Harry Incubus ch.5

Wanting to escape that hungry gaze before his erection tore a hole in his pants, Harry released himself and helped her load the large suitcase into the trunk. He discreetly adjusted the offensive bulge at his waist before standing in a public place. Her luggage was heavier than it looked, but he managed it easily and turned to offer the girl his hand, but she pushed him aside and pulled him closer.

"How can that bitch live surrounded by this creature and not rip your clothes off every minute?" she muttered.
"I... umm... what?" Harry's senses were in disarray. Every instinct urged him to take this divine creature here and now, but his rational mind sounded warnings with every impulse, leaving him frozen in place.

"I'm starving, handsome... starving."

"We can get you something to eat on the way," Harry said, seemingly settling the matter. Brightening up, the strange woman broke away a few seconds before he lost control. "I can't wait. I'm looking forward to it," she purred, sliding into the passenger seat. Not before she had taken her shawl off with a seductive arm movement, extending herself more than necessary, giving him a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt. Then she got up slowly and asked, "Should we find a hotel? Or do you mind the car? Because I can't wait to feel that hard cock in my mouth."

As she spoke, she moved closer, her hand gripping the hard cock snug against his waist, her white teeth biting into her lower lip, and her eyes heating up to crimson. Harry heard a gasp from behind but ignored it, fixating on her. "You don't expect me to satisfy this hunger on my own, do you?" she muttered, "Or maybe you want to watch before you force me to empty those essence-filled balls?"

"You can't park here, move!" shouted a crimson-faced police officer, his eyes futilely trying to avoid staring at the beauty lasciviously pressed against Harry in public.

"After some thought, I can't wait for the hotel," the girl purred, then winked at him and turned to slide into the passenger seat.

If Harry had been able to think clearly, he would have asked a dozen questions, but he wasn't sure if his decision would have been any different. At this moment, his balls ached, and desire had long overridden any sense. Running on pure adrenaline, he ended up in the driver's seat, shifting into gear.

The magnificent girl giggled and grabbed his hand as they pulled away, pressing against his side as he exited the terminal. She spoke rapidly in her accented voice, pointing out landmarks along the way, but he didn't register the words. Everything felt like a dream, and a small part of his body feared waking up at any moment.

Harry Potter had kissed girls before, but nothing had prepared him for the sensation of her soft lips against his, especially considering she had stolen a kiss as they were driving at sixty miles per hour on the highway. The hairs on his neck stood on end, not out of fear but arousal.

Electric energy surged through Harry as his cock strained in his pants. He felt like his balls would burst from the mere kiss, as every nerve in his body came to life. The girl's whimper snapped him out of his reverie and reminded him of where they were. He broke the kiss and focused again on the road.

However, the girl wasn't easily dissuaded; her hands dug into his shirt and chest as she pressed her hot lips against his neck.

"Don't just tease me with a taste, mi amore," she murmured, her breath tickling his sensitive neck. "Oh God," he sighed.

She slid her hand down to his thigh, her nails digging into his leg as he changed lanes. Desire welled up in him again, threatening collision as he tried to push her hand away. Shifting her hand to the side, he felt her fingers release his belt, then the cool body warming against his thigh as her hand slid inside and around the shaft of his cock.

"Holy shit, what are you... Oh God," Harry moaned as she leaned down low, releasing his cock with surprising ease before her mouth closed around the head.
The sensation quickly became too intense, and Harry felt his eyes closing as reality turned into bliss. With a willpower he didn't know existed, he slid his strong fingers into the thick, dark hair of the girl and with a firm grip, pulled her up to a standing position.

"Nghh!" Her lips twisted, and her tongue darted out as she broke free from his embrace.

"You'll kill us, darling," Harry growled. "Wait until we get off the highway."

"Then can I devour you?" she purred, her hand gripping his thigh while the other slid between her own. "I'll suck every drop of your potent essence and bathe in it." Her hips swayed, and her fingers moved up and down her thighs as she teased herself.

"You're quite the odd one, Blaise," Harry said, unable to suppress the growing smile on his face or keep his gaze on the road and off her enticing body.

"Not any more than others," she muttered. "I am Blaise Zabini III, Countess Trinacria."

"What?"

But the woman lost herself in her own world of pleasure, her nails digging into the fabric of his pants as her hips moved. Wondering whether he had died and gone to heaven or was still sleeping and dreaming, he took the first exit he came across. After a short drive through a residential neighborhood, they found themselves on the outskirts of town, and he quickly spotted an abandoned Catholic church and drove onto the weed-covered parking lot in the back.

When the girl raised her head, blinking her eyes, and saw the tilted cross on the tower, she burst into sharp laughter. "I like your style, Incubus. Spit in the faces of the Roman paladins!"

Before Harry could ask what on earth she meant, she threw herself onto the center console, and he found her perfect body in his arms. All thoughts fled his mind as a hungry desire consumed him. His balls were so sensitive they could explode at any moment, and he wasn't about to miss the opportunity to release them into this wonderful creature wherever she wanted.

The seat reclined backward as Harry Potter pulled on the lever, making space for a whirlwind of hungry hands and mouths trying to touch every inch of his body all at once. He had fooled around with a few girls at school, but he had never gone all the way. He had always been nervous and unsure around them, awkwardly wondering what they wanted from him when he fumbled.

Although this encounter was wild and sudden, when he held the girl's hands, he felt like he had control over her. She was desperate, and the slightest touch of his lips on her neck or the brush of his fingers on her cheek seemed to send her into euphoric heights. Harry couldn't believe his luck in finding a girl so easy to please and willing. He shifted onto the seat, pressing her against him as he removed the shawl wrapped around her torso.

"This is really happening," she breathed, stealing his words.

Dark eyes lifted to meet his, filled with emotions too strong for him to point out. Harry felt his own emotions swirling as he absorbed her beauty. He knew nothing about her, but her face resembled a porcelain doll, and her slender, buxom body beneath him would make any swimsuit model jealous.

Her grasping hands slackened and froze as he leaned against her hips and swept a thick, dark lock from her cheek. Her caramel skin was as smooth as marble and tingled to the touch. It was almost as if Harry could read her desires.

Always lusted after, she fell into the pattern of taking a man harder and faster than he could take her.

In this woman, there was hunger, an endless void. Harry couldn't tell what she desired – love, affection, or something less fleeting. But he was certain that he could satisfy her, slowing her down and making her savor every moment of their time together.

Confident, despite his lack of experience, Harry reached down and slipped his hand under her back. With two finger motions, he unclasped her top and undid her bra. The girl's eyes widened, and her powerful arms twitched, but he had no intention of rushing.

Lifting both hands from her waist, he pushed her clothing aside, revealing breasts surrounded by swollen pink areolas. As he looked, her small nipples puckered, hardening as his lips pressed against one and then the other. Blaise's pleasure-filled moan turned into a frustrated hiss as he held her wrists above her head. The steering wheel prevented him from going lower, but she spread her legs, allowing him to remove her stockings and panties. Slender legs glistened in the afternoon light, and her scent filled his head, floral and fresh. His hand slipped into the crevice between her thighs, and when his fingers found her wet folds, he pulled her closer.

Their lips found each other, and their fingers explored her. Seeking and finding every place that drove her to madness, the girl trembled in his arms within moments. However, he didn't let her reach the climax. Reading her, he could sense when she peaked too high and interrupted his measured movements on her clitoris.

Her body was a masterful instrument, and Harry discovered hidden talents within it. His own desires could only be held back for so long, so he hooked her slim legs over his shoulders and pressed the head of his cock against her dripping wetness. "Yes! Oh gods, Amica Mea!"

Harry watched as her abdomen tensed, and her pussy stretched around his girth, and then the hot embrace sucked him deep inside. Between the incredible tightness and the feeling of her firm body beneath him, he should have been lost in a world of pleasure, but his awareness of the moment was heightened.

Time stretched around them as his hands played with Blaise's body. He didn't try to satisfy his own hunger but instead sought out her most sensitive parts, which he massaged, teased, and intensified. What had started as a simple toy a few moments earlier had become more complex as new perspectives of her feminine desires opened up before him.

With a firm grip on Blaise's neck and an even firmer one on her ass, Harry Potter kept her on the edge of orgasm but still didn't let her come. His own climax was rapidly approaching, but he ignored it as best he could, engrossed in the task ahead.

Blaise's nails dug into his back, sweat beading on her forehead as he fucked her with quick thrusts, but the angle was odd with her back against the seat, and he couldn't reach the deepest parts of her. Placing his hand on the center console, he pulled her ass towards him and grinned as her eyes widened, her jaw slackened, and her tongue lolled out when his cock pressed against her cervix.

"You'll come for me," he breathed in her ear, and her firm ass filled his hand as he plunged into her again and again.

"Yes! All of it!" Her dark eyes found his, and her feeble hands clenched on both sides of his face. "Take me, Master! Release me from this curse!"