He fucks her (MF)

"Then do it," Ciri whispered.

He tugged her pants down and Ciri felt a sudden shame when she realized how wet she was. She knew how men thought, how they looked at her, what they truly wanted when they saw her and from the moment he had first refused her entry she had hoped this would happen. The idea of selling her body to be used by a man she didn’t know saw fit excited her to no end.

Ciri whimpered as she felt his hand trace the curve of her behind then couldn't help but moan as she felt his cock slip between the cheeks of her ass sliding over her until it rubbed up against her aching slit.

She didn't wait for him, instead she pushed backwards shuddering as the delicious first inch of his member entered her swollen sex. Her cunt gripped him like a vice and he groaned in pleasure.

"Criminals and Whores," Alaric said emphasizing the whore and thrust forward, driving the length of him inside Ciri's firm body.

"Gods!," Ciri purred as the man's cock filled her. She spread her legs as best she could with her pants still around her knees. "Ahh," she moaned as he thrust into her. Her legs crushed up against the large desk. Her moans of pleasure filled the room.

"Fuck me." Ciri moaned arching her back and pushing back against him. Alaric did his best grunting as his hips moved back and forth. He reached forward entangling his hand in the bun on Ciri's head holding tight as he pulled her back forcing her to bend her back and lift her ass as her body twisted at an almost painful angle.

"Please," Ciri begged panting.

He wasn't sure if she was sweating or it was just what was left over from the rainstorm outside but her skin glowed in the candle light. He could see the taunt muscles of her back tense and relax as he fucked her.

She was fitter than the normal whores he paid for. Her body tanned and taunt. She had said she was a witcher, a monster hunter and maybe she was telling the truth and the years of fighting and training had honed her body into the perfect little fuck toy.

Alaric grinned at the thought. The idea of him taking this warrior woman over the desk.

"Do you like that Witcher bitch? Do you like getting fucked like a little whore"?"

"Mhhnbn," only moans escaped Ciri's lips as her breathing had become ragged. His cock slamming into her was driving her wild. Her body ached for this. Her body needed this. The proof of that was running down her inner thigh.

"Tell me," the librarian custodian demanded.

"I love it," Ciri whimpered. Ciri reached forward holding onto the edge of the table as her was taken hard from behind. "I'm your little whore, use me."

He reached around her. Finding the sensitive bundle of flesh between her legs and as soon as he touched it Ciri screamed Her body jerking back against him with a powerful shudder.

"Gahh," Ciri cried as she came violently her cunt spasming around his cock.

Alaric groaned in return as the well trained body clenched tightly around him. Ciri leaned back gasping reaching behind her to hang onto his hips as he desperately drove himself deeper into her before he came. Emptying his seed inside her womb.

"Fuck," Ciri groaned as she fell forward with a thud her head landing on the books she had taken of the shelf.

His cock slipped from her and she whimpered softly with disappointment her mind flashing back to a month ago to when that creature's cock had slipped from her body.

Ciri turned her head watching as the Librarian pulled his cock back under his cloaks. His face was red and sweaty.

He motioned forward, "Do you business then," gesturing towards the books. Ciri watched wordlessly as he left to return to his front desk.

She sighed heavily feeling his cum drip from her cunt. She reached down and pulled her pants up shuddering of the feeling of the dampness between her legs. She would deal with that later, she had come here for a reason.