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Harry groaned. He couldn’t help himself, his hips twitching, pumping his dick through her fingers. Lash felt her own irresistible compulsion—her pussy sopping wet already, dripping down to her thighs. She knelt on the floor, facing Harry’s length. Shamelessly, she ran his cockhead along her pretty face.

“Now it’s time for you to be inside me,” she purred, holding back how enthused she was with hunger for his cock. She wanted to continue playing the cool seductress.

She slid her hand to the base of Harry’s prick, holding it in place while she shoved her wide-open mouth down onto his knob. The spade-shaped crown pushed between her splayed lips, then to the back of her throat.

Lash kept going, even as she sputtered and gurgled around how she was fucking herself on his big erection. She slowed, actually going as slow as possible while the swollen knob probed past her tonsils and fucked its way into her gullet. She loved the feel of Harry’s rolling hips, restrained, but making no secret of how feverishly he wanted to claim all of her throat for his cock.

Lash closed her eyes, nostrils flaring as she struggled to breathe around the intruder taking up all the space in her throat. Her cheeks dimpled sharply as she sucked as hard as she could at what she’d barely managed to fit into her mouth. She slurped harder than ever on his erection, to the point of gagging. The noise foamed out of her throat, along with her anxious moans. She was so impatient for the taste of cum that it even surpassed her enjoyment of the taste of cock.

Harry rewarded her for her cocksucking. Precum slipped out of his glanshole and Lash swirled her tongue around his crown to lap it up. He trembled, gripping the back of Lash’s head as if to help her ensure she got all of his leaking precum.

Lash loved the taste of his stiff cock and every delicious thing it fed her. She puffed out her cheeks, then caved them in, sucking him hard for more. She put everything she had into relieving Harry’s throbbing erection—and into increasing his arousal even more.

Harry’s mouth dipped open at the feel of the immense suction of Lash’s mouth wrapped around his dick. Dazedly, he wondered if any of the Knights of the Cross knew that their arch-enemy could suck a man off like this.

Lash devoured his skyrocketing lust for her as if it were a fine wine, her lovely face reddened with how much effort she was working on his magnificent prick with. She knew—knew intimately—that Harry had considered taking advantage of having a literal dream girl living in his head, though he’d never gone through with it. Now, Lash was able to make that decision for him. And now, Harry was doing everything he’d ever thought of doing to his most willing sex slave.

“Take it, Lash!” Harry gripped her blonde head and pistoned his hips back and forth, demandingly pumping his burning cock through her throat. “Oh fuck… jack me off too! You want my cum, don’t you? You want my cum down your goddamn throat!”

Easing the strain on herself by drawing her lips back up his length, Lash replaced them with her hand. She pumped harshly, steadily, on the base of his prick—jacking him off into her mouth while she kept up sucking on his cockhead. Soon, it almost became as if her mouth and her hand were competing over his manhood.

Come, my host, come, Lash thought, and even as though their innermost thoughts were still entwined, Harry’s cock pulsed and jerked violently inside her ovaled lips.

“Hell’s bells, Lash! Fuck!” he groaned.

His hot seed burst forth, gushing across Lash’s lavishing tongue and flooding the inside of her mouth. Lash was swallowing even as she felt his cock surge, making his cum shoot down her throat like her gulping muscles were a part of the same power forcing Harry’s cream out of his cock.

God, Lash thought—if such an endearment were still permitted to her—his cum is the best I’ve ever tasted!

She bobbed her head on his spurting prick, pushing its girth even deeper into her throat while it kept coming. Lash denied herself the taste of his semen as it now flowed directly to her belly, but it was worth it to ensure she got all of his precious cum. Her hand continued its relentless rhythm on his length, turning and tugging to milk out all of the contents of his seething balls.

Finally, and only out of fear for how tender Harry’s member must be after such a supreme ejaculation, Lash dragged her wet lips off of his shaft, his crown, and finally—with a last pucker of her lips—from the tip of his cock. A dangling line of cum bridged her upper lip and his glanshole before she brought her tongue up and made sure to receive the last unexpected bonus from her blowjob. His cum tasted better than ever, now that she had all of it.

Lash spoke huskily, bringing her fingers up to rub into her skin the stray rivulets of cum that had trickled down her chin. “Well, Harry, what do you think of my cocksucking? Does your prick approve or do you cum that much for anyone whose mouth you fuck?”

Harry could only grin down at her. His cock was emptied of cum, but it still dripped with all the saliva she’d lavished it with. And it was still as hard as ever. The magic that coursed through Harry’s body was as good as burning hot blood in that regard.

Lash’s pussy flared heatedly itself. Modest as she was, she gave herself some credit for the lust she’d inspired in him. Harry may just have creamed her mouth, but his impressive healing factor now had him ready to give her needy cunt just as much cum.