Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Claude's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. There was no way he could refuse his mother— not when she looked at him with such desperate need.

Just seeing her like this made his cock twitch in anticipation.

"Alright… do whatever you want, Mother. But I'm not helping you," he said, his voice hoarse, strained from both arousal and the sharp pain coursing through his body.

'Damn, I'm glad I transferred her pain to me… because this is unbearable,' he thought, fingers curling into the bed sheets beneath him.

Dalia gave a small, shaky nod, her trembling hand guiding his thick shaft to her dripping entrance. His tip brushed against her swollen clit, sending jolts of pleasure through both of them.

"Ahh… haahh…" she moaned, her body shuddering as she slowly sank down, his cock stretching her open and filling her completely.

"Hnggh… Finally your cock inside me again."

Her juices flowed freely, coating both of them as her walls clenched around him.

Her whole body trembled, her mind clouded by bliss as her pussy greedily swallowed every inch of her son's cock.

"Mother… please, move," Claude grunted, the mix of pleasure and pain making him grit his teeth.

Her warmth and tightness helped dull the edge of his agony — just a little.

"Y-yeah… I'll move…" she mumbled, her voice thick with lust.

Her hips began to rock slowly, every motion sending wet, obscene sounds echoing through the room, blending with her high-pitched moans.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and glistening with sweat. Her fingers dug into his chest, nails dragging across his skin as her rhythm picked up.

"Ohhh!! Aahhh!! Claude!! Your cock feels so good!!" Dalia cried, her mind completely overtaken by the pleasure flooding her senses.

Any hesitation or guilt had long since melted away — all she could think about was him. His cock. Her need.

So she kept riding his penis as she didn't even know how long, because of how good it was.

Claude smirked faintly despite the sweat beading on his forehead. Her pussy was gripping him so tightly, refusing to let go, milking him for everything he had.

The only thing he could do was lie there and let her take the lead — his body was still in pain, though he was slowly adjusting.

"Tell me, Mother…" he grunted. "Do you love me, or is it just my cock? Do you see me as your man now?"

"Yes! Yes! You're my man! My only man!" she answered without hesitation, her hips grinding harder as she found that sweet spot deep inside.

Her back arched as the pleasure overwhelmed her, her voice rising into a scream.

"AAAHHH!! CLAUDE, I LOVE YOU!!"

She leaned down, capturing his lips in a desperate, messy kiss.

Their tongues tangled in a feverish dance, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths as they fought for control.

Her lips sucked at his, hungrily tasting every bit of him, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.

Claude's hands finally found the strength to move, sliding down to her hips.

His grip was firm as he pulled her down harder, driving his cock even deeper into her twitching, soaked pussy.

Dalia jolted, her body spasming at the sudden impact against her sweet spot. The overwhelming sensation pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

"NGGHHH!! OHHH!! AHHH!! I'm so close!! I'm gonna cum!!" she screamed.

"Do it… cum as much as you want," Claude hissed, feeling her walls convulse around him.

"CUMMING!! I'M CUMMING AGAINNN BECAUSE OF MY SON'S COCK!!!"

Her body shook violently as she squirted, her juices spraying all over his stomach and thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Her pussy clenched down hard, squeezing every inch of him until Claude couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ahh!! Fuck!! I'm cumming inside you!!"

Claude groaned, his cock throbbing as he filled her womb with his thick seed.

Dalia collapsed on top of him, panting, her body still trembling as aftershocks of her climax rippled through her.

She could feel the warmth of his cum spreading inside her, the sensation making her shiver with delight.

"Ahh… ahh… I'm definitely gonna get pregnant," she murmured dreamily, her eyes glazed with lust as her pussy twitched, still hungry for more.

Claude exhaled sharply, trying to catch his breath, the brief moment of pleasure allowing him to forget — just for a moment — the searing pain of his transformation.

Just as Claude exhaled, a notification appeared before his eyes.

[Update!]

[Transformation time reduced.]

[Your mother will fully transform into a Daemon in 1 day.]

He took a deep breath and glanced at Dalia. Her breathing had evened out—she was fast asleep.

Carefully, he shifted their position, laying her down gently before reaching for a blanket to cover her bare body.

But as his fingers brushed over her stomach, something caught his eye.

A tattoo.

Etched just above her womb, intricate tribal love patterns glowed with a golden hue, standing out even in the dim light.

Claude furrowed his brows. "What is this? Mother didn't have a tattoo before…"

[It's a Daemon Mate Mark! Congratulations, she has officially become your mate!]

[The golden color of the mark indicates a high probability of her bearing an S-rank descendant!]

Claude's mind stuttered for a moment. "What?"

The system chimed in.

[This is your unique bloodline's passive skill!]

[Every time you impregnate a witch or daemon, their child will have a rank ranging from F to S based on the mark's color.]

[Black = F to D rank, Red = C to B rank, Gold = A to S rank.]

[Each descendant's attribute points will be added to yours upon birth, and as they grow, their increasing stats will also strengthen you.]

Claude rubbed his chin, a smirk playing on his lips. "So, I just need to have as many children as possible to grow stronger?"

[Exactly!]

[Higher-ranked offspring also have superior evolution potential.]

[F to D-rank can only evolve up to a three-star form, C to B-rank can reach four-star, while A to S-rank can evolve into five-star beings and may inherit unique bloodline abilities—abilities that you can also use.]

Claude's smirk deepened. "Not bad… but pregnancy takes time. Nine months is a long wait."

[Daemon pregnancies work differently. Lower-ranked offspring (F to B rank) are laid as eggs rather than carried in the womb.]

[Each time, a daemon mother can lay up to three eggs. F to D-rank eggs hatch in five months, while C to B-rank eggs take nine months.]

[You are a king. You can impregnate every woman in this kingdom, and no one would dare question you.]

Claude exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "That's the problem… keeping a massive harem is a disaster waiting to happen."

He'd seen enough colossal empire dramas to know how terrifying a harem could be—jealousy, scheming, assassinations.

The last thing he wanted was to throw his mother into that kind of life.

"Managing a harem of random women would be a nightmare… a waste of resources too."

His gaze darkened. "It'd be better to focus on those capable of birthing B to S-rank children."

He would need to establish a system. A way to develop his harem.

As Claude thought deeper, his eyes narrowed in thought. "Why can I only impregnate witches and daemons?"

[You can only conceive with women who possess a dark affinity or a strong mana pool.]

[Daemon offspring feed on their mother's mana while developing, so only those with sufficient reserves can sustain them.]

[The greater a woman's mana, the higher the chance of bearing an S-rank descendant.]

Claude let out a low chuckle, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "I see… in that case, it's time to kidnap some witches."