Giving Her Host The Most update

Karrin stared at Lash, fumbling for words. She braced herself for anger. It was what she would feel if she caught another woman in bed with her man. But she didn’t read any of that in Lash. Instead, the other woman—assuming she wasn’t the other woman—was smiling warmly at her. She looked appreciatively over Karrin’s lithe body.

Karrin looked back, unable to keep consternation off her face when Lash unzipped her dress and began working her way free of it. The dress slipped softly, sensuously away from her like it was eager to expose her perfection.

The succubus stood before them in her bra and panties, her body slender and exquisitely formed. Karrin couldn’t help but notice how expensive her lingerie appeared. Just showing off her pantyhose was bragging about how much it cost. And yet, she took it all off like it was nothing. Slipping her panties down lean, tanned legs to make it clear the real worth was in the undressing, not in actually having the things on.

“Mmmmm, it’s good to be wearing a little less,” Lash trilled, now stretching luxuriously. “I don’t know how you humans stand it, wearing clothes and clothes and clothes for hours on end. Isn’t this so much better?”

Her breasts stood out lavishly, swelling taut and firm into her autoerotic caresses. Karrin felt jealous of her. She had a body that would shame a teenager, but she carried herself with the confidence of a supremely experienced woman. More than jealousy, though, Karrin was enthralled by the woman’s eerie beauty.

“Now you’ve had Harry all to yourself and you know the juice is worth the squeeze.” Lash smiled as she stepped to the bed. “It was very nice of me to let you go ahead without me, and now that’s going to pay off. You can still do whatever you want with my host, but I’m going to do whatever I want with you. And Harry… well, Harry’s just going to enjoy himself.”

Karrin’s jaw fell as low as it could go. This wasn’t at all how she’d seen this playing out. She tried to think of something to do, anything to do, but there was nothing in her playbook for this. All she seemed able to react with was lust and pleasure as Lash slipped under the covers with them.

She cupped Karrin’s breasts in her hand, kneading them softly and admiringly. Her hands were soft, gentle, and expert. They immediately seemed to know exactly how Karrin liked to be touched—or maybe the way Karrin liked to be touched was just exactly how Lash touched people.

“I’ve always wondered how good you’d be with a woman,” Lash cooed. “From the times Harry’s thought of you, you’d obviously be a hell of a fuck for any man. Now let’s see if you’re as much fun to play with as you are to look at.”

Karrin’s nipples were hard again. Lash’s skilled fingers worked at the flesh of her bust until each breast felt like it couldn’t get more swollen. The nerves that strained to cover all that engorged flesh glowed with sensitivity. Even after what had just happened with Harry, the wild throb of a fuck that had gone and gone until it exploded, Karrin was heating up again. Her body responded to the fondling like it was on the same wavelength as what Harry had done, but a different beat, a new rhythm.

Lash sat over her, just above her head. She leaned down, bringing her mouth to Karrin’s breasts and letting her own proud tits come down into Karrin’s face. As her sensuous lips merged with one of Karrin’s nipples, Karrin reached up to grope Lash’s mammaries with both hands. Soon, she used her mouth for the play as well. Lash’s nipple was sweet; so was the other one. Karrin switched from one to the other like she was trying to figure out which was more delicious, more firm to the touch.

Lash’s nipples stiffened in Karrin’s mouth. She ran her tongue over them, finding out that her sweat was as exquisite as the rest of her. Lash’s tits quivered, each breath turning into a shudder. Karrin lapped and sucked and found that the decadent sight of Lash topless wasn’t half as good as the taste of Lash.

“You like that?” Lash cooed to her. “You like the taste? That’s why we’re such a good match. Our breasts all taste as good as they feel. So I’m not sure if I want to touch you or kiss you. Good thing I can do whatever I want with you—as long as my host says yes. You don’t think he’s going to say no, do you?”