Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 125: One Of The Best Day For A King***

'Hmm… Tentacles aren't even considered a fetish here?' Claude mused, lips twitching in amusement. What a shame.

"Relax," he purred, watching their trembling forms, "it won't hurt. You'll only feel good."

The tentacles struck with precision—gliding up their thighs, circling their hips, stroking over their soaked folds.

Evelyn arched on the bed as one thick tendril cupped her clit, swirling and tightening in pulses. Her hands clutched the sheets, knuckles white as pleasure surged through her.

"Nnngghh~! So good, Your Majesty! They're everywhere!" she moaned, her hips jerking with each wave.

The tentacle at her breasts teased her nipples, tightening then releasing in rhythmic waves, over and over, until she screamed from the unbearable pleasure.

"AHHH! AHHHH! I'M COMINGGG!"

But Rosetta was already unraveling—trembling, twitching, lips parted in silent ecstasy.

Her body was overwhelmed, invaded by the sensation of being touched everywhere without even penetration. It was almost too much, too perfect.

Claude chuckled as both girls lay in a dazed, satisfied mess.

"Now that they're busy…" he turned his gaze to Sabine, who had been watching the entire show with burning hunger. "…it's time for your performance."

Sabine's lips curled into a sultry smile, her eyes glowing in the moonlight. She leaned down, brushing her lips against his ear.

"Yes, Your Majesty," she whispered, her voice silk and heat. "Let me make you mine tonight."

Then she sank down slowly, her slick folds parting inch by inch as his cock filled her. Her body trembled when her hymen tore, a faint trace of blood mixing with the heat between them.

The pain flickered briefly, but the aphrodisiac coursing through her veins drowned it in pleasure.

Sabine didn't care. All that mattered was the fullness—his cock stretching her to the limit.

"Hngggh~ Your Majesty, you're so big…" she bit down on her lip, voice breathless and heavy with lust.

The room echoed with wet, obscene sounds as her walls stretched to accommodate him, each motion accompanied by her shaky, muffled moans.

And when she finally took him to the base, a shudder rolled through her.

Claude hissed sharply, his fingers twitching against her hips. "Fuck… you're tight," he growled, eyes narrowing as the heat of her wrapped around him like a vice.

"I'll move now, Your Majesty," Sabine whispered, lifting her hips just enough before sliding back down, beginning a slow rhythm.

The way her muscles squeezed and fluttered around him with every motion only made his control slip further.

Claude grunted, jaw clenched. "You… can control your muscles inside?"

Sabine smirked at his reaction, beads of sweat trailing down her neck. "Ah… so you noticed?" she murmured.

"Every female daemon is trained by her patron to please her partner in bed."

She leaned in closer, brushing her lips near his ear.

"But mine? She's legendary for it."

Then she rolled her hips in a circular motion, twisting her body just enough to grind him against her most sensitive spots.

Claude's breath caught—his grip on her tightened.

"Fuck…"

"OHH!! AHHH!!! AHHH!!! Finally my pussy is filled with yours only!"

Sabine moaned in response, throwing her head back, her hair cascading like silk as she began to ride him faster, letting the tension build with every bounce of her hips.

Her moans grew louder, lewder, her breasts bouncing in rhythm as her slick heat clamped tighter around his cock.

"Ahhh~ Your Majesty's cock… it's driving me crazy," she whimpered, voice trembling. "I can feel it twitching inside me. Is it that good?"

Claude didn't answer. He was too busy watching her come undone above him, too absorbed in the way her body worshipped his, molded to his every thrust like it was meant to take nothing else.

And Sabine? She kept riding, chasing the high, her moans echoing louder with each snap of her hips.

Claude's hands slid from her hips to her waist, gripping her tighter as Sabine increased her pace.

Her folds clung to him with every motion, soaked and desperate, her slick walls squeezed and massaged his cock.

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"You're insane…" Claude muttered. "Insanely good."

Sabine leaned forward, her breath was hot on his neck, her lips grazing just below his ear.

"Then lose your mind for me, Your Majesty," she purred, her voice a sultry weapon.

She ground her hips down hard, her slick folds swallowing him to the hilt, dragging a ragged groan from his throat as a jolt of unbearable ecstasy shot through him.

"Damn you..."

He snapped.

Claude surged upward as he flipped her beneath him in one swift motion. Sabine let out a gasp, her thighs clamping around his waist as instinct took over.

"You wanted to lead?" Claude growled, voice rough and strained, his cock twitching inside her.

"Then you should've known I'd take it back when I wanted."

Sabine smirked through her daze. "Then claim me. Show me who I belong to."

Claude didn't wait. He pulled out just enough to make her whimper—then slammed back in, hard.

"AHHH!!! NNGGHH!!!"

Her scream tore through the air, her back arching like a bow, nails sinking into his shoulders.

Her cunt clenched violently, gushing around him as he began thrusting—rough and fast.

His cock speared into her again and again, hitting every sensitive spot that made her moan louder, cry harder, beg without words.

"OHHH!!! YOUR MAJESTY!!! BREAK ME MOREE!!!"

She could only moan, feeling like she was on the verge of heaven.

"F-Fuck—Sabine," he groaned, his voice hoarse as her walls rippled around him with every thrust, milking him, driving him insane.

The sensation was just like she was cumming nonstop, her cunt milking his cock dry.

"YOUR MAJESTY!!! AHHH!! HHHNNGGHH!!! Your cock is perfect for me!!! FASTER!!"

Sabine cried out, her voice high and desperate, the coil inside her winding tight. She was close to climax and every time he drove into her, she couldn't stand the pleasure like an electric shock all over her body.

He leaned down, lips finding the crook of her neck, and bit—just enough to mark, to claim, to remind her she was his.

She gasped at the sharpness, her whole body tightening under him, and he felt it—her walls pulsing again, fluttering around him like a vice.

"So tight… you're going to cum, aren't you?" he whispered into her ear, his breath ragged against her skin.

Sabine whimpered, eyes fluttering shut, her voice trembling. "YESS!!! YESS!!! I'M GONNA CUM, YOUR MAJESTY!!!"

And then she shattered.

"NGHHH!!! CUMMINGGGHHH!!!"

Her orgasm tore through her—sudden and overwhelming. Her body arched, locked, and then trembled in his arms.

Her walls clamped down so fiercely that Claude cursed, losing control as pleasure burst through him like wildfire.

Her cunt milked him for everything he had as she cried out his name. Still, Claude kept going for a while longer, until he simply couldn't anymore.

Her pussy was just too good—too addicting. He didn't want to stop. But he remembered he still had two more women to pleasure tonight.

Even when Sabine was already a mess, able to only whimper beneath him, her muscles kept moving, still instinctively trapping his cock as if begging to be bred again.

"Ahh, fuck, I can't hold it anymore!" he hissed as he finally came inside her—thick and so much—just as Sabine came again with him.

After a while, his cock finally softened and slipped out from her. He tried to steady his breath and lay beside her for a moment.

Then he opened his eyes—realizing Evelyn and Rosetta were still being pleasured by the tentacles. He turned his head toward them.

The two were still moaning, their pussies flooding the sheets beneath them, their bodies twitching from overstimulation.

Rosetta had even fainted.

"Ahhh, forgot about you guys," he muttered, snapping his fingers. The tentacles vanished instantly, finally letting them rest.

"How long did I leave you with those tentacles? One, maybe two hours?" He sighed. "Well, let's continue this sex tomorrow... or whenever I have time."

With that, he lay back again, surrounded by the five women who had already fallen asleep.

One of the best days of his life as a king