Chapter 6
It was late at night and the only sounds coming from Sunnydale High were the grunting of a female and the loud thumps of something getting hit. Faith, the second Slayer in Sunnydale, was working out her frustrations on the punching bag that both she and Buffy used for training. A flurry of punches and kicks struck the bag so hard that it was nearly torn from its hook. After another few minutes, Faith stopped and stood there breathing heavily.
The cause of her frustration was her new watcher. The Council had seen fit to push some posh, little woman on her that looked like she hadn't seen a single vampire in her life. Needless to say, Faith wasn't pleased with the decision. Wiping the sweat from her forehead with a towel, she tossed it aside and checked the time. It was close to midnight. She decided to hop on over to Buffy's and see if she was up for a bit of midnight slaying.
The journey was short and uneventful. No vampire or demon in sight. Finding the right window, she used her athletic skills to scale the house and work her way to the second floor. She was just about to knock when she heard feminine moaning inside. This made Faith's eyes widen considerably. Did Buffy have a secret boyfriend or something? She didn't seem like the type to be having Booty Calls. Peeking in, she got an eyeful of what was going on.
Harry was naked and sitting on her bed while an equally naked Buffy straddled him and bounced on his lap. Their lips were attached as they kissed passionately. Her arms were wrapped around his neck as she rolled her hips back and forth.
Faith watched as the resident wizard gripped Buffy's tight ass and squeezed it while Buffy bounced on his pole. She wasn't ashamed to say that the sight made her horny. Harry was a good-looking guy, and Buffy was a beautiful girl. Faith's nipples hardened as she watched the show that they were putting on. She could feel herself getting wet the longer that she watched. Suddenly, Buffy threw her head back and screamed as her body began shaking violently. Harry squeezed her ass hard as Buffy came all over him. Not being done with her, Harry slammed her on the mattress and pried her legs open. Holding her legs behind her knees, he pushed forward and folded the blonde Slayer in half.
Faith gasped as he took her with an animalistic frenzy that she had never experienced. Harry was fucking her so hard that the bed was squeaking and groaning and nearing destruction. All the while, Buffy refused to stop cumming. Her pussy clenched on him tightly, hoping to massage a huge load from his bloated balls.
The brunette Slayer licked her lips while staring at him. She definitely wanted a piece of that. Deciding to leave before she was caught peeping, she silently hopped off and made her way home.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Buffy was sparring with Faith when she confessed to what she saw. Buffy blushed. "It's not what it looked like?"
"So you weren't getting it on with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Yummy?" Faith teased, throwing a spin-kick at Buffy's head. Buffy ducked.
"No … I mean, yes … but," Buffy stammered, embarrassed to have been caught. She took a breath as they stopped fighting. She grabbed a bottle of water and took a drink before going on. "I mean that, yes, Harry and I have been doing stuff, but we're not together."
"A boy toy on the side? Nice, B!" Faith praised her.
"Not that!" Buffy blushed. "When we're together, his magic interacts with my Slayer magic. It's … incredible," she said in wonder, staring off while thinking about how she felt when Harry was inside of her. Both girls sat down to continue talking. "It's explosive," she confessed.
Faith snorted. "I could tell from last night."
"It's not only that. After we're done, it's like my Slayer battery gets instantly recharged. I feel better and more powerful for nearly the rest of the day. It's amazing!" she said, her cheeks turning pink just from thinking about it.
"And you've been hogging the good stuff all this time?" Faith decried, upset from being at a disadvantage, not to mention the fact that she could have been having explosive orgasms all this time. Buffy looked sheepish.
"Sorry," she said. "But it's really embarrassing to talk about. I certainly could never say anything to Giles or the others. Faith sighed.
"I could tell that something was going on. You had gotten faster and stronger all of the sudden," Faith told her. "You are going to share, right?"
"Well …,"
"C'mon, B! I'm sure he's man enough to handle an extra Slayer. He's the magic-man after all!" Faith exclaimed.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "It's not like he's a personal toy. I can't just loan him out. I'll talk to him and try to set something up," Buffy told her. She spent the next hour gossiping with Faith about many of Harry's talents.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Quietly and invisible, Harry walked through the abandoned apartment block. His contact had led him to this building. It was located on the furthest border in East L.A. Only a mile further and you would be outside of the city limits. The apartment complex was on its last leg. It had long been condemned and had no residents. From what he was told, it used to be populated with many of the city's homeless, until a blood-thirsty demon moved in. He wasn't sure what type of demon that it was as his contact didn't know himself. He only had a description. Big and green.
He did have one trick up his sleeve to help him find the demon, his nose. Most demons didn't smell very good, and their odors tended to be strong. Sniffing, Harry followed the rancid scent until he came to a door that was closed. Holding his ear to the door, he heard the snorting of something breathing and the meaty crunch of something eating. He pulled out his wand and took one last breath.
With a wave of his wand, Harry blasted open the door. The sight that greeted him was retched. The demon was massive with scaly, green skin and long, purple horns. It was chowing down on a human arm that once belonged to a dark-skinned man. Harry nearly gagged but was able to hold it in. Just as the beast looked up at the intrusion, Harry fired off a piercing hex that hit the monster right between the eyes. Harry saw purple blood and guts splatter against the wall behind its head before it fell over and crashed to the ground. With a wave of his wand, he sent the beast back to his warehouse to be processed. That wasn't what he was here for though. Producing a Bubblehead Charm, Harry searched through the room without worrying about the incredible stink. He vanished the body parts before finally crying out in joy. He reached down and picked up the large, stone medallion that was on the ground.
The Seal of Arkenoth was said to be able to control the Devil himself, but Harry doubted it. It did have power though, a great deal of it. He would study it before adding it to his catalog. This would fetch him over twenty thousand easily. Every demon worth his salt knew about the Seal of Arkenoth. Waving his wand to clean it, he placed it in his pocket before disappearing.
Harry in the Hellmouth
"Gross!" Buffy chirped, disgusted by the gruesome sight of Harry dismantling the big demon. Harry quickly placed a Bubblehead Charm on her as well.
"What do you need, Buffy? I'm kinda busy at the moment." Buffy nearly gagged when she heard the wet pop of a bone coming out of its socket.
"Faith found out about us? She looked through the window last night and saw us," she told him. She heard him chuckle. "It's not funny! It's really embarrassing!" Buffy whined cutely.
"Besides, now she wants in after I explained what happens when your magic and mine combine," Buffy went on.
"Really?" Harry looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. Buffy nodded. "And what do you think about this? I know that we're not together or anything, but since you were first, you have more of a claim than she does."
Buffy took a second to think about it. She had already given Faith her blessing, and she was hiding Angel from everyone, including Harry.
"I'm okay with it," she said and nodded when he asked if she was sure. Buffy stayed a while and talked before she had to go and speak to Faith.
Later That Night
A knock on the door drew Harry's attention away from his catalog. Placing the Master Catalog into a drawer, he locked it up magically. Opening the door, a smiling Faith barged her way in and looked around.
"Nice place," she told him, taking off her jacket and tossing it onto the couch. Now she was wearing only her white tank-top and black, leather pants.
"Yeah, it's alright," he replied, shutting and locking the door.
"So, Buffy tells me that you know how to scratch all of the Slayer itches," she smirked. Harry smiled back and walked up to her. He slid his hand up the back of her shirt and placed his finger on her spine.
When the magic slammed into her, Faith's eyes nearly bugged out. She collapsed forward, cumming harder than she ever had. Harry held her up while she spasmed uncontrollably. "Th-that's what I'm talking about!" she gasped out as her pussy fluttered.
Being a more dominant type, she wasn't used to being manhandled. But that was exactly what was happening. She was snatched up and taken to his bedroom where she was tossed on the bed. At that moment, she didn't even care. He could do whatever he wanted with her.
Harry quickly removed her shoes and eagerly pulled down her leather pants. The scent of her wet pussy immediately filled the room. Holding her legs apart, he leaned in and took her hairless lips into his mouth. Faith gasped and ran her fingers through his hair as his tongue dipped between her lips and tasted her insides. Unable to stop herself, she began grinding herself against his face but stopped once her clit popped into his mouth. Suddenly, his magic was back and her back arched. She shoved her clit further into his mouth as her toes curled, and she cried out. Harry could feel squirts of pussy juice hitting his chin. Letting go of her clit and reducing the amount of magic, Faith flopped back down and breathed in heavily. Harry pulled her into a sitting position and lifted her shirt off of her body.
His eyes focused on the C-cup breasts that spilled out of her tank-top. They were perky and perfectly round and capped with small, pink nipples. He pushed her back on the bed and leaned in. His lips found her hard, crinkled nipple while his hand massaged her unattended breast.
Faith gasped and wrapped her smooth legs around his waist. She desperately wanted to get his clothes off. Pushing him away, she ripped his shirt off before dropping to her knees and undoing his pants. When she pulled them down, a massive cock sprang out and hit her in the face, causing the brunette Slayer to squeak. Harry stepped out of them just before he held his cock to her lips. Faith happily took him into her mouth. Harry threw his head back and moaned loudly when her soft, talented tongue wiggled against the underside of his head. One of her hands began fondling his sack while the other started stroking his long, thick member. Working together, her mouth and hand had Harry running his fingers through her hair and groaning from the pleasure that she was giving. Deeper and deeper she took him down her throat before Harry held the back of her head and started fucking her face.
Harry knew that a girl like Faith liked to have it rough. She was looking up at him pathetically as he thrust into her mouth. A string of her saliva dripped off of his cock as she gagged on him. Harry pushed all the way in until her face was against his belly. He held her head there until she started to panic. He quickly pulled out and let her suck in a deep ragged breath as saliva dripped from her mouth onto her jiggling breasts. Faith was given no time to recover before he flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her ass up.
Faith squealed when his hand collided with her shapely cheeks, causing them to ripple. The young Slayer gripped the bedsheets as she felt him rub the head of his cock up and down her pussy. Once the tip was coated in her arousal, he pushed in.
"You're really tight!" she heard him gasp as her walls hugged his girth. Faith's eyes fluttered when his thumb started rubbing circles around her puckering asshole. When his hips started moving, she moaned like a whore and buried her face in the bed. Her tunnel was being stretched like never before, and she could feel the sides of his shaft rubbing against her moist walls. His hips were slapping into her ass, making her cheeks ripple and her tits shake. She loved how his hands were kneading her cheeks while he fucked her. She liked it even more when he spread her cheeks open and slammed into her. He was getting more demanding with her body as he took what he wanted. His hand dipped under her, and his fingers pinched her hard, aching clit.
This time, when the magic funneled into her body, she went wild. Her clit tingled so much that she couldn't stop herself from crying out and smacking his hand away. She furiously rubbed her own clit while her pussy clamped down on him. Fluids were leaking out of her and dripping onto the bed as she came harder than ever. Faith felt him bury himself in her and release. Harry moaned as warmth spread throughout her lower half. He was still thrusting, trying to inject his cum into the deepest parts of her. When her body stopped thrashing around, she fell onto her side, breathing heavily. Harry dropped down behind her and moved her hair aside. She let him kiss her shoulder and the side of her neck while his hand explored her nude body. When he touched her clit, she squealed and pushed his hand away. She needed time to relax. Other than that, she felt great. Incredible even!
"I feel so good. I feel energized!" she gasped.
"Yeah. That's how Buffy always feels," Harry told her, nipping at her collarbone.
"We'll have to do this more often … like every day!" she exclaimed, turning around and kissing him deeply. As Harry crawled between her legs and started fucking her again, it was clear that he had no problem with that request.
Chapter 7
Harry was delicately adding magic to his Master Catalog, being careful not to damage the rest of the enchantments. He was adding magic to help make copies even easier. Recently, he had experienced an uptick in customers. He couldn't say if evil or magical forces were brewing or if more people were discovering his business, but it didn't matter much. What mattered was that his business was picking up, and he would soon need more catalogs and more inventory to list in them. Suddenly, the door to his apartment opened. Not expecting anyone, he swung his wand around just in case. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was just Buffy.
There was, however, something wrong. She clearly had tears in her eyes. He already suspected what it was.
"Did they give you a hard time about Angel?" Harry asked, finishing up his enchantments.
"They told you?" she asked with a shaky voice. It was clear that she had been crying. Harry nodded his head.
"Yeah. I was talking to Giles when Xander came running in."
"Aren't you going to yell at me as well?" she accused, sniffling sadly.
"No," Harry replied, putting his Master Catalog back in his secret compartment that he enchanted into the wall of his room.
"Why not?" Harry looked at her. Her cheeks were wet as tears rolled down them. Her face was all blotchy from crying.
"For one, I wasn't here when all that stuff went down. I've never even met this Angel guy. Most importantly, however, is that you're a smart girl. I know you wouldn't intentionally endanger your friends. If Angel is back, and you've been seeing him, then I know that he isn't a threat. I trust that you'd do the right thing," Harry told her, standing up and walking over to her.
Buffy exhaled a shuddering breath that she had been holding. Unable to stop herself, she hugged him tightly and started to cry into his chest. When his arms wrapped around her, she felt warm and safe. She didn't even know how long she had been standing there crying. All she knew was that she had nearly fallen asleep while in his arms. Suddenly, she was back in her room. It was dark outside, and she could hear the crickets chirping. Harry placed her softly on her bed. Pulling out his wand, he waved it at her door.
"That will keep your mother away for the night. I imagine that you don't want any visitors at the moment," he told her. He wasn't keeping his voice down so she assumed that the Silencing thingy that he did was active.
"Thank you," she said in a hoarse voice. Her throat was a bit scratchy from crying so much.
"You're welcome," he smiled at her. Buffy smiled back as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I'll let you get some sleep." Buffy suddenly grabbed his hand and shook her head.
"Stay here. I'd rather not be alone right now," she told him, looking up with her big, pretty eyes. Harry agreed, and Buffy smiled and stood up. She removed her clothes piece by piece. When she stepped out of her panties, she crawled under her thick covers. Harry also removed his clothes and got in next to her. Instantly, she turned over and draped her nude body over his. She was snuggling her head against his chest as she rested her thigh over his groin. Buffy smiled against his skin when she felt him harden against her smooth leg.
Harry's hand slid down her bare back and rested on the gentle curve of her hip. He let his fingertips dance on her soft skin, and he felt her shiver when they brushed over her cheek. He could feel her hard nipple rubbing against him as she started laying soft kisses on his chest.
"Are you sure you want to do this tonight?" he asked, making sure. Buffy silently nodded against him before throwing her leg over his lap and sitting up. She placed her hands on his pecs and began grinding on him. Harry placed his hands on the tops of her silky smooth thighs and squeezed them as she pinned his cock against his lower belly. He could feel her hot and wet lips spread apart and hotdog his cock. As she rolled her hips, her pink inner lips repeatedly brushed against the underside of his erection, smearing her fluids all over him. Harry could smell her scent getting stronger and stronger.
Buffy moaned and arched her back, pushing down on him even harder. Harry let one of his hands travel up her slim belly and onto her perky breast. Buffy's eyes fluttered when she felt his thumb rub circles over her incredibly hard nipple. Wanting him badly, she lifted up a bit and grabbed him by the base of his shaft. She rubbed the tip of his head against her wet slit before sinking down on him. She let out a shuddered moan as she was stretched wide to accommodate his girth. When she bottomed out, Buffy leaned down and began to kiss him.
Harry grabbed her by her ass and squeezed her cheeks tightly as he sucked on Buffy's tongue. He used his strength to lift her up and slowly drop her down on his cock. Both of them moaned as her silken walls gripped his fat cock as she was lifted up. When she dropped back down, the head of his cock battered her g-spot. Soon, Buffy didn't need him to lift her up. She was actively bouncing on his cock and rolling her hips in figure-eight patterns. She could feel his magic rushing through her body and sparking against her Slayer powers. The pleasure was intense, and she was forced to lay on top of him. Harry took over for her and flipped her over. Blushing hard, she opened her legs and let him thrust into her as hard as he wanted. The wet sounds of her pussy being fucked were incredibly loud in her small room, and she was thankful that her mother wasn't hearing her daughter squeal in a fit of passion.
Breaking the kiss, Buffy buried her face in the side of his neck and violently shuddered as her walls tightly clamped down on him. Because of her Slayer strength, her contractions were much stronger than a normal girl's which made her even tighter. Harry moaned loudly as her pussy desperately tried to milk him of his cum. When she finally loosened up, Harry pulled out and flipped her onto her belly. Buffy didn't wait for him to ask. Instead, she just lifted her ass into the air, waiting for him to pleasure her. His hands slid up the inside of her thigh, and Buffy ground herself against him when the side of his hand touched her dripping wet pussy.
Buffy mashed her face into her pillow and squealed when she felt his talented tongue touch her puckered hole. The moment the tip of his tongue touched her naughty hole, she felt his magic send sparks of pleasure throughout her body. Her body felt like it was moving on its own as she pushed back and ground her asshole against his tongue. She started seeing spots when she felt his fingers touch her hard and throbbing clit. Her body had just started coming down from a powerful orgasm, and now it was starting back up again. Harry suddenly removed his tongue from her ass and slammed into her with a single thrust.
She screamed into her pillow as she felt his power flow through her. Buffy could feel her juices squirting out of her with every powerful thrust of his hips. Her body was trembling so badly that her muscles were actually getting tired. When she felt his warmth enter her and spread through her, she sighed in relief. Thrusting all the way in, Harry injected his seed deeply into her just as she collapsed onto the bed, her body shivering. Once empty, Harry pulled out and rested beside her. He pulled the blanket over them and wrapped his arm around the still orgasming girl.
Harry in the Hellmouth
The following morning, Buffy tiredly woke but kept her eyes shut. She stretched her arms and legs and groaned at the sensation. However, a different sensation made her wake up much faster. A pair of soft lips peppered kisses on her neck and bare shoulders, bringing a smile to her face. Harry's warm hand slid up her belly and rested on her breast. She loved the feeling of his skin brushing against her hard nipple.
"Morning," Harry mumbled against her sweet-tasting skin. Buffy happily mewled while her body was played with. Suddenly, she remembered something.
"School!" she squeaked in panic. Hearing Harry chuckle, she looked at him.
"Not for a few hours, love," he told her. "You fell asleep pretty early." Buffy looked out the window and saw that it was still pretty dark out. She flopped back onto her pillow and sighed happily knowing that there was time to relax before facing her friends. Harry's hands and lips let her know that he intended to spend that time in a very fun fashion. She was a little embarrassed by his early morning attention. She figured that her hair was an absolute mess, but he didn't seem to mind either way. She started feeling the tingling sensation of his magic delicately caressing her nude body. Opening her legs for him, she was determined to have as much energy and positive vibes as possible while going through what would likely be a rough day.
A few hours later, Buffy had gone off to school with a smile on her face.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Buffy grunted as she was punched in the face by Faith. Oddly enough, it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would. Her return punch sent Faith flying into the wall. The brunette Slayer slammed into it and slid to the ground. She was barely able to shake off the fuzz in her brain enough to realize something.
"You were with Harry last night!" she said, annoyed at being at a disadvantage. Buffy just smirked before kicking her in the head and knocking her out.
"What the hell happened here?!" came a voice from behind. Buffy turned to throw a punch but stopped when she saw Harry.
"What are you doing here?" Buffy asked as Harry stared at the beaten girl on the ground.
"Willow called me to give you some backup. I just got the message," he told her but was cut off by the sound of a lightning strike. Looking over, he saw a pretty woman holding up her gloved hand to the sky. Another lightning bolt smashed through the roof and struck the glove. The woman turned to them with electricity swirling around the glove. She pointed her hand at them and fired a lightning bolt at them. Buffy jumped to the side, but Harry pulled out his wand and threw up a shield. The lightning slammed into it with a cracking sound, but his shield held true. Harry began walking to her as she continued to fire lightning at him. The bolts made his shield flare, and he could feel it draining his power. She suddenly raised her hand to strike him again when something flew through the air and sliced her arm right off. Just then, the lightning came down and struck her body. Letting out a horrific scream, she was set on fire before lightning evaporated the rest of her.
Choking and swatting away the foul-smelling smoke, Harry looked around. Everyone was alive, if not a little worse for wear. Buffy walked up to him, and he turned to her. "I'll get Faith home. You can handle everything here?"
"Yeah. I think it should be fine," she responded. Harry nodded and started walking away. "Thanks for coming," he heard Buffy's soft voice. "You're welcome," Harry chuckled, scooping up Faith's unconscious form and apparating her back to her hotel room.
Chapter 8
Harry appeared in the rundown room of the local motel that Faith had decided to stay in. Decided might not be the exact word when it was all that she could afford. Holding her bridal style, he looked around and rolled his eyes. A mixture of her dirty and clean clothes was scattered all over the floor. She seemed like the typical messy teenager. Placing her down on the bed, he began pulling her boots off.
One by one they came off and he tossed them onto the floor with a thud. Next, he pulled off her socks and tossed them away as well. Next, he unbuttoned her leather pants and slowly slid them off her sexy legs. Once off, he tossed them on a nearby chair. Seeing that she was now comfortable, he conjured an ice-pack and placed it on her swelling eye. Immediately, she squeaked and woke up with a jerk.
"Careful! You'll hurt yourself again," he told her, holding her by the back of her head and gently placing the cold pack back on her eye. She winced from the freezing cold temperature. Groaning, she placed a hand on her head.
"Did you get the number of that truck?" she said, groaning in pain. Harry chuckled.
"Serves you right for going after a friend," he told her. "Don't worry, though. With your Slayer powers, you'll be whole again by morning."
"Please. I don't need a lecture," she told him, taking the pack from him and holding it against her eye.
"Good, because I'm not going to give you one. Just don't be an idiot next time," he smirked, ruffling her hair. She smacked his hand away which made him laugh. He was just about to leave when she stopped him.
"Aren't you going to stay?" she asked, sitting on the bed with her legs slightly parted. He looked at her and could see her pussy lips wrapped tightly in the silk of the thong that she was wearing. Her panties were so tight that he could see the shape of her pussy and even the little bump of her clit.
"You're injured," Harry said, moving his eyes from her body up to her face. "You need rest."
Faith snorted. "A little action from you and I'll be healed ten times as fast!" she declared, which he guessed was true. "Besides, you owe me."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "How do you figure?" he asked, eager to hear her explanation.
"You were with Buffy before our fight. She had a massive power advantage. This …" she said, pulling the pack away from her face and showing him her slightly puffy eye. " … is the result. Now … are you going to help me or not?"
She tossed the pack on the bedside table and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Lifting it off of her body, he watched as her pert, C-cup tits spilled out and bounced as they were freed. Harry could already smell her heady scent. The smell of her was making his cock rock-hard. Without another thought, he removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He walked up to the bed, and she scooted toward him, grabbing his jeans and unbuttoning them. Pulling them and his boxers down at the same time, she smiled as his massive erection sprang out. She caught it in her hand mid-bounce and began stroking him from his balls to the head. Harry ran his fingers through her thick, brunette hair. Faith closed her eyes and nuzzled his hand with her cheek. It was a rare show of tenderness from the hardened girl. Leaning down, he kissed her softly, which she happily accepted. For the next few minutes, their tongues massaged one another's while she stroked him, and he gently toyed with her hard nipples. Breaking the kiss, she begged, "Use your mouth on me, please. My head is still fuzzy."
She didn't bother waiting for an answer, likely knowing that he wouldn't deny her such a thing. She gently fell back and closed her eyes, relaxing while Harry grabbed the waistband of her panties and slowly worked them down her smooth legs. Immediately, the scent of wet pussy got even stronger. Pushing her legs open, he could see the dew clinging to her inner lips that were just poking out of her smooth, hairless outer lips. Placing his palm on her mound, he used his thumb to gently rub up and down her slit. He could feel the heat radiating off of her as wetness coated his finger. As his thumb brushed over her hard clit, she moaned and slid her hands up her body. They traveled north until they were cupping her lovely breasts. He smiled as she started fondling herself and pinching her crinkled nipples.
Spreading her legs wide, he leaned down and licked her from her asshole all the way up to her clit. Hearing the moan and feeling her body quiver filled him with manly confidence. Allowing his tongue to dip inside of her, he licked and sucked the juices that were dribbling from her wet and ready cunt. Her body was squirming, and her fingers threaded through his hair as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face closer. Mashing her pussy into his mouth, she began grinding herself against him, smearing her fluids all over his face. Wanting more pleasure, she stuffed her swollen clit into his mouth and moaned when she felt his warm tongue touch it. Using his magic, he channeled it from his tongue, straight into her hard clit.
Faith's eyes flew open, and she let out a pleasured scream as her body arched and she came all over his face. Her legs clamped together, trapping his head between them. All Harry could see was darkness, and all he could smell was her as she violently came on him. Finally, her legs fell open and she lay there breathing heavily. Her tits were rising and falling with every breath. She spasmed and wiped her face with her hand as she felt him laying soft kisses on her smooth mound and lower belly. Eventually, the kisses began to move further up her body. She let out a soft gasp when his lips found her belly button. She bit her lower lip sexily and mewled cutely as his tongue trailed around the rim and even dipped in. Her fingernails were gently scratching at his scalp just as his lips encircled her hard nipple. Faith's eyes fluttered, and she arched her back trying to stuff as much of her breast into his mouth that she could. She mewled and moaned while his tongue massaged her hard and aching nipple.
As he settled between her legs, she could feel the tip of his cock brushing against her wet opening. Faith wiggled her hips, rubbing her wetness against him, and tempting him to take her. She didn't need to wait long. Harry hooked her legs behind her knees and folded her body in half. With her pussy and asshole being exposed to him, he lined himself up and pushed all the way into her wet tunnel. Instantly, her incredibly strong muscles squeezed his thick erection, making him moan as she tightened to ungodly levels. Faith pulled his face from her breast and kissed him deeply just as he started moving his hips back and forth.
Faith shuddered like never before as she felt his power coursing through her body. Her Slayer powers were singing in joy as she clamped down on him, desperately trying to squeeze a thick load from his balls. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was working his as she did her best to massage his cock while he thrust in and out of her. Little squeaks and squeals of pleasure left her mouth as his length hit her g-spot before ramming into her cervix. The sounds of their fucking were absurd to her as she heard the sheer amount of wetness between her legs as his cock pistoned inside of her. Wet schlicks and squelching filled the room and nearly drowned out the sound of her moaning into his mouth. One of his hands slid down to her shapely breast and gave it a squeeze. His fingers gently brushed over her crinkled nipple before he captured it between his fingertips. Suddenly, it felt like pleasure-infused lightning had struck her nipple. She screamed into his mouth, and her pussy clamped down tightly as her body started thrashing around. Harry found it difficult to control her. Her Slayer strength was already much greater than his, but with the added power from him, she was really something to be reckoned with. Her body thrashed and bucked while her pussy fluttered and contracted around his length. Even so, he continued to thrust into her, battering her g-spot repeatedly which only made her orgasm more violent.
When Faith felt him tense up, she kicked out of his hold and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Keeping him trapped, Harry had no choice but to release inside of her. She continued to kiss him passionately as she felt his warm seed fill her up. The intensity of the power that she felt was incredible, but instead of making her feel wired, instead, she felt relaxed. Breaking the kiss, she sighed happily and let him free of her grasp. Turning to her side, she smiled and fell asleep, gently snoring. Harry rolled his eyes and smiled. Grabbing the blanket that was bunched up on the floor, he covered her nude body and put on his clothes. With one last look at her, he vanished from view.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry was in his apartment going over his inventory. Business had begun picking up, and he would need to find new ways to supply his catalog. Items were being sold faster than he could bring them in. He was thinking about contacting a guy in LA that he knew when his phone rang. Willow was calling from a payphone in some kind of panic. She practically demanded that he appear right away. Telling him the area that they were in, Harry concentrated and apparated nearby. It only took a minute or so to find her.
"It's Cordelia! She's hurt really bad!" Willow cried out, obviously distressed.
"Show me," Harry told her. The redhead led him to the building that she was in. It seemed that the floor had collapsed underneath Cordelia's feet, and she had fallen on a piece of rebar. Harry winced seeing it protruding from her belly. Both Xander and Oz were at her side trying to comfort her. Her face was turning pale. There wasn't any time to lose.
"Out of the way!" Harry barked, moving everyone aside. Pulling out his wand, he quickly vanished the rebar which made her cry out in pain. Lifting her up in his arms, he immediately apparated her back to his apartment and set her on his bed. She was looking at him, and he could see that her eyes were glossy. Vanishing her clothing above her waist, he could clearly see the large, gaping wound in her belly. Waving his wand at the wound, he did his best to numb the area. He quickly grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and dumped nearly the entire thing in the wound. She gasped and arched her back. Wishing he had potions from back home, he waved his wand and did his best.
Cordelia was only half there as she watched Harry wave his wand at her. She didn't usually have a lot of interaction with the handsome British man, and in truth, magic always kind of freaked her out. But right now, she was grateful as she gasped and watched her wound heal instantly. The bloody and torn-up hole began sealing itself shut, which was quite painful. She cried out, clenching her eyes shut, but even so, tears started forming in her eyes. Part of it was the pain, and another was the feeling of intense betrayal by her former boyfriend. Once the pain ended, she lay there breathing heavily. It was then that she realized that she wasn't wearing a shirt. She was nude from the waist up. She was just about to cover herself when he flipped her onto her side. She realized that he was checking the other side of the wound. She waited for him to say something.
"I did the best that I could, all things considered. The wound seems to be healed, but your insides will need a day or so to fully heal. You'll need to stay here. You can't be moving around, okay?" Harry said. Cordelia nodded her head.
"Okay," she said with a gruff and shaky voice from crying. Suddenly, Harry pulled out a button-up shirt and helped her put it on. She was buttoning it up when he said, "You may need to call your parents and make an excuse." He pointed at the phone by the bed.
"They won't care where I'm at," she replied sadly. Harry shook his head.
"Do you want to see your friends when they come by?"
"NO!" she suddenly yelped. "I mean … no, I'm pretty tired. I'll talk to them later." Harry smiled kindly and nodded.
"I'll find them and tell them," he said. Cordelia nodded and gently laid back. Harry handed her the TV remote and told her to tell him if she needed anything. When he left the room, she just lay there thinking about all of the things that had just happened to her.
Chapter 9
Cordelia heard a slight pop in the living room and immediately perked up. She turned down the TV in her bedroom and waited for him to come in. In truth, she was still living in his room, but it felt like hers … at least according to her it did. Harry came in holding a large, greasy, brown paper bag and a styrofoam cup. Taking the heavy drink from him, she smiled and thanked him. Next, she grabbed the bag and opened it, taking a sniff of the wonderful scent that was pouring out of it.
"A dozen tacos from El Gringos," Harry said, sitting down next to her while she pulled some out and started munching down. Normally, she wouldn't bother eating such unhealthy food, but since she nearly died, she felt that she deserved a few weeks of slacking off. With lettuce and shredded cheese hanging from her lips, she looked at him and saw that he was looking back. Blushing, she used a finger to shove the hanging bits into her mouth.
"I took care of your teachers again. You know, if I keep using the Confundus Charm on them, their brains might start turning to goo," Harry chuckled, grabbing one of her tacos and unwrapping it. "Are you planning to go home any time soon? Your parents are probably missing you."
"I'm never going home," she replied, watching her favorite soap opera. "This is my home now. Just you and me and El Gringos."
"And how about your friends?" Harry asked, biting the crunchy shell of the taco.
"They're not my friends. None of them are. In fact, my life has been nothing but a disaster since Buffy came here!" she said hotly before taking a breath and calming down. She put the straw of her drink to her lips and took a sip. She watched Harry shrug before going back to eating his food. That was one thing that she liked about him. He didn't lecture her, he didn't preach, and he knew when to shut up and listen to her complain. They ate in silence until they were finished. Harry waved his wand and vanished their mess.
"Lay back for your check-up," Harry said, holding his wand at the ready. Cordelia nodded and settled flat on her back. She pulled up her shirt and exposed her flat belly. She was already used to this. Since her injury, he had been checking to make sure that she was healing properly. She could tell that she was completely healed, or very close to it. There hadn't been any pain, stiffness, or discomfort for over a week. Once done, he nodded before slightly tickling her ribs which made her squeal and laugh. She smacked his hand away and covered her stomach back up.
"Stop, you idiot!" she laughed. Harry always tried to do stupid little things like that to make her laugh or smile. He didn't like seeing her sad all of the time.
"You can stay as long as you want, but eventually you'll need to rejoin the world. Besides, eating El Gringos every day is going to make you fat," he smirked, and she gasped. Quickly hopping to her feet, she looked in his full-length mirror that was hanging on the inside of "her" closet door. Turning to her side, she lifted up her shirt to check her belly.
"Am I getting fat?!" she asked in a panic. Harry just shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Only certain parts," he teased and soundly slapped her on the bottom. Cordelia squealed as her ass stung from the loud impact. She turned to tell him off but found that he had already left the room and closed the door behind him. Huffing, she turned back to the mirror and checked her belly again. Looking at where he had just left again, she turned and checked out her ass. Gasping, she noticed that her ass was looking a bit bigger!
"It's all Buffy's fault!"
Harry in the Hellmouth
Cordelia had finally bit the bullet and tried to get back to her normal life. The fat ass incident, as Harry liked to call it, finally scared her straight. Unfortunately, her former friends were just as bitchy as she remembered, only now that bitchiness was directed at her. She didn't like being the butt of jokes. That's why when she found a new friend, she latched onto her. Somehow, she was tricked into making a wish where she found out that Anya wasn't exactly normal. Now her life had really gone awry.
As she hit the floor, her last thought was that she should have stayed with Harry. She was in and out of it for a while before she finally came to completely. She found herself with Giles back in his stuffy, old library.
"Oh, my god, Giles! I'm so sorry," she cried out, getting to her feet but stumbling. Giles reached out and kept her steady. "I should never have made that wish."
Cordelia kept blabbering until she was grabbed from behind, and Giles was locked in his cage. She couldn't believe that these two had snuck up on her. As they leaned in and she felt their teeth penetrate the tender skin of her neck, she felt more hopeless than she ever had. Suddenly, a familiar pop filled her ears, and her heart jumped. Vampire Xander and Willow were wrenched from her and flung through a wall. The violent sound of brick ripping apart made her scream in fright as she heard two yells of pain. Cordelia dropped to the floor, having no more energy. She looked to the hole in the wall which led outside of the school and saw the flare of orange light and the panicked screams of her former friends. After that, her only friend stepped back through the hole and waved his wand. The brick, plaster, and paint all began reattaching until the wall was back to its former grubby glory.
"Those two pests ran away before I could barbecue them," Harry said. Cordelia had had just about enough at this point. Her body was trembling badly. That's when she saw Harry's face. It was still as handsome as ever, but he had a two-inch scar on his cheek that looked like it had been painful. His face was missing something, however. "Her" Harry almost always looked at her with a smile on his face. This Harry looked just as worn out as everyone else in this wretched world. Not caring one bit, she held out her arms. Harry raised an eyebrow but pulled her to her feet, nonetheless. Instantly, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pulled him as close as possible. Burying her face in his neck, she inhaled. She couldn't stop the smile that spread across her beautiful face. He still smelled the same. She had been living in his room for weeks and was very used to his scent. A tingle went up and down her neck, and she knew that he had healed her injuries once again.
"Take me home," she told him quietly.
"I don't know where you live," he responded. Of course, he didn't, she thought.
"Just take me to your place first. We need to talk," she said, staring him in the eyes. After a moment, he gave her a small nod. He was just about to apparate when she stopped him. Taking off her necklace, she tossed it to Giles. "Some female creature made my wish come true. I wished for a world without Buffy. You need to find her and make this right … please," she asked him.
"I'll try," Giles muttered, taking a closer look at the necklace. With that, she held on tight and vanished from the library. Once reappearing, she immediately knew that something was off. His apartment was the same, just older and more rundown.
"This place is crappier than I remember," she muttered. Harry chuckled.
"Sunnydale, California. Where the houses are cheap and crappy," he declared. She slowly walked to the bedroom and stared at the bed. So many thoughts were flowing through her head. "So what can I help you with?"
Without even thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. She was happy to find that he didn't mind. In fact, he seemed quite eager. His hands gripped her slim waist as he sucked on her soft tongue. Cordelia moaned into his mouth as she put all of her affection into the kiss. After being betrayed and cheated on, she felt that Harry was the only man that deserved what she was offering him. Her body running on empty, she nearly collapsed, but his arms captured her waist. Slowly, he lowered her down onto his bed as his hands slid up and down the shimmery satin of her blue dress. Breaking the kiss, Cordelia pushed his head lower until his lips found the crevice of her cleavage. She tiredly smiled and mewled as he peppered her chest with soft kisses. She felt his hands begin to move up her smooth legs until her dress was hiked up to her waist. His lips lowered and eventually were kissing and nipping at her bare legs.
Taking her shoes off, he tossed them to the floor just before he scooped her up and settled her onto his lap. Cordelia squealed as she was made to straddle him. He didn't waste time and lifted her dress off of her body. As she raised her arms, her dress was pulled off and set aside. Now only in her bra and panties, she leaned in and kissed him again. Cordelia could feel the hardness in his jeans as her body pressed tightly against his. Pressing down on his erection, she started grinding herself on him and enjoyed the moans that he was making as he broke the kiss and began sucking on her neck. With fluttering eyes, she gasped as he sucked on the tender area where she had just been bit. Feeling his hands move from her panty-covered ass up to her back, a moment later her bra became slack as he unclipped it. The lacy material was pulled from her chest and thrown away while her body was lowered back down to the bed. Immediately, his mouth attached to her large but perky breasts. Grabbing his hair tightly, Cordelia moaned and shivered as his warm tongue licked around the hardened nub of her sensitive nipple.
"I need more!" she said, letting out a tortured gasp as she spread her legs. Grabbing his hand, she lowered it and stuffed it down the front of her lacy panties. Holding his hand tightly against her slit, she began rolling her hips and smearing her juices all over him. Harry lightly bit down on her nipple as his fingers became slick and oily from her abundance of arousal. Her pussy was so soft and wet that his fingers easily slid into her. Curling them upward, he began stimulating her g-spot as he worshipped her big tits.
Cordelia choked out a moan as her walls squeezed his fingers tightly. When his fingers began vibrating inside of her, and his thumb massaged her hard and aching clit, she threw her head back and screamed. Her body bucked and flopped around as she felt her panties get soaked with her juices. Removing his hand from her, he held her down until she was only breathing heavily. She watched as he removed his clothes. Once she saw what he was packing, her mouth became dry. Stepping up to her while stroking his monstrous manhood, he grabbed her soaked panties and peeled them off of her glistening pussy. As he flung them aside, her scent intensified. Holding her legs open, he let his enormous erection lay against her tiny womanhood. Cordelia bit her lip, worried about taking something of that size. Even so, she gently moved her hips, rubbing her slit against his thick slab of meat. Taking hold of his cock, he repeatedly slapped it against her damp pussy and clit. As she cried out, he placed the tip inside of her and quickly pushed in.
He could feel her wetness coat his entire cock as it sank inch after inch inside of her. "Jesus, you feel so good," Harry gasped as he rested his forehead against hers. Cordelia's mouth was open but no sound was coming out as her back arched in pleasure. He had hit a spot in her that no one else ever had. Her thighs squeezed his hips tightly as he pulled back and slid back in. She could feel the exact shape of his member as rubbed against her slick walls. When his cock hit her g-spot, she was unable to stop herself from sticking her tongue in his mouth and clenching her pussy as tightly as she could. She couldn't stop herself from cumming. His hips worked her body in a steady rhythm, drawing out orgasm after orgasm. She could feel his magic washing over her body, making her clit and nipples tingle. She was surprised that his cock hadn't snapped off. Her pussy was clinging to it so tightly, wanting him to stay inside as he delivered his thick, warm reward. Uncontrolled by her, her body was doing everything possible to be bred by him. She was thankful that she was on birth control because right then, her pussy fluttered wildly and contracted harder than ever. He shuddered violently and sank deep into her. Cordelia felt his warmth fill her needy body, and she hugged him to her as he claimed her body for himself. Wrapping herself around him, she fell asleep in the place where she belonged.
Gasping awake sometime later, she sat up in a panic. Looking around, she saw that she was still in Harry's room, but the room had changed. It was back to normal. Quickly getting out of bed, she rushed to the window and opened it up. Smiling, she saw that everything was back to normal. She guessed that Giles had come through after all. Just then, Harry came into the room holding her normal breakfast. His smile made her heart flutter.
A moment later, the food went flying as Cordelia attacked a confused Harry with her lips and tore his clothes off.
Chapter 10
Harry looked up at the very sexy Cordelia Chase who just happened to be completely nude and straddling his lap. Her eyes were closed as she bit her lower lip sexily. Leaning down, she used his chest for support as her hips began moving back and forth faster and faster. Harry's eyes lowered to her chest. Having her arms so close together made her dangling breasts press together tightly. The image of cleavage that she created was enough to power his Patronus for years to come.
Her breathing intensified the faster that her hips moved. Harry couldn't help but moan and lift his hips slightly, trying to push deeper inside of her. Her body began trembling before she squeaked and slowed her hips and rolled them in a circular pattern. A bead of sweat rolled down from her upper chest and disappeared in the valley between her lovely tits. Not done, she laid down against him and kissed him deeply as she ground her wet pussy against him while he was still deeply buried inside of her.
Harry noticed that since the day that she supposedly enacted a horrible wish from some type of Vengeance Demon, she was acting a little bit more clingy and way more passionate. Not that Harry was complaining of course. Why would he complain when a sexy, young woman was demanding sex from him nearly every day? No, the only one complaining was Buffy, because Cordelia was taking up all of his time.
Harry would chuckle when Buffy went on one of her rants about that. He was more than happy to take care of her needs, and he did so often and with great enthusiasm. She was just upset that Cordelia had taken over his apartment. At this point, she absolutely refused to go back to her parents' house. Harry didn't have the heart to force her either. He would never admit it, but he enjoyed having her in the house.
He thought that Buffy might be becoming a bit jealous. Sure, she was okay letting Faith sleep with him. Maybe it was because they were both Slayers, and Buffy knew of the benefits of having their powers combined. Or maybe it was because Faith was always standoffish and not really girlfriend material. Cordelia, however, was beautiful and girly. Buffy was probably afraid that she would try to lock him down and keep him to herself. Buffy was already hinting that she wanted to move in after she graduated. If true, then Harry might need to start looking for houses, because it didn't seem like Cordie was going anywhere anytime soon. All of this was temporarily pushed from his mind when he felt Cordie's wet, velvety embrace tighten as she came hard. Her sweaty body spasmed and bucked against him as he held her in his arms. He sucked deeply on her tongue as he finished inside of her.
They stayed there for a minute before Cordie laid down. He was just about to roll her off of him when she whined and stopped him. "Stay inside of me," she muttered sleepily as she softly kissed him on his jaw. Seeing that he'd been in much worse situations, he obliged her by pushing as deep into her as he could while moving his hands down and cupping her shapely ass. It wasn't long before she was lightly snoring. Placing a mild sleeping spell on her just to make sure that she didn't wake up, he rolled her over onto his bed. Placing a blanket over her nude body, Harry got up and took a quick shower. It was getting late, and he had work to do. Houses didn't pay for themselves after all.
Harry in the Hellmouth
"Are you sure that these are top quality?" Harry asked. "My buyers won't settle for anything but the best, and I have a reputation to uphold."
The middle-aged woman smiled. Even though she looked to be nearing fifty, she was still sexy in her own way. "Yes. I've seen your catalog. I've even purchased some rare ingredients from you. You don't have to worry. These are the best that money can buy. I have decades of experience in the magical arts," the Wiccan told him.
Harry had sought out the best potion brewer that he could find. He had asked around, and her name repeatedly came up. Even Willow had heard of the woman. In fact, when Harry brought her name up, the cute redhead wouldn't shut up about how she was one of her idols. Needless to say, Harry was intrigued. He had wanted a potion section in his catalog for a while, but he didn't have anyone to provide them. Potions in this world and his world weren't the same, nor was the process of creating them. There were some potion books here, but they weren't the best. No, the best potion recipes were jealously kept and modified by the magic users of this world, mainly being the Wiccans and Warlocks. They were passed down from master to apprentice. Occasionally, the holder would meet some tragedy and their collections were sold off. He couldn't count on that happening anytime soon though. His best bet was to find someone willing to sell him their wares, and it seemed that he found who he was looking for.
Looking over the product, he saw dozens of vials that held liquids off all different colors. Reaching into the crate, he picked one up and looked at it in the light. It was a small test tube that held a mostly clear liquid with only a tiny tinge of green to it. Floating inside was a dead grub worm.
"Hangover Cure," she answered before he could even ask. "A creation of mine. No one else has the recipe," she said smugly with more than a little pride in her voice.
"If true, we could make a decent living off of this one alone. Demons love to drink themselves into a stupor. Is it demon safe?" he turned to her.
"Most are. I'll let you know if any are incompatible," she replied. "That's not the problem though. The problem is that right now I can't make the amount that you're going to need. Fortunately, there is a solution."
"Oh?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
She nodded. "I've developed a way to increase my output by at least a hundredfold, but I need something to make it work … the Eye of Elotta."
"So why don't you get it?"
"Because it's guarded by some very nasty creatures, and I'm not exactly Xena Warrior Princess you know," she told him.
"So you need me to get it for you?" She nodded. "And if I do, you'll provide me with the product that I need at the amount we agreed on?" Again she nodded. "Fine," he huffed.
She smiled happily and handed him a paper. He took it and studied it. "A map?"
"Yes. It will lead you to the edge of town. I went down there during the day. The entrance is in a graveyard. Look for the large crypt below a statue of a weeping angel," she explained. Harry folded the map and stuck it in his bag.
"Very well. I'll contact you when I have it," he said while packing up the potions. She nodded and walked away.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Buffy checked the time. She still had several hours before she needed to go on patrol. At the moment, her true enemy was her math homework. She struggled to work out the answer for the equation on her page.
"Three x over nine," a voice called out next to her ear. On instinct, she threw her elbow back and hit the offender in the nose.
"OOF!" Harry grunted as he clutched his nose. "Buffy! What the hell?!"
"Sorry!" she whispered, trying not to make too much noise so as to alert her mother. Grabbing some tissues from the box on her desk, she pressed them against his bleeding nose. "You shouldn't scare me like that!"
Harry pulled the bloody tissue from his nose and waved his wand at it. Sighing in relief, he poked at it with his finger to make sure that it was healed. After that, Buffy watched as he used his wand like a vacuum and siphoned off all of the blood from his face. Next, he vanished the bloody tissue. "Don't bother whispering. I silenced your room."
Buffy rolled her eyes and sat back down, writing the answer that Harry had given her. Over the next few minutes, Harry helped her finish up the last few questions on her homework. Once done, she stood up and stretched out her aching muscles. She smiled when she saw him glance at her feminine form. "So … Did you come here for a reason, or just to help me with my homework? Because if that's the reason, you're more than welcome to come and help me every day," she smiled.
"Not exactly," he chuckled. "I wanted to see if you'd like to earn a couple hundred bucks tonight."
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Would earning this money involve me spreading my legs?"
"Well … There may be some karate kicks involved," Harry smirked.
"Not the kind of spreading that I was hoping for, but I'll take what I can get. Remember that I have to patrol tonight."
"This shouldn't take long, and when we're done, I'll even go on patrol with you," he told her.
"Deal!" she happily chirped as she grabbed her light jacket. It was getting late in the year and even California was starting to get chilly.
Harry filled her in on their mission after he apparated them to the graveyard. Finding the statue of the weeping angel was easy enough. Not seeing an entrance into the crypt, he went out on a limb and pushed the statue forward. With a little bit of force, it slid aside and revealed a hole with a ladder going down. Shrugging, Harry went first. The trip down wasn't long at all. Within seconds, his feet already hit solid ground. Taking out his wand, he waved it and three balls of light appeared and began hovering around above his head. Now that the room was lit, he could see that the stone walls had been carved into large shelves where bodies were laid. Only skeletons were left by this point. Once Buffy was at his side, they carried on.
He read the map and made all of the correct turns down the labyrinth of tunnels. He knew that he was getting close. The air began to grow foul the further they went. After turning around a corner, Harry saw some light up ahead. Extinguishing his own light, they quietly crept over and peeked around the corner. Sitting there talking were two very ugly demons. They were a gross, fleshy color with loose skin and folds hanging from their bodies. Around them were about a dozen Hellhounds.
To him, they didn't resemble dogs at all. Instead, the Hellhounds were more humanoid in shape. They sort of resembled the flying monkeys from the movie Wizard of Oz, only their skin looked patchy and scabbed, and of course, they didn't have wings. Their faces were grotesque with rotted teeth and sharp canines. Long, pointed ears rested on either side of their heads, and their bodies were covered in patches of thin, wispy hair. The stench was nearly unbearable.
"I'll handle the hounds, you take the other two," he said. Seeing her nod, he jumped into action. Spinning around the corner, he ran to the furthest corner of the large room as the two beasts yelled out in surprise. Immediately, the Hellhounds began roaring at him and started chasing after him. Being faster than the two fat demons, they soon left them behind which gave Buffy the chance to spring forth and begin beating the hell out of them.
Backed into a corner, Harry smiled and swung his wand. Flames burst forth and barbequed the beasts. Hearing them yelp like dogs was something that he didn't expect. Nevertheless, he watched as they rolled around covered in flames. Firing piercing hexes at them, he made sure that each one was dead before going anywhere near them. He finished just in time to see Buffy kick one of the other demons right in the chest. He stumbled back and fell over his downed brethren. Taking advantage, she stuck a blade right into its forehead. Harry walked up and placed a Stasis Charm on the bodies before sending them back to his warehouse. He'd look up their species and see if they can be used for ingredients later.
"You okay?" he asked, making sure that she didn't get injured.
"Right as rain," she chirped as she looked around. Spotting an old-looking crate, she walked over to it. Ripping the wooden lid off, she gasped as hundreds of old, silver coins were revealed. Harry whistled in appreciation.
"That's a decent chunk of coin, half of which is yours," he told her. Buffy smiled widely at her sudden uptick in finances. Harry waved his wand, and she watched as they floated from the crate into his bag. "I'll sell them and give your half as soon as possible," he told her. Suddenly, his hand lashed out, and he snatched something as it floated by. Holding it up, it looked like a tarnished, silver pyramid about five inches in height.
"Is that what we're here for?" she asked, moving to his side. Harry held up the map which had a detailed drawing of the Eye of Elotta. Nodding in satisfaction, he placed it in his bag.
"Looks like it. C'mon," he said, grabbing her hand. He apparated them away from the stench of crispy Hellhound. Appearing back in the graveyard, he walked her over to a bench, and they sat down.
"I was thinking," he suddenly said. "After you graduate, you'll likely be going to UC Sunnydale right?" Buffy nodded.
"It's not like I can just pack up and leave. Someone has to keep the baddies at bay," she said sourly, crossing her legs.
"Well, I was thinking about buying a house here in Sunnydale. With Cordie staying there, it's getting a bit cramped. I was thinking that maybe you'd like to live there when I move as well," he said, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.
"You mean it?" she asked, looking up at him with her big, lovely eyes. Harry nodded. Buffy blushed and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'll think about it," she said. He could hear the smile in her voice.