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Molly understood too. She was entirely unprepared for the whimper that birthed itself from her mouth. “I… Harry, now? This? Maybe we should do something a little—”

“Here. Now,” Harry said to her, going to her side. He reached down to her sex, lightly stroking what little hair had attached itself to her pinkened mons. “We shouldn’t have waited this long… put it off with foreplay after foreplay. Let’s stop wasting time. Let’s get to the real thing.”

“No, no… just eat me… you eat me and I’ll suck you—”

“Alright,” Harry shrugged. “If that’s the way you feel, Lash gets another turn.”

“You mean you won’t eat me out?” Molly demanded.

“We’ve done enough of that,” he told her. “My cock doesn’t want your mouth anymore. It wants to make you come.”

Molly bit her lip, rubbing at her tiny clit to try and get it to do what Harry wouldn’t. She was so hot, beads of sweat ran over her whole body.

“You’ve never turned me down before.”

“You’re making me look bad in front of Lash,” Harry retorted.

Molly stared both fearfully and respectfully at Harry’s towering cock. She did want it. She’d wanted it for a long time now. But why did Lash have to be here for this?

But then, she’d been here for a lot of what Lash had done. So maybe it didn’t spoil anything, having someone else there. Maybe Lash wanted to watch as much as she had…

“Alright… okay… just promise it won’t hurt too much?”

“I won’t hurt you,” Harry promised her. “I’ll make it feel so good for you, I promise.”

Lash laid back against the bed’s footboard. She had seen people fuck many times—two, three, four, whole sororities. But she wanted to see Harry do what he’d done to her and the prospect of him using his skill on this all but virgin flesh was perfectly enticing.

She watched as the girl rolled over onto her back and opened her legs. Showing her sweet cunt not just to Harry, but to Lash as well. What a delightful pussy, the demoness thought. But her body’s so light, so delicate. I wonder how Harry’s going to keep from hurting her, like he promised. He can be so rough when a girl’s being so soft…

“Remember to be gentle, my host. Just give her the tip of your cock at first… it’ll be more than enough for her.”

“I doubt that,” Harry said, coming down to his knees between Molly’s legs. “But I’ll start her off with just a little.”

And he stared at her body as if it were the first time he’d ever seen it.

Her pert breasts stood straight up, firm and young, even with her on her back. When Molly opened her legs, the tiny but plump lips of her sex opened to show off her bright pink insides, the bright little nubbin of her clit, and the gleaming shadow of arousal all along her gateway. It glistened more the longer she showed herself off.

Molly held out her arms to him. Harry swallowed hard, awed by what their flirtation had led to. She was a virgin, despite all her expertise. He was her first, even without all the fooling around.

Harry quaked with eagerness, wetness dotting the head of his cock as he crawled over her.

Molly tried not to move, not even to quiver. She was dying to know what he would feel like inside her, but she still thought he had to be too big for her, too much. It was her first real time with a man; it seemed wrong that he had so much for her on her very first attempt.

As he loomed over her, Molly reached down and grasped his cock in her hands. “Geez, Lash, didn’t you bring it down at all?”

“That’s how it is with wizards, hon,” Lash told her. “But don’t worry. Once you’ve stretched, it won’t feel so big. Or rather, you won’t feel so small.”

Molly didn’t know about that. With each passing moment, Harry’s dick felt bigger and harder in her hands. Wetness ran from his cockhead; she knew that was the seed that every ounce of his masculinity meant to breed her with. It was as natural and as overpowering as one season turning into another.

“Ready?” Harry asked her.

“God no,” Molly replied in a wavering voice. “But I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t get on this ride. C’mon, teacher-man… test me out.”