Harry in the Hellmouth
By: Dasteiza
After a voluntary journey through the Veil of Death, Harry gets pulled to Sunnydale by the power of the Hellmouth. SMUT Lemons
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Buffy S., Harry P. - Chapters: 21 - Words: 51,187 - Reviews: 252 - Favs: 1,894 - Follows: 2,194 - Updated: Apr 25 - Published: Jun 11, 2021 - id: 13899601
Chapter 1
The silver blade spun between his fingers as he procrastinated. He doubted that there were many who would be eager to do what he was about to do. Taking a deep breath, Harry Potter placed the tip of the blade against his inner forearm and cut deeply. Hissing in pain, he kept his eyes open even though he desperately wanted to clench them shut. He dragged the razor-sharp blade down until he made a three-inch incision.
Placing the knife down on the table, he picked up what looked to be a matchbox. If one were to look closer, however, they would see that the box was made out of gold. Stuffing the box inside the incision was one of the most painful experiences that he had ever faced. Once inside, he performed a quick skin-knitting spell and closed up the wound. Looking it over, he could see the rectangular shape making his skin bulge. Wincing, he quickly tossed back a pain relief potion. If all went according to plan, then the pain and discomfort would only last for a few more minutes. Before doing what needed to be done, he took one last look at the picture by his side. Hermione Granger and the Weasleys looked back at him, smiling and waving from within the wizard photo. He smiled back. It had been over a hundred years since he had seen them last.
After the defeat of Voldemort, everything was great for a while. Harry lived life to the best of his ability, taking enjoyment wherever he could get it. He jumped from girl to girl, having one whirlwind romance after another. Things were great. At least it was until Hermione noticed that he stopped aging. At first, he didn't notice. He wasn't the type to constantly stare at himself in the mirror after all. After mentioning it, he took notice, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before others did as well. Hiding from the public eye, he allowed Hermione to do as many tests and experiments as she could. From what she could tell, the Basilisk venom in his blood was constantly destroying his cells while the Phoenix tears healed them just as fast. There was a perfect balance between the two. The end result was that he didn't appear to age, and he didn't get sick. She suspected that it activated in his early twenties when his body went through its final magical maturity. Harry was at least glad that he wasn't stuck looking like a twelve-year-old for god knows how long. Hermione couldn't be sure if he aged or not. Perhaps he did, but it was so slow that no one could actually tell. Either way, it was a problem for Harry.
After Voldemort, there was a very big taboo on anything having to do with immortality, and rightly so in his opinion. With no other choice, Harry had to leave the country behind and travel to places where nobody knew him. That was just what he did. He jumped from country to country, spending years soaking up the local cultures and learning a thing or two along the way.
Learning magic was one of his favorite past times when settling in a new area. If he couldn't be with the people that he considered family, then he would at least better himself in case his talents were ever needed. Thankfully, that never happened. They lived long, full lives, had children and grandchildren, and died peacefully. As sad as it was, he was happy for them. For him, things weren't working out as well. The magical world had somehow figured out that he hadn't died and was searching for him. He didn't know what they planned to do, but he wasn't going to wait and find out. He had long since given inheritances to Hermione, the Weasleys, and Teddy so that they could enjoy the money while still alive. Harry never lived extravagantly, so he didn't need much. Even so, after hundreds of years, he still built up quite a bit of gold. Using that money, he bribed an Unspeakable to hand over all information on the Veil of Death that the Department of Mysteries had. Harry had long since realized what it was. For some people, it was a sure death. For others, it was a gateway to something new.
Luna once heard the voices as well. Years ago, the spacey blonde had disappeared, never to be seen again. The only evidence was a note that she sent to Harry right before she disappeared. She never outright said it, but she hinted enough for him to figure out what she was talking about. Obviously, Harry never told anyone about it or the note. He simply told his friends to not worry about Luna.
When he had received the information, he poured over it night and day. Once he learned enough, he moved on to studying it. Sneaking in wasn't a problem. They still hadn't learned their lesson from when he and his friends had snuck in. After a few months of study, he felt that it was time, the government was getting close to finding him after all.
He knew enough about it to know that only his body could go through. Anything carried would either be lost or destroyed, he wasn't sure. Fortunately, he found a workaround. He found that he could hide something inside of him. That should ensure its safe passage. Unfortunately, he could take a bottomless bag or some other highly magical object. That may end up interfering with the passage. For that reason, he created a box that dampened the magic inside. Even so, he had to leave behind any powerfully magical objects. He sent his cloak to his godson's however many great-grandson who was nearing Hogwarts age, and he donated the rest of his objects to the school.
The box was made of wood and covered in a thin layer of gold with runes carved into it. It should allow him to carry a few magical objects. The box itself would be able to be shrunken and stored inside of his arm. That was the extent of the magical items that he could take. Having only around two square feet of space, he placed several bars of gold, a change of clothes since his would be destroyed, One dozen of the best wands that he had collected over the years, including the Elder Wand. One would think that the wands were incredibly magical, but that couldn't be further from the truth. There was a little magic to them, but they were much better suited to channeling and amplification. As such, he would have no problem taking them. He also brought a little bit of food, just in case, and his personal spellbook. The book held no magic of its own. It was just a notebook that he had been writing in for years. Whenever he came across a useful spell, ritual, or any other piece of magic, he would jot it down in his notebook. He simply wrote the incantation, a very short description, and any other useful information pertaining to the piece of magic. Over the years he had amassed quite a bit of useful magics in there. There was no way that he was willing to leave it behind. Sadly, the book was so large that it kept him from adding anything else to the box.
Once he had seen some Ministry officials poking around his area, he knew that it was time to go. That night he snuck into the Department of Mysteries and placed the box in his arm. With one last look at the photo, he took a deep breath and jumped headfirst into the Veil.
Immediately, he screamed as his clothes were burned from his body. The lights were flashing and strobing so brightly that he had to close his eyes or else risk a seizure. He felt himself tumble head over heels for god knows how long. It was a strange sensation to be sure. Beyond the pain of having his clothes atomized, there wasn't a whole lot of discomfort. There wasn't even any wind as he tumbled through space-time. The strange thing was that there were smells. He could smell rain and something that reminded him of Cho Chang. A brief pang of sadness hit him. He had really liked that girl. They had had a quick but passionate romance a few years after graduation. His thoughts on past girlfriends were put on hold when his body was jerked violently. Harry didn't know how he knew this, but perhaps it was because he had been studying magic for so long that he could instinctively understand it, much like how Dumbledore used to. He ended up in the right overall reality, but something was pulling him to a specific place. Whatever it was, it was magical and felt primal and very old. With a crack that sounded like a sonic boom, Harry tore through the fabric that separated realities. Opening his eyes, they immediately widened when he saw the ground coming closer and closer.
Using his limited repertoire of wandless magic, Harry cast a Cushioning Charm at the ground just before he hit it. Bouncing off the ground, he was tossed about fifteen feet in the air and to the side before he hit the grass hard.
"OOF!" Harry grunted as pain flared in his body. He could feel the telltale signs of some deep scrapes and bruises which he didn't need to worry too much about. He had faster than average healing so those would likely be gone by morning. Thankfully, no bones were broken, and he had all of his parts. When he tried to get up, he was hit with a severe case of nausea. His head spinning, he collapsed to his knees with his head down and breathing heavily. After a few seconds, the worst of the dizziness had passed, and he was able to stand back up. Thankfully there was a statue nearby that he was able to lean against as he got back to his feet.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Zander, Willow, Cordelia, and Oz were skulking around the graveyard waiting for a recent vampire victim to crawl out of his grave when they cried out and covered their ears. The boom was so loud that several cars in the general area had their alarms go off. Looking toward the direction that the sound had come from, they saw a flash of light up in the air before what looked like a human fell out of it. They couldn't see much more because a big, gaudy monument blocked their view.
"C'mon. Let's go check it out," Zander said, holding his wooden stake at the ready.
"I don't know," Willow replied worriedly. "That didn't look like a vampire to me. This seems more like a job for …" she said before going quiet.
"Buffy?" Zander finished.
"Well Buffy's gone," Cordelia added.
"How about we take a peek? If it looks like something that we can't handle, we bolt," Oz chimed in, standing by his girlfriend's side. The other three agreed and made their way to the disturbance.
It was only a few hundred feet before they found what had fallen from the sky. Immediately, Willow blushed a deep red and hid her face in her hands. Cordelia didn't bother. She took her time checking out the possible "threat". If one were to look, they would see that she was paying extra special attention to the area below his waist.
A very naked man was leaning heavily against a large statue of a weeping angel. They could see that his arms and legs were scraped up and he was sweating. Cordelia stared at the beads of sweat rolling down his hard, muscled chest and over his six-pack.
"You might want to avert your eyes," Zander said, annoyed at his girlfriend.
"Why?" she asked, as clueless as ever. Zander rolled his eyes.
"Hey, buddy! You okay?" he called out.
"Gonna need a minute," they heard him say in a clearly British accent.
"He sounds like Giles. Does Giles have a son that no one knew about?" Cordelia asked, finally removing her eyes from his naked form. They were kept from answering, however, when Willow screamed. The vampire that they had been waiting for had snuck up behind them and grabbed the young redhead.
"Willow!" Oz shouted, attacking the vampire only to get kicked in the gut.
Even through his daze, he heard the commotion and looked up. A redhead girl was being held from behind as a short boy fell to the ground hard, clutching his stomach. His eyes widened when he saw the demonic face of the creature that was holding the girl. As it opened its mouth, Harry saw a row of sharp teeth with two long fangs at each end. He immediately recognized it as a vampire, even though it looked different from the ones that he was used to. The vampire dipped its head to take a bite from the pale neck of the redheaded girl when Harry acted.
Hearing the screams from her friends, Harry used what little strength he had left to wandlessly summon the girl. She screamed out as she shot from the vampire's grip and smacked into Harry's chest. The vampire turned its sight to him before snarling. It charged just before Harry raised his hand once again and let loose a powerful Banishing Charm.
The Scooby gang watched helplessly as the vamp leaned down to drain Willow. Just then, she floated away and landed in the arms of the naked man. They watched as the vampire charged, intent on getting its revenge for having its meal stolen. What they didn't expect was for the man to raise his hand and fire off some kind of superpower. What looked like a shockwave hit the vampire and instantly turned him into dust. Not only that but several tombstones and statues were turned to rubble as the blast continued on before finally wearing out. They looked at him with widened eyes.
Willow was trembling as she pressed against her savior. Her hand was resting against his stomach. For a moment, she had lost her sense of self and just allowed herself to enjoy being close to an attractive man. The hand on his rock-hard stomach seemed to linger as she licked her lips. A throat clearing from a familiar voice brought her out of her panic-induced craze. Squeaking in shock, she jumped from his grasp and scuttled back to her boyfriend's side. She looked at him apologetically before turning back to her savior. She cried out as he collapsed to the ground and fell into unconsciousness.
Chapter 2
Harry groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He was still groggy despite feeling quite a bit better. The first thing that he noticed was that he was clothed. It was nothing much, just a t-shirt and sweatpants. The second thing that he noticed was that he was lying on what felt like a cot and that the light in the room was quite dim. The third thing that he noticed was that a middle-aged man was sitting in a chair not far from him while dozing off. The final thing that he noticed was that his hands and feet were chained to the cot. Before overreacting, he thought back to his arrival.
He remembered saving the girl then passing out. He had used his powers in front of them, so he guessed that they didn't know if he was good or bad. Obviously, they took him to someplace safer than a vampire-infested graveyard, for which he was grateful. They appeared to have taken the logical step of securing him before they could figure out if he was a threat or not. Not surprising, he thought. Still, he didn't want to wait around while chained to an uncomfortable cot. Using his magic, he unlocked his wrists and ankles from the shackles. The noise that he was making made the sleeping man shift around in his chair, but he didn't wake. Standing up, Harry stretched and stopped himself from groaning in pleasure as his bones popped. Feeling it would be rude to just leave without saying anything, Harry tapped the man on the shoulder.
Giles jerked awake when he felt someone poke at his shoulder. Taking a second to recover from his nap, he eventually set his sights on the mystery man that was no longer chained to the cot but standing tall before him. Gasping, he jumped to his feet and took a few steps back.
"Relax mate. I'm not gonna hurt you," Harry told him, holding his hands up in a non-threatening manner. "Harry Potter," he introduced himself.
"Oh … yes, well …" the man stammered before clearing his throat. "Rupert Giles," he finally returned the greeting. Harry nodded in recognition.
After introductions were made, they were able to sit down and hash everything out. Harry explained the hows and whys of his trip through the Veil, which fascinated Giles to no end. As the sun began to rise, Giles needed to get ready for work.
"No problem. Before I go, would you happen to have a razor blade or a very sharp knife?" Harry asked.
"I have a scalpel," Giles told him before grabbing his emergency medical kit. Being a Watcher in the Hellmouth, he needed to be prepared for every possibility. Injuries came with the job. He handed Harry the surgical instrument. He followed him to the kitchen sink.
"You may want to look away," Harry warned. Giles had been told about his box, but seeing was believing. When he didn't look away, Harry just shrugged and began cutting. Giles almost instantly turned green as a deep incision was made. Harry winced and ground his teeth as he opened up his arm once more. Dropping the blade into the sink, he slowly worked the box out of his flesh, slippery with blood. He quickly washed the box off before dropping it on the ground at his feet. Hitting it with the counterspell, the box began to grow before Giles's very eyes.
"Do me a favor and open it up. Grab one of the wands for me will you? Doesn't matter which," Harry asked, holding his bleeding arm over the sink so as to not get blood everywhere. He could have healed himself wandlessly, but wandless magic took more out of him, and he had just gotten back to near normal levels after his trip. He didn't want to push his luck just yet. Giles opened up his box and took a look inside. The gold bars were the first thing to capture his attention before moving on to the book. Finally, he spotted the group of wands and pulled one out. He had hoped to feel something when he took it into his hand, but sadly he felt nothing. Handing it over, he watched with bated breath as Harry ran the tip down the wound. Slowly the cut closed up and left behind nothing but a lot of blood. There wasn't even a scar. With another wave of his wand, he watched as the blood was siphoned up as if the wand were a vacuum. A moment later, Harry was left with a completely healed and clean arm. Sighing in relief, Harry thanked him. A slightly green Giles left to shower and get ready as Harry walked out of the door after promising to keep him posted.
Giles had explained to him that Sunnydale, California was the nexus of some kind of strange evil. Something called the Hellmouth was located in this town, leading to strange creatures and all sorts of evil plots. It sounded like his kind of town. He had decided to stay in Sunnydale, at least for the time being. He had hoped to meet this Slayer girl if she ever decided to come home, which remained to be seen.
Harry smiled as he walked down the street. He had only been to California once and enjoyed the weather. He found it strange that from his perspective, everything was over two hundred years in the past. It was oddly comforting. Snapping himself out of his nostalgia, he took stock of his situation. First, he needed a place to stay. For that, he needed money. Thankfully there were plenty of pawn shops willing to buy small bars of gold. The price of gold per ounce was garbage during the time that he was in, which he had discovered from Giles was 1998. With a few waves of his wand, the pawnshop employees didn't ask any questions or ask for any ID. After a few hours, he had sold what little gold that he was able to bring. His six one hundred ounce bars sold for around two hundred and fifty dollars an ounce, which still left plenty of profit for the pawnshops. In the end, he had one hundred and fifty thousand in cash. It wasn't anywhere close to his former wealth, but it was decent enough to start with. As a magic user, there were plenty of opportunities in the Hellmouth to earn an income.
He was thankful that he didn't need an ID for anything. He simply charmed a business card that he took from a sandwich shop that he had lunch in. By mid-afternoon, he was the proud owner of a pretty nice three-room apartment. He preferred to rent since he wasn't sure how long he would be staying in this area. That remained to be seen.
Harry in the Hellmouth
It was a few days later that Harry found himself walking down the street around lunchtime, kicking himself for not buying a car. Not expecting to see anyone that he knew, he was very surprised when he heard his name being yelled out.
"HARRY!" the female voice called out. Stopping, he turned around and looked for the source of the noise. He saw the redhead from the graveyard sitting on a blanket in front of what looked like a school having a picnic with her friends. She was waving frantically at him. Harry smiled and waved back. Seeing her waving him over, he walked the short distance to meet up with them.
He remembered the four teens from the graveyard, but he didn't remember the pretty blonde sitting with them. She was wearing a thin summer dress with a yellow cardigan over her shoulders. Her hair was pulled up into a bun on the top of her head. Harry still marveled at the fashions from the late '90s. It really took him back. The redhead, which he remembered was named Willow, got to her feet and bounced up to meet him.
"Hey! It's the naked guy!" the dark-haired boy exclaimed happily. Harry chuckled from that. From what Giles had said, this must have been Xander. The pretty, dark-haired girl was Cordelia and the short boy was OZ.
"Thankfully I'm nude no more," he responded to Xander. "It's nice to see you again, Willow," he greeted her. "Xander, Cordelia, Oz … it's good to see you as well," he turned to the blonde and Willow spoke up.
"Oh! Harry, this is Buffy Summers. Buffy, this is Harry, the boy who saved me," Willow introduced them. When their eyes locked, Harry smiled. She was pretty cute, he thought as she smiled back. Buffy wiped her hands off on her thighs before standing up and offering her hand.
"Anyone who saves Will is a friend of mine," she said happily as Harry took hold of her hand.
"Charmed," Harry smiled and kissed the back of her hand. As he did so, he sent a pulse of magic through his finger and up into her palm. Immediately, Buffy felt a wild tingle spread throughout her body. As the pulse hit her naughty areas, she gasped and wrenched her hand from his grip, blushing wildly.
"I wanted to thank you for saving me, and I was hoping that you would talk to me about the magic that you can do!" Willow carried on, not paying attention to Buffy's reaction. Cordelia on the other hand raised one of her perfect eyebrows. "Giles told us about some of the stuff that you talked about," she explained. "I hope you don't mind," she added nervously. He could see the others looking up at him from below.
"I don't mind at all. I told Giles that he could pass along my story. It saves me from having to tell it again. And as far as magic is concerned, I wouldn't mind telling you about it," he told the cute redhead. She smiled wide. Reaching into his pocket, he magicked up a card with his address and telephone number on it. Pulling it out, he handed it to her. "You can come over any time that you want. Any of you," he added.
He lucked at Buffy. "Buffy, it was nice meeting you. I hope that you come along with Willow. I'd love to hear about your Slayer powers," Harry told her. Still blushing, she nodded shyly, giving him one last look before he walked off.
Buffy was broken from her thoughts by Cordelia's annoying voice. "Earth to Buffy!" Buffy jumped in surprise before clearing her throat and trying to act normal. "What's with you?" Cordelia asked her.
"Umm … nothing. So Will, you said that he had strong, magical powers?" she asked, trying to act casual. When he had touched her, she felt some kind of power travel through her body. She had never felt anything like it. It was an incredibly pleasant feeling. A little too pleasant, perhaps. Quickly putting her cardigan back on, she wanted to hide her chest in case her hard nipples were poking through her dress. Not only that, but her panties were more than a little damp. She could still feel remnants of the power making her body tingle in the most wonderful of ways.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Buffy Summers was a girl on a mission. The previous day a new Slayer, Faith, had shown up to Sunnydale without even a how do you do. Since then, the nudity-loving Faith had done her best to take over her life. Both her friends and even her own mother were ga-ga over the new Slayer. It aggravated her to no end.
That very night, Faith had not only threatened her but also went crazy and beat a vampire senseless while she was outnumbered. That girl wasn't working with a full deck. This wasn't the only thing weighing on her mind. The dreams about Angel were really beginning to get to her. She wanted to rant and rave but had no one to talk to. It was late after a long night of patrolling, and her mom and friends were fast asleep. That was when she remembered the new guy and how it felt when he touched her. He was someone that she could talk to, and the best part was that since she hardly knew him, she didn't really care if she woke him up! Smiling to herself, she made her way to his apartment. Buffy had gotten a look at the card that he had given Willow. She remembered the complex and the room number. It was a brand new apartment building not too far from her house. Buffy made a beeline for it.
Twenty minutes later, Harry was woken up by knocking on his door. Since he didn't really know anyone besides the Slayer's gang, he figured that it was one of them. Perhaps there was trouble brewing. When he opened the door tiredly, he was met with an annoyed-looking Slayer.
"Okay … what the hell happened when you touched me?" was what popped out of her mouth when she saw him. His response annoyed her even more than she already was.
"Buffy! What a surprise. Would you like to come in?" she smirked, not even moving out of the way so that she could come in.
"Don't play coy with me. Just answer the question," she told him, bumping him out of the way as she strolled in. The living room didn't have a lot of furniture, just a large couch, and a tv. Buffy plopped down on the couch and waited. Harry sat down next to her.
She knew that Faith was lying, but at least she could get the truth out of this guy. "When I touched your hand, I sent a pulse of magic through you. How did it feel?" he asked, looking her in the eyes. Buffy's cheeks reddened.
"It felt incredible. Like every molecule in my body was vibrating in pleasure," she told him as she remembered it before realizing that she was being so honest. Blushing, she cleared her throat. Harry chuckled softly.
"I've been told that it feels good, but I didn't expect it to feel like that," he told her truthfully.
"Why do you think that it was so powerful with me?" Buffy wondered, looking around the apartment. Like the living room, the place was sparsely decorated. It wasn't surprising since he had just moved in.
"I'm guessing that my magic and your Slayer powers mixed together. That's the only explanation that I can think of," Harry told her. He could see her cheeks darken.
"Do it again," she said suddenly. When he raised an eyebrow, she quickly explained. "As a test. You know … to see if it happens again." Seeing him nod, she worked off her gray jacket and sat there in her white t-shirt. Holding out her arm, Harry took it in his hands.
Buffy shivered as his fingers gently slid down the underside of her forearm. She could feel tiny tendrils of magic latching onto her, making her tingle again. The longer he touched her, the more magic that he channeled into her. "How about I make it stronger?" he asked suddenly. Buffy bit her lower lip and nodded, desperately trying to hold back a moan. She could feel that her nipples were as hard as rocks, and her pussy was fluttering as his hand slid up and down her arm. Suddenly, her pussy contracted violently as his magic-infused itself in every inch of her body. She arched her back as she felt his hand slip underneath her shirt and play with her slim, smooth belly. She shuddered and spasmed as he nuzzled the side of her neck, his lips gently brushing against her delicate, sunkissed skin. She choked out a pleasured moan as her body began to relax after the most violent orgasm that she had ever experienced. Her panties and pants were absolutely soaked as she breathed in and out heavily. Turning her head, she came face to face with the handsome man. Suddenly, she realized how close she was and just what had happened.
Blushing fiercely, she quickly stood up, removing his warm hand from her belly before she moved to the door. "Got to go!" she squeaked out in embarrassment. As the door shut behind her, Harry smiled. Based on the intensity of the orgasm that she had just had, he guessed that he wouldn't have to wait very long before another late-night house call.
Chapter 3
Buffy was sitting in class daydreaming about what had happened nearly a week previous. The night that she had gone to Harry's apartment had been mind-blowing, if not a little embarrassing. Even now, she could still feel his power resonating with hers. Sadly, as the days went on, the residual energy within her had steadily declined until she could now barely feel it. Every night since then she went to bed thinking about the explosive orgasm that she had when he simply laid his hands on her. What would happen if she were to give him permission to go even further? The thought had her gasping quietly while the teacher rambled on about some unimportant topic.
She really needed to get herself in order. Her Watcher, Giles, had noticed how spacey that she had gotten in the week since. Even her friends were beginning to ask what was wrong. She couldn't help it though. The sensation was better and more addictive than any drug that she could imagine. One taste as she was already hooked. She had been doing her best to hold on and refrain from going to him. Buffy hoped that in time, the energy would flush from her system and she would be able to see him and treat him like just another guy friend. Unfortunately, her days and nights were spent thinking about his hands on her. Considering that she was the Slayer, she needed all of her wits when fighting the big bads that roamed in the night. Going without those wonderful orgasms may end up getting her killed. At least that was the excuse that she was telling herself.
"Buffy …" she suddenly realized that the teacher was talking to her. Some of her fellow students even turned in their chairs to look at her. Buffy flushed.
"Yes, ma'am?" she asked.
"I asked what year was the Scarlet Letter first published?" she replied, looking annoyed at having to repeat herself. Buffy kicked herself for not paying attention again.
"Ummm …"
She really needed to take care of her problems as soon as possible.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry happily signed the paperwork and handed over the stack of cash. He was now the proud owner of a 1998 Jeep Wrangler. While the MSRP was about fifteen thousand dollars, he talked the dealer down a few grand since he'd be paying cash. He was quite happy about his purchase. He could keep the top off and enjoy the beautiful weather that Southern California had to offer. The Jeep would be terrible during cold, frigid winters, but Harry didn't plan to settle any place where he had to dig himself out of his home every day during the winter.
Once everything was done, he hopped into his black Jeep and took off, enjoying the warm wind as it made his hair flutter. He spent an hour just driving around and enjoying his new life. He made sure to flirt with a few sexy ladies during his ride. He was beginning to get a bit backed up and would want some sexual relief soon. He had put it off for the time being seeing as he expected Buffy to come banging on his door again. It seemed that she was stronger than he realized. She was doing a very good job at holding out. Even when Willow arrived at his home to talk about magic, Buffy didn't escort her. Instead, the redhead brought Xander and Oz along. The reason that he was expecting her to come back was the fact that most girls did. He was told that the feeling of having his power course through their bodies was quite addicting. That didn't even take into consideration the fact that Buffy's reaction was much more intense than the average girl's. He didn't use his powers on girls very often, only when there was a reason. He chose to use it on Buffy to see how her power would react. He could tell that there was something old and primal in her. Perhaps that was why she reacted so intensely. Whatever primal force that was within her simply acted on instincts alone. He'd try to do some research later.
Besides rent and utilities, the Jeep was the first big purchase that he had made. He was trying to be smart with his limited savings. He still had plenty to live on, but it wouldn't last forever. He needed a way to earn money. Harry definitely didn't want to have a normal nine to five. That would be too boring for someone like him. He wanted to do something involving the paranormal that seemed to gravitate to Sunnydale. He'd seen a place called Uncle Bob's Magic Cabinet and thought about either buying it out or opening his own store that dealt in magic-related items. That, however, would have him sitting there in the shop for hours every day. Sure, he could always hire an employee, but he wasn't sure how much profit that there was in that type of business. Hiring an employee would severely cut into his limited profits. No, Harry decided that he'd open his own black market business. He wouldn't have a shop, just a secret warehouse that he could store his wares at. And what would he sell? Anything magical that was rare or valuable.
From what he'd heard from Giles and Willow, there were plenty of magical artifacts that were missing, not to mention the magical creatures whose parts could be used for spells, potions, and rituals. They had no value to him since he couldn't use this type of magic, but he could still profit from it.
Harry didn't have much inventory yet, so he wasn't officially "opening" his business to the public. He spent his time charming hundreds of catalogs that were connected to the Master Catalog. Once that was complete, Harry had stacks of catalogs that could self-update simply by having him update his own. When something was sold out, all the catalogs would change to show it. The same could be said when new stock was added or there were price changes. He'd get these into the hands of potential customers once he was ready to start doing business. First, he needed inventory.
The only thing that he had ready to sell was around twelve ounces of the dried, powdered tongue of a Skilosh demon, and around ten pints of its blood which was thick, slimy, and yellow-colored. He had taken it down a few days ago when he found it skulking around Sunnydale looking for a host to infect. The tongue and blood were the only things valuable from it. He burnt the rest. Once he had more items, he'd find a suitable place to store them. He didn't want his apartment overflowing with dangerous items.
It was later in the afternoon when a familiar pounding on his front door was heard. Harry smiled to himself. He'd bet anything that it was his favorite blonde Slayer coming over. Sure enough, when he opened the door, Buffy pushed her way into his apartment. He didn't even get a chance to say anything. Once the door closed, he was grabbed and kissed deeply.
Both of them moaned as he sucked on her warm tongue. Her arms were around his neck, and his hands slipped from her slim waist down to her tight bottom. Lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to his bedroom. Harry could feel the heat radiating off of her panty-covered pussy as her skirt moved aside. Placing her on the bed, he roughly tore her skirt right off of her sexy, teenage body. He was quite pleased that he didn't need to take it easy on her. With her strength, she could take anything that he threw at her.
Placing his hands on the insides of her thighs, he spread her legs apart. As he got his first glimpse of her panties, he pumped his magic directly into her incredibly soft skin. Buffy let out a loud, whorish moan as she arched her back. Harry could see the wet spot on her silky panties grow the longer that he used his magic on her. Her body began trembling violently, and she didn't protest when her tiny panties met the same fate as her skirt.
With a single pull, her panties were torn right off of her, exposing her wet, bald slit for his viewing pleasure. Buffy had a small patch of blonde hair that covered her mound, but other than that, she was completely smooth. With her legs still spread apart, he could see the beads of arousal rolling down her slit and coating her tight, puckered hole. Leaning down, he placed kisses all the way up her thigh and over her mound until his tongue was tickling her belly button.
"Please, more!" the Slayer cried out, begging for relief. With her strength, she easily pushed his head down until her wet pussy was pressed against his lips. Buffy's eyes nearly popped out of her head when his tongue touched her clit for the first time.
She had only been with Angel, and even then it was only once. She had never had oral attention focused on her naughty bits before. Judging from how she reacted, Harry was sure that she would be asking for it again. Her legs wrapped around his head, and she trapped him between her silky, smooth thighs. Harry was only slowly pushing his magic into her now. He didn't want to give her too much too fast. From her squeaks and squeals and from the way that she was grinding her naked pussy against his mouth, he would say that she was still having a good time. Her juices flooded his mouth and her scent surrounded him as he licked and slurped at her bare slit. As his tongue massaged her clit, he made sure to channel magic through it. Her bucking body told him that she enjoyed it immensely.
As much as he enjoyed giving her pleasure, Harry wanted some of his own. Using his magic to temporarily strengthen himself, he pried her legs open and began kissing up her body. It wasn't long before her tattered shirt and bra were tossed to the ground. Buffy's breasts weren't very large, just a handful, but that was plenty big enough for him. Her nipples were rock-hard and appeared to be very sensitive when he lightly bit down on them. Using his magic, the rest of their clothes and shoes disappeared and reappeared on the floor as he settled between her legs.
Buffy couldn't believe that she allowed things to go this far so soon, but she couldn't help herself. The moment that she saw him, she just acted without thinking. Now she was spreading her legs wide for him and inviting him inside of her. He quickly accepted the invitation and penetrated her with what had to be an enormous-sized cock. Buffy gripped his muscled arms tightly as she whimpered from the slight pain of being stretched so much. She could feel inch after inch of him slide down her silky, wet walls before the head of his cock battered against her cervix causing her to squeak in surprise. He gave one last kiss to each of her hard nipples before kissing her passionately on the lips. Accepting his tongue into her mouth, she too added hers into the mix just as his hips began moving.
Smirking into her mouth, he channeled magic straight through his cock and right into her g-spot which immediately caused her to break the kiss and scream.
Buffy's eyes widened considerably as her pussy clamped down on him. She could feel liquid pouring from her cunt as it fluttered and massaged his thrusting cock. She choked out a pathetic moan as she spasmed around him. Suddenly, she was flipped over and was now on top of him. Placing her hands on his chest, she rolled her hips to the best of her abilities. Whatever she was doing, he seemed to enjoy it. Her body was shaking uncontrollably as she continued to cum all over his cock. He had his hands on her hips before sliding up her body and pinching her hard nipples. Throwing her head back, Buffy screamed out in bliss as her pussy nearly choked the life out of his cock. Being pulled down, she was wrapped in his arms as she felt a sudden warmth fill her body. It was a few seconds before she gasped with the realization that he was cumming deep within her. He was holding her tightly and continued to thrust into her until he was completely spent. Once she was filled, he allowed her to roll off of him.
He watched as Buffy breathed heavily, her lovely chest rising and falling with each breath. Sweat was glistening on her perky tits as he looked her over. Seeing him, she blushed and used her arm to cover her naked chest.
"A little shy?" he teased. Before she could answer, however, she was flipped over and he had her ass up in the air. She looked over her shoulder to say something but was quieted by a hard slap on her bare bottom. Buffy buried her face in the bed and bit down on the sheets when his fat cock spread her lips apart again. It seemed that she had woken up a beast, and he wouldn't let her go until he was completely sated. She endured hours of fucking until finally, he dropped her off at her house. Buffy didn't know how she was going to patrol and slay vampires with shaky, unsteady legs, but it was a price that she was willing to pay as she sported the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.
Chapter 4
Harry wiped the sweat from his brow before going back to work on the stainless steel Mortuary table that he had bought. Some of the bolts were a bit loose and the wheels were a little squeaky. He had it placed in the back corner of his new warehouse. As soon as he rented the place, he made sure to Ward it to high heaven. With the number of creepy crawlies that sculked around Sunnydale, he'd be a fool not to.
The place was still mostly barren of merchandise, but he hoped to remedy that soon. He also planned to make a corner into a place that he could hang out. Maybe add a few couches, a tv, a mini-fridge, who knows?
The table was for rendering any creature that he killed into sellable parts. It was the same type of table that was used for embalming and autopsies, so it would be okay for his needed purpose.
"Can you believe it?!" Buffy ranted as she walked back and forth behind him. "Skankzilla didn't even bother to tell me about the pictures, then she doesn't think that I'm capable of becoming Prom Queen?!" she screeched in anger. "Me? I'll have you know that back in LA I was voted Prom Princess and the Fiesta Queen!"
Harry smiled and shook his head. High school drama was fun to watch when it wasn't happening to you.
"And Scott up and decides to dump me! Can you believe that?" she asked angrily.
"Actually I can. Weren't you coming over to my house practically every night to get your rocks off?" he asked, turning to her and smirking.
"Shut up! And besides, there aren't any emotions involved. It's purely to keep my energy and power at their highest levels. It's needed for my slaying duties," she huffed and hopped up and sat on his newly bought, used table.
"Forgive me. I didn't know that," Harry chuckled, tightening one last bolt. "And don't worry about that Scott guy. You have a much bigger destiny. He's probably destined to work the fryer at the Doublemeat Palace for the rest of his life. In the grand scheme of things, he's useless to you," Harry told her, wiping the grease from his hands onto his old jeans.
When he looked up, he could see that Buffy was sitting on his table with her smooth legs crossed. She was wearing a thin dress like she often did, showing off the soft subtle curves of her young body. Unable to help himself, he slowly pushed the hem of her dress up and over her knee. He didn't stop until most of her gorgeous thigh was exposed.
"And you talk about me jumping YOUR bones?" Buffy said with more than a little humor in her voice.
"You know what those little dresses do to me," Harry growled, leaning down and placing soft kisses on her knee.
"Why do you think I keep wearing them?" she gasped as his lips traveled further up her leg. When he was close to the junction of her leg, he was hit in the face with an intense smell of her arousal. Harry moaned in need.
"No panties?" he asked, gripping her hips tightly.
"Not when I'm with you," she shivered, opening her legs and showing off her wet, bald slit. He quickly buried his face up her dress and began licking the juices that were smeared all over her wet cunt. Soon, both her thighs were resting on his shoulders, and Buffy squeaked in surprise when he stood straight up, lifting her with him.
She grabbed the back of his head so that she wouldn't fall and gasped out loud when she accidentally pushed his mouth harder against her clit. Biting her lips sexily, she held onto his head while slowly starting to grind her hips. Her eyes fluttered and her nipples hardened the longer that her tight, little pussy was being rubbed against his warm, wet tongue. When he pressed his tongue hard against her engorged clit, he zapped her with his magic.
Buffy's eyes nearly bugged out, and she threw her head back and screamed so loud that it echoed throughout the metal warehouse. Her body was trembling and shaking so bad that she was surprised that she didn't fall right off of him. Removing one of her hands from his head, she used it to grope her dress-covered breasts and sensually toy with her hard nipples that were nearly bursting through the fabric. She wasn't even aware that he was moving until her back softly hit the wall of the warehouse. Gripping her underneath her thighs, he lifted her up until his tongue could reach her damp folds.
Buffy blushed and breathed in and out deeply as Harry slurped the wetness that clung to her delicate lips. Feeling his tongue slip inside of her, her pussy fluttered over his tongue as he licked her insides. Suddenly, he placed her back on her feet, making her whine in annoyance.
"Bend over," he commanded. She was happy to comply. Pressing her palms flat against the sheet metal walls, she bent at the waist until her ass was sticking out. She looked back as he flipped the skirt of her dress up and over her ass. Now exposed, she wiggled her bare ass back and forth as he took off his trousers. She kept her eyes glued to his magnificent girth as his boxers hit the floor. As his hand stroked it, she could see that it was hard and angry looking with veins bulging around the shaft. Turning back around, she placed her forehead against the cold metal of the wall just as he began pushing himself inside of her.
She let out a deep moan as his thick cock stretched her hole to its fullest. Inch after inch sank into her and produced a wet, squelching sound the deeper that he went. When his groin finally touched her cheeks, he held her waist tightly as he slowly started sawing his hips back and forth.
"Fuck me! You're so fucking tight, Buffy," Harry complimented her as he took pleasure from her body.
Buffy made sure that he knew that she was only using him for his body, which he seemed very happy about. Though she would never admit it, she very much enjoyed the closeness and intimacy between them. When it came to anything physical, there were no barriers between them. He could have her in any way that he wanted, and she could command him to take her in any way that she wanted. When he leaned in and began kissing her neck, she turned her head so that he could claim her lips instead. As his lips pressed against hers, one of his hands slipped underneath her dress and began rubbing her clit while his hips thrusting against her perky behind. Moaning into his mouth, she felt another hand reach down the top of her low-cut dress and grab her braless breast.
"Harder!" Buffy gasped out as he continued to fuck her. He did as she commanded and increased his tempo. Soon after, his hips were colliding so hard with her tight ass that a loud clapping sound nearly drowned out their moans. Dipping his fingers down to coat them in her arousal, he moved them back to her hard clit and began rolling it between his fingers.
"Oh, God! Harrrrry!" she squeaked as he pinched and pulled on the hard, little nub. Pulling out of her, he spun her around and lifted her up. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, she reached down and quickly gripped his arousal-slickened cock and stuffed it back inside of her. She didn't want to go a second longer without him inside of her.
Being held up by her bare ass, Buffy used his shoulders to help her bounce up and down, taking his cock completely and letting the thick head batter against her cervix. The naughty sensation had her pussy fluttering over his thick meat. The mewling and chittering that was escaping her lips were a bit embarrassing, but she couldn't help herself. It simply felt too good. Burying her face against his shoulder, her legs squeezed his waist tightly as she clamped down on him. Crying out in pleasure, she happily took his offering when she felt the warmth spread throughout her lower half. Holding her ass, he injected his cum deep inside of the bubbly blonde as she trembled and spasmed in his arms. When he was done filling her, he accepted the kiss that she offered. Pulling out of her, he carried her back to the table and sat her down on it. Breaking the kiss, she rested her forehead against his while they caught their breath.
"That was good," she gasped as she got her breathing under control.
"Definitely good," he agreed, kissing her again. Once they had come down from their postcoital bliss, Harry put his pants back on while Buffy arranged her dress and fluffed her messed-up hair.
"How do I look?" she asked, smiling and posing in a cute way. Seeing her in her dress had him hard again. He moved in and grabbed her ass. Unfortunately, she smacked his hands away.
"Sorry, but I don't have time for a twofer today," she smiled and grabbed her purse. Harry rolled his eyes.
"By the way, how would you feel about earning some spending cash?" Harry asked her before she left. He walked to his bookshelf and pulled out a book.
"Cash is always welcome," she perked up, walking next to him. She looked at the book. "Big Book of Demons," Buffy read. "Doesn't look old and musty like one of Giles's books."
"It's fairly new and wasn't printed to be sold on the open market. The guy who made it spent years researching demons. He's the one that sold the book and table to me. He's retiring and moving away from the Hellmouth. Can't really blame him," he explained.
"Anyway, I know you kill a lot of demons. Most of them can be rendered down for usable parts," Harry told her. "If you kill one, then contact me. I can bring it over here and take the valuable parts and burn the rest. I'll give you half of whatever it sells for."
"Really? That sounds great! Might as well earn a bit while keeping the town safe," she smiled while adjusting her top. Harry smiled and pulled her closer by her waist. He placed his finger on her neckline and pulled it down, creating a lovely view of her cleavage. She was about to rebuke him when he kissed her deeply.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry was out looking to fill his warehouse. He had come into contact with a man that was willing to sell his entire collection of old books that were centered around demonology, witchcraft, and the occult. Apparently, he had gotten himself into some trouble with the law offices of Wolfram and Hart and needed money quickly. As such, Harry had gotten a great deal on the entire collection. They would be delivered in the morning where he would pay in cash. From talking to the man, he had found out that the city of LA had just as much craziness as Sunnydale. He was glad to have found another hunting ground to further add to his catalog. Not only that but he was told that there was something prowling the sewers underneath the Hyperion Hotel.
Not wanting to miss his chance, Harry drove the short distance to the abandoned hotel that was built in the old Spanish style that seemed so prevalent in this area of the country. Since it was dark outside, he didn't need to worry about people seeing him drop down through an open manhole. Making sure to disillusion himself, Harry spent the next hour walking the damp, smelly tunnels until he finally heard animal-like sounds up ahead. Walking slowly so that he didn't make any noise, he crept closer and peeked his head around the bend. What appeared to be a nest of some sort was lit by some torches on the wall. Looking around, he could see the eaten remains of both animals and humans. The place reeked. Stopping himself from gagging at the stench, he got a good look at the demon.
The beast was sort of humanoid in look but was still clearly a demon. It had long ears that drooped downward and long, yellowed tusks that rose from each side of its mouth. Its skin was dark and grotesque-looking. Harry took a few steps back and found a hidden spot. He produced a weak light from the tip of his wand and opened a copy of the demon book that he had made smaller and flipped through until he had his answer. Drokken beast. It was a carnivorous demon that was native to the dimension Pylea. Its weakness was thromite, whatever the hell that was, but it could also be killed by a powerful blow. Nodding his head, he put his pocket-sized book away.
Harry crept back to his previous spot and made sure that the beast was still there. It was indeed sitting there feasting on something that Harry didn't want to identify. Conjuring a small cannonball, he levitated it before stepping into the open. Giving off a loud whistle, the beast's head immediately snapped up. It gave a loud, vicious bellow and immediately charged. Harry took aim and banished the cannonball away from him and right toward the Drokken. With a sickening crunch, the ball hit the dead center of its chest. It cried out before collapsing and sliding the next few feet. Harry could see the injured beast still wiggling around. Conjuring a sword, he walked up and stuck it through its head. The beast didn't move anymore. Tossing the sword aside, he got a better look at it. It was ugly as shit, he thought. Bending down and grabbing a stone, he turned it into a portkey and tossed it on the dead beast. He watched as it flashed away and hoped that it would land properly on the steel table. He didn't want to clean up demon drippings off of his nice, clean floor. With a twist, he too disappeared from the old sewer tunnels.
Chapter 5
"Thank god that you're here instead of Giles. I don't think that I could take another night of studying for the SATs," Buffy complained as she and Harry walked the largest graveyard in Sunnydale, patrolling for vampires or anything else that may be out looking to do some evil.
"Yeah. That sounds pretty horrible if I'm being honest," Harry replied, peeking his head into an abandoned tomb. Not seeing anything, he walked back toward his blonde friend.
"I don't even know why I'm bothering. I mean … with the whole Slayer thing, it's not like I'm going to have time to climb the corporate ladder," she sulked. "I barely have time to date."
Harry nodded. He had been thinking about the same thing. "Remember when I told you about earning money from the demons that you kill?" he asked.
Buffy nodded. "Yeah. That's great and all, but it's not like I run across them all that often. It's mostly just vampires that turn to dust. No money to be made there," she said, looking at him.
"Well … I've been thinking. Hopefully, by the time you graduate, I'll be doing well enough to bring you on as a partner. Of course, you don't have to. But if you find that college life isn't for you, then at least you'll have something to fall back on," he told her and laughed when she hugged him. He kissed the top of her head and took the time to smell her hair.
"Thanks. I'm sure it'll ease my mind knowing that I won't be forced to live on the streets if I screw up college," she smiled, kissing his cheek.
"Oh … and by the way. You're wrong about there being no money in vampires. Watch …," he told her. She watched as Harry snuck up on a vampire that was walking toward her. Before he could get close, Harry used his magic causing the vampire's arms and legs to snap together. The vamp fell to the ground like a wooden plank. Harry waved her over. Walking up to them, she saw Harry checking the vampire's pockets. He pulled out a small wad of cash from its pocket, and he even removed a gold ring and necklace as well. After he had frisked him thoroughly, Buffy put a stake through its heart. She coughed and waved the dust away from her face while Harry counted the money before handing her half. She counted her share.
"A hundred and twenty-three bucks!" she exclaimed happily. Now she could buy those shoes that her mom refused to pay for.
"No need for it to get dusted along with him. I'll sell the jewelry and give you half as well," Harry chuckled. "Let's see if we can get a few more before it gets too late," Harry told her, putting away his share. Buffy seemed much more eager to patrol now that there was a potential to get monetarily compensated.
When their night had ended, they had only found one other vampire that was freshly turned, if her soiled dress was anything to go by. She obviously didn't have any cash, but she was wearing a good amount of gold. Earrings, rings, bracelets, and a watch was added to their haul. Neither felt bad about taking the jewelry. It would go to waste, either way, so they might as well take it as compensation for doing the town a service. When it was time to go, Buffy kissed him goodnight after he apparated her home.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Reading the pawnshop guy's mind was fairly easy. He wasn't the brightest bloke, but he was good at getting unsuspecting customers to take way less than something was worth. That being said, the offer for the jewelry was laughably low. He was about to hex the smug son of a bitch when he spotted something on the sidewall. Putting it out of his mind, for now, Harry used a bit of magic to get him to agree to a more reasonable price. The guy would still make plenty of profit, so it was a win-win for both.
"What's that over there?" Harry asked the guy, pointing to a large, wooden trunk that had its lid open. Harry could see that it was filled with items that he was interested in.
"Just some old junk," he shook his head. "I paid a guy fifty bucks for the whole lot. It's been sitting here for nearly a year," he complained. "If you're interested, I'll let it go for an even hundred just to get it out of here," he went on.
"Deal," Harry stated quickly. Giving a hundred dollar bill from his portion of the jewelry money to the man, Harry grunted when he picked up the heavy chest. Adding some magic, he made it considerably lighter and easier to get to his Jeep.
Happy with how things went, he immediately drove back to his warehouse. It was getting to the point where he enjoyed being there more than his apartment. There was always something to do there. When he pulled into the driveway, he opened the warehouse door before lifting the bulky trunk into the air-conditioned building. After closing the doors to this Jeep and warehouse, he squatted down and examined the trunk itself. Immediately, he deduced that there was nothing magical or mystical about it. It was just a trunk. But it was nice and an antique. It was definitely worth more than he paid for the entire lot. Not needing a trunk like this, he immediately took a picture and put it on his catalog. Someone would buy it quickly. Magic users loved trunks like this. Opening it up, he began to look through the contents.
Antique tarot cards. Not worth a lot, but probably thirty or forty bucks. He added them to the catalog. A couple of old books about Wicca and nature magic. He'd see if he wanted to keep them, if not, then he'd add them. An old, dirty cloth with what looked like runes drawn into it. He immediately knew what it was. He was very thankful for the books that he bought on the subject of magical items. He knew what items were common and which items were legendary, and everything in between. Unfortunately, this one wasn't legendary. He couldn't remember the name, but it was used when demons buried other, respected demons after death. They weren't common but also not rare. It would sell fast for around three hundred and fifty bucks. The rest were just knick-knacks that wouldn't sell. He tossed those aside for the time being.
A few days previous, he had received a very large shipment of books, herbs, animal parts, and various magical items from a woman whose husband had been killed. He ran an actual magic shop which the wife had wanted nothing to do with. The whole mystical world really freaked her out. As such, she sold the entire stock to him for cheap. She just wanted it all gone as fast as possible, which he was happy to make happen.
Since he had a large stock of items, he went to the local demon hang and began handing out his catalogs to the demon patrons. He even paid the bartender, Willy, to keep a stack of them on the bar counter. While talking to the demons about things that they'd want in the catalog, he had gotten an idea. They didn't just want magical things, but ordinary things as well. Some demons couldn't just walk into a store. People would freak over their strange and sometimes scary appearance. If he could find a way to get cheap, ordinary items, they'd be sure to buy those as well. The first place that he looked was with the criminals of this world. He was lucky that L.A. was so close. There were plenty of scumbags there that needed to be taken down a peg. He hadn't been looking long until he found a small gang that was selling stolen cigarettes. Smiling to himself, he helped himself to them along with their entire stock. Several hundred cartons later, he found himself back in his warehouse adding them to his stock. By selling them at half price, they quickly began to "fly off the shelves". Who knew that demons loved to smoke so much?
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry waited for Buffy to arrive at his warehouse, but she never showed. While it wasn't unusual, he did tell her that he'd be selling the jewelry and that she could come by for her cut. He figured that she would be here as soon as school ended. Once the sun was down, he hopped into his Jeep and went to find her. Only a mile or so into the drive, he began to think something wasn't right.
"Woooooooooooooooohooo!" yelled a middle-aged naked man as he streaked across the road right in front of his car that was stopped at a red light. He was so shocked that he didn't notice the light turn green until a car behind him honked and the old man behind the wheel yelled out, "Go before I kick your ass!" Shaking his head in confusion, he began to drive. A quick stop at Buffy's house and he found the place empty.
Next, Harry decided to check the Bronze. He knew that she liked to hang out there with her friends. The short trip was a bit hectic after nearly getting blindsided by a woman too busy putting makeup on to watch where she was going. As he pulled into the parking lot, he could tell that the place was packed. When he went inside, things just got weirder and weirder. Four old men were on the stage singing "Louie Louie" and dancing embarrassingly bad while middle-aged couples made out on the dance floor. He was pulled from the vomit-inducing sight by the sound of his name being yelled. Turning, he saw Buffy, Willow, and Oz standing there looking just as grossed out as he felt.
Walking up to them, he asked, "What the hell is going on? It seems that every adult in town is acting like a complete moron." Buffy grabbed his hand and pulled him along.
"C'mon. We have to figure out what is going on," she told him as they left the Bronze. Harry noticed that most seemed to be acting like teenagers from the 50s, 60s, or 70s. When they exited the building, Buffy and her crew jumped into her mom's car.
"What's with rat-face?" Harry asked, indicating to the short, bald guy who kept telling him to call him Snyder. Buffy smiled at the word rat-face.
"He's my principle. We'll take him and ditch him somewhere later on. You coming?" she asked. Harry quickly shook his head. She had talked him into letting her drive his Jeep when they went to the store one day. His lunch flashed before his eyes.
Shaking his head, he replied, "I've got my car here. I'll follow." She nodded and began pulling out. He quickly jumped into his and followed behind. Of course, Buffy was a lunatic behind the wheel and was halfway down the road before he could even start the car. By the time he had caught up, her car was in the middle of the road next to another wrecked car.
"Are you guys okay? What happened?" Harry asked, getting out of his car to check on them.
"We're fine," Willow said as the other driver ran off. Harry could see that Buffy had a cut on her eyebrow. He tilted her head so that he could get a look at it.
"That idiot crashed into me!" Buffy bellowed and pointed at the guy running away as she let him check her over. It wasn't a bad cut, and she was a quick healer. Harry looked at her car and laughed. It had clearly been T-Boned.
"Your mum's going to kill you," he snickered at the annoyed blonde. Buffy sighed.
"Let's keep going. We've got to find Giles so that we can fix whatever's happening," she told him.
"We think it's the band candy," Oz added.
"We're going to find Xander and Cordelia and do some research. Hopefully, we'll be able to figure out what's behind this," Willow chimed in. Harry nodded and tossed his keys to Oz.
"I'll give Buffy some backup." The two youngsters nodded and jumped into his Jeep and drove off. Harry turned to Buffy. "Where are we going?"
"Ratboy knows where the candy is coming from. He's going to lead us there," she said as she got into the driver's seat. Snyder ran around the car and opened the door but was stopped by a strong hand grabbing the back of his shirt.
"In the back, Ratboy," Harry ordered firmly, getting into the passenger seat. He ignored his cries about him calling shotgun as Buffy started up the car and floored it.
The drive was short and ironically, they ended up near Harry's warehouse. Buffy pulled up to the loading area where two men were tossing candy to a small mob of ravenous adults. If that wasn't bad enough, they saw Giles and Buffy's mom hardcore making out. Harry had to hide a laugh at Buffy's expression. While she dealt with them, Harry hopped onto the concrete platform and easily knocked them out. Grabbing one of the chocolate bars, he sniffed it. It smelled like chocolate. He definitely wasn't about to taste it. Once Buffy was finished dressing them down, she jumped up and joined him before entering the warehouse. Harry followed with the others following him. They crept through the stacks of crates filled with Milkbars before coming across a man on the phone.
"Ethan Rayne," Buffy stated. Apparently, she had a history with the guy. Only seconds later, the man bolted. He didn't get very far before his arms and legs snapped together, and he fell to the floor. The interrogation was short and weak. The man practically gave up everything from the start. A man named Trick was collecting a tribute from the townspeople, and he needed them distracted.
The demon was named Lurconis, and after a call to Buffy's gang, they found out that the demon ate live babies. Obviously, they couldn't let this stand. Going to the pediatric ward of the hospital, they found four babies missing. After some arguing about Snyder being a coward, Giles figured out that the snake-like demon lived in the sewers, so that's where they were heading next.
Buffy must have been an expert at traversing the sewers because, in no time, they came across the ritual site. Buffy just jumped in and began fighting. When Harry jumped in, he conjured an arrow and shot it through the chest of a vampire. As dust filled the room, he saw a black vampire turn tail and run. Probably a smart move on his behalf. Buffy killed two others before kicking a third into a pool of water. Harry was happy to see Giles and Joyce had removed the babies from the scene. Just then, the ground began to tremble, and they could hear noises coming from an opening in the wall near the wet vampire.
"What the hell's that?" Giles asked as they looked around. Harry already knew what it was. Holding his wand tightly in his grasp, he waited for his opportunity.
Suddenly, what looked like a giant Garter snake popped its head through the opening and swallowed the vampire whole. Joyce yelled out in shock while Harry said, "Eww!"
Before it could creep back down the tunnel, Harry used his magic to summon it out. The beast screeched in anger as it was being pulled from the tunnel, causing everyone to cover their ears from the loud sound. Harry conjured a javelin and fired it at the beast. It flew true and struck the demon in the head, piercing its brain and causing it to drop dead. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. He was happy that no one wanted to stick around for very long. The babies needed to be returned after all. Harry placed a protective ward around the area so that he could come back and harvest the demon.
They dropped the babies off and everyone went their own way. Harry picked up his car and went home to shower. When he was clean, he turned invisible and apparated into Buffy's room. He smiled at seeing her drying her hair with a towel. He made sure to silence and ward her room so that Joyce wouldn't hear before turning visible. Buffy jumped and squeaked in shock before glaring.
"You scared me," she complained, which made Harry smile. "Wait! My mom will hear!" she panicked before Harry calmed her down and told her about the wards.
"I come bearing gifts," he told her, waving a small pile of money. "Your half of the jewelry money. It seems that you were too busy to pick it up today."
Buffy smiled and lunged at the money. Quickly snatching it, she flopped back onto the bed and counted it. "Four hundred!" she squealed happily. Who knew that teenage girls loved money? Harry was too busy eyeing up her smooth legs to care. She was wearing a very thin tank top and very short shorts. When she saw what he was staring at, she smiled.
"Thinking about joining me? I haven't had my daily dose of Slayer juice," she joked, running her delicate hand down the length of her sun-kissed skin. Harry cleared his throat.
"I really need to get back and harvest Lurconis. We're gonna make a pretty good amount of money off of it. Harvested parts of named demons always sell for way more," he told her, keeping his eyes on her soft, smooth skin. Just then, Buffy lifted her legs up and slid her shorts off. As the shorts slid up her legs, her pussy was exposed, and he could see that her lips were pressed tightly together. He could also see that she was freshly shaved. Her mound and lips were as smooth as ever. Keeping her legs up in the air, she wiggled her sexy bottom and looked at him.
"Are you sure that you don't want to join me?" she asked, smiling sexily. Harry was rock-hard, and he could feel himself giving in.
"Well … maybe an hour or two won't make any difference," he replied, taking off his clothes faster than he ever had before. When he climbed on the bed, Buffy sat up and lifted up her arms. Harry happily removed her shirt and exposed her small but perky tits. He kissed her deeply before moving down to her neck. Buffy fell back onto her bed and moaned as he sucked on her sweet-smelling skin. Her fingers threaded through his messy hair and he kissed her shoulders and nipped at her collarbone. Pushing his head down, she arched her back and presented her breasts to him. Buffy's eyes fluttered as his lips peppered her breasts, kissing every inch of them. When his lips latched onto her hard, pink nub, she groaned in appreciation.
Buffy couldn't help but rub her legs together. She was getting incredibly wet, and she could feel her pussy tingling. She needed it badly. Trying to tempt him, she opened her legs wide and began rubbing her wetness all over his belly. When he looked up at her, she blushed but continued to rub herself on him. Taking the hint, Harry settled between her parted thighs and easily sank into her slick depths. Both moaned as he bumped into her cervix, and Buffy wrapped her legs around him just as he started thrusting his hips. Moments later, they were sucking on each other's tongues as Harry fucked her with long, deep strokes that hit every pleasurable spot that she had.
Harry started to slowly bleed his magic into her and the response was quick. She shuddered violently, and her pussy began to grip him tighter than before. Her wetness had increased and was now creating a very wet squelching noise every time that he would penetrate her teenage pussy. Buffy was gasping and whining as he stimulated her g-spot and made her legs squeeze him tightly. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating to him as it quickly filled her room. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers as he fucked her harder and harder. Her eyes met his, and they breathed heavily as both got closer to release. Buffy's mouth was open and cute, little gasps left her lips as her pussy clamped down hard. Harry smiled and hit her with a powerful dose of magic just as she started cumming. Buffy screamed violently as she came harder than ever. Her pussy nearly crushed his cock as her juices squirted around his thick member. Harry just let her scream as he pushed all the way in and began to fill her with his seed. He sighed happily as ropes of cum spurted out and coated her insides. Harry could feel her walls pulsating and massaging the cum from his balls. When he was finally done, Harry grabbed her and flipped them over until she was lying on top of him.
With his cock still buried deep within her, she rested her head on his chest and fell asleep as he cupped her ass with his hands. Harry smiled to himself. He'd let her rest a while before leaving. He had a demon to carve up after all.