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Cursed

Part 1

Susan was sitting at the kitchen table nervously tapping her fingernails against the wooden surface. They were cutting it very close. A little too close if she was being honest. The reason for her nervousness was simple. At the stroke of midnight, Lenobia's Curse would take effect.

Lenobia's Day, as they called it in the magical world, occurred once every three years. Hundreds of years ago, some witch named Lenobia was cast out of her community for being "a little loose" as her Aunty Amelia might say. Unfortunately for her community … and the magical world as a whole, Lenobia just happened to be a very powerful and intelligent witch … especially when it came to curses. Before being exiled, she placed a powerful curse upon her community somewhere in Southern France. If that had been the end of the story, it wouldn't have been such a big deal. Sadly, Lenobia was a little too powerful for her own good. Her curse not only spread throughout France, but it crept all the way through England as well. Year after year, the curse spread throughout the magical world. In the current day, there were only a few places left on the opposite side of the Earth that didn't yet suffer from the curse. Experts say that it won't be for long though. Within the next fifty years, the curse will have completely overtaken the entire magical world.

Thankfully, the curse only lasted for twenty-four hours before going dormant. Over the next three years, the curse would feed on the world's ambient magic until it was ready to strike again. During those twenty-four hours though, every female would be affected.

As a parting gift, Lenobia cursed her community so that every female affected would be insanely horny. It wasn't a problem for married couples or those who were dating. They just had to lock themselves away for a day before everything went back to normal. The real problem was for those females who were single. If they didn't find a partner, their magic would be negatively affected until the curse came around again. While it wasn't life-threatening, it would be a major hassle. In fact, Susan knew a woman that purposely avoided getting a partner, thinking that the consequences wouldn't be that bad. She had told Susan that she could barely cast even the most simple spells. Many of them backfired on her, and some were outright dangerous. Apparating was absolutely out of the question. Even her racing broom would attempt to buck her off mid-flight on occasion. Needless to say, she always found a partner from that day on.

The only thing they could be grateful for was that Lenobia was merciful enough to make sure that only witches who had gone through their final maturity would suffer through the curse. Since girls usually went through their final maturity anywhere from seventeen to nineteen, Susan had never been through one of the cursed days. The last one had been three years back when she was sixteen. The following year, she went through her maturity. Now at nineteen, she would be experiencing it for the first time. She was obviously nervous. She suddenly heard the fire roar to life in the next room. She was out of her chair in the blink of an eye and watched as her aunt stepped out of the green flames. Susan walked up to her as she waved her wand to clean herself of the ash.

"Did you find someone?" she asked quickly. Amelia raised an eyebrow.

"Nice to see you as well, Susan," she replied drolly. Susan blushed red in embarrassment.

"Sorry, Auntie," she apologized and took Amelia's robe.

"And to answer your question … Yes, I found someone."

Susan sighed with relief. One would think that it would be easy to find a male willing to have lots of sex with no questions asked. Unfortunately, females outnumbered their male counterparts in the magical world. The magical community was made up of around fifty-five percent females and only forty-five percent males. When every woman needed a partner, there would inevitably be a shortage of males. The last women to get a partner would usually have to share an unworthy man, and if the male wasn't able to properly do his duty, then the curse would likely still take hold. Her Aunt Amelia had already lined up a man that she was familiar with and had used in the past. Susan had lined up a nice boy her age that she worked with. What neither of them was counting on was the sudden epidemic of Black Cat Flu that had spread throughout England. Both of their partners were laid up in bed and could barely do more than groan and complain. The Black Cat Flu, while being no more deadly than the normal flu, was highly contagious, and as such, both were immediately quarantined. Even if they weren't quarantined, they wouldn't have the stamina needed to take care of them. This was a tragedy for the magical community in Britain. The women affected had to suddenly scramble to find any willing male that they could. It was already being predicted that a record number of women's magic would suffer from the curse this go round. Susan had no idea how her aunt had found one, though she shuddered to think about the quality of man that was left over. However, anything was better than nothing.

"Well? Don't leave me hanging! Who did you f…" Susan was cut off by the fireplace bursting into green flames once again. She squealed when Harry Potter stepped out of the flames. "HARRY!" she cried out happily and hugged him tightly, not caring that he was covered in ashes.

"Hey, Susan," she heard him say. While she had never been very close to Harry, they were friendly enough whenever they interacted. She suddenly wondered why in the hell would a man like Harry Potter, the Chosen One and conqueror of Voldemort, would be available. Hell, Susan would have guessed that he would be the first man chosen!

"It seems that Harry here was on vacation and Floo'ed in just as I was walking through the Ministry's Atrium," Amelia smiled as she explained.

"The International Floo Network sucks," Harry complained. "Though it's still better than an International Portkey." He felt Susan nod against his chest. Amelia rolled her eyes and pulled Susan off of him. Susan blushed again. She couldn't help it. She was just so happy that she had a partner that she could trust. The fact that he was dreamy didn't hurt either.

"How is it that you didn't have a partner?" Susan asked him. Surely someone would have made sure to keep him close by. Harry shrugged.

I don't have very many female friends. Hermione is with Ron, Ginny has a boyfriend, and Fleur is married. Those are really the only girls that I talk to regularly. I talk to Luna as much as possible, but she's off on one of her adventures. No other girl asked me," he told her.

"They likely thought that you would have a partner," Amelia reasoned, checking the time. They still had around four hours until midnight. "While the curse usually strikes at midnight, it has been known to start a few hours early. It's better to be in place and ready … So shall we?" Harry nodded, and Susan captured his arm and directed him to the room. Each woman had their own room set up, but they would be using Amelia's since their original plans had been dashed earlier that day. Amelia opened the door and let him in. "You can change into that robe," she said, pointing it out. "Susan and I will change into ours and be in momentarily." Harry nodded as they left the room.

Cursed

Harry was resting on the bed with only his robe on when the door opened around ten minutes later. Both women walked in wearing their own silk robes that were tied shut with a thin, silk belt at the waist. Harry really didn't care about participating in the whole curse thing. He had no problem finding willing partners any day of the week. He was happy to help Susan out though and having Amelia owe him one was definitely a bonus. As the door shut behind them, they got onto the bed and crawled into place. Each one took a side and scooted in close to him. He could smell their perfumed bodies as they pressed in. Harry lifted up his arms and let them slide under. It wasn't long before Susan's hands began to wander.

"Would you mind if we looked?" the busty redhead asked as she toyed with the flap of his bathrobe. It was clear what she was asking.

"Go ahead," he told her. With slightly shaky hands, she reached for his robe belt and untied it. Then, she opened it up.

Susan's breath hitched at the sight of his half-erect cock. She couldn't stop herself from taking it in her hand. Her body jerked slightly when she felt a pleasant stirring between her legs. Rubbing her thick thighs together, she held back a moan from the naughty sensation. Using her thumb, she rubbed his cock and kept her eyes on it as it inflated a little bit more.

"You are quite blessed, Mr. Potter," Amelia said with a hint of excitement. Her hand joined in and cupped his bloated sack. She started fondling it as Harry slipped his hand through the opening in her robe. Amelia's body was trembling as his fingertips slid over the soft skin of her breast and touched her hard, crinkled nipple.

"So are you, Madam Bones," he teased her. Giving her hard nipple a pinch and pull, Amelia shuddered and used her other hand to caress his leg while she too rubbed her thighs together. Susan, it seemed, didn't want to be left out. She sat up and straddled his thigh. Harry could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. She pressed down on him and gently began to rock her wide hips back and forth while her hand started to move up and down. The sexiness of the situation had his cock go fully hard in record time. Susan gasped and moaned at the sight of it. As it inflated, her fingertips were pushed apart until she could no longer wrap her entire hand around it. Not only that, but her lone hand wasn't nearly big enough to cover the entire length of his shaft. Using her other hand, she was able to cover most of his cock before starting to work on him. Harry loved the way her arms forced her big tits together. Unfortunately, he could only see her cleavage, but at least he could feel her wetness as she ground herself on his leg. He was about to tell her to lose the robe when Amelia suddenly caught his lips in a kiss.

The MILF didn't start out slow and soft as he expected she would. Instead, her tongue was shoved into his mouth as she quickly shucked off her robe. She only broke the kiss to hold her big tit up and rub her hard nipple against his lips. "Suck it … Please!" she groaned in need. It had been a while for Amelia. Too long in her opinion. In fact, it had been nearly as long as the last cursed day since she had any decent action. She was just too wrapped up in her job to care about her body's needs. Now she was paying the price. Her actions were showing that she wasn't the even-keeled Administrator that helped run the government. As far as Harry now knew, she was a desperate slut begging for any kind of pleasure. Still … Harry didn't seem to mind in the least as he kissed all around her areola, causing her pussy to tighten and her skin to tingle. Her nipples were beginning to throb. She had never felt that she NEEDED them to be sucked on before. Now, however, she stuffed it into his mouth and pulled his face into her bosom. Her eyes fluttered as his soft, warm tongue lapped at it and massaged it. When he moaned from Susan's loving ministrations, the vibrations made it even more pleasurable. Her hand slowly moved down between her legs. Opening them slightly, she used her fingers to stroke the tender flesh between her puffy lips. As her eyes opened, she saw her niece opening her own robe and flinging it off of her body.

Susan proudly arched her back as her clit was being stimulated against his muscular thigh. She, of course, knew that she had a fantastic set of tits. Any time that she met a man, his eyes would inevitably drift downward to take a peek at her chest. Her past lovers always zeroed in on them as well. She wanted Harry to look at them and touch them. Unfortunately, he was distracted by her aunt's big, bouncing tits.

Amelia followed Susan's strategy and mounted his other leg. As she pressed her pussy against it, she thrust her hips forward and smeared her leaking juices all over his thigh. She smirked as Harry watched them both dry hump his legs while arching their backs to show off their lovely breasts. She wasn't surprised when he reached out with both hands and began fondling their tits. Amelia threw her head back and moaned as she pleasured herself against his skin.

Harry's eyes drifted downward and saw that both women had indeed prepared for that night. Their mounds were completely smooth, without a bit of stubble to be seen. In fact, every inch of their bodies was silky smooth. Maybe he had it wrong with this whole curse thing, he thought to himself. Perhaps next time he would take advantage and offer his services to a Veela colony or something. In the meantime, having a pair of big-breasted redheads was more than good enough. He wasn't expecting them both to suddenly freeze. He watched amazed as their pupils dilated, and their bodies quivered before they shuddered deeply and closed their eyes. Both nearly collapsed forward, but Harry quickly sat up and caught them. When they opened their eyes, he actually gulped as they looked at him like a fresh piece of meat. It seemed that the curse had struck early that year.