Harry in the Hellmouth (Ch. 19)(Exclusive)

Harry in the Hellmouth

Chapter 19

Anya was quite nervous, which was wholly a new feeling for her these days. For centuries she had been the Patron Saint of Scorned Women, cursing unfaithful men to horrible and sometimes embarrassing fates. ‘Those were the good old days,’ she sighed to herself as she walked up to the metal door. With her heart beating rapidly, she cleared her throat and knocked on the door. No one answered. She waited a minute or so … still nothing. She banged on the door with the side of her fist. This time she heard noise from within. Soon after, the door opened, revealing the handsome face of Harry Potter. When he saw her, he smiled.

“Anya! What a pleasant surprise,” he said, pushing open the door. “Come in.”

Anya smiled prettily at him and moved past him. She heard the heavy door close behind her. “Now … What can I do for you?” she heard him ask from behind.

She was very annoyed that she couldn’t get her wretched heartbeat to slow down. It was making her hands and voice jittery. The former Vengeance Demon absolutely loathed being human. It was so much worse than she remembered. The sleepiness, the headaches, the going to school, the … other sensations that she sometimes felt ... They were all horrible, and she wanted nothing more than to make them stop. Unfortunately, for the time being, the only way to make them stop was through her death. That might be a bit extreme, she thought as she walked in front of him, making her wide, inviting hips sway from side to side. Even though she hated being a human, she had to admit that her ass looked fantastic in a tight pair of jeans.

Anya made sure to fix herself up before her visit to Harry’s magical warehouse. While she believed that she made a good first impression on him, Harry was surrounded by a decent amount of sexually attractive women. She couldn’t show up looking like a slob. When Harry asked her what she wanted, she stopped and turned. Her red shirt was low cut, showing off the deep valley of cleavage created from her two already perky breasts being pushed together by what humans called a “pushup bra”. Whatever the contraption was, it made her breasts look twice as good. She wanted to cry out in victory as she watched his eyes lower momentarily, checking out the vast amount of cleavage on display. She took the moment to strike.

“I’d like a job!” she chirped in a perky voice. His eyes rose from her chest back up to meet her gaze.

“A job?” he asked. Anya nodded.

“I remember you said something about having knowledge of Vengeance Demons, but do you have any other qualifications?” he asked her. Harry led her away from the storage area and into his personal office. His office wouldn’t have looked too out of place at a normal business. There was a large desk and a chair behind it. There was also a long, black couch along one of the walls. The cushions looked fluffy and comfy, in her opinion. Harry led her to the couch, and she sat down. Harry sat down next to her while keeping a respectable distance. They both angled their bodies so that they were facing each other.

“Considering that I was, until recently, a Vengeance Demon myself, I have detailed knowledge about many different species of demons. I also know more than my fair share of magic and the mystical arts,” she told him, trying to sound confident. Her stupid human body wouldn’t do what her mind was telling it though. In the middle of her little speech, her voice cracked, much to her embarrassment. That was why she had dressed up in a way that accentuated her sexuality. If she could get him to focus on her body instead of other things, perhaps she could get one over on him. Anya crossed her legs so that her high-heeled foot “accidentally” rubbed against his leg. Sadly, she didn’t see him react. ‘Weren’t young men supposed to immediately get erect whenever a potential, sexually attractive mate shows any interest in them?’ she silently asked herself. Anya had been reading a magazine focused solely on the problems of teenage girls. Did CosmoGirl get it wrong?

Harry wondered what the hell the girl was doing. Was she trying to flirt to get the job? He wasn’t sure. If she was, her flirting skills were terrible, but then again, if she had been a Vengeance Demon until recently, that might explain why she seemed like such a strange human. Either way, he did need someone to help out around there.

“Vengeance Demon, huh?” he asked while rubbing his chin, pretending to take that piece of information into account. “Having you around to help might be useful … but I don’t know …” he pretended. Suddenly, Anya slid across the couch until she was right next to him.

“I’m sure that I can be very useful to you,” she quickly added. “I can catalog a multitude of texts based on magic, historical events and people, demonology, and the occult. I can research the going rates and adjust the prices in your catalog on a daily basis. I can make sure that everything is clean, tidy, and in its place, and my breasts are full and fun for you to look at … see!” she said, pulling the neckline of her shirt lower, exposing more of her lovely cleavage. She seemed like Harry’s type of girl.

“You’re quite the go-getter, aren’t you?” Harry chuckled. “Fine … You’re hired!” he called out. Anya hopped to her feet and pumped her fist.

“YES!” she happily chirped. “When can I start?” she asked.

“First, let’s talk about hours, pay, and whatnot,” he told her. Anya smiled and sat back down.

Harry in the Hellmouth

Hiring Anya turned out to be a very smart idea. The girl had an obsession with money. For some reason, most of her obsession revolved around making HIM money … not that he was complaining. Once, he had even turned the corner and saw her softly nuzzling her cheek against a wad of ten dollar bills. If she had noticed him watching her, Anya wouldn’t have been embarrassed. The girl had no filter to her mouth. Harry found the whole thing amusing. One night, as he counted the day’s take, she stood near him with her hands behind her back. She was watching him intently, first staring up at him, then turning her attention to the stack of cash in his hands. She had hooked him up with different demons so that he could get fresher, cheaper ingredients. She had even expanded his business by sending his catalogs to some old friends of hers and adding a mail-order service. Within a couple of weeks, he was rolling in the cash. It appeared that Anya wanted to roll in the cash as well, literally.

“You okay, Anya?” Harry asked, looking her way. She nodded while looking up at him and smiling cutely. Harry smiled back and continued to count through the stack of hundreds. When he reached two thousand dollars worth, Anya shuddered. Harry stopped and looked at her again.

“Sorry,” she told him. “Counting money at the end of the day arouses me,” she said to him without the slightest amount of embarrassment. Harry almost choked on his own spit.

“Figuratively?” Harry asked.

“Literally,” she corrected him. “My underwear is soaked through,” she said, squirming. “Would you mind if I take them off? It’s very uncomfortable,” she suddenly asked. Harry closed his eyes and chortled humorously. When he opened them up, she was already wiggling her hips. He watched as her panties dropped down from underneath her dress. She stepped out of them. If they were anyone but Anya, Harry might suspect that they were possessed or bewitched. This kind of stuff was normal for Anya, however. She was very open about things like that.

“This is making you wet?” Harry asked her with a smirk across his face. He pressed the pad of his thumb against the bottom of the stack and rapidly flipped through them.

Anya swallowed loudly. “Very …” she stated in a steamy voice. Her eyes were glued to the stack of cash, and her chest was rapidly rising and falling. He could see that her cheeks were flushed pink. She wasn’t lying about being aroused. Harry could smell her womanly scent now that her panties were sitting on his office floor. Harry stepped up closer to her. He waved the stack of bills underneath her nose. Anya moved closer as well.

“Do you enjoy the smell of cash?” he asked her. She was brushing her fingertips over the end of the stack just as he had done only seconds before.

“I love everything about it. Those with money can buy whatever they want, go wherever they want, and some can even get away with murder,” she truthfully told him. Everything she said was true. Money made the world go round after all. Anya was gripping the money as Harry began to pull it away. She didn’t want to let it go. Harry smirked as he gave it a tug, pulling it free of her greedy fingers.

“Well, this money is going with the rest of it,” Harry told her. Anya looked at him with confusion.

“Don’t you keep it in the bank?” Harry shook his head.

“Since I shouldn’t technically exist here, I don’t pay taxes. It would be suspicious if I had hundreds of thousands of dollars sitting in the bank without having any reasonable explanation of how I earned it,” he explained. Anya’s eyes widened.

“Hundreds of thousands?” she asked, stuttering slightly. Harry nodded.

“I keep it at home in a magical safe.”

“Can … Can I see it? The money I mean,” she asked with some level of desperation. Harry smiled as a wonderfully naughty idea crossed his mind.

Harry in the Hellmouth

Anya cried out in absolute bliss as she crushed handfuls of hundred dollar bills in her hands as Harry plowed her from behind. This was her first time having sex as a human. Had she known that it was this good, she would have been doing it months ago. The fact that the entire bed was covered in cash made the whole thing so much better, in her opinion.

Face down and ass up was the position that Harry put her in. Her body jerked back and forth as his powerful hips clapped against her cushy cheeks. The sensation of the crisp bills brushing against her incredibly hard nipples was a sensation that she would never forget. Anya cried out as the head of his cock bashed into her G-spot over and over. In almost no time, she began cumming again. This was her fifth orgasm in the last hour. She could feel the wetness dripping down the inside of her thighs. Harry once again teased her by leaning forward, moving her hair to the side, and kissing the back of her neck. Her body shivered from the kiss alone. He then began cleaning the streaks of wetness from her thighs with the cash on the bed, all the while, he continued to jackhammer into her.

“D-Don’t ruin the money!” she begged even while cumming hard around his thrusting cock. Harry laughed, clearly amused by her.

“You know, Anya … I’m going to have a lot of fun with you,” Harry chuckled as he slapped her ass hard. Anya squealed and came harder. Pussy juice was squirting out of her cumming twat, spraying all of the bills that were piled up underneath her.

Anya’s eyes rolled into the back of her head when Harry grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. Her gaping mouth was choking out a whorish moan when her mouth was suddenly stuffed full of cash. She bit down on it to muffle her moans. Her silken walls were squeezing him tightly, trying to milk his bloated balls of every last drop of cum. It didn’t take long before she felt him release. He grunted, and she felt his hot seed filling her up. His hands grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them. She felt her cheeks open, and the cool air hit her puckered hole. The sensation was incredible, she thought. She couldn’t wait to try more. As her body spasmed through her orgasm, Anya was absentmindedly collecting the bills and organizing them into denominations. Suddenly, Harry grabbed the bills and tossed them onto the side table. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead, she received a mouthful of his tongue. Anya eagerly returned the kiss. When they finally broke it, Harry rolled her over until she was laying directly on top of him. “There are more important things than money,” he told her.

“Like what?” His hands were groping her naked ass. She could feel his fingers brushing against her tightest hole.

Harry shrugged. “Love, friendship, adventure, mind-blowing orgasms … Take your pick.”

Anya pushed herself up so that she was straddling him. She lifted herself up and slipped his still-hard cock into her slick depths. Dropping down, her body trembled and shuddered. “I pick the orgasms,” she said as she began rolling her hips.

“Good choice,” Harry moaned as he reached up and started playing with her bouncing breasts. Even so, Anya couldn’t help but grab fistfuls of cash as she worked his cock to completion over and over again.