Chapter 11
"So … What did you think?" the real estate agent asked him as she batted her eyes. She had spent the last couple of hours eyeing Harry up and flirting with him. He would have been ecstatic if she wasn't sporting a lip full of dark "peach fuzz".
"It sucked!" Harry declared. "It was too small. I need something bigger," he told her as they walked to their cars. Harry decided to be nice and open the door for the mustachioed woman. She smiled in what she must have thought was a sexy way and climbed in.
"I'll keep looking, but there really aren't that many large houses on the Sunnydale market," she told him. Harry nodded.
"Let me know if something becomes available," he said, closing the door on her. The car started up and she drove off. Harry hopped into his Jeep and drove back to his warehouse. He really didn't expect to struggle so much while trying to find a suitable house for them to live in. The only people that would own a house that large would be those who were well off. Unfortunately, those people usually stayed far away from Sunnydale. The murder rate justifiably scared them off before even setting foot in the California town. They had the money to live pretty much anywhere. Most people that moved to Sunnydale were those that didn't make as much and were looking for a bargain. The only rich person who lived in town that he knew of were Cordelia's parents. Why they chose to live here was beyond him.
Halfway back to his place of work, he was forced to turn on the heater for the first time since buying the Jeep. Southern California was usually very warm, but as it was the middle of winter, it occasionally got a bit chilly. On his way, Harry tried to think of a few new ways to earn a bit more money. Even in Sunnydale, a house the size that he was looking for would cost a pretty penny. Harry was very good at saving what he earned. He rarely spent his money on extravagant items for himself. At the moment, he had a large chunk of cash saved up from all the items that he was selling. Not only that, but he had earned a small fortune from the different gold, silver, and jewel-encrusted items that he found on his daily hunts. He considered it a bonus for ridding the town of dozens of nasty creatures every month. He really should be collecting a fee from every citizen of the town, he thought to himself. Sadly, he didn't think that they'd go for that. As he pulled into his parking spot, he saw his favorite Slayer sitting on the edge of the curb. Harry got out of his car and walked over to her.
"Why didn't you go inside?" he asked her.
"The door's locked," Buffy reminded him and took his outstretched hand to help her up. She brushed the dirt off of her butt as he led her inside. He unlocked the door with his magic and let them in.
"I gave you a key," he reminded her as he hit the light switch.
I lost it somewhere in my room," Buffy told him, slightly blushing in embarrassment. This was the second time that she had done that.
"Buffy …," he groaned.
"Sorry!" she cut him off. "It's not my fault though. I've got a lot going on at the moment."
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled out his key. He waved his wand at it and created another copy. Handing it to her, he said, "Try not to lose this one. And what do you have going on?"
"It's my mother. She's been acting weird," Buffy told him. Harry pulled her over to the couch and sat down. She plopped down next to him and cuddled into his side as he put his arm around her. Even though she rarely told him, she loved sitting next to him like that. It made her feel safe and secure, which was a rarity in Sunnydale.
"Those dead kids again?" Harry asked. Buffy nodded. She had told him all about finding the bodies of two dead children. Apparently, it greatly affected them both. "You and I see death practically on a daily basis. I know that it's worse when children are involved, but still. We're used to this kind of stuff. Your mother isn't. She isn't like us."
Buffy inhaled deeply as his hand moved from her shoulder up to the back of her head. His fingers threaded through her blonde hair, and she closed her eyes and shuddered as he gently began scratching her scalp. The sensation made her body shiver.
"I know, but she's taken it way too far. She started some witch-hating group with a bunch of other old people," she told him. Harry chuckled at the girl. He found it funny that anyone over the age of forty was an old person to her. Harry was old enough to be her grandfather. When he confessed his real age to her, she didn't really care. She only cared about how he made her feel, both physically and emotionally. Harry was a constant in her life, one that she was unwilling to let go of.
"Need I remind you that I'm older than both you and your mother put together?" he teased her as he leaned in and kissed her forehead. Buffy leaned in and mewled in satisfaction.
"Yeah, but you still look young and hot," she said, looking up at him.
"Don't be shallow," Harry smirked, looking down and meeting her gaze. Buffy snorted.
"Right now you're having sex with three women … all beautiful," she reminded him, raising her eyebrow and daring him to counter her argument.
"I look beyond a woman's visage to the person within," he told her while conveniently leaving out the fact that he had spent the last few hours trying to avoid the real estate lady with the Tom Selleck mustache.
"What about that blonde bimbo that we saw the other day? Your eyes nearly bugged out when you saw her massive hooters," Buffy said, holding her hands out in front of her chest. "You certainly didn't look past her visage."
"I was staring at the beauty within," he explained … and added a near-silent, "her sweater".
"What was that?" she asked quickly.
"Nothing. You must be hearing things again. Anyway … Is your mom becoming unbearable with the whole trying to find a scapegoat thing?"
"It's getting there," she said quietly, suddenly feeling sleepy from being in his arms.
"If she crosses the line, let me know, and I'll try and talk to her." Buffy nodded before she began snoring softly. Harry shook his head and moved her until she was lying down. He conjured a pillow and blanket to make her more comfortable. He let her take a small nap while he quietly went about his work.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry didn't notice that the people of Sunnydale had gone a bit nuts. Harry spent most of his time working on improving his business or out hunting for creatures or treasures. His only friends were in high school, as sad as it was to say, but he didn't mind. He enjoyed his new life. Besides, if he ever wanted some adult conversation, he could always go and spend time with Giles, which he sometimes did.
It wasn't until Buffy barged into his warehouse after school looking slightly accosted.
"What's happened?" he asked in concern as he placed down the bag of Gorder's root that he had stayed up late to find. It only grew in graveyards near Hellmouths and only near gravestones that were often wet with morning dew. Needless to say, the root was very rare and almost worth its weight in gold. For once he was glad that the town was filled with cemeteries. From last night's haul alone, he would be able to put down a large down payment on his future home. He'd go out every few days and hunt for more. The root was vital in many potions, spells, and rituals because of its magical properties. It was one of the few ingredients in this world that actually was magical. Already his potioneer had batted her eyes and convinced him to give her a healthy chunk of the root. He didn't argue since she would be using it to make potions for him to sell. He just needed to make sure that she wasn't skimming too much off the top for her own uses.
"Cops came to school today! They checked our lockers and books. They even dragged some people off … including Willow!" she said angrily, pacing and clenching her hands into fists. Not a good sign for anyone who wronged the sexy blonde. Harry walked over to her.
"Was it the MOO group that your mum's a part of?"
"She's not a part of it, Harry. She's the ring leader!" Buffy exclaimed. "I tried to talk to her but she just wouldn't listen."
"Maybe it's time that I try and talk sense into her," Harry said as he grabbed his coat.
"Yes! Sense! Sense is good," Buffy carried on, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the door.
Once they were at her house, they snuck in through Buffy's window, as was tradition, and he crept downstairs with Buffy right behind him. Harry stopped short, and Buffy ran into his back.
"Hey!" she whispered quietly, rubbing her sore nose after it hit his muscular back. Harry shushed her and pulled her back to her room. Once inside, he placed a Silencing Ward around the room so that they could talk.
"There's some powerful magic here in the house. I did a quick scan, and I think that it's coming from your mother," Harry told her.
"My mother's a witch?" Buffy asked, confused. Harry rolled his eyes.
"I think that there's a powerful spell on her. Someone might have placed it on others as well. You said that she hasn't been acting normal, right?"
Buffy's eyes widened dramatically, and she rapidly nodded her head. "YES! That has to be it!" she said excitedly. "She's under a spell. URRRGH! I should have realized it!" she growled out. Harry rubbed her shoulder. "But what can we do?" she asked, turning back to him.
"I'm not sure. Whatever this magic is, I'm unfamiliar with it, and I don't think that it's human. I think it might be from a demon." Buffy gasped. It made perfect sense to her. Now she just needed to find this demon and introduce it to her fists.
Harry closed his eyes and scanned it. It was a few seconds before he opened his eyes. "I won't be able to counter it with my magic. I think the safest way to remove it from your mother is for my magic to overwhelm it," Harry explained.
"Do whatever you need to do!" Buffy told him. "I need to go tell Giles and figure out what to do about this demon," she said hotly, with fire in her eyes. Harry suddenly felt bad for this demon.
"Okay. I'll do my best," Harry told her. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.
"I know you will. I'll see you soon hopefully," she said before going to her window and jumping out of it. Harry silently crept back downstairs. As he studied her mother who was sitting at a desk going over some paperwork, he tried to figure out the best way to do it. Simply hitting her with spells was way too dangerous. Non-magical people's bodies weren't created to cope with large amounts of magic hitting them. The safest way was for his magic to naturally flow into her … like it did when he and Buffy were … "Oh, dear!" he squeaked quietly.
He took a deep breath and stood tall and proud. "A man's got to do what a man's got to do!" he told himself and went to talk to the MILF. As she saw him, she smiled and stood up to greet him. Harry and Joyce got along pretty well if he did say so.
Harry in the Hellmouth
"The power of my magic compels you!" Harry groaned out as he thrust his hips forward again.
"Oh, God! YES! It compels me!" she screamed in rapture as her thighs squeezed him tightly. She suddenly remembered that she had a MOO meeting, but she damn sure didn't want to leave his embrace so soon. Especially not when his massive cock was hitting her g-spot so wonderfully. When he hit it again, Joyce came again and arched her back. Her eyes fluttered as Harry's mouth attached to her hard nipple.
As her body spasmed and thrashed around, she asked herself why she was wasting her time on such a ridiculous cause when she could be spreading her legs for this young stallion. MOO was a stupid name anyway, she thought as Harry's lips left her crinkled nipple and left a trail of fire down her belly until his mouth found her clit. He grabbed her around the backs of her thighs and lifted her up in the air, showing off his manly power. Joyce wailed in delight as her back hit the wall, and she steadied herself by placing her hands on the ceiling. Looking down, she could see a mess of black hair trapped between her thighs as he licked and slurped on her dripping twat. When his tongue began vibrating and shooting off sparks of his magic, Joyce screamed at the top of her lungs as pussy juice sprayed out and drenched him in her essence.
"I'M COMPELLED!" was all that she could say as the magic was broken.
Chapter 12
Joyce didn't know what had come over her. Over the last week or so, her mission in life had suddenly become crystal clear. The world was infested with the foulest creatures to have ever walked the planet … practitioners of magic. After the brutal murder of those poor kids, she knew what she had to do. But after tonight, she wasn't so sure anymore. In fact, there were things that rapidly rose up her priority list. For one thing, getting to know Buffy's friend Harry a little bit better. He seemed like a nice young man.
"OH, GOD!" Joyce cried out as she arched her back, stuffing as much of her perky breast into his mouth as she could possibly fit. Just his tongue tickling her nipple alone was enough to drive her into a passionate frenzy. Joyce had never been one to jump from guy to guy. She had spent years with her former husband only for their relationship to end in divorce. After that, she had had a handful of short-term boyfriends that never seemed to stick around, especially since moving to Sunnydale. Needless to say, she hadn't had her socks blown off in quite a while. There was that incident with Giles and the band candy, but she didn't remember it very well. The magic involved kind of clouded her memories of it. Her night with Harry so far would be one that she would never forget. She could guarantee that.
She looked down and saw her hard, little nipple trapped between his puckered lips. He sucked on it hard and gave it a hard tug. She shuddered as her breast stretched as he pulled his head back. Finally, when her breast would no longer stretch, he let it go and let it snap back into place. Immediately her pussy tingled wildly. As he felt her body tremble, he chuckled merrily and rolled her over until she was straddling his waist. He gave her ass a hard slap which made her gasp. Joyce wasn't the wild type. From her past experiences, sex was always nice and pleasant and done in the missionary position. There definitely hadn't been any spanking involved. Another hard slap on her ass made her snap out of her thoughts. A fierce blush covered her lovely cheeks. She looked down and saw that his cock was resting right between her plump pussy lips. While her lips were hairless, her mound had a trimmed patch of brown pubic hair on it that looked nice and tidy. An intense bolt of pleasure rushed up her spine as Harry's hand slid up her belly and over her tit. Her pretty eyes fluttered as she fell forward and barely caught herself by gripping his muscular pecs. As if on autopilot, her body started moving before she even made the decision. Joyce's hips rolled back and forth as she ground on him. Her wet lips encased the underside of his shaft while she massaged him with her body.
She caught Harry's eyes as he stared up at her. Joyce blushed deeply and bit her lip before turning her head in embarrassment. The embarrassment didn't stop her body from moving. Her hands began fondling her own tits, massaging them, and playing with her incredibly hard nipples. Harry helped out by moving his hand down to her mound and using his fingers to rub slow circles over her throbbing clit. Joyce threw her head back and moaned like never before. Suddenly, Harry pulled her body down so that she was pressed against him. He captured her sweet lips in a passionate kiss while thrusting his hips. She squealed loudly into his mouth as she was penetrated all the way to the cervix. The head of his cock mashed into her cervix wall, creating a wonderful mix of pain and pleasure. Pulling her head back, she broke the kiss so that she could properly breathe. Her breaths were coming in ragged and heavy with every thrust of his magnificent cock. Pleasured squeaks and squeals left her mouth and were nearly muffled by the loud clapping of his hips colliding with her fleshy ass. When he attached his lips to the underside of her neck and began to suck while his shaft stimulated her sensitive g-spot, Joyce had had enough.
Her mature body began quivering uncontrollably while her pussy tightened to unheard-of levels. It was as if her body could feel every ridge and bump on his wonderful cock as it sawed back and forth between her tightened lips. Joyce was forced to roll off of him. The pleasure was too intense for her to handle. She flopped around as her pussy contracted and leaked her juices down her legs. She had no idea that she had lit a fire that wouldn't be extinguished until Harry was fully sated. Her eyes bugged out when he grabbed her hips and lifted her ass high into the air. She tried to push herself up using her hands, but Harry put his hand in the middle of her back and forced her upper half back down. Only her ass was up in the air as he settled behind her. Her pussy was still cumming violently as Harry forced her knees apart. With her pussy open to him and her asshole exposed, all she could do was bite down on the pillow as he shoved his monstrous meat back into her fluttering hole. Her screams of pleasure echoed throughout the house.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry was trying to catch his breath as he opened the door to Buffy's room. He was surprised to see her standing there with her arms crossed over her chest and tapping her foot. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"My mother?" she asked incredulously. Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"The demon's grip was tight! It was a struggle to break the spell," he confessed with ragged breathing. "It took the better part of an hour," he told her.
"You've been in her room for seven hours!" she scoffed, clearly annoyed.
"Seven?" he asked, surprised. "Man … Time flies when you're …" he suddenly stopped when she looked at him.
"When you're what? Having fun?" she raised her eyebrow again.
"I didn't say that," Harry said, sitting on her bed and trying to hide the naughty smile that threatened to appear on his handsome face.
"Did you at least break the spell?" she whined as she sat next to him.
"Of course I did. I ain't no rookie. Now, do you have some Gatorade or something?" I'm a bit parched."
"Go buy your own Gatorade, you pervert," she huffed, crossing her arms again while also crossing her legs. Harry smirked. He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. Buffy pretended that she wasn't interested, but didn't stop him when he lifted her up and sat her on his lap. She also didn't smack his hand away when he was feeling up her jean-covered leg.
"In all seriousness, it was the easiest and safest way. You should know better than anyone how my magic can affect someone's body. Once it was broken, I figured that I should at least show her a good time," he smiled devilishly as he nuzzled the side of her neck with his nose. When her body broke out in goosebumps, he knew that he had her right where he wanted her.
"Fine," Buffy huffed before wiggling around to get comfortable. "But don't make a habit of it."
"I'll try," he replied as his hand slid up the back of her shirt. She shivered as his fingertips traced the length of her spine. "What did Giles say?"
"What?" she asked. The sensation of her bare back being played with was drawing her attention away from the conversation.
"Giles … The demon … Your mom?" he specified.
"OH!" She suddenly remembered. "He's looking into it. Whenever he finds something, he'll let me know."
"Good. Alright, I need to go. I've got plenty of work that needs to be done," he told her, standing up and lifting her with him. Buffy kept her arms wrapped around the back of his neck. She didn't seem to want to let go.
"Hey! What about me? I may have to fight this unknown demon. I could use a little boost in power," she told him as her legs wrapped around his waist. Harry chuckled at the horny, young woman.
"You have to go on patrol in a couple of hours. I'll meet you at the cemetery and join you. After that, I'll spend the night here with you. How about that?" he asked as he nipped at her chin, making her mewl.
"Sounds good," Buffy moaned as Harry squeezed her ass. She reluctantly let him go and counted the minutes until they could finish the day in her warm bed.
Harry in the Hellmouth
The night was chilly and dark as he skulked through the brush. Harry did his best to not make any noise, but the occasional rustle of leaves or twig snapping was unavoidable. Every noise made him swivel in his hyper-aware state, but they mostly turned out to be squirrels scampering across the tree branches. Being so close to a graveyard, he had to be very careful. Vampires loved hanging around the depressing areas. That night though, he wasn't hunting vampires.
"Ow!" Xander hissed. "I think I twisted my ankle," he whispered. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Shh!" Buffy loudly quieted him. She then turned to Giles who was slowly stalking forward right next to her. "Are you sure that this is the place?"
"I'm not sure of anything. I'm just following any scraps of information that we can get our hands on. If this is indeed the demon behind the 'Hansel and Gretel' fairytale, then it only makes sense if it lives in the woods. These are the only decent-sized woods in Sunnydale," he explained.
"Shh!" This time it was Harry who shushed them. "Did you hear that?" he asked, turning his head to try and hear better. He could have sworn that he heard a very quiet growl.
"No, but I certainly smelled it," Xander choked out, waving his hand in front of his face and turning to Giles. "Did you eat baked beans again, G-Man?"
"That wasn't me, you imbecile. The wind just shifted," Giles told them, looking into the wind.
"It smells like rotting flesh," Buffy said, wrinkling her nose at the smell.
What felt like a hammer hitting his face made lights flash behind his eyes as Harry's body flew about ten feet. His back slammed into a thick tree trunk, and he collapsed in pain. Harry hissed as he shook his head, trying to clear the ringing in his ears. He looked over and saw Giles get knocked out by some horrid-looking beast as Buffy stepped up to take a shot. Xander did his best to pull Giles to safety while Buffy exchanged punches and kicks with the ugly monster. Seeing that Buffy's back was turned to him, Harry held this wand out and yelled, "LUMOS!"
With as much power as he could use, the wand tip lit up and made their area of the woods seem like daytime. Harry got his first good look at the monster. It was humanoid in form and tall. Parts of his body were skinny, while other parts were flabby and out of shape. Its face was old and wrinkled with patches of discolored skin. It had long, pointed ears and eyes that were blazing red. Its grotesque mouth had two boar-like tusks sticking up from the bottom jaw. On its head and body were patches of thin, wispy gray hair. As his light hit the beast, it reared back and screamed in pain. It covered its eyes and squealed in pain as Harry cut the light. Buffy took the opportunity and shoved her knife right into its brain. The demon let out one last pitiful cry before falling forward.
Buffy was suddenly at his side, helping him to his feet. "Alright there?" she asked. "You took one hell of a punch," she stated the obvious.
"That thing was stronger than it looked," he defended himself.
"Here, here!" Giles said, limping up with his glasses crooked.
In Harry's opinion, Buffy looked just a tad too happy to see him get his ass kicked.
"C'mon, Macho Man," Buffy smiled. "Let's get you home and washed up," she teased.
"Can you at least dress like a sexy nurse?" Harry asked while Buffy brushed the leaves from his back.
"Do you want to get punched again?" Buffy joked as they started walking out of the woods. Xander helped Giles back to the car while Harry and Buffy disappeared with a pop.
Chapter 13
Harry was in the fight of his life. He grabbed the brute and tried his best to match their strength, but it was no use. He was flipped over and pinned down.
"Oh, FUCK!" Faith cried out as her hips rolled faster and faster. Pushing down hard on his chest, she ground on him before leaning forward and bouncing her shapely ass. Harry took the opportunity to kiss her deeply. Faith happily returned the kiss with equal amounts of enthusiasm. Deciding to help her, he reached his hands behind her and grabbed her tight ass. Spreading her cheeks apart, he moved his hands up and down, making her bounce faster and faster.
"I'm thinking about taking a trip!" she choked out, pushing herself to a sitting position. She threaded her fingers through her long, dark brown hair and lifted her arms up. Harry's hands slid up her smooth sides and cupped her perky breasts. He could feel her shudder against him as his thumbs rubbed her hard nipples. Her hips started moving in a circular pattern as she drove herself down on him. His cock slammed into her cervix, causing her to cry out.
"Where to?" Harry asked, moving his hands away from her breasts and down to her thighs. The soft skin of her thighs was incredibly smooth. He loved caressing her body, especially when she was in the act of pleasuring him. He let his fingers glide over her and moved them up to her wide hips.
"Don't know. Maybe a road trip," she gasped. "I just bought my car, and I'm sure it's good enough to make the long trip."
Like Buffy, Faith had been getting paid for any slayings that led to money being made. Instead of spending it on clothes, shoes, bags, and whatnot like a certain blonde, perky Slayer, Faith saved her money and bought a decent, used car. Harry wasn't shocked by this. Faith grew up poor, so she wasn't used to having nice things all the time. She could easily go without. He was glad that she was putting that money to good use. When Harry didn't reply, she continued.
"I've never had a real vacation," she said and suddenly stopped riding him. She breathed heavily while looking down at him. "Do you think B will be mad at me for leaving her holding the bag for a while?" Harry smiled at her and pulled her down. Faith rested her head on his chest while he rubbed her smooth back.
"She'll be fine. I'll pull some double duties to make up for it," he promised. He felt Faith kiss his chest before pushing herself back up.
"Thanks a ton!" she chirped before using her Slayer strength to squeeze her pussy tightly around him. She giggled when he groaned like a madman. She then used her Slayer stamina to pound his hips into the mattress.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry was going through the many books in the Sunnydale public library. People would be surprised how many actual spell and ritual books made their way into the library. As people often did in Sunnydale, they were brutally murdered by some horrid creature, and it was up to their family members to decide what to do with their stuff. As such, it wasn't out of the ordinary for their books to be donated to the library. Harry found a few that he went on to sell in his catalog. After flirting with the middle-aged librarians for a while, they eventually agreed to let him go through any new boxes of donations that they received. He had received a call not long after finishing with Faith.
She confessed that she had saved a decent amount for her planned trip, and hoped to spend at least several months visiting all the places that she had dreamed about seeing. She seemed a bit embarrassed when she admitted that, as if a girl like her didn't deserve to have dreams. He often felt bad that she had such a crappy life growing up. It was something they had in common. Harry encouraged her to go, have fun, and see everything that she wanted to see. He made her promise to take plenty of pictures. She agreed and would be spending the next few days getting ready to leave.
"Here you go," the librarian used her key to open the door to the storage area. The storage room was located on the lower level of the library. It was an area that hardly anyone ever went to, even though there were plenty of books there. She pushed the door open and smiled at him. Harry winked at her.
"Thanks, sexy!" he said. She giggled like a schoolgirl and walked off, peeking back at him periodically. Once she was gone, Harry stopped smiling and shuddered.
"You're such a man-whore!" came a voice from around the corner. It made Harry jump in surprise. Around the corner came a cute redhead.
"Willow!" Harry cried out, holding his chest. "You scared the shit out of me!" he said, trying to calm his breathing.
"Sorry!" she chirped. "But I'm not letting you check out all these books without me here!" she said with finality. Harry was confused.
"How did you know I was here?" he asked.
"You called Buffy to tell her that you would be a little late picking her up from school because the librarian called you. I was with her when you called," she confessed.
Harry had called the school library to have Giles pass along a message, but luckily, Buffy was there at the time.
"But shouldn't you still be at school with Buffy?" She looked a bit shy and embarrassed.
"I left early … BUT I already have enough credits to graduate, so technically I don't even need to be in school!" she tried to convince him. Harry rolled his eyes at her.
"Relax. I'm not your mother. I'm not gonna freak out if you cut class," he told her, going into the room. Willow followed him in.
"Good," she sighed in relief. "I was a bit worried."
Harry whistled in appreciation. "There's a decent amount of books today!" Harry said, walking over to one of over a dozen cardboard boxes that were crammed full of books. He pulled one out and dropped it on the table. It was just an ordinary book. Willow joined him and started pawing through another box.
"Do you think we'll find any good ones today?" she asked him. Harry shrugged.
"Maybe. I found one last time. It was called the Light of Draguf or something like that. I sold it for a hundred and fifty bucks," Harry bragged.
"You should have let me read it first," she whined, continuing to go over the piles of books.
"You didn't miss anything. It was pretty boring. No magic spells or potions or anything," he told her.
"Still …"
"If you're that desperate, I always make a magical copy of any book that I find before selling it. It goes straight into my private collection," Harry admitted. Her eyes widened.
"You have a private collection?!" she asked, feeling scandalized that she hadn't been told. Harry chuckled.
"It's nothing to brag about. The one in the school library is a lot bigger. Even so, you can go through them later." Willow smiled and nodded. They quieted down and got to work. Harry had to be done in a little over an hour so that he could go pick up Buffy from school.
The minutes passed, and Harry found nothing. Box after box was checked, and he came up empty-handed. Willow, on the other hand, was checking out a book that had potential.
With a rapidly beating heart, she flipped through its pages. She didn't want to declare it a proper spellbook just yet, but it was looking that way. Flipping the page again, she found what appeared to be an incantation with some text underneath it. Unfortunately, she couldn't read Latin very well. She read the incantation.
"Amor et passio nobis accidit," she whispered. Willow squeaked in shock when a pink mist left her mouth and began floating around the small, enclosed room. "Uuuuum … Harry!" she said in a nervous and warbling voice. When Harry turned around, the mist separated into two. One cloud shot into his open mouth and the other into hers. Immediately, their pupils dilated.
"What the …" Harry gasped as he shook his head. His brain was suddenly feeling quite airy. He looked over at Willow to make sure that she was okay. When their eyes locked, he suddenly felt a stirring deep in his belly and a twitch in his pants. His body acted on its own. He moved up to her and placed his hands on the gentle curves of her waist. Willow gasped and touched his muscled shoulders.
"I was thinking …" Harry said, breathing heavily. "The books can wait."
"I was thinking the same thing," she replied in a shuddered voice. All she could think about was having his hands on her body and his lips against hers. She didn't need to wait long. Her head tilted back as his leaned down. When his lips touched hers, she let out the deepest and most desperate moan that she ever had. Almost instantly, their tongues were slipping and sliding over one another while she was trying to tear his shirt off. He lifted up his arms and let her remove his t-shirt before he grabbed the button of her jeans. Feeling her pants being pulled down, she shimmied her hips as he lowered them. Once at thigh level, Harry knocked the books off of the table loudly and placed her on it. Her shoes were tossed away as he harshly tugged her jeans off of her soft, smooth legs. Willow's legs were already spreading as she lay back.
"YES!" she gasped as his face pressed against the suddenly soaked crotch of her panties. Grabbing the back of his head, she smeared her juices all over his mouth and face. Willow couldn't stop herself from acting that way. She needed what Buffy had been getting all these months. Her eyes fluttered as Harry wrapped his lips around the little bump in her panties and sucked hard. Her clit was hit with sudden and intense pleasure while her fingers played with his messy, black hair. Only a moment later, her wet panties were peeled away, exposing her wet slit that was covered with a light coating of peach fuzz. Her back arched as he dove back in. His mouth surrounded her engorged clit while sucking hard. His hands caressed the insides of her pale, smooth thighs. Meanwhile, Willow's hands had crept underneath her shirt and bra, and she was massaging her sensitive tits. "More!" she cried out as his tongue scooped up the wetness that was pooling between her plump and puffy lips. She heard his pants being taken off just before he grabbed her hips and lifted her up.
Willow let out a loud, girlish squeal as she was lifted into the air. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her bra was the next to go. She was now only wearing a pair of socks while Harry held her by her ass. She felt his massive cock rubbing against her inflamed pussy just before he thrust his hips forward and penetrated her all the way to the cervix. A scream left her mouth as Harry began fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Her legs and arms were tightly wrapped around him while he carried her over to the wall. Pinning her against it, Harry kissed her deeply and passionately while repeatedly brutalizing her g-spot. The perverse sounds of sex filled the small room, and the scent of their actions was making her head spin. Willow bit down on his shoulder as her insides grasped him tightly. "H-Harry! It's … I …" she choked out. Harry responded by holding her hips tightly and powerfucking her in the middle of the room.
Willow screamed as fluid began to spray from her cumming pussy. She squeezed Harry tightly as lights flashed in the backs of her eyes. Her juices were sprayed all over the walls, table, and books as Harry pushed in deeply and seeded the young witch. Her body spasmed out of control as he clung to him, breathing wildly. Once they were done cumming, it seemed that the spell finally broke. She looked at him and blushed harder than she ever had before. Dropping off of him, she covered her pussy and breasts.
"Willow Rosenberg!" she heard a loud gasp. She turned around and paled. The librarians that she greatly respected were looking at them in complete shock. All she could do was give them a little wave.
Harry in the Hellmouth
"Banned for life?!" Buffy called out as Harry and Willow told her why they were late. "For what?" What could Willow have possibly done to get kicked out of the public library, and why was she blushing madly?
"Public lewdness and the sexual desecration of private property?" Xander read the citation that was sticking out of the spellbook that they had taken with them. Giles sputtered and looked at the pair. Buffy looked shocked, and Xander looked confused.
"I-It wasn't my fault! It was the spell! The book I mean!" she stuttered, pointing at the book accusingly. Giles cleared his throat and looked through the book until he found the page that Willow had described.
"This is a spell that was once used by nervous newlyweds to help … umm … jumpstart the romance, shall we say," Giles told them. Buffy turned her wide eyes to her best friend. Willow hid her face in her hands while Harry didn't look embarrassed at all.
"Yes … Well … Um … Let's just be more careful in the future, shall we?" Giles said and walked away from the embarrassing situation.
"I told you he was good," Buffy whispered as she examined Willow's rumpled clothes and messed-up hair while Harry led them outside to his Jeep.
"Buffy!" she cried out in embarrassment as they walked down the halls of Sunnydale High.
Chapter 14
The book snapped shut as Harry finished for the day. He drained the rest of the room-temperature tea from his cup before placing it back on the saucer. He waved his hand and the cup and saucer were cleaned. He waved his hand again causing them both to float back to the kitchen where they placed themselves in the cabinet.
The spellbook that they had taken from the library was certainly interesting. As much as he wanted to sell it, he felt that some of the spells were a little too risky to be let out in public. As such, he would add the book to his private collection. He put the book in his desk drawer and locked it up. Getting up, he went over to his room and quietly opened the door. He smiled at Cordelia's sleeping form. He took a moment to perv on the sight of her exposed breasts as the sheets were pulled low. Cordelia preferred to sleep in his room with nothing on. Harry bit the bullet and allowed that to happen. It was a burden he was willing to shoulder. Through the darkness of the room, he could see the red, illuminated numbers of the bedside alarm clock. It was nearly midnight. Silently closing the door, he made sure that the front door was securely locked before apparating away.
In a nearby graveyard, Buffy just finished shoving a wooden stake through her second vampire. She coughed after inhaling a mouthful of vamp dust. "Gross!" she coughed. She was so distracted that she never noticed the fist flying at her until it hit her right in the face. Lights flashing behind her eyes, she stumbled back and caught a boot to the belly. Hitting the ground hard, she gasped for breath. Seeing a glint of steel, she rolled out of the way just as a sword pierced the grass right where she was before. She jumped to her feet and ducked under the swipe of a second sword. Buffy blocked the arm that was taking a third swipe at her and used both fists to knock both swords from the vampire's hands. The vampire growled angrily at her. Her punch was blocked, and she caught another fist in her belly. Doubling over, the vampire grabbed her in a bear-hug and leaned in menacingly.
Buffy grunted as she wildly thrashed in his grip, trying desperately to free herself. She watched helplessly as the discolored, sharp fangs got closer and closer to her exposed neck. Out of nowhere, she was dropped on her butt, and she watched the vampire struggle with wide eyes. His patterned tunic was pulled over his head and was strangling him as if by magic. When Harry jumped in and began punching the struggling vampire, Buffy wanted to laugh. His form wasn't the best, but he appeared to be having a lot of fun. She quickly got up and looked around for a weapon. Not seeing the swords, she grabbed her stake that was nearby. Running up to him, Buffy shoved her stake right into his heart, and he turned into dust a second later.
"You stole my kill," Harry accused, wiping the dust from his shirt.
"What can I say? You looked to be struggling … you know … will all the girlish flailing that you were doing," she teased him about his fighting style.
"Pffft! Chuck Norris wishes he had my moves," he told her as he looked around to make sure that the coast was clear.
"I'm sure," she snorted.
"You started early," he stated. She was supposed to wait until he arrived at midnight to begin her patrol. With Faith gone for the time being, Harry would step in and help out with patrols to give Buffy more free time. Graduation was approaching, and that meant one thing … end of the year tests.
"Couldn't help it," she responded. "I was waiting and was ambushed by a couple of vamps. I took care of those, no problem. This last one was stronger though," she admitted, still looking around for the swords.
"What are you looking for?" Harry asked.
"Two swords. The vampire attacked me with them. I knocked them from his hands during the fight," she explained.
"I don't see them," Harry said, looking around.
"That's a shame. They looked old. We could have sold them and put the money toward our new house," she told him. Harry smiled at her.
"So you agree to move in after graduation?" he asked. Buffy blushed and nodded. Harry already knew that she would, but it was nice having a confirmation so that he could plan accordingly. He grabbed her hips and pulled her in. Buffy happily pressed her body against his and leaned into his hug. She let his warmth envelop her, which felt great on that chilly night. She closed her eyes and sighed happily as he squeezed her tightly. After a moment, he kissed the top of her head and let her go. Buffy would much rather spend the night in his arms than have to go back to patrolling, but life wasn't fair as she was so often told.
"My mom isn't too pleased though. She thinks I'm too young to live with a boy," Buffy said, rolling her eyes. "She's so old-fashioned!"
"She wants you to stay at home?" Harry wondered.
"That or live on campus. Thankfully, there's no rule that freshmen have to stay on campus. That would suck," she said, threading her fingers through his as they began to leisurely stroll through the cemetery.
"I'll talk to your mum. I'm sure I can make her see reason," Harry said confidently.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Joyce listened to his pitch as she stood there in front of him.
"So by staying with me, I can keep her safe from all of the nasties that are running around this crumby town," Harry told her as her silk blouse was pulled from inside of her skirt. She gasped as his hands slid underneath her shirt, and his fingers tickled her belly as they climbed higher. As he reached her breasts, his fingertips slipped underneath the cups of her bra. Her body suddenly spasmed when his fingers touched her hard and aching nipples. It had been too long since she had felt his touch. She was quite happy when his treatment of her breasts became rougher and more demanding. His entire hands pushed the cups of her bra over her tits, and he started squeezing and groping them. Joyce couldn't help but rub her thighs together. Her pussy was so hot and wet.
She couldn't believe her luck. She was just coming home from work for a late lunch and instead, she was about to get some afternoon delight. He grabbed her body and directed her over to the couch. He placed his hand on her upper back and bent her over the back of the couch. Her skirt was bunched up until her panty-clad ass was exposed. Harry roughly pulled them down. "Don't worry Joyce, your daughter will be in good hands," he told her slyly as he cupped her dripping pussy with his palm. Her eyes fluttered when his thumb rubbed her tight, little asshole. "Don't you agree?" he asked, adding pressure to his thumb. Joyce squealed when it forced her hole open, and the tip of his finger pushed in. She was very glad that Buffy was still at school because at that moment, she felt his massive erection slip past her wet lips and hit her cervix. Joyce threw her head back and let out a high-pitched, shuddered moan.
"YES!" she screamed. "OH, GOD YES!" she cried out as Harry sculpted her insides with his thrusting cock.
I knew you'd see it my way," Harry smirked as he spanked her ass hard, leaving a red handprint across her rippling cheeks.
It was later in the day that Harry found himself in his warehouse, taking stock of his items. Their graduation was looming, and Harry still hadn't found a suitable home for them all. When he would eventually find one, he knew that it would be expensive, so he was pulling double duty to try and save enough. He heard the door bang open, and he looked up only to see Buffy coming in looking annoyed. "What's wrong this time?" he asked, amused.
"I've been sent another Watcher," she grumpily admitted.
"What's his name?" Harry asked, counting the number of hairs from a Haklar Demon that he had ready to sell.
"Something Fisher-Price," she told him.
"Like the toy company?" Harry asked, confused. With Buffy, you could never tell.
"I guess," she shrugged. "He's annoying."
"No doubt," he responded. "Just be careful around him until you know what he's about," he warned. Buffy nodded. She didn't need to be told twice. Suddenly, she smiled.
"My mom said it's okay if I live with you!" Buffy smiled and hugged him from behind. Harry chuckled. "She said that you convinced her. Thanks."
"My pleasure," Harry hid the smirk on his face. Harry turned around and kissed her deeply, which she happily reciprocated. Buffy suddenly broke the kiss.
"I forgot to mention it, but Willow has been acting strange lately," Buffy said, sounding worried for her best friend.
"Oh?" Harry said. Buffy nodded.
"She's been forgetful and distant. Sometimes I see her sitting there and staring off into space. Do you think that something's wrong with her?" Buffy asked.
"I don't know. Have you tried to talk to her?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Of course, I have! She just makes an excuse and runs away. Even Xander says that she's acting weird. I'm worried."
"And you want me to try and talk to her?" Harry wondered. Buffy nodded again.
"You're good at talking to people. Maybe you can find out what's wrong with her. Maybe it's magical or something. Maybe she's under some kind of demon spell like my mom was!" Buffy gasped. Harry calmed her down.
"How about I go see her now?"
"Perfect! I have to go anyway. The Fisher-Price guy wants to meet up so that he can impart his wisdom upon me," she said sarcastically. "Thanks, Harry!" she chirped, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck for a quick but passionate makeout session.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Willow was sitting in her room trying to read a book. Unfortunately, she couldn't concentrate and sat the book down for the dozenth time in the past hour. She let out a deep sigh and flopped back on her bed. Instantly, her mind wandered back to the same thing that she had been thinking about for the last few days … Harry.
Or more accurately, Harry's lips, his hands, his … Willow jumped in surprise as someone knocked on her door. Thinking that it was her mom, she got off her bed and opened the door. Her face suddenly turned pink when the boy that she had been daydreaming about was suddenly in front of her.
"H-Harry? What are you doing here?" she asked nervously. He just stood there and smiled.
"Buffy asked me to check on you. She's been worried about you. She said that you've been distant lately," he confessed. Willow looked embarrassed. "Can I come in?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh! Yeah, of course. Come in!" she squeaked, moving out of the way.
"I hope you don't mind, but I used a bit of magic on your mum. She'll be a bit confused for the next few hours, but she'll be fine after that. She won't even remember that I stopped by," he told her as he walked into her room and sat on her bed. All she could do was nod. Harry reached out and took hold of her hand. He pulled her in and sat her next to him. Willow's face was burning red at that point.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked her. Willow nodded silently. "Do you have a fever or something?"
Harry wasn't used to dealing with horny teenagers that just happened to be more on the prudish and innocent side. As such, he placed his hand on her cheek and caressed her hot skin. Willow shuddered and gasped, closing her eyes as his fingers danced over her soft skin. Her lip quivered when his fingertips brushed over her neck. Her nipples were hard and aching. Her pussy was wetter than it ever had been, and her clit was swollen and throbbing. Willow couldn't take it anymore. She threw herself on him and attacked his lips.
Harry's eyes turned wide as the redhead suddenly straddled his lap and fiercely kissed him. 'Maybe I can find out what's wrong with her later,' he thought as she pushed him down on her bed and used a spell to disintegrate his pants.
Chapter 15
"Willow! Dinner's almost ready!" Mrs. Rosenberg's voice rang out from down the hall.
"O-Okay, Mom!" Willow called back in a high-pitched voice. Immediately, her heart began to hammer in her chest, afraid that she was going to get caught. Laying on her back in the middle of her bed, she looked down to see a shock of messy, black hair between her parted legs. "Harry!" she whispered quietly as his tongue did incredible things to her body. When his lips wrapped around her swollen clit, Willow arched her back and moaned as quietly as possible. Harry chuckled and began kissing up her body. Willow squirmed as his tongue tickled her belly button. Her fingers threaded through his hair as his lips peppered her slim stomach and rose even higher still.
Since the incident when she accidentally cast a spell of lust on them, Willow hadn't been able to get that moment out of her mind. She had never felt anything like that before. The intensity of the pleasure that his body brought her was mind-blowing, and Willow understood why Buffy kept going back for more.
After the incident, Willow began feeling jealous of her Slayer BFF. Not the normal kind of jealousy that she normally felt. Sure, Buffy was very pretty and all the boys wanted her. That was something that Willow had dealt with since meeting the strange blonde. No, the jealousy that she felt this time went beyond that. Willow could deal with the fact that she was seen as the nerdy female in their group, but what she couldn't deal with was that on top of being blonde, beautiful, and a total badass that kicked some major butt, Buffy was also getting the most wonderful pleasure in the world, anytime she wanted. And the worst part was that because of her Slayer magic mixing with his, the pleasure was beyond what even Willow could feel. Once again, Willow rolled the dice of life and came up with snake eyes. That was why when Harry walked into her room, she wasn't going to let the opportunity pass her by. For once in her life, she was going to be greedy and selfish. She was going to have Harry, no matter what Buffy, Xander, or Oz had to say about it.
Willow's eyes fluttered as he lightly bit down on her nipple while he rubbed the other one with his thumb. They hadn't left the bed for over an hour, and Willow was hoping that she would be able to tempt him to stay the night. Unfortunately, her stupid mom was getting in the way. "My mom's going to come in and catch us!" she quietly cried out in slight pain as he nipped at her hard nub just a bit harder. He had discovered that she enjoyed a little bit of pain with her pleasure.
"That's a shame," he said, kissing her neck before kissing her soft lips. Willow melted into the kiss while rolling her hips. She could feel his hard length rubbing against her naked slit. "I was hoping we'd have a little more time together," he said, teasing her by moving his hand down to her clit and letting his magic wash over her lovely body.
Her eyes nearly bugged out when she felt his magic infuse her body. She couldn't imagine that Buffy had ever felt any more pleasure than she was feeling right at that moment. Fluids began leaking from her cumming pussy as she squealed into his mouth. Her body began bucking wildly as she experienced the greatest orgasm of her life. Her hips were thrusting back and forth as she desperately rubbed herself against the palm of his hand. The orgasm felt as though it had lasted a lifetime, but in reality, it must have only been a few minutes. "Willow?!" her mother called out again, making her jump.
"Be right there!" she yelled out and scrambled to her feet while her pussy was still contracting from the orgasm. While getting dressed, Harry's hand caressed her body thoroughly. She loved the way his hands played with the soft skin of her thighs before moving up her belly and cupping her breasts. "Can you come back later?" she quickly asked in a hushed tone. "Tonight I mean," she added.
"I suppose I can," Harry smiled down at her, his fingers toying with her rock-hard nipples. "What time?"
"My m-mom always goes to sleep at ten … So maybe at eleven?" she stuttered from the pleasurable sensation of having her nipples rolled as she pulled her panties up. She instantly felt them get wet and internally cursed. Now she would have to sit through dinner with uncomfortably wet panties on. Still, it was an annoyance that she was willing to endure for how good he made her feel.
"Alright … See you then," he said, spinning her around and kissing her passionately. Willow moaned into his mouth, wishing that she had her own place to live. Then he wouldn't have to ever leave, she thought naughtily as her pussy pulsed with wanton need. When he disappeared a moment later, she sighed and finished getting dressed before running downstairs.
Harry in the Hellmouth
With a few hours to kill, Harry decided to patrol the town and possibly clear out any unwanted guests to help Buffy a bit. It always amazed him how fast the crowds tended to clear out once the sun went down. He didn't know if it was the supposed high crime rates of the city that caused people to go missing constantly that made people avoid being out at night, or if they just instinctively knew that the area was dangerous. During his spare time, Harry would study not only the center of the town but the outskirts as well, hoping that he could get some of his questions answered. It seemed that the Hellmouth radiated dark and powerful magic into the surrounding area. He wasn't sure, but he would take a guess that their timidness to go out at night was part of the magic that was being produced by the unworldly gate. There were times when the magic was thick in the air. To him, it tasted sour and made his skin crawl when it was overly saturated. Harry was sure that the magic could also be felt by the citizens of Sunnydale, causing them to turn a blind eye or just make excuses for obviously supernatural events.
Harry heard some laughter and turned to look. A group of teens was walking down the street, oblivious to the dangers that the city could heap upon them at any moment. That was another observation that he had made. The younger they were, the less the magic affected them … or maybe it was that they just cared less. Teens were dumb after all. This particular group looked to be walking toward the Bronze. Harry hoped that they would make it there and back home safely. That, however, was a crap shoot.
He continued walking, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Once he was nearly at the cemetery, he saw a group of vampires that were dressed exactly like the ones that he and Buffy had had a run-in with the previous night. They were wearing the same colored and patterned tunic as before. The one in the front looked to be gleefully examining some type of amulet that was connected to a long, necklace chain. Anything that made a vampire that happy was definitely bad news. Harry held out his hand and summoned the amulet to him. The vampires cried out in shock and anger as it soared away from them. Running after it, they chased it until they saw it land right in Harry's palm.
The amulet was strange looking. It was flat and shaped like an arrowhead but crafted to look like a demon. The design looked old … and South American … perhaps from the times of the Mayans. It had two arms that curled down and rested against a blood-red gem of some sort.
"You'll be wise to hand that to me, human! I promise I'll make your death quick and painless," one of the vampires growled as it stopped in front of him. He was holding his hand out in front of him.
"And you are?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrow.
"I am Vincent of El Eliminati," he said proudly with his hand still sticking out.
"El Eliminati?" Harry asked, confused.
"A proud brotherhood who follows the Great One … Balthazar the Almighty!" he declared pompously.
"Never heard of him," Harry replied quickly.
"Insolence!" Vincent shouted. "Now your death will be slow and torturous!" he screamed angrily. As he was screaming, Harry summoned a sword into his hand and swung it hard and fast.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHG!" Vincent yelled as his hand flopped onto the floor. Holding his stump, he stumbled back in pain.
"Kill him!" he shouted. When Vincent saw a blast of fire shoot from the human's hand, setting one of his friends on fire, he put two and two together.
"A Warlock! Run!" he called out as more fire rained down on them. Another member of his brotherhood was turned to ash before they could fully escape. He only hoped Balthazar was a forgiving Master. When they were gone, Harry vanished his sword and walked over to the pile of ash. Bending down, Harry picked up two objects that had fallen. One was a sword and the other, a dagger. Both were crafted as a matching set with their ornate handles and hilt guards bejeweled with gems. Harry heard someone running up to him. He was about to hide the sword when he saw that it was Buffy. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Why is it that every time bad luck finds me, you're not far behind?" Harry teased her. Buffy didn't look very amused.
"I'm not in the mood, Harry. I have a new Watcher that's very annoying and sent me on a mission that I just failed. I can't wait to see his smug face when I tell him. I even had to hide inside of a tomb when a group of vamps decided to join my little excursion to find an amulet," she said, shuddering and brushing the grossness from her clothes.
"Is that why you smell like a fifty-year-old corpse?" Harry chuckled. Buffy didn't look too pleased. Deciding to take it easy on her, he carried on. "Relax, Buffy," he said and pulled out the amulet and tossed it to her.
"Just found a group of vamps celebrating their new find. I decided to take it from them … Even dusted a few," he told her. Buffy sighed.
"At least there's some good news tonight."
"Want me to take you home so you can shower? I'll continue patrolling for the next couple of hours," Harry asked her. Buffy smiled.
"A shower or twenty would be great," she said, reaching out for him. He took her hand and Apparated her home. "I'd kiss you in thanks but …"
"You smell like a fifty-year-old corpse," he finished her sentence. "Understood."
"I'm gonna smack you someday," she said, walking to her front door. Harry just laughed and disappeared.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Willow was sitting on her bed nervously, waiting for eleven o'clock to strike. She had finished her dinner as fast as possible without raising suspicion. After she was done, she excused herself and went upstairs to shower and wait. Now that it was nearly time, she was growing even more nervous. A soft cracking sound made her jump up from her bed. Standing there was the man that had been haunting her very naughty dreams as of late. She swallowed hard as he smiled and stalked up to her. Her body trembled as he reached out for her … First, placing his hands on her hips and giving them a squeeze. He then moved them upward, his fingers sliding underneath the hem of her shirt. Her body erupted in goosebumps as he gently grazed her soft, smooth skin. Harry leaned in, and Willow closed her eyes and tilted her head up. Instead of a kiss, he whispered in her ear.
"Are you ready for a very long and fun night?" She heard the teasing in his voice. Even so, she trembled as her head silently nodded. He threw out his hand, and Willow felt magic infuse the air.
"Wha…?" she was about to ask but was cut off by a deep and lustful kiss.
"A Silencing Charm," he answered as he pulled down her pajama pants, exposing her panties. Willow stepped out of them and quietly squealed as he lifted her into his arms before placing her on the bed. "Now you don't have to be quiet … because I plan on making you scream," he told her before capturing her lips in another very long and slow kiss.