Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 48: Eating Dalia’s Pussy*

Since morning, Dalia had been wandering through the unfamiliar luxury of the room, her fingers brushing nervously against the fine fabrics of her dress.

The expensive silk, the glittering jewelry — none of it felt like her. All she could think about was finding Claude, her son.

So when she finally saw him, the relief flooded her body — only to be replaced by something far more dangerous when his hands pulled her close, fingers roaming boldly across her curves.

His lips claimed hers without hesitation, his kiss deep and demanding, sending sparks down her spine.

His hands trailed lower, cupping her soft ass through the thin fabric, squeezing just hard enough to make her breath hitch and a soft moan slip past her lips.

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"Mmhh… Claude…" Her arms wrapped around his neck, her body pressing into his without resistance.

Every touch, every kiss, melted her hesitation into nothing.

"Do you want more, Mother?"

His voice was low, teasing, as his fingers slid to her corset, slowly loosening it until the dress slid from her shoulders, exposing her creamy skin and the swell of her breasts.

Dalia could only nod, her voice caught in her throat. His touch was addictive, his gaze devouring her like she was the most irresistible feast.

As if she wasn’t his mother, but his woman instead.

’Why does it feel so good when he touches me? Even when he is my son! Is it because I’ve never been wanted like this before?’

The thought disappeared the moment her dress pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but stockings and the faint shimmer of jewelry.

Claude’s eyes darkened, his restraint snapping.

In one swift move, he lifted her with ease, her bare skin pressed against his firm chest, before settling her down on the smooth surface of the round table.

"Do you have any idea…" His fingers traced down her body, from the valley between her breasts to the curve of her waist.

"…how sexy you are? How hard you make me just by breathing near me?"

His words burned into her ears, making her thighs tremble as slick love juices dripped from her pussy.

Before she could respond, his lips crashed against hers again, hungrier than before, tasting and claiming every inch of her mouth.

His hands found his mother’s breasts, fingers rolling and tugging at her sensitive nipples, making her back arch into his touch.

"Ahh… Claude…"

She moaned into the kiss, his mother’s voice was breathy and sweet, her hips shifting restlessly against the table.

The kiss grew sloppier, wetter — her inexperience showing in the way she chased his tongue, but Claude didn’t seem to care.

He devoured her all the same, drinking in her moans and gasps like they were the finest wine.

When they finally parted, Dalia was breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips swollen and glistening with their mingled saliva.

Her eyes, hazy with lust, lowered in shy submission — but the hunger in them couldn’t be hidden.

Claude’s gaze swept over her flushed body, the sight enough to make his cock throb painfully against his trousers.

"Mother… Do you want me to continue?" His voice was deep, thick with desire.

"Yes… please…" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I feel so hot…"

"Then beg." His wicked smirk sent a shiver down her spine.

"Beg me like a desperate bitch, and I’ll give you exactly what you want."

Dalia’s eyes widened at his filthy words, her heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears.

She didn’t expect that words would come out of her son’s mouth.

But instead of shame, a darker thrill coursed through her veins. The raw hunger in his crimson eyes held her captive — a predator ready to devour his prey.

Slowly, her trembling fingers drifted down her stomach, parting her thighs. Her other hand spread her slick folds, glistening with her arousal, exposing everything to him.

"Claude… please…" Her voice shook, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Please fuck me, your mother… ruin me… I need your cock so bad I can’t take it anymore…"

The sight of her, so vulnerable yet so shamelessly needy, sent a violent pulse through his cock.

His fingers dug into the edge of the table, his control fraying by the second.

"You’ll get exactly what you’re begging for, Mother," he growled, licking his lips.

Claude crouched between his mother’s trembling thighs, his fingers tracing along her slick, swollen vulva, the lightest touch making her shudder and moan, her breath catching in her throat.

"Hnnhhh… Claude, please…" Her voice was soft, trembling with desperation.

"Patience," he smirked, slipping two fingers inside her without warning.

Her slick warmth welcomed him instantly, coating his fingers with her thick juices.

But fingers weren’t enough for him. He wanted to taste her — all of her.

Leaning in, Claude withdrew his fingers, letting her juices glisten on his fingertips for a moment before his tongue darted out, licking up the sweet nectar dripping from her folds.

"Hmm… delicious," he muttered, his crimson eyes locked onto hers, dark with hunger.

"Let’s see how sweet you really are, Mother."

Without waiting for a reply, his mouth sealed over her cunt, his tongue plunging deep into her heat, hot and wet, curling inside her with teasing strokes.

"Claude—! That’s dirty… hnnnghh!"

Her thighs twitched, her hands reaching down to push him away, but the pleasure was already stealing her strength.

Claude’s tongue explored every inch of her, tracing her inner walls before dragging slowly up to circle her clit.

The combination of his soft lips and rough tongue left her trembling, her fingers tangling tightly in his dark hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

"Ooohhh! Claude! Even your tongue feels so good!"

Her voice was shameless, her hips bucking against his face as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

All of her reasoning was gone as she completely turned into a bitch.

The filthy, wet sounds of his tongue lapping at her, mixed with the lewd squelch of her juices, filled the room.

Claude’s face was soaked, but he didn’t care — he drank her down like the sweetest drink he’d ever tasted.

’Fuck… addictive,’ he thought, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants.

But he wasn’t done tormenting her yet. One hand slid up her trembling thigh, his fingers finding her sensitive clit.

He flicked it once — sharp and sudden — making her whole body jolt.

"Ahhh! That’s—!"

Her cry broke off into a helpless moan, her grip on his hair tightening until her knuckles turned white.

Claude grinned against her slit, tongue plunging back inside her while his fingers played mercilessly with her swollen clit — circling, pinching, flicking, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Her back arched, her toes curling tight, her body shaking violently as she climbed higher and higher.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Claude! I— I can’t! I’m—!"

He felt her walls start to convulse, her slick heat squeezing his tongue, her juices flowing even thicker.

"Cumming! I’m cumming!!!"

His mother’s scream echoed through the room as she came hard, her body writhing beneath him, her juices flooding his mouth.

Claude didn’t waste a drop, drinking her down greedily before finally pulling back, lips and chin glistening with her release.

He climbed over her trembling body, catching her lips in a deep, filthy kiss, letting her taste her cum as their tongues tangled.

The combination of her sweetness and his own desire sent fresh heat pooling low in her belly.

When they finally broke the kiss, Claude smirked down at her flushed, wrecked face.

"How does your own cum taste, Mother?"

She couldn’t answer — her breath was still ragged, her body trembling with aftershocks.

Sweat glistened on her skin, her nipples stiff, and her slick cunt still leaking her release onto the floor beneath her.

Claude stood, undoing his belt with one sharp tug, the sound sending a new shiver down her spine.

His cock sprang free — hard, thick, veins pulsing with need.

"But don’t worry, I will ruin you, Mother."

"I will make you think only about me and my cock alone," his voice was low and seductive, rubbing the swollen head against her soaked entrance, coating himself in her slickness.

"This is just the beginning."

"Yes! Yes please, Claude, please," she begged, her voice still trembling, "Fuck me, fuck your mom."

Dalia’s lips curled into a smile, she was ready for it, her son’s big hard cock that made her crazy as if her mind was fucked by it.

’Theo, I’m so sorry, I can’t protect him and act like he is our son anymore."

’I’m sorry for fucking our child, but I can’t hold it anymore, my pussy wanted it so much! He is just so good at it!’

"Ah… I’m the worst mother alive," she murmured as she could feel his cock thrust into her hole deep and hard, making all of her body tremble in pleasure.

"HHHNNNGGHHH!!! BIG! SO DEEP!!!"

She moan full of bliss, feeling that damned cock that wrecked her brain good.