Giving Her Host The Most update

Harry held himself up on his arms and watched how Bianca’s tits bounced as she took his cock. Her nipples stood out, long and hard—hard as the fangs in her mouth. He liked the look of desire on her face, burning hot enough to make those fangs show with each breath pushed through her wet, parted lips.

“You want it now?”

Her eyes smoldered. She moaned with every meeting of their bodies. Her cunt was so wet that it slurped and sucked with his thrusts inside her.

“Yes!” Bianca gasped. “Let me have it! Come in me now!”

Lifting up her legs, she locked her ankles behind him. Harry ignored the cage he was in to piston into her sex with a series of rapid, powerful pumps. Within seconds, Bianca was groaning, gurgling, coming even before Harry joined her in orgasm. His breath rushing out of him as if in desperate fulfillment while he emptied his balls onto every inch of her quivering pussy.

***

“How’d you like to fuck?” Lash asked, gazing with curiosity at Helen Beckitt’s body in her partially opened robe.

Helen sat at the vanity, calmly brushing her long hair. She looked better since the infusion of erotic energy Lash had given her, finally replenishing some of the emptiness that had been around since Victor Sells’ orgies. Her features were still lean, but there was a fullness to her cheeks and body that spoke of the bloom of youth, the woman she had been before losing her daughter.

“Is that what Harry’s going to do with me? Pass me around his ragtag bunch of misfits?”

Lash casually ran her hand down the front of her tight bodysuit. “You should be so lucky. No, Harry’s gotten tired of rogues cluttering up Chicago’s nightlife. He wants to be sure practitioners like you answer to him, not float around waiting to cause trouble. If you want Marone dead, Dresden can deliver. But first, you’ll have to show him he can use you. And he doesn’t need anyone to make a rabbit come out of a hat.”

Helen was horny. Lash was much too much for her—she put Linda Randall to shame. Looked a little like her too, in fact. But she wouldn’t admit it and she wouldn’t give Lash the satisfaction of being broken in before Harry Dresden even deigned to see her.

She set the brush down and stood. “You’re telling me he needs me for sex? What’s wrong with you? Don’t know how to suck him off right?”

“We’ll see how good your mouth is soon enough,” Lash promised, and left the room in a strut too controlled to be a huff.

Helen waited until she heard the door shut and then went down to the living room. She put on some music, fixed a drink, and sat down to enjoy it. Two drinks later she heard a knock at the back door.

“What’s the matter, did you lose your key? Oh… hi.”

Harry Dresden stood on the porch with his mouth hanging open. Too late Helen remembered that she’d never gotten around to closing her robe.

She was about to do it when she saw the growing bulge inside of Harry’s swim trunks. Assuming he wasn’t keeping a thermos in them, that was the biggest cock she’d ever seen.

She let her robe stay open.

“I didn’t know you’d get here so soon,” she breathed.

“If I’d known you were here, I’d have gotten over a lot quicker,” Harry managed, lifting his eyes to hers. “Nice to see you again, Helen.”

“Yes. It is. You should think about letting me see you sometime, Harry. Drink?”

“It’s my whiskey, so why not?” Harry followed her into the living room. His prick was throbbing potently now. He readjusted it to be more comfortable, not caring that now the big cockhead and two inches of his length were up above the waistband of his bathing suit.

Helen saw it when she handed him his drink and her eyes nearly crossed drinking in the sight. “Is… is that magic?”

“Well, I’ve never had any complaints,” Harry said modestly, then reached out and ran his fingers through the thick blonde pelt that made up Helen’s pubic thatch. “How about you?”

Helen smiled. “No wonder Lashiel brought me here. She needed reinforcements.”

“I can assure you she doesn’t. But like a cat, she does bring me presents now and then.”

“And do you fuck all of her presents?”

“It’d be rude not to.”