Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 140: Making The Queen Beg**

Claude watched Emmalise's petite frame tremble under his touch, her moans filling the room as her wetness coated his fingers.

Her thighs quivered, slick and flushed, every stroke of his circling fingers on her clit drawing out another whimper from her parted lips. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"Claude~" she moaned, her voice thick with need, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with lust.

She looked utterly undone, and yet he knew—she still wanted more.

He leaned in close, his smirk playful. "What is it, Emmalise? What do you want?"

His fingers never stopped, teasing her swollen clit with slow circles. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as her breath caught.

"Ohhh~ It feels so good… I want more, please," she pleaded softly, her hips twitching toward his hand.

Claude lowered his mouth to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "More?" he whispered.

"You'll have to be more specific than that."

He nibbled on her earlobe, making her gasp and squirm from the ticklish sensation.

Her frustration burst through. "What don't you understand?!" she snapped, voice trembling with need. "I want your cock! Please… just fuck me already!"

He chuckled, low and pleased. "That's better," he murmured. "I love it when you beg like that. Of course, I'll give you what you want."

With one hand, he unfastened his pants, his tunic still hanging loosely on his frame, rumpled from their heated exchange.

Somehow, the mess only made him look more alluring to Emmalise.

Her breath hitched as she caught sight of his cock. Even though she'd been drunk the first time she saw it, the memory hadn't done it justice. It was thick, long, intimidating.

She swallowed hard.

Claude raised an eyebrow, amused. "What's that look for? You've seen it before."

"Hmph… It's nothing!" she said quickly, turning her face away, flushed. "It's not that impressive anyway."

He laughed. "Is that so? Let's see if you still think that after I've destroyed your pussy."

He hooked one of her legs over his arm, forcing her to tiptoe as he lined himself up with her entrance. She gasped at the feel of him pressing against her folds—her heart pounding, her body instinctively bracing.

"Claude…" she whispered, clinging to him. "Be gentle, please… it hurts."

Her voice shook, raw and sincere. She had battled beasts, suffered wounds, and bled before. But this pain was personal, intimate, and sharp.

"I know," he murmured, kissing her temple. "Just a little longer. It'll pass soon."

He eased his tip inside her, her tightness resisting him. He groaned softly, her heat and grip overwhelming. But when he felt her flinch, he paused.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, eyes soft. "If I don't go all the way now, it'll only hurt worse."

With a steady thrust, he sank deeper into her. Her walls stretched around him, a sharp cry escaping her lips as a thin trail of blood trickled down.

"AAAHHH! It hurts!" she cried out, burying her face in his chest, her arms wrapping tightly around him as she trembled.

Claude held her close, one hand stroking her back. "Just hold on… I've got you."

His lips kissed her softly at first, gentle and warm, trying to make her feel good—trying to calm her, to help her body relax for what was to come.

But that soft kiss turned hotter, deeper, more intense. Their tongues tangled in a messy, wet dance, moans echoing between them as saliva dripped down their chins.

Emmalise melted into it, her body loosening up under his touch, the tension slowly replaced by heat.

Clude's hand didn't stay still. It slid up, searching for her soft breast, finally grabbing it slowly.

His fingers massaged and twisted her hardened pink nipple, making her jolt and whimper louder into the kiss.

"Nnngghh~ Mmpphhh…!"

Her body grew hot again, the sensation flooding through her as her pussy twitched around his cock, a signal begging him to move.

Claude pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with lust, and began to move slowly. Just a little at first—a shallow pull, then a gentle push in.

"Fuck, your pussy is tight as hell," he groaned, hissing as the warmth and wetness of her core wrapped around him tight didn't want to let go.

She was messy, soaking, her cunt clenching around him with every slow thrust.

Emmalise whimpered, her arms tightening around his neck. The sting was still there, but it was fading—swallowed by the warmth spreading deep inside her.

She bit her lip, her brows furrowed in pain and pleasure. "A-ahh…"

"That's it… let your body adjust," he whispered near her ear, "it'll feel better soon."

Then he hit it—that spot—the one that made her body jump and her legs tremble like a baby deer in his arms.

"AAAHHH!!! THAT SPOT!! Please! Touch it more!" she cried out, her body arching against him, hungry for more of that pleasure.

Claude smirked. "Finally…" he muttered, voice low and hungry.

He didn't hold back anymore. His hips moved faster, harder, hitting that spot over and over again as the sounds of wet slaps and her cries filled the room.

"OHHHH LORDDDD!!! IT FEELS SO GOOD!!"

Emmalise screamed, her voice raw, head tilted back, her eyes wide and hazy. Her pussy clenched tight, her liquid of love dripping all over the floor, soaking both of them.

Claude grunted, feeling her walls squeezing him like a vice. "F-fuck… you're close, aren't you?"

Without waiting, he lifted her other leg, letting her lock it around his waist as he pinned her to him, supporting her completely. She hugged him tightly, letting him fuck her deeper—hotter.

His thrusts were like pistons now, each one slamming deep into her tight hole, her walls fluttering like crazy.

It was all him now—her body bouncing with every thrust, each one shaking her whole form like a ragdoll.

While Emmalise was a mess, her body was not under her control anymore but her pleasure. Her whole body was begging for more, for more thrust, and more cock.

She loved it so much she felt like she lost her mind!

"Nnngghhh!!! AHHH!! I CAN FEEL IT—SOMETHING'S COMING!!!" she screamed, her mind blank with ecstasy, her whole body trembling.

"CUMMM!!!" she shouted, and her pussy exploded, flooding around him, her juices dripping uncontrollably down her thighs and onto the floor.

Her body clenched so hard around his cock that it almost pulled him in deeper.

Claude groaned, gripping her waist, feeling like her pussy was milking him dry.

But he didn't cum.

Not yet.

This wasn't over.

As Emmalise's climax finally subsided, her eyes slowly regained focus and her breathing steadied.

Claude withdrew his cock from her soaked pussy, drawing a soft whimper from her lips at the sudden emptiness.

"You ready for the next round?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

She only nodded, the faint aphrodisiac in his pre-cum already clouding her mind. All she could think about now was sex—pure, overwhelming pleasure.

"Yes… please," she moaned, her voice desperate. "I want to cum again. I want your cock again…"

There was no trace of royalty in her words now. She didn't sound like a queen—she sounded like a woman lost in lust, a slave to pleasure.

"Good," Claude murmured with a smirk. He turned her toward the wall. "Put your hands on it. Don't let yourself fall."

Obediently, she nodded and bent forward, presenting her ass to him. He licked his lips at the sight and gave her thick, bouncing ass a firm slap, earning a moan from her as her slick arousal dripped down her thighs.

"Nngh~ Claude~ Just put it in—please," she begged, swaying her hips, her needy pussy twitching with anticipation.

Without another word, Claude slammed his cock deep inside her, making Emmalise gasp, her eyes going wide with raw pleasure.

The heat and wetness of her pussy welcomed him back greedily, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips.

She was already clenching around him, her insides spasming with need—desperate to be fucked again.

Claude began to thrust deep, savoring the way her slick folds gripped his cock so tightly. Each time he pulled out, her pussy clenched, trying to draw him back in, as if begging for more.

"Fuck… you're so wet, Emmalise," he groaned, his hands gripping her waist as he slammed into her again, harder this time.

The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room, each wet slap adding fuel to the fire burning inside them.

"Nggghhh~ your cock, I can't get enough!!! Ahhh!!!!"

Emmalise moaned louder with every thrust. Her legs trembled, but she kept herself steady against the wall, just as he ordered. Her body rocked with his rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each deep stroke.

"OHHHH~ Claude! Deeper! Don't stop!" she cried out, her voice raw and breathless.

The way he filled her, stretched her, owned her—it made her mind go blank. All she could do was beg for more.

Claude leaned in, his chest pressed to her back, his hand snaking around to toy with her clit. She screamed at the added sensation, her body jerking.

"You like that?" he whispered against her ear. "You love being used like this, don't you?"

"YES! I LOVE IT—I LOVE YOUR COCK—JUST FUCK ME, PLEASE!"

Her words only pushed him further. He pounded into her faster, rougher, his balls slapping against her soaked folds.

Her walls tightened, fluttering around him, and he knew she was close.

"AAHHHH!!! CUM!!! CUM AGAINNNN!!!"

With a loud, broken cry, her body tensed and shook violently. Her pussy clenched around his cock in spasms, milking him.

"Shit! I can't hold it anymore!"

That was all he needed. With a final deep thrust, Claude groaned and released his cock, spilling his hot cum into her back. Remembering that they weren't married yet.

"Haahhhh.. I hope you won't get pregnant with this." Claude murmured, still enjoying his climax.

While Emmalise was already slumped on the floor, her pussy was dripping with cum with happiness on her face.