The Sharp Edge of the Veil Ch. 01

"All right. I'll find out about this chick and her missing mom. I'll check in with you in a day or three. Drop me off at Nova. I'm going shopping."

"You mean you're going to go into dressing rooms and look at half naked girls again," I said raising an eyebrow.

"Hey! No perv shaming please, Mr. I-mind-control-female-cops-to-suck-my-dick. If they don't notice me, no harm done. It's not like I am filming anyone or so. And If anyone notices me, I just tell them I'm a ghost. You would be surprised how many women wants to get down and dirty with a ghost. If you don't count the ones that run away screaming. I guess I have Patrick Swayze to thank for that. God rest his soul."

"It's Master I-mind-control-female-cops-to-suck-my-dick. I didn't study under an insane Bavarian thaumaturge for two decades to be called Mr."

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I turned up to the mansion driveway about half past nine in the evening. I had a few hours to spend before my landlady got up and things would get ... busy.

The mansion lies behind the cover of trees. You can't see anything of the old house from any of the closest roads. Not until you pass the big iron gate and drive up past the labyrinth of an old garden that lies between the gate and the house. The house itself is an 18th century marvel of red brick and copper roofs. All the tiny towers any wizard could ask for and a dungeon bigger than a small country. In short, it is the perfect place for a wizard of my irreparable reputation.

My landlady is a very nice woman in her early 300's who goes by the name Christina af Truls. She lets me stay in her house for the very small price of her having her way with me whenever she feels like it. Which is most nights between midnight and two in the morning. After that we sleep like the dead. Or at least I do. What the dead countess does with her time after she's left me, I have no idea. But she must spend a lot of time cleaning since the house is always spick and span when I wake up in the morning no matter how much of a mess I make the night before. We have had some serious talks about her not cleaning in my laboratory though, after a few mishaps.

Most people can only see ghosts at certain times of day. Or night, rather, and then only when their emotions are in tune with a ghost itself. And it takes its toll on the ghost to show itself to humans. A wizard, however. A wizard can look beyond the veil of reality when he or she wishes to.

I parked the car in the garage and got the band a couple of rabbits to dine on, throwing in an extra one to Siri. She gobbled it down in a single go the white furry legs disappearing into her tiny mouth. Then she burped loudly and vanished into a corner of the garage.

You should always be very careful about magicians who deal in a lot of white rabbits. It's a sure sign of daemon summoning. There's absolutely no need to keep fluffy white rabbits as a grown man unless you plan for someone to eat them. And you would be surprised if I told you how many stage magicians are actually daemonologists in disguise. And never, ever volunteer for one of their tricks. Just saying.

I spent the next few hours in the lab setting things up for the essence extraction and I completely forgot the time. There was a light knock on the door and as I turned towards the doorway Christina stood there. She was wearing one of her see through negligées. This one was red and accentuated her large breast in a very satisfying manner. She truly is a knock-out. And thankfully her husband buried her alive so there are no apparent wounds on her, as is the problem with so many ghosts.

"I've been waiting in the bedroom for over ten minutes now," she said in her archaic accent.

"I am truly sorry, milady," I said putting my things in order on the desk to be able to continue tomorrow. "I was completely engrossed in my work."

"That's quite all right. Just come along to the bedroom presently."

She turned around and showed a completely naked backside. I hurried after her. It was time to pay the rent.

"Has your day been good so far?" Christina asked as she slowly rode me.

I nodded up at her and caressed her breasts. She truly had a wonderful rack and I had not had to change a bit about it. I was not certain what kind of powers she had to shape her ... shape. But whatever it was. It was great. She had long dark hair that ran in rivers down over her shoulders and her eyes were smoldering embers locked on mine.

"It was a bit ... strange," I said hesitantly while I lightly pinched her nipples.

She always liked that, and this was no exception. She bit her lip and rode me harder.

"Do you wish to fill my quim or one of my other orifices?"

I smiled up at her. Normally she just rode me until I pumped her pussy full of cum, but sometimes. Like now. She allowed me to use her mouth or her ass. Those were the best times.

"May I fill your rear up tonight, milady?"

The ghost smiled down at me.

"You always choose that option if I give it to you, do you not?"

I shrugged. She was right. I did. Her ghostly ass is very nice and tight, and I love cumming inside it.

"Do you wish me to lay on my back, sire?"

I nodded. We swapped positions and she lay down on her back and pulled her legs up. One of the big advantages of having anal sex with a ghost is that there is no need for lube. And no dirt. So, I put my glans against her brown rose and pushed inside. She gasped and her back arched. I put my fingers on her clit and rubbed it hard as I started assfucking her. Not a minute passed by before she arched her back further.

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed as her being was being ransacked by her orgasm.

I followed close behind and pumped my cum deep into her ass.

Having a nymphomaniac ghost for a landlady is a strange yet satisfying arrangement.

She still refuses to tell me in which wall her husband buried her alive as freeing her from her earthly prison would also free her spirit from this world. And she most enjoys being the lady of a haunted old mansion. Especially since I moved in.