Giving Her Host The Most

It was well past midnight. Harry lay awake in the dark of his bedroom, his erection throbbing painfully under the sheets. His endowment was hugely swollen, stiff with thoughts of Molly, and every time he thought of her, he stroked it. Or every time he stroked it, he thought of her.

Finally, Harry realized he couldn’t keep going on like this. He couldn’t bring himself to come while he thought of his former apprentice. And yet, he couldn’t control himself; not without help.

Naked, his erection twitching in front of him, Harry slid out of bed and walked to his bedroom door. A cold shower was the only kind of shower he could take, so he might as well take advantage of that. Then he’d go back to sleep, if he could, counting this insomnia as having gotten his morning wash out of the way.

His dick continued to stand long and hard as he came down the stairs. He imagined the tightness of Molly’s pussy—virginal, or the next best thing to it, there was no way of knowing what experience she’d had in her wild teen days—and little droplets of precum ran down his cockhead.

Goddamn, the fucking I would give her if I could only fuck her, Harry thought as he passed the kitchen. Then the light in that room suddenly came on, freezing Harry in his tracks.

“Harry—I guess you are happy to see me.”

***

It had taken Lash a while to find Harry after coming back to life. She couldn’t help but learn about his circumstances on the way back to him. Warden, Winter Knight—obligations trapping and leashing him like they once had her.

But she knew she could help him fight his way clear of them. She wouldn’t let him lose sight of the light. And she wouldn’t use magic or trickery to take care of him. Only the tools he had chosen in dealing with her. Kindness. Consideration. Trust.

Then she saw him naked. Helplessly, Lash ogled the shocked wizard’s lean, muscular body. Her eyes were soon riveted to his hard cock. And Harry could only gape at her in disbelief while his cock pulsated, further demanding Lash’s attention, refusing to let her blight it from her mind.

“Lash,” Harry stammered embarrassedly. “What are you doing here? How are you not dead?”

“Harry, my old host—surely you’ve researched me enough to know there are any number of ways for me to still be alive. Even for me to have a body of my own. And now that I have one, I intend to take full advantage of my freedom.”

Then Lash cracked a flustered grin, realizing she still hadn’t taken her eyes completely off of Harry’s throbbing cock. But Harry couldn’t take his eyes off her either.

She’d dressed for the occasion, as always: a transparent, gossamer-thin negligee. It barely covered the lowermost curves of her ass, letting her long, shapely legs gleam in the light. Yet they were scarcely more exposed than her abundant breasts, which protruded almost through the enticingly clinging fabric, rising and falling with each deep breath, her thick red nipples on proud display between the colorlessness of the negligee and the creamy whiteness of Lash’s flesh.

Harry was staring at her tits. He couldn’t not. And his prick was throbbing harder than ever, jerking obscenely in the air, as if desperate to shoot out the big gobs of cum swelling his balls.

“Why is your cock so stiff, Harry?” Lash mewled softly. “Or does it not really matter… so long as it’s yours… and mine…?”

Lash felt her own cunt throbbing, trembling with the lust inside her. This, she realized, was the perfect chance to ease her way into Harry’s life. She surely couldn’t wait any longer. Over the past two days, it’d gotten to the point where all she’d thought about was fucking and sucking that cock.

It was penis envy, in a way. Now that she’d been so long out of Harry’s head and away from possession of that lengthy member, she wanted it and its pleasure back inside her. Only this time, she’d make damn sure Harry took advantage of having her, and that dick, to the fullest.

Lash walked up to Harry, her plump breasts jiggling with each strutting step. Boldly, she wrapped her hand around his big prick.

“Hell’s bells, Lash!”

“Do you like this, Harry?” she asked, pulling her gripping hand down the length of his cock. “Is this making your hard-on feel better?” She pushed her hand the other way, stroking Harry’s shaft down to his balls, making him feel her touch on every inch of his manhood. “Or would you rather I got down on my knees and sucked this big cock? After all, you’ve heard me talk for so long—you must be ready for my mouth to do something else.”