Chapter 16
Willow's heart was hammering in her chest as her back hit her soft bed. She opened her mouth, but the only sound to come out was a soft shudder as Harry's soft lips found her belly button. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he peppered her lower belly with kisses. His hands tickling her ribs sent shivers down her spine. "How does that feel?" she heard him ask.
"N-Nice," she gasped as his tongue dipped into her belly button. His hands moved down her body and squeezed her pajama-clad thighs.
"Just nice?" he teased. She could feel his thumbs caressing the area very close to her pussy.
"Very nice?" she nervously countered, which made him chuckle. Suddenly, his hands gripped the waistband of her pajama pants, and he tugged them over her hips. Harry pushed them down her thighs until she helped kick them off. By then, Willow was so turned on that she was squirming and furiously rubbing her thighs together. Harry nipped at the delicate skin of her belly and made her squeak. His hands were all over her thighs. His fingertips caressed the skin behind her knees before moving up and over the tops of them. His fingers danced over her smooth skin until one hand slipped between her thighs and forced her leg open. Harry lifted his head up from her stomach and looked down at his prize. He then smirked at Willow who was sporting a deep blush across her pale cheeks.
"I've never seen a girl so turned on before," he told her with mirth dancing in his eyes. He looked down, and Willow's eyes followed his gaze. Between her legs and on her panties was the largest wet patch that she had ever had. Practically the entire crotch was soaked in her juices. The thin, cotton material was so drenched that it molded to the shape of her teenage pussy. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, the scent coming from between her legs was thick and heavy enough to fill the room. As soon as her pajamas had been pulled down, her entire bedroom smelled of sex. Willow wasn't exactly confident in her sexuality and was glad that Harry didn't seem to mind. Not only did he not mind, but it seemed that he enjoyed her womanly scent. His head dipped down, and he captured her panty-covered clit between his lips. He began sucking on it while one of his fingers moved up and down, gently tracing the shape of her slit. Willow let out a deep moan and arched her back. Unable to stop herself, she cupped her breasts and squeezed them tightly in her grip. With her t-shirt and bra on, the sensation wasn't the best, and she desperately wished that she had had the foresight to remove at least her bra before he came over. As such, she moved her hands down her stomach where she wanted to slip them into her panties. Harry, on the other hand, had a different idea.
His hands grabbed hers and he held them in place while he sucked hard on the crotch of her wet panties. Willow could hear him sucking the juices from the thin material. Her body bucked wildly from the sensation, but it wasn't enough for her. Her recent thoughts had been focused on nothing but the man in her bed. She needed him badly, and she needed him now. The power radiating from his body felt amazing as it caressed hers. From that alone, she could feel her nipples turn so hard that they were actually hurting as they pressed against the inside of her bra cups. The magic that was stored in her body and blood practically sang in joy as it mixed with his own potent power. As their magics mixed, the process began coaxing dozens of mini-orgasms from her body, making her squeak and squeal while her body thrashed around in pleasure. Willow couldn't take it anymore. She absolutely had to have it.
Harry quickly lifted his head as he felt the sudden surge of Willow's magic. He watched as the material of her panties quivered violently before it disintegrated into a thousand pieces. Her bald, wet pussy was exposed as she spread her legs open wide. She then lashed out with her magic again. Harry felt it wrap around his head and pull him in. Before he could even yelp, his face was mashed into her sopping-wet cunt. Willow immediately wrapped her legs around his head, trapping him against her. As though her body was acting on its own, her hips started bucking, and she ground herself all over his face. Within seconds, his nose, cheeks, and mouth were completely covered in her arousal as she continued to smear it all over him.
Willow's eyes fluttered wildly as Harry's tongue first tickled her puckered hole before sliding the length of her damp slit. When his lips touched her hard and aching clit, she squeezed her legs tighter, pulling his face closer.
"God … YES!" Willow screamed as she stuffed her clit into his mouth. She momentarily congratulated herself for remembering to shave when she took a shower earlier. The feeling of his warm tongue on her soft, hairless skin was orgasm-inducing. When he started sucking and wiggling his tongue against her hard bead, she flared her magic once again, and her shirt and bra ripped open, exposing her young, perky tits. This time when her hands moved up her slim belly and over her breasts, she could actually feel the crinkled hardness of her nipples as she began kneading her tits. Down below, she could only see a shock of messy, black hair trapped between her closed thighs as she bounced her hips and fucked his mouth.
Harry didn't mind in the least that he was basically being used as a sex toy. He pressed his tongue hard against her clit and activated his Parselmouth abilities. His rapidly vibrating tongue slithered over her clit and instantly drew an orgasm from her body. Willow opened her thighs and screamed again, squirting pussy juice all over his face and on her bed. She watched with wide eyes as a stream of liquid sprayed from her pussy and hit him in the face and on the chest, making her girl cum splash in all directions. Her body bucked and thrashed around until he used his strong muscles to pin her body down. When she looked down, she nearly came again when he sucked hard and pulled on her pussy lip with his mouth. Her little, pink flap extended from her body until he let it go. His mouth suddenly lowered, and she soon found herself with a tongue wiggling against her asshole and licking the rim.
Willow had never felt so naughty in her entire life. She had also never felt so sexy. She didn't mind that he was licking her in such a spot. On the contrary, she was quite enjoying it if she were being honest. The perverted sensation was making her belly do loops, and at that moment, Willow wasn't embarrassed to say that she wanted more. In fact, her magic was demanding it. With barely a thought, Harry was ripped from between her legs and forced to hover right above her. He didn't even look bothered by the act. He just smiled and asked, "Having a good time?" His face was glistening with her wetness. Burning with desire, her eyes darkened until they were nearly black. She swiped at him with her hand, and all of his clothes were shredded into tiny pieces. Now completely naked with his long, hard cock sticking straight out, Willow lowered him until he was on top of her. Before he could claim her lips in a kiss, she used her magic to flip them over. Pushing herself into a sitting position, Willow reached back and grabbed his thick shaft. Lifting up a bit, she rubbed his bulbous head between her plump lips over and over, moaning when it brushed against her throbbing clit. Placing the head right against her opening, she dropped down hard, taking him to the hilt. Throwing her head back with a loud scream, she trembled violently on top of him while a loud rumble of thunder was heard outside.
"Jesus!" Harry grunted as she dropped down on him. It seemed that his magic was doing a number on her just as it had with Buffy and Faith. 'Maybe it's because I'm not of this world?' he thought as Willow trembled, causing her lovely tits to jiggle. He decided that he might have a talk with Giles about the effect of his magic on this world. In the meantime, he gripped both of her jiggling breasts and squeezed them just as her insides squeezed his shaft. He felt her walls flutter every time his thumbs flicked over her hard nipples. It wasn't long before Willow lifted up and then dropped back down. A loud, wet, squelching sound erupted as he sank back into her sodden depths. The heat from her insides was incredible, and her slick walls had him close to cumming after only a few bounces on his cock. Her amazing pussy felt tighter than the first time he claimed her body.
"Squeeze them harder!" Willow practically growled as he palmed her perky breasts. Doing as she said, he squeezed them hard enough to hurt. She shuddered and her insides hugged him tightly. He really didn't know what had gotten into her. Before she was a shy girl unsure of her sexual appeal. Now she was asking him to hurt her. Deciding to test the waters a bit more, he let go of her tits and slapped them hard. Willow squealed like a pig and began rolling her hips in a circle. He could feel his lap becoming drenched in her fluids. Harry leaned up and bit down on her nipple hard enough to hurt but not enough to cause damage. He slid one hand down her back and over her ass. While she fucked him like there was no tomorrow, he let his fingers dip in between her cheeks. His fingertip found her asshole, and he started to rub it. Pressing down hard enough to almost slip inside, Harry pushed some of his magic directly into her puckered hole. Willow squealed loudly as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her hips were practically a blur as she expertly rode him.
Harry moaned into her cleavage as her pussy milked his cock, trying desperately to make him cum. Sucking hard on her sweat-dampened skin, he continued to leave hickeys all over her bare tits and inside the valley between them.
Willow, meanwhile, had nearly lost her mind with pleasure. She clearly wasn't of sound mind as she bounced her bottom and produced sweaty smacking sounds as her ass cheeks clapped together and rippled from Harry's brutal upward thrusts. His finger against her tight hole was making her eyes roll into the back of her head. She thrust her chest out as he was attempting to devour her breasts whole. Wrapping her arms around the back of his head, she pulled him into her chest. With his face buried deep in her cleavage, her creaming pussy tightened so hard that it nearly choked his fat cock. Just then, his finger slipped knuckle-deep into her asshole. Willow felt his power flow through her body. Her back arched and her pussy fluttered around him. She vaguely heard him moan deeply as he began filling her with his seed. Willow didn't care about that though. All she cared about was the sudden flood of power that she had drained from him. She threw her head back and screamed as the whites of her eyes became black. A jet of magic erupted from her open, screaming mouth and punched a hole straight through her roof. With pieces of wood and shingles falling around them, Willow stopped screaming and snapped out of her sudden psychosis. She sat on his lap, her body trembling as Harry kissed up her chest and ended with his lips on hers. Willow moaned as he sucked on her tongue while pulling his finger from her ass. When he broke the kiss, she was left breathing heavily. As a piece of sheet rock fell down with a loud thump on her floor, both of them looked up at the carnage that they had created.
"Ummm … Whoops?" Willow said, looking more than a little sheepish as the neighbors began gathering outside to talk about the strange beam of light that some of them had witnessed.
Chapter 17
Buffy's back arched violently as she came hard. Her thighs squeezed together tightly, drawing a pained cry from her lover.
"Careful, Buffy!" Harry complained from between her legs. "You're going to crush me."
"S-Sorry!" she choked out as she blinked away the white that was threatening to cloud her vision. Her insides continued to flutter around the magnificent cock buried deep inside of her. She smiled cutely and mewled sexily as Harry nipped at her neck while his hips began slowly thrusting again. Buffy opened her legs wider, allowing him further access to her body. 'After a day like today, I deserve it,' she thought to herself as he hit one of her most favorable spots.
"I forgot to ask …" Harry moaned into her neck. Her strong Slayer muscles were gripping his pole tightly, trying to keep him inside of her. "How did you deal with Baltha-Whatever the Almighty Turd?" he asked before trailing her collarbone with soft kisses. Buffy's skin erupted in goosebumps. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him tightly against her. Capturing his lips, she kissed him deeply for a few minutes before letting him continue to pleasure her.
"Turned him into pink, flabby soup," she chirped happily.
"Sounds gross," Harry replied, repeatedly hitting her g-spot. Buffy could feel another orgasm creeping up. Her lower belly was beginning to coil, and her breathing intensified.
"You're telling me!" she squealed and thrashed around. Just as before, her vision was beginning to go white from the massive orgasm she was experiencing. When she came to, she was on her belly with her ass high up in the air. Looking over her shoulder, she could see Harry hovering above, thrusting deeply into her. The clap of her skin filled her little bedroom quickly, followed by her whorish moans of pleasure as she buried her face in her bed.
Harry in the Hellmouth
It was late by the time Harry exited Buffy's room. The blonde was fast asleep, and Harry was hoping that he would be too as soon as he got home. He began walking down the hall when he accidentally stepped on a squeaky floorboard. The board squeaked loudly, and he immediately heard someone get out of bed. Within seconds, Joyce's door opened up, and Harry stood there looking at her face-to-face. A sexy smirk crossed her lovely, mature face.
"Let me guess. You came here for a late-night booty call?" she asked, clearly sleepy, but she was awake enough to bite her lower lip sexily while using her finger to tug down on the front of her nightie. The valley between her breasts was greatly exposed. Harry's eyes followed the trail between her supple tits.
"You caught me," Harry lied, smiling sexily at her. Joyce smirked and reached out. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulled him into her room. The door shut behind them.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away," she said sultrily, grabbing the bottom of her nightie and tugging it over her head. Her nude body was exposed. She turned to him and shook her chest, making her tits jiggle and jump. She then turned and crawled onto the bed on all fours. She spread her knees wide apart and arched her back. Reaching underneath herself, she used two fingers to spread her damp lips. Harry could see the pink of her insides even with the lights down low. He had noticed that ever since he began a physical relationship with her, Joyce had been acting differently. Not a bad difference, mind you. She was acting more confident and dressing sexier. The difference wasn't greatly noticeable, but Harry certainly did. Her skirts were a bit shorter, and her blouses were a bit tighter. She even had her top buttoned one button lower than before. She was wearing makeup and perfume more often, and even that night, she was wearing a sexy nightie even though she didn't have a man with her. Before, she would have just worn pajamas. Harry wasn't complaining, though. It was a welcome change.
Harry's clothes were off within seconds. He settled in behind her and placed the tip of his hard cock at her entrance. Still slick with her daughter's juices, Harry easily sank in, making her moan just as he made Buffy moan only minutes before.
Harry in the Hellmouth
"So, what were you doing last night?" Willow asked Buffy as they sat on the grass outside of Sunnydale High. "I called you and got no answer."
Willow was lying on her belly, using her magic to spin a pencil. With barely a thought, she made it dance with much greater precision than she ever had before. After Harry had left her bed two nights ago, Willow felt his power flowing through her body. The feeling of his power within her was a rush. Her entire body tingled pleasantly as their two types of magic mixed. The result was a massive boost in power and control for her. It had only happened once, and she was already addicted to the feeling. Sadly, she could feel the power draining from her body. To be fair, she had been using magic almost nonstop since her sudden boost. It wasn't shocking that she was starting to run low.
"Sorry, Will …" Buffy smiled. Willow could see the pink tinge on her pale cheeks. "... but Harry was visiting."
"Oh … OH!" Willow's eyes went wide. "You mean VISITING visiting," she said. It wasn't a question.
"Yeah," she sighed happily. Willow saw how smiley she was today. While she should be happy, in truth, all she could feel was envy. It seemed that Buffy could have him any time she wanted. 'Well … What about me?' she thought, annoyed at being left out of the equation.
"I needed the boost. I've got that stupid Slayer evaluation from the weasel," Buffy admitted.
"Wesley isn't that bad," Willow said absentmindedly while rolling her eyes.
"You're not the one who has to deal with him every day," Buffy pouted. Willow was staring off into the distance while continuing to make her pencil dance. When she didn't respond, Buffy waved her hand in front of her best friend's face. Willow jumped in surprise.
"What's going on with you?" Buffy asked, looking concerned. Willow shook her head. Her face began to feel hot as she thought about that night with Harry. The way he kissed her … The way he touched her … "Willow!" Buffy called out. Willow jumped again.
"What?" Willow asked in a shaky voice. Buffy huffed.
"Why are you suddenly acting so spacey?"
Willow wasn't sure how to broach the subject. She cleared her throat.
"The boost that Harry gives is quite nice, isn't it?" Willow peeked out of the corner of her eye at Buffy.
"Yeah, it's incred…" Buffy suddenly stopped and turned her head slowly. She stared at Willow whose face was flaming red. "You and Harry?" she asked, her mouth hanging open.
"It was an accident!" she declared. "At first," she added, embarrassed.
"Wow, Willow!" Buffy said, impressed. "I didn't know you had it in you."
"It wasn't my fault!" Willow blurted out. "We ran into each other, and I accidentally cast a spell that was in a book. It was a spell that induced lust," she explained, her face was tomato red.
"And then?" Buffy asked, scooting closer so they didn't have to talk so loud.
Willow had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. She wouldn't talk to anyone but Buffy about this kind of stuff. "He came to see me the other night."
Buffy's face scrunched up. "You mean when I told him to go check on you? You were acting all distracted and weird."
"I don't know … I guess," she stuttered, trying to hide her face.
"So … How was it?" Buffy teased with a shit-eating grin. "Amazing, right?" She could see Willow's red ears. "Come on! Tell me!" Willow uncovered her face.
"So you're not mad about me and him … um … you know …?" Buffy shook her head.
"At this point, I'm kind of used to sharing. He's already doing it with Cordelia and was doing it with Faith before she left. I like the idea of being free to do whatever I want while still having someone to fall back on," Buffy explained. "It doesn't hurt that he's amazing in bed," she added, staring off into space with a dopey expression on her pretty face.
"Yeah … Amazing," Willow agreed as she too stared off into space, daydreaming about Harry manhandling her into bed and tearing off her clothes. She had just pictured him spreading her legs and sinking deep within her when her spinning pencil shot away with a loud crack. She squeaked when it impaled itself into the trunk of a nearby tree. She and Buffy looked at each other and began giggling like the school girls that they were.
Harry in the Hellmouth
"Are you Klekmourc?" Harry asked the slimy pink demon that was seated in Willy's bar.
"I am," he wheezed in response. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a Ziploc bag. He handed it to the demon.
"Three ounces of Werewolf fur," Harry told him. The demon took the baggie and opened it up. He placed his nose in the opening and inhaled.
"Fresh!" he wheezed happily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. He tossed the slimy bill onto the table. Harry snatched it up.
"Pleasure doing business with you," Harry told him. As the demon left the bar, Harry placed the bill into another ziploc bag. The slime clinging to the hundred dollar bill would be worth two hundred when he purified and powdered it. Harry chuckled happily to himself. "A pint of whatever's cold, Willy," Harry said, tossing a ten onto the counter. "Keep the change."
"Sure enough," Willy said, snatching the bill and filling a large mug to the rim. He slid it down to Harry, causing a few of the suds to spill over the top. Harry took a healthy drink before smacking his lips in contentment.
"Excuse me … Harry?" came a familiar voice. Harry turned his way.
"Hey Clement," he greeted the local loose-skinned demon. His ears drooped like an old House Elf's, and his face looked like a scrotum. Harry would never tell him that though. That would just be plain mean. "How's it going?"
"Oh, just fine. Listen, I just saw you stashing away that pink slime. If you're interested in slime, I can get you a fifty-five-gallon drum of pure Lisurela demon ooze. I know one named Glbb who works in LA. Really cheap! Only five hundred. I'll even deliver it!" Clement said. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Only five hundred?" Harry asked. Fifty-five gallons was worth at least five grand when sold in smaller quantities.
"Nobody I know needs or is able to move so much ooze," he told him.
"Is it fresh?"
"As fresh as can be. Glbb schlupped it off less than a week ago. I can get you another drum in two months if you're interested. Same price, of course," Clement wrung his wrinkly hands.
"Deal," Harry said. "You know where my warehouse is?" he asked. Clement nodded. "I'll be there from five to eight today. Can you drop it by then?"
"Sure," Clement happily nodded. Harry pulled out a wad of cash and peeled off five hundred before handing it to him.
"See you then," Harry said. Clement bid him farewell and began his journey to Los Angeles to pick up the barrel of demon slime.
"I wonder how bad it smells?" Harry suddenly wondered.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Buffy and Willow were laughing and teasing each other as they opened the door to Harry's warehouse. Willow loved going there and searching through his stacks of books. She loved pestering him until he gave her some rare and expensive magical ingredients to experiment with. At the moment, however, she just wanted to be near him. However, as they walked through the door, any amorous thoughts suddenly left her mind.
"GROSS!" Buffy choked and gagged.
"AAACK!" Willow covered her nose with her sleeve.
"You probably don't want to be in here," came Harry's voice. They followed the sound of bubbling until they spotted him stirring a large cauldron with thick, viscous, green liquid inside.
"What the hell are you cooking?" Buffy choked out.
"I'm rendering Lisurela demon ooze," Harry told them through the heavy-duty gas mask he was wearing. "Want a bite?" he teased. The girls gagged and quickly turned around. As they quickly left the warehouse, they heard him laughing at their expense.
"He'll be lucky if I ever let him touch me again," Buffy huffed when they finally stepped outside. She breathed in the fresh air while trying to wipe off the stink that was clinging to her clothes and skin.
"Me too," Willow agreed.
Buffy sighed. "I'll still let him touch me."
Willow smiled. "Me too."
Chapter 18
"Leviathans of Olde … 1721 edition …" Harry read, putting the book on his shelf. He was properly cataloging all of the new books that were on sale. He had gotten into contact with a man in LA who used to own and operate a magic shop. Sadly, there were far fewer magic users than there used to be. As such, he was forced to close down. Harry had bought out his stock of books along with any magical objects or ingredients that he owned. By then, the man was old and ready to move to Thailand where he could retire in peace. He just wanted to get rid of everything that he owned, since he couldn't take it with him. Because of this, Harry got all of his stuff for incredibly cheap.
"The Black Arts of the Mesmoridion Pass … no date …" Harry wrote down the name into his ledger. He would add it to his catalog after he was done.
"Borathor the Unfrozen … 1854 …" Harry sighed. This was the worst part about running his own business. Getting the items to sell was the fun part. Cataloging all of them was tedious and boring. Unfortunately, he didn't have a helper that could alleviate his troubles.
"Vengeance is Yours … Susanna Winslow …" Harry began reading from the next book.
"1621," a female voice finished from behind. Harry turned and looked at the young lady who had just entered his warehouse. Harry raised an eyebrow and checked the date. She was correct.
"You know your magical texts," Harry complimented her. The young woman smiled at him.
"I know a thing or two about Vengeance demons," she admitted. The girl looked to be around the same age as Buffy and Willow. She was quite pretty with shoulder-length, straw-blonde hair. She was wearing a black dress and a small, white cardigan sweater.
"I can tell," Harry said. "Now … What can I do for you?" he asked.
"I was hoping that you had some Sacred Sand for sale. I asked a few people that I know, and they all told me to come to you," she said. Harry placed his ledger down and nodded.
"I have a decent amount. I got a kilo of it just last week as a matter of fact," Harry told her. He led her around the corner and through the large rows of shelves until they reached the section where Harry kept his powders. The area was enchanted to ward off humidity. He didn't want his powders clumpy. "How much are you looking for?"
He noticed that the girl was swiveling her head around, taking in all that he had to offer. She jumped slightly when he asked her for an amount. "Oh … Uh … Four ounces should be fine," she answered. She watched as he went and grabbed the necessary items.
Harry pulled out a small, digital scale and a silver spoon. Harry then covered the scale plate with a small square of parchment paper. He carefully opened a small glass jar before opening the larger jar containing the powder. He spooned the correct amount onto the scale and lifted up the paper by the corners. Harry dumped the powder into the small, glass jar and put the top on. "That's twenty dollars an ounce … so eighty dollars ought to cover it."
The pretty girl nodded and pulled money from her pocket. She counted out the correct number of twenties and handed it to him. In return, Harry handed her the jar of purple sand. "Pleasure doing business with you," Harry happily said.
"You too," she said as he led her back to the front of the warehouse.
"Here … Just in case you need anything else of the magical variety," Harry said, handing her one of his enchanted catalogs. She smiled prettily at him.
"Thank you. I'm Anya by the way," she introduced herself, holding out her hand. Harry shook her hand. He noticed that her skin was incredibly soft, as though she had never done a lick of manual labor in her entire life, which may have been the case.
"Harry Potter … A pleasure to meet you, Anya." Harry opened the metal door for her. She smiled at him one more time before she left him to get on with his boring work. Her sweet scent lingered after she left.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry jauntily strolled down the darkened street of Sunnydale on his way to the Bronze for a drink with his friends.
"Makin' my way downtown … walkin' fast," he sang before finishing by whistling. He had just passed by an alley and saw two vampires coming out of a dark corner. They were coming up behind a girl that looked very much like … "Willow?" Harry called out in confusion. Why was Willow dressed in leather, Harry asked himself. As they moved closer, Harry apparated behind them with a conjured stake in hand. As quick as a flash, he jammed the wooden stake into one of their backs. He screamed and disappeared into a cloud of dust. The other, darker-skinned vampire turned on him, his face twisted and gnarled. A growl left his mouth, and he swung hard.
Harry ducked and struck with his stake in a side swing. The vampire was too quick and blocked Harry's hand. A hard punch made Harry stumble back into a pile of garbage bags that had been left out for collection. As the vampire stalked closer, Harry held up his hand and saw that no stake was in it. "Looking for this?" the vampire chuckled menacingly, flipping the stake in his hand. "I suppose you want this back?" he asked, flipping it again until he was holding it in a threatening way.
"No … You can keep it," Harry smirked and flicked his wand.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" the vampire screamed as the stake and his hand erupted in flames. He tried to drop the flaming piece of wood, but it was too late. The fire was already creeping up the sleeve of his brown, leather jacket. He thrashed around, trying to put out the flames, but it was no use. Harry was already on his feet and gave him a powerful side kick. The vampire flew back and slammed into the brick wall, bursting into dust. Harry dusted himself off and walked over to Willow who was looking on with her mouth hanging open. Harry whistled appreciatively as he checked her out.
"Nice, new look, Willow," Harry told her, grabbing her hips. "Maybe I should pay you a visit tonight," he said seductively, pulling her close and kissing the side of her neck. "We can play Virgin Wizard and the Naughty Biker Babe," he teased, grabbing her ass and kissing her more passionately than she had ever been kissed.
Vampire Willow didn't know what the hell was going on. First, she was dragged into the strange, boring world, and now she was being assaulted by this man's mouth. Even so, she couldn't help but moan as he began sucking on her tongue and palming her tight cheeks. As her hands lifted, she had been intent on snapping his neck, but instead, she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him tighter against her body. Harry responded by stuffing his hand down the backside of her pants. His hand slid its way down her smooth cheek, his fingers dipping low. They moved between her cheeks, and Harry touched her dampening slit. Willow moaned harder against his mouth. Back and forth his fingers slid across the length of her wet slit. Her hips began bucking against his hand, and Harry knew what she wanted. He pushed his magic through his fingers and into her body. Willow squealed and came hard. Her juices leaked over his fingers, completely drenching them. Her body was trembling and bucking as she slowly came down from her massive orgasm. All too soon, in her opinion, he broke the kiss and kept his hand on her ass.
"You coming to the Bronze with me?" he asked. Without even thinking about what he was asking, she answered, "Sure … I'll be there in a minute." She was still blinking away the daze as he told her to not be too long. When she finally came to her senses, he was gone.
After a while, Harry went back to his apartment. Buffy hadn't been at the Bronze when he arrived, and when he went out to look for Willow when she was taking too long, he discovered that she was also gone. Harry just figured that something had come up. He enjoyed a few drinks and went home. Of course, the night wasn't a total wash. Eventually, Cordelia came in looking sexy in her sparkly dress. She walked up to his chair, and Harry placed his hands on the backs of her thighs. Moving his hands up and underneath the hem of her short dress, he smiled when he felt that she was only wearing a minuscule thong. It seemed that the women in his life had finally realized how much he enjoyed feeling them up at random times and decided to tease him by wearing very tiny underwear or even no underwear at all.
"You're never going to believe this … but Willow is a vampire?!" she screeched as he pulled his hands from under her dress. He looked at her with confusion.
"What?"
"Willow! A Vampire!"
"Willow's a vampire?" he asked again.
"Yes!" Cordelia squealed, flailing her arms crazily.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! She attacked me! Thankfully, Wesley was there to help me," she told him.
It was then that something dawned on him. Willow was dressed very strangely when he had last met her. "I'm going to talk to Buffy," he told her, disappearing with a pop and not caring that Cordelia was rolling her eyes.
Harry checked Buffy's house, Willow's house, and the school library, but he finally found them in the Bronze. "Hey guys," Harry said, joining the group of people surrounding Giles, the two Willows, and for some reason, Anya. Buffy and Angel quickly shushed him. Giles was chanting something from a book. Vampire Willow looked up at him and smirked. She blew him a kiss just before she disappeared. When she was gone, everyone looked at him.
"What?" he asked defensively.
"Why did the other me blow you a kiss?" the real Willow asked, getting up from the ground and brushing the dirt from her bottom.
"Who knows? I am very desirable after all," he said, smiling cheekily. "Hey, Anya!" he called out, waving at the sour-looking girl.
"And how do you know her?" Willow asked, crossing her arms across her chest and raising an eyebrow.
"She bought some stuff from me earlier," Harry answered truthfully. "So what did I miss?"
It wasn't long before everyone decided to go home. It was late and apparently, they had had a long night. Willow took a shower and went into her bedroom. She squeaked in fright when she saw Harry standing there. "Willow?" she heard her mother call from downstairs. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"I'm fine, Mom!" Willow yelled out. Harry quickly pulled her into the room and closed the door. He waved his wand and threw up some privacy spells. Willow was still breathing heavily as Harry pulled her toward the bed. Willow squealed again as she was softly pushed back onto the mattress. Before she knew it, Harry was tugging her comfy, sensible pajama pants down her legs. Harry silently pushed her knees apart, exposing her panty-covered slit. She didn't need to be told to keep them like that. His look told her everything that she needed to know.
Willow kept her eyes on him as he removed all of his clothes. Her heart fluttered when his boxers were kicked off and his long, hard cock was bouncing around. Harry's eyes lowered down her body until they rested on her panties. Willow's eyes followed his, and she saw that there was a big wet spot on the crotch. She eeped and closed her legs quickly. Harry just chuckled and grabbed her panties, practically tearing them off of her soft, supple body. Willow was breathing wildly as he grabbed the front of her pajama top. With a hard pull, the buttons flew everywhere as the top was ripped open. Her perky, teenage tits were exposed to him, her light pink nipples as hard as rocks. She couldn't take her eyes off of him as he grabbed her by the tops of her thighs and pulled her to him as he knelt down. She could feel his hot breath washing over her wet, throbbing pussy. "You know, Willow," he said, giving her hard clit a lick. Her body bucked, and she moaned like a whore. "You look good in leather," he teased her as he buried his face between her parted legs.
Chapter 19
Anya was quite nervous, which was wholly a new feeling for her these days. For centuries, she had been the Patron Saint of Scorned Women, cursing unfaithful men to horrible and sometimes embarrassing fates. 'Those were the good old days,' she sighed to herself as she walked up to the metal door. With her heart beating rapidly, she cleared her throat and knocked on the door. No one answered. She waited a minute or so … still nothing. She banged on the door with the side of her fist. This time she heard noise from within. Soon after, the door opened, revealing the handsome face of Harry Potter. When he saw her, he smiled.
"Anya! What a pleasant surprise," he said, pushing open the door. "Come in."
Anya smiled prettily at him and moved past him. She heard the heavy door close behind her. "Now … What can I do for you?" she heard him ask from behind.
She was very annoyed that she couldn't get her wretched heartbeat to slow down. It was making her hands and voice jittery. The former Vengeance Demon absolutely loathed being human. It was so much worse than she remembered. The sleepiness, the headaches, the going to school, the … other sensations that she sometimes felt ... They were all horrible, and she wanted nothing more than to make them stop. Unfortunately, for the time being, the only way to make them stop was through her death. That might be a bit extreme, she thought as she walked in front of him, making her wide, inviting hips sway from side to side. Even though she hated being a human, she had to admit that her ass looked fantastic in a tight pair of jeans.
Anya made sure to fix herself up before her visit to Harry's magical warehouse. While she believed that she made a good first impression on him, Harry was surrounded by a decent number of sexually attractive women. She couldn't show up looking like a slob. When Harry asked her what she wanted, she stopped and turned. Her red shirt was low cut, showing off the deep valley of cleavage created from her two already perky breasts being pushed together by what humans called a "pushup bra". Whatever the contraption was, it made her breasts look twice as good. She wanted to cry out in victory as she watched his eyes lower momentarily, checking out the vast amount of cleavage on display. She took the moment to strike.
"I'd like a job!" she chirped in a perky voice. His eyes rose from her chest back up to meet her gaze.
"A job?" he asked. Anya nodded.
"I remember you said something about having knowledge of Vengeance Demons, but do you have any other qualifications?" he asked her. Harry led her away from the storage area and into his personal office. His office wouldn't have looked too out of place at a normal business. There was a large desk and a chair behind it. There was also a long, black couch along one of the walls. The cushions looked fluffy and comfy, in her opinion. Harry led her to the couch, and she sat down. Harry sat down next to her while keeping a respectable distance. They both angled their bodies so that they were facing each other.
"Considering that I was, until recently, a Vengeance Demon myself, I have detailed knowledge about many different species of demons. I also know more than my fair share of magic and the mystical arts," she told him, trying to sound confident. Her stupid human body wouldn't do what her mind was telling it, though. In the middle of her little speech, her voice cracked, much to her embarrassment. That was why she had dressed up in a way that accentuated her sexuality. If she could get him to focus on her body instead of other things, perhaps she could get one over on him. Anya crossed her legs so that her high-heeled foot "accidentally" rubbed against his leg. Sadly, she didn't see him react. 'Weren't young men supposed to immediately get erect whenever a potential, sexually attractive mate shows any interest in them?' she silently asked herself. Anya had been reading a magazine focused solely on the problems of teenage girls. Did CosmoGirl get it wrong?
Harry wondered what the hell the girl was doing. Was she trying to flirt to get the job? He wasn't sure. If she was, her flirting skills were terrible, but then again, if she had been a Vengeance Demon until recently, that might explain why she seemed like such a strange human. Either way, he did need someone to help out around there.
"Vengeance Demon, huh?" he asked while rubbing his chin, pretending to take that piece of information into account. "Having you around to help might be useful … but I don't know …" he pretended. Suddenly, Anya slid across the couch until she was right next to him.
"I'm sure that I can be very useful to you," she quickly added. "I can catalog a multitude of texts based on magic, historical events and people, demonology, and the occult. I can research the going rates and adjust the prices in your catalog on a daily basis. I can make sure that everything is clean, tidy, and in its place, and my breasts are full and fun for you to look at … see!" she said, pulling the neckline of her shirt lower, exposing more of her lovely cleavage. She seemed like Harry's type of girl.
"You're quite the go-getter, aren't you?" Harry chuckled. "Fine … You're hired!" he called out. Anya hopped to her feet and pumped her fist.
"YES!" she happily chirped. "When can I start?" she asked.
"First, let's talk about hours, pay, and whatnot," he told her. Anya smiled and sat back down.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Hiring Anya turned out to be a very smart idea. The girl had an obsession with money. For some reason, most of her obsession revolved around making HIM money … not that he was complaining. Once, he had even turned the corner and saw her softly nuzzling her cheek against a wad of ten-dollar bills. If she had noticed him watching her, Anya wouldn't have been embarrassed. The girl had no filter when it came to her mouth. Harry found the whole thing amusing. One night, as he counted the day's take, she stood near him with her hands behind her back. She was watching him intently, first staring up at him, then turning her attention to the stack of cash in his hands. She had hooked him up with different demons so that he could get fresher, cheaper ingredients. She had even expanded his business by sending his catalogs to some old friends of hers and adding a mail-order service. Within a couple of weeks, he was rolling in the cash. It appeared that Anya wanted to roll in the cash as well, literally.
"You okay, Anya?" Harry asked, looking her way. She nodded while looking up at him and smiling cutely. Harry smiled back and continued to count through the stack of hundreds. When he reached two thousand dollars' worth, Anya shuddered. Harry stopped and looked at her again.
"Sorry," she told him. "Counting money at the end of the day arouses me," she said to him without the slightest amount of embarrassment. Harry almost choked on his own spit.
"Figuratively?" Harry asked.
"Literally," she corrected him. "My underwear is soaked through," she said, squirming. "Would you mind if I take them off? It's very uncomfortable," she suddenly asked. Harry closed his eyes and chortled humorously. When he opened them up, she was already wiggling her hips. He watched as her panties dropped down from underneath her dress. She stepped out of them. If they were anyone but Anya, Harry might suspect that they were possessed or bewitched. This kind of stuff was normal for Anya, however. She was very open about things like that.
"This is making you wet?" Harry asked her with a smirk on his face. He pressed the pad of his thumb against the bottom of the stack and rapidly flipped through them.
Anya swallowed loudly. "Very …" she stated in a steamy voice. Her eyes were glued to the stack of cash, and her chest was rapidly rising and falling. He could see that her cheeks were flushed pink. She wasn't lying about being aroused. Harry could smell her womanly scent now that her panties were sitting on his office floor. Harry stepped up closer to her. He waved the stack of bills underneath her nose. Anya moved closer as well.
"Do you enjoy the smell of cash?" he asked her. She was brushing her fingertips over the end of the stack just as he had done only seconds before.
"I love everything about it. Those with money can buy whatever they want, go wherever they want, and some can even get away with murder," she truthfully told him. Everything she said was true. Money made the world go round after all. Anya was gripping the money as Harry began to pull it away. She didn't want to let it go. Harry smirked as he gave it a tug, pulling it free of her greedy fingers.
"Well, this money is going with the rest of it," Harry told her. Anya looked at him with confusion.
"Don't you keep it in the bank?" Harry shook his head.
"Since I shouldn't technically exist here, I don't pay taxes. It would be suspicious if I had hundreds of thousands of dollars sitting in the bank without having any reasonable explanation of how I earned it," he explained. Anya's eyes widened.
"Hundreds of thousands?" she asked, stuttering slightly. Harry nodded.
"I keep it at home in a magical safe."
"Can … Can I see it? The money, I mean," she asked with some level of desperation. Harry smiled as a wonderfully naughty idea crossed his mind.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Anya cried out in absolute bliss as she crushed handfuls of hundred-dollar bills in her hands, as Harry plowed her from behind. This was her first time having sex as a human. Had she known that it was this good, she would have been doing it months ago. The fact that the entire bed was covered in cash made the whole thing so much better, in her opinion.
Face down and ass up was the position that Harry put her in. Her body jerked back and forth as his powerful hips clapped against her cushy cheeks. The sensation of the crisp bills brushing against her incredibly hard nipples was a sensation that she would never forget. Anya cried out as the head of his cock bashed into her G-spot over and over. In almost no time, she began cumming again. This was her fifth orgasm in the last hour. She could feel the wetness dripping down the inside of her thighs. Harry once again teased her by leaning forward, moving her hair to the side, and kissing the back of her neck. Her body shivered from the kiss alone. He then began cleaning the streaks of wetness from her thighs with the cash on the bed, all the while, he continued to jackhammer into her.
"D-Don't ruin the money!" she begged even while cumming hard around his thrusting cock. Harry laughed, clearly amused by her.
"You know, Anya … I'm going to have a lot of fun with you," Harry chuckled as he slapped her ass hard. Anya squealed and came harder. Pussy juice was squirting out of her cumming twat, spraying all of the bills that were piled up underneath her.
Anya's eyes rolled into the back of her head when Harry grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. Her gaping mouth was choking out a whorish moan when her mouth was suddenly stuffed full of cash. She bit down on it to muffle her moans. Her silken walls were squeezing him tightly, trying to milk his bloated balls of every last drop of cum. It didn't take long before she felt him release. He grunted, and she felt his hot seed filling her up. His hands grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them. She felt her cheeks open, and the cool air hit her puckered hole. The sensation was incredible, she thought. She couldn't wait to try more. As her body spasmed through her orgasm, Anya was absentmindedly collecting the bills and organizing them into denominations. Suddenly, Harry grabbed the bills and tossed them onto the side table. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead, she received a mouthful of his tongue. Anya eagerly returned the kiss. When they finally broke it, Harry rolled her over until she was lying directly on top of him. "There are more important things than money," he told her.
"Like what?" His hands were groping her naked ass. She could feel his fingers brushing against her tightest hole.
Harry shrugged. "Love, friendship, adventure, mind-blowing orgasms … Take your pick."
Anya pushed herself up so that she was straddling him. She lifted herself up and slipped his still-hard cock into her slick depths. Dropping down, her body trembled and shuddered. "I pick the orgasms," she said as she began rolling her hips.
"Good choice," Harry moaned as he reached up and started playing with her bouncing breasts. Even so, Anya couldn't help but grab fistfuls of cash as she worked his cock to completion over and over again.
Chapter 20
Xander Harris was sitting in Harry's warehouse, swigging on a cold, fizzy bottle of pop as he looked around. Giles was going through the book stacks, greedily pawing through as many books as he could get his hands on. He never understood why Giles loved books so much. They were such a bore to read.
His eyes then turned to his friends. His consummate crush, Buffy, was standing close to Harry while chatting with their other friend, Willow. He noticed that Buffy would look up and smile at Harry ever so often. Harry wasn't even talking to Buffy. She would just look at him and smile. She wasn't the only one, either.
Willow had been edging closer and closer to the wizard. When she looked at him, her cheeks would flush pink with embarrassment. However, she didn't look away. She would continue looking at him. Willow would begin breathing heavily as she grazed her neck with her fingers. Then there were the times when she would reach out and touch his hand or arm. Her touches looked way too confident. That just wasn't Willow's style. Xander shook his head. If he didn't know her so well, he would think that she was flirting with him. Xander nearly snorted at the thought. 'Willow flirting?' This time, he did quietly snort. 'Yeah, right.'
Then there was the beautiful but bitchy Cordelia. She was always hovering around Harry. That wasn't surprising since he already knew that something was going on between them. She was practically living with him, and would proudly announce it any time she was asked.
Xander wasn't as dumb as everyone believed. Harry was most likely sleeping with Cordelia. Neither of them had outright confirmed it, but Xander was perceptive. He also suspected that something might be happening with Buffy. She had been spending way too much time with Harry. Whatever was going on between them, he couldn't say. Any time he brought it up with the girls, they clammed up and changed the subject. Still, there was enough evidence that told him that they had been fooling around at least, but how far they had gone together … he didn't know. The thought of it hit him right in the gut. It wasn't easy to think about your crush fooling around with someone else. She was his friend, however, so he wouldn't let her know that it bothered him.
When he thought about it, he realized that it likely only bothered him because he was lonely. He wanted a girl to fool around with as well. 'Why should wizard-boy have all the fun?' he often thought.
The new girl, Anya, was really cute. However, his lust for her dropped significantly when she verbally and proudly declared that she and Harry had "fornicated in a pile of cash". Giles had spat out his tea all over some mystical tome that he had been reading. Harry found the whole thing amusing. Xander had to admit, it had been quite funny seeing Giles turn into a stuttering mess. Sadly, that was one less potential girl for him. However, there was one girl that Xander knew wasn't fooling around with Harry. Unfortunately, Xander had no idea how to seduce this blonde-haired vixen. He needed help. Sudden laughter made him turn back to the group. Harry had said something funny, and all four girls were looking up at him with sparkling eyes. Cordelia was even hugging his arm possessively, rubbing her deliciously perky boobs all over his … Xander cleared his throat. He'd save that thought for later.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry eyed Anya as she quietly sang to herself while the radio softly played an upbeat tune. She was reorganizing the book section to make her job easier. She was wearing a cute little dress that showed off a vast amount of cleavage. When Anya caught him looking, she didn't look embarrassed. Instead, she threw him a sultry look that was a clear invitation to take her in the back and … KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Fuck," Harry mumbled and tore his eyes away from Anya's lovely, teenage breasts. He got up and walked to the door of his warehouse. Pushing the metal door open, he saw Xander's smiling face.
"Xander! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Harry said, stepping aside and inviting him in. Harry wasn't exactly bosom buddies with the young man. He was Buffy and Willow's friend. Harry didn't spend a lot of time around him. Still, Buffy and Willow cared about him, so that was good enough for Harry. He'd make sure to help Xander out whenever he could. Xander followed him in.
"I was hoping you could help me out," he replied as he spotted Anya in her little dress. By then, Anya was bopping along with the beat while quietly singing. Her breasts were bouncing around and threatening to spill out of her plunging neckline.
"I will if I can," Harry told him. "What do you need help with?" he asked but didn't receive a reply. "Xander?" he asked again. Still nothing. He followed Xander's gaze and saw what he was so mesmerized by. Harry chuckled. Harry smacked him on the shoulder.
"As awesome as Anya's breasts are, I don't think they are the reason why you came here today," Harry laughed. Anya heard him and smirked, clearly loving the attention that she was receiving. Xander stuttered an apology before clearing his throat.
"You're obviously good with girls … so I …" he started before Anya cut him off.
"He's an expert at giving me orgasms," she stated without an ounce of embarrassment. "I have multiple every time we have sexual relations. I think he was about to give me more orgasms right before you arrived."
Xander sputtered. "I'm … sorry …?" he said to Harry, not sure if he should apologize for the apparent cockblock that he inadvertently performed. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry about it … and don't mind Anya. She hasn't learned to filter her mouth yet," he said. "Now what is it that you need?"
"Oh! Well … There's this girl …"
Harry in the Hellmouth
"Harmony … Harmony …?" Harry said to himself as he and Xander strolled the Sunnydale High campus. "Blonde … Sexy … And a raging bitch?" Harry asked Xander as they made it outside to the Quad. They slipped away from the crowd and leaned against a palm tree.
"Your description is spot on," Xander said as he watched the crowd.
"I remember seeing Cordelia talking to her on occasion," Harry said. Xander nodded.
"They were part of the same clique until recently. Cordelia hasn't spent a whole lot of time around her since she moved in with you. How you tamed that wild beast I'll never know," Xander said as he suddenly perked up.
"Cordie can be tough to handle. You just need a firm hand," Harry smirked to himself, thinking about all of the times that he had her over his lap while he spanked her shapely ass. Cordelia enjoyed it more than he did.
"I really don't want to know," Xander shuddered as he saw Harry's expression. "But you may be right about the firm hand. Harmony is just as mean and nasty as Cordelia used to be. That's her right there!" he declared, pointing at her. Harry rolled his eyes and pushed his arm down.
"No need to make a scene," he gently chided Xander. Harry studied Harmony. She was walking around with some other girls who were nicely dressed. They were clearly the most popular group in the school. Harmony was wearing a short pink dress. "She looks like a Barbie doll."
"She has the personality of one, too," Xander added. Harry snorted.
"So why do you want to be with her?" Harry asked.
"I just want to fool around. You know … touchy, touchy here … touchy, touchy there."
"Gross. Sorry, I asked," Harry said. "She looks high maintenance."
"You got that right," Xander agreed as he checked out the bubbly blonde. Harry sighed.
"Well, if you want that …" he said, jerking his thumb toward Harmony's direction. "... you're going to have to do something about this." Harry tugged on his shirt. Xander looked confused.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" he asked.
"I saw a homeless bum eating out of the Happy Burger dumpster that was better dressed than you," Harry said with brutal honesty.
"Well, that's a cool kick in the groin," he complained, snatching his shirt from between Harry's fingers.
"The truth hurts."
"Either way, it doesn't matter. I can't afford new clothes," Xander told him, looking forlorn.
Harry knew that Xander's home life wasn't something to brag about. His parents were a couple of no-good drunks, his father especially. They didn't have the extra money to spend on Xander, and because he was still in high school, he couldn't exactly go out and get a job. Harry decided to take pity on the boy, especially since he was taking most of the hot babes for himself. Helping Xander get some action would be his good deed for the year.
"I'll pay for your clothes. I'll even have Cordelia help you pick them out. She knows way more about fashion than either of us. She's the one who picks out my clothes," Harry admitted.
"Haven't I suffered enough?" he groaned, putting his face in his hands. Harry rolled his eyes and sent Xander back to class.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Buffy smiled cutely as she leaned against the wall in the back of Harry's warehouse. Her hand was out, palm up and waiting to be filled. Harry gave her a look that made her laugh. He pulled out a fat wad of cash and peeled off a few hundred-dollar bills. He folded them and stuffed them down her cleavage. Her smug look quickly changed to one of annoyance, which made Harry laugh. She reached down and pulled out the folded bills. She counted her cut of the sales.
"The blood and bones of that Zohtlof demon sold quickly. Good job slaying that thing, by the way. Its claws looked nasty," Harry praised her.
"It was tough. I even tore my shirt," she pouted.
"Bring it over and I'll fix it with magic," Harry said. Buffy smiled and leaned in. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and she tilted her head up. Her lips were close to his as he leaned down.
"Why don't you come over tonight and fix it? Maybe you can stay afterward," she teased him. Harry's hands were already climbing up the back of her skirt. He could feel that she was wearing a thong.
Buffy hid her face on his shoulder as his hands fondled her bare ass. Her cheeks were suddenly opened up, and there was only a minuscule string to hide her naughty bits from the chilly air of the warehouse. Harry kept his warehouse very cold since many different demon parts were stored there. The cold air was making her smooth skin goosebump.
"Are you cold?" she heard him ask. Buffy nodded against his shoulder, hiding the smile on her face. "The area between your legs is burning hot," he teased her as his fingers brushed against her damp slit. Buffy moaned as her hands slid up the back of his shirt. She loved his soft skin that hid hard muscles beneath it. Her hands played with his muscular back while he pulled her thong aside and rubbed his fingers between her lips. Buffy was becoming desperate. Her hips sawed back and forth as she fiercely rubbed herself against his hand. She angled her hips so that her clit was now doing most of the rubbing. Buffy shuddered, and she could feel her nipples becoming as hard as rocks.
"God, yes!" Buffy gasped quietly. "Don't move!" she begged. Her hips were practically a blur as she pleasured herself on his hand. His fingers and palms were slick and coated in her arousal as she started rolling her hips and moving them in a circle. Her hard clit was being ground hard into his palm. He could feel her wetness pooling in his hand. Harry could feel her body tightening up, and her breath became labored. "Harry," she called out quietly in a desperate voice. His hand became flooded with her arousal.
He slipped two of his fingers inside of her and curled them just as she liked. Buffy squeezed him tightly, nearly crushing his ribs. Harry leaned in and captured her lips. Buffy moaned into his mouth as she came on his fingers. As he massaged her tongue with his, he could feel her insides fluttering around his thrusting fingers.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Anya peeked around the side of a large storage shelf. Her eyes were wide, and on her face was a look of wonder. She was subtly rubbing her thighs together as she watched Harry give Buffy an orgasm. The look of pure rapture on Buffy's face triggered something inside of her, and Anya wondered what it would be like to be in bed with both Buffy and Harry at the same time. She had heard of threesomes, of course, but as a demon, she never really gave them much thought. Now that she was human, she had all of these new feelings, emotions, and desires coursing through her veins. As Buffy thrashed in his arms, the sight flared certain desires that she didn't know that she had. She wanted to explore these new desires. She decided to talk to Harry about it … 'But first, I'll finish watching him dominate Buffy,' she naughtily thought as Buffy's juices began dripping off of Harry's hand.
Chapter 21
"So … How do I look?" asked Xander as he gave a slow twirl in his new clothes.
"More human and less like a Jimmy Buffett groupie," Cordelia said with a smile. She was always happy to toss around a few insults.
"Ha, ha!" Xander said sarcastically as he smoothed out his pants. "So any tips on how to win the fair Harmony's heart … or at least get in her pants?"
"Ugggh!" Cordelia responded with a look of revulsion. It wasn't that she cared about Harmony. She didn't even care about the girl when they were friends. Harmony had always been a selfish bitch, but she was popular, so she belonged in the Cordettes. Now that she had Harry, Cordelia didn't need to run with the clique of brainless girls who only cared about looks, popularity, and money. She was with Harry, and he had all three, she thought smugly. Even so, Cordelia remembered the occasions when Harmony decided to zing her with a few hurtful jibes. Cordelia didn't forget, and she had a very hard time forgiving. Helping Xander hook up with Harmony would be a decent start to some much-needed payback. She was already gleefully imagining the ditzy blonde getting stuck with a dud boyfriend like Xander freakin' Harris. Instead of hiding her wicked smile, she let it stretch across her beautiful face, in plain sight. Xander was too much of an idiot to notice the difference.
"Well, Xander … Your first step is to stop taking her crap. When she insults you, insult her back. In fact, you should insult her first!" Cordie told him with glee.
Xander's face twisted into a look of confusion. He scratched the top of his head, and for a moment, Cordelia imagined him as an unwashed ape. "How is insulting her going to get me anywhere?" he asked.
"Trust me, Xander. A guy like you isn't going to get her from your looks, money, or popularity. You have none of any of those. You need to break down her sense of self-worth. Once she hits rock bottom, you'll be there to scoop up the pieces!" Cordie chirped with a cute smile. Xander was rubbing his chin in thought. He then nodded his head slowly.
"I see what you mean," he said as the idea dawned on him. "It's way too hard to lift myself to her level. What I need to do is bring her down to mine."
"Exactly!" Cordie smiled. "Then once she's trapped, you can just start acting like your normal, loser self."
Cordelia wasn't as dumb as she looked, Xander thought as his smile grew wider.
Harry in the Hellmouth
"Hey, ladies … Xander … Oz," Harry greeted them as he sat down on the brick bench. A pep rally was going full blast with Cordelia cheering something about some guy named Hogan. He had to admit, she looked sexy in her little cheerleader outfit.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" Buffy asked in surprise as she scooted over to give him some room.
"Cordie asked me to come and see her cheer," Harry rolled his eyes. "This may be one of the last times she gets to do this kind of stuff." The group nodded, suddenly reminded of the upcoming graduation. Harry noticed that Buffy was continuously rubbing the sides of her head.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, looking at her head. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it.
"Nothing," Buffy said quickly. She then scratched the back of her hand. Harry looked at it and saw that it was puffy and red. He took her hand in his and lifted it up to examine it closer.
"Do you have a rash or something?"
"No, I'm fine!" she quickly said and snatched her hand back. Seeing that she was acting strange, Harry looked at Willow and raised an eyebrow. Willow looked timid for a moment before she started singing like a canary.
"Buffy touched some gross, fishy demon and now she's going to grow a vestigial tail!" she cried out as the small crowd whooped and hollered along with the cheerleaders. She looked at Buffy with concern.
"Willow!" Buffy hissed in annoyance at having her secret shared.
"Sorry," Willow apologized in a morose-sounding voice.
"Vestigial tail?" Harry asked.
"I'm sure I won't … I hope," she added sourly. Harry sighed.
"After this, we're going to talk to Giles," Harry told her. He put his arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze. She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. Harry turned his attention back to Cordie who was popping her hips in her little skirt.
Harry in the Hellmouth
"So she's going to take on some aspect of the demon?" Harry asked. "Any idea what?" Giles shook his head.
"There isn't much known about the species of demon. We don't even have a name for it. The only passage that I could find was this one," Giles told him, sliding an open book over to him. Harry read what little information there was, but it was the picture that told him everything that he needed to know.
"That's a Jhlectnilu Demon. At least that's what everyone in the business calls them. They don't have any mouths or ears, so they communicate telepathically. Their blood is worth a small fortune. People infect themselves to gain telepathy," Harry said.
"How do you know all of this?" Giles asked in shock.
"Every week I get about a dozen people asking if I have any of their blood in stock. Unfortunately, the demons are somewhat rare," Harry answered.
"So I'm going to read minds … and not grow a tail?" Buffy asked. When Harry nodded, she squealed happily.
"As happy as I am that you're not going to grow a tail, this is still serious Buffy," Harry told her, stopping her premature celebration.
"Humans aren't meant to have such powers. The people who want their blood only stay infected for a short time before taking the cure. It starts out slow, only hearing a few voices at a time. Not long after, however, it's like having a hundred people screaming in your ear at the same time. It's enough to drive you mad," Harry said in a serious voice. Buffy didn't look too pleased.
"Then why do people infect themselves if it's so bad?" she asked.
"They want to find out a specific secret from someone. If they're smart, they take the antidote right after."
"Yes, I can see how that would be quite valuable for someone," Giles agreed. "But how do you know about the antidote?"
"Abram's Remedia Demonica Vol. III," Harry told him. "It's the …"
"... leading source material for all cures, remedies, antidotes, and restoratives involving demons and the unnatural," Giles finished with a bit of excitement. "I was finally able to get a copy of my own last year. I have to say, Abram was quite brilliant in some of his …"
"Giles, please!" Buffy huffed. Giles cleared his throat and put on a professional look.
"Oh, yes, of course. Well, I'll grab my copy, and we can see what ingredients are necessary," Gile said, going into his office.
"It's not going to be gross, is it?" Buffy asked, her face looking slightly green.
"The main ingredient is a heart from the demon, so …"
Buffy gagged. Harry laughed.
"It may take a few days to find another Jhlectnilu Demon. It helps that there's one somewhere around Sunnydale, but still, there's no guarantee that it'll be quickly found," Harry told her.
"So I might have to deal with all the voices?" Buffy nervously asked. Harry put his arm around her.
"If it gets too bad, come to me and I'll help. Okay?"
Buffy nodded and hugged him back.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Looking for that demon was turning out to be a pain in the ass. All night long, he searched the sewers, the woods, every cave, crack, and crevice that he could find. He came up with nothing. He even did a patrol right before sunrise. The only thing he found was a newborn vampire that he quickly dusted. Harry tiredly went back to his home for some rest. He'd try again the following night.
After taking a shower and brushing his teeth, he went to his room and found Cordie asleep in his bed. Harry smiled at the way that she was lightly snoring. Stripping down, he climbed into bed with her. As he did, she woke up. "Harry?" she asked in a husky voice.
"Yeah, it's me," Harry answered. As he lay down, she curled up at his side. "You looked good today. You were very sexy in your cheerleader uniform," he told her as he gently caressed her nude back.
"Were my cheers good?" she asked sleepily.
"They were great. Very peppy," he lied. He didn't even really listen to them. He was too busy talking to Buffy and Willow.
"Oh, really?" he heard her ask. "Then what were we cheering about?"
Harry stiffened for a second. He could only remember one thing. "Some jock named Hogan."
"You really were listening!" Cordelia chirped happily, kissing his chest. Harry snorted.
"Of course, I was. What kind of an insensitive jackass do you take me for?"
Cordelia responded by straddling his lap and sitting up. Her large tits bounced around as she fluffed her hair. Harry moaned as her hot pussy lips rubbed against the underside of his straining erection. Cordie smiled when she felt how hard he was and ground herself harder against him. Harry's hands slid up the tops of her thighs and over her wide hips. Cordelia had an incredible body, and she loved to hear him compliment her on a daily basis. At the moment, however, he wasn't in the mood to give compliments. He wanted her tight lips wrapped around him. His hand moved up her gracefully curved sides, and he felt her body shudder. Down below, her hips started to rock faster and faster. When his fingers found the underside of her breasts, Cordelia couldn't take it any longer and lifted her bottom up. Reaching down, she grabbed his throbbing manhood and stuffed the head into her warm, wet opening. No time was wasted as she dropped down and took him completely inside of her.
Harry loved seeing her curvy body quiver every time she rode him. She leaned forward and supported herself by placing her hands on his chest. She had her eyes closed, and she was breathing heavily. Her breasts were dangling and slightly swaying from side to side. Harry brushed his fingertips over them, feeling her crinkled nipples and the soft skin of her underboob. Cordelia moaned heavily and arched her back. Placing her hands on his shins, her hips started swaying. Harry could feel her insides fluttering around him with every pump of her hips. Keeping one hand on her hip, he slid the other up her slim belly and onto one of her bouncing breasts.
"You're so big," she cried out as his cock hit her cervix. "I can barely handle it."
Harry loved when Cordelia rode him. She was a cheerleader and a good dancer, so she knew exactly how to move her hips in a seductive manner. She wasn't shy like Willow or explosive like Buffy. Cordie was very sensual, and often she preferred "making love". She knew exactly what she wanted, and she wasn't shy about making it known to him. As such, he flipped her over, and Cordie let out a tired squeal. The moment she was on her back, her legs were spread wide to give him plenty of room to operate. Harry took full advantage, and soon, his hips were pistoning back and forth as her soft breasts were pressed against his hard chest, and he was eagerly sucking on her slender, graceful neck. He could hear her mewls of pleasure and soft gasps. It only turned him on even more. Throwing one of her legs over his shoulder, Harry switched angles which drove her crazy.
Her pussy was completely soaked, and the wet sounds of their fucking reverberated off the walls of his room. Her silken walls were tightly grasping him, and her body was bucking every time he plundered her abused G-spot. Her hands were massaging her breasts, and her fingers were toying with her nipples. When she felt one of his hand move between her legs and start to rub her clit, Cordelia cried out. Her walls clamped down on him even though he continued to fuck her with steady, even strokes.
The lights behind Cordelia's eyes flashed as she felt her insides grow tighter. The pleasure that she was feeling suddenly spiked, and she cried out in pure bliss. She could feel herself milking him, and she didn't have to wait long before he finished inside of her. Her taut, teenage body broke into goosebumps at the sensation of being filled by him. When he finally rolled off of her, Cordelia snuggled up to him and was asleep before she could even say goodnight.