Hell’s Librarian

Luna sat the library table, daydreaming about a future she desired deep in her bones. A future filled with her best friend.

It was five minutes till the end of the period when a soft, cheerful voice interrupted Luna’s daydreaming.

“Excuse me,” a pretty, brown haired woman dressed in a tight fitting button down said.

She spoke in a crisp British accent.

Luna jumped a little, startled and merely nodded at the woman in response.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation earlier,” the woman continued.

Luna froze, her eyes widening in fear.

The woman stepped over to the trash can and reached in, pulling out the book.

“Such a beautiful, interesting book, isn’t it? It would be a shame to throw something so artfully crafted into the rubbish heap. Don’t you agree?”

“I’m sorry,” Luna said, panicking as she realized the woman must be a new librarian at the school.

“It’s quite okay, dearie,” the librarian said, dusting the book off and stepping over to Luna.

The woman took the seat next to Luna and began to flip through the book, making soft moaning and cooing noises as she read through the pages. In everything she said and did, the woman seemed to exude an effervescent sensuality.

Finally, the librarian shut the book and flashed Luna a serene smile.

“This books is very special,” she said. “And so are you.”

“Me?” Luna squeaked. “What do you mean?”

The librarian gave a little chuckle and tapped Luna on the nose with a long, pointed nail. Radiating from where she touched, a wave of paralyzing calm washed over the young woman.

Luna felt so drowsy all of a sudden. Distant warning bells went off in her mind as she began to notice strange aspects about the librarian.

For one thing, the librarian’s eyes were a luminous violet color that seemed far from natural. Her skin was deathly pale as well. From her plump, cherry lips, a pair of dazzling fangs as sharp as daggers protruded.

“You’re, ugh, the demon we summoned,” Luna struggled to say.

The librarian chuckled a little stood up, towering over the scrawny and timid Luna. Her body seemed ready to burst out of her outfit.

“You’re almost correct,” the librarian said. “But not quite.”

“Get away from me,” Luna muttered.

She could feel the strength leaving her body as a result of the demon’s wicked touch.

“Don’t be afraid, little girl. I’m only here to help you reach your true potential. Your blood sings with power.”

What could the woman possibly be talking about? There wasn’t a single moment in Luna’s life where she could recall being powerful.

The librarian seemed to read Luna’s shocked expression and answered her accordingly.

“What? Did you think just anyone could pick up a spell book and starting casting powerful spells willy-nilly? Didn’t you ever question why such power was so easy to master for you?”

Now that the librarian mentioned it, the fact certainly stood out as odd. Luna had managed to summon a demon, transform her best friend into a slut, and create phallic worm servant all with just a couple jumbles of words and supplies she had on hand.

“You have the blood of a witch, dearie,” the librarian said. “Lots of power flows through these veins.”

The demonic librarian ran her clawed fingers along Luna’s exposed arms.

“I’m a witch?” Luna asked quietly.

By now, her body was completely restrained by the demon’s power.

“Not yet, but this book can help you get there. It did choose you, after all.”

“It chose me?”

That would explain the familiar, almost friendly feeling Luna got whenever she held the book. In that moment, her body craved the leather touch of the cover.

“Of course! How else do you think it came to be in a useless place like this? Now let’s bring out the witch in you,” the demon said, reaching out with a clawed finger.

In that moment, there was the sound of ruffling fabric as a green mass shot out of Luna’s backpack.

It took a second for Luna to realize that the mass was Frank.

Her familiar landed on the demon with a heavy thud and immediately began to squirm up the demon’s body. For a second, Luna thought the poor creature was trying to fuck the infernal librarian.

However, Frank didn’t aim for the librarian’s crotch, instead crawling onto her face and covering her eyes.

With a swell of pride, Luna realized that her familiar was trying to protect her. She always knew Frank was good at heart.

The demon snarled in shock and surprise, stumbling backwards. Whatever Frank was doing seemed to be working as Luna felt strength slowly return to her arms and legs.

With a viscous swipe, the demon snatched up Frank in one hand and held him before her, a look of pure rage on her face. Then, as she took in the creature’s form, her expression changed to pleasure.

“So you’ve already made yourself a pet, and such a naughty one too! Have you been using this thing to pleasure yourself?”

“Ew! Of course not! Frank’s my friend!”

This wasn’t exactly true, but Luna’s heart burned with pride for her humble familiar.

“A pity,” the demon said. “He is the perfect shape for it.”

Luna stood up, her legs aching painfully as she did so. She needed to get out of here before this situation got more out of hand.

The demon saw this and smiled even wider.

“Leaving so soon? But I haven’t even had my fun yet” She said. She held Frank up to her face and giggled. “Perhaps you can help me, Frank.”

The demon jabbed her thumb claw into her forefinger, producing a single drop of black blood. She held her finger close to the slit of Frank’s bulbous, phallic head and let the droplet fall in, uttering strange and ominous words as she did so.

The poor creature reacted as if acid had been thrown on it. It let out a loud, high pitch hiss and began to thrash madly in the demon’s grasp.

“What did you do to him?” Luna cried, horrified at the apparent suffering the creature was being subjected to.

“Oh, just the same spell you used on him.”

As the poor worm thrashed and struggled, Luna began notice changes coming across its body.

Frank’s color changed steadily from an emerald green to a a violent pinkish-purple. Deep violet veins striated the surface of the worm as well.

The size of the creature increased by several inches as well. Its phallic head swelled from about the size of a ping-pong ball to something closer to a small apple.

As Luna’s familiar completed its unholy transformation, its motions calmed down drastically. The creature merely undulated its body slightly, pointing its head in the direction of the demonic librarian as if waiting for instruction.

You need to get out of here, Luna thought to herself suddenly. She’s way too much for you to handle alone.

Luna turned around bolted towards the exit of the library, hearing the demon chuckle behind her. There was the sudden sound of rushing air and in the next moment, Luna felt a heavy blow send her tumbling to the ground.

The demon was upon Luna in an instant, turning the girl over and straddling her.

“Help!” Luna cried. “For god’s sake, someone help me!”

“God can’t help you, sweetie. Neither can anyone else for that matter. For the last several minutes you’ve been locked in my own personal pocket dimension! Isn't that creative?”

Why did this demon have to be so damn cheerful?

Luna struggled to free herself from the demon’s grasp, but the infernal creature’s legs held her down in an iron grip.

“Hmm, this’ll be more fun if you struggle, but I don’t want you to get away.”

The demon snapped her fingers and four glowing red shackles appeared, two on Luna’s wrists and two on her ankles. She could wiggle her body, but there was no hope of escape anymore.

The demon tugged at the hem of Luna’s boy shorts, revealing her crotch to the cool air of the library. Luna whimpered in horror as she realized the demon’s intention.

“Please don’t put him there,” Luna said. “I won’t tell anyone about you. You can just go about your business and I won’t try to stop you.”

“Oh you sweet thing. You seriously misunderstand. This IS my business.”

The demon held up the new and monstrously improved Frank to her lips and gave the creature a soft kiss. It rubbed its bulging, grotesque head on her cheek to return the favor.

“But why?” Luna asked.

“I’ve been watching you fiddle around with this book like a child learning to walk. It’s been fun to watch, but it would be irresponsible of me to let such powerful witch’s blood be wasted on some goodie two shoes. For Satan’s sake! You let that blonde slut convince you to give up this wonderful book. That won’t do, so I am giving your magical education a little guidance from down below.”

“I don’t want that!” Luna said.

“Oh, but you will very soon,” the demoness said, bringing Frank ever closer to Luna’s exposed sex.

Horror fixed the young woman’s gaze on the bulbous creature that had once been her familiar. It moved with predatory anticipation, its previous feelings of affection and care replaced by a carnal hunger.