Giving Her Host The Most update

The sight of it was arousing her. Molly felt ashamed of that for a moment, like she was being unfaithful to Harry, being a pervert, and she involuntarily drew away. Lash sat down again, taking Molly’s head in her hands. Molly found herself pressed against the luscious wetness of Lash’s cunt, kissing it, kissing her, by degrees. First, her lips simply touching the hotly perfumed flesh, but then—next—

“I…” she managed to mumble, and then she realized the kiss needed to deepen. This lust was inside her, however she felt about it, and the only thing to do with it was to express it, like Harry had shown her. Her tongue slid between her lips and touched itself tentatively to the very center of Lash’s sex.

A quake ran through Lash’s body. Her breath blew out of her in a hiss. Molly tried to turn her face away, afraid she’d done something wrong, but Lash was still holding onto her. The succubus stroked her hair reassuringly, pleasure in every trembling stroke of her hands, and Molly threw herself into the knowledge that she’d pleased Lash. Whatever she was doing, she was doing it right.

Her tongue came out again—however she was supposed to feel about this, maybe she would feel it this time—and made a long, full caress of Lash’s labia. She tasted Lash instead of just feeling the texture of her body. It was a flavor not unlike her own… and her own taste was something she had learned only just recently with Harry… and yet it wasn’t hers, it was Lash’s. Which was strangely gratifying to think about.

It was gratifying, too, to feel the tremor that greeted her every time her tongue returned to Lash’s body—her seething heat. Lash was so beautiful, so skilled and seductive, yet Molly could do this to her. And what was wrong with that? It was just one more kind of pleasure she could enjoy with Harry. He didn’t want her to refrain, so why should she? She should enjoy every kind of delight there was, anything she and Harry could share. It was just one more way they were a perfect match.

Molly thought of watching while Harry enjoyed another woman and the idea only thrilled her more. What was the point of jealousy? It only closed you off from the joy you could be experiencing.

Lash laid back on the bed, no longer bothering to lay one finger on Molly. She even stole a pillow from Harry to thrust under her hips, making them arch upward so that her legs barely brushed the mattress as they continued on to the edge of the bed.

From Molly’s perspective, her offered cunt completely dominated the view. Molly could not look away from it. Even if she tried, it always ended up in the corner of her eye, demanding her attention. Lash’s labia was open and it was so smooth inside, so pink and wet and shadowed… the limits of her sight leading deeper inside, to a place synonymous with Molly’s own womanhood.

She knew there was space for Harry inside Lash the same as there was inside her and the thought brought with it a kind of sisterhood. She saw the hard tip of Lash’s clit emerging from its hood and very nearly felt the pleasure that touching her own clit would bring. They were the same. In every way that counted, they were just so… girly.

“Love me.”

Lash’s quiet voice enthralled Molly. She rested her hands on Lash’s two thighs and held herself above the honeypot. When she lowered herself down, she also pressed Lash’s legs apart, and Molly saw the squirming frenzy of the succubus’s increased arousal, nestled within her groin like a fire waiting to be fed.

“Did you know Harry came inside me? You’ll be tasting both of us, girl. Showing you belong to both of us, as we belong to you.”

Feeling a heady sensation no drug could’ve ever brought, Molly placed her lips softly on the other woman’s sex. She tasted the heat and wetness that could be found in her own pussy and she was in awe.

Immediately, Lash began to write deliriously. Molly had trouble staying against her seething cunt, getting more of the taste of her. Her nose and cheeks were painted by Lash’s wetness as the succubus rutted frantically. Lash’s breath streamed through her clenched teeth and, looking up her quivering body, Molly saw that Lash’s hands were attacking her own tits.