The Magical Librarian

You walked into your library with an extra-large grin on your face. What had once been a chaotic cacophony of scrolls and tomes was now meticulously organized shelves of knowledge and enjoyable fiction.

A book magically whizzed by your head as you made your way to your librarian’s desk, adorned with a handsome-looking man on the cover. You grinned as you followed the book around a corner, finding Esme's face buried in an erotic novel as the book guiding you to her settled in her queue.

“Esme, my dearest. What are you up to now?” you asked as you approached the gorgeous woman in a sensual strut.

Esme perked up from her reading stupor the moment your voice hit her ears. She placed her book down gently and looked at you through her lovely cat-eye glasses with a half-lidded, sultry gaze.

“Oh, hello, master,” she cooed while her hand idly spun a loose strand of hair that had broken free from her messy auburn bun. “I was just perusing the various romance novels you have and rating them on how sensual the author's language is.”

You smirked and walked behind the desk, the librarian's curvaceous body on full display. She was wearing her usual top with a plunging neckline, revealing generous cleavage, and an impossibly tight skirt combo with dainty little heeled shoes that pushed out her butt in a delectable way.

“All that magical talent and an endless well of knowledge at your disposal, and this is what you spend your time doing?” you teased as you stepped behind Esme and held her close. The slutty librarian looked back at you, biting her lip.

“Well, master, surely when you are searching for late-night reading material, a list of the most scintillating novels would be helpful,” she replied as she rubbed her butt against your crotch playfully.

You smiled and cupped her generous bust in your hands. “I suppose you are right, my dear. Do tell me how the book you were reading ranks.

Esme moaned as your hand ran over her nipple, which was poking playfully through her blouse. “It’s quite a lurid tale, master. A centaur hunter takes in a peasant girl in the forest and provides for her. The romance is exquisite.”

“A monster taking in a beautiful woman? I like it already,” you say before kissing Esme's neck, running your fangs over her neck playfully.

Esme shivered in delight under your spell. “Ahh,” she let out involuntarily in a sweet, needy voice.

You pulled back off her neck with a smile. “And how are the sex scenes?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Exquisite,” she answered. “The author's description of the centaur dick claiming the girl is simply marvelous. I know it’s not anatomically feasible, but every word makes me want to impale myself on a dick as large as his.”

Esme looked back at you, face red and full of a need you were all too familiar with.

“Well,” you began with a mischievous smile. “Through the wonders of magic, perhaps we can find a solution to your body's natural resistance to taking a penis so large. Perhaps we could even find you a centaur to enjoy?”

Esme turned around to face you, hands pressed on the desk behind her. With the most serious face the horny librarian could give, she started speaking.

“Centaurs are fun, but this girl has a taste for dragon dick only,” she said in a husky whisper, pulling her skirt up to reveal a dripping wet snatch unrestrained from any pantied undergarments.

You grinned and pulled your loincloth aside, letting your erection free from its own meager confines, and took a step forward, pushing Esme gently against her desk.

“A horny, lovely librarian in love with her dragon master,” you cooed as you lined your dick up and pressed it to her moist entrance. “That sounds like a great plot for one of your novels.”

With a deft thrust, you pushed into the woman. Esme moaned loudly. You playfully put a clawed finger over her lips.

“Quiet, dear. We are in a library, after all.”

Esme nodded and gave a pleasured sigh as you began to pump in and out of her pussy. She was as moist and hot as she was when you first claimed her.

A curious soul, hungry for knowledge, twisted and morphed to become the wanton slut, currently taking mental notes on how a dragon's penis feels in her cunt. Much better than an old boring sorcerer.

“Master, ah,” she whispered. “You are, ah, so, ah, big.”

You gave a toothy grin as you increased your pace. The bitches pussy was heavenly and squeezed your dick lovingly as you filled her again and again. Books and quills jostled off the desk as it creaked with every thrust.

“Oh fuck,” Esme cried, shuddering as her eyes rolled back into her head.

You breathed a heavy sigh as you reached your own climax, sending ropes of semen into the librarian's cunt. Each squirt had the librarian quivering in rapturous delight. Your orgasm was not quite as intense, but was enjoyable nonetheless.

With a happy groan, you pulled out of the panting librarian who whined as she felt your dick leave her hungry womb. A slurry of seed and her natural lubrication drained out on the floor with a lewd splatter.

Esme adjusted her glasses and fumbled around for her wand momentarily before her grasping hand took hold of the stick. With a flick of her wrist, the mix of cum floated up from the floor and back into her waiting snatch.

Esme shivered as it entered her and shot you a naughty grin. “Can't have master's library get messy, can I?” she asked playfully. “It belongs in there anyway.”

She gave you a sultry wink, leading you to smile ear to ear. You couldn't have picked a better caretaker for your library if you tried.