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Chapter 27 by Conan The Librarian Conan The Librarian

What's next?

The Dreads of the Morning Sun

When you wake up the room is still dark, but you can almost feel the sun threatening you with it's daily rebirth, as used as you are to wake up so early.

Amelia rests by your side, her head lies upon your left shoulder, her hand caresses your right one. She feels so big by your side, but somehow so little. Her leg hugs yours, almost burying them under her pale flesh. She feels so soft...

However, something in he voice does not. "You should probably leave."

"Is something wrong?" You ask, fearing that you might have annoy her somehow.

"One of the maids will arrive soon to assist me. You shouldn't be seen around." She says. "...I have things to do."

"...Ok" You feel disappointed, but you do not dare challenge her. After all, she is a grown woman. She knows what she is doing and you trust her.

You wake up from her bed, still naked, and walk the first steps away from her domain. She just stays there and watches you from behind, her predatory look making a quick return. "Are you still hard?" She asks surprised as she sees you leaving. Women know so little about men physiology, she must not even know what a morning wood is. "Is that for me?" She asks with a softer, lower voice.

"... Yes" you feel a little bad about lying to her... but just a little. You see her salivate from her bed and wonder what she would do next. Would she keep 'training her mouth' as she liked to say last night, or would you feel the warmth of her pussy again?

A nock on the door brings the end to all your dreams. "Lady Amelia, are you ready?" Says a cute male voice from the other side.

"NO, I'M FUCKING NOT, YOU PARASITIC IDIOT!" Your sister has no problem returning to her old, rude persona. "DID YOU BRING MY TOWELS FOR MY BATH?"

"...Y-yes... my..."

"THE RED ONES?"

"M-my lady... you never use the red o..."

"IS THAT A FUCKING EXCUSE I'M HEARING? IT BETTER NOT BE..."

"I'll bring them to you immediatelly, my lady."

As you hear the man leave, Amelia's tone and expression change very quickly once again. She leaves the bed, as naked as you are, and comes by your side with little more than a jump. "Quickly! Dress yourself!" She helps you collect your ruined uniform and then helps you get into it. Your maid dress is so broken and dirty that it feels almost as shameful to wear it than to wear nothing at all. You will still need to change it quickly.

Amelia smahes you against the door. Her mouth seeking yours. She kisses you possessively, with raw need. Sometimes women can be so rude. "I'm your little cumslut, aren't I?" Says a woman that is easily two heads taller than you.

"Y-you are..."

"Will you come later to feed me?" She asks you. You know exactly what you have to say next, but it still comes out weird.

"...b-beg for it."

Her eyes open wide, staring right at you. Saliva pours again from her mouth."What did you just say?"

"Beg for it... s-slut."

Her lips tremble before speaking. "Please, mister M... p-please fill my mouth and pussy full of your tasty cream. Please, make me just a bucket, a vessel for your sticky seed... pretty please?"

"I... may... if I have time." That last part was true.

"God..." she looks at the verge of an orgasm already. "Leave now or I will never let you go."

You hear a koan when you close the door behind you. You cross the antechamber to her bedroom with quick feet, dreading what the chief maid will say to you when he sees you this late. Her bath is there, already prepared and bubbly. It brings back both fond and terrible memories, but it also reminds you that the othe maid could come back at any time. You cross that room and exit to the main corridor, dreading what a new day could bring to you in this perverted house.

You don't have to wait too long.

"Oh hi Mark." You hear a sweet female voice by your side.

You turn around to find Lily's unending smile. Her angelic appearance just subtly broken by the way her breast threat to poke out of her confinement. She is still in her pajamas, her hair a little disheveled. Sometimes women can be so uncaring with her morning routine... but her smile is just so sweet...

Almost as if she knew you would be here.

What does she do?

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