The Sharp Edge of the Veil – Chapter 5 [MF][Urban Fantasy]

This is not a stand-alone story. Please read previous chapters first. Links in comments

———————————————-

**Five – No One Really Likes** ***Ghost*** **Anyway**

I tried to shake the feeling of unease as I drove homewards again. It wasn’t my first post potion blackout, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Still. It wasn’t good.

I ate some Thai food at the food truck halfway home and since the daughter was working the truck, I had her blow me after I was finished. I’ve enchanted her so many times now I barely have to do it anymore. I’ve essentially Pavloved her into sucking my dick after she has served me. She just gets down on her knees behind the truck and bobs her pretty little head back and forth until I’m done. Usually I fuck her as well, but today I was just too preoccupied, so I just came in her mouth and left. The food did me great though, and as I got home, I was ready to get to work.

I spent the whole evening and all night in the lab trying to get the thing to work without the Judiciaries of the Ordo finding out what I was up to. As I said, I would be in some soul-scorching trouble if it somehow got out that I had used a tracer. A tracer, you see, is like a homing device on a magic user. Put something with the mark of the mage in there and voila you got yourself an X on a map. Quite literally in my case, since I had to use an old-school paper map and not the fancy digital maps that I knew the Ordo Hermeticus’ Judiciaries used. They are allowed to use tracers of course. To locate mages that have stepped out of line. Like me. Fucking hell, I hate authorities, their rules and their privileges.

Rule number one about using tracers, or any other illegal magical device: Do it in your own laboratory. And make damn sure your wards are tighter than a nun’s asshole. If you got your wards right, the risk of being detected is minimal, unless there is a Judiciary standing right outside. Which I checked beforehand there wasn’t.

After a full night of trying to make the tracer work properly, with a short break to appease my landlady, I sat bleary eyed at the breakfast table when Sophia sauntered in.

“Good morning!” she said far too cheerily.

I glared at her. Her hair was a mess and there were a number of hickies on her neck. She was wearing a very loose robe and as far as I could see, nothing underneath. She was very far removed from the strict woman that I had seen just a few days before.

“What happened to you? Or should I ask, who happened to you?”

She sat down opposite me and grabbed some bread and cheese.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said, filling her mouth. “God, I’m hungry!”

“You shouldn’t speak with food in your mouth.”

She grimaced and stuffed her mouth full again. I caught a glimpse of a perky breast before she realized I was looking, and she drew her robe tight.

“No peeking,” she said waving a finger.

“I can’t help it if you’re walking around half-naked.”

She didn’t answer that, just stuffed her mouth full again. We ate in silence for a while until she had stilled the worst of her hunger. Then she put her elbows on the table, once again giving me a nice view of her tits. They weren’t bad, I had to admit, and this time she didn’t cover up.

“You’re not the only one who has a little bit of a supernatural tryst,” she said looking very smug.

I blinked. Then the gears slid into place and I guffawed. Sophia sat up straight and looked just the right amount of uncomfortable.

“Why are you laughing?”

Right at that moment a piece of sausage tried to find its way down into my lungs and my laughing turned to coughing and choking. Sophia looked right at me for a moment. I clawed at my throat as the air in my lungs ran out. At this point I was most likely turning purple. I tried some magic but to no avail. I clawed some more at my throat and thought how utterly embarrassing it would be that the great mage Gyllenborst would finally be defeated by a sausage and not some mind-wrenching demon. Sophia finally sighed, got up and after some banging on my back and a little bit of Heimlich, she got the culprit out.

“Thank you,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

She mumbled something and sat down opposite me again.

“What?” I gasped.

“I said. I saved your life just now, so it would be nice if you would be a bit nicer.”

I blinked. She was right. She had very likely saved my life. Then I felt it. The link settling into place between us.

Damnit. Now I owe her.

She just sat there watching me as I regained some sort of composure.

“Why did you laugh?”

I held up a finger and breathed slowly for a minute more before speaking.

“Unless you had sex with your great-great-I-don’t-know-how-many-times-grandmother,” I said in a hoarse voice and had to catch my breath before continuing, “then you did not have sex with a ghost. You had sex with Andy. Andy is a bastard. Who also happens to be my friend.”

Actually, the Venn diagram of my friends and certified bastards is a perfect circle, but I didn’t have to tell Sophia that.

Sophia stared at me. I shrugged.

“Let me guess,” I started, then my voice gave out again and I had to take a sip of water to continue. “You woke up in the middle of the night and a window was open. As you got up you felt a presence and then there was a voice whispering to you.”

The blood drained out of Sophia’s features.

“How did you know …” she began but then trailed off.

“It’s not the first time he’s done it. Andy! I know you’re here. Come out!”

Silence. Sophia stared at me like she had just forgotten I was a wizard.

“Andy! I know you’re here somewhere. Don’t make me find you!”

Still nothing. Now a frown had appeared on Sophia’s face.

“Andy! You’re making me look bad. I’ll cut you off, and you know you don’t want that.”

“All right,” came Andy’s annoyed voice just beside us and a piece of bacon was lifted off the tray and disappeared.

Sophia didn’t shriek like she should have. Instead, she followed the next piece of meat with her eyes as it too was lifted up and disappeared. I should probably had warned him but at this point I was equally annoyed with him as Sophia was.

I thought I heard bones cracking as Sophia’s open hand smacked against Andy’s invisible face. Then there was a crash and a thud as the chair Andy was sitting in fell over and he hit the floor. Sophia and I both looked down at the floor. Andy’s invisibility is very powerful. I’ve tried dispelling it multiple times but haven’t even been able to disrupt it, even for seconds. The only thing that works are potions that are ingested. And then only for hours instead of days as they should have. Normally you could throw sand or flour or something similar on an invisible person to make them visible, but not Andy. No. Anything in close proximity to him became as invisible as him. I hadn’t been able to figure out if it was an enchantment or a curse. Curses are typically more potent, but the circumstances of his condition didn’t point towards a curse.

“Did I kill him?” Sophia said, bringing me out of my reverie.

I looked down at the floor.

“Probably not.”

“Probably not?” Sophia exclaimed and got down on her knees feeling around after Andy’s body.

She found it and leaned down with her ear against the floor.

“I think he’s breathing.”

“Good. But if it’s anyone you should kill it’s a guy with an invisible body.”

Sophia glared up at me. There was some groaning.

“Oh. Andrew. I’m so sorry.”

Andrew? Well, I guess that technically was his name though I couldn’t remember ever calling him that. I left the two star-crossed lovers on the floor and headed back to the lab.

*

It took me two days and two nights to realize that the sample that I had from Luna wasn’t enough to get the tracer working, I needed more of the same. It appeared that Sophia and Andy had made up and it also meant that Christina was feistier than usual. After another night of her exceptional libido, I needed a break as well as some more material from Luna’s fake mom.

I considered going to Malmö again but on second thought I realized that it wouldn’t be good to show up unannounced at the mob headquarters again. After a few minutes of convincing myself that going up to Sophia’s room wasn’t a horrible idea I did just that. It was barely past nine in the morning but there still came definite sounds of lovemaking from the other side of the door.

“Andy?” I said, banging on the door. “Do you have Luna’s number?”

The noises from the other side subsided and a moment later the door opened. I saw Sophia on the bed with the covers pulled up over her chest.

“Yeah. I’ve got it,” came Andy’s voice from two feet away.

I recoiled just a little as I subconsciously knew exactly how clothed Andy was. Looking back at Sophia, I reminded myself to ask her how long it took for Andy’s jizz to turn visible. My bet was on less than five minutes.

“Can I have it?”

Silence. I waited, looking back at Sophia who glared at me.

“For one more potion you can have it. Sophia wants me to take her out on a date.”

“A date?” I blurted. “Don’t tell me that you have gone and gone monogamous. What about that women’s soccer team that you were banging your way through?”

“Ssschhh,” Andy hissed. “I really like her.”

I looked at Sophia again. It didn’t seem like she had heard me. Good thing for Andy her bedroom was huge.

“Alright,” I sighed. “One potion.”

I jotted down the number that Andy gave me and went down to the living room to battle my old nemesis. The landline. Old school phones have been around for magic to adapt to them. Or at least it used to. Lately with all the computers running the networks things have become a bit glitchy. It’s not like things blow up around near me as I walk past. It’s only when I actually try to use technology that it gets messed up, like using a phone, or riding in a car, that it breaks down. It’s like the spirits know my intentions, and maybe they do. I dialed the number on the old rotator phone and after a few signals I heard a familiar voice.

“Luna.”

“Hi Luna. This is Jakob Gyllenborst.”

There came a crackling sound and then I heard the end of a word. I knew from experience that most of the time the person on the other side could hear me.

“I need some more information from you. Can I come see you?”

The line sparkled and crackled some more. Then came something fairly coherent.

“You krsccshhhh−ome ssccchhh. I’ll krrschhsss−ou at you−ssccchhhh in three sscccchhh.”

“What was that?”

“Do−krsccshhhh−ome ssccchhh. We ca−krrschhsss at you−ssccchhhh.”

I hit the phone handle against the door frame a few times. It didn’t help. This was going nowhere. Goddamnit. Sometimes I really wish I were a Technomancer.

“I’ll call you in a few minutes,” I said, hanging up.

I went back up to Sophia’s bedroom and banged on the door. This time it was a furious Sophia that opened.

“Yes?” she hissed making the hair on the back of my neck stand up like morning wood.

“I … ahh. I mean … I need some help. From Andy.”

She sighed and swung the door open walking back to the bed. She was wearing a very translucent negligee and if it had been any other woman, I would have had her on her knees within a minute. But the memory from last time I had tried that still made my balls ache.

“Andrew went out. Don’t ask me where to.”

She went over to a wardrobe and thankfully pulled on a more opaque robe over the first one.

“What did you need help with,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I … eh … I need to make a phone call.”

She stared at me as if I was an imbecile. I quickly explained my dilemma with technology.

“Really? But your car works, right?”

“Only because it’s powered by Geoffrey.”

Sophia blinked.

“That’s what he calls himself. He’s a flame elemental. He of course has a name from the Nether but he’s not sharing that with anyone.”

I could see that I had lost her. She had gone over to the bedside table and put on her watch and rings.

“So, could you call her for me? Luna?”

“Sure,” she nodded.

“Thank you.”

We headed downstairs and after a fairly short phone call Sophia turned towards me.

“She’ll meet you at your office in three hours.”

“Ah. That’s what she meant.”

“Anything else?”

I shook my head. She nodded and headed upstairs.

“And if you ever interrupt me again while I’m having sex, I’ll kick your balls so hard you can spit them out,” she said without looking back.

“Right,” I said nodding.

*

I almost hit the black sedan with the tinted windows that was parked at the little pick-nick spot by the lake across from the entrance to the castle as I sped out. In hindsight I am just not that smart. I should have gone back and at least check who they were. What I did do was to put my sunglasses on and drove towards Lund at a neck-breaking speed.

My personal record from the castle to my office is eight minutes and thirty-five seconds. That’s not bad for a twenty-one-kilometer drive. Granted, it’s 90% freeway, but still. And I only get pulled over every once in a while, and I always take the opportunity to fuck the female police office when they do. They almost always have one male and one female officer in every patrol car. The drive for equality in the corps is something that I am a strong proponent for. Sometimes I let the male colleague join in. It’s always fun to look at their faces afterwards as the enchantment falters and they have to get into their patrol car together.

I said hello to Hashid as I got out of the car. He was standing by the side of the building with his brother, smoking.

“All good Jakob?”

“Very good. Very good,” I waved and went into the office.

To my surprise there was a blonde girl sitting in the visitor’s chair. She turned towards me. She looked strangely familiar.

“Can I help you?”

She stood up and nodded. Then I recognized her.

“Madelene?”

She nodded. The girl that Luna had interrupted in the middle of the session. Madelene looked part upset, part scared. Before she had the time to say something, I went up to her and put my hands on her shoulders.

“I’m so sorry about last time. That girl … well let’s just say that she has problems. Let me make it up to you.”

Madelene nodded and sat down again.

“How big did you want them?”

“D-cups,” she whispered.

“Right.”

I went up to the reagent cabinet and brought out a vial of mandrake oil. It was expensive stuff, but it would get it done in a few minutes. I had a good thing going with the breast enhancement gig and I didn’t want a bad review. That’s the gig economy for you. A bad review can ruin the best wizard.

“Take your shirt and bra off,” I said, rubbing the mandrake oil into my palms.

Madelene froze for a moment but then complied.

“You have very nice breasts. But I’ll make them nicer,” I said with a smile as I kneeled before her. “Close your eyes and promise you keep them shut all through the procedure.”

She nodded. I started humming the chant. It’s mostly for show, but it does amplify the magic slightly and helps with channeling. Just like opera singers. They can enchant an entire theatre with their voice.

Body modification is mostly taxing for the person undergoing the modification. For the transmuter it’s mostly about convincing the body in question to do the job. For a young woman like Madelene this would barely make her out of breath and the whole procedure took less than ten minutes. I told you. Five thousand for a ten-minute job. It’s a sweet gig.

“There,” I said, rubbing the last of the oil into Madelene’s new tits.

She still sat with her eyes shut tight.

“You can open your eyes now?”

She did so. Slowly. Then she looked down at her modified mammaries. Her jaw fell. She stumbled to her feet and went to stand in front of the mirror. I went to clean the mandrake oil of my hands. That stuff stinks if you leave it on. When I came back the blonde was bouncing up and down, so were her breasts.

“They’re awesome!” Madelene said, caressing her new boobs.

I stood there watching her for a moment. Doing a good job is its own reward.

“Do you do anal bleaching as well?” she said looking at me.

“Yes I do,” I nodded. ”But my method is quite unusual.”

*

And that’s how Luna found me. With my dick up Madelene’s ass.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the blonde bimbo slut,” Luna said as she walked towards us.

I could feel Madelene’s butthole clench around my dick as the purple-haired girl came closer.

“Please don’t hit me,” begged the blonde with my dick up her ass.

I couldn’t see the look on Madelene’s face, but I could see the one on Luna’s. She was enjoying this.

“Oh. I’m not going to hit you,” she said, walking up to stand behind me. “Don’t stop on my account,” she said, smacking my ass, walking over to where the drink cabinet used to be. “Where’s the booze? Wasn’t there a cabinet right here?”

I did my best to keep my dick hard in Madelene’s butt as I turned back towards Luna.

“We had a falling out.”

Luna turned towards me with one eyebrow raised. Then she shook her head.

“Go on. Finish up,” she said, waving a hand and started to rummage around my desk.

That made me more nervous than anything else. I quickly cast the spell, making the dark skin around Madelene’s ass pale out to the same nuance as the rest of her milky skin.

“Well. There you go,” I said, pulling out of Madelene and pulling my pants up.

I pulled the blonde up and shoved her out of the front door, still partly unclothed.

“Next treatment is on me,” I said, smiling at her and then slamming the door in her face. “Please stop,” I said swiveling around towards Luna.

The crazy purple haired girl looked up from the disaster zone that was my desk. I winced as she picked up a ball of string that I had used in a revenge curse last year and that was still laying around gathering dust. Luna dropped it and walked up to me.

“Did the blonde bimbo’s ass feel nice around your dick?” she said, grabbing my crotch. “Be honest.”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“You really should be more assertive.”

I groaned as she squeezed my balls then breathed out a sigh of relief as she let go. She took a step backwards and crossed her arms.

“I thought you were more of a man than this,” she said, nodding at me.

I cleared my throat and did my best to ignore the lingering pain. She studied me for a while longer before speaking.

“Make me do something.”

Right. I could do that, I thought, nodding to myself, feeling slightly more empowered.

So I did.

*

“Did you bring the hair?”

Luna blew out smoke through her nose and nodded. We were laying in a heap of limbs on the soft carpet and I couldn’t help but run my hand over her perfectly smooth skin. The crazy mobster girl actually had the most perfectly smooth skin that I had encountered. I had considered asking her how old she was but, and my balls thanked me for this, I had managed to keep that one in.

She reached out for her purse and brought out a thick lock of greying hair.

“This enough?”

I nodded and reluctantly disentangled myself from her. This time I made sure to put on some gloves before taking the lock of hair from Luna. I didn’t want to risk any contamination. Luna placed herself in one of the plush chairs and watched me as I worked. I had to concentrate to not glance over at every other second. That girl really got under my skin.

I carefully opened the tracer up. It looked like an elongated cigar case. Pitch black with silver engravings. I was always amazed how fine dwarves’ craftmanship was considering their blunt fingers. I put the lock of hair in and gently closed the lid. Closing my eyes I drew a long breath and channeled energy into the device. Not much. Just the right amount.

“Bingo,” I said as I felt the tracer start working.

A lot of people mistake me for a walking penis. Which is only 95% true. The rest of me is all brains. And as the mead makers say. 5% ain’t bad. I rolled the map of Skåne out on the table. I could of course be wrong. The magician could be in a completely different country. But my bet was that whoever was behind this was fairly close. I placed one hand the tracer, closed my eyes and ran the other hand over my face, letting the focus words tumble from my lips. Opening my eyes I immediately saw the glowing red cross on the map. It was centered right over Lund. I scrabbled for the city map and rolled it out with one hand, the other still pressed hard onto the lid of the tracer. The glowing cross almost etched itself on my retinas. It was close. And I knew where.

“Really? You’ve gotta be kidding me. Damnit,” I sighed, shaking my head.

“What?”

I looked up seeing Luna standing next to me, looking down at the map. She couldn’t see the mark of course. To her it was just a plain map of central Lund. Then I felt it. I stared down at the map and saw the glowing mark starting to pulsate.

“Shit!” I shouted, tearing my hand off the tracer as if it was a venomous snake.

I realized my mistake.

“Crap. Crappety crap crap,” mumbled, trying to scrabble together the maps and stuffed them and the tracer into my bag. “We need to leave. Now,” I said, looking wide-eyed at Luna.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her after me towards the door.

“Shouldn’t we at least put some clothes on first?”

*

Two minutes later we were speeding out of Lund. One reason I have my office close to the highway is the ease of escape in situations like these. It happens. Don’t ask.

“Now can you tell me why we had to get away so quickly?” Luna said, grabbing the handle as I swerved past a slow moving vehicle.

“Later,” I said. “Need to get you to safety first.”

In the corner of my eye I saw her raising an eyebrow. Then she shook her head and leaned back against the seat. The pastoral landscape flew by outside of the windows. Luna once more raised her eyebrow when the band started playing I think we’re alone now as we passed Gårdstånga. Ten minutes later I skidded onto the gravel of the road up to the castle. Luna whistled as she got out of the car.

“This is where you live?”

“I … rent,” I said, avoiding her gaze.

I opened the door and was promptly met by a fist to the face.

————————-

This was the fifth chapter of The Sharp Edge of the Veil

You can find more of our stories in our profile.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/nn20xo/the_sharp_edge_of_the_veil_chapter_5_mfurban