Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 120: Prepare For The Orgy!

'Damn, just imagining it is making me hard…' he thought. 'In times like this, I really wish I had two dicks like a snake.'

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" they said in unison, bowing slightly.

"Relax," Claude chuckled, his eyes trailing over their bodies.

"No need to be so formal. Most of you will be warming my bed and joining my harem before the night is over."

Of course, Claude had already planned a ranking system for his concubines.

Those capable of bearing A- to S-rank children would receive special treatment—private quarters, luxurious gifts, and titles.

The others? They'd serve those elite mothers as ladies-in-waiting.

"Now then," he said with a grin, "why don't you all introduce yourselves before we get started? It's a little lonely when we don't know each other, don't you think?"

The women giggled among themselves, cheeks flushed with excitement or shyness.

One of them stepped forward—a striking beauty with long red hair cascading down her back, wrapped in bold crimson lingerie that clung to her curves. Her golden eyes radiated confidence.

"My name is Rosetta Willow, Your Majesty," she said with a poised smile.

Claude tilted his head, slowly running his gaze from the top of her head to her feet, then back up again.

Definitely his type.

"I like your confidence," he said, slipping off his robe and tossing it aside.

"Now, ladies, why don't you help me take off the rest… and we'll continue our introductions in bed?"

Their soft laughter danced in the air, mingling with the scent of perfume and warm skin as they approached him to get closer, their eyes were full of adoration.

Since the king they could only see from far away now in front of them and they would be able to touch him.

Rosetta was the first to reach out, her fingers grazing his chest as she slid her hand under the edge of his tunic.

"May I, Your Majesty?" she asked, though her hands were already moving.

Claude smirked. "If you ask that sweetly, I might just let you do whatever you want."

The others giggled, encouraged by his teasing. Soon, warm hands were all over him—tugging at fabric, untying sashes, brushing over muscle with featherlight touches.

His tunic slid down his arms and was discarded, revealing his toned chest. He caught the eye of a curvy short hair brunette with shy violet eyes.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" he asked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek.

"E-Evelyne Lark," she murmured, her cheeks flushing pink.

"Evelyne," he repeated slowly, tasting her name like fine wine.

"I hope those delicate hands of yours are good at more than just undressing me."

He winked as he touched her waist, making her shudder, "Ah~ Your Majesty..."

"What a nice voice you have there." he teased her again which made her avoid his stare.

Claude then turned his attention to one of the women—tall, with dark long hair and purple eyes, with golden piercings and a sultry gaze—crouched beside him, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness.

"We've all heard stories about your stamina, Your Majesty," she purred, "but I prefer to confirm things myself."

Claude ran a hand through her hair as she pulled his pants lower. "A woman after my own heart," he murmured. "What's your name, temptress?"

"Sabine Wynn."

"Sabine," he repeated, savoring it. "You and I are going to get along very well."

As more layers were shed, the women became bolder—hands roaming, teasing touches brushing over his thighs and stomach.

Claude's arousal pulsed with every teasing touch, but he remained composed, savoring the power in their gazes—how their eyes clung to him with hunger, desire, and awe.

Especially when one of the women brushed her hand over the bulge beneath his underwear, her fingers lingering just a moment too long.

"This looks amazing, Your Majesty," she said with a bright, eager smile. "I can't wait to feel it inside me."

She was shorter than the others, her features soft and doll-like, with curly dark green hair that framed her face and sharp black eyes that devoured him.

Claude smirked, grabbing her chin and tilting it up. "What a naughty little thing you are," he murmured. "What's your name?"

"Vivi Hart, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice low and sultry, like a whispered promise.

Before he could respond, Rosetta stepped in again, her fingers returning to the waistband of his underwear.

She leaned close, her breath hot against his neck as she whispered, "Do you always let your lovers undress you like this?"

Claude grinned, tilting her chin up with two fingers.

"Only the beautiful ones," he said smoothly, letting his eyes roam across the five of them again.

"Which means I'm a very lucky man tonight."

With a final tug, the last of his clothes dropped to the floor. For a heartbeat, silence reigned as their eyes collectively dropped to his hardened length.

He could see some of them bite their lips and widen their eyes.

He chuckled, deep and confident. "I know, I know," he said, placing his hands on his hips with a cocky grin.

"It's impressive, isn't it?"

They giggled, blushing and murmuring to one another, like maidens glimpsing a forbidden relic.

Claude stepped forward slightly, his tone playful and commanding. "Now, now. Don't go fighting over who gets to ride first. We've got all night… and I am a very generous king."

Rosetta, ever bold, stepped forward and pressed her body against his. Her full breasts—barely restrained by her sheer red lingerie—molded against his chest.

Her voice was a purr in his ear. "Then allow us to show our appreciation, Your Majesty."

"Oh, please do," he whispered, as he guided them toward the bed.

"Tonight, I want to hear each of your names… screamed into the sheets."

The women laughed and squealed, their excitement palpable as they followed him to the bed like moths drawn to flame.

Claude laid himself down, arms wide, grinning like a god awaiting worship. They gathered around him, lingerie-clad bodies gleaming under the soft golden light.

One of the women crawled over him, slow and deliberate. Her dark grey hair cascaded like smoke over her shoulders, and her green eyes shimmered in the moonlight.

Claude's gaze locked on her lingerie—or what little of it there was. Thin silver ropes barely concealed her erect nipples and left nearly nothing to the imagination.

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"Oh?" he smirked, his eyes narrowing with interest.

"You're taking the lead, sweetheart?"

She straddled his chest, her bare pussy just inches from his face as she slowly squatted, her scent filling his senses.

"Yes, Your Majesty," she said, her voice velvet smooth. "My name is Freya Moretti. I'm a member of House Olvon—branch family."

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Please… take care of me."

Claude's smirk faltered for a brief moment. 'Freya Moretti?' That name wasn't on the list he'd given William.

His eyes narrowed slightly, hidden behind the playful grin. 'What the hell is Aldrich planning…?'

But even as suspicion flickered in the back of his mind, his hands slid up her thighs with slow, possessive heat.

If Aldrich wanted to play games, Claude would play them on his terms.

And right now, it began with Freya's moans.

***

"Father… did you really send Freya to His Majesty's chamber?"

Wren asked without looking up, flipping through the palace financial reports sprawled across his desk, helping his father's job.

Aldrich, in the middle of preparing tea, gave a casual hum. "Yes. That girl's been occupying this mansion far too long. No one else is willing to take her as a concubine or bride."

Wren frowned, finally pausing to glance at his father. "Isn't that an insult to His Majesty? Giving him someone the nobles have rejected?"

Aldrich shook his head and poured milk into the tea. "Naive boy," he muttered, walking over with a steaming cup. "Do you really think I sent her just for fun?"

With a sharp smack, he lightly hit Wren on the back of the head.

"I have reason to believe His Majesty has a particular… interest in daemons like Freya."

His voice dropped, and his eyes gleamed with something darker. A smirk curled at his lips.

"If he accepts her as a concubine, then everything falls right into place and my plan will finally work out!"

Aldrich let out a low, manic laugh, sipping his tea with satisfaction as he ended up choked by it.

Wren just sighed and returned to the report, muttering under his breath.

"Here we go again…"