Good God How It Hurts to get Kicked in the Nuts
A few days passed. I spent most of my time in the laboratory trying to extract the essence of Luna's missing mother from the lock of hair I had been given.
It was going slowly. For some reason, the lock of hair refused to yield its essence to me. There was more here than met my wizard's eye, that much was very clear. I didn't want to go back to the office until I was done. I cast a spell to change the message on the door to the office so my clients wouldn't think I had just forgot about them. Which had happened, more than once.
Out on Important Magical Mission, the sign now read. All appointments will be rescheduled to a later date.
It was at times like these that I wished that I had a secretary. But the last ones I had summoned had behaved so badly towards the clients that I had lost more business than I had gained. I did at one point consider hiring a mortal secretary, but I'm not really apt on the human resource side of things. Especially as I am of the firm standpoint that secretaries shall be female and too much mind control makes a woman soft.
It was on the fifth day of my research that I heard the outer door open. I froze. No one ever came to visit. Not in the daytime. I put my things in order and locked the laboratory behind me as I headed out into the lobby.
The lobby of the old mansion is a very fine place where paintings of seventeen generations of Af Truls hang on the walls lit by intricate lighting. A large split stair goes up to the second floor and it was from this vantage point that I saw the new arrival. And what I saw made me stop in my tracks.
Inside the open door stood a woman that looked strikingly like the ghost of the woman I had lain with last night. And then night before. And the night before. But outside was sunlight. The light cast a long shadow of the woman onto the velvet clad staircase. I took my pocket watch out. Ten past one. In the afternoon I supposed, and the sun was still high in the sky. Christine had never manifested earlier than sundown as long as I had known her and it was very, very uncommon for ghosts to manifest while the sun was still up.
The woman looked up at me. I slowly walked down the stairs towards her, watching her intently as I went. I opened my wizard's eye and looked behind the veil. She was mortal, that much was certain. Not a ghost. Mortal.
"Who are you?" the woman asked.
Her tone was as cold as her eyes. That at least was a difference from the Lady Christina. I composed myself and bowed slightly.
"Jakob Jeshuia Hieronymus Alexandrite Hermeticus Schwartsmüller Gyllenborst, wizard extraordinaire, at your service, milady."
The woman stared at me.
"So. You're the squatter."
I was taken aback by the disdain in her words and put my hand over my heart.
"I am no such thing. And who are you, if I may inquire?"
"The rightful owner of this house."
I looked at the woman and then up at the painting of the Lady Christina. The resemblance was striking.
"You look just like ..."
"Like what?"
I scrambled for words. Then I pointed up at the old painting of the Lady Christina behind her on the wall.
"Like her."
The woman turned around and looked up at the painting. She studied it for a long moment before turning back to me.
"I do, don't I?"
"May I know your name, milady," I said trying to steer the conversation in a different direction from the one she had intended.
"I am Sophia af Truls. This is my house. You're a squatter. You should leave. Immediately. Before I call the police."
"Now wait a minute."
Sophia raised her hand and even though I was pretty sure she hadn't cast a mute spell, I went quiet.
"Get. The fuck. Out."
I threw my hands in the air. I was going to have a hard time arguing that a centuries dead woman was my landlady and had promised me to live in the house as long as I wanted as long as she was allowed to ride my cock whenever she felt like it.
I looked at Sophia. She kept glaring at me with those blue eyes. I wove a mind control spell and settled it over her mind.
"On your knees and suck my dick."
The kick came swift enough that I didn't even have time to formulate a simple shielding spell.
"Aaaggaaahhh," I wheezed as I slid onto the surprisingly cold stone floor.
I had never studied the floor tiles in such detail as I did then. The stones were rough but had been worn soft by a thousand feet walking across it. They were dark, almost black. A clear sign that my brain was doing all it could to shift my thoughts away from the pain.
I do remember some more yelling and another kick or three. In the end I managed to drag myself out to the Mustang and drive off. I drove folded over into Eslöv where I got some ice packs and a few beers. After downing one of the beers I focused my mind and settled on my course of action. I could still barely breathe, and my mind was reeling. Why hadn't the spell worked on Sophia? I had done it right, hadn't I? My nuts were hurting like they had been split in two. A sudden shiver of fear ran through me. What if my nuts had actually split in two?
I needed some serious power for a healing spell. There was only one place to go where I could find that much anger, fear, and misery in the middle of the day.
*
I stepped in through the door of the student loan office a few minutes past two in the afternoon. Or stepped in was the wrong word. I crawled in and drew more than a few suspicious glances as I pulled myself up into one of the armchairs. The room was packed this early in the semester. I saw more than one person crying and the oppressed air suited my needs perfectly. I closed my eyes and drew in from the emotions in the near vicinity, mainly the anger. That works well for healing spells. A few minutes later I was charged up and started mumbling the words of the spell, not caring how it looked. A few seconds later the power of the spell coursed through my body and for the first time in hours I could draw a proper breath.
"That's more like it!" I said opening my eyes wide.
A roomful of eyes stared at me. I looked back at one in particular, a tiny blonde thing with glasses.
"Just got my loan granted in full. Money's already in the bank."
Everyone nodded and got back to worrying about their own problems. I felt with my hand on my balls. They didn't hurt anymore. I looked at the girl with the glasses. She looked back. I just had to make sure. I walked over to her, weaving my mind control spell as I went, and squatted next to her where she sat.
"What's your name?"
"Sara," she said shyly.
"And how old are you Sara?"
"Nineteen."
Perfect. I'm an asshole, not a criminal. I settled the spell on her mind and looked extra closely for that slight dilation of her pupils. Yes. I leaned in and whispered into her ear.
"Why don't you join me in the restroom and give me a blowjob."
I looked at her as the words settled into her muddled mind. Then she smiled and nodded. I felt a wave of relief. For a while there I thought that I had lost my powers. But that wasn't the case. The young college girl followed me into the restroom and soon she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. She was a pretty little thing that looked up at me adoringly through her glasses as she blew me. I looked in the mirror. I looked like I always do, pretty darn good.
I haven't always had the fortune to look as I do now, but the very first thing every wizard that learns how to modify his body does is to make it look good. So had I. There are of course exceptions, but they only do it to make a statement. I have rugged good looks and a hairline any forty-five-year-old would die for. I have settled my age at around the mid-forties as that is where I think that men, at least the good-looking ones, look most powerful. I have a slight touch of grey at my temples in my otherwise dark hair. A chin you can break rocks on, and steely grey eyes.
