Nothing is what it seems...

Your escapades concluded for now, you clean yourself off and venture out with your dear friends. The streets are quiet and empty for the most part, save the numerous patrols by roving soldiers. Bruce's suspicion proved to be correct; despite being strangers in a strange land, by presenting an air of confidence and know-how, you prove immune to questioning or suspicion. With information gained in the inn, you even find your way to the archival offices without issue.

"I can't believe it was this easy." James said as you approach the building in question.

"Like I told you, perception is everything," Bruce replied "If you don't look like you're up to no good, a lot of people will suspect you're not. The guards are looking for threats, we don't fit that bill."

"Well, perception's about to change" Kraig added "We still need to get in there, and that won't be so innocent."

"Well, you all know the drill. Keep a lookout, and be ready to dart if you need to." James said as you approach the door. He gets down on one knee to inspect and quickly comes to a realization

"Uhhh, guys." He said, as he gave the door a gentle push, opening it easily. "The door wasn't locked, we can go straight in."

"This is definitely too easy" Kraig said, with agreement from the others.

"This could very easily be a trap. Keep your eyes and ears open" Bruce said to the group in a hushed voice.

"Just to think" James quipped as you went in "Of all the places to be brought down, I never thought it would be in a library"

"Shush" You add "Nobody's dying in here. Just, keep quiet, and look around."

The four of you fan out in the Archives. It has a rare splash of personality and luxury in this space, with the cases holding the books and scrolls have been given a decorative but unnecessary stain, with the ends capped with artistic flourishes. There's even statues and artwork in here, likely also preserved for archival purposes. The material here does appear to be well organized and maintained, which is not a surprise at all, given the temperament of its administrator, Vyrmar. While that would normally help you, you struggle to imagine a corridor or section in these archives where forbidden knowledge of a forgotten goddess would be categorized under. Several minutes of hopeless wandering pass by without any luck, until you come upon an intricate display.

A dark wooden credenza with intricate and impressive designs had its lid raised at an angle to serve as a display pedestal. Five large books lay open for viewing, protected by a glass case. Inspecting the books from left to right, the middle contains vulgar displays of sexual positions, and arcane ancient writings. It looks to be the root language of modern Elvish, but you don't pick up more than one name: Veserae. In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, you avoid shouting to the others. Giddy in anticipation, you lift the glass case up in order to remove the book. As your head dips under the glass, the whole thing comes alive!

The pages of the book turn white, the false glass tries to slam down on you, and the pedestal base turns into an infernal mouth with an enormous tongue. You resist as best you can, pulling away, but the evil device has an ahesive quality, keeping you stuck to where you are. Strong purplish tentacles come put from the false cabinets and wrap around your legs, holding you in place further. You let out a shout of horror, but another tentacle reached out and shoved itself in your mouth. In the speed and darkness, you couldn't notice it, but as the tentacle fills your throat, it unmistakably feels like a cock thrusting back and forth. The enormous tongue starts to lick your body in a ravenous fashion. Your linen cloths dont just moisten at the touch, they disintegrate, leaving you naked and wet. More tentacles spring out, finding and inserting them into your recently fucked pussy and ass. You struggle as best you can to try and break free, but the more **** you use, the tighter hold it has on you, and the harder it fucks you.

As you start to weaken, an unusual scent fills your nose. Its a comfortable, calming scent. As it invades, the sensations turn from pain to joy and lust. You're not only starting to enjoy this, but you might actually cum from being involuntarily fucked by this monster. Your body begins to tighten, your breathing hastens, your senses fog over with increasing lust, just before everything gets literally cut short. You feel strong hands grab at your thights and shoulders and yanks as hard as they can, pulling you away. As your head whips back towards the ceiling, you see a flash of Bruce's sword in the night, and hear an otherworldly shriek as its tentacles are slides clean off. Broken free, you yank the remnants of the tentacles out, starting with your mouth.

"What was that!?" You shout out

"they're called mimics, for obvious reasons." James said, as he tries to clean you off and get you to your feet. "No one really knows what they are or how they came to be."

"Was that something Vyrmar made?" You ask, still very excited "That seems impossible. How did it get here?"

"You're asking the wrong people Fiana" Kraig said as he helped his brother "None of us really know the first thing about magic. I mean, I suppose it's technically possible, but I've never heard of that before. I think it's more likely that he brought it here, somehow."

"Which carries its own set of problems." Bruce said, finally having dealt with the mimic. "This was the trap. He counted on us coming here and hoped for us to be nothing more than pet food."

"What about the book?" You ask "We still need to find it" You all hear clamoring outside as torches light up from the windows outside.

"No, we need to get out of here, we need to get you safe, and we need to get you into spare clothes."

"You're right, lets go. We'll figure out a new plan in the morning, if we make it that far." James gives you his cloak off his back to wrap around your body as you leave the archives quickly, trying to avoid attention. Whatever the commotion you saw from the windows had nothing to do with you, which is a relief, serving as a greater distraction. You make it safely to the Inn Too Deep, and immediately retire to bed after a tiring day. Tomorrow will be another difficult day as you try to figure out the next step, but it can't be much worse than what you just went through.