Giving Her Host The Most update

Wanting to make Lash feel even better, Molly reached under her chin and slipped two fingers deep into the other woman’s sex. The heat and wetness inside Lash surprised her. So did the impassioned response she got.

Lash nearly lifted off the bed, she was convulsing so hard from the fingers that fucked deep into her pussy. Molly could barely breathe. Her mouth was tight on Lash’s clit and labia, her face smeared with moisture, so much of it that it almost dripped off her. She had to inhale through her nostrils to breathe and the heaviness of the smell was intoxicating.

Her tongue was starting to ache after so much novel exercise, but she kept jabbing and tickling Lash’s clit as the succubus came closer and closer to the edge. There was no question of stopping now. Molly knew she could make Lash come and now that she knew, she had to do it.

She almost swooned with the expectation of feeling the other woman’s orgasm on her tongue and in her mouth. It was like a dam had broken inside her and all the appreciation for Lash’s body that there could ever be was now loose to fill her up. Molly was swept deeper and deeper into desire for Lash, clinging desperately to her thighs for support, her nose and mouth endlessly immersed in Lash’s wetness, trying to stay afloat in the inundation of her beauty.

She felt Lash tensing for the final time, her body rippling with one convulsion after another, and she knew Lash was about to come. Then, suddenly, Molly was orgasming too. Without even touching herself, she was pulled along by the explosion of pleasure in the other woman. Together they writhed their way through climaxes that left them both exhausted.

A long time later, Molly realized she was still on her knees between Lash’s motionless legs. Her face was sticky with Lash’s cream. The succubus’s pussy looked funny to her now, like she was seeing it for the first time.

What all had happened? She almost didn’t know. It seemed too enormous to fit into words.

But her legs were stiff as she climbed painstakingly to her feet. Lash was asleep. How could she lose consciousness in such an awkward pose? She had to be as flexible as a cat.

Molly lifted her up gently and rolled her more securely onto the bed. She pulled the comforter over Lash as much as she could. Lash mumbled something but had no real response. She curled herself into a ball under the offered shelter.

Molly laid down against Harry and let her own tiredness find her.

***

Karrin put together clothes until she ended up with what had to be the sexiest outfit she owned: a pair of skintight jeans, a thin blouse which she unbuttoned to show off her deep cleavage, and high heels. She had showered and washed her hair, then brushed it until it was like a soft glow about her face and shoulders.

She took a deep breath and seemed to hold it all the way to Harry’s home. There, she went in search of him.

Karrin wandered through the house, wanting to call his name, but it didn’t quite fit with the seduction she had planned. So she simply walked about until she saw him in the lawn, sitting on a lounge chair with a paperback in one hand and a beer can in the other.

As she walked out to Harry, she saw him look up from his book and lose a little of the beer he’d been drinking when he saw what she was wearing. Karrin smiled, pleased with his response. She deliberately swung her hips, the shape of her ass shown off by the clinging denim that covered it. By the time she reached Harry, he’d put his attention back on the book, feigning disinterest in her.

“Hold on,” he said, “I’m almost at the end of this chapter.”

He must not’ve expected her to go for that, because she stood next to him for a moment, silently observing. I’m a lucky girl, she thought to herself. He really is pretty handsome once you get used to him… tall… powerfully built… She felt hot just looking at him.

“Long chapter,” she purred, wondering if Harry’s feelings for her had changed and telling herself that of course they hadn’t.

Harry’s head whirled around, surprise covering his attractive face.

“I don’t like to skim.”

“Is that why you haven’t turned the page in a minute?”

“These paragraphs are really dense.”