Giving Her Host The Most update

Her lovers glutted themselves with her. Harry pounded Lash with slow, powerful thrusts; she got every inch before his hips stilled. They all shook with how much Lash took and how Harry gave it to her so firmly. Lash dropped her hands from Karrin’s chest and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s midsection, holding her close as she was racked with Harry’s love. Her fingers dug into the tender flesh of Karrin’s ass and her lips kissed indistinctly around Karrin’s belly button.

They all twisted and jerked in explosive fulfillment. Their bodies lunged together as orgasms consumed them all like a spreading wildfire—Karrin was helpless against the raw power of how hard they all needed to come and what they did to sate themselves. She burned and throbbed, taken over by the most immense satisfaction she could possibly imagine. Wave after wave of pleasure conquered her flesh. She pulled at the covers. She clawed at Lash’s hair down at her crotch.

“AAAEEIII!” she shrieked, watching Harry bite into Lash’s shoulder. “OOOHHHH!”

The two women shook with their final spasms, gasping and shuddering while they accepted what Harry was giving them. Finally they dropped into a confused tangle of arms and legs, skin and skin and skin.

“Mmmm,” Lash moaned. She traced the motion of Karrin’s heaving breasts with one hand, the slow-dwindling fervor of Harry’s erection with the other. “Mmmmm. You’re not going to go back to denying Harry anytime soon, are you Karrin? You’re going to let my host do that lots and lots. Keeping you nice and full of hot cum like that little cunt should be.”

She looked over at Harry and smiled lovingly. Karrin watched her tug at his cock to be sure his load had fully left him, then stroke his balls; the blonde leaned over and kissed Harry, then nestled her head against Lash’s breasts.

“Yeah, Lash, that’s right,” Karrin said hoarsely. “I suppose we must be dating, because I’m going to come over here whenever I’ve got a need and Harry had better do that to me again.”

“Have I ever let you down?” Harry asked weakly.

“Don’t start now that I’ve gotten used to you. And your other girlfriend.”

“It’s good to hear you’re getting along with Molly,” Lash said, an irrepressible, shit-stirring smile on her perfect face.

***

“Was that four thousand years’ of experience or five?” Harry asked, still hearing the squeal of tires as Karrin drove off.

“She would’ve found out eventually,” Lash reasoned. “And she’ll come around a lot sooner this way. Hell, you already had her in a menage a trois, my host. What’s a menage a quattro?”

“Not a word,” Harry pointed out to her as he went back inside.

Lash trailed after him like she was still in his head. “It used to be. Modern dating is just no fun… oh! You have bigger problems.”

Bianca was sitting in his front room, reading through a file that she had to have brought with her, because Harry’s filing system wasn’t nearly so neat. She wasn’t even bothering not to look like a vampire: dark clothes, milky white skin, jet black hair.

Harry sat down across from her and automatically tried to see into the shadows between her slightly spread legs. Her skirt lay loose across gossamer-smooth thighs, about halfway between her knees and groin. Harry knew she was putting herself on display—he also knew that with his power being what it was now, she couldn’t really stop him from stealing a peek at her. That turned them both on.

Lash cleared her throat, since Harry seemed content to sit there all day and enjoy fantasizing about having the kind of secretary who looked like Bianca sitting outside the boss’s office. “What are you doing here, vampiress?”

“I could ask you the same question,” Bianca returned, “but it’s perfectly obvious, now isn’t it? After years without selling, Harry’s suddenly on the market. As a long-time interested party, I’d be remiss not to be first in line. There’s bragging rights in being the first to take Natalie Portman’s cherry… once she’s legal.”

“You’re a little late,” Lash pointed out.

“Why? Has he forgotten how his staff works? Or has he just worked out all the kinks?”

Lash crossed her arms smugly. “Not all the kinks.”

Harry’s gaze moved upward. One nice thing about being a vampire: if they had good tits when they were eighteen, they had good tits forever. Bianca’s thin blouse clung to the shape of her hard nipples. As she swung the top half of her body around to face Lash, her knees spread apart a little and he confirmed that she was wearing nylons and a garter belt. The rivers of bare skin that ran between her stocking tops and her panties were breathtaking. He could make out the dark triangle of her pubic thatch through the thin white fabric that pretended to protect her virtue.