Make the Sorcerer Your Slutty Personal Librarian

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You made your way down the cavernous halls that led to your castle’s library, certain the elderly sorcerer was there. You knew his type. Bookish, eager to attain all the knowledge and magical skills they could muster before their limited time on earth runs out.

He probably was roped into this by the rogue, who likely told stories of your impressive trove of knowledge. It was quite the sight, with multi-story towers containing the immeasurable knowledge centuries in the making. During your heyday, you had to order the construction of a second tower just to hold it all.

You strode into the entrance to the first tower and grimaced. Scrolls and books were scattered on the ground. You wish you could pin the blame on the unruly sorcerer, but in truth, you weren’t much of an organizer and tended to leave books lying around when you were done reading them.

You thought about how you would deal with the magical man in your library as you tiptoed around the clutter on the ground. Magical users didn’t pose any more threat to you than any of his companions, but he posed significantly more threat to your hoard. One fireball could set your towers of knowledge ablaze, and needless to say, dragons were far more adept at starting fires than they were at putting them out.

You closed your eyes and muttered several strong spells, which rendered you practically invisible to the naked eye. It wasn’t really your style to creep around stealthily, but you appreciated the opportunity to test your guile. Putting on another spell to limit the noise you made, you entered the first tower of the library.

The cavernous trove of books stretched from wall to wall with catwalks and stairs connecting it all. You peered over the Balcony and looked down to the base of the tower, finding the sorcerer at a desk, searching through papers.

“Blast it, I can’t read half of these texts. If I don’t find some spell or incantation soon, I’m done for!” He muttered to himself. “Perhaps a trip to the second tower may be fruitful.”

An evil grin spread across your face as the seeds of the sorcerer's destruction became clear to you. Quickly, you snuck to the walkway to your second tower, careful not to make a sound as you crept to your goal. The doorway to the second tower was thankfully already open, and soon you were standing in front of a case of magical items meant to help you absorb knowledge quickly.

With haste, you grabbed a pair of plain round spectacles, a magical item meant to aid you in reading by automatically translating text to the language the wearer was most comfortable with. You grinned and channeled dark magic into the spectacles. A curse on the wearer, that would gradually alter their form the longer they wore them, and read. Gingerly, once the curse was bound to the spectacles, you placed them back on their stand and took a seat in the far corner of the room and waited.

Thankfully, you didn't have to wait long, as a few short minutes later, the sorcerer ran into the room. Quickly, he saw the case of magical items.

“Huzzah!” he exclaimed, zeroing in on the glasses. He ran to the spectacles and took them off their stand. “I’ve read about these artifacts! Such a powerful and helpful set of spectacles! Perhaps with these, I can finally find a scroll that can aid my escape!”

You grinned evilly as you watched the sorcerer put on the glasses, wowed at his ability to read book bindings that were previously illegible. Each word he read, subtly and imperceptibly, altered him.

“A scroll of teleportation magic!” I couldn’t read the binding before because it is in Draconic!” he said, awe-struck by his new abilities of perception. That perception did not extend to an awareness of his own body, as wrinkles began to smooth out on his face.

You watched excitedly as he read the scroll, watching as your custom curse changed him more and more. His long beard was shrinking little by little, and the whites and greys of his hair slowly gained a pleasant auburn color, one strand at a time.

“Of course, I should have thought of this sooner! I can teleport to a dimension anchored to this one and then move to another location and teleport back to this realm and be outside the castle!”

You nodded at what he said, watching carefully. The man's appearance had changed from a man in his eighties to one in his sixties as he read. If he decided to take off the glasses and leave now, he might be able to save himself. But you were confident he wouldn’t. A man with such a craving for knowledge couldn’t stop with just one basic teleportation scroll. He had come to your castle for a purpose after all.

“I should leave now,” he muttered to himself, “But to leave this treasure trove of knowledge would be a grave error, I feel. If those idiots are still taking the dragon's attention from me, then I’d be foolish not to make the most of the opportunity.

The sorcerer grabbed another scroll, labeled spells for speed reading in Elvish, and began pursuing it. The gray of his hair was now all gone, and his skin had smoothed to be almost entirely wrinkle-free.

You smirked as he uttered a spell that doubled his perception speed when reading, allowing him to absorb double the information in a fraction of the time. Soon, he cast a spell that gathered several advanced magical tomes to him, beginning to read each with blinding speed.

Each word altered his form; the old wizard became unrecognizable. The auburn hair gained the lush, silky texture of youth, his beard shortened to stubble, before vanishing altogether. His posture improved as his spine regained the strength lost to time. By the time the wizard stopped reading the tomes, his form was that of a strapping young man in his late twenties.

“So much knowledge!” he exclaimed, reclining back in the chair. “I haven’t felt this good in an age. I should keep absorbing knowledge, but perhaps there is time enough to peruse the dragon’s more private novels,” he continued, biting his lip subtly.

You had to stifle a laugh as the mental changes you knew were happening under the surface bubbled to the forefront. The curse made him incredibly horny with each sentence he read. Several lurid books flew off the shelves as he waved his hand, forming a pile on his desk.

“Ah, a knight and princess romance,” He said as he pulled the first book off the pile his magic had retrieved for him. He read the sexy tale in full, delighting in the author's description of the knight's rods penetrating the princess after he had rescued her. His long hair floated up supernaturally, forming a messy bun. A Quill on the desk flew into his hair, holding the bun in place. His facial features grew softer, his lips fuller, and his eyes grew wider. An erection strained against his pants as he read the knight describing the children he would give the beautiful princess.

Soon, that novel was tossed aside for the next, one of a sorcerer seducing the queen away from the king. The sorcerer placed himself in the role of the court wizard mentally as his chest ballooned outward, his pectoral muscles forming luscious breasts which his tunic altered itself to accommodate. The neckline plunged down, and cleavage soon became visible for all to see, as did a perky set of nipples pressing against the silky threads. The more he read, his perception subtly altered more and more. Soon, he saw himself not as the sorcerer in the novel but as the queen in his bed. He shuddered as he imagined the ravishing man filling him fully.

The novel finished much too quickly for the sorcerer, and he tossed it aside and grabbed the next one on the pile, detailing a dragon lord seducing a scholar. You had magically altered that text, of course, but the curse had progressed too far for the sorcerer to notice now. He ravenously consumed page after page, imagining himself as a sexy wench named Esme, begging her dragon lord to make her his woman. The erection in his pants faded as his hips expanded outward, his sex modifying to that of a woman. The leather pants he wore fused to become a tight skirt, showing off his delectable curves and coltish legs. His shoes shifted to modest heels, and even the glasses he wore shifted from plain round spectacles to alluring cat-eye frames.

You walked behind the woman who stood up from her chair as she read the climax, where her dragon lord would creep behind her and bend her over the table, taking her from behind and claiming her as his own.

“Esme,” you cooed lovingly in her ear, removing your stealth magic in that moment. “I need you now.”

Esme looked back at you with rosy cheeks, smitten the moment she laid eyes on you. “Lord? You wish to take me?”

You nodded lovingly and gently pushed her onto the table with one hand, with the other, you raised her skirt, revealing her tasty, moist folds to the air.

“Claim me now!” she demanded wantonly, wiggling her arse seductively. “Make me your woman forever!”

You obliged the young woman's request, plunging deep inside her. She squealed and trembled in your grasp as you thrust, her sex posing no resistance to you.

“I’m so glad to have such a beautiful girl overseeing my library, even if she spends a little too much time reading books from my private collection,” you said with a wink as she looked back at you, mouth agape with pleasure.

“Thank you, my lord,” Esme gasped out before shuddering as she climaxed, her pussy milking your dick desperately. You groaned as you reached your own crescendo, painting the slut’s insides white. You were quite happy with your new librarian.