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Harry in the Hellmouth
Chapter 4
Harry wiped the sweat from his brow before going back to work on the stainless steel Mortuary table that he had bought. Some of the bolts were a bit loose and the wheels were a little squeaky. He had it placed in the back corner of his new warehouse. As soon as he rented the place, he made sure to Ward it to high heaven. With the number of creepy crawlies that sculked around Sunnydale, he'd be a fool not to.
The place was still mostly barren of merchandise, but he hoped to remedy that soon. He also planned to make a corner into a place that he could hang out. Maybe add a few couches, a tv, a mini-fridge, who knows?
The table was for rendering any creature that he killed into sellable parts. It was the same type of table that was used for embalming and autopsies, so it would be okay for his needed purpose.
"Can you believe it?!" Buffy ranted as she walked back and forth behind him. "Skankzilla didn't even bother to tell me about the pictures, then she doesn't think that I'm capable of becoming Prom Queen?!" she screeched in anger. "Me? I'll have you know that back in LA I was voted Prom Princess and the Fiesta Queen!"
Harry smiled and shook his head. High school drama was fun to watch when it wasn't happening to you.
"And Scott up and decides to dump me! Can you believe that?" she asked angrily.
"Actually I can. Weren't you coming over to my house practically every night to get your rocks off?" he asked, turning to her and smirking.
"Shut up! And besides, there aren't any emotions involved. It's purely to keep my energy and power at their highest levels. It's needed for my slaying duties," she huffed and hopped up and sat on his newly bought, used table.
"Forgive me. I didn't know that," Harry chuckled, tightening one last bolt. "And don't worry about that Scott guy. You have a much bigger destiny. He's probably destined to work the fryer at the Doublemeat Palace for the rest of his life. In the grand scheme of things, he's useless to you," Harry told her, wiping the grease from his hands onto his old jeans.
When he looked up, he could see that Buffy was sitting on his table with her smooth legs crossed. She was wearing a thin dress like she often did, showing off the soft subtle curves of her young body. Unable to help himself, he slowly pushed the hem of her dress up and over her knee. He didn't stop until most of her gorgeous thigh was exposed.
"And you talk about me jumping YOUR bones?" Buffy said with more than a little humor in her voice.
"You know what those little dresses do to me," Harry growled, leaning down and placing soft kisses on her knee.
"Why do you think I keep wearing them?" she gasped as his lips traveled further up her leg. When he was close to the junction of her leg, he was hit in the face with an intense smell of her arousal. Harry moaned in need.
"No panties?" he asked, gripping her hips tightly.
"Not when I'm with you," she shivered, opening her legs and showing off her wet, bald slit. He quickly buried his face up her dress and began licking the juices that were smeared all over her wet cunt. Soon, both her thighs were resting on his shoulders, and Buffy squeaked in surprise when he stood straight up, lifting her with him.
She grabbed the back of his head so that she wouldn't fall and gasped out loud when she accidentally pushed his mouth harder against her clit. Biting her lips sexily, she held onto his head while slowly starting to grind her hips. Her eyes fluttered and her nipples hardened the longer that her tight, little pussy was being rubbed against his warm, wet tongue. When he pressed his tongue hard against her engorged clit, he zapped her with his magic.
Buffy's eyes nearly bugged out, and she threw her head back and screamed so loud that it echoed throughout the metal warehouse. Her body was trembling and shaking so bad that she was surprised that she didn't fall right off of him. Removing one of her hands from his head, she used it to grope her dress-covered breasts and sensually toy with her hard nipples that were nearly bursting through the fabric. She wasn't even aware that he was moving until her back softly hit the wall of the warehouse. Gripping her underneath her thighs, he lifted her up until his tongue could reach her damp folds.
Buffy blushed and breathed in and out deeply as Harry slurped the wetness that clung to her delicate lips. Feeling his tongue slip inside of her, her pussy fluttered over his tongue as he licked her insides. Suddenly, he placed her back on her feet, making her whine in annoyance.
"Bend over," he commanded. She was happy to comply. Pressing her palms flat against the sheet metal walls, she bent at the waist until her ass was sticking out. She looked back as he flipped the skirt of her dress up and over her ass. Now exposed, she wiggled her bare ass back and forth as he took off his trousers. She kept her eyes glued to his magnificent girth as his boxers hit the floor. As his hand stroked it, she could see that it was hard and angry looking with veins bulging around the shaft. Turning back around, she placed her forehead against the cold metal of the wall just as he began pushing himself inside of her.
She let out a deep moan as his thick cock stretched her hole to its fullest. Inch after inch sank into her and produced a wet, squelching sound the deeper that he went. When his groin finally touched her cheeks, he held her waist tightly as he slowly started sawing his hips back and forth.
"Fuck me! You're so fucking tight, Buffy," Harry complimented her as he took pleasure from her body.
Buffy made sure that he knew that she was only using him for his body, which he seemed very happy about. Though she would never admit it, she very much enjoyed the closeness and intimacy between them. When it came to anything physical, there were no barriers between them. He could have her in any way that he wanted, and she could command him to take her in any way that she wanted. When he leaned in and began kissing her neck, she turned her head so that he could claim her lips instead. As his lips pressed against hers, one of his hands slipped underneath her dress and began rubbing her clit while his hips thrusting against her perky behind. Moaning into his mouth, she felt another hand reach down the top of her low-cut dress and grab her braless breast.
"Harder!" Buffy gasped out as he continued to fuck her. He did as she commanded and increased his tempo. Soon after, his hips were colliding so hard with her tight ass that a loud clapping sound nearly drowned out their moans. Dipping his fingers down to coat them in her arousal, he moved them back to her hard clit and began rolling it between his fingers.
"Oh, God! Harrrrry!" she squeaked as he pinched and pulled on the hard, little nub. Pulling out of her, he spun her around and lifted her up. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, she reached down and quickly gripped his arousal-slickened cock and stuffed it back inside of her. She didn't want to go a second longer without him inside of her.
Being held up by her bare ass, Buffy used his shoulders to help her bounce up and down, taking his cock completely and letting the thick head batter against her cervix. The naughty sensation had her pussy fluttering over his thick meat. The mewling and chittering that was escaping her lips were a bit embarrassing, but she couldn't help herself. It simply felt too good. Burying her face against his shoulder, her legs squeezed his waist tightly as she clamped down on him. Crying out in pleasure, she happily took his offering when she felt the warmth spread throughout her lower half. Holding her ass, he injected his cum deep inside of the bubbly blonde as she trembled and spasmed in his arms. When he was done filling her, he accepted the kiss that she offered. Pulling out of her, he carried her back to the table and sat her down on it. Breaking the kiss, she rested her forehead against his while they caught their breath.
"That was good," she gasped as she got her breathing under control.
"Definitely good," he agreed, kissing her again. Once they had come down from their postcoital bliss, Harry put his pants back on while Buffy arranged her dress and fluffed her messed-up hair.
"How do I look?" she asked, smiling and posing in a cute way. Seeing her in her dress had him hard again. He moved in and grabbed her ass. Unfortunately, she smacked his hands away.
"Sorry, but I don't have time for a twofer today," she smiled and grabbed her purse. Harry rolled his eyes.
"By the way, how would you feel about earning some spending cash?" Harry asked her before she left. He walked to his bookshelf and pulled out a book.
"Cash is always welcome," she perked up, walking next to him. She looked at the book. "Big Book of Demons," Buffy read. "Doesn't look old and musty like one of Giles's books."
"It's fairly new and wasn't printed to be sold on the open market. The guy who made it spent years researching demons. He's the one that sold the book and table to me. He's retiring and moving away from the Hellmouth. Can't really blame him," he explained.
"Anyway, I know you kill a lot of demons. Most of them can be rendered down for usable parts," Harry told her. "If you kill one, then contact me. I can bring it over here and take the valuable parts and burn the rest. I'll give you half of whatever it sells for."
"Really? That sounds great! Might as well earn a bit while keeping the town safe," she smiled while adjusting her top. Harry smiled and pulled her closer by her waist. He placed his finger on her neckline and pulled it down, creating a lovely view of her cleavage. She was about to rebuke him when he kissed her deeply.
Harry in the Hellmouth
Harry was out looking to fill his warehouse. He had come into contact with a man that was willing to sell his entire collection of old books that were centered around demonology, witchcraft, and the occult. Apparently, he had gotten himself into some trouble with the law offices of Wolfram and Hart and needed money quickly. As such, Harry had gotten a great deal on the entire collection. They would be delivered in the morning where he would pay in cash. From talking to the man, he had found out that the city of LA had just as much craziness as Sunnydale. He was glad to have found another hunting ground to further add to his catalog. Not only that but he was told that there was something prowling the sewers underneath the Hyperion Hotel.
Not wanting to miss his chance, Harry drove the short distance to the abandoned hotel that was built in the old Spanish style that seemed so prevalent in this area of the country. Since it was dark outside, he didn't need to worry about people seeing him drop down through an open manhole. Making sure to disillusion himself, Harry spent the next hour walking the damp, smelly tunnels until he finally heard animal-like sounds up ahead. Walking slowly so that he didn't make any noise, he crept closer and peeked his head around the bend. What appeared to be a nest of some sort was lit by some torches on the wall. Looking around, he could see the eaten remains of both animals and humans. The place reeked. Stopping himself from gagging at the stench, he got a good look at the demon.
The beast was sort of humanoid in look but was still clearly a demon. It had long ears that drooped downward and long, yellowed tusks that rose from each side of its mouth. Its skin was dark and grotesque-looking. Harry took a few steps back and found a hidden spot. He produced a weak light from the tip of his wand and opened a copy of the demon book that he had made smaller and flipped through until he had his answer. Drokken beast. It was a carnivorous demon that was native to the dimension Pylea. Its weakness was thromite, whatever the hell that was, but it could also be killed by a powerful blow. Nodding his head, he put his pocket-sized book away.
Harry crept back to his previous spot and made sure that the beast was still there. It was indeed sitting there feasting on something that Harry didn't want to identify. Conjuring a small cannonball, he levitated it before stepping into the open. Giving off a loud whistle, the beast's head immediately snapped up. It gave a loud, vicious bellow and immediately charged. Harry took aim and banished the cannonball away from him and right toward the Drokken. With a sickening crunch, the ball hit the dead center of its chest. It cried out before collapsing and sliding the next few feet. Harry could see the injured beast still wiggling around. Conjuring a sword, he walked up and stuck it through its head. The beast didn't move anymore. Tossing the sword aside, he got a better look at it. It was ugly as shit, he thought. Bending down and grabbing a stone, he turned it into a portkey and tossed it on the dead beast. He watched as it flashed away and hoped that it would land properly on the steel table. He didn't want to clean up demon drippings off of his nice, clean floor. With a twist, he too disappeared from the old sewer tunnels.
