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Harry in the Hellmouth

Chapter 10

Harry looked up at the very sexy Cordelia Chase who just happened to be completely nude and straddling his lap. Her eyes were closed as she bit her lower lip sexily. Leaning down, she used his chest for support as her hips began moving back and forth faster and faster. Harry's eyes lowered to her chest. Having her arms so close together made her dangling breasts press together tightly. The image of cleavage that she created was enough to power his Patronus for years to come.

Her breathing intensified the faster that her hips moved. Harry couldn't help but moan and lift his hips slightly, trying to push deeper inside of her. Her body began trembling before she squeaked and slowed her hips and rolled them in a circular pattern. A bead of sweat rolled down from her upper chest and disappeared in the valley between her lovely tits. Not done, she laid down against him and kissed him deeply as she ground her wet pussy against him while he was still deeply buried inside of her.

Harry noticed that since the day that she supposedly enacted a horrible wish from some type of Vengeance Demon, she was acting a little bit more clingy and way more passionate. Not that Harry was complaining of course. Why would he complain when a sexy, young woman was demanding sex from him nearly every day? No, the only one complaining was Buffy, because Cordelia was taking up all of his time.

Harry would chuckle when Buffy went on one of her rants about that. He was more than happy to take care of her needs, and he did so often and with great enthusiasm. She was just upset that Cordelia had taken over his apartment. At this point, she absolutely refused to go back to her parents' house. Harry didn't have the heart to force her either. He would never admit it, but he enjoyed having her in the house.

He thought that Buffy might be becoming a bit jealous. Sure, she was okay letting Faith sleep with him. Maybe it was because they were both Slayers, and Buffy knew of the benefits of having their powers combined. Or maybe it was because Faith was always standoffish and not really girlfriend material. Cordelia, however, was beautiful and girly. Buffy was probably afraid that she would try to lock him down and keep him to herself. Buffy was already hinting that she wanted to move in after she graduated. If true, then Harry might need to start looking for houses, because it didn't seem like Cordie was going anywhere anytime soon. All of this was temporarily pushed from his mind when he felt Cordie's wet, velvety embrace tighten as she came hard. Her sweaty body spasmed and bucked against him as he held her in his arms. He sucked deeply on her tongue as he finished inside of her.

They stayed there for a minute before Cordie laid down. He was just about to roll her off of him when she whined and stopped him. "Stay inside of me," she muttered sleepily as she softly kissed him on his jaw. Seeing that he'd been in much worse situations, he obliged her by pushing as deep into her as he could while moving his hands down and cupping her shapely ass. It wasn't long before she was lightly snoring. Placing a mild sleeping spell on her just to make sure that she didn't wake up, he rolled her over onto his bed. Placing a blanket over her nude body, Harry got up and took a quick shower. It was getting late, and he had work to do. Houses didn't pay for themselves after all.

Harry in the Hellmouth

"Are you sure that these are top quality?" Harry asked. "My buyers won't settle for anything but the best, and I have a reputation to uphold."

The middle-aged woman smiled. Even though she looked to be nearing fifty, she was still sexy in her own way. "Yes. I've seen your catalog. I've even purchased some rare ingredients from you. You don't have to worry. These are the best that money can buy. I have decades of experience in the magical arts," the Wiccan told him.

Harry had sought out the best potion brewer that he could find. He had asked around, and her name repeatedly came up. Even Willow had heard of the woman. In fact, when Harry brought her name up, the cute redhead wouldn't shut up about how she was one of her idols. Needless to say, Harry was intrigued. He had wanted a potion section in his catalog for a while, but he didn't have anyone to provide them. Potions in this world and his world weren't the same, nor was the process of creating them. There were some potion books here, but they weren't the best. No, the best potion recipes were jealously kept and modified by the magic users of this world, mainly being the Wiccans and Warlocks. They were passed down from master to apprentice. Occasionally, the holder would meet some tragedy and their collections were sold off. He couldn't count on that happening anytime soon though. His best bet was to find someone willing to sell him their wares, and it seemed that he found who he was looking for.

Looking over the product, he saw dozens of vials that held liquids off all different colors. Reaching into the crate, he picked one up and looked at it in the light. It was a small test tube that held a mostly clear liquid with only a tiny tinge of green to it. Floating inside was a dead grub worm.

"Hangover Cure," she answered before he could even ask. "A creation of mine. No one else has the recipe," she said smugly with more than a little pride in her voice.

"If true, we could make a decent living off of this one alone. Demons love to drink themselves into a stupor. Is it demon safe?" he turned to her.

"Most are. I'll let you know if any are incompatible," she replied. "That's not the problem though. The problem is that right now I can't make the amount that you're going to need. Fortunately, there is a solution."

"Oh?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

She nodded. "I've developed a way to increase my output by at least a hundredfold, but I need something to make it work … the Eye of Elotta."

"So why don't you get it?"

"Because it's guarded by some very nasty creatures, and I'm not exactly Xena Warrior Princess you know," she told him.

"So you need me to get it for you?" She nodded. "And if I do, you'll provide me with the product that I need at the amount we agreed on?" Again she nodded. "Fine," he huffed.

She smiled happily and handed him a paper. He took it and studied it. "A map?"

"Yes. It will lead you to the edge of town. I went down there during the day. The entrance is in a graveyard. Look for the large crypt below a statue of a weeping angel," she explained. Harry folded the map and stuck it in his bag.

"Very well. I'll contact you when I have it," he said while packing up the potions. She nodded and walked away.

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Buffy checked the time. She still had several hours before she needed to go on patrol. At the moment, her true enemy was her math homework. She struggled to work out the answer for the equation on her page.

"Three x over nine," a voice called out next to her ear. On instinct, she threw her elbow back and hit the offender in the nose.

"OOF!" Harry grunted as he clutched his nose. "Buffy! What the hell?!"

"Sorry!" she whispered, trying not to make too much noise so as to alert her mother. Grabbing some tissues from the box on her desk, she pressed them against his bleeding nose. "You shouldn't scare me like that!"

Harry pulled the bloody tissue from his nose and waved his wand at it. Sighing in relief, he poked at it with his finger to make sure that it was healed. After that, Buffy watched as he used his wand like a vacuum and siphoned off all of the blood from his face. Next, he vanished the bloody tissue. "Don't bother whispering. I silenced your room."

Buffy rolled her eyes and sat back down, writing the answer that Harry had given her. Over the next few minutes, Harry helped her finish up the last few questions on her homework. Once done, she stood up and stretched out her aching muscles. She smiled when she saw him glance at her feminine form. "So … Did you come here for a reason, or just to help me with my homework? Because if that's the reason, you're more than welcome to come and help me every day," she smiled.

"Not exactly," he chuckled. "I wanted to see if you'd like to earn a couple hundred bucks tonight."

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Would earning this money involve me spreading my legs?"

"Well … There may be some karate kicks involved," Harry smirked.

"Not the kind of spreading that I was hoping for, but I'll take what I can get. Remember that I have to patrol tonight."

"This shouldn't take long, and when we're done, I'll even go on patrol with you," he told her.

"Deal!" she happily chirped as she grabbed her light jacket. It was getting late in the year and even California was starting to get chilly.

Harry filled her in on their mission after he apparated them to the graveyard. Finding the statue of the weeping angel was easy enough. Not seeing an entrance into the crypt, he went out on a limb and pushed the statue forward. With a little bit of force, it slid aside and revealed a hole with a ladder going down. Shrugging, Harry went first. The trip down wasn't long at all. Within seconds, his feet already hit solid ground. Taking out his wand, he waved it and three balls of light appeared and began hovering around above his head. Now that the room was lit, he could see that the stone walls had been carved into large shelves where bodies were laid. Only skeletons were left by this point. Once Buffy was at his side, they carried on.

He read the map and made all of the correct turns down the labyrinth of tunnels. He knew that he was getting close. The air began to grow foul the further they went. After turning around a corner, Harry saw some light up ahead. Extinguishing his own light, they quietly crept over and peeked around the corner. Sitting there talking were two very ugly demons. They were a gross, fleshy color with loose skin and folds hanging from their bodies. Around them were about a dozen Hellhounds.

To him, they didn't resemble dogs at all. Instead, the Hellhounds were more humanoid in shape. They sort of resembled the flying monkeys from the movie Wizard of Oz, only their skin looked patchy and scabbed, and of course, they didn't have wings. Their faces were grotesque with rotted teeth and sharp canines. Long, pointed ears rested on either side of their heads, and their bodies were covered in patches of thin, wispy hair. The stench was nearly unbearable.

"I'll handle the hounds, you take the other two," he said. Seeing her nod, he jumped into action. Spinning around the corner, he ran to the furthest corner of the large room as the two beasts yelled out in surprise. Immediately, the Hellhounds began roaring at him and started chasing after him. Being faster than the two fat demons, they soon left them behind which gave Buffy the chance to spring forth and begin beating the hell out of them.

Backed into a corner, Harry smiled and swung his wand. Flames burst forth and barbequed the beasts. Hearing them yelp like dogs was something that he didn't expect. Nevertheless, he watched as they rolled around covered in flames. Firing piercing hexes at them, he made sure that each one was dead before going anywhere near them. He finished just in time to see Buffy kick one of the other demons right in the chest. He stumbled back and fell over his downed brethren. Taking advantage, she stuck a blade right into its forehead. Harry walked up and placed a Stasis Charm on the bodies before sending them back to his warehouse. He'd look up their species and see if they can be used for ingredients later.

"You okay?" he asked, making sure that she didn't get injured.

"Right as rain," she chirped as she looked around. Spotting an old-looking crate, she walked over to it. Ripping the wooden lid off, she gasped as hundreds of old, silver coins were revealed. Harry whistled in appreciation.

"That's a decent chunk of coin, half of which is yours," he told her. Buffy smiled widely at her sudden uptick in finances. Harry waved his wand, and she watched as they floated from the crate into his bag. "I'll sell them and give your half as soon as possible," he told her. Suddenly, his hand lashed out, and he snatched something as it floated by. Holding it up, it looked like a tarnished, silver pyramid about five inches in height.

"Is that what we're here for?" she asked, moving to his side. Harry held up the map which had a detailed drawing of the Eye of Elotta. Nodding in satisfaction, he placed it in his bag.

"Looks like it. C'mon," he said, grabbing her hand. He apparated them away from the stench of crispy Hellhound. Appearing back in the graveyard, he walked her over to a bench, and they sat down.

"I was thinking," he suddenly said. "After you graduate, you'll likely be going to UC Sunnydale right?" Buffy nodded.

"It's not like I can just pack up and leave. Someone has to keep the baddies at bay," she said sourly, crossing her legs.

"Well, I was thinking about buying a house here in Sunnydale. With Cordie staying there, it's getting a bit cramped. I was thinking that maybe you'd like to live there when I move as well," he said, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.

"You mean it?" she asked, looking up at him with her big, lovely eyes. Harry nodded. Buffy blushed and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'll think about it," she said. He could hear the smile in her voice.