Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 115: Missing Your Touch**

Claude ground his cock against his mother's soft entrance, letting her feel every vein pulsing along its length. She shuddered beneath him, heat pooling between her thighs.

"Is... is this okay? I'm pregnant," she asked breathlessly. As much as she craved him, the baby's safety still came first.

"It's fine, Mother. A daemon baby is strong and won't die that easily," he reassured, voice calm and confident.

Claude remembered from his past life in the modern world that sex during early pregnancy was generally safe if both mother and fetus were healthy.

And with daemons, it was even more so. Their offspring had an extraordinary will to live—an evolutionary trait to keep their kind from extinction.

"But we can stop if you want to," he added, eyes scanning her face. "You've not been feeling well lately."

"Who said that? Even the doctor said I'm healthy! I just can't eat much because of the nausea," Dalia huffed, clearly annoyed.

Claude sighed but smirked. "Fine. Let's do it."

Llyold had assured him that daemon pregnancies weren't threatened by physical activity, but rather by a lack of mana.

Claude's body overflowed with it—his sperm, his blood—it was the perfect nourishment for a pregnant daemon mother.

Both Dalia and Layla, who also carried his child, would benefit from it.

With that thought, Claude finally pushed inside her, her puffy pussy wrapping around him with familiar warmth.

It had been two months since he last touched her, and the sensation almost made his knees buckle.

"Ahhh... Mother, your pussy feels amazing," he murmured into her ear. "I missed this so much—nothing compares to it."

"Hnggghhh~" Dalia moaned as his thick shaft stretched her, filling her up once again.

Claude licked his lips as he tugged off her dress, leaving her in only the corset.

His hands found her heavy breasts, cupping and kneading them before teasing her nipples with skilled fingers.

"I missed these tits too," he said before lowering his head to kiss them, then caught one nipple between his lips, tongue swirling before he bit down gently, drawing a jolt from her.

"Ahhh! Claude, you bad boy!" she scolded, slapping the back of his head lightly.

But then she pouted. "You say that, but you have Aubree too."

Claude chuckled. "Are you jealous?"

In this world, polygamy was normalized. Many lords, merchants—even commoners—had multiple wives.

Women often weren't given the chance for education or work, so marriage became the only path to survival or stability.

Dalia didn't answer, turning her head to sulk. Claude laughed softly and kissed her cheek.

"You're the one I love the most," he whispered. "The others… I need them to bear my heirs."

With that, he lifted Dalia gently, helping her lean against the headrest of the swing.

Using the swing's momentum, Claude began thrusting deeper with each sway, her soaked heat guiding him in.

Dalia whimpered, body aflame with the pleasure coursing through her. His cock hit every sensitive spot inside her, and it felt divine.

His hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her back against him as his cock plunged deeper, stirring every part of her sensitive, needy walls.

Though, he did it as gently as possible and didn't want to hurt Dalia and her baby.

"Hnnn~ Hngghhh!!! Claude…" Dalia whimpered, her fingers tightening on the ropes of the swing.

Her legs trembled with every stroke, her pregnant belly rising and falling with each breath.

The heat inside her was unbearable, and the pleasure was building again—faster than before.

Claude leaned forward, licking a stripe up her neck and whispering, "You feel even better than I remembered, Mother. Warm, soft, tight… your body's made for me."

Dalia's cheeks flushed a deep red, her eyes fluttering shut as his words made her walls clench around him.

"Ahhh~ Don't say embarrassing things like that…" she mumbled, biting her lip to stifle a moan when his cock brushed her most sensitive spot again.

"What emberasing? You are my mother and you naked in front of me having sex with your son, there shouldn't be any shame left in you." he bit her ear, as he

chuckled low

He pulled her back harder, faster. His pace grew rougher, more demanding.

"Shit! Feel so good!" his cock was being clamped down, her pussy won't let go of it, milking him dry.

He watched with obsession as his mother's tits bounced, the tits he used to suck when he was a child were now all his.

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The corset barely holding them in place, and her flushed face turned to him with lust-clouded eyes.

Her voice trembled as she moaned again, "Ahh! Claude! If you go that deep—ahhhn—I'll break…!"

"You're not breaking," he said with a grin. "You're mine. And your body knows it."

His hand reached around to rub her clit in tight circles, making her jerk and cry out.

"AAAHHH!!! OHHHNN!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Her juices coated him, sticky and hot, dripping down his shaft as he thrust into her harder.

The swing swayed violently now, squeaking louder, the two of them lost in their feverish passion.

Dalia's hands abandoned the ropes, wrapping around his neck as she clung to him. "AHHH!!! HAAHHH!!! Please, Claude… don't stop… it feels so good, I'm gonna—AHHHH!"

He kissed her hard, swallowing her moans, his hips relentless. "Cum for me, Mother. I want to feel you lose it on my cock."

Claude know she was close as her pussy tightened on him even harder, the pleasure was unbearable as he wanted to break her even more.

'Calm yourself down, she is pregnant!' he swallowed, as he moved even faster, her whole body bouncing deliciously making her look even more beautiful.

Her back arched, her nails dug into his skin, and her entire body tensed as his dick pressed more on her sweet spot, making her see stars all over as the pleasure come like a lightning bold.

"HNGGHHHH!! CLAUDEEEE!!! CUMMINNGGHHH!!!" she screamed, her pussy tightening like a vice around him, gushing her orgasm all over his cock.

Claude groaned deeply, his own pleasure reaching its peak. He couldn't help it, he was super horny right now seeing his mother whimpered beneath him.

"Fuck—Mother, your pussy's milking me… I'm gonna cum too!"

He gave a few final, rough thrusts before burying himself fully inside her, letting out a shuddering growl as he came.

His cock pulsed, flooding her with thick, hot seed, filling her womb until it overflowed, dripping out onto the swing.

They stayed like that for a moment—Dalia trembling in his arms, Claude holding her close, both panting.

He then leaned in, kissing her stomach tenderly as a small kick thudded against his cheek.

His eyes widened, and he chuckled. "Huh… you like that, don't you?" he smirked, rubbing gentle circles where he felt the kick.

Dalia giggled softly."Of course, they do. You're their father."

Her hand slid down to cradle his cheek. "They know your voice… your warmth."

Claude looked up at her, his smile faltering just a little. "I'm sorry… I couldn't be here like I promised. I told you I'd stay by your side, but I've failed that again…"

She cupped his face with both hands now, leaning in close. "Claude… you're not just my son or my lover anymore. You're the king. The head of this place, this strange little kingdom."

"I know you have to carry burdens. That's why… I'm proud of you."

"Thank you Mother for always standing by my side, without you I am nothing," he then hugged her as they enjoyed the evening together like they used to.

***

"Olivia, why won't you look at me?"

Sophia whispered as she gently touched her daughter's back. Olivia had refused to speak to her since they arrived in Elysium.

She didn't respond—only knelt in the corner, muttering prayers over and over like a woman possessed.

As promised, Claude had given Olivia a safe place to stay. Her room was spacious, well-lit by natural sunlight, and peaceful—far better than what she had during her time as a cleric.

But none of it mattered. She remained trapped in her own mind.

"Goddess Eunomia, please forgive me for my sins… for my failure to kill the daemon!"

"Please grant me salvation for all of my wrongdoings…"

That was all she ever chanted.

Sophia's heart ached as she listened. Even though they were no longer within the Everbright Church's clutches, her daughter seemed beyond saving.

Her fingers gently brushed Olivia's head—once covered in beautiful hair, now bald and marred with burns and scars from what happened in Blackwood.

All of Olivia's body hair was gone. Yet despite the horror they'd both endured, Sophia couldn't bring herself to hate Claude.

She then placed a hand on her still-flat stomach.

"Olivia," she said softly, "you're going to have a little sibling, just like you always wanted." She smiled gently, forcing hope into her voice.

"So please… talk to me. Forget everything the Church taught you. They were the evil ones, not us."

For a moment, Olivia's prayers stopped.

Slowly, she turned to face her mother, her eyes empty and lifeless.

"You… there's a daemon inside your womb?" she muttered.

Her voice trembled with disgust, rising in volume with every word. "That filthy creature... lower than a roach?!"

Sophia's smile vanished, replaced by fear. "Olivia… What are you saying? Don't act like this, please. You're scaring me..."

But Olivia stood up. Her voice grew louder, more frenzied.

"All daemons must be purged from this world!"

Before Sophia could react, Olivia lunged.

They fell to the floor—Sophia gasping in pain beneath her daughter's weight. Olivia straddled her, eyes wide with manic fury, hands raised high.

Sophia's gaze locked on her daughter's trembling hands, paralyzed in horror.