Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 99: Aubree Is His Only**

Aubree's eyes widened as unbearable pleasure coursed through her, her body trembling, her core aching for release.

All she could do was whimper and beg, her voice breathless with desperation.

"Claude... please..." she gasped, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks.

Claude merely smirked, his grip on her ass possessive, claiming her as his. He squeezed harder, reveling in the way she shuddered beneath him.

His hips moved in slow thrusts, teasing her until she lost all composure.

"Nghhh!!!" she bit his shoulder, trying in vain to stifle her moans, her entire body burning with unbearable need.

Her cunt throbbed, so hot and sensitive that she knew the moment he picked up the pace, she'd lose it—screaming, breaking, surrendering completely.

"Talk," Claude commanded in a firm tone, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

The knight before them stiffened, nervous. "T-the slaves have been transported and should reach Elysium by evening..." he stammered, voice trembling.

"The teleportation circles set by the dark mages were a success."

Claude grinned, satisfied. Without another word, he thrust deeper, his pace quickening. Aubree's body jolted with each movement, her moans slipping free despite her best efforts to contain them.

"Hnngghh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!"

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It felt too good—too overwhelming. She no longer cared if the knight heard her, no longer cared about shame or propriety.

"You may leave now," Claude finally said, dismissing the knight, who wasted no time in bowing and fleeing the room.

His attention returned to Aubree, amusement in his gaze.

"He's gone now. You can scream as much as you want without biting my shoulder," he murmured, lifting her ass high.

Only the tip of his cock remained inside her before he slammed her back down, burying himself deep.

Aubree shrieked, her body convulsing, eyes rolling back.

"AAHH?!!! HAHHH!!! HNGGGG!!! CUMMINGGG!!!"

Her climax hit her hard, her pussy spasming around him, squirting as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

His shirt was drenched, his cock squeezed by the rhythmic pulsing of her tight, wet heat. Claude groaned, impatient, lifting her effortlessly as he began thrusting harder, faster.

"Shit!" he cursed, her pussy was unbearably good.

Aubree, still in the throes of orgasm, couldn't comprehend what was happening—only that the pleasure was maddening, bordering on pain, and yet she craved it.

She could do nothing but take it, letting him use her as he pleased like she was a sex toy, her mind drowning in euphoria.

"OHHH!!! CLAUDE!!! AMAZINGGG!!! I'LL BREAK!!! MY PUSSY!!!"

Her words were slurred, her brain turning to mush as Claude continued fucking her like she was his personal plaything.

She couldn't stop cumming, her body like a vibrating mess, convulsing uncontrollably as her juices splattered everywhere.

Claude cursed, his breath ragged. "Fuck! What a slut you are, Aubree. Is my cock better than that pathetic excuse of an ex-husband?" His voice dripped with arrogance as he slammed into her again.

"AAHHH!!! HNGG!! YESSS!!! YOU'RE THE BEST!!!"

She moaned uncontrollably, her body trembling, waves of ecstasy overtaking her over and over. She was lost to pleasure, her mind shattered beyond repair.

Claude chuckled darkly, grabbing her and tossing her onto the table. He kept fucking her, shaping her, molding her pussy to be his, marking her as his own.

His teeth sank into her breast, making her jolt, her back arching in response.

His other hand twisted and teased her other nipple, drawing more moans from her trembling lips. She clung to his shirt, barely able to form words.

"Haahhh!!! I'm going to fill you up, Aubree! Gonna make you mine—gonna get you pregnant!" he growled, the tight squeeze of her pussy pushing him to his limit.

She felt it too—her cunt tightening around him, milking him, pulling him deeper. He couldn't hold back any longer.

With one final, brutal thrust, he spilled deep inside her, his seed flooding her womb as thick, hot cum overflowed, dripping down her thighs.

"Hnggg!!! Cummm... I'm cumminggg..." Aubree's entire body convulsed with the final climax, trembling from the sheer intensity of it.

As the last waves of pleasure coursed through her, she felt drunk on the sensation, her body burning hot, her vision hazy.

The warmth of his release filled her completely, leaving her gasping, spent, and utterly ruined in his arms.

***

Aubree's eyes fluttered open, her body still heavy with exhaustion. The warmth surrounding her made her hesitate before looking up, already knowing who was holding her.

Her head tilted slightly, her gaze meeting Claude's serious expression as he worked, seemingly unbothered by their current position.

She was dressed again, yet the lingering heat between her legs made her face flush.

Claude was simply cradling her, letting her rest as he continued his tasks as if she were just another part of him.

"You're awake?" he asked, not looking away from his work.

Aubree nodded slowly, shifting to sit up. "Ugh... I should move—"

The moment she tried to stand, her legs gave out. She would have fallen if Claude hadn't caught her with ease. His grip was firm as he pulled her back against him.

"Careful," he murmured, smirking. "It's normal to be unsteady after cock my size."

Her face burned hotter. She buried it against his broad shoulder, unable to meet his gaze.

After a moment, Claude spoke again. "Can I ask something?"

Aubree hummed in response, still regaining her composure.

"Why do you seem so calm about your daughter being missing?"

His tone was curious, not accusatory, but there was an edge to his words—like he had been holding back this question for some time.

Aubree sighed softly, running a hand through her hair. "You know some witches have foresight, right?" she began.

"Mine is similar, but instead of visions, I can sense things. I can feel that my daughter is alive."

Claude leaned back slightly, considering her words.

"She's a crybaby and a coward," Aubree admitted with a nostalgic smile.

"But I always wanted her to learn independence. I know she's somewhere out there, surviving in her own way. So, I'm not in a rush. She's fine."

Claude chuckled. "That's odd. If my mother went missing for even an hour, I would've lost my mind."

Aubree smiled knowingly. "Dalia has a way of making people worry. She was sometimes reckless and easily got herself into trouble. I understand well what you felt."

Claude listened intently as she recounted memories of her daughter and Dalia, letting her words paint a picture of the past.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the forest, Aurelia clutched a knife in trembling hands, her breath uneven, her chest tight as unshed tears threatened to fall.

"Can you do it? Can you kill?" Rhys said unbothered.