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One Magic Night Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-01-18 04:02:50 +0000 UTCThe house was three stories tall, with ivy lining its white wood like veins. The shutters shrieked in the wind; the few that were still intact. Its lawn was practically a forest, it was so overgrown, and Zatanna couldn’t suppress a shiver.
“One time, couldn’t the criminals hide out in a five star hotel?” she complained.
“It’s not in their nature,” said the man beside her. “At least it’s not ANOTHER swamp. Swamps are the worst.”
“So much mud,” Zatanna agreed.
She glanced at the man. It was hard not to; he was a lot to look at. His black hair was tousled, even sticking up in places. He wore heavy glasses that rested about halfway down his nose. On his forehead was a lightning-bolt-shaped scar, which still wasn’t as striking as his green eyes.
“Well,” he said. “Shall we?”
Zatanna looked away hurriedly, hoping she hadn’t been caught looking.
“It will be trapped,” she warned.
“They always are,” he said. “That’s why we get paid to shove our noses into it anyway.”
“You’re paid. I don’t make a cent off of this.”
“My condolences,” said the man.
Zatanna laughed as they began the walk up the weed-ridden path to the mansion.
Harry Potter. That was the name of the man with her: a stranger, really, but one who had been pleasant so far. John’s description of him had been less flattering. That was no surprise, really. Constantine didn’t mix well with authority figures, not the normal ones and DEFINITELY not the magical ones.
An Auror, that’s what Britain called them. And Harry was the Head Auror, apparently. It was a fancy title, and the fact that he had come himself when Zatanna requested aid seemed like a good sign that they were taking her warning seriously.
The door opened on its own as soon as they climbed the steps. Zatanna and Harry looked at each other. They walked inside.
A chandelier hung from the ceiling of a large entry room. Breathing in felt like inhaling nothing but dust. Zatanna was grateful when Harry drew his wand and cleared the air, muttering something in latin.
“You said these criminals specialize in mind magic?” Harry asked.
“All kinds of it,” Zatanna said. “I’ve chased them across three countries, and I only recently found out what they look like. Everywhere they go locals disappear, being used like slaves. I know that they’re here, though. This time, I won’t let them get away.”
Harry held his wand up, not lowering it after casting the cleaning spell.
“Let’s go and get them then,” he said.
Zatanna nodded.
They walked across the floor, hearing the wood boards creak every time weight was applied to them. The creaking was so loud, it nearly covered the snapping noise from above them.
The elaborate glass chandelier detached itself, plummeting toward where Harry and Zatanna stood. Harry raised his wand, but Zatanna was already moving.
The tail flaps on her suit jacket flapped out as she stepped forward.
“Nruter!” Zatanna cried.
The chandelier reversed its trajectory, leaping back to its original position. The chain that had broken turned whole once again. In seconds the trap had been reversed, the room returned to the way it had been with no harm done.
She heard a low whistle.
“You can do all of that without a wand?” Harry asked.
Zatanna smiled. “I got it from my mom. Literally.”
She walked ahead of Harry, leading the way as they climbed a flight of rickety stairs. He moved behind her to watch their backs… but when Zatanna looked back, it seemed more like he was watching her backside. Her outfit was rather revealing, and her backside was rather nice, so she didn’t hold it against him. So long as he knew how to remain focused.
She was worried for no reason. When they reached the upper floor, the first room they checked sprung the next trap.
Zatanna jumped back as five figures screamed the second she opened the door. They charged her with pallid skin and feral battle cries, looking like zombies. But they weren’t zombies. Zatanna froze with the command “Nrub.” on the tip of her tongue. Although they looked mindless and hostile, these were innocent victims being controlled. She hesitated as she realized how close she had come to reducing them to cinders.
Harry was instantly there to pick up the slack.
“Stupefy!” he said.
To Zatanna’s knowledge, wand wizards had very specific limitations to their spells. Something that stunned one person, for example, would always stun one person. But a red beam far larger than normal tore from Harry’s wand, and all five mind controlled victims dropped unconscious at the same time.
“That should do it,” Harry said.
“Impressive,” Zatanna told him honestly.
Harry gave her a smile. Despite the situation, Zatanna felt her heart skip a beat. He really was exceptionally good-looking. If he ever lost his wand, his jawline looked sharp enough to use as a weapon in a pinch.
Harry conjured ropes around the victims, making sure they weren’t too tight, before nodding to Zatanna that they were ready to move on.
“I’ve been wondering,” he said as they walked. “You contacted the British Ministry perfectly, even reaching out to the right department. But we’ve never interacted with you. How did you know how to do that?”
“John Constantine told me,” she said. “He said that you don’t take kindly to independent action in the country. He also told me not to worry about what you thought, but well, that’s his style, not mine.”
“You know John Constantine?” Harry asked, sounding surprised.
“Ex-boyfriend.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s fine,” Zatanna said. “We parted as friends.”
“No,” Harry said, “I’m sorry you ever had to put up with him. I can barely get through an interview with that bugger without wanting to curse him to death.”
“He’s not that bad,” Zatanna said, unable to hide a slight smile.
“That’s news to me,” Harry said.
Their conversation ended abruptly as they reached the end of the hall. Where all the other doors in the house had been rickety, looking liable to fall over if you breathed on them, this one was totally different. It was solid steel, reinforced with bolts in the wally. Inside here was who they were after.
Harry cast a quick few spells.
“No traps on the door,” he said, sounding confused.
“I’m not finding anything either,” Zatanna admitted.
“A trap?”
“Definitely,” she said.
“After you?”
Despite his quip, Zatanna felt Harry push her gently aside, stepping in front. Her eyebrows rose.
Harry blasted the door in with an incantation that sounded like, “Bombarda!”
The metal door was thrown into the room, sliding across the floor with a shrieking sound. Harry and Zatanna stepped inside, neither having any idea what to expect.
They really did not count on finding two bodies and nothing else.
The bodies were embracing each other in a final, now-permanent hug. The woman was obese, while the man was rail thin, with horrid acne all across his face and a brutal case of male pattern baldness. Both of them were dead, and from the looks of them, had been that way for a few days already.
“Are these the two?” Harry asked, looking down at them.
“Yes.” Zatanna knelt. “There’s no mistaking it. These are them.”
“The bodies are real,” Harry added. “Did a ritual go wrong?”
There were signs of one around them. Paint was splattered on the floor in a pentagram shape, with candle holders and melted wax at every corner.
“It must be,” Zatanna said. “That’s the only thing I can think of.”
“Well, it makes our job easier,” Harry said, while Zatanna stood up. “We can log this, get someone out to help the victims, and—”
He cut off, his eyes widening, as Zatanna shoved her lips against his.
The kiss was hot and desperate. Her tongue ran all through his mouth, searching out every crevice within it, and only pulling back when she ran out of air.
“Zatanna?” Harry said dryly. “What on earth are you doing?”
“That’s what I was going to ask you!” she gasped out.
Harry’s hands had reached around her as they kissed, grabbing her butt through her costume and dragging her toward him, pressing her against his body tightly enough for her to feel his cock growing.
In a brief moment of clarity, Zatanna marveled at the size of what she was feeling. That bulge was ENORMOUS.
“This is going to be so much fun!” Harry said. He blinked. “Wait, I didn’t say that!”
Zatanna understood what he meant, because seconds later she was speaking, but it wasn’t her at all.
“Look at these boobs!” she said, pulling her shirt forward to stare down it. “Her stomach is so flat! And these hips!”
“This body is huge!” said Harry. “He’s so muscular. And between the legs…”
“He’s giant!” they said in unison.
Zatanna’s consciousness thrashed and fought, but no matter what she tried she couldn’t get control of her body back. In fact, she felt like she was getting further away. A translucent, ghost-like form was ejected into the room.
“My body!” she exclaimed.
“They took them,” Harry said.
Zatanna looked to the side and found a spectral version of him in the same state she was. His face looked grim, even as their bodies giggled and groped themselves and each other beneath them.
“I told you this plan would work!” said Harry’s body. “Nobody is as good as us when it comes to mind magic! Once we transcended our flesh, it was only a matter of time until new vessels came along.”
“I believed you,” said Zatanna’s body. “I just didn’t expect to land catches like these!”
“There’s only one thing left to do,” said Harry’s body.
“To break them in, right?” Zatanna’s body asked.
Harry pounced on her, and she trailed off giggling as his teeth attacked her neck. She wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck, jumping up and throwing her legs around him a moment later. Zatanna’s spirit stared down, scandalized.
“Stop!” she said. “What are you doing? Don’t make that face! Hey. Hey!”
Her body, while holding onto Harry’s, had begun squeezing her own large breasts like they were toys.
Harry’s spirit cleared his throat. “I don’t think they’re listening.”
Their bodies grappled with each other, grabbing anything they could reach, teasing body parts one at a time. They kissed sometimes, but were too easily distracted to keep doing it for long. When they eventually rolled off of each other, it was only to strip clothes out of the way.
Zatanna’s spirit turned to Harry’s. “Don’t you have any kind of mind magic to get rid of them?”
“I’m usually good at dealing with this kind of thing,” Harry said, “but whatever magic they’re using, it got right past my defenses, and I haven’t been able to get back in control.”
“I didn’t know this would happen…” Zatanna said.
“Wow, look at all of this!”
That was Harry’s body speaking, having just stripped off the top layer of his robes, revealing a chest with a perfect six pack and bulging pecs. Zatanna's spirit swallowed. She had seen superheroes that fought for a living who were in worse shape than Harry was. That frog in her throat doubled in size as soon as the body finished stripping.
He stood proudly with his hands on his hips, nude, staring down at all ten inches of rock-hard cock sitting in sight. His partner cheered and clapped, before both of them turned their attention to Zatanna’s body.
“Look at how this chick dresses!” she said.
Zatanna’s body was in its usual crime fighting attire, including a suit jacket, a rumpled white undershirt and a triangular shape of fabric over the crotch with tights beneath it. Her body kicked off its boots and shed the coat, leaving her in nothing but the white, sleeveless shirt and the skimpy lower clothing.
“With an outfit like this, I’ll bet she was aiming to get fucked even without our help!” said the spirit possessing her body.
“That’s not true,” Zatanna said quickly.
“I know,” Harry said.
He was trying to force his way back into his body, but he was finding it significantly harder to focus now with Zatanna’s body stripping. It only got worse when the white top came off and her stockings were pushed down. Whooping, the spirit undid the bra, letting her breasts breath.
They were large and unbelievably gravity-defying, sticking out straight on her chest without sagging at all. The spirit in her body couldn’t believe it, prodding the stiff nipples and groping the breasts, staring with wonder. Harry coughed, doing his best not to look and failing terribly.
Zatanna was at a loss for words as she watched her body bend over and stick her ass in the air, wiggling it back and forth with only panties covering it.
“Stop looking at your cock, and get over here and use it!”
Harry’s body dove on top of Zatanna’s, both of them laughing wildly.
Zatanna was unable to contain her gasp as she watched the panties be torn away, and that massive phallus plunge straight into her pussy. They didn’t even do foreplay, just mashing their new bodies against each other, unheeding about any damage they sustained.
Not that there seemed to be much damage. Zatanna’s body accommodated Harry’s with natural chemistry, taking every last one of those throbbing inches with nothing but a resounding moan.
“Stop,” Zatanna said. “Stop…”
Yet her spectral fingers were drifting toward the crotch on her translucent form, which felt alight with a whole new emotion as she watched the scene below them.
“I can’t get back in!” Harry complained, his face twisted with focus. “I should be able to throw off something like this, but my mind doesn’t even feel like it's mine anymore!”
Zatanna didn’t answer, too busy watching as their bodies clashed. She heard her own voice screaming like a cat in heat. Suddenly, that voice said something different.
“Let me try something!”
Zatanna watched her body roll onto its side. She grabbed her own ankle, bending her leg until it was sticking straight up, far past where most women could put it.
“She’s flexible, too!” her body exclaimed with relish. “She’s the perfect whore!”
Harry’s body wrapped its arms around her raised leg, helping hold it in place as he thrust his dick back inside her.
“And this body is perfect to break her in!” he said. “Or, at least to break her…”
Zatanna’s hands were cupped around her crotch now. What must that feel like? She was watching her body’s stomach BULGE as it accommodated Harry’s size. If she was back in control…
“I think I know what the problem is,” Harry said grimly.
Zatanna’s spirit spun toward him, doing her best to pretend she hadn’t just been squeezing her crotch to the thought of his manly body.
“What is it?” she asked.
“They caught me off guard,” he said. “By the time I realized what was happening, I had been forced out of my own head. Now, my mindset is too different. My body is feeling extreme pleasure, and my mental state is just too separated from that to reconnect with it.”
“But you have an idea of how to fix it, right?” Zatanna asked.
Harry hesitated. “How far are you willing to go?”
“Hey honey, watch this!” said Harry’s body, reaching down and squeezing Zatanna’s boobs. “Honk honk! Honk honk!”
“Oh, sweetie! You're SO goofy!”
Zatanna looked Harry’s spirit dead in the eyes.
“As far as we need to,” she said.
“Alright then,” Harry said. “I really hope this works.”
He grabbed Zatanna’s spirit at the crotch, exactly where her own hands had just been cupped.
Zatanna gasped, and before she knew it, the clothes on their spirit forms had disappeared. They were in the same state as their bodies, while those bodies mated frantically on the floor. They had gotten bored with making Zatanna contort just one leg, and had instead rolled her over on her back, pinning both her legs to the floor while Harry’s body lay on top, his ripped back flexing.
It was an even more arousing sight than what Zatanna had seen earlier, but now she wasn’t forced to hold back as she watched it. Harry’s spectral fingers slid inside of her. It didn’t feel like regular fingering, but it did feel good, and more importantly it alleviated the worst of the lust she was feeling.
Zatanna moaned slightly. Harry was dead silent, his face one of pure focus as he fingered Zatanna and waited.
“It’s not enough,” he said finally.
“You need to feel pleasure, right?” Zatanna gasped. “Liked he is?”
They both glanced at his body, which had begun belting out the words to Living on a Prayer as he plunged his dick Zatanna’s physical form.
“That’s right,” Harry said.
Zatanna pushed his wrist, pulling his fingers out of her.
“Stop focusing on my pleasure,” she said, spreading the lips of her translucent pussy, “and get over here and feel good, until we can get our bodies back.”
Harry’s eyes widened. It didn’t take him long to overcome his shock, though, and shove his spectral erection straight inside of her.
Zatanna’s eyes fluttered. The sensation was fascinating; not like regular sex, instead more like something was plunging into her very being. She supposed that was exactly what was happening. In any case, it felt far too good to complain about.
Their bodies had begun to make out. It was a messy and heated kiss, while the thrusts from Harry’s body slowed down and each became more deliberate, hinting that something was about to happen.
“Got it!” Harry cried suddenly.
Without any other warning, Zatanna felt like her soul had been caught by a vacuum. They were sucked down very quickly. Before she knew it, she was back in her body, feeling like a regular woman. AND she got her wish: she now knew exactly what it felt like to have all of Harry’s dick fit into her pussy.
They had arrived just in time for a climactic thrust, and Harry had rested back control of his body too late to stop what was in motion. He pounded down, into Zatanna’s vulnerable body, spewing a warm and inviting load throughout her insides.
Zatanna moaned, and this time it was 100% her wailing her pleasure.
If she strained her ears, she thought she could hear the spirits protesting, although it only sounded like faint whispers. Without anyone else for them to possess, it would be easy to exorcise the troublesome criminals. She and Harry just had other concerns at the moment.
When his orgasm flooded her, Zatanna had cum herself, squirting on the thick shape shoved inside of her. Both of them were catching their breath: in the physical sense from the sex, and in the mental sense because of the sudden turn this mission had taken.
“Erm, sorry,” Harry said lamely.
Zatanna was too shy to say it, but with his thick dick still stuffed inside of her, she could confidently say that he had NOTHING to apologize to her for. Not when she got to feel something like this.
But those words wouldn’t come out yet. Maybe later she’d find a way to articulate them. So instead, she just said, “Shall we clean up?”
She was realizing she might have to take her next vacation to London, to pay a visit for pleasure instead of work.
