Harry in the Hellmouth (Ch. 21)(Exclusive)

Harry in the Hellmouth

Chapter 21

“So … How do I look?” asked Xander as he gave a slow twirl in his new clothes.

“More human and less like a Jimmy Buffett groupie,” Cordelia said with a smile. She was always happy to toss around a few insults.

“Ha, ha!” Xander said sarcastically as he smoothed out his pants. “So any tips on how to win the fair Harmony’s heart … or at least get in her pants?”

“Ugggh!” Cordelia responded with a look of revulsion. It wasn’t that she cared about Harmony. She didn’t even care about the girl when they were friends. Harmony had always been a selfish bitch, but she was popular, so she belonged in the Cordettes. Now that she had Harry, Cordelia didn’t need to run with the clique of brainless girls that only cared about looks, popularity, and money. She was with Harry, and he had all three, she thought smugly. Even so, Cordelia remembered the occasions when Harmony decided to zing her with a few hurtful jibes. Cordelia didn’t forget, and she had a very hard time forgiving. Helping Xander hook up with Harmony would be a decent start to some much-needed payback. She was already gleefully imagining the ditzy blonde getting stuck with a dud boyfriend like Xander freakin’ Harris. Instead of hiding her wicked smile, she let it stretch across her beautiful face, in plain sight. Xander was too much of an idiot to notice the difference.

“Well, Xander … Your first step is to stop taking her crap. When she insults you, insult her back. In fact, you should insult her first!” Cordie told him with glee.

Xander’s face twisted into a look of confusion. He scratched the top of his head, and for a moment, Cordelia imagined him as an unwashed ape. “How is insulting her going to get me anywhere?” he asked.

“Trust me, Xander. A guy like you isn’t going to get her from your looks, money, or popularity. You have none of any of those. You need to break down her sense of self-worth. Once she hits rock bottom, you’ll be there to scoop up the pieces!” Cordie chirped with a cute smile. Xander was rubbing his chin in thought. He then nodded his head slowly.

“I see what you mean,” he said as the idea dawned on him. “It’s way too hard to lift myself to her level. What I need to do is bring her down to mine.”

“Exactly!” Cordie smiled. “Then once she’s trapped, you can just start acting like your normal, loser self.”

Cordelia wasn’t as dumb as she looked, Xander thought as his smile grew wider.

Harry in the Hellmouth

“Hey, ladies … Xander … Oz,” Harry greeted them as he sat down on the brick bench. A pep rally was going full blast with Cordelia cheering something about some guy named Hogan. He had to admit, she looked sexy in her little cheerleader outfit.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Buffy asked in surprise as she scooted over to give him some room.

“Cordie asked me to come and see her cheer,” Harry rolled his eyes. “This may be one of the last times she gets to do this kind of stuff.” The group nodded, suddenly reminded of the upcoming graduation. Harry noticed that Buffy was continuously rubbing the sides of her head.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking at her head. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it.

“Nothing,” Buffy said quickly. She then scratched the back of her hand. Harry looked at it and saw that it was puffy and red. He took her hand in his and lifted it up to examine it closer.

“Do you have a rash or something?”

“No, I’m fine!” she quickly said and snatched her hand back. Seeing that she was acting strange, Harry looked at Willow and raised an eyebrow. Willow looked timid for a moment before she started singing like a canary.

“Buffy touched some gross, fishy demon and now she’s going to grow a vestigial tail!” she cried out as the small crowd whooped and hollered along with the cheerleaders. She looked at Buffy with concern.

“Willow!” Buffy hissed in annoyance at having her secret shared.

“Sorry,” Willow apologized in a morose-sounding voice.

“Vestigial tail?” Harry asked.

“I’m sure I won’t … I hope,” she added sourly. Harry sighed.

“After this, we’re going to talk to Giles,” Harry told her. He put his arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze. She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. Harry turned his attention back to Cordie who was popping her hips in her little skirt.

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“So she’s going to take on some aspect of the demon?” Harry asked. “Any idea what?” Giles shook his head.

“There isn’t much known about the species of demon. We don’t even have a name for it. The only passage that I could find was this one,” Giles told him, sliding an open book over to him. Harry read what little information there was, but it was the picture that told him everything that he needed to know.

“That’s a Jhlectnilu Demon. At least that’s what everyone in the business calls them. They don’t have any mouths or ears, so they communicate telepathically. Their blood is worth a small fortune. People infect themselves to gain telepathy,” Harry said.

“How do you know all of this?” Giles asked in shock.

“Every week I get about a dozen people asking if I have any of their blood in stock. Unfortunately, the demons are somewhat rare,” Harry answered.

“So I’m going to read minds … and not grow a tail?” Buffy asked. When Harry nodded, she squealed happily.

“As happy as I am that you’re not going to grow a tail, this is still serious Buffy,” Harry told her, stopping her premature celebration.

“Humans aren’t meant to have such powers. The people that want their blood only stay infected for a short time before taking the cure. It starts out slow, only hearing a few voices at a time. Not long after, however, it’s like having a hundred people screaming in your ear at the same time. It’s enough to drive you mad,” Harry said in a serious voice. Buffy didn’t look too pleased.

“Then why do people infect themselves if it’s so bad?” she asked.

“They want to find out a specific secret from someone. If they’re smart, they take the antidote right after.”

“Yes, I can see how that would be quite valuable for someone,” Giles agreed. “But how do you know about the antidote?”

“Abram’s Remedia Demonica Vol. III,” Harry told him. “It’s the …”

“... leading source material for all cures, remedies, antidotes, and restoratives involving demons and the unnatural,” Giles finished with a bit of excitement. “I was finally able to get a copy of my own last year. I have to say, Abram was quite brilliant in some of his …”

“Giles, please!” Buffy huffed. Giles cleared his throat and put on a professional look.

“Oh, yes, of course. Well, I’ll grab my copy, and we can see what ingredients are necessary,” Gile said, going into his office.

“It’s not going to be gross, is it?” Buffy asked, her face looking slightly green.

“The main ingredient is a heart from the demon, so …”

Buffy gagged. Harry laughed.

“It may take a few days to find another Jhlectnilu Demon. It helps that there’s one somewhere around Sunnydale, but still, there’s no guarantee that it’ll be quickly found,” Harry told her.

“So I might have to deal with all the voices?” Buffy nervously asked. Harry put his arm around her.

“If it gets too bad, come to me and I’ll help. Okay?”

Buffy nodded and hugged him back.

Harry in the Hellmouth

Looking for that demon was turning out to be a pain in the ass. All night long, he searched the sewers, the woods, every cave, crack, and crevice that he could find. He came up with nothing. He even did a patrol right before sunrise. The only thing he found was a newborn vampire that he quickly dusted. Harry tiredly went back to his home for some rest. He’d try again the following night.

After taking a shower and brushing his teeth, he went to his room and found Cordie asleep in his bed. Harry smiled at the way that she was lightly snoring. Stripping down, he climbed into bed with her. As he did, she woke up. “Harry?” she asked in a husky voice.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Harry answered. As he lay down, she curled up at his side. “You looked good today. You were very sexy in your cheerleader uniform,” he told her as he gently caressed her nude back.

“Were my cheers good?” she asked sleepily.

“They were great. Very peppy,” he lied. He didn’t even really listen to them. He was too busy talking to Buffy and Willow.

“Oh, really?” he heard her ask. “Then what were we cheering about?”

Harry stiffened for a second. He could only remember one thing. “Some jock named Hogan.”

“You really were listening!” Cordelia chirped happily, kissing his chest. Harry snorted.

“Of course, I was. What kind of a jackass do you take me for?”

Cordelia responded by straddling his lap and sitting up. Her large tits bounced around as she fluffed her hair. Harry moaned as her hot pussy lips rubbed against the underside of his straining erection. Cordie smiled when she felt how hard he was and ground herself harder against him. Harry’s hands slid up the tops of her thighs and over her wide hips. Cordelia had an incredible body, and she loved to hear him compliment her on a daily basis. At the moment, however, he wasn’t in the mood to give compliments. He wanted her tight lips wrapped around him. His hand moved up her gracefully curved sides, and he felt her body shudder. Down below, her hips started to rock faster and faster. When his fingers found the underside of her breasts, Cordelia couldn’t take it any longer and lifted her bottom up. Reaching down, she grabbed his throbbing manhood and stuffed the head into her warm, wet opening. No time was wasted as she dropped down and took him completely inside of her.

Harry loved seeing her curvy body quiver every time she rode him. She leaned forward and supported herself by placing her hands on his chest. She had her eyes closed, and she was breathing heavily. Her breasts were dangling and slightly swaying from side to side. Harry brushed his fingertips over them, feeling her crinkled nipples and the soft skin of her underboob. Cordelia moaned heavily and arched her back. Placing her hands on his shins, her hips started swaying. Harry could feel her insides fluttering around him with every pump of her hips. Keeping one hand on her hip, he slid the other up her slim belly and onto one of her bouncing breasts.

“You’re so big,” she cried out as his cock hit her cervix. “I can barely handle it.”

Harry loved when Cordelia rode him. She was a cheerleader and a good dancer, so she knew exactly how to move her hips in a seductive manner. She wasn’t shy like Willow or explosive like Buffy. Cordie was very sensual, and often she preferred “making love”. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she wasn’t shy about making it known to him. As such, he flipped her over, and Cordie let out a tired squeal. The moment she was on her back, her legs were spread wide to give him plenty of room to operate. Harry took full advantage, and soon, his hips were pistoning back and forth as her soft breasts were pressed against his hard chest, and he was eagerly sucking on her slender, graceful neck. He could hear her mewls of pleasure and soft gasps. It only turned him on even more. Throwing one of her legs over his shoulder, Harry switched angles which drove her crazy.

Her pussy was completely soaked, and the wet sounds of their fucking reverberated off the walls of his room. Her silken walls were tightly grasping him, and her body was bucking every time he plundered her abused G-spot. Her hands were massaging her breasts, and her fingers were toying with her nipples. When she felt one of his hand move between her legs and start to rub her clit, Cordelia cried out. Her walls clamped down on him even though he continued to fuck her with steady, even strokes.

The lights behind Cordelia’s eyes flashed as she felt her insides grow tighter. The pleasure that she was feeling suddenly spiked, and she cried out in pure bliss. She could feel herself milking him, and she didn’t have to wait long before he finished inside of her. Her taut, teenage body broke into goosebumps at the sensation of being filled by him. When he finally rolled off of her, Cordelia snuggled up to him and was asleep before she could even say goodnight.