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“Yours,” she said, still seeming so asleep that it might’ve been a dream.

“How much of that did you hear?” Harry asked.

“Harry… come to bed… my host,” she murmured, still apparently in her sleep, and while Harry couldn’t say he would usually get down on the carpet and sleep under a blanket with a woman who’d consented to the whole thing in her sleep… well, it’d been that kind of day.

“Mine,” he told her, as he took up position behind her, under the same blanket, feeling ridiculously protective of the tiny little thing she made of herself in her sleep.

“Mmmmm,” Lash yawned.

Unerringly she grabbed his hand and drew his arm around her body until he was cuddling up to her, cradling her in his larger form, and she felt what manhood Mab had left him with pressed up against her buttocks.

Lash let out another, more voluptuous snore and then burrowed into the pillow she’d made of her own arm… which Harry would’ve thought to be a pretty unflattering response to having a man’s appendage touching you, but hell, he’d found weirder things about her adorable.

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Lash awoke in a daze, disoriented and unable to see in the dark. She remembered—from the warm emptiness left behind in her sex—that she and Harry had just fucked.

The shadows came into focus as she became aware of Harry’s hand lightly touching her chest. Each breath pushed her tits out against his fingers, and with her awareness of their contact, her nipples perked up to better be felt.

Lash smiled to herself and reached over to cup Harry’s scrotum in her hand. It felt full once more. When she squeezed it, there was an answering pulse of growth in Harry’s manhood, scintillating along the buoyant curve of her ass where his groin met her body.

She let go of his sac and moved her hand delicately up to his limp, but potent member. She touched him gently, carefully, not wanting to awaken him to arousal, but merely get a good feel for this intimate portion of his anatomy that she’d wanted for so long, been denied access to. Now it was hers to familiarize herself with to her heart’s content.

Lash wondered when had been the last time she’d seen a man’s prick soft. She could remember, if she exerted herself, but off-hand, it didn’t spring to mind. Nobody went around naked in this day and age and when she wanted a man hard, she got him hard, well before clothes were shed. In addition to how she could make herself look, the way she carried herself, flaunted herself, teased and flirted, made her irresistible… to anyone but Harry when he had his mind set on rebuffing her.

She never stuck around after the deed had been done—there was nothing enjoyable to her about sharing a bed with someone, even if they’d pleased her. Then, as fate would have it, she had burst in on Harry while he was anything but flaccid. It had gilded a great deal of their reunion; she’d waited too long for this to want to waste any more time with negotiation.

And now that the dust had settled and she’d had Harry and they would continue to have each other for the foreseeable future, she ventured at his softness and his smallness, not fooled for a minute by how his cock had shrunken into limpness.

“Isn’t it something,” she whispered with a pleased smile, “what a surprise that thing is when it’s big and hard…”

His erection started to come to life then, as if yearning to impress her once more. It felt so soft and delicious, even more so when it was tingling with fresh life, that Lash wanted it in her mouth again before it was finished growing hard.

Uncaring where it had been previously, that she would taste herself or even Mab on it, Lash rearranged herself over Harry’s body, possessively rolling it onto its back, and then dropping her head to his groin and swallowing his entire length in one slightly sputtering gulp.

She had moved so quickly and so skillfully that Harry didn’t fully awaken until the maneuver was complete. Then he looked down, seeing and remembering the gorgeous creature set on pleasuring him, and he moaned happily with his erection burgeoning, as if seeking to fill all the warm sheath provided by Lash’s mouth and gullet.

A slight, tart flavor tinged her mouth, underlying the musky taste of old ejaculate and Harry’s own sweaty flesh, but Lash ignored it. Mab’d had her share of Harry. Perhaps she would want more and perhaps not, but for now, Harry was all hers and Lash meant to fully savor the joy of feeling his cock’s resurrection right between her lips.