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Harry in the Hellmouth
Chapter 3
Buffy was sitting in class daydreaming about what had happened nearly a week previous. The night that she had gone to Harry's apartment had been mind-blowing, if not a little embarrassing. Even now, she could still feel his power resonating with hers. Sadly, as the days went on, the residual energy within her had steadily declined until she could now barely feel it. Every night since then she went to bed thinking about the explosive orgasm that she had when he simply laid his hands on her. What would happen if she were to give him permission to go even further? The thought had her gasping quietly while the teacher rambled on about some unimportant topic.
She really needed to get herself in order. Her Watcher, Giles, had noticed how spacey that she had gotten in the week since. Even her friends were beginning to ask what was wrong. She couldn't help it though. The sensation was better and more addictive than any drug that she could imagine. One taste as she was already hooked. She had been doing her best to hold on and refrain from going to him. Buffy hoped that in time, the energy would flush from her system and she would be able to see him and treat him like just another guy friend. Unfortunately, her days and nights were spent thinking about his hands on her. Considering that she was the Slayer, she needed all of her wits when fighting the big bads that roamed in the night. Going without those wonderful orgasms may end up getting her killed. At least that was the excuse that she was telling herself.
"Buffy …" she suddenly realized that the teacher was talking to her. Some of her fellow students even turned in their chairs to look at her. Buffy flushed.
"Yes, ma'am?" she asked.
"I asked what year was the Scarlet Letter first published?" she replied, looking annoyed at having to repeat herself. Buffy kicked herself for not paying attention again.
"Ummm …"
She really needed to take care of her problems as soon as possible.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry happily signed the paperwork and handed over the stack of cash. He was now the proud owner of a 1998 Jeep Wrangler. While the MSRP was about fifteen thousand dollars, he talked the dealer down a few grand since he'd be paying cash. He was quite happy about his purchase. He could keep the top off and enjoy the beautiful weather that Southern California had to offer. The Jeep would be terrible during cold, frigid winters, but Harry didn't plan to settle any place where he had to dig himself out of his home every day during the winter.
Once everything was done, he hopped into his black Jeep and took off, enjoying the warm wind as it made his hair flutter. He spent an hour just driving around and enjoying his new life. He made sure to flirt with a few sexy ladies during his ride. He was beginning to get a bit backed up and would want some sexual relief soon. He had put it off for the time being seeing as he expected Buffy to come banging on his door again. It seemed that she was stronger than he realized. She was doing a very good job at holding out. Even when Willow arrived at his home to talk about magic, Buffy didn't escort her. Instead, the redhead brought Xander and Oz along. The reason that he was expecting her to come back was the fact that most girls did. He was told that the feeling of having his power course through their bodies was quite addicting. That didn't even take into consideration the fact that Buffy's reaction was much more intense than the average girl's. He didn't use his powers on girls very often, only when there was a reason. He chose to use it on Buffy to see how her power would react. He could tell that there was something old and primal in her. Perhaps that was why she reacted so intensely. Whatever primal force that was within her simply acted on instincts alone. He'd try to do some research later.
Besides rent and utilities, the Jeep was the first big purchase that he had made. He was trying to be smart with his limited savings. He still had plenty to live on, but it wouldn't last forever. He needed a way to earn money. Harry definitely didn't want to have a normal nine to five. That would be too boring for someone like him. He wanted to do something involving the paranormal that seemed to gravitate to Sunnydale. He'd seen a place called Uncle Bob's Magic Cabinet and thought about either buying it out or opening his own store that dealt in magic-related items. That, however, would have him sitting there in the shop for hours every day. Sure, he could always hire an employee, but he wasn't sure how much profit that there was in that type of business. Hiring an employee would severely cut into his limited profits. No, Harry decided that he'd open his own black market business. He wouldn't have a shop, just a secret warehouse that he could store his wares at. And what would he sell? Anything magical that was rare or valuable.
From what he'd heard from Giles and Willow, there were plenty of magical artifacts that were missing, not to mention the magical creatures whose parts could be used for spells, potions, and rituals. They had no value to him since he couldn't use this type of magic, but he could still profit from it.
Harry didn't have much inventory yet, so he wasn't officially "opening" his business to the public. He spent his time charming hundreds of catalogs that were connected to the Master Catalog. Once that was complete, Harry had stacks of catalogs that could self-update simply by having him update his own. When something was sold out, all the catalogs would change to show it. The same could be said when new stock was added or there were price changes. He'd get these into the hands of potential customers once he was ready to start doing business. First, he needed inventory.
The only thing that he had ready to sell was around twelve ounces of the dried, powdered tongue of a Skilosh demon, and around ten pints of its blood which was thick, slimy, and yellow-colored. He had taken it down a few days ago when he found it skulking around Sunnydale looking for a host to infect. The tongue and blood were the only things valuable from it. He burnt the rest. Once he had more items, he'd find a suitable place to store them. He didn't want his apartment overflowing with dangerous items.
It was later in the afternoon when a familiar pounding on his front door was heard. Harry smiled to himself. He'd bet anything that it was his favorite blonde Slayer coming over. Sure enough, when he opened the door, Buffy pushed her way into his apartment. He didn't even get a chance to say anything. Once the door closed, he was grabbed and kissed deeply.
Both of them moaned as he sucked on her warm tongue. Her arms were around his neck, and his hands slipped from her slim waist down to her tight bottom. Lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to his bedroom. Harry could feel the heat radiating off of her panty-covered pussy as her skirt moved aside. Placing her on the bed, he roughly tore her skirt right off of her sexy, teenage body. He was quite pleased that he didn't need to take it easy on her. With her strength, she could take anything that he threw at her.
Placing his hands on the insides of her thighs, he spread her legs apart. As he got his first glimpse of her panties, he pumped his magic directly into her incredibly soft skin. Buffy let out a loud, whorish moan as she arched her back. Harry could see the wet spot on her silky panties grow the longer that he used his magic on her. Her body began trembling violently, and she didn't protest when her tiny panties met the same fate as her skirt.
With a single pull, her panties were torn right off of her, exposing her wet, bald slit for his viewing pleasure. Buffy had a small patch of blonde hair that covered her mound, but other than that, she was completely smooth. With her legs still spread apart, he could see the beads of arousal rolling down her slit and coating her tight, puckered hole. Leaning down, he placed kisses all the way up her thigh and over her mound until his tongue was tickling her belly button.
"Please, more!" the Slayer cried out, begging for relief. With her strength, she easily pushed his head down until her wet pussy was pressed against his lips. Buffy's eyes nearly popped out of her head when his tongue touched her clit for the first time.
She had only been with Angel, and even then it was only once. She had never had oral attention focused on her naughty bits before. Judging from how she reacted, Harry was sure that she would be asking for it again. Her legs wrapped around his head, and she trapped him between her silky, smooth thighs. Harry was only slowly pushing his magic into her now. He didn't want to give her too much too fast. From her squeaks and squeals and from the way that she was grinding her naked pussy against his mouth, he would say that she was still having a good time. Her juices flooded his mouth and her scent surrounded him as he licked and slurped at her bare slit. As his tongue massaged her clit, he made sure to channel magic through it. Her bucking body told him that she enjoyed it immensely.
As much as he enjoyed giving her pleasure, Harry wanted some of his own. Using his magic to temporarily strengthen himself, he pried her legs open and began kissing up her body. It wasn't long before her tattered shirt and bra were tossed to the ground. Buffy's breasts weren't very large, just a handful, but that was plenty big enough for him. Her nipples were rock-hard and appeared to be very sensitive when he lightly bit down on them. Using his magic, the rest of their clothes and shoes disappeared and reappeared on the floor as he settled between her legs.
Buffy couldn't believe that she allowed things to go this far so soon, but she couldn't help herself. The moment that she saw him, she just acted without thinking. Now she was spreading her legs wide for him and inviting him inside of her. He quickly accepted the invitation and penetrated her with what had to be an enormous-sized cock. Buffy gripped his muscled arms tightly as she whimpered from the slight pain of being stretched so much. She could feel inch after inch of him slide down her silky, wet walls before the head of his cock battered against her cervix causing her to squeak in surprise. He gave one last kiss to each of her hard nipples before kissing her passionately on the lips. Accepting his tongue into her mouth, she too added hers into the mix just as his hips began moving.
Smirking into her mouth, he channeled magic straight through his cock and right into her g-spot which immediately caused her to break the kiss and scream.
Buffy's eyes widened considerably as her pussy clamped down on him. She could feel liquid pouring from her cunt as it fluttered and massaged his thrusting cock. She choked out a pathetic moan as she spasmed around him. Suddenly, she was flipped over and was now on top of him. Placing her hands on his chest, she rolled her hips to the best of her abilities. Whatever she was doing, he seemed to enjoy it. Her body was shaking uncontrollably as she continued to cum all over his cock. He had his hands on her hips before sliding up her body and pinching her hard nipples. Throwing her head back, Buffy screamed out in bliss as her pussy nearly choked the life out of his cock. Being pulled down, she was wrapped in his arms as she felt a sudden warmth fill her body. It was a few seconds before she gasped with the realization that he was cumming deep within her. He was holding her tightly and continued to thrust into her until he was completely spent. Once she was filled, he allowed her to roll off of him.
He watched as Buffy breathed heavily, her lovely chest rising and falling with each breath. Sweat was glistening on her perky tits as he looked her over. Seeing him, she blushed and used her arm to cover her naked chest.
"A little shy?" he teased. Before she could answer, however, she was flipped over and he had her ass up in the air. She looked over her shoulder to say something but was quieted by a hard slap on her bare bottom. Buffy buried her face in the bed and bit down on the sheets when his fat cock spread her lips apart again. It seemed that she had woken up a beast, and he wouldn't let her go until he was completely sated. She endured hours of fucking until finally, he dropped her off at her house. Buffy didn't know how she was going to patrol and slay vampires with shaky, unsteady legs, but it was a price that she was willing to pay as she sported the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.
