

Milk leaked past the corners of his lips, but he didn't stop. He sucked greedily, his hand kneading the breast he'd just left behind, catching every whimper she gave him.

"C-Claude… seriously…" she whimpered. "You're going to make them all empty... How about Lyra?"

"Nah, that kid is already big enough," he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. "Also, Isn't this what you need?"

His fingers pinched her nipple lightly, rolling it as he leaned in and bit down—gently this time—just enough to make her cry out again. Her back arched off the bed, hips shifting restlessly.

"See?" he said, voice low, hot against her skin. "Your body's already begging for more, Mother. You can scold me as you like, but look at how wet you are…"

His hand slid down her side, over her belly, and then between her thighs, finding the slick folds waiting for him. She gasped as two fingers slid inside without resistance.

"Damn… still so tight," he groaned, pumping his fingers slowly. "And this little pussy's just sucking me in. You want it again, don't you?"

"Nngghh!"

Dalia turned her face to the side, biting into the sheets, unwilling to say it. But her body betrayed her—hips rocking against his hand, soft gasps escaping her with every curl of his fingers inside her.

"Ohhh!!! It felt good! My breast, my pussy! Ahhh!!!"

Claude leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "Say it, Mother. Say you want my cock. That you want me to fuck you until your breasts are empty and you can't walk straight."

Dalia's thighs quivered around his wrist. "Ahhh~ you're so mean…"

"But you like it," he whispered, thrusting his fingers deeper. "You love how rough I get with you when you're like this."

He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock, teasing her entrance, letting the heat of him press against her slick folds without pushing in. She whimpered in frustration, writhing beneath him.

"Claude… please…"

He raised an eyebrow. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me…" she finally begged, eyes wet, voice hoarse. "I want it. I want you… all of you."

That was all the permission he needed. With one firm thrust, he buried himself inside her again, groaning as her warmth swallowed him whole.

"Fuck… you're perfect," he growled, gripping her hips. "Let me ruin you all over again."

Claude didn't give her a moment to adjust. His hips began moving immediately, a slow, grinding rhythm that pushed deep and deliberately.

Each thrust stirred something raw inside her—something aching and ravenous. She could barely breathe between moans, her legs trembling around his waist as he bottomed out again and again.

"Ahhh!!! Claude… you're so deep… so biggg" Dalia gasped, clawing at his shoulders.

It was the first time, since more than three months, she hadn't been touched and it felt like bliss.

"You think I'm stopping until I milk every drop out of you?" he growled, grabbing the back of her thigh and pushing her knee toward her chest.

The angle shifted suddenly—deeper, rougher—forcing a sharp cry from her throat.

He licked his lips seeing how her milk flowed out of her breasts every time he moved and how welcoming her pussy was, squeezing him tight as he groaned in pleasure.

"Nnngghh!! Claude, wait—wait, like that, I can't…!" she whimpered, eyes glassy with pleasure.

But he didn't stop. He leaned in and latched onto her breast again, drawing more milk into his mouth as he pistoned into her.

The rhythm built faster, and harsher, and her head lolled to the side as pleasure rolled over her like a wave.

"I love how your pussy clenches when I drink from you," he muttered against her skin, tongue circling the raw nipple. "You were made for this. For me."

"AHHH!!! AHHH I THINK I'M GONNA CUMM!!" She screamed at top of her lungs as her whole body trembled.

Her back arched again, and with a strangled cry, her climax crashed into her, stronger than before. Milk spurted into his mouth as she trembled violently beneath him.

Every flutter of her cunt around his cock, every needy gasp for breath—it was all meant for him.

He could feel it: her walls begging, clinging to him with desperate rhythm, warm and soaked from the inside out.

She was beyond wet—she was drenched, her body surrendering completely with every thrust.

So Claude pulled out abruptly.

Before Dalia could catch her breath, he flipped her onto her stomach, gripping her hips and hauling her onto all fours.

She gasped, trying to push herself up, but her arms buckled beneath her.

"No—Claude, wait—I need a minute—"

But he guided her hips back, the blunt tip of his cock rubbing against her soaked entrance again.

"I told you," he said with a dark smirk, "I'm not done."

And then he slammed into her from behind.

"AAAHHNNGGG!!"

Her scream was muffled by the pillow as he began thrusting hard, skin slapping against skin.

His hands gripped her waist tightly, controlling every motion as he pounded into her from behind. Her pussy keep clamping down on him, the sweet juices sliding down her tight like a fountain.

It was heaven to look at.

"HHHNNGGH~ GOOD, SO GOOD!" She moaned, her eyes were empty and hazy. Her face was red and her mouth could only cry out in pleasure.

Dalia could hear the wet sounds of their bodies, and feel the heat and slickness of her own arousal coating her thighs.

Her breasts hung down, still full and sensitive, swaying with every thrust. She sobbed into the sheets, overstimulated and helpless to the relentless rhythm.

"Claudee~ Your cock felt amazing, but- AHHHH!!!"

Claude reached under her and grabbed one of her breasts again, squeezing hard until more milk spurted from the nipple.

"Still leaking for me," he growled. "You love being used like this. Fucked, drained, filled."

Dalia's thighs shook, another orgasm building fast and hot. She tried to say something—anything—but it broke apart into moans as he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.

"AHHH!!! OHH!!! I-I THINKKHH!!! CUMM!!"

Her orgasm slammed into her again, this one tearing a scream from her lungs. She collapsed fully against the bed, unable to hold herself up. Her body twitched from overstimulation, juices spilling down her inner thighs.

Claude slowed, pulled out—and then grabbed her by the waist and turned her over again.

Her eyes fluttered open, dazed. "W-what… what now…?"

He didn't answer. He knelt between her thighs, grabbed her by the legs, and pushed them up until her knees were nearly by her shoulders—folding her in half.

Then he slid in again, easily, deeply, as her walls clenched instinctively around him.

"Damn, you're still tight, Mother," he panted, staring down at her with something like awe—and hunger. "Even after all that…"

Her breasts were pressed to her chest in this position, droplets of milk glistening on her flushed skin. Her body was stretched, exposed, helpless to his will.

He leaned down, and kissed her fiercely. "I can't get enough of you," he whispered. "You need to stay here until I am satisfied, alright?"

Her body was already reacting—welcoming him back in, greedy for more.

"Yeshh... Do what you like, Claude... I'm your sex doll for today."