Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 74: His Dream Widow*

Sophia had promised Claude that he could visit her chambers anytime he wanted—but she never expected him to come so soon.

Now, she found herself submerged in a scented bath, her body enveloped in warm water as the maids busily tended to her, scrubbing her skin with the finest oils and lotions.

The rich fragrance clung to her, making her skin impossibly soft—like silk.

Her heart pounded wildly, and she did her best to stay composed, but the words of one of her most trusted maids, Sera, only made things worse.

"Lady Sophia, you're truly fortunate to receive His Majesty's attention so soon! Be at your best, and perhaps you'll even give him an heir."

Sophia let out a breath before sinking further into the bath, until only half her face remained above water, bubbles slipping past her lips as nerves overtook her.

"Right?" another young maid chimed in enthusiastically.

"We must work extra hard to make sure you're at your most beautiful tonight so His Majesty is satisfied!"

"Good luck, my lady! Do your best!" Sera added with a teasing grin.

The bath lasted for over an hour as they pampered her endlessly. Once she was thoroughly cleansed, they carefully dried her long, flowing hair, brushing fragrant oils into every strand before dressing her in an outfit that left her speechless.

The gown was scandalous—a sheer, transparent fabric that barely concealed her undergarments, which were adorned with delicate gold chains and shimmering jewels.

The flimsy fabric struggled to contain her full curves, accentuating every detail of her figure.

Sophia looked like an exotic dancer.

And now, she was left alone in her chamber, accompanied only by the rapid thumping of her own heartbeat.

She had known Claude since he was a boy, back when she was still a close friend of his mother. But they had been separated when he was sixteen, and she hadn't seen him again until now—until he had grown into a powerful, mature king.

She shook her head, trying to push away her unease. 'No, I can't think like this… He saved me and Olivia when no one else would. Because of him, my daughter is still alive, even if her condition is worrisome.'

'But still…'

Her cheeks burned as an unbidden thought entered her mind—Claude was big. Not just in stature, but in every way. His broad shoulders, his strong hands, his long fingers…

Sophia swallowed hard, pressing a hand to her chest as she forced herself to take a deep breath.

Tonight was going to be a long night.

Sophia jolted when the door suddenly swung open. She quickly stood up from her bed, her hands clasped together in nervous anticipation.

Her eyes widened as she saw the figure entering the room. Claude, still wrapped in a thick robe, had clearly just returned from outside.

For a moment, she hesitated, unsure of what to do. Then, gathering her courage, she slowly approached him.

"Your Majesty... Uhh... I'm here to be your bed partner tonight," she said, her voice trembling.

She barely knew what she was saying as her hands, unsteady with nerves, reached for the sash of his robe. The heavy fabric dropped to the floor with a dull thud.

Claude caught her wrist and let out a low chuckle. "Why are you so nervous? Didn't you do this often when your husband was still alive?"

Sophia's cheeks burned red, her embarrassment reaching all the way to her ears.

"I-It's been a long time, Your Majesty... I've been a widow for over fifteen years."

"Ah, right. That doesn't mean you've become a virgin again, does it?" he teased, his smirk widening.

His gaze raked over her, slow and deliberate. "I like your attire tonight. It really shows off your sexiness."

She could feel the weight of his stare pressing down on her, making her too flustered to meet his eyes. Instead, she focused on the floor, her heart pounding in her chest.

"You're really eager to sleep with me, huh?" he mused before his patience wore thin.

Without warning, he hoisted her up like a sack and tossed her onto the bed.

"Y-Your Majesty! Calm down a bit!" she yelped, startled by his sudden movements.

Claude only grinned as he stripped off his shirt and removed the unnecessary accessories that signified his status.

"Don't worry, I'll still take my time with foreplay. I may enjoy destroying villages, but I'm surprisingly gentle in bed." He smirked.

"Though, some women do beg me to be rough with them."

Sophia swallowed hard as her gaze trailed over his rugged, muscular frame. Tentatively, she reached out, her fingers tracing over his defined abs.

Claude leaned in, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing slow kisses that sent a shudder through her body.

"So, Sophia," he murmured against her ear, his breath warm.

"Do you like it gentle… or harsh?"

His teeth grazed her earlobe before biting down lightly, making her whimper.

"Nghh~ Your Majesty... Do as you like. I'm all yours," she whispered.

She knew she had no choice—if she wanted to survive here, she needed to bear his children, she had to please him.

Claude's smirk deepened. His hands moved to her breasts, finding them already perky beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"Oh my, you're easy to please, aren't you? I like that," he mused.

He lowered his head, his mouth capturing one nipple as his fingers twisted the other. A sharp pleasure shot through her, making her arch her back.

"Ah! Your Majesty! Claude... Nghhh~"

Her breasts had always been sensitive, and the way he lavished attention on them sent waves of pleasure through her body.

Her fingers slid into his dark hair, gripping it as he continued his ministrations.

This—this was what he had dreamed of since the moment he first laid eyes on her. Her full, luscious breasts had captivated him for years.

He had imagined squeezing them, twisting them, sucking them until they leaked milk.

'Fuck, I'm so hard! My dream widow is finally mine!'

A growl rumbled in his throat as the arousal burned hotter inside him. His pants felt painfully tight.

With a wicked grin, he pressed his foot against her clothed pussy, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"Oh my Lord! Claude!" she cried out, her body responding instantly.

That place—untouched for so long—was now pulsating with need.

Claude finally pulled away from her breasts, wiping his mouth as he unbuckled his pants.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from freeweɓnovel.cѳm.

"Ahhh, finally… Now I can use these tits for something even better."