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Harry’s tongue would’ve forced its way into Kim’s soft wet mouth if there’d been even a hint of resistance. As it was, his lips bruised hers mercilessly. His hand was no kinder. It went up her rib cage to cup the trembling fullness of her breasts. All she had on was her shirt; he didn’t feel any bra, anything underneath, just the soft yielding warmth. So pure and giving that it was practically melting in his fingers. Hell’s bells, what could you do with a woman like this except fuck her? And that’s what he would have to do. He’d fuck her until she screamed for mercy.

Locked against him, Kim kept her hand at his rising stiffness, feeling how it swelled obscenely, taking up space in his pants until it was like the fabric kept getting tighter and tighter. She hummed and quivered, feeling a heat from the man far in excess of anything she would expect from the Winter Knight. The muscles in his arms bunched like rocks settling after an avalanche and Kim cooed deep down, Lash not having to work hard to get into character. Her pussy was becoming a hot pulsation, so very much a way inside her, a sheath that was only fit for what burst forth from Harry’s loins.

Their tongues attacked each other, eyes shut against overbearing sun, hands seeing all they needed to see as they caressed and smoothed and molded. Harry’s hand went inside her shirt and wrapped around the magnificent swell of her breast. He trembled like a stallion, feeling it fill his hand, the nipple so stiff he could feel it thrumming as it tried to get even harder. She was like a bitch in heat, pure excitement in him and her. He squeezed the soft firm paleness of her breast; it resisted and gave in equal measure. He felt the raucous passion of her in how she quivered, eager and yet with an undercurrent of fear. So full of emotion and sensation that she thundered with it like a cloud bearing lightning.

With a muffled gasp, Kim reclaimed her lips from Harry’s possession and offered him her buzzingly erect nipple instead. “Oh God, suck me… suck me here!”

She jerked the hem of her shirt out of her pants and worked away the buttons that still held it shut, while Harry buried his head in her cleavage, his rapacious mouth quickly finding a hardened nipple to pull at. As his lips enclosed it, Kim screamed as much as her panting mouth was able.

“That’s it… oh yes… oh… baby… you’ve got me… you’re sucking me!”

He smelled her sweet perfume being buried under the heady scent of her sweat as her shirt came away from bare skin. More and more of Harry’s face now was on the soft pillow of her breast. His madly licking tongue, his moist lips, they were all around her tender nipple, all the little button felt. He heard everything he was doing translated into Kim’s groaning throat, becoming a lewd plea she could barely utter.

All an act, Harry knew—but it was just as easy to forget that as to remember it.

It was a good act, too. One that had him feeling how bloated his balls were, how they ached with the roiling cum inside them while his pounding erection felt like it was bent double inside his pants. He had to go through with this. There was no stopping now.

Forgive me, Kim. I really should’ve done this while you were alive. But this will have to count.

Kim’s head fell back as her hands pulled harder at Harry, like she wanted more of her feverishly trembling flesh in his mouth. She felt the shockwaves of his pleasuring dropping down through her rippling belly, down into her loins. Her clit reverberated with eagerness; she knew he’d be sucking that as hard as he was her nipple. His mouth burned around her nipple! It sucked viciously, wanting all of her!

Her hands went to his belt, undoing the buckle, working the leather out of its constraints. And all the while, Harry was still burrowing into her chest, touching all the skin he found with his licks, his sucks, his kisses. She felt his hot breath like a flame spreading over her.

“Oh God!” she cried. “Help me, Harry! I need your big, hard cock to help me!”

She sounded more than turned on; she sounded like she was begging. Her claws tore at his fly frantically. She needed what throbbed between them as much as he needed to give it to her.