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Lash could sympathize with the girl’s nerves. It’d been a long time since the first time she’d taken a man to bed, but her beauty had almost always been intimidating. Even the most confident males needed a little soothing before they really believed that they were bedding her.

Harry wasn’t too pretty, but he was undeniably a virile and experienced man. An intoxicating combination of masculine passion and a certain tenderness that allowed him to hold back, to finetune his advances until they were just what would work best on his partner.

Lash’s first had simply climbed onboard and taken her; there was a modest amount of pain, but little pleasure or warmth to go with it. It’d taken some time for her to cultivate the instincts to make sex a properly enjoyable thing. It had been a man much like Harry who’d been right for her, fucking her perfectly, showing her how much bliss a hard prick could give a girl.

Harry would be that for Molly. He would fuck and satiate her. And Lash would show her how to get what she wanted, how to drive a man wild, how to enthrall him until he would willingly make himself her slave to satisfy her. When Harry and Molly came together, their sex would be a work of art. And Lash would share in it, creating it as much as enjoying it.

“Oh, that feels incredible, Molly!” Harry groaned.

The girl had worked back his foreskin and uncovered his angry red knob, gleaming with lust and spilling out tiny drops of precum like the whole weapon was swollen with it.

“Go ahead, my host,” Lash purred. “Use it on her. I know you’re too nice to really torture her, so you might as well give her what she’s craving.”

Harry took a deep breath and carefully pressed his cockhead against the top of her tiny slot.

He pushed gently.

“Don’t be rough, don’t be rough,” Molly panted.

Lash ran a hand through her hair. “Shhhhh,” she hummed. “You can trust Harry. He knows you don’t like it the way I do. Not yet. But I think soon you’ll find you can enjoy things much more intensely than they are now…”

Harry kept pushing, very slowly, feeling his tip separate her labia. He looked down at the pain contorting Molly’s face in tiny flickers—she shifted between fearing what the next inch of penetration would bring and needing more than the little he’d given her so far.

“Okay?” Harry asked her, nearly cooing with sympathy.

“Go ahead,” Molly keened. “I can take it… but slowly… please, go slow…”

“I’ll stop if it hurts too much,” Harry promised her, and started pushing into Molly all over again.

He felt her lips around him, then the walls of her sex convulsing with pleasure, closing suffocatingly around his tool. Her pussy was like a vise, demanding the very hardest of flesh to please her and refusing to allow it to leave once it had struck her fancy. She was clenching hard on Harry, making it an effort to force his way in.

“Please, Harry… please!” Molly cried, pained by the oversized intrusion, but not wanting it to stop at all. She’d never felt such things, not so deep, so far inside her that they were virtually a part of her.

“I can’t go any further,” Harry apologized, feeling the barrier they’d never dared to broach before now.

Lash sprouted a smile at their wholesomeness. Always caring so much about such little, intangible things. Or rather, things that could be made intangible.

Pressed up against Harry’s back, she reached past him to Molly, planting both hands on the girl’s midsection. Then, grunting, she moved to get it over with fast. She pulled hard on Molly while she forced Harry down with the weight of her body.

They came together, Harry’s cock going right through Molly’s virginity.

“OH GOD! IT’S ALL IN ME! YOU’VE FUCKING FUCKED ALL OF ME!” Molly shrieked.

Harry gaped, feeling his full length inside of Molly, enjoying the literally virgin territory that was now his conquest. He had totally entered, totally occupied, Molly’s wanting but inexperienced cunt.

“Are you hurt?” he huffed, holding back with sweaty effort, even when he wanted more than anything to begin rutting this wonderful sheath he’d taken for the first time.

Molly shook her head back and forth. “No, not hurt—for a second, maybe—but now—oh, Harry—there’s so much—and there’s more, isn’t there? Keep going! I really want whatever happens next!”