The Dresden Fucks update

“Come closer,” Harry ordered.

Lash came to stand before him, no longer able to finger herself, but applying her hand firmly to her sex. She was red-faced with excitement, embarrassment, the two mingled in her body as they fed on each other. The more excited she became, the more embarrassed she was. And the more embarrassed she was, the more excited she became.

“I think you want to be fucked, Lash,” he told her, pulling her down into his lap along with his massive erection. It pounded hard and heavy against her thigh.

“Yes, yes, I… fuck me!” Lash wailed.

Harry grinned. “All you had to do was ask.”

He pulled her unresisting body to his chest, relishing the heat of her, the sheer bodily warmth that promised a furnace inside her. Harry spared a moment to wonder if Lash was doing that consciously, still self-aware enough to project the perfect sensations of flesh and softness and even the giddy little breaths going through her to make him think she was really there, or if it was all a residual aspect of her ride-share with his mind that kept playing like a record even without the needle in its groove. But he quickly dismissed that as unimportant. All that mattered now was fitting his cock to her sex, then driving it up into her. 

“Oh, I… ohhh,” Lash breathed as he hitched deep into her cunt, then came back down, letting her stay impaled as she straddled his lap. 

Harry dug his hands into her soft flesh, simply enjoying the feel of her. How many times had she put fantasies of this moment in his head, making herself look too luscious for him to think of anything else? Now the fantasy was real. Her hot pussy felt amazing around his cock. He could feel her liquid arousal surrounding him, pouring down to wet his pubes, and he gripped her ass as he gave himself over to the maddening pleasure of driving himself into her.

The spell did its part. As he enjoyed the seamless fantasy of her body, his pleasure became hers, and Lash quivered with joy, with passion. She could not help riding his thrusts as they plundered into her.

“Hnnn! So deep in me!” Lash gasped.

Harry ran his hands up and down Lash’s smooth back, feeling the creamy sweetness of her perfect skin, the supple muscle that underlay her statuesque body, and then he pulled her into his face, burying his mouth in her glorious breasts. He bit and sucked and kissed, leaving Lash writhing, crying out “I can’t—can’t stand thiissss!”

Whatever resistance she had been trying to put up now broke irrevocably. Confused and blinded by lust, her self-imposed restrictions forgotten, she reached her limit and then was overloaded. The shock, the pleasure, the outrage of being thoroughly fucked by her own host thrilled her into ecstasy. Harry’s enjoyment of her breasts was the final straw.

“OOH!” Lash cried in rapture, surrendering all her pleasure to Harry.

Harry felt her come, her cunt throbbing all along his prick. She held to him in desperate need for more, her perfect body grinding to his, begging to give her womanhood to him in utter supplication. He felt the overheated pressure of her orgasmic cunt all the way up in his belly, and kept fucking her, kept pleasuring her through his own ejaculation, her breast against his mouth pounding with her heartbeat as he stretched out her climax for what felt like eons.

“Haaaary,” Lash moaned, twitching and rocking in delirious enjoyment until her mind could accept no more pleasure. Then she went limp, existing in a world of transcendent joy. The physical paradise of Harry coming inside her, the rush of his fluid into her, had become a strong feeling of love. He’d wanted to get her off as much as he wanted to fuck her. She appreciated the gesture just as much as the ingenious way he’d managed to master her.

In her encounters with men, she always had to take control, manipulate, anticipate and predict, in a way that left the animal bitch inside her ever unsatisfied. And the continuing manipulations that followed even the briefest session—how to hold him, how to be held, even how to breathe—it made it hard for her to be drenched with loving warmth as she was now. Harry had taken her pretenses away from her. She’d been all animal, all woman, with no thought of control for either him or her. And that had made the power of her ecstasy such that it felt like it could’ve snuffed out her very essence.

As awareness returned slowly to her body—Lash was aware of Harry still holding her in his lap, petting her as though in awe of the feel of her flesh—she considered that she did love her host. But in a more mature, deeper way than most mortals were capable of. She wanted him to be happy. To be happy was to have power. Not only personal power, but power over others, other females especially.

She could, of course, appear as any woman he desired, but he’d already made a conquest of her. For him to reach his full potential… to really take advantage of all his opportunities… she would have to help him take the blinders off. Win over all those girls he’d lusted over in the most literal sense. She’d give him anything, but that was no challenge. But dominating all the bitches of the Winter Court… that would be a feat worthy of her beloved magician.

They’d start small, though. A virgin. A virgin sacrifice, as it were.

“Kiss me,” she purred, “if you’re not going to fuck me anymore.”

Harry brought his face to hers, kissing her in a long, soulful crush of their bodies together. His tongue rushed between her lips and melted with her own. Lash tingled for him, rocking against his cock still half-hard inside her. Spasms of delicious sensuality shot through her, her passage shuddering in need of more. And he was growing again. Lash moaned happily. A cock that size would almost make her new mission too easy.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Oooo… how do you like my tits?” she asked, wrenching herself away from him to display her naked breasts to him.

Harry reached up to caress them, his fingers playing along her nipples with long-awaited enjoyment. “Everything I imagined,” he quipped. “You’re nothing but delicious. Everywhere I reach you’ve got another gorgeous curve. How the fuck do you come up with a body like that?”

“Spend a few thousand years categorizing the most beautiful features of the most beautiful women in history,” Lash sighed. “Use your own appreciation of the female form to figure out how to fit them all together so the body is greater than the sum of its parts. Then wait for a man who doesn’t even care about the body, because he wants what’s underneath it.”

In a flash she was gone—standing on the other side of his desk, wearing only stockings and high heels. On her clavicle, she now displayed a sexy little tattoo of a black widow spider that Harry had always fancied when he’d seen it on a girl who shared the same bus route as him, the CTA having busses too old for his magic to screw up worse than they already were.

Lash put her hands on her hips. “We have much lost time to make up for, my host. As long as you’re squatting in this hovel, why don’t we christen every room in it? You can fuck me anywhere.” She grinned in gleeful enjoyment of her own double entendre, turning away from him to show off her richly rounded ass. “Absolutely anywhere.”

Humming a siren’s song to herself, Lash wagged her hips as she walked away, Harry helpless not to follow her as she led him to the front door. There, she playfully tried the doorknob, which of course she couldn’t move.

“Oh. Can’t get out that way. Guess you have me trapped.”

“And I’m not letting you go.”

It was around this time that Molly came in, said “Oh, hey Harry,” closed the door behind her, then noticed that Harry’s erection was jutting out from his open fly. She dropped the groceries. Harry’s member was in proportion to his big frame, even a little oversized, the hardened length lined with blue veins that throbbed with his evident interest in her, and his excitement was becoming more pronounced with every passing second.

Not that Lash let Harry see any of this. To him, the door had never opened, and it was still just him and her.

“Say you want me,” Lash purred in her most irresistible voice.

“I want you,” Harry growled.

“I can see that!” Molly squeaked, averting her eyes and holding a hand in front of her face in case she was tempted to peek. She’d tried to seduce Harry, of course, thinking she had known what she was getting into, but—all her experience was with boys. Harry was a man. She’d had no idea what she was getting into, or rather, what was potentially getting into her. “I know I kinda threw this out there first, but—wow—you really come on strong, don’t you?”

Replacing Molly in Harry’s mind, Lash cavorted and hid herself with her hands, play-acting the skittish virgin that Molly was in real life. “Oh, Harry, I don’t know if I can take that big cock a second time. I barely survived the first time you made me come. Can’t we just cuddle?”

“Yeah, bitch, let’s cuddle,” he husked.

Molly watched as Harry stepped toward her. His cock wagged in front of him, bloated balls swinging underneath it with each move he made.

“Harry… maybe we should talk about this,” she muttered, though it was impossible for her to take her eyes off his cock as it got closer and closer, a bayonet leading the charge that she just had to surrender to.

Now Harry was nibbling on Molly’s ear, blowing his hot breath down her neck, squeezing her full breasts in place of Lash’s. Molly was uncomfortably aroused—embarrassed, not having wholly shed being out in public. She was getting felt up right on the doorstep of Harry’s place. He wasn’t even taking her to the bed… he might do her right here!

And a part of Molly hated to admit it, but it was turning her on. She didn’t want flowers and kisses and long candlelit dinners. She wanted the darkness and the danger that Harry had always represented growing up. She’d fantasized about him taking her like this, just one day ripping her clothes off and fucking her because he simply could not resist her body anymore. There was a reason she dressed like a total skank most days and it wasn’t because Chicago was the warmest city ever. But the reality was so sordid. She felt kinda cheap.

But she didn’t not like feeling cheap.

As long as he didn’t try to go any further. Molly might have thrown herself at him once, but she still had some self-respect, and if Harry wanted to do a complete one-eighty and go from zero to sixty in two seconds… Well, that merited at least one flower!

But she’d take a little harmless petting, some playful kisses, just to give Harry a taste and show him that his patience would be rewarded, if he was serious—if he played his cards right. That wasn’t out of line, right? It wasn’t like Molly was cheating on someone. No, this just felt good. It was nice, having a handsome older man touching her as she was just now learning she liked to be touched, and satisfying as hell to think that she had turned him on this much all along.

But would he go further? That ten-inch cock seemed like a big hint. Molly wondered how far she should take it—how far she should go.

How much did she want to let him have? It was something she hadn’t actually considered; she’d never really thought she’d get this far after he’d literally splashed cold water on her. She saw nothing wrong with fooling around, but she didn’t want to be a slut. 

Should she let him put his hand inside her shirt and feel her bare breast? It seemed safer for him to fondle her through a bra, but this was one of the many days she hadn’t bothered with one. Maybe she could let him feel her cunt, or even go so far as to let him finger her. The more she let him do, the more aroused he’d be, the more he’d want from her. And she already wanted a lot from him. 

God, she wanted him to fuck her from her pussy to her ass. Maybe she could just give him a handjob? That would be satisfying, knowing that at least once she’d gotten Harry Dresden off. Plus, she thought she was pretty good at it? That was definitely the most she would do, if that.

But her pussy was wet now. Molly was scared of how wet her pussy was.

“N-no, Harry,” she whimpered. “I am b-being assertive and telling you that I’m going to jack you off, and that’s it, and if you want more, you’d better… you’d better…” She had no idea what the guy was supposed to do to get more. She’d usually done handjobs to make sure a guy’s cum wasn’t totally gross, and if it wasn’t, she moved onto blowjobs. Since most non-Harry guys couldn’t get it up after a cumshot, that usually meant another date, but Harry already took her out, cooked for her, and let her live under his roof. She was like some live-in sugar baby. And… oh God… Harry had decided to get his sugar daddy due. “You’d better not fuck me too hard,” she pleaded at last.

Harry heard none of it. He heard Lash.

“No, Harry,” Lash demurred with utter insincerity. Her eyes teased and goaded as they looked into Harry’s. “No, please don’t fuck my slutty demon brains out. Don’t make me come over and over again. Please. No. Don’t.”

“Enough with the tease act,” Harry said, grabbing his cock and stroking out a drop of precum. “I know you want it. You want to be fucked bad. Real bad.”

Molly’s lips parted breathily, appearing simply aroused on the outside, even though it was wasted on Lash. On the inside, Molly was being thrown about by her contrasting emotions. There was no denying that she was horny. And as Harry loomed over her, backing her against the unyielding door, Molly had to look at his prick. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if she could even fit his cockhead into her mouth. And thinking of his fat prick in her pussy made Molly shiver, not knowing if she was feeling fear or anticipation.

“You’re right, Harry,” Molly whispered. She gave into the urge to stare at Harry’s cock, following a glistening drop of precum as it fell to the floor. “I want it. I’m not as experienced as the girls you’ve probably been with. But I’ll try. I’ll do whatever you want.” She managed a shaky grin. “You can teach me?”

“I’m yours,” Lash said at the same time. “Take me, my host. Take my mouth and use it as the cock holster it is. Make me kneel and fuck my face. Force it down my throat until you’ve made room for it. Don’t stop. Slap me if I struggle. Show me why you’re my master.”

Harry put his hands on Molly’s head, her silky hair feeling glorious on his palms, and he pushed her downward. Molly obligingly knelt down until she was before his prick, its tip only inches from her red lips.

“It’s so big,” Molly moaned, wondering if Harry would feed it to her some special way, smuggle it into her throat when it seemed her mouth couldn’t open wide enough to take it.

“Suck it for your master,” Harry said, pressing Molly’s face to his cock.

“Yes,” Molly and Lash said together, and his cockhead went into their open lips.

Molly felt his engorged manhood spread her lips, prying them to their limit and instantly going to the warm recesses of her mouth. She was shocked by the sudden flavor of Harry’s cock—she’d never thought of how it would taste—but she loved it instantly, going for more, rubbing her tongue lightly against the clefted underside of Harry’s throbbing knob.

“Mmmmm,” Molly breathed, twisting her head to the side so his cockhead rubbed against the inside of her cheek.

“Don’t stop now,” Harry said, pushing his hips forward as he retained his iron grip on Molly’s head. “You’re taking all of it. I’m not coming until I’m in your gullet!”

He buried almost half of his length into Molly’s mouth before his glans were rubbing at the back of her throat. Instinctively, out of concern for his partner’s comfort, Harry paused to let her savor having her mouth stuffed with his cock. Lash looked up at him, her eyes challenging, darting up from his cock and then back down from his face in clear gesturing. Harry got the sense that she wanted him to shove it down her throat—to fuck her mouth as hard as he had her cunt—but before he could, Molly started bobbing her head on his cock.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and her pink tongue slid over his shaft, tracing the fat veins that defined his length. His cock grew even longer, reaching its full length and edging into Molly’s throat. She had to gag. Harry groaned as the opening to her throat seemed to milk his bulging cockhead.

“Tell me I’m your whore,” Lash purred, now right in Harry’s ear even as she sucked his cock. She could, of course, manifest as many ‘herselves’ as she wanted, which was something Harry would have to remember.

“You’re my whore!” Harry gritted out.

“Gkk! Gkk! GHK!” Molly sputtered, holding his helmet in her throat no matter how much she had to gurgle on it, while looking up into Harry’s face. 

Her succulent lips with their once-perfectly-applied make-up were now stretched broadly around Harry’s endowment. She could see herself in Harry’s eyes, her reflection in his irises totally obscene, but Molly realized she wanted that. She was tired of being the pastor’s daughter. She was ready to be her own woman. No, Harry’s woman. Harry’s whore, just like he’d said.

“That’s right, fuck my cock with your mouth. Get me off, baby. Show me why you deserve my prick.”

Used to obeying his instructions, Molly did exactly as Harry told her. She grasped his member in her hand and sucked hard as she stroked it. While she mouthed his cockhead with gluttonous abandon, her hand grew slick with her own saliva. 

“Eat my cock! Hnnnh! Take my fucking cum!”

Molly tightened her lips around his manhood, meeting his strokes with her bobbing head. His burgeoning cockhead slammed into her throat, making her gag, but she still took it. Then she tasted his cum. At first, she didn’t know what it was—she delighted in its flavor, then felt Harry yank her face right up to his fly, burying his prick down her throat.

“Yes!” Harry barked. “Fuck yes!”

She was aware of thickly warm fluid, like heated honey, pouring into her throat and down to her belly, coming from Harry’s cock in throbs and surged as his entire burning length jumped hard enough to rattle her teeth.

Harry leaned his head back and exhaled, enjoying the steady pump of his manhood as it delivered his seed into the deepest part of Molly’s belly, gulp by gulp.

“Very good, my host,” Lash moaned. “You really taught me a lesson there. But then, you’ve always been a good teacher. Just ask Molly.”

And Harry looked down to see his apprentice with his well-emptied cock halfway down her throat.