Chapter 22
As soon as Harry woke up, he did his business and immediately got back to work tracking down the Jhlectnilu Demon for Buffy. By then, Cordelia was at school along with Buffy and the others. He didn't need to worry about the warehouse since Anya was more than capable of keeping things running. In fact, she was more capable than he was. He barely had to do anything beyond supplying the goods and updating the catalogs.
Knowing that the demons would not be out and about during daylight hours, Harry guessed that they were either in one of the many cemeteries, hiding in a crypt, hiding in the nearby woods, or most likely, down in the sprawling, underground sewer system. Deciding on the least gross first, Harry grabbed his weapons and made his way to the woods.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Buffy wiped the bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her shaking hand. Her day had started out good … great even. Telepathy was a very useful skill, she had thought as she used it to her advantage. Sadly, the negative aspects quickly made themselves known. One big one that Harry had never mentioned was the fact that her friends immediately became distrustful of her, not wanting their thoughts and secrets heard. Buffy supposed that she could see it from their point of view, but that still didn't make it hurt any less. It was strange, she thought. She could hear dozens of voices at all times, and she still felt alone when her friends began avoiding her.
By lunchtime, the voices were overwhelming. It was one person talking over another. Then those voices would talk over three more, and so on, and so on. Her headache started out dull and thumping but quickly grew into a piercing migraine. As strong as she was, carrying her lunch tray was a chore. Voices echoed through her mind, bouncing off of the walls of her skull, and reverberating long enough to make her head pound in pain. Buffy winced loudly as a boy walked by.
'Nice tits,' he loudly thought as he walked past her in the opposite direction.
'She is so weird!' a girl thought as she walked by and bumped into her. Buffy gasped and angled her body away.
'I hope Alex doesn't find out that I slept with his cousin,' another female voice called out from across the room.
'This beefaroni tastes like dog food.'
'Oh, shit! I forgot to put on deodorant this morning! I wonder if anyone can smell my pits."
"My ass itches …'
'Look at Becky's skirt. She's such a slut …'
'This time tomorrow … I'll kill you all,' Buffy suddenly heard over all the other voices. It was just a whisper, but she could hear it loud and clear. Buffy could practically feel the anger and hatred hidden behind those words. This wasn't just some high schooler angrily lashing out with meaningless words. The owner of those thoughts meant them, and this scared the hell out of Buffy. She gasped and dropped her tray. Buffy thought that the other students might have been laughing and clapping at her folly, but she wasn't sure. She was too busy hightailing it out of the cafeteria. 'What a loser,' was the last thing she heard as the swinging door closed behind her.
Harry in the Hellmouth
As the sun began to set, Harry decided to take a break. He hadn't found a single thing in the woods, nor had he found anything in the half-dozen cemeteries that he had searched. The only thing close was the three vampires he found hiding out in a mausoleum. With nowhere to run, a powerful Incendio made quick work of the vampires.
Wanting to see how Buffy was doing, he apparated into her room and found her sitting on her bed looking miserable. Harry sat down next to her and brushed the hair from her face. Buffy tilted her head up and looked at him with her big, blue eyes. He could see that she was in pain. "How's it going?" he asked quietly, checking the temperature of her forehead with the back of his hand.
"Horrible," she said, her words coming out gruff. She cleared her throat and added, "There are so many voices … and they're getting louder."
"I'm going back to keep looking for the demon," he told her, gently playing with her earlobe. Buffy leaned in and rested her forehead on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around the pained Slayer. "I have some stuff back at the warehouse. It's a powerful sedative. It'll knock you out for the rest of the night. Want me to go get it?" he asked her.
"What's it made from?" she wondered. She couldn't hear his thoughts due to his magical abilities. She didn't like the slight wince she heard.
"It's better if you don't know," he honestly informed her. Still, Buffy wasn't going to turn it down. Any kind of help was a blessing. She nodded against his shoulder and smiled slightly when he kissed the top of her head.
"Get in bed. I'll be back in a second," he said before disappearing. Buffy did as he said and crawled into bed. Just as she began pulling the covers up to her chest, Harry returned holding a tiny, glass vile with a black, plastic, screw-on top. He sat down next to her and unscrewed the cap. "Open up," he ordered. Buffy opened her mouth wide and instantly regretted it.
She began coughing and gagging the moment he poured the powder into her mouth. As the powder touched her tongue, it instantly turned into a thick, foul-tasting liquid that slowly oozed down her throat. Buffy coughed and glared at him. "That was …" she began but then stopped. She blinked a few times and yawned loudly. "That worked fast," was all she could say before she started lightly snoring. Harry put the vile away and went to inform her mother.
"So I shouldn't try to wake her?" Joyce asked him. Harry shook his head.
"No, just let her rest for the night. I need to get back out there and find the demon before it leaves town," he told her. Joyce nodded. It would be very bad if the demon suddenly left town, she thought. Buffy was already in a very bad spot. She couldn't imagine how much worse it could get, and she didn't want to find out. She reached out and brushed her fingers down his arm.
"Thank you, Harry … For helping her," she said. Harry smiled and reached out for her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her in. Joyce shuddered as her body pressed against his. Her nipples instantly hardened the moment his lips touched her. Her eyes closed, and she eagerly deepened the kiss. Unfortunately, Harry broke the kiss way too soon for her liking. He left her breathing heavily with a flushed face.
"You can thank me properly later. First, I have to find that demon," he said before disappearing. Joyce's face became hot just thinking about having him in bed again. That, however, would have to wait. As soon as he was gone, she went and checked on her daughter. Just as he said, she was fast asleep and didn't appear to be in any pain.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry was huffing and puffing as he ran down the dirt path that was meant for joggers. The creature he was chasing looked over its shoulder and grunted. Harry didn't know if this particular type of demon sweated, but its pale, bologna-colored flesh looked gross and shiny in the moonlight. It reminded him of the Creature from the Black Lagoon, only its body was milky pale, and its head was more pointy.
He could have easily taken it out, but he was worried about getting the blood on himself. Not only that, but the blood was extremely valuable and would probably fetch enough money to pay for most of his new house. Harry didn't want to waste an ounce. The path ahead of them cut through a heavy copse of trees, and as soon as it crossed the threshold, the demon turned left and darted into the trees. Harry followed closely behind it. In and out between the trees the thing ran, trying its best to lose him. Harry, however, had his eyes on the prize. The sun would soon rise, and Buffy would be suffering again. Harry wasn't going to let this thing get away. He decided to take a risk and apparated away.
The demon looked over his shoulder and screeched in surprise. The human was no longer there. Just as it turned its head to look forward again, a leg stuck out from behind a thick tree trunk and caught its leg as it ran past. It let out a gut-wrenching squeal as it became airborne. It hit the ground and rolled through the soft pile of dead leaves scattered across the ground. Before it could push itself back up, a weight landed on its back. In a panic, the thing began bucking and flailing its arms and legs. It used its muscles and body weight to roll itself over so it had the human trapped between its back and the ground. The human simply continued the roll so that it ended up on top. It bellowed when the human grabbed its arm and tried to twist it behind its back. Again it bucked, nearly knocking the human off.
Harry punched the thing hard on the back of the neck, and he felt its powerful muscles go slack. As quick as a flash, Harry grabbed its head and twisted its neck until he heard a loud snap. All the fight suddenly died, and its arms and legs became limp. Harry stood up, breathing heavily. He kicked the demon in the ribs. It didn't move. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It was still dark, so he needed to work fast to get the creature back to his warehouse for processing. Harry grabbed its ankle and apparated away before the earliest joggers were even on the trail.
"GROSS!" the loud words slammed into his ears, making him jump in surprise. He quickly turned and found Anya looking down at the demon, pinching her nose. "God, that stinks!" she declared, waving her hand in front of her face. The smell wasn't pleasant, Harry would give her that.
"Yeah, I know," he stated, levitating the Jhlectnilu Demon's body and floating it to the back where he set it down on a stainless steel autopsy table. "If you're squeamish, you may not want to stick around. I need to carve this baby up," Harry said, grabbing a dozen large bottles, his instruments, and his box of latex gloves.
"You're going to stink up the whole warehouse!" Anya complained. "I just got it to stop smelling."
"It can't be helped," he told her. "I need to use the heart to make an antidote to the blood's effects for Buffy. The good news is that the whole heart will make way more than enough antidote. Once I drain the blood, I can sell that and the antidote for a surprisingly huge amount."
The sudden talk of money immediately perked her up. "Surprisingly huge?" she asked, scooting over to him as though the stench didn't bother her anymore. "Exactly how much is that?" she asked him.
"I'm not sure how much I can charge for the skin and bones, but the blood and antidote are worth at least four hundred thousand … possibly half a million," Harry said as he used his magic to begin the blood flow. The body slowly drained, and the blood flowed down the trenches and into a stainless steel reservoir.
"Half a million?!" Anya squealed, her eyes wide with shock and excitement. Harry smirked and nodded. "Dollars?" she asked for further clarification. Again, Harry nodded.
"It'll sell quickly. I wouldn't be surprised if the entire stock is gone within a week or two. Word will travel fast."
"Oh, my … Oh, dear …" Anya chanted as she used her hand to fan her face. Her cheeks were pink, and she pulled the neckline of her shirt, opening up a few buttons and exposing most of her cleavage. The pale skin of her chest was also flushed pink. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling with every labored breath. Her hand lowered, and she gently brushed her fingers across her heaving bosom in a seductive manner. "Harry … I need …"
"We can have sex later," he teased with a knowing smile. "Buffy needs this antidote first," he said as he used a scalpel to carefully open up the demon's chest. The horrible smell intensified. "Can you be a dear and get the potion-making area ready? I'll need Remedia Demonica Vol. III by Quincey Abram."
"I don't think we have that book for sale," she said. She had cataloged his entire stock of books and arranged them for easy access.
"In my office," Harry responded. "It's in my private collection," he said as he cut the meaty tubes and lifted the heart out, holding it with both hands. Seeing the heart, Anya nodded and quickly left the room, eager to get away from the smell.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry popped into Buffy's room and found her still in bed. Though her eyes were closed, he could tell that she was awake. Her eyes fluttered open at the noise. Harry smiled warmly at her and rushed to her side. He sat down next to her and brushed his hand across her forehead. She was hot and sweaty, and not sexy kind. She had a slight fever and seemed lethargic.
"You doing okay?" he asked softly, brushing the golden hair from her face. She tried to smile back but only looked pained.
"Not really," she quietly answered. Harry nodded and pulled out the newly brewed antidote.
"Drink up," he said, unscrewing the cap on the vile. "It's fresh from the stove and chalked full of demony goodness," he joked. It only showed how much she was suffering when she opened her mouth and let him pour it down her throat without even a complaint. Immediately, her face screwed up into a disgusted look. He was sure that it didn't taste like cherry Kool-Aid, but he was unaware of just how badly it tasted. He now had an answer. He was grateful that he wasn't the one drinking it.
As soon as Buffy swallowed, some of her color began coming back. Her lips, which were very pale, suddenly bloomed back to their normal light pink color. Her cheeks blushed lightly, and her eyes looked less clouded. "How are you feeling?" he asked, checking her temperature again. She was still sweaty but no longer hot to the touch. This time when she smiled, it appeared to take much less effort.
"Better … much better," she said, climbing out of bed. "Woah!" she yelped as she nearly tumbled over. Harry caught and balanced her before she could fall. He sat her down on the mattress.
"Be careful," Harry lightly admonished her. "The antidote usually takes a couple of hours to fully flush it from your system. You can go to school tomorrow once you've fully recovered," he said, trying to put her to bed. Buffy wasn't having any of it.
"No can do. After what I heard yesterday at lunch …" Buffy shook her head and pushed herself to her feet. She swayed, and Harry held her steady. "I only have half a day to figure out who it was and stop them."
Harry nodded in understanding. Buffy was right. He looked at the clock. "You better get ready fast. No time for showering."
He then used his magic to strip her down and clean her up. Buffy threw on some clothes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she kissed him harder than she ever had. Once they had their moment of fun, Harry apparated her to a secluded location near Sunnydale High. She blew him a kiss as she walked away. Harry went back to the Summers' residence and found Joyce making breakfast. Harry smiled as he watched her work. She was in her pajamas, likely because she had planned on missing work and taking care of Buffy that morning. As she bent over to check the oven, Harry loudly wolf whistled which made her squeal and jump. Joyce bounced up and quickly turned around.
"Harry!" she cried out, breathing heavily while holding her chest. "You scared me!"
Harry chuckled and walked up to her. "I gave Buffy the antidote and took her to school. She's going to be fine," Harry told her.
"Thank goodness. I was beginning to worry when I saw the state of her this morning," Joyce answered.
"Buffy's got advanced Slayer healing. She'll be back to normal within the hour most likely," Harry assured her as he placed his hands on her hips. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her neck. Joyce gasped loudly.
"Harry … the food …" she gasped again as he tugged her pajama pants down, exposing her bare pussy. Harry ignored her concerns.
"No panties?" Harry tsked. "Naughty girls like you need to be taught a lesson," he smiled and before she knew it, he was sitting on a kitchen stool with her over his lap. Her naked ass was up in the air as his hand came down with a loud crack. Joyce yelped in pain but shuddered when he massaged her stinging butt cheek. The tips of his fingers grazed her pussy lips. She bit her lower lip as his hand came down again. She couldn't hold back the cry of pain when his palm connected with her fleshy backside. This time Harry shoved his hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy. Joyce was embarrassed to say that she was absolutely soaked. Harry brought his hand up and held it in front of her face. She could see the wet sheen of his fingers and smell the heavy scent of arousal. Harry held his fingers up to her mouth, and like a whore, she took them in and sucked them clean. When his fingers were clean, he slapped her bottom again. She felt her ass ripple painfully as she squealed. Then his hand cupped her entire pussy, and he squeezed it as though he owned her body.
"You really are naughty … Aren't you?" she heard him ask with amusement in his voice while his fingers massaged her throbbing clit. Joyce closed her eyes and nodded embarrassingly. Suddenly, she felt his fingers begin to vibrate just as he pinched her clit and rolled it between them. The sensation was exquisite, she thought as a loud moan left her lips while pussy juice dripped off of her. She couldn't stop herself from pushing her pussy harder against his hand. Her ass started bouncing, and she smeared her wetness all over his palm.
"You're not just naughty … You're a downright slut!" Harry chuckled as Joyce ground her wet pussy all over his hand. The scent of her pussy had already filled the kitchen, covering up the smell of her food cooking. "Stand up and strip," he ordered, giving her bottom one last smack.
Joyce was quickly on her feet and stepping out of her pajama pants. She then removed her shirt and dropped it on the floor, leaving her in only a pair of pink, fuzzy slippers. Her nipples were stiff and crinkled, and she wanted nothing more than for him to take them into his mouth and roughly suck on them. Thinking that he was about to take her back to her room, she was surprised when he lifted her up and placed her on the kitchen island. He rearranged her body until she was on her hands and knees. His strong hand groped her bare ass, and she felt him spread her cheeks apart slightly. The cool morning air washed over her burning hot genitals and puckered hole. As it did, her cheeks clenched tightly. Harry jiggled her ass with his hands before fondling her wet pussy one last time. Suddenly feeling his cock between her folds, she looked over her shoulder wildly with a desperate look in her eyes. Harry stared right back at her and penetrated her with a single thrust of his hips. Her mouth fell open as her pussy hugged him. Joyce turned her head and looked forward. It was then that she noticed the blinds covering the window above the sink were pulled up. Not only that, but she could hear someone clipping the hedge that was blocking her view of the street. She really hoped that he wouldn't see her in such a state. Joyce squealed as Harry angled his cock and began pounding her g-spot.
"Your pussy is brilliant!" Harry moaned as he massaged her asshole while fucking her harder and faster. By then, Joyce was cumming with every thrust. Her mouth was open, and drool was threatening to spill from her open gob. Her inner walls were fluttering and rippling while also gripping him tightly. Her body wanted his seed, and she couldn't lie, she wanted him to cum inside of her. She wanted to feel the warmth spread throughout her as he pumped her full of his essence. Her hands gripped the flat edge of the kitchen island, and she held on tight as she cried out. Harry suddenly flipped her over so that she was lying flat on her back. Her legs were spread wide like a whore as Harry stuffed her full of his meat again and again. Her body bucked as she came again. This one was especially powerful. A loud, piercing squeal of pleasure left her lips as her back arched and her toes curled. Her pussy clamped down around him, milking his cock for all it was worth. She heard him grunt and felt his seed begin to fill her. Her body thrashed around, and it was then that she tilted her head up and saw the gardener looking in through the window with wide eyes. His mouth was open in a large O. He must have heard her scream and came to check out the disturbance. Instead of a crime, he got to see her naked body twist and turn from the pleasure of having her g-spot beaten and abused. Her eyes twitched, and though she wanted to call out for Harry to cover her, her brain wasn't working properly. Her pussy was continuing to milk his cock while her body contorted in sweet agony. Harry then pulled out and shot his last rope of cum across her belly and breasts. "HARRY!" she cried out when he wiped his cock on her clit and pussy. Her pussy was too sensitive to touch.
"Sorry I can't stay, Joyce. Anya's waiting for me at the warehouse, and I really need to get some sleep," he said, yawning as he pulled on his clothes and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Joyce spread eagle on the island.
Her mind suddenly came to, and she got up, completely embarrassed, while covering her naked tits and pussy. She walked up to the window and pulled the cord. The blinds fell, blocking the shocked gardener's view. She covered her face with her hands. "Oh, god!" she said softly, feeling mortified. On the other hand, that was the best orgasm that she had ever had, so maybe it wasn't all bad. Suddenly, she noticed that the kitchen was a bit smoky right before the smoke alarm began blaring.
"My food!" she cried out, turning off the oven, and pulling out a baking tray full of burnt food. Joyce sighed and tossed the tray onto the stovetop. 'Maybe I can go out for food,' she thought as cum ran down the insides of her thighs.
Chapter 23
A roundhouse kick from Buffy sent a vampire spinning to the ground, but another quickly replaced it. She blocked a hard right punch and ducked under a sweeping left. Hunched over, she drove her small fist into the vampire's ribs, sending him stumbling back in pain. Something hard slammed into her back, and she tumbled into the grass right next to the downed vamp. A third vampire had joined the fray and rammed her in the back. He immediately began to pounce while the vampire next to her hissed and tried to roll on top of her. Buffy struck hard with an elbow to the face, causing his neck to snap back and the back of his head to slam into the ground. As the charging vampire neared her feet, she violently extended both legs and double-kicked him right in the chest. With a loud "OOF!", the vampire went head over heels into the ground. Buffy kick-flipped to her feet with both fists raised. All three vampires shook off their pain and huddled together, side by side.
"You're gonna get it now, Slayer!" one of them snarled with a menacing smile on his twisted and grotesque face. Buffy snorted.
"That's big talk from someone with my shoe print on his forehead," Buffy countered while in her battle stance.
"Maybe so, but we've brought back-up. Have you?" the vampire gleefully stated as Buffy heard soft footsteps coming up from behind. She took a quick glance behind her and saw four more vampires ready to join the fight. The moment she turned her head, the original three vampires struck at once. Buffy had just enough time to jump and commando roll away from their attack. She sprang to her feet and began a flurry of punches and kicks. She handled herself well for a few seconds, but it was utterly hopeless as soon as the new arrivals joined in. A right cross made the lights flash behind her eyes, and she stumbled to the side, where she caught a kick to the gut. Another kick to the side of the head sent her sprawling to the ground. Before she could regain her wits, two vampires jumped on her and pinned her arms and legs down.
"Any last words, Slayer?" the leader of this group asked with delight. Buffy didn't waste her time bantering. She was too busy struggling to break free and save her own life. The other five vampires stood at her feet, looking down at her with the utmost contempt. Suddenly, the dark sky flared orange behind them, and all five vampires burst into flames. Their screams cracked across the otherwise quiet cemetery, and they barely had time to flail about before their bodies burst into dust. Through the cloud of dust stepped Harry, and Buffy let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Sorry, I'm late … but you know how it is," Harry smiled and shrugged. Buffy smiled back.
"Better late than never," she replied with newfound energy. The distracted vampires holding her arms down didn't expect her to swing her arms inward suddenly. Their bodies were pulled toward one another, and their foreheads painfully collided together.
The moment Buffy smashed the two vampire's heads together, Harry caught one of them full in the face with a heavy boot. His head snapped back violently, and Harry could see a row of sharp, pointy teeth when he opened his mouth and cried out in pain. Falling off of her arm, Harry levitated the vampire into the air. He yelled loudly and kicked his arms and legs in an attempt to break free. Harry then conjured a long, wooden spear and banished it at him. With nowhere to escape, the vampire grunted, and his eyes bulged out as the spear penetrated his chest. His horrified expression only lasted a second before he turned to dust. Harry then turned and watched Buffy hit her vampire so hard that his body twisted through the air. As soon as he hit the ground, Buffy drove her stake through his heart. She stood up and brushed the dust from her shirt and jeans.
"Good timing," she said as she walked over to him. "What took you so long?"
"I came across two vampires sneaking through someone's yard on my way over. There's been an awful lot of vampire activity lately," Harry commented as he checked Buffy over for injuries.
"I've noticed that too. I think it might have something to do with the Ascension," Buffy told him as he picked the grass and twigs from her blonde hair. 'It's nice to have someone that cares about me,' Buffy thought as he smoothed out the tangles in her hair.
"Ascension? What's that?" Harry asked, having never heard of it.
"I'm not exactly sure yet. Giles has been spending most of his free time researching it. As a matter of fact, Willow has too. It's really cut into our girl time. Let's finish our patrol, and we can talk to him tomorrow and see what he knows," Buffy said as she hugged him around the waist and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks for the save. It was getting really iffy there for a moment," she smiled as she looked up at him. Harry smiled down at her and brushed the hair from her face. He then kissed her forehead. Buffy closed her eyes and purred.
"My pleasure," he responded.
"Speaking of pleasure … Can you stay with me tonight? We haven't spent time together in what feels like forever," she pouted.
"I was with you three days ago," Harry reminded her and chuckled. His hands squeezed her slim waist before sliding them down to her ass.
"That's too long!" she complained again. "Forget about the fact that I love being with you from a physical standpoint. I really need the boost in my Slayer powers. It seems like all the badies are crawling out of the woodwork and looking for a good time, and until we know what this Ascension is, I want to be at the top of my game," she explained.
Harry thought about it for a second and nodded. "I suppose you're right. Having you at full strength for the foreseeable future is probably a good idea," he said, pulling her body closer. His hands were tightly holding onto her ass as Buffy wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. "Besides, it's not like being with you is a chore," Harry teased as his lips found her neck. Buffy smiled and tilted her head to the side to give his lips more room.
"Hold your horses," she giggled. "I said after we finish patrolling," she reminded him. Harry hesitantly removed his lips from her neck and his hands from her toned bottom.
"The sacrifices I make," Harry sighed, and Buffy rolled her eyes.
"You'll survive. C'mon … The quicker we finish, the sooner we can be alone," she told him and pulled him by the hand to the next cemetery right across the street. Harry thought there were far too many cemeteries in Sunnydale for his liking.
The rest of the patrol ended with little action. They came across one more lone vampire that had just dug himself out of his grave. Buffy ended him with a quick stab in the heart. At the end of their shift, Harry apparated them back to Buffy's room, where she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Harry's hands returned to her ass, and he lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she moaned into his mouth. Buffy then broke the kiss and laid smaller kisses up and down his jawline.
"Can you clean us with your magic?" she asked between kisses. "I don't want to waste time showering," Buffy confessed. Harry gave her a short nod and placed her back on her feet. Within a second, both of them were completely nude and clean. Buffy pulled him down onto the bed with her and spread her legs so that he was lying between them. Her hairless pussy was pressed firmly against the bottom of his shaft, and Buffy teased him further by wiggling her hips around and smearing her dampness on him. Harry responded by sliding his hands up her slim sides until he gripped her triceps. He pushed her arms over her head, causing her perky breasts to stretch upward. Buffy bit her lower lip cutely as Harry kissed softly along her cleavage. He could hear the rate of her breathing increase when his lips found the inside of one of her breasts. Buffy's skin had a pleasant sweetness to it, Harry thought as he lightly sucked on the area close to her nipple. Her body was always so hot, and that night was no different. Harry could feel the heat radiating from her soft skin. He moved his hands down her triceps, and Buffy trembled when his fingertips grazed the delicate skin under her arms.
"Please, Harry … I've been waiting long enough," she begged when he pushed her breasts together and kissed all around her hard nipples.
"Patience is a virtue," Harry teased with a smile and lightly nipped one of her nipples with his teeth. Buffy gasped and squeezed his hips with her thighs. Harry yelped when she suddenly used her superior physical strength to flip him over, so she was now on top. Buffy brushed the cascade of long blonde hair from her face when she sat upright. Her knees were on either side of him, and he could feel her hot, moist pussy pressed firmly against the bottom of his shaft.
"It's never been a virtue of mine," the sexy Slayer smirked as she began slowly rolling her hips. Harry's hands found the tops of her smooth thighs, and he gripped them tightly as her pussy slid back and forth along his manhood and painted his shaft with her wetness.
"Why am I not surprised?" Harry joked before moaning. Buffy had lifted her bottom and grabbed his cock. Quicker than he could count, she placed the head at her entrance and dropped down on him. Her tight walls felt incredible as they slid down his cock. When she came to fully rest on him, Buffy immediately started thrusting her hips.
Buffy was already very tight, but when she squeezed him with her powerful muscles, Harry nearly came. Buffy must have seen his expression because she smirked happily.
"It feels good, huh?" she teased, rolling her hips. Harry thrust his hips upward while tightly gripping her waist.
"Really good," Harry agreed with a moan. Buffy then leaned down and kissed him. Her long hair tickled his chest, and Harry responded by grabbing her cheeks and thrusting into her from below. She let out a shuddering moan as she massaged his tongue. His arms snaked around her waist, and he held her against him.
The sounds of his thrusting were getting more obscene. Buffy always got incredibly wet for him, and the loud squelching of her pussy being fucked told him that today was much the same. Buffy broke the kiss and whimpered against his cheek. Her stiff nipples rubbed against his chest as her body was repeatedly bucked upward. It wasn't long before her pussy was tightly squeezing him without any conscious effort from her. Moving his fingers between her cheeks, he found her tight little hole and began to play with the rim. Buffy's body violently trembled from the touch, and she exhaled loudly against his neck. It was Harry's turn to smirk.
"It looks like someone misses my touch. Do you want me inside of here?" Harry asked her in a teasing voice while tickling her hole with his finger. Buffy squeaked softly while her pussy began to flutter. Though he couldn't see her expression, Harry knew she was embarrassed by the question. "Well?" he asked again and gave her ass a soft smack.
"Yes," Buffy embarrassingly admitted. "But I want you to finish inside of me first," she added. Harry, of course, had no problems with that. Her insanely tight pussy would make sure of it. His lips found her neck, and Buffy gasped in delight as he quickened his pace. From below, he was brutally pounding her in a way that he knew she loved. Her pleasured squeaks and squeals grew louder with every thrust until, finally, she couldn't hold on any longer. Buffy cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. Harry held onto her tightly as her body bucked, though because of her raw strength, he found this difficult. With her pussy ferociously milking his cock, Harry had no hope of hanging on. He moaned right along with her and filled her with his seed. He slowed his tempo and slowly penetrated her while her pussy overflowed with cum. Buffy squeaked and spasmed one last time before she collapsed on top of him. Her breathing was ragged, but her voice was utterly delighted.
"Whew!" she breathed out, brushing the hair from her eyes. "That's exactly what I needed," she said, laying her head on his chest. Harry chuckled and stroked her hair. He then lightly scratched her scalp, which made her purr with pleasure. It wasn't long before she was ready again, and Harry was forced to pleasure her for hours on end.
Harry in the Hellmouth
"Hi, Giles!" Buffy chirped the next day as they walked into the school's library. Giles took his specs off and cleaned them with a white hanky.
"Buffy … Harry," he returned her greeting. Giles looked tired and sullen.
"What's got your knickers in a twist?" Buffy asked, dropping down onto a seat.
"The Ascension … My research is less than promising," he admitted. Buffy never liked it when he looked this serious.
"Alright, spill," she demanded. Giles began going over everything he had come across in his research. Buffy looked less pleased with every sentence.
"So the mayor will turn into some kind of demon … on graduation day?" Harry asked in confusion. The whole thing sounded completely ludicrous.
"This is Sunnydale," Giles simply stated. "Are you really surprised?"
Harry had nothing to say to that. It shouldn't have surprised him one bit. Sunnydale was the Mecca for the strange and absurd. Buffy didn't say a word. She was lost in thought. Quite a few people he cared about would be graduating that day, and there was no way he would let anything happen to them.
With more confidence than anyone else in the room, Harry stated, "Alright … Let's devise a plan."
Chapter 24
It was late at night, and Harry snuck into the Summers' kitchen to get a drink of water. Buffy had just demanded a marathon session in the bedroom, and Harry, being the gentleman that he was, gladly obliged. She was now fast asleep while Harry attempted to cure his dehydration issues before returning to his warehouse to get some work done. He had a large order in a couple of days and needed to pull the stock from the shelves. He was gulping down his glass of cold water when he heard a door squeak open. A few seconds later, Joyce tiredly walked into the dark kitchen wearing a robe. She rubbed her eyes and didn't notice him until she nearly bumped into him.
"EEP!" she squeaked in fright and jumped about a foot off the ground.
"Shh!" Harry quieted her. "We don't want to wake Buffy," he told her. Joyce was breathing heavily while resting her palm over her heart.
"Harry!" she gasped. "What are you doing here at this hour?" she asked the perfectly logical question.
"I had a bit of free time, and I was hoping to spend it with you," he lied with a cheeky smirk. Joyce raised an eyebrow, though she didn't appear to dislike the idea. She checked the clock on the wall.
"It's nearly 3 am," she said.
"That's the prime time for love," Harry joked and pulled the belt on her robe. She stumbled over to him.
"Stop being corny," she laughed and smacked his shoulder while he untied the belt. He opened her robe, revealing her nude body. Sadly, most of it was hidden among the shadows. However, that didn't stop him from feeling it. He ran his hands up her smooth sides until his thumbs brushed against the sides of her breasts. A small, shuddering gasp left her lips as he dragged his palms back down her sides and over her flared hips. He slid his hands up her slender belly and cupped her breasts. He felt her nipples instantly harden under his touch. Joyce squirmed in place as Harry played with her shapely tits. He pulled her against him and found her lips, and Joyce moaned into his mouth as he explored her tongue. He ran his palms down her nude back and felt her skin goosebump. His lips moved down her chin and throat, and Joyce leaned back, giving him more room to operate. Harry laid soft kisses down her chest and down the middle of her breasts. He loved the sweet smell of her skin. He then kissed the inside of each breast before his lips brushed against her hard nipple.
"Harry," she quietly begged as he kissed around her areola. He took the crinkled tip into his mouth and sucked on it hard while Joyce gasped in delight. He let go of her nipple with a wet pop and kissed the hard tip of her other nipple.
"Shall we take this to the room, or would you prefer I leave?" he asked, giving her the choice. By then, his hands had moved around back, and he cupped her shapely cheeks. He squeezed and spread them, making her body tremble.
"No," Joyce gasped as his fingers edged dangerously close to her hot core. "You shouldn't be walking home alone at this hour," she said before quickly adding, "You can stay."
Joyce grabbed his wrist and forced him to follow her back to her room. Her grip was tight, as if she didn't want him to back out suddenly. As they entered her bedroom, Harry flicked on the light and closed the door. When he turned around, he saw Joyce standing there with her robe open. There was only a slight dusting of short hair on her mound, and her nipples were incredibly stiff. She blushed when his eyes traveled down to her pussy. She kept her legs closed and sexily rubbed her thighs together, anticipating what was to come.
"I haven't had time to shave down there. I didn't know you were visiting," she told him apologetically. Harry strolled up to her and reached down. He ran his fingers along her folds and found them damp. He then lightly pinched one of the inner lips that was slightly hanging out from between her plumper outer lips. He massaged the slick flesh while she rested her hands on his shoulders for support.
"I don't mind a little hair," he teased and eased two fingers into her opening. Her walls squeezed his digits, and he could feel how wet and hot she was. "Just as long as your pussy is wet and ready to go," he teased her further. He slowly began pumping his fingers back and forth. "But you don't seem to have that problem. Every time I touch you, your pussy is soaked," he said, pulling his fingers from her depths.
He held up his fingers and showed her. She blushed deeply when she saw how wet they were. Harry held them to her lips, and knowing what he wanted, she opened her mouth and leaned forward. Her lips wrapped around his arousal-slickened fingers, and she immediately began sucking them clean. Joyce moaned when he used his free hand to caress her naked tits. He brushed his thumb back and forth over her hardened tip and lightly tugged on it. Her tongue wiggled around his fingers, and she bobbed her head like she was sucking a cock. Harry pulled his fingers from her mouth and slid the robe down over her shoulders. It dropped to the floor, leaving her completely nude. "Why don't you use those skills to suck on something else?" he told her. Her pink cheeks grew brighter, but she complied nonetheless.
Joyce knelt and placed the wadded-up robe under her knees for extra padding. With trembling hands, she reached for his jeans and unbuttoned them before lowering the zipper. She then grabbed them at the waist and tugged his jeans and boxers down in one go. His hard cock bounced up and slapped her under the chin, causing her to squeak in surprise. Her hands gripped his thighs, and she stood on her knees, staring at it in wonder. "I can't get over how big it is," she said with a breathy voice. Her hand found the base of his cock, and she wrapped her fingers around it. The tips of her fingers didn't even touch as she held his girth. Harry ran his fingers through her hair, and she looked up at him with glazed, lustful eyes.
Her other hand cupped his balls, and she began massaging them while she pumped his cock. Joyce angled the head up to her lips and started tickling it with her tongue. Harry shuddered when she ran her talented tongue under the tip. She flicked her tongue up and down and toyed with the little ridge at the bottom of his head. Her lips grew bolder and wrapped around the entire head. Her hands left his body, and she rested them at her side. Joyce looked up at him with her big doe eyes, waiting for him to act. Harry placed his hand on the back of her head and slowly began thrusting. When the head hit the back of her throat, she didn't gag as his cock slipped further down. He kept pushing until his stomach pressed against her face. Joyce shook her head from side to side, and then Harry pulled his hips back. She inhaled loudly when his cock popped from her lips. "On the bed," Harry ordered.
Joyce was quick to react. She got to her feet and climbed onto her bed. She was about to roll over onto her back when Harry stopped her. "Doggystyle," he corrected her. Joyce dutifully waited on her hands and knees as Harry stripped. "I want your chest against the bed and your ass up."
She did as she was commanded. Her chest pressed flat against the bed while keeping her ass in the air. "Spread your knees wider and arch your back," Harry added. Joyce blushed furiously while getting into position. She inched her knees further apart until she was almost doing the splits. She then arched her back, creating a cock-hardening sight.
Joyce hid her face against the bed, completely embarrassed that she was spread open like a whore and waiting to get fucked by a man half her age. Still, she couldn't deny the thrill she felt. Her pussy was burning hot and soaking wet, and she could feel the cool air of her room washing over her overheated crotch. From Harry's view, she knew he could see everything. Her wet pussy and puckering hole were there for his viewing pleasure. The only question was, which hole was he going to choose? The bed shifted as he climbed on, and her heart raced when he ran his hand down her lower back and over her ass. His thumb brushed over her asshole, making her cheeks clench. He ran his thumb further down and over her lips, and Joyce whimpered when he began rubbing her slit. His thumb flicked over her swollen clit, making her moan into the mattress. He then moved his finger back up to her asshole. His thumb pressed against the hole just as the head of his cock touched her lips. All it took was a slight thrust for his fat cock to spread her lips open. His head pierced her entrance and sank further in. Her plump lips closed around him, and her silky walls clung to his skin. Joyce's eyes fluttered as she felt him rubbing against her inner walls, and she squeaked when the head of his cock hit her cervix.
"Are you ready?" she heard him ask.
"Yes!" she gasped into the bed while his thumb rubbed circles over her asshole. Harry's hips pulled back, and Joyce moaned as she felt his flared head softly scraping her walls. The pleasure was incredible, and she wanted more. Harry pushed forward, and he sank back in. A loud, wet squelch erupted from her pussy, mortifying her. She was very glad Harry couldn't see her expression. For his part, he didn't seem to mind how perverted her pussy sounded. His thrusting increased, and so did the perverse sounds coming from her wet cunt. It only took a few thrusts for him to get into a rhythm, and before long, her cheeks were loudly clapping as his hips smacked into her ass. Joyce bit down on the blanket and whimpered pathetically.
Harry moved his hand down between her legs and found her clit. As his fingers began toying with it, sparks of intense pleasure raced up her spine, causing her toes to curl painfully. Her pussy squeezed his cock tightly, and without even thinking about it, Joyce began driving her ass backward and fucking herself on his long, thick cock. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the tip of his cock repeatedly hit her g-spot. "Oh, god! Fuck me harder!" her muffled voice begged from below.
Looking down, Harry could see how much she was creaming his cock. His wet shaft was smeared with a thin coating of her white cream. The insides of her thighs were streaked with wetness, and the smell of her arousal hung heavy in the air. He could tell that she was close to climaxing. Her walls fluttered and pulsated around his thrusting shaft, making him moan from the pleasure. He rolled her little clit between his fingers, and that was all it took to push her over the edge. Her pussy clamped down on him, desperately trying to keep him inside. Harry continued to fuck her as she came on his cock.
"Oh!" Joyce squealed into the bed as her pussy sucked on his cock. "Please, I … HARRY!" she cried out as Harry changed the angle of his thrust and sent a sharp spike of pleasure into her.
"Here it comes," Harry groaned and released inside of her. Joyce felt a sudden flood of warmth filling her cunt. Her pussy spasmed around him, trying to milk every last drop from it. Harry didn't pull out until his balls had been completely emptied. When he finally did, he rolled her onto her back. Joyce looked up at him, breathing heavily while her body still bucked and spasmed. He leaned down and kissed her, and Joyce happily returned it.
"I have to go. There's work at the warehouse that needs to be done, but I'll come back and see you soon," he promised and kissed her again. He made sure to grope her naked breasts one more time before sending a smile her way.
Joyce sent a tired smile back and pulled the covers over her nude body. As Harry closed the door, Joyce almost immediately fell asleep with a big, goofy smile on her face and cum leaking from her quivering pussy. She only hoped that Harry would make these early morning visits a common occurrence. She had never had a booty call before, but it was something she could definitely get used to.
Chapter 25
Buffy smiled as someone she hadn't seen in a while walked through her door. "Hey, Faith!"
"Hey, B!" Faith smiled back, walked up to her, and gave her a hug. Buffy hugged her back. "Where's your mom going?" she asked, dropping her bag at her feet. Joyce had answered the door with a packed bag in her hand. After giving the Slayer a quick hug, she jumped in her car and left.
"With the whole Ascension thing tomorrow, I really didn't want her in town. I convinced her to visit San Diego for the next day or two," Buffy confessed.
"Smart move," Faith nodded. "No telling how many gross-n-uglies will be visiting town tomorrow," she said.
"Thanks for coming back. We're going to need all the help we can get," Buffy smiled nervously.
"No prob. I've been looking for a good fight," Faith smiled back, though Buffy could tell she was equally nervous.
"You're nervous too, huh?" Buffy asked as she grabbed her packed bag from the foot of her bed.
"Isn't everyone?" Faith nervously chuckled.
"Everyone but Harry. That boy's got nerves of steel," Buffy said, shaking her head.
"Speaking of Mister Tall, Dark, and Sexy, where is he?" Faith asked her. It had been too long since she had last seen him, and she was really starting to miss him.
"I'm staying with him tonight. I'm going to need my Slayer Boost for the fight tomorrow," she explained. "So I guess you'll have the room to yourself tonight," Buffy told her.
"Wait a minute, now! What about me?" Faith cried out, annoyed that she was being left out.
"What about you?" Buffy asked, confused.
"I need a boost, too!" she stated, crossing her arms over her chest.
Buffy flushed red. She had completely forgotten about that. It had slipped her mind that, as a Slayer, Faith could benefit from being with Harry tonight. Truth be told, their entire team would benefit if they had two Slayers at the top of their game. This put Buffy in a bit of a pickle.
"So what are we supposed to do?" she asked. There was no way she would give up a chance to spend the night with Harry. Even if she didn't need a boost, she still wouldn't pass up the opportunity.
"I'll join you tonight," Faith said with certainty. Buffy sputtered in disbelief.
"What?!" she called out, wondering if she heard her correctly. Faith rolled her eyes and unfolded her arms.
"Relax, B. It's just sex. Besides, it's not like we have to do anything with each other," she said with a smirk. Sometimes Buffy could really be a wet towel, Faith thought.
"But it's still the two of us in the same bed … naked …" Buffy stated with wide eyes. Faith laughed.
"Grow up, B. I've been with girls before, and it's actually kind of fun," she smirked. Buffy's face turned red. "It'll be fine. I promise," Faith assured her. Buffy stayed quiet for a second before sighing and slumping.
"Fine … But keep your hands to yourself," Buffy finally relented and began to walk toward the door.
"Hold up. I need to shower first. There's no way I'm jumping into bed with Harry after spending five hours in a plane," Faith said as she leaned down and unzipped her bag.
Buffy sighed and checked the time. "Alright. Just make it quick."
"In and out. I promise," Faith smiled happily while fishing out a change of clothes.
Harry in the Hellmouth
While waiting for Buffy, Harry was flipping through his personal spellbook that he had spent decades creating. He was looking for anything that would aid him in the fight the following day. On top of his desk sat the Elder Wand. That alone would give him a huge advantage. Harry wasn't worried about himself. He would survive the Ascension. There was no doubt about that. What he worried about was the friends he had made here in Sunnydale. He didn't want them getting hurt. He had helped convince Joyce to leave town, and frankly, it didn't take much persuading to convince Cordelia and Anya to do likewise. He tried to get Willow and Xander to go with them, but they weren't having it. Eventually, there was a knock at the door. Harry checked the time and rolled his eyes. "Late as always," he chuckled while getting up.
He answered the door and was only slightly surprised to see Faith with Buffy. Buffy smiled prettily and stepped in. "Hey, Harry," she said, stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed him on the lips.
"Hey, Buff. Late again?" he teased while caressing her slim sides over her t-shirt.
"It wasn't my fault. Blame this one," she joked, jerking her thumb toward Faith. Faith wore a pretty smile on her face as she stepped up to him.
"It's good to see you again. Thanks for the plane ticket. It beats the bus any day of the week," she said, bumping Buffy out of the way and taking her place.
"No problem … and it's good to see you too," Harry said as Faith followed Buffy's lead and wrapped her arms around his neck. Instead of the soft kiss that Buffy gave him, Faith leaned in and shoved her tongue down his throat.
"Mmm," she moaned into his mouth while her hands immediately went to his trousers. Her fingers fumbled while trying to unbutton his jeans. Buffy huffed in annoyance. They had been there for less than a minute, and Faith was already trying to hog him. Buffy wasn't going to have any of that. She joined Faith's side and pushed her hands out of the way. She ignored Faith's moans and the sound of their kissing while getting his pants undone. She tugged his jeans and boxers down his thighs, freeing his massive erection. 'Faith can have fun with his lips all she wants, but I get the good stuff,' Buffy inwardly smirked as her hand wrapped around his length. As soon as she began tugging on it, Harry moaned into Faith's mouth. Buffy looked up with a smirk, only to see him dragging Faith's shirt over her head. Faith's breasts were about the same size as hers, only a bit bigger, and much to her annoyance, they were equally perky. Harry's hands immediately found them, and Buffy watched as he kneaded them and played with Faith's hard nipples. Not wanting to be forgotten, Buffy dropped to her knees and licked him from balls to head. When she reached the head, she kissed the tip before taking him into her mouth.
Faith broke the kiss as Harry gasped into her mouth. She looked down and found Buffy going to town on his cock. "Way to go, B!" Faith cheered her on as Buffy slurped down his cock. Faith then stepped away, removed her shoes and socks, and pushed her tight pants down her wide hips. Faith smiled sexily at him and bounced her hips from side to side, giving him a sexy show as her smooth pussy came into view. She stepped out of her pants and rubbed her pussy while walking to his bed. Faith crawled onto the bed on all fours and spread her knees. Her ass lifted up, exposing both holes. "Harry?" she called for him, wiggling her ass from side to side while using a hand to spread one of her cheeks. "I'm waiting," she impatiently sang.
Buffy pulled off his cock but kept stroking it while looking over at Faith. 'What a slut,' she thought, finding Faith naked and ready to go. Harry then lifted her to her feet and smacked her bottom.
"Take off your clothes and get on the bed," he ordered as he moved behind Faith. Harry began stripping down, and Buffy was quick to join him. In less than a minute, both were equally naked. Harry began rubbing his cock against Faith's wet slit as Buffy moved to her side. Buffy got into the same position as Faith, with her ass up waiting to get stuffed. Buffy didn't see the penetration, but she heard Faith's shuddering moan as Harry pierced her.
Harry rubbed Faith's lower back as he slipped inside of her. Like Buffy, her wet tunnel was very tight and incredibly strong. She bruisingly squeezed his cock when he bumped her cervix. He let his thumb glide over her puckered hole, making her quiver with pleasure. "Stop teasing me," Faith gasped as she reached between her legs and found her clit. Harry chuckled and began pumping his hips while Faith rubbed circles over her clit.
Buffy didn't like having to wait her turn, but she couldn't deny how much it turned her on to hear Faith getting fucked right beside her. It turned her on even more when Harry reached over and began stroking her damp slit with his thumb. Her beautiful eyes fluttered, and she squealed into the bed as the pad of his thumb moved up and down her slit, smearing her juices over her hard clit.
Harry pulled out of Faith and moved behind Buffy. He stuffed the head of his slick cock into her and thrust forward. Like Faith, Buffy's pussy squeezed him tightly as he fully entered her. Her head turned toward Faith, her eyes wide and her mouth open. He ran his hand up her spine and grabbed the back of her neck. Leaning forward, Harry began to fuck her harder than he ever had. Buffy gasped loudly and squealed while her cheeks clapped against his skin. Faith angled her head toward Buffy and watched her friend get fucked. Her mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing heavily while Buffy moaned and cried out in pleasure. "Fuck me like that," she demanded as she saw Buffy's eyes roll into the back of her head.
"Your wish is my command," Harry joked as he pulled out of Buffy. His cock was practically dripping with their juices as he switched to Faith. Harry slid inside of her waiting pussy. Harry grabbed her around the front of her thighs and lifted her lower half up. He then began to fuck her in the wheelbarrow position, which Faith seemed to love.
"Oh, god, YES!" she squealed. "Harder!"
Buffy watched in shock as Faith was holding up her body weight with her strong arms. Her hair was bouncing in waves, and her tits were flopping uncontrollably. The sound of their rutting was brutal. Every thrust was like a crack of thunder, and Faith loved every second of it. She sat up to get a better look. Faith's ass and thick thighs were rippling from the force of his thrusts. Faith cried out again, and her strength left her. Her top half collapsed onto the bed, but Harry continued hammering into her. Buffy scooted over and ran one hand over his back, and the other over his chest. "Harry … What about me?" she pouted, wanting her pussy plowed as well.
He let Faith drop flat onto the bed before scooping Buffy into his arms. He flipped her over and set her down directly on top of Faith's nude back. Buffy gasped in surprise as her tits mashed into Faith's back, and her legs parted to either side of her hips. She immediately forgot about the compromising position she was in when she felt his long, fat cock stretching her tight pussy. He gave her no time to prepare as he began fucking her with wild abandon. Buffy's head fell forward, and she rested her face against the back of Faith's head while her pussy was being pounded. She tried her best to keep the pleasured squeals and moans from escaping her mouth, but she couldn't hold them back for long. She was surprised by the sensation of her stiff nipples rubbing against the soft skin of Faith's nude back. It felt incredible. She shuddered hard as her pussy began clutching his thrusting cock. She was just about to cum when the bastard pulled out and stuffed his love stick into Faith's dripping hole.
Harry was having the time of his life as he switched between the two girls. Both of their pussies were wonderfully tight and scorching hot. He loved the dirty things Faith would cry out as he pounded her sensitive g-spot, and he loved the cute, little squeaks and squeals of pleasure Buffy would make as her insides gripped his thick cock. It didn't take long for Faith to cry out as her pussy clamped down on his length. Harry groaned from the pleasure before quickly switching back to Buffy. Her orgasm came a minute later, which triggered his. Her inner walls fluttered around him and held onto him tightly as he tried to pull out. Harry groaned and released inside of her. He then quickly pulled out and stuffed it into Faith's fluttering pussy. He thrust over and over, filling her with cum. Before he was fully emptied, he switched back to Buffy and gave her the last few shots.
He pulled back, releasing his wet cock from her cumming pussy. Faith bucked Buffy off her back and ignored her cry of, "HEY!" Faith spun around and quickly took his still-hard cock into her mouth. "So good!" she moaned as she sucked the mixture of their fluids off of his throbbing shaft. Buffy joined in and took him into her mouth as soon as he pulled away from Faith's talented lips. Faith stared at his cock, patiently waiting for her turn. All Harry could do was smile and count his blessings. 'Tomorrow will be tough, so I might as well enjoy tonight,' he thought with a smirk as Buffy let him go with a wet pop, and Faith dutifully took her place.