Missing Pen

You walk up to a rather sizeable, ornate building.

Talking to yourself, "Brass detailing on oak...and someone's clearly a fan of Art Nouveau."

The building looks far fancier than you would expect from a small town library. You expect a reservation would be needed, but this is a library...right? Why is there an attendant outside?

You look at him "..."

And he looks at you "..."

And you look at him "..."

And he looks at you "..."

You end the stalemate, "Wanna move to the side bub?"

The attendant responds flippantly, "Do you have business here sir?"

You ignore the attitude, "This is a public library, I-"

"No."

Your brow tightens,"Excuse-"

He interrupts again, "The Luvez Librarium is a private institution you vagrant."

"...."

You hold up the request, "I've been requested by Lady Glodeinn, musty bitch."

After giving you the eye that only an underpaid, future middle management employee can muster"....one moment please."

After entering the building it looks almost larger on the inside, if it wasn't so packed with knowledge. You were directed to the back of the library, a straight line from the front door and then a left.

You see a blond woman sitting by a lamp in the corner. A refined air about her, long tresses of blonde and a rustic auburn. an emerald green dress with a dark corset, black boots and a white under blouse. If you were to imagine a rich librarian, that's her.

You ask: "Lady Glodeinn?"

The refined woman answers, "Yes?"

She looks at you coldly, silver eyes piercing you as she purses ruby red lips together as she talks to you.

But you don't shrink under her gaze, "You made a request for a missing pen?"

She stares at you for a moment in silence giving you a moment to drink her in. Her chest is ample and her curves apparent in her seated position below you. Younger than the title Lady might suggest in your head. Her head isn't tilted towards you, only her eyes moved when you approached. Perhaps a sign of upperc lass and good breeding?

Heh, breeding.

She begins to speak, "I wasn't expecting someone so...rustic. However we make do where we must. I have misplaced a rather important pen in this library."

You look at her incredulously, "Wait a minute, you can't mean-"

She speaks without any hesitation, "Quite, I am in need of someone to search the library for this pen. Gold, engraved with the letters 'B.G.' Are you up to the task?"

"....the things I do for hot demon women."

"Pardon?"

You begin your investigation, "Do you remember where you last saw it?"

"....I'm afraid I do not, my mind must have slipped me." She answer absentmindedly.

You press on, "Well it was in the library right, so what were you reading at the time?"

Her response is dry, "I read a lot of books."

"Right."

You look around the expansive shelves before turning away from the Lady, "I'll start looking then."

She returns to the book in her hands,"Good hunting."

You begin looking throughout the shelves, starting at a corner farthest from Lady Glodeinn.

You begin thinking to yourself, "Let's assume she's checked the areas closest. Let's see what here? The Life of Edmund Barg...an anthology. For fuck's sake."

After two hours of scanning shelves you take a break.

"Okay this is not about to be how I spend my whole day. Think man think. What would a hot rich librarian type be reading and lose track of her thoughts."

You look at the librarian sitting at the front desk, "Hey, where's the erotic section a librarian could lose herself in?"

Librarian: "Sir we are professionals, I-"

"You have been staring at my crotch for the past hour and fondling yourself under the table. I don't judge, I'm just trying do my job."

After a moment of reserved silence from the librarian, "...please follow me."

After being brought to the special erotic section and squeezing the librarian's ass along the way. You give her ass a swat as she head's back to her seat. As you wander about you notice a peculiar set of silver eyes looking.

You pretend to not notice, "Hmm.."

You walk slowly keeping an eye on your visual pursuer and a particular shelf gets a reaction, "Voyeur and Roughplay section. Good tastes."

Not even ten minutes in you find the pen stuck between books on gangbangs and beach sex, "Well... before we hand in, let's see what the written word on running trains by the ocean is like."

You pick up one of the books and slowly pace back and fourth reading. The inquisitive gaze eyes you feverishly. It seems the lady is curious as to what your kinks are. Maybe hoping to find a comrade. You decide to walk closer to the Lady's direction, two shelves away from where she's seated.

*Bfloom*

You knock out the row of books in front of your chest, propping the book up, showing the cover in full and resting your elbows to the sides of the book.

*Bonk*

Your hardening erection knocks out a row of books of his own, making his presence known and a close gasp tells you he made the right impression. You continue reading completely ignoring the presence of the sitting Lady, almost completely. The heat building in your loins from her stares is starting to make things uncomfortably tight. You think about acting on the rougher aspects of your reading material and bringing your erection to the Lady, but the sound of heavy gasps distract you. You look over the book for a moment and see Lady Glodeinn on the other side of the shelf staring at your angry member.

Before you can say anything you here the sound of a seat shifting and high heels clicking in your direction. You consider looking over your reading material to peak at the sexually repressed socialite however a hand on your ship's mast removes the idea from your mind. You lightly groan as the svelte hand of the noble gingerly move along your pitched tent. The slow, nervous strokes lose appeal over time and you fear thats as far as Lady Glodeinn's courage will take her until the hand that was massaging you rests itself to the side of your pants with another hand following suit on the opposite end. You raise an eyebrow at the change, but the sound of the panting coming in...lower, give you an idea of what the lady has in mind.

You feel hands nimbly release your member from its confines and a loud gasp bring warm air to your now exposed loins tell you exactly where the kneeling noble is in respect to you.

"My goodness.....its bigger than the books made it-"

The lady immediately cuts herself off fearing she gave away her inexperience. You casually flip a page in the book you're no longer reading as if to remind her you have no intention of going anywhere.

With a gulp and the warm feeling of a hand now directly on your shaft it seems the lady has no intention of going anywhere herself.

The warmth of her breathing against the head of your dick combined with the clumsy, methodical jerking of the naughty noble pull minor grunts from you. Occasionally you peak over the book and see Lady Glodeinn enraptured with your member, never once looking up to see your eyes on her.

She talks to herself, "Unff, this isn't so bad..", she murmurs to herself between gasps and tugs, "this feels so...gratifying."

Completely losing herself in the act of the handjob, what she lacks in experience she makes up for in enthusiasm, she gently increases in speed and over the pace of ten minutes her hand is vigorously pumping you with her lips so close that you can feel the air off every word as she mutters to herself about the act. "So naughty, this vile thing. Obscenely large and throbbing in my hand...in public....no shame. Fuck, its beautiful"

Then suddenly the hand stops and the fear of blue balls creeps into your mind.

However just as suddenly as she stopped you feel a new sensation that brings tingle to your spine. The ruby red lips engaged in a kiss with the head of your member, she hovers for a moment, perhaps wondering if she really a bout to do this. You decide not to wait on the decision and push your hips forward. Your encouragement was all she needed as she begins to take you into her mouth.

"Mmmph, mmn, mlk, gllk gl- *gasp*"

She takes a moment to breath in between pulling you deeper and deeper into her mouth. New to the act she frequently gags on your length, its obvious she hasn't done this before, but the minor knicks of her teeth and the lack of contact with her throat are mitigated by the pleasure of a woman enthusiastically trying to worship your manhood.

"Grk, Gluk, Mllk, Lmmn, Glk"

Her energetic and needy blowjob is bringing you closer and closer when the perfect moment hits. Clearly a quick study the feeling of the head of your dick rubbing the back of her throat for the first time and her eyes rolling up at contact are enough to send you over the edge. You are not going to last. Hell, you shouldn't.

Grunting into the book, "By the Power of Greatskull!"

With your war chant you cum ropes into the mouth of the debauched debutante who to your surprise greedily swallows your load, fingers digging into your thighs to ensure she isn't bucked off from her meal. And as wave after wave of pleasure rock through you and subside only then do you begin to feel her pull alway from your member.

*Gulp* "Ahhhhh.... by the very Gods."

With a hazy look in her eyes as she gasps from breath, sweat spilling from her brow onto her heaving chest Lady Glodeinn is startled by what stands before her.

Your rigid erection still hard and wanting.

She looks up at you with a mixture of shock and awe, meeting your eyes for the first time and seeing a hunger in your eyes. You toss the book you were reading to the side eliciting a distant groan of discontent amid distant moaning from a certain voyeuristic librarian. A second groan can be heard as you push your hands through the bookshelf knocking various books to the floor and grabbing Lady Glodeinn's head. If her reading choices are anything to go by the lady prefers things on the rougher side. Another gasp of surprise as you bring her head forward to rest her red lips against your cockhead you look to her for any hint of resistance to what you're about to do.

With a look akin to hearts in her eyes, the lady looks at you lovingly, "Yes, please"

With all the confirmation you need you grab the noble and roughly ram your meat halfway down her throat, you hears muffled moans as the lady beneath you makes a small puddle of excitement from the rough treatment. You also her a sharp moan in the distance that reminds you of the excitement happening closer to the front of the library.

You push all thoughts that aren't the tight throat of the noble outside of your mind as you begin the process of skullfucking the Lady Glodeinn.

Both hands to the sides of her head, you repeatedly bring her into contact with your member, inch by inch pulling her deeper. Saliva drips from the corners of her stretched jaw, the lubrication of her open mouth dripping down onto her fine clothes and further making a mess of her noble visage. Her lipstick smeared, hair messily undone from your rough grasp on her and eyes rolled into the back of your head. Its only the ocassional loss of colour in her face the makes you ease up, wanting her conscious for the entire affair. Lady Glodeinn is quick to inform you when she's had enough of a break, hungrily pushing herself back onto your shaft and encouraging you again. After repeatedly thrusting your hips into her now yielding throat the lady nose makes contact with your midsection as you fully hilt yourself in her now wanting throat.

"BY THE POWER OF GREATSKULL!"

A second load directly into her stomach, holding you in a vision of stars and lightening as you pour your well worked essence into the throat of your client. After what felt like minutes you finally release her and with a soft belch she crumbles to the floor gasping for air desparately and treying to bring her vision into focus. After a further few minutes she finally appears to be looking at you coherently.

Before she has a moment to speak you cut her off.

"Pen."

She looks at you confused and you begin to hold the object in front of you, "Your request for the pen, found it."

After clarifying you toss the pen down to the dishevelled facefuck enthusiast and her body jolts as if struck by lightening as the pen lands on her mid section.

"The-the-ohh...hmmh..ahh."

Unable to get the words out you begin adjusting your trousers."The quest is complete, yes?"

She can only find the strength to nod her head at you obediently, clearly thanking you for more than the pen adn providing you her stamp.

You give a parting smile, "Good, I'll be on my way then."

You walk towards the exit of the library, passing a very sweaty and gasping librarian you stares longingly at you as you leave. Another quest done.