"What do you mean I can't borrow it?" The growl breaks the silence. With deadly intent, a fist lands down on the bright surface of the mahogany counter like a bomb dropped on the battlefield. The angered person let loose a dangerous almost animalistic snarl. "I need it to do my assignment." The Woman leans forward and the librarian can see sin and damnation presented to her in the form of an impossibly large cleavage.
For the last fifteen minutes the barely clothed breasts have been brushing against Librarian's cheeks, hair, or her own much more modest hidden behind the thick sweater chest.
The Librarian strokes her elbow to try and reassure herself but with little success. She thought she's gotten used to the particular brand of people inhabiting Cantelot City, but from time to time a particularly impressive specimen shows up to test her resolve, like the current one. And she didn't mean the breasts the size of the small Moons even possessing their own gravity field. That's an everyday occurrence. So much that she can guess their cup size by a single look at this point.
No, The Librarian found the Girl different because she is built like an Amazon or Valkyrie of old tales. And she means it in a good way.
Standing a little less than two meters tall, she's a wall of meat with half of that in the form of musculature necessary to carry the second half that are her breasts. The explosion of one of the largest cleavages the Librarian has seen so far that was only contained by a fishnet leotard. Each tit is capped by a black, angrily engorged nipple the size of a child's thumb, and crowned with a silver piercing. The ample bustline wobbles and bounces on the midsection showing lean muscle and abs just beneath the skin. Below that, something that probably in a previous life was supposed to be booty shorts have been ripped in the middle making them crotchless. They grip her high on her rump, leaving what felt like miles of toned, strong legs exposed before they disappear into calf-high heel boots. Those were the only half-decent parts of her clothing. Each leg sports a leather garter, more for a fashion statement than functionality.
The tips of her spiky hair are painted red as if each one of them has been dipped in blood. Despite her obvious anger and displeasure, her steely face is beautiful. As if in an intense showdown scene her fierce hawk-like eyes are covered in a shadow, which hides the lovely red eyeshadow, like a barbarian or a huntress, and the smaller woman might have asked what brand she uses if her gaze wasn't harsher than the coldest winter months.
The Librarian is so far beyond intimidated that her neck is sinking into her shoulders. Busty bimbos from dirty magazines have become normal; Angry Amazon from Heroic Fantasy is something new, and while a treat to see she has little idea how to handle her.
The Curly-haired Librarian forces herself to suck in the air; her first breath in what felt like a long time. The dark-skinned Amazon is so close she can smell her sweat. It's only thanks to the same instinct that makes deers freeze in the face of a closing car that she doesn't back away.
She can't show a bit of weakness, she thinks. Her hands shake a bit as she reaches to put the cup with pens and pencils up after the girl's desk assault knocked it down. The Angry Girl keeps her eyes on the Librarian even as her digits brush against the rippling bicep. Her eyes move up and down the other girl's frame, taking in the details of her clothing she had not had an interest to absorb previously. She rarely pays any interest to flatties. She remains unimpressed. Small, flat, dressed conservatively - simply put a shy nerd. The Librarian fixes that thick, grandma-knitted sweater and adjusts a little metal tag that reads 'Bellflower Blurb' over where a boob should be.
Bellflower's lips twist into a plastic smile, making herself hard to read, even if her insides are twisting like a towel.
"Akhem. If you'll let me explain." She starts with a cotton tongue and takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself and her fluttering heart. "I cannot borrow you this book, because you're not a member of Cantelot Royal Library. Your card says you're from King Grover's Library which is not under the Cantelot's jurisdiction. Therefore I cannot let you borrow any of our books, Miss... Garnet.*" The Tiny Girl waves the plastic rectangle in front of the Griffonstone Gyaru. She seems to be taken aback by the information.
The Dark-skinned Exhibitionist works her jaw soundlessly. She wouldn't have even bothered going all the way to the City Center if she had a choice. All the volumes had already been taken from Griffonstone. Not that there were many. Her town's library is laughable at best, despite Miss Glenda's best efforts. Garnet chews the back of her cheek before speaking. "Ok, then make me a member."
"With pleasure!" Blurb blurts out. The Gyaru snickers at the word. "That will be 10 dollars."
"Ten?" Garnet shifts in place, looking noticeably embarrassed before finding a comfortable stance.
Bellflower nods and adjusts her glasses in a patient fashion, clearly more at ease, now that she had something to work with. She waits and watches with her brow cocked as the girl fumbles through her... well, no pockets in sight. A sheen of sweat lubricates her dark skin as her movements grow hectic. Desperately, the Gyaru dips her hand into the valley of her cleavage. Her sumptuous breasts bounce in the stringy hammock of the distressed net as she spread them shoulder-wide.
The Sweater Girl gulps audibly. With shaking fingers, she fixes her glasses again as her knees seem to quiver and her thighs squeeze together. A low heat poured off from her crotch in waves that left her feeling sweaty.
"Uhh..." The Gyaru groans. After a moment of the lewd display, she pulls out a lipstick tube, a phone, and some crumpled bills. "Will this be enough?"
Bellflower gives her a look begging her to be kidding. She would rather not touch the money. They look sticky. When it was obvious that the Gyaru won't do anything, Bellflower let out a sigh more silent than wind but heavier than some of the old tomes in the library and grabs a pen to straighten the paper bills.
"I need a wash after 'seeing' this." She thinks while her mind spins the images of dirty alleys. Two - nay! Three guys. Two standing at the sides of the kneeling Amazon, who's hard working her hands over their spit-coated dicks while simultineously licking off the thick pre from the tip, before they all churn out the thick load. Her dusky face, hair and chest is painted all white, while her throat swell under the choker as she tries to swallow her prize...
A jolt shakes the Imaginative woman. She shakes her head dispelling the fantasy, and tries to focus on something else. "Can you tell me why you're not using a wallet?" Her mouth works for her.
The Gyaru shrugs.
"How about a purse?"
"Purses are for stuck-ups and easy bottom bitches." Garnet's red glossed lips bark, while the leather dog collar** around her neck shifts.
"Right..." Bellflower swallows the lump in her throat, as she makes a work with the sticky papers. After a few moments of consideration, she hesitantly set her pen on top of a desk, then quickly looks at the girl. "This is not enough." She tries to sound professional, but her voice is quavering a bit.
Despite her anxiety, Bellflower can see Gyaru’s shoulders sag a little, and for a second she looked as feeble as her leotard's attempt to contain her chest.
"You sure?" She asks, sounding dejected. "I'm sure I had more than enough." Her eyes prob at the tiny Librarian, making her feel a growing discomfort at the overwhelming attention. If she was to describe her situation she would compare it to being tied up to a pole and while a fire slowly licks away her flesh. Her gaze is that intense. "It's only a few bucks. Just let it slide." She pleads in a demanding tone.
Tempting, so very tempting. Bellflower would rather agree, and have the Griffongirl off of her face. Every synapse in her brain, shouts at her to just drop it and give her what she needs. But she would brake the rules. The rules that promised to herself and Miss First Folio to uphold!
Besides... she loves seeing those tits quiver with anger, The Young Librarian thinks, taking a moment to slide her hand over her hot sex and rub it through the fabric of her pants. While the fear she is feeling is genuine it does something for her. Something lewd, deep inside her is enjoying itself.
Heavy seconds pass like hours, between them. The two World different girls locked in a starring match, one huge, erotic and predatory, a vein pulsing in the dark neck. One small, fluffy, and cute, fingers trembling over her box. The conclusion is as obvious as the strength gap between them. Yet neither yield.
Against all odds, Garnet is the first to look away. She glances away at the stained bills on the counter, the spiky hair ruffles up like an agitated hedgehog, making herself even bigger and angrier than she already was. Bellflower's like a swan - the body visible above the desk remains completely still while her nails vigorously bump and tease the place where her clitty should be.
Garnet's eyes narrow into slits, deadly and razor-sharp, planning something Bellflower dares not try to guess at, but then they melt away as her convictions fail to latch onto anything tangible nearby. Her anger begins to falter until it's as feeble as her net leotard’s attempts to contain her breasts.
"Look," the Gyaru says, hot stubbornness slips away, slowly replaced with a cold fear that made her insides twist into a knot. A glimmer of sweat appears in the depression of her collarbones. "I... I really need this book. I need to finish my assignment or..." Or Gilda Griffon will roast her ass over an open flame and serve it at the cafeteria.
While she's always been a bitch, she never cared much about anything or anyone. Yeah, she was scarry but usually kept to herself. Ever since her visit to the Loosers school, she has become a real stick in the cunt, even forcing others to do the bare minimum. She should tell to fuck off! Fuck, she'll do it! Eventually... For now, she'll just... wait for the occasion. She's not scared or anything but she's not stupid. It's all a strategy.
"You can just bring me the rest later today." Garnet drags her eyes back up to the pale librarian’s face and finds a much easier smile on her lips. She gazes past the red glasses inquisitively into Bellflower's eyes. "We won't close in a few hours. You can go home for the - hopefully cleaner - rest or just ask a friend." The Curly-haired woman explains, fingers on the display, typing down the numbers into her computer. She doesn’t sound angered or accusing, only calculating with a hint of compassion. She tries so very hard not to sound like she's condescending to the burlier woman. Not only because she could shred her with terrible ease. If she wants to pursue her studious endeavors, Bellflower is more than happy to help her. "I'll keep your Griffonstone Library Card and prepare everything in advance before you return. I'll even take the book you need off the shelf, so you can take it right away. Sounds good?" She finishes with a placatory smile.
The Library becomes unusually quiet, at least compared to what she'd gotten used to; it was only occasionally broken by pages shuffling or a cough.
Then a low rumble comes from her throat like a warning of a vicious predator, which causes the tiny woman to shrink back, even if her eyes never waver from the Amazons. That rumble however doesn't match the happy glint in the sky-blue eyes of the dark girl. Is that a purr?
Garnet's shoulders square and relax at the same time. Her face softens a bit, and her lips stretch into a weak, crooked, sort of smile, as she leans forward, resting her palms on the desk. She pushes herself up and swirls on her heel. Bellflower has only a second to dodge the pendulous boob.
The Gyaru leaves without a word; Confidence, and purpose in her steps as she heads to the entrance of the building. The Griffonstone student moves with speed and grace, seemingly impossible for some with her ballast. It's as if she's carried by wings. Bellflower's eyes have only a second to linger on the mosaic of muscles and shadows that is her chiseled back and well-muscled buttocks.
The tiny woman's breath stutters as she watches her disappear out of sight, the heavy double doors slam shut behind her. The leather chair crumples and creaks under her body as she settles down into it. Finally alone, Bellflower sags and rubs her eyes behind the frame of her glasses. A bit of condensed moisture slowly begins to obscure her vision.
That was something, she thinks. No one said being a librarian would be easy. Actually no, everyone she ever talked to has told her has easy she will have. Ohh, how would they change their minds? She has seen a lot of people. Some were nice and polite. Others were annoying and difficult. Some were a mixture of the two. But not once has someone tried to intimidate her or force her to comply.
And that was...
Absolutely exhilarating! She thrills inwardly, as her hand drifts up and underneath her pants to tug at the waistband of her panties.
It was like a game of cat and mouse. Or rather a wolf stalking an innocent sheep. Or fox trying to bite at rabbit's cute fluffy rump. She feels so alive! Every nerve is on edge, flaring with adrenalized energy. Heart throbs against her ribcage like a jackhammer.
Most elating of all she couldn't stop the uncontrolled excitement of rubbing away at her desperately wet pussy. So indecent. So obscene. So primal. If her boss saw her at the moment she put her in the same file as the rest of the free-ranged trollops. But she doesn't care, it feels too good. As her favorite adult author often says - Fear is one Hell of an aphrodisiac.
She forces herself to cease the immoral activity. She has a card to make and a book to find, but she promises herself to finish it off once she comes back home. Or in the backroom if she won't be able to hold back anymore.
Cantelot Royal Library. One of the oldest and most opulent buildings in the large City it takes its name from. Constructed with the noble purpose of providing knowledge about everything from advanced theoretical physics to cooking spices around the world to stories for all ages, it's a true well of enlightenment. The ground floor has such an enormous, round study area bisecting it and occupied by the dozens of long, white study tables that left perfectly comfortable walking room down the middle, or into the aisles.
Bookshelves even three times the height of a regular human stand row by row from the entrance to the back wall, with a second and a third store way, way up high, where there is even more bookshelves. Wall-to-wall, it was endless walls of wood, leather, and paper.
On her first ever visit Bellflower felt her head spinning as she looked up to the tall, arched ceilings. If she had died at the moment and gone to heaven she wouldn't even notice. She already reached her personal paradise.
The Librarian strolls through one of the aisles, a happy expression, as she runs her fingers along the spines of the books as she passes by. The Library could be mistaken for a labyrinth for first-time visitors and even a few veterans lost their way, but the Bespectacled woman had learned her way around it by heart.
The specific book she's looking for isn't that hard to locate but it requires a bit of a trip. She ascends the staircase as she gets deeper into the guts of the building. Underneath the third-floor balconies, at the far edge of the room, there is still plenty of space for readers to walk shoulder-to-shoulder between the aisles, though so far from the entrance, it's a rarity to meet anyone who is either lost or another member of the staff.
The Curly-haired woman finds her way through the aisles, reading the numbers on the spine, looking for a particular section, and then like a well-oiled stopping machine stops to browse the titles.
"Bingo!" She squeaks as she pulls the thick, heavy book out. She examines it thoughtfully, before tugging it off the shelf and putting it under her arm. "Maybe I will be able to get good out of this..." Her smile widens at the half-hearted schemes. She turns back to the main staircase, ready to climbs down to the first floor.
But before she can move, a sound from somewhere catches her attention. Here deep in between the selves, far away from the main hall Silence reigns supreme, putting on the spot even the tiniest peep. Only in places like this, one is aware of the deafening sounds of breathing or blood pumping in ears.
Rarely someone wanders this far into the building on their own but it happens. Usually they need help to get back. Part of her duties is to guide those lost people out. Bellflower's ears perks up searching for the source. Muffled groans come from the aisle adjacent to her own. It starts small, slowly increasing in intensity and what she can only describe as lewd. Her natural curiosity piques up. The mousy woman soundlessly creeps closer, and peeks in between gaps in the books.
Immediately, a rush of heat, colors Bellflower’s cheeks. She makes a small, squeaky sound as her thighs rub together and the girl resists touching herself.
The person on the other side is a hunk. No. Not a hunk. The Hunk! Muscular, broad-chested, burly-armed clean-cut, well-groomed. His features look regal but kind at the same time. Even from her position, Bellflower can judge that he towers over her by at least a few feet, making her look even more fragile than normally and it makes her pussy twitch with an angry need. He's bare-chested beneath, his dress shirt strained around his arms and open in the middle, showing a rack of lean, powerful abdominals and impossibly prominent serratus anterior muscles.
In short, the kind of guy she would imagine late in the night while stuffing herself with a large toy while muttering his name. The kind of guy a girl like her could only dream to look at her, she decides as her hand drifts down. Or just being just another collection of holes to wrap around his cock.
The Man of Her Dreams is smiling contently leaning against the books - which is a serious infraction - as an equally salivating girl is crouching down on her knees, lewdly putting her on display, for the perverted librarian to appreciate. How she didn't notice her before. Her ass is so wide it's impossible to not knock every shelf past her.
If her body wasn't obscene enough the girl's slowly and greedily sucking on the muscle between his legs. His dick is obscenely large. Probably longer and thicker than her arm but the Big-assed Girl is taking it with terrifying ease. From the tip to the base she slurps upon it with long, wet strokes; long strings of spit hang from her lips before falling down onto-
Breath catches in her throat. Bellflower's seen a plenty of tits in the past few months, but those? Those were the biggest, roundest pair of balloon cock-holders ever! The twin sets of fleshy globes look heavy, yet soft, scintillating under their layer of saliva, their bounty pouring into all sides between her and her lover.
It's only then that the Curly-haired woman becomes aware that her hand has slid between her thighs, digging into her own wet pleasure. Juices pour out of her trying to extinguish the fire insides her and - Oh, dear... Did she forget to wear underwear? Ohh, well, never mind that. She is still more decent than some of the readers. Besides, that just means she won't have to wash them later.
"Damn, Twilight*. You tongue feels amazing." The man speaks and strokes his fingers through the girl’s hair. In return, she (Twilight, where did she hear that name before?) smiles into his cock while staring up at him with a pair of smoldering eyes. She pulls her moist lips up his length, trailing the tip of her tongue up the bottom of his cock until it's all the way off. Blurb's eyes follow, noting the heavy, dark purple markings all over the shaft. Sharply manicured fingers continue fondling the balls, showing how massive his spermbanks are.
"Glad you like it." Twilight giggles, pressing her tits together, smooshing the fat orbs against each other in an astounding sight that showed off their sheer size and volume. She grabs his cock at the base, and lightly give herself a few slaps back and forth, only making it all the more of a mess. Bellflower can see his heavy balls twitch and churn. "Mum was rigorous in her training. She wouldn't let me leave the bedroom until I can make a guy cum with licking alone."
Overwhelmed, she finds support in the bookshelf as her legs go into mush (another infraction, one that she'll self-flagged later). Mum's training? Her mother? A mother teaching her daughter how to please a man? That would require lectures, presentations, and even personal training on live subjects. Maybe in their family house where her mother once did those things to her father. Or in some dark alley with some strangers. One can only imagine how shameless a mother willing to do those things!
Bellflower bites her lip. Her eyes close as she imagines the situation, squeaking quietly. How... depraved... how... hot! So hot her fingers bury themselves inside her tight, wet slit, unsatisfied it's not a real deal. If she only could meet her. Maybe she could show her a thing or two, too.
Back with the two, the Blowjob Girl stands up, showing off her body in full glory. The Librarian's pussy clenches around her finger in an iron grip. Gods, she's taller than him.
Burning with excitement, her fertile mind conjures the envious images of rubbing her face deep into the beachball tits until she passes out from lack of air. And those legs! She would die happily if her head was crushed between those fat, juicy thighs...
Not taking her eyes from the prize, The Walking Wet Dream takes a few steps back until her back leans against the books (another infraction!). The perverted mind of the librarian spares a sliver of worry for the furniture. The wood makes a plaintive creak as then reaches down to spread her legs wide showing the pink, wet crescent slit, mounded between her shapely thighs. Drops of nectar drip from her wet folds. "Now, paint me white and be quiet. We are in a Library." She orders. The word 'Library' carries an air of reverence.
At least she's aware. Pleasantly surprised, Bellflower continues watching from the sidelines. It's even better than her encounter with the GriffonGal. There's something about spying on them while they fuck that's driving her absolutely wild. And it's not just because they were sexy as hell. There's that illicit pleasure from watching people in live action, while they are unaware of her presence.
Perhaps, it's only a logical conclusion. She has a lot of counts of how many nights, she has spent tossing and turning all wet from sweat and horniness. Just thinking about the customers. How she wished to follow one of them, and catch them in the act, until eventually someone will catch her, throw her to the ground, grab her by the hair and-
Twilight isn’t left waiting for long. The Man takes her by the hips, his bulging muscles are taut as he grabs her by the crooks of the knees and lifts her into to air, his massive cock pressed against her stomach. The Star-haired girl chuckles as the fat rod throbs against her pussy while thick pre is spread against her skin. A needy moan leaks out of the pair of dick-suckers when he doesn’t immediately drive himself home. No, he takes his time to wrap his large hands around her round derriere, just to be sure she doesn't fall before being impaled on his glistening penis. Then he pushes his hips upwards.
Even though her spit kept the cock slippery, Twilight’s face shows signs of strain as he slid into her molten wetness, feeling his abdomen press against her upraised and plump thigh. She gasped. He growled. Bellflower let out a plaintive whine, picturing herself in her place. Her pussy burns with a deprived ache at the image. A wet patch appears on green pants.
The wet slaps of their sweaty bodies were like dulcet tones reverberating in the quiet of the library like a gong. Twilight Sparkle bites at the edge of her lip to stop herself from crying out. Every time her Lover thrusts into her her breasts swing up and down. The moment devolves into a mindless mass of fuck, seconds and minutes passing by without heed as the two melt into the other's embrace. Hands and lips travel with impromptu whim, not a plan nor worry between the two of them.
Behind the barricade, the perverted Librarian is in a familiar state of reckless indulgence as she watches the debauchery.
"Ffffffuck, you're stretching me up." Twilight breaks her vow of silence. The words struggle to get out. "I'm so lucky to have you brother like you, Shiny."
Her heart skips a few beats, before overworking for the next few months. Realization burgeons in the back of her mind as she realizes what the girl just said. Brother? Her own brother? Sex with her... brother?
That is so... fuck h-
"Bellflower?"
The Perverted Librarian leaps backward, wobbling on her feet and flailing her wet hands. She remains in the stealth mode, however, and bites back a squeal. Eventually, she finds her footing, fixes her thick glasses and looks at the person who caught her wet-handed. Only for her face to turn a darker shade of red than she has already worked herself up. If her heart was beating wildly before now it's shaking her mousy body.
Staring at her through her half-glasses is her boss, Miss First Folio**. The crow feat around her eyes crease as a questioning look passes through her features. A second later her gaze softens. Miss Folio always balances on the fine line between the kind elder woman who bakes you cookies and the authoritarian veteran who accepts nothing but the best. At least that's how she treats the people she works with. Technically, they are equal in the Librarian hierarchy but seniority says otherwise.
"I'm sorry, dear. Did I startle you?" She asks calmly.Bellflower stares at her with wide-eyed embarrassment, one hand over her mouth, and one tugging at the hem of her sweater, hiding any proof of her indecency. "Are you OK?" She continues. Bellflower rapidly shakes her head. "No?" Miss Folio's eyebrow knit together. Her subordinate bobs her head. "Yes to no, or yes are OK?" After a moment of thought, Bellflower shrugs. Immediately Folio's expression sours. "Ohh, speak out girl. You are quieter than church mouse. What is it?"
Before she can grill her further series of splashes followed by synchronized grunts and moans ring out like gunshots and causes the young and old duo to wince. First Folio stands still, quiet and surprised for a moment before the violet-haired woman tosses her hands aside. Her face twists in a sickened expression. "Ughh, not again."
Again?
"This happened before." Bellflower asks in disbelief.
...Though, perhaps, she shouldn't be so surprised. Lately, the general populace of Cantelot City has been growing more and more sexually liberated. It's getting harder and harder not to catch a couple making out (or more) in the open like wild animals. Gloriously brazen and even proud of her acts. It's hard not to look. But hey, if they are not trying to hide why shouldn't she watch? And she found it insanely intoxicating! The bravery to wear next to nothing, the radiating, barely concealed sexual power emanating from every bimbo and himbo. The freedom to do what they want, and they choose to be a slut. Fucking hot.
It's her first time seeing them in her Library.
"Yes. More than I would like to talk about." First Folio answers with a clear judgemental tone in her voice. Bellflower subconsciously adjusted her sweater, happy that somehow her boss didn't notice, well anything. The older woman scrunches her nose, like she just smelled something revolting, before turning away and facing the way to the aisle. "You keep doing what you're doing." Bellflower's relief slips away, and with little warning, a pale embarrassment coils around her chest, slithering to her face. "I'll handle those perverts."
The Older Librarian disappears momentarily behind the wall of books. Bellflower's heart tries to regain regular rhythm, as adrenaline begins to leave her body, but nothing could stop the uncontrolled excitement of rubbing away at her desperate pussy. Damn, she was this close. It'll be next to impossible to last until she comes back home. She bits her nail, think a way put, only to spew the wet tip away.
“What do you think you two are doing?” Folio's stern voice snaps in the air like a barbed whip and it causes small bits of gooseflesh to break out across Younger Librarian’s neck, and the accompanying shiver makes her already stimulated nipples harden. "Don't you have better places to do it? To think, in such respectable place. What are your names? You're officially banned!"
"What?! No! We're doing anything wrong." Someone protests. Naked fear warred with a certain level of divine indignation in the voice followed by a quake of the ground and wet splash. "Ok, we did a bit of a mess-"
"A bit!? You two ejaculated on the floor!"
"I'm sorry. Let me get a mop and-
"Well, technically. Only Shining did. Ejaculation is only referred to-
"Out!"
The next few minutes are filled with scraps of angry shouts and woefully pathetic pleas, and, Bellflower could bet her Edition of Daring Doo adventures that she heard a mini struggle, but eventually, the couple shuffles into view, now substantially paler. The man - Shining - looks even more delicious up close. His massive torso clad in an open dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his beefy wrists almost touched the walls on both sides.
The denim fabric of his pants tugs tightly to the defined shape of his now-hidden dick. She feels her nethers twitch, and her tiny breasts tingle as the male stink drills into her nose. Gods, feels like she could get pregnant just by being too close to him.
The girl, Twilight in spite of her gloomy state is still an astonishingly tall gorgeous woman. The details of her physical superiority are plain to see, making Bellflower want to apologize for her smallness. Her beachball-sized milkers bounce in the stringy hammock of the distressed top. The rest of her rollicking body is bare and slathered in a coating of thick semen. The white, virile mess is everywhere. Gathered in her cleavage, clinging to her porous nipples, and lathered in the furrow of her sex. Her hair is something out of a Fantasy book; Waving tresses painted in the color of a late evening sky dotted with stars. Luckily sparred from the white jizz. Her lips heavy from the multitude layers of lipstick are pouting and seem to make unspoken promises to the eyes.
And speaking of eyes, hers are darting from the floor (or rather the top of her breasts) back to the stern Senior Librarian. Their gazes meet. Bellflower tried to avert her eyes, but she couldn't. It's like she's staring straight into her. The dirty place no one has ever seen. Slowly, all the worries evaporate from the world. There's only this beauty with the lips that she wants to kiss, breasts she wants to suck and bite until she passes out, and a body she desires an unlimited access to molest, with her own skinny frame.
The pout turns into a smug grin. She lets out a noise like a purring cat. If Bellflower wasn't already dripping wet, she would be now. If she looked elsewhere she would have noticed that the Chesty Goddess had dropped something to the floor.
And if Twilight looked ahead of herself, she wouldn't be violently pushed onward.
"Keep Going." Comes the harsh order. Despite being smaller and older, First Folio manages to remain in control. Her presence overshadowing the raw sexual energy pulsating from the couple. People with decades worth of experience are a different breed. "In the next few minutes, I don't want to see you two, ever again."
Twilight bites the retort down her throat, her incisor tooth deep into her lower lip. She takes a breath and hangs her head in placating shame. Just let things unfold on their own, he tells herself and the tiny girl on her mind. It will be worth it.
The trio continues walking down the aisle, before disappearing behind the corner. After perhaps four minutes, Bellflower lets out an overheated breath. She takes a moment to tug at the collar of her sweater, letting out clouds of sweaty air. Thank Stars, it's like super thick or she would have wet spots all over her. Speaking of...
She grabs at the lower hem of her top and shamefully lifts it up. The cool air of the library gently strokes the wet patch over her nethers. Gods, she's leaking like a faucet. Thanks again for the oversized sweater, or she might have been caught, by her superior. What would Miss Folio say? Would she be angry, dissapointed, would yell at her? Or maybe punish her even?
The idea of founding herself in such a degrading position makes her body sizzle, again. Only for her shoulders to sag a little. She lets out a shameful sigh.
"I am such a pervert..." She admits to herself, before crouching down. The book she came looking for laid on the ground, bruised and open. "I'm so sorry, honey." She laments. Masturbating in the middle of the library is bad. But disrespecting books? Even worse.
Carefully she picks it up when something catches her eye. A page lay in the frame of the aisle where the dirty deed had happened. Bellflower lets out an annoyed hiss, and her eyes narrow at the square piece of paper, indignantly. Huffing she grabs the page and looks it up.
The texture feels rough in her touch. It looks old, but not damaged. And everything is written a luminescent, pink ink. This alleviates her worries, as it is most likely not one of the library books. Nah, probably a love letter or something that belonged to the Chesty Girl.
Thinking of the Chesty Girl makes her cheeks turn a slight pink, as she looks around. When she's sure, she's alone she takes a whiff of the paper. Her eyes glaze. Smells like old tomes mixed with the smell of the Incestous couple.
"Obviously." She summarises. This part of the building will smell like this for a while.
She puts the book under her armpit, while the page remains in her grip, and turns towards the main desk. She lost enough time. When she passes by the window the piece of paper shines with a pink hue. Bellflower remains oblivious of the light, or that her nails, brittle and short from the constant nervous chewing, begin to grow and sharpen.