Chapter 26
The atmosphere was tense, and even Oz, who was usually very even-keeled, was more than a little nervous. He was crouched down behind the short wall on the roof of Sunnydale High, sitting next to Harry. Harry had his head above the edge, scoping out the oncoming threat. "There's a lot. Maybe two or three hundred," Harry told him as he watched the vampire horde slowly making their way to the school.
"Two or three hundred," he breathlessly whispered as though he couldn't believe those numbers. He poked his head up and quickly dropped back down, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Shit," he muttered under his breath.
On the roof with them were eight other students. Harry chose those who probably wouldn't have been good at physical combat. They were a mixture of the small, meek, and sickly. One girl whimpered while sitting close by with her arms wrapped around her knees. Harry smiled calmly at her and rubbed her shoulder. "It'll be okay. I promise," he assured her. She took a deep breath and nodded.
"Should we start?" a guy with crutches asked, and Harry shook his head.
"Wait for the signal," Harry told him.
In the courtyard in the center of the school, the graduation ceremony was underway, which was being broadcast to them by a walkie-talkie under Xander's control. Waiting was the worst part … if you didn't count the absurdly long speech that the mayor was giving. Harry then heard the mayor's speech falter, and it sounded as though he was struggling to talk. He then began grunting in pain, and Harry knew it was time.
"Get ready," he quietly told his small band of combatants. He looked over all of them, and each one was trembling badly. Suddenly, there was a loud scream, which turned into a deafening roar. Then, the long neck and head of a serpentine creature rose up, reaching the same height as the roof.
"NOW!" he heard Buffy call out through the walkie-talkie, and Harry jumped to his feet.
"Let's go!" Harry yelled out as flames and arrows began flying at the creature's head, distacting it from what was happening on the roof. As scared as they were, everyone around him jumped up and joined him at the roof's edge. Harry started several magical fires along the edge and picked up one of the many gas-filled bottles lining the roof. He lit the rag and took aim. Harry chucked the bottle over the edge and watched as the flaming bottle arched through the air and hit the ground right between three vampires. The bottle burst, and all three were instantly engulfed in flames. They screeched loudly and thrashed around as their clothes were set alight. Beside him, Oz chucked the next bottle, and then the person next to him threw another. Within seconds, bottle after bottle smashed against the ground, setting dozens of vampires on fire.
Harry twirled the Elder Wand in his fingers and swirled it around and around. A small ball of fire appeared, hovering over the tip. With every swirl of his wand, the ball of fire pulsated and doubled in size. Once it reached the size of a basketball, Harry pointed his wand at the crowd below and fired. The ball shot from his wand and hit the ground with such explosive force that it ripped massive chunks of concrete from the ground. The twenty or so vampires unlucky enough to get caught up in the blast were instantly vaporized. Meanwhile, more and more flaming bottles arched through the air, some hitting their intended targets, some not so much. The beast below roared in rage, though Harry couldn't see what was happening. "We're almost out!" Oz loudly informed him as he threw another bottle.
"Throw whatever's left and get over here!" Harry loudly ordered his small group. It took another minute before all the bottles were gone. They quickly huddled around him. "I've already explained what this is, so grab on," Harry told them, holding up a large, plastic hula-hoop. Everyone except Oz grabbed the toy and held on tightly.
"Thank you all for helping out. I'm proud of you," Harry smiled at them, and the girl closest to him blushed heavily. The rest looked pleased with their efforts. With that, Harry set off the portkey and transported them to safety. They needed to get off the roof as quickly as possible. "You ready?" he asked Oz, and he nodded, tightly clutching his handheld weapons. Harry grabbed his shoulder and apparated them down to the ground below.
Oz stumbled when they reappeared, and Harry grabbed him by his bicep to keep him on his feet. All around was carnage and destruction. Dozens of fires were burning, which were throwing the vampires into a bit of a panicked frenzy. Students then rushed out of the building with stakes, axes, machetes, and anything else they could get their hands on, and rushed the oncoming horde. Oz charged in with his spear, and Harry could only hope he would be okay.
As a vampire ran by, Harry flicked his wand and sent several arrows at him. One missed while the other two hit him in the arm and the side of his head. His legs stopped working mid-stride, and he limply flopped to the ground, where he exploded in a burst of dust. Two vampires spotted him and charged while baring their sharp fangs. "Come get some, ugly!" Harry taunted them, which seemed to anger them more. Their disgusting, deformed faces quickly turned from anger to surprise when Harry swished his wand and sent them rocketing backward. They slammed into the ground and skidded across it before rolling right into a fuel fire. Their high-pitched squeals of agony were music to his ears.
Harry jerked his wand, and a flamethrower-like torrent of fire erupted from the tip, setting several more alight and sending several others running scared. Off in the distance, Harry spotted Angel punching and kicking his way through a small group of vampires. He looked like he had things under control. Harry's momentary lack of concentration nearly cost him. A vampire grabbed him from behind and wrapped his arms around him, pinning Harry's arms to his sides. Harry thrashed around, but the vampire was incredibly strong. As it leaned in to take a bite out of his neck, Harry pointed his wand at the vampire's foot and shot off a powerful Blasting Curse. The concussive blast sent Harry tumbling to the ground, but he quickly rolled to his feet. When he spotted the vampire ten feet away, it was screaming and holding a stump where its leg used to be. A Piercing Hex punched a hole right through the side of its head, and it turned to dust. Harry then heard a female scream, and Xander yelling, "Willow!"
Harry spotted the redhead in a similar position to the one he was just in. A vampire had her from behind as she thrashed around trying to break free. Harry pointed his wand and summoned the vampire to him. Even as it soared through the air, the vampire refused to let go of his favorite redhead. His options were limited since he didn't want to hurt Willow, so the moment their feet touched the ground, Harry used the power of the Elder Wand and summoned the vampire's chin to him from behind. His head twisted around with a sickening pop, and suddenly, he was staring at Harry even though his body was facing the opposite direction. His arms and legs went limp, and his body dropped to the ground. Willow jumped away and turned around. Her face grew a bit pale when she saw how badly his neck had been snapped. The vampire cried out pitifully, which caused Willow to jump in fright. She ran around the body and joined Harry's side just before he incinerated it with a flick of his wand.
"Harry …" she choked out, trying to catch her breath. "Thank goodness," she said, tightly wrapping her arms around his waist. Harry chuckled and fired off a cutter, which flew through the air and sliced a vampire apart at the waist.
"Maybe you should stick by my side," Harry suggested, and Willow readily agreed. Her neck was already beginning to bruise from the fierce grip the vampire had on her. Another ground-shaking roar came from inside the school, and Harry heard loud booming sounds like the beast was crashing through walls. "Umm … I think maybe we should run," Harry told Willow, who was still clutching him tightly. It seemed that Buffy's part of the plan was well underway.
"I think that's a good idea," Willow agreed, and they took off running right before a massive explosion knocked them off their feet. Harry hit the grass hard and rolled several feet before coming to a stop. He turned his head and saw large chunks of Sunnydale High raining down all around them. A huge fireball blew out the front doors, and a large section of the roof collapsed. A few seconds later, the entire building was burning. A few feet away, Willow groaned. Harry crawled over to her and checked her for injuries.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She had a few scrapes on her hands and cheeks, but other than that, she appeared unhurt.
"My ankle," she winced. "I twisted it." Harry lifted her leg and asked her to wiggle her foot.
"It's not broken," he said as she moved her foot in a circular pattern. Harry pointed his wand at her ankle and healed it to the best of his ability. Willow sighed, and Harry helped her to her feet. She tried to put some weight on it.
"I think it's okay," she said with a soft smile.
The few vampires that were left knew they were fighting a losing battle and did what they do best. They tucked tails and ran the moment things got dicey. Harry shot a few fireballs at their retreating backs, but only managed to hit a few before the rest sank into the shadows.
"Buffy?" Willow asked as she stared at the collapsing school, highly concerned for her best friend.
"C'mon … Let's go find her," Harry told her. He knew Buffy would be okay. She was a tough girl who could take care of herself.
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"Ow! Ow! Owie!" Buffy hissed as Harry dabbed her cut cheek with an alcohol soaked cotton ball.
"That's what you get for diving headfirst through a closed window," Harry amusedly stated as he cleaned her wounds. "Why didn't you open it when you were packing the library with explosives?" he asked the logical question.
"That was Giles' job," Buffy said, staring the librarian down with an unimpressed look. Giles squirmed in place and fiddled with his glasses.
"Yes, well, I …" he momentarily paused to think up a plausible lie. When he couldn't think of one, he decided to stall. "I was planning to, but I … well …"
"He forgot when he started pilfering books from the library," Xander chuckled. "That magical bag you gave him really came in handy. I don't think there was a book left in the whole school."
Buffy huffed in annoyance while Giles looked on sheepishly. "Those books have been and will continue to be very useful to us," Giles defended himself. Harry supposed that was true enough.
"Look on the bright side, Buffy," Harry smiled at the pretty Slayer. "We won, none of us were hurt too badly, and your school days are officially over."
"I like the sound of that," she replied, smiling happily.
"And Snyder was eaten by the mayor … so double victory," Xander cheered.
"Xander!" Willow chastised him and smacked his arm. She then yawned loudly.
"It's getting late," Giles said, standing up. They were all in Harry's warehouse after taking a portkey from the battlefield. Giles had his car parked out front. "I'll drive you all home, and then I'll be getting a good night's sleep before joining the unemployment line in the morning," he sighed. Harry chuckled.
"Why don't you work here? The pay is really good, and I'm sure Anya could use some help with all the sorting and researching," Harry suggested. He was making a lot of money, and the work was beginning to pile up. Besides, he wanted to do less categorizing and more of the fun, dangerous stuff.
"Yes, well … I suppose that's a thought," Giles said in the most Giles way possible. Still, Harry could see the slight smile on his tired face. There was little doubt in Harry's mind that Giles would accept his offer. "Anyway, come along. I'll get you all home safe," he said. Xander and Willow stood up and followed him to the exit.
"Are you coming, Buff?" Xander asked when Buffy remained seated. She shook her head.
"Harry will get me home safely," she said with a smile. Xander saluted her and walked out of the warehouse. Buffy then got up and sat down in Harry's lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist while she wrapped hers around his neck. She leaned in and kissed him sweetly.
"Thanks for backing me up today," she said, laying soft kisses along his jaw.
"Anytime," Harry replied before she kissed him more passionately than she ever had.
Chapter 27
The ruins of Sunnydale High still smoldered under the morning sun as Buffy whistled a jaunty tune while casually strolling to her friend's house. She made it to Willow's house and found the Rosenbergs' Volvo gone. She let herself in. The door was unlocked, as always. Willow's mother trusted Sunnydale to a fault, even after five years of "gas leaks" and "gang activity." Buffy padded through the foyer, breathing in the scent of lemon furniture polish.
She hesitated at the foot of the stairs. She heard something strange upstairs. It was too low to know for sure, but it sounded like someone in pain. She went up the stairs cautiously. On the landing, she heard it. It was faint at first, but it grew louder as she got closer. There was a wet thump and a whimpering cry. Buffy slowed and listened. It was coming from Willow's room.
Buffy padded down the carpeted hallway and stood in front of Willow's door. She curled her fingers around the knob. Her pulse thundered in her throat. She turned the handle, nudged the door, and stepped in, expecting to go straight into battle.
Instead, she found Willow splayed across the bed, pinned beneath Harry's sexy body. They were both utterly and gloriously naked. Harry's ass was taut as he thrust, his dark hair flopping with each motion. Willow's legs were wrapped around his hips, and her fingers gouged into his back. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth was open in a keening wail. Every time Harry drove into her, Willow's round, perfect tits shuddered. Her pale nipples were stiff and crinkled with arousal.
Buffy stood in the doorway and watched. She'd never seen Willow like this. Her eyes were rolled back, her body arching, and her feet flexing in the air. Her wet, pink pussy was stretched wide around Harry's cock … and boy, did Harry have a fantastic cock, Buffy told herself. It was thick, long, and glistening with Willow's slick wetness. It battered her poor pussy with obscene, deliberate thrusts. There was no hesitation in the rhythm. He was fucking her like it was his last day on Earth.
Buffy's mouth went dry. Her tongue flicked out to swipe her lips as a wet heat settled between her legs. She could smell them from the doorway. The sight and smell made her want to touch herself. Her eyes lingered on the way Harry's fat balls ruthlessly battered Willow's puckering asshole.
Willow's body snapped taut, her toes curled, and she shrieked. "Oh, Harry … Oh … Oh, god!"
Buffy could see Willow's cunt clenching. She could see the way Harry gritted his teeth and buried himself deeper. He was panting, sweat dripping onto Willow's stomach. One hand was tangled in her hair, and the other was braced against the mattress. Buffy finally cleared her throat.
Willow's eyes flew open. For a moment, she just stared at Buffy with wide eyes. Then she shrieked again, this time in embarrassment, and tried to roll out from under Harry while grabbing a fistful of sheet to cover her chest. Her face went beet red.
"Buffy!" Willow squeaked. She tried to yank the covers over her hips, but Harry's cock was still buried in her, pinning her down. "I … um …" she tried to make an excuse, but then cried out as she came again.
Harry turned his head and grinned at Buffy, completely unbothered by his nakedness or the dripping mess of Willow's orgasm leaking down his shaft. "Hey, Buffy," he said. His accent was crisp, like he was greeting her at a train station instead of her best friend's bed.
Willow was mortified and tried to pull her legs together, but Harry just pressed in deeper and thrust a few more times. Buffy couldn't look away from Willow's body. Willow's breasts were quite sexy, and her smooth inner thighs were shiny and slick. Willow groaned, hiding her face behind her hands. "Oh god, Buffy, I can explain …"
Buffy stepped into the room and closed the door. She'd meant to apologize for intruding, but her legs kept moving. She perched on the edge of the bed, only inches from where Willow's feet dangled. She could smell the sex even stronger here. Willow tried to pull up the covers again, but Buffy caught her hand. "It's fine," Buffy said. "It's not like it's a surprise. I mean … practically all of us are having sex with Harry at this point," she stated, and Harry couldn't help but smirk.
Harry slid out of Willow with a slow, deliberate motion, and his still-erect cock bobbed between his legs. Buffy's stomach swooped at the sight. There was a string of wetness trailing from the head, down to Willow's wet pussy.
"So this is where you've been," Buffy said. Her voice sounded almost normal, if you ignored the ragged tremor underneath. She let her eyes drift over Harry's naked body. His cock still glistened with Willow's cum.
Harry arched an eyebrow, utterly unashamed. "Willow asked if she could borrow one of my books before I sell it. I brought it over to her."
Buffy huffed, arms folded. "I called you like three times this morning." Buffy had woken up feeling super horny, and she was hoping for Harry to scratch her itch.
He shrugged, his hair still wild and sweat-soaked. "Sorry. I left my phone at the warehouse. I guess I got… distracted." He glanced at Willow, who blushed furiously and let her knees fall together.
Buffy tried to snort, but it came out as a gasp. She couldn't stop looking at Harry's cock, hanging heavy and slick. His balls were tight and full, and every time he moved, she could see the veins straining along the shaft. It looked almost angry, like it wanted to be inside someone right now. Harry saw her staring. He smiled cheekily and took a step closer.
"So … What exactly did you want, Buffy?"
Buffy's breath hitched. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. It was hot, throbbing, and sticky with Willow's fluids. She squeezed gently and watched the foreskin slide up and down. She looked up at him and saw in his eyes that he was daring her to go further. Buffy didn't hesitate. She jerked his cock slowly, her thumb rubbing over the head, and felt the way his whole body tightened under her touch. She leaned in and kissed him hard. His tongue pressed in, and she moaned, letting her free hand tangle in the hair at the back of his head. Willow was watching, wide-eyed and silent. Her knees were pressed together, and her hands were still bunched in the sheets.
Harry broke the kiss and cupped her ass, digging in with both hands. Buffy could feel her panties soaking through, and the heat between her legs became unbearable. She wanted to take him right then, but something held her back … just for a second. "I'll finish up with Willow, and …" he started to say, but Buffy cut him off with a sharp glare.
"No way." She grabbed the hem of her tank top and yanked it over her head, baring perfect breasts. "You're going to take care of me right now. I've been soaked all morning." She kicked off her shoes and then pulled off her shorts and panties in a single motion, leaving her standing naked in front of them. She climbed onto the bed beside Willow and lay back with her legs apart, glancing at her friend. Willow swallowed hard, her breath shaky. She reached out and took Buffy's hand, squeezing tight.
Harry's cock twitched in the air between them. He climbed onto the bed, looming over the two girls. He grabbed Buffy's thigh and spread her wider. His fingers slid through the wetness already pooling at her entrance. Willow couldn't take her eyes off Harry's cock. She watched as he lined himself up, and Buffy bit her lip in anticipation. Harry pressed the head of his cock against Buffy's slit, rubbing it up and down and smearing her arousal everywhere. Buffy whimpered, grabbing Willow's hand even tighter.
"Ready?" Harry murmured. Buffy nodded enthusiastically. She really needed it.
He slid into her slowly, stretching her wide. Buffy gasped and arched her back, her eyes slamming shut in relief and pleasure. "That feels so good," she breathed, clinging to Willow's fingers like a lifeline. Willow watched, her own legs sliding open of their own accord. Two trembling fingers drift down to rub at her clit. She couldn't believe any of this was happening, but it was.
Harry thrust steadily and deeply, filling Buffy with every inch. He bent down and kissed her, then turned and caught Willow's mouth, pulling her in with one arm while he fucked Buffy. Willow moaned into his kiss, tasting Buffy's sweat and her own juices still on his lips.
Buffy reached down, grabbed Harry's ass, and urged him to go faster. She was already desperately close. "Don't you dare stop," she hissed. "Don't …"
Harry smirked and started to really fuck her, pounding the mattress and making the whole bed shake. Buffy cried out, and Willow watched in awe, rubbing her own pussy. Her entire body hummed with pleasure.
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Willow couldn't believe any of this was real. She'd spent years hiding her body under boring sweaters. She always felt guilty for feeling so envious of Buffy's beauty and sexiness. She'd wanted Harry from the first moment she met him, but of course, Buffy got to him first. Never in a million years would she have thought that she'd be able to lure Harry into her bed when he already had someone like Buffy. Needless to say, she was very pleased when Harry took an interest in her, but even in her dirtiest daydreams, she never imagined this. Now, the three of them were naked and sharing a bed, every touch hotter than the last.
She watched breathlessly as Harry lined up his cock with Buffy's soaking slit and slid in, inch by glorious inch. Buffy's hands dug into the sheets, her head rolling back, and her hair splayed out in a tangle of gold. Her body was so sexy and smooth, and Willow could see the sharp lines of muscle under her ribs. Buffy met Willow's gaze, eyes glazed with pleasure. "Oh god, Will, he's so …" She cut herself off with a moan as Harry bottomed out, his balls slapping against her ass.
Willow shivered, unable to look away. She cupped her own breasts, pinching her nipples hard while trying to match the rhythm of Harry's thrusts. Her pussy was a throbbing mess of wetness between her thighs, and she almost came just from watching. Harry looked over at her, grinning like a devil. "Come here," he said, beckoning with a crook of his finger.
Willow crawled closer, her bare knees sliding on the soft comforter. Harry pulled her in, one hand grabbing her ass, and kissed her hard. His tongue pushed in deep, and she tasted herself on his mouth. She melted against him, her tits pressed to his chest, and her pussy grinding against his hip as he fucked Buffy. He broke the kiss with a gasp, then bent down and sucked one of Willow's nipples into his mouth. She cried out, clinging to him. Her body tingled pleasantly everywhere he touched. He flicked his tongue across her nipple, then bit down just enough to make her yelp.
Buffy was making high-pitched, desperate noises as her legs locked around Harry's waist. "Harder," she begged, digging her heels into his back. Harry obliged, slamming into her faster, causing the bedframe to knock against the wall. He never stopped touching Willow, sliding his hand down to finger her as he fucked Buffy. Willow nearly collapsed. She was so overwhelmed by the sensation that she barely noticed when Buffy reached out and pulled her down for a kiss.
Buffy tasted like double mint gum, Willow discovered. Willow frantically kissed her back and let her fingers tangle in Buffy's hair. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She was kissing another girl … and it was her best friend!
Buffy came with a shriek, clutching at Willow's arm. Her pussy clamped down so tight that Harry grunted and almost lost it. He pulled out at the last second, stroking his cock as it pulsed and leaked all over Buffy's stomach and thigh. He turned to Willow. "Your turn," he told her.
Willow hesitated for a second. She was still shy, but Harry waited patiently. Willow crawled forward, and he guided her onto her back, spreading her legs wide and rubbing his cock up and down her soaked slit. Willow whimpered and arched her hips into him, desperate for more. He pushed in slowly, stretching her until she thought she'd split in two. Willow's eyes rolled back. "Oh!" she squeaked. "Buffy!" Willow gasped, reaching blindly for her best friend.
Harry started to thrust slowly and deeply into her, his hands roaming everywhere. He squeezed her tits before pinning her wrists above her head. He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring every gasp and whimper. Willow was losing her mind. Her body shook and twitched under him. Buffy lay next to them, still panting while one hand lazily played with her own pussy as she watched. She reached out and stroked Harry's hair, then leaned in to kiss Willow. The kiss was soft and sweet, the opposite of everything else happening to her body.
Harry fucked her harder, his hips smacking into the backs of her thighs, and Willow's orgasm built slowly, like a tidal wave of pleasure she couldn't stop. She screamed, and the sound was muffled by Buffy's mouth. Willow came harder than she ever had in her life. Her pussy clamped down, milking Harry's cock, and he finally lost it. He pulled out just in time to spurt thick, hot ropes of cum across her belly. The three of them collapsed in a heap, sweaty and gasping.
Willow groaned, rubbed her hands over her face, and looked at Harry's cock. It was still thick, still leaking, and still impossibly hard. Buffy crawled down and took him in her mouth, cleaning him with slow, hungry licks. Willow joined her, her tongue flicking over the head. She tasted the mixture of hers and Buffy's juices. They took turns sucking him, hands roaming over his balls, his thighs, and each other's bodies.
Harry groaned, twisting his fingers in their hair while letting them worship him. He lasted longer this time, savoring the attention. He finally erupted again, filling both their mouths with salty heat. Buffy swallowed, then leaned over to kiss Willow, sharing the taste. Willow melted into it, lost in the delirious feeling of friendship, love, and arousal. They lay together, tangled in the sheets, and Willow couldn't help but wonder what would happen next between them. Of course, the moment Harry's fingers caressed her damp pussy, all other thoughts went straight out the window.
Chapter 28
Harry stepped between the broken iron gates and pressed deeper into the graveyard. The grass was a bit overgrown, and the dew soaked the cuffs of his trousers, chilling the skin beneath. Moss had grown over every flat surface, crawling over headstones, crypts, and the legs of weather-stained angels. Cold air prickled the hair along Harry's arms, and the wind drowned out practically every other noise. The quarter moon hovered above a line of swaying pines.
He moved slowly and quietly, balanced on the balls of his feet. His wand was loose at his hip. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, but his fingers tingled with a different kind of energy. He always loved these moments. The excitement, the tension, and the danger were almost palpable. Out here, alone in the neglected graveyard, he felt alive. He didn't even try to pretend he wasn't looking forward to a fight.
He felt them coming before he heard them. There was a crack of a branch being stepped on, and something parted the fog to his left. It was a flutter of fabric or a movement too fast to catch. Harry licked his lips, set his jaw, and slowed his breath to a controlled, measured pace. The wind shifted, and there was a whisper of sound.
Five of them drifted out of the fog, and they weren't the dumb, ragged vampires that he was used to dealing with. These moved with purpose. The first hit him from behind and tried to wrestle him to the ground. He was pale and sinewy with slick black hair glued to the sides of his head. The vampire's mouth was open, and his gums were retracted. A row of thin white spikes was aimed at the warm patch beneath Harry's jaw. Harry spun, bent low, and drove his elbow into the thing's ribs. The vampire let out a pained grunt and clung harder, and its nails bit through the fabric of Harry's shirt, scoring the skin. The pain and excitement made Harry's nerves light up.
He lifted the Elder Wand and rammed it under the vampire's chin. "Incendio," he smugly whispered. Flame jetted out in a tight, controlled line, burning so hot the beast didn't even have time to scream. Its face charred instantly, blackening around the edges. A second later, the entire body burst into flame, and Harry kicked it away. Harry closed his mouth, inhaling only through his nose, and watched the thing crumple into a loose pile of dust. From experience, he knew it wasn't pleasant to breathe in vampire dust.
Another one barreled out from the shadow of an obelisk. This one was female, or had been once, and she moved with an animalistic grace that reminded Harry of a tiger on the prowl. She launched herself at his shoulders, her arms outstretched, and her mouth open and screeching. Harry dodged right, grabbing her by the wrist, and twisted until he felt the tendons tear. She shrieked out a raw, wet noise and slashed at his cheek with her fingers. Blood instantly beaded on his skin. He felt the sting of the injury, and it only sharpened his focus.
He let go, shoved her away, and pointed the wand at her chest. "Lacarnum Inflamarae." The spell wasn't powerful by any stretch of the imagination, but it was controlled and focused. The flames it conjured did not simply burn … they stuck, spread, and consumed. The vampire's shirt ignited, and fire crawled over her breasts, up her throat, and finally sparked the hair at her scalp, making it burst into flames. She tried to claw the fire off, but it only worked deeper. The smell of roasting flesh and burning hair filled the air. Harry watched her stumble, arms flailing, then collapse against a headstone. She burned silently until her body gave way, and it crumbled into dust.
Harry stood up straight and wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand. The cut on his cheek was shallow, but he was annoyed that he had gotten hit in the first place. It reminded him that he wasn't a Slayer, and he should probably be more careful. Still, it was a small price to pay for dusting another bloodsucker, and he'd heal the cuts once he got home.
A third vampire appeared at the edge of the path, watching him. Its eyes were enormous and black, with no whites at all, and the face was perfectly hairless. Its skin was stretched too tight over the misshapen bones. It didn't attack. Instead, it watched, and Harry silently stared back, ready for anything. The vampire's tongue flicked out as if tasting the air, and its mouth twisted into a wide, ragged smile that showed every pointy tooth in its head. Then it began drifting closer.
Harry shifted his grip on the wand, waiting for the exact right moment. The vampire kept its eyes locked on him like a true hunter. Then, out of nowhere, it shot forward with a speed that surprised Harry. It reached for him, its hand stretching toward his throat. Harry's reaction was a little faster, and right before its hand circled his throat, he snapped the wand up. The vampire was blasted off its feet and sent tumbling through the air. Harry took aim and fired several Severing Charms, hacking off limbs as it twisted through the air. The vampire landed with a dull thud on the damp grass, and two of its arms and a leg landed several feet behind it. The vampire let out an agonized scream while Harry calmly walked over. He looked down at the pitiful vampire with its writhing stumps. He shook his head and put it out of its misery.
"Incendio," he said again, pointing his wand at it.
Its clothes instantly burst into flames, heating up the air around him. The fire was so white-hot that the flesh split, sloughed away in flakes, and exposed the yellow bone beneath. The vampire thrashed, screamed, and watched Harry with those huge, black eyes until the fire had fully consumed it. The body burst, and ash drifted down, coating Harry's shoulders and hair.
The fourth vampire wasted no time and dropped from a tree above. It landed with a thunk and charged like a raging bull. This one was huge. It was nearly seven feet tall, with arms as thick as fence posts and a chest broad enough to make Harry take a step back. It howled, and the sound made the hairs on Harry's arms stand up. Harry could see, even from a distance, that its mouth was lined with needle-sharp teeth.
Harry fired a spell before it even landed, but the brute shrugged off the flames as if they were nothing. It barreled into him, driving him to the ground, and pinned him there with an arm across the chest. The weight forced the air from Harry's lungs, and he gasped, struggling against its brute strength. The vampire's breath stank of blood, and Harry could feel the feverish heat of its body.
It leaned close, pressing its mouth to Harry's neck. Suddenly, both of them vanished with a pop. Harry reappeared a few feet away, standing up. The giant vampire tumbled to the ground, and it groaned. The vampire pushed itself back to its feet, and then it noticed something. "What the …" Its arm was gone. The vampire heard the human chuckle, and when it looked over, the bastard was holding his detached arm like a club. "Give that back!" the vampire cried out.
Harry chuckled again, holding the vampire's splinched arm. "Sure thing, mate," Harry said, and charged. He began pummeling the vampire with his own meaty arm, beating it over the head and back.
"Hey! Cut it out!" the vampire complained, shielding the blows with his one remaining arm. The vampire finally had enough and grabbed his detached arm. He ripped it from Harry's grasp and swung it at him. Harry ducked under the wild swing.
This time, he didn't bother with words. The raw magic poured out of his wand in a focused lance of fire, and the vampire's head exploded in a mist of blackened brains and boiling blood. The thing spasmed, tumbled over, and the body turned to dust just as it hit the ground. Harry took a deep breath and stretched his aching shoulder.
The last vampire stood at the gate, watching. It was smaller, with pale, near-translucent skin and a shock of white hair. Its eyes glittered, and its mouth was pinched. It didn't attack. It looked at Harry, then at the piles of dust around him, and Harry could see it was considering its options.
Harry smirked, gripped his wand tightly, and strode toward the gate. The vampire's body tensed, and for a second it looked like it might bolt. Instead, it dropped to all fours and scuttled up the side of the nearest mausoleum, clinging to the wet marble like a spider.
Harry followed, not wanting this thing to get away. The vampire leaped from the top of the tomb and landed a meter in front of him, crouched low. Its fangs were out, but its eyes were full of fear.
"Come on," Harry said, looking for a fight. "Don't make me wait."
The vampire hissed and lunged, but Harry was ready. He snapped the wand up and, with a flick of his wrist, lashed out with a fiery whip that wrapped around the creature's neck like a collar. The small vampire screeched loud enough to hurt Harry's ears. Harry tugged hard on the fire whip, and the heat and pressure were so intense that the flesh burned away instantly, leaving the head rolling free. It bounced once on the muddy ground before dissolving into dust. The body crumpled into dust, which was quickly carried away by the increasing wind.
Harry stood in the center of the path, breathing hard. He looked down at his hands, which were coated in vampire dust. Ash clung to his arms, his shirt, and even his hair, and he could still smell the burning flesh. Harry waved his wand and cleaned himself up the best he could. The fierce wind rattled the tree branches, and the cold air made him shiver. He was very much looking forward to a hot shower, but he had to finish patrolling first. Harry sighed and continued through the graveyard.
Harry in the Hellmouth
The door to the bedroom was ajar, and a sliver of dim light stretched over the faded hardwood, cast by the single lamp Harry always left on for Buffy. He paused on the threshold, letting his eyes adjust. The fight in the cemetery had left him wired, but now that the adrenaline was wearing off, Harry was feeling the exhaustion set in. However, the sight inside the bedroom cut through it. Buffy was tangled in his sheets, sleeping deeply.
She had kicked off most of the covers and was sprawled diagonally across the mattress, taking up every centimeter of space. Her golden hair was splayed over the pillow, and her back was bare. Her legs were twisted in the sheets, and Harry's eyes followed the smooth skin all the way up to her exposed hip. She looked both delicate and beautiful, and Harry felt himself harden as he took her in.
He slipped off his boots, careful not to wake her. Buffy slightly moaned in her sleep, and he leaned down and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, letting his thumb trace her jaw. She stirred at the touch, and her eyelids fluttered, but she didn't wake. She made a small, contented sound and curled tighter around his pillow.
Harry straightened and, for a moment, just watched her. She looked very peaceful. Harry quietly yawned and decided to get ready for bed.
He padded into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The harsh overhead light stung his eyes. He set his wand on the counter, peeled off his shirt, and winced at the tug of dried blood at his shoulder. He stepped out of his jeans. His body was marked up, but luckily, it wasn't too bad. There were enough fresh wounds to be annoying, though. A shallow gouge ran along his left shoulder blade, and there was a thin, ragged cut on his cheek, already caked with blood. A couple of finger-shaped bruises marred his ribs.
Harry turned on the shower, stepped under the spray, and let the water run over him, sluicing away the grime, dust, and blood. The bathroom filled with steam, softening the harsh light. Harry stood there for a minute, letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles.
He washed quickly and scrubbed the vampire dust out of his hair with extra effort. When he stepped out of the shower, the mirror was fogged over. Harry wiped it with his hand and studied himself. The cuts on his body stood out against his pale skin.
He picked up his wand from the edge of the sink and pressed the tip to his cheek. He didn't bother with an incantation. The magic flowed easily, and the cut sealed instantly, the skin mending with barely a trace. He repeated the process for the scratches on his shoulders. Each healed with a satisfying tingle, leaving only faint pink lines that would fade by morning.
Harry was drying off when he heard the bathroom door creak open. He glanced at the mirror, watching as Buffy drifted into the bathroom behind him. Buffy was completely nude. Her hair was a wild mess, and her eyes were soft and heavy-lidded. She padded over the tile on bare feet, and Harry watched as her hips bounced lazily from side to side.
She pressed her chest to Harry's back and wrapped her arms around his waist. The heat of her body was more than welcome, and her hands found his stomach. Her fingertips traced the faint lines of his abs, and she pressed her face into his shoulder and inhaled deeply.
"Hey," she murmured tiredly, her voice muffled against his skin. "You're home late."
Harry set the towel on the counter and leaned back into her. "I ran into some trouble at the cemetery, and I didn't want to call for backup for only five vampires."
She made a quiet, appreciative sound and kissed his shoulder. "I appreciate it," she said, her lips trailing along his skin. "I wasn't looking forward to another all-nighter."
"Somebody's got to slay the undead. It might as well be me," Harry said, grinning at her in the mirror.
Buffy rolled her eyes but didn't argue. She was very glad to have someone who could help lighten her load. She slid her hands lower, and her fingertips brushed against his throbbing shaft. She pressed her entire body to his, letting him feel every inch of her. Her skin was hot and smooth, still flushed from sleep, and her nipples were rock-hard.
"You got injured?" she asked, noticing the pink lines on his shoulder.
"Not anymore," Harry replied. "I'm all patched up and better than new."
Buffy smiled, and her lips curled against his back. "Good. Just try to be more careful in the future."
"Your wish is my command," Harry teased with a chuckle.
"I like the sound of that," Buffy teased back and curled her fingers around his cock. Harry's body responded immediately to her touch. She caressed his shaft and even cupped his bloated sack. Buffy gave it a teasing squeeze and giggled when his cock jerked hard and smacked her hand. She let go of his balls and returned to the shaft.
Her eyes flicked up to meet his in the mirror, and she smiled. "I missed you," she said, and started to stroke him slowly and steadily. "The bed's just not the same without you in it." Her grip was firm, but her pace was lazy and teasing. Harry could feel his cock throbbing against her soft palm, eager for more. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensation.
Buffy tightened her fist around Harry's cock, working it with urgent, hungry strokes. Her hand moved with a rhythm that made his breath catch. Her fingers curled around the thick shaft, and she drew the foreskin taut with every motion. Her thumb glided over the slick head, spreading the bead of precum that welled from the tip. Her other hand slid down and cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm with gentle pressure. She then squeezed slightly, making him grit his teeth with pleasure.
Harry reached back, fumbling for her hip, and slid his hand along the curve of her thigh until his fingers found the heat between her legs. Her pussy was already soaking wet, and his fingertips parted the slick folds and stroked up and down the length of her slit, gathering her arousal. His thumb found her clit and began to circle it gently. He was forced to move faster as she pushed her hips forward, hungrily grinding her mound against his hand. Buffy let out a low, desperate moan and pressed her chest to his bare back. Her nipples drew hot, pebbled lines over his skin as she rubbed against him.
She couldn't get enough of him, and Harry could tell. The need in her touch was frantic, and she panted in his ear as she worked his cock, her breath ragged with desire. He turned and caught her lips, kissing her deeply. Buffy's hand didn't stop stroking him as they kissed, even as he spun around to face her. Harry's hand slid up her body, and he cupped her breast. He pinched and rolled her stiff nipple, and she gasped into his mouth.
"Take me to bed," she breathlessly commanded, breaking the kiss only long enough to say it. Her pupils were dilated from arousal, and her lips were swollen from their kissing. Harry grabbed her thighs in his hands, lifted her easily, and carried her to the bed. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his earlobe, giggling when he shuddered.
He set her down in the center of the mattress, and she immediately scrambled onto her hands and knees, turning to look at him over her shoulder. Her ass was round and perfect, and the slick seam of her pussy was visible between her thighs. She arched her back, presenting herself, and Harry's cock twitched at the sight. He grabbed her by the hips and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her slit, teasing her. He loved the way her pussy lips parted to let him in, but he withdrew before she was penetrated.
Buffy made a frustrated sound and shoved her hips back, trying to impale herself. "Stop teasing me and fuck me, Harry," she begged, her voice raspy with need. "I can't wait anymore."
He lined up and pushed the head of his cock into her until just the tip was in. Harry then slowly forced his girth inside her tight, hot pussy. Her pussy clung to him, gripping the shaft and pulling him deeper. He started to thrust slowly, but Harry quickly built a rhythm that made her moan and shudder. The slick sound of her pussy swallowing his cock filled the room, and there was a depraved, wet slap every time he bottomed out.
Buffy's ass rippled with every thrust, and she clawed at the sheets as he pounded her harder. Her pussy clenched around him, and her silky walls fluttered and milked his cock, making him almost lose control. She was so wet that fat drops of arousal dripped down her inner thighs. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, and the obscene sound only made him fuck her faster.
She came first, and she came hard, screaming into the pillow. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, squeezing him like a vise. Harry barely held on for a few seconds more, until the fluttering of her pussy made him explode. Harry groaned, and he buried himself deep, filling her with his seed. Buffy collapsed on the bed, panting, and Harry fell next to her.
He wrapped his arms around her, and she curled into his chest, still shaking from her orgasm. Harry kissed her head and pulled the covers over them. Buffy yawned cutely, and she nestled closer, her leg thrown over his. Harry held her close, and before long, both were soundly asleep.
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