Harry in the Hellmouth (Ch. 20)(Exclusive)

Harry in the Hellmouth

Chapter 20

Xander Harris was sitting in Harry’s warehouse swigging on a cold, fizzy bottle of pop as he looked around. Giles was going through the book stacks, greedily pawing through as many books as he could get his hands on. He never understood why Giles loved books so much. They were such a bore to read.

His eyes then turned to his friends. His consummate crush, Buffy, was standing close to Harry while chatting with their other friend, Willow. He noticed that Buffy would look up and smile at Harry ever so often. Harry wasn’t even talking to Buffy. She would just look at him and smile. She wasn’t the only one either.

Willow had been edging closer and closer to the wizard. When she looked at him, her cheeks would flair pink with embarrassment. However, she didn’t look away. She would continue looking at him. Willow would begin breathing heavily as she grazed her neck with her fingers. Then there were the times when she would reach out and touch his hand or arm. Her touches looked way too confident. That just wasn’t Willow’s style. Xander shook his head. If he didn’t know her so well, he would think that she was flirting with him. Xander nearly snorted at the thought. ‘Willow flirting?’ This time he did quietly snort. ‘Yeah right.’

Then there was the beautiful but bitchy Cordelia. She was always hovering around Harry. That wasn’t surprising since he already knew that something was going on between them. She was practically living with him, and would proudly announce it any time she was asked.

Xander wasn’t as dumb as everyone believed. Harry was most likely sleeping with Cordelia. Neither of them had outright confirmed it, but Xander was perceptive. He also suspected that something might be happening with Buffy. She had been spending way too much time with Harry. Whatever was going on between them, he couldn’t say. Any time he brought it up with the girls, they clammed up and changed the subject. Still, there was enough evidence that told him that they had been fooling around at least, but how far they had gone together … he didn’t know. The thought of it hit him right in the gut. It wasn’t easy to think about your crush fooling around with someone else. She was his friend, however, so he wouldn’t let her know that it bothered him.

When he thought about it, he realized that it likely only bothered him because he was lonely. He wanted a girl to fool around with as well. ‘Why should wizard-boy have all the fun?’ he often thought.

The new girl, Anya, was really cute. However, his lust for her dropped significantly when she verbally and proudly declared that she and Harry had “fornicated in a pile of cash”. Giles had spat out his tea all over some mystical tome that he had been reading. Harry found the whole thing amusing. Xander had to admit, it had been quite funny seeing Giles turn into a stuttering mess. Sadly, that was one less potential girl for him. However, there was one girl that Xander knew wasn’t fooling around with Harry. Unfortunately, Xander had no idea how to seduce this blonde-haired vixen. He needed help. Sudden laughter made him turn back to the group. Harry had said something funny, and all four girls were looking up at him with sparkling eyes. Cordelia was even hugging his arm possessively, rubbing her deliciously perky boobs all over his … Xander cleared his throat. He’d save that thought for later.

Harry in the Hellmouth

Harry eyed Anya as she quietly sang to herself while the radio softly played an upbeat tune. She was reorganizing the book section to make her job easier. She was wearing a cute, little dress that showed off a vast amount of cleavage. When Anya caught him looking, she didn’t look embarrassed. Instead, she threw him a sultry look that was a clear invitation to take her in the back and … KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Fuck,” Harry mumbled and tore his eyes away from Anya’s lovely, teenage breasts. He got up and walked to the door of his warehouse. Pushing the metal door open, he saw Xander’s smiling face.

“Xander! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Harry said, stepping aside and inviting him in. Harry wasn’t exactly bosom buddies with the young man. He was Buffy and Willow’s friend. Harry didn’t spend a lot of time around him. Still, Buffy and Willow cared about him, so that was good enough for Harry. He’d make sure to help Xander out whenever he could. Xander followed him in.

“I was hoping you could help me out,” he replied as he spotted Anya in her little dress. By then, Anya was bopping along with the beat while quietly singing. Her breasts were bouncing around and threatening to spill out of her plunging neckline.

“I will if I can,” Harry told him. “What do you need help with?” he asked but didn’t receive a reply. “Xander?” he asked again. Still nothing. He followed Xander’s gaze and saw what he was so mesmerized by. Harry chuckled. Harry smacked him on the shoulder.

“As awesome as Anya’s breasts are, I don’t think they are the reason why you came here today,” Harry laughed. Anya heard him and smirked, clearly loving the attention that she was receiving. Xander stuttered an apology before clearing his throat.

“You’re obviously good with girls … so I …” he started before Anya cut him off.

“He’s an expert at giving me orgasms,” she stated without an ounce of embarrassment. “I have multiple every time we have sexual relations. I think he was about to give me more orgasms right before you arrived.”

Xander sputtered. “I’m … sorry …?” he said to Harry, not sure if he should apologize for the apparent cockblock that he inadvertently performed. Harry rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it … and don’t mind Anya. She hasn’t learned to filter her mouth yet,” he said. “Now what is it that you need?”

“Oh! Well … There’s this girl …”

Harry in the Hellmouth

“Harmony … Harmony …?” Harry said to himself as he and Xander strolled the Sunnydale High campus. “Blonde … Sexy … And a raging bitch?” Harry asked Xander as they made it outside to the Quad. They slipped away from the crowd and leaned against a palm tree.

“Your description is spot on,” Xander said as he watched the crowd.

“I remember seeing Cordelia talking to her on occasion,” Harry said. Xander nodded.

“They were part of the same clique until recently. Cordelia hasn’t spent a whole lot of time around her since she moved in with you. How you tamed that wild beast I’ll never know,” Xander said as he suddenly perked up.

“Cordie can be tough to handle. You just need a firm hand,” Harry smirked to himself, thinking about all of the times that he had her over his lap while he spanked her shapely ass. Cordelia enjoyed it more than he did.

“I really don’t want to know,” Xander shuddered as he saw Harry’s expression. “But you may be right about the firm hand. Harmony is just as mean and nasty as Cordelia used to be. That’s her right there!” he declared, pointing at her. Harry rolled his eyes and pushed his arm down.

“No need to make a scene,” he gently chided Xander. Harry studied Harmony. She was walking around with some other girls that were nicely dressed. They were clearly the most popular group in the school. Harmony was wearing a short pink dress. “She looks like a Barbie doll.”

“She has the personality of one too,” Xander added. Harry snorted.

“So why do you want to be with her?” Harry asked.

“I just want to fool around. You know … touchy, touchy here … touchy, touchy there.”

“Gross. Sorry I asked,” Harry said. “She looks high maintenance.”

“You got that right,” Xander agreed as he checked out the bubbly blonde. Harry sighed.

“Well, if you want that …” he said, jerking his thumb toward Harmony’s direction. “... you’re going to have to do something about this.” Harry tugged on his shirt. Xander looked confused.

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” he asked.

“I saw a homeless bum eating out of the Happy Burger dumpster that was better dressed than you,” Harry said with brutal honesty.

“Well, that’s a cool kick in the groin,” he complained, snatching his shirt from between Harry’s fingers.

“The truth hurts.”

“Either way, it doesn’t matter. I can’t afford new clothes,” Xander told him, looking forlorn.

Harry knew that Xander’s home life wasn’t something to brag about. His parents were a couple of no-good drunks, his father especially. They didn’t have the extra money to spend on Xander, and because he was still in high school, he couldn’t exactly go out and get a job. Harry decided to take pity on the boy, especially since he was taking most of the hot babes for himself. Helping Xander get some action would be his good deed for the year.

“I’ll pay for your clothes. I’ll even have Cordelia help you pick them out. She knows way more about fashion than either of us. She’s the one that picks out my clothes,” Harry admitted.

“Haven’t I suffered enough?” he groaned, putting his face in his hands. Harry rolled his eyes and sent Xander back to class.

Harry in the Hellmouth

Buffy smiled cutely as she leaned against the wall in the back of Harry’s warehouse. Her hand was out, palm up and waiting to be filled. Harry gave her a look that made her laugh. He pulled out a fat wad of cash and peeled off a few hundred dollar bills. He folded them and stuffed them down her cleavage. Her smug look quickly changed to one of annoyance, which made Harry laugh. She reached down and pulled out the folded bills. She counted her cut of the sales.

“The blood and bones of that Zohtlof demon sold quickly. Good job slaying that thing, by the way. Its claws looked nasty,” Harry praised her.

“It was tough. I even tore my shirt,” she pouted.

“Bring it over and I’ll fix it with magic,” Harry said. Buffy smiled and leaned in. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and she tilted her head up. Her lips were close to his as he leaned down.

“Why don’t you come over tonight and fix it? Maybe you can stay afterward,” she teased him. Harry’s hands were already climbing up the back of her skirt. He could feel that she was wearing a thong.

Buffy hid her face on his shoulder as his hands fondled her bare ass. Her cheeks were suddenly opened up, and there was only a minuscule string to hide her naughty bits from the chilly air of the warehouse. Harry kept his warehouse very cold since many different demon parts were stored there. The cold air was making her smooth skin goosebump.

“Are you cold?” she heard him ask. Buffy nodded against his shoulder, hiding the smile on her face. “The area between your legs is burning hot,” he teased her as his fingers brushed against her damp slit. Buffy moaned as her hands slid up the back of his shirt. She loved his soft skin that hid hard muscles beneath it. Her hands played with his muscular back while he pulled her thong aside and rubbed his fingers between her lips. Buffy was becoming desperate. Her hips sawed back and forth as she fiercely rubbed herself against his hand. She angled her hips so that her clit was now doing most of the rubbing. Buffy shuddered, and she could feel her nipples becoming as hard as rocks.

“God, yes!” Buffy gasped quietly. “Don’t move!” she begged. Her hips were practically a blur as she pleasured herself on his hand. His fingers and palms were slick and coated in her arousal as she started rolling her hips and moving them in a circle. Her hard clit was being ground hard into his palm. He could feel her wetness pooling in his hand. Harry could feel her body tightening up, and her breaths became labored. “Harry,” she called out quietly in a desperate voice. His hand became flooded with her arousal.

He slipped two of his fingers inside of her and curled them just as she liked. Buffy squeezed him tightly, nearly crushing his ribs. Harry leaned in and captured her lips. Buffy moaned into his mouth as she came on his fingers. As he massaged her tongue with his, he could feel her insides fluttering around his thrusting fingers.

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Anya peeked around the side of a large storage shelf. Her eyes were wide, and on her face was a look of wonder. She was subtly rubbing her thighs together as she watched Harry give Buffy an orgasm. The look of pure rapture on Buffy’s face triggered something inside of her, and Anya wondered what it would be like to be in bed with both Buffy and Harry at the same time. She had heard of threesomes, of course, but as a demon, she never really gave them much thought. Now that she was human, she had all of these new feelings, emotions, and desires coursing through her veins. As Buffy thrashed in his arms, the sight flared certain desires that she didn’t know that she had. She wanted to explore these new desires. She decided to talk to Harry about it … ‘But first, I’ll finish watching him dominate Buffy,’ she naughtily thought as Buffy’s juices began dripping off of Harry’s hand.