Coming Soon...

You grow restless everyday, wondering when it will resume, when the story can continue and conclude. Its not fair you think to yourself, you can't have me invested into a story for this long and not provide a proper ending. You understand that the book was missing its pages, it's no ones fault, yet still you wonder if it will ever start again.

Well, perhaps one last read wouldn't be so bad. A proper reminder of what had happened to anticipate what is to come, why not? Feeling convinced, you sought out to feed your inner craving and find yourself standing outside the doors of that building once again. One deep breathe, your palm presses against the surface of the door as you relive the moment you first entered here. What was it that brought you before, was it curiosity? Was it lust? Was it the appeal of the appearance? You begin to think to yourself, perhaps I have forgotten why I came here before?

"Well, let us remind ourselves shall we?"

You gasp as the doors pull open, feeling a force unimaginable suck you in as if the building came to life. Your weight means nothing, your feet hover in the air briefly before gravity sets in and you find yourself dancing to regain your footing. Someone is laughing in amusement, finding your show entertaining as they accompany you with a cheerful applause of clapping their hands. There she is, the Librarian smiling down at you as if you were a fly trapped in its artistic creation called webbing, a beautiful canvas of strings missing its one essential ingredient.

You.

Before you could get a word in she interrupts as usual.

"Bravo, it is so nice to see you again! Come cum, we mustn't keep you waiting. I have wonderful news to show you!" You feel the soft warmth of her hand, somehow comforting any concerns and bringing your curious mind to a state of relaxation as you feel whisked away and follow absent-minded. She takes you to that row, that one row you once stepped into yourself before a slender book levitated away from the rest and fell gently into her hands. As the pages begin to open, you find yourself resisting temptation not to stare at those magnificent work of nature snuggled beside the bottom of the book. Its difficult, you know so as that dress she wore is the same as before with an open window of cleavage for all to gaze, and you swear you can see her rose colored lips form a smile in amusement. With her finger resting below your chin, she sharply turns your attention to the novel before.

"I am delighted to anounce that the pages you've been waiting for have finally been found! It took far longer than I had anticipated, but worry not for your patience will be rewarded."

She smiled that sweet grin of hers, emitting a mixture of nurture and erotic lust. The effect of her beautiful eyes staring deeply into your own was enough to make you weak.

"I fear that I did not find what you are looking for, those steamy lustful chapters you frequent so much. I know how often you reread them, there's no shame in having passion after all. I did not find such chapters... yet, but you can cum and read the book if you want. What's this?"

Her expressions changes from appalled to anger, she frowns and flips through a page or two, dropping the book in frustration. You barely manage to catch it in time as she crosses her arms, pushing out her breasts in doing so.

"You will find that some words seem out of place. Unfortunately, I may have scrambled the pages once or twice in my haste, so I may need to reorganize them once more. No matter, I promised you pages and so there you are, enjoy."

You glance down, wondering what she means as you begin reading to your leisure...

"Why did you do it?" Dimyri asked.

She and Raz led the way forward through the double iron doors, calmly observing the surroundings of the hall which seemed to be the aftermath of a calamity. Several bodies lying on the floor or against the stone wall, their weapons and bits of armor scattered around. Ori'chi and Janette were careful in stepping around such items, with Janette keeping fixated on Syri's condition. The young Nekomata slept peacefully in her stance, the tone in her skin had returned to normal to a point where there was a soft blush in her face. If it weren't for current conditions, Janette would feel her heart grow warm at the sight. A sudden nudge from one of the surrounding possessed Nekomata reminded her to keep up the pace to the others.

"B-B-Big." The scared Nekomata muttered as her eyes scanned around the enormous room. Her fur was standing on end and her tails were twitching nervously. She swallowed and clenched her jaw shut so as to stop her teeth from rattling.

The group paused when they arrived to where the large crystalline structure should be, now left as a crater with soot and residue as evidence of a fierce explosion. Raz raised his brow before leading the group around only to find the lift platform missing from the ground floor. Puzzled, he looked at Dimyri who shrugged sheepishly in return.

"I was outside, you know that."

Raz shook his head and approached the lift, tugging at the chains left behind. No response, he peaked down the lift and called out for someone when a brief noise was heard below.

"You're... monster." Her voice shook as she spoke those words to him. His eye twitched immediately, yet he leaned back with a deep breath which puffed out his broad chest to calm himself. Her eyes glanced at the numerous cuts to his body, three cuts paired to each wound. She was caught staring as his large hand raised to his abdomen, concealing her view.

"We share nothing alike, when the ritual is fulfilled you and I shall tread the path to glorious salvation. But I alone will be the one to welcome our mothers, our gods, to the land of old."

"What the heck is it you talk about anyway, its just fancy talk. What did we do to you to make you so mean?" KuliKuli asked.

Nyitzcha slowly put his arms down and sighed, scooting over to his side. They briefly locked eyes and she could read the defeat in his soul before she could speak a word, placing her hand on his leg to comfort him.

"Ye 'xhausted yerself, an' I don' think broken hands will be strong enough to wound anyone but yerself."

Felix hung his head, staring at his fractured fingers unable to form a fist.

"I have to, I've come this close."

The librarian lifts the book from you without warning, scrolling through the pages before sighing and tapping it on the table.

"Sorry dear reader but stories tend get jumbled and changed over the years. Little tweaks and changes. Return tomorrow by 19:00 Pacific Time, it shall be ready by then."

She smiles before winking at you.

"Till then."