Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 37: The Taste Of You**

Claude shook his head. His goal was to save his mother, to make her into his kind—that was why he needed to have sex with her.

Though, it felt like he was the MC in some hentai novel or something.

He then took off his pants carelessly. ’Ugh, stop being nervous! This is lame, you aren’t a virgin!’ he scolded himself.

’Well, I am still a virgin in this life but—damn! Focus, Claude!’

Taking a deep breath, he finally uncaged his dragon—a long and thick one too—as he positioned it in front of his mother’s pussy, that wet and tantalizing pussy.

"Claude..." Dalia, who realized what was happening, looked at him.

Her eyes were unreadable, but there was still hesitation in them.

So he said, "I need to do this to save you." He paused. "So, won’t you let me?"

He wasn’t sure what kind of expression he had, but it probably wasn’t a good one—desperation, determination, or maybe something else.

Dalia was confused. She never thought the day would come when she would have sex with her son. It was her son after all, the son she should protect and love.

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help it—her body felt good, it didn’t reject him. It craved him.

So she just nodded.

Claude smirked, all his hesitation gone.

"Okay, I will start then. This might feel uncomfortable, so tell me if you want me to stop."

Claude then thrust his penis slowly. The head was already inside her, and the moment he felt her warmth surrounding him, suffocating him, he nearly lost his mind.

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’Shit, this feels too good…’

"Hhhhngghh~" Dalia whimpered, making him pause in concern.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to continue?"

But she frowned, her cheeks red. "You… Don’t ask too much, just do it!"

It was the first time in his life his mother scolded him, and he just chuckled.

’So she likes it.’

Smirking, he thrust his cock in with one deep stroke, making her gasp sharply.

"AHHH!!!"

She bit her bottom lip, her body trembling. It had been more than ten years since she last had sex.

She had always refused Enzo, and after having Claude, Theo had lost interest in touching her.

So this was heaven for her. Pure pleasure coursing through her veins, making her head spin.

Her son cock is making her feel good.

"More…" she whispered. "Please move, Claude…"

Her body wriggled beneath him, trying to feel more of him, to urge him to ravage her properly.

"As you wish."

Claude smirked as he started moving slowly, savoring every inch of her tight, wet heat.

He kissed her neck, sucking on her soft skin, while his hands twisted her nipples, drawing moans out of her like a melody.

His body was in great pain, but god, his mother’s body was like heaven. Her pussy welcomed him eagerly, squeezing and clinging onto his cock as if wanting to milk him dry.

"Mother… I’ll move faster. I’ll make you cum again and again," he whispered in her ear, his voice husky with need.

She trembled, her nails digging into his back as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss.

Claude kissed her back, their tongues entangling in a sloppy, wet kiss, saliva mixing as it dripped down their chins.

Just like her pussy, her lips were eager, hungry, drowning in the pleasure only he could give her.

Dalia broke the kiss, her body trembling as she let out a sharp scream of pleasure.

"Aahhh!!! That spot again!!! Claude, please..." Her tear-filled eyes fluttered, making him lick his lips.

Obliging her plea, Claude tightened his grip on her hand and lifted her onto his lap. Now straddling him, she gasped as his cock sank deeper inside her.

"OHHH!!! GODDESS!!!"

She clung to his neck as she felt her pussy stretched around him. It felt like her son was molding her, marking her, making her his and his alone.

Claude groaned, his breath hitching at the way her warmth wrapped around him. She was impossibly tight, gripping him like she never wanted to let go.

Every movement sent shivers up his spine, pleasure tightening in his penia. His hands slid down to her waist, guiding her as he whispered, "Move, Mother. Move with me."

She nodded, rocking her hips, her slickness making it easy for them to find a rhythm.

His shaft kept hitting her good spot, making her whimper, and couldn’t help but keep craving more.

"HNNGG!!! You feel so good inside me, Claude!!!"

She couldn’t help but moaning and begging her son to keep going, this all making her brain mushy, making her couldn’t think straight.

Claude smirked, he was so happy as his mother was finally able to accept him fully.

Her body was soft, trembling against his, her silver hair bouncing as her unfocused eyes clouded with pleasure.

Claude clenched his jaw, feeling her walls tighten around him with every thrust. It was too good—too perfect.

He couldn’t stop himself from leaning in, taking her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

The way his mother arched into him, moaning his name so desperately, sent a surge of heat through his body.

Tonight he just wantes to fuck his mother until he couldn’t think of anything else but him, as she couldn’t touch any men but him.

He wanted to fuck her dumb and beautiful.

"AHHH!!! AHHH!!! CLAUDEEE!!! I’M GOING TO CUMM!!!" Dalia’s voice cracked, her walls fluttering around him as she reached her peak.

Claude groaned as his pleasure rushed to its peak, his body tensing. Her heat, her pulsing walls—it was overwhelming.

With one last deep thrust, he spilled inside her, his breath ragged as he filled her completely.

Then, the notification appeared.

[Ding!]

[Your semen has entered Dalia. Her transformation will begin soon.]

[Estimated transformation time: 3 days.]

Claude blinked, still catching his breath. "Wh-what? That long? She’d die before then."

[You can speed up the transformation by injecting more semen.]

[However, excessive amounts may have adverse effects.]

"Right… that’s an option," he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. "Oh well, I’ve got time."

He looked down at Dalia, still flushed and trembling, her sweat-slicked body warm beneath his hands. Smirking, he leaned down, kissing her gently.

"Ready for another round, Mother?"