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"How did you change the future?" she asked.
He mumbled something into her breast, then allowed the magic to flow back into her.
"Oh, fuck yes!" she cried, and rode him hard enough that he feared for the chair's existence. Again, as her cries built up, he withdrew the magic and held onto it. It was no different than holding back an orgasm of his own, and he delighted in the pseudo-orgasm she experienced.
"Maybe you need a better angle?" he suggested.
"Don't talk to me, peasant," she replied, and he held in a laugh. When she pulled herself off of him, she left behind a puddle of lubrication, the front of his pants now damp with both of their fluids.
Sofia pulled the chair away from the wall and spun it so that Mike now faced the shelves. She moved between him and the wall and sat on his lap.
"You've got a phenomenal ass," he told her and meant it. From where he sat, her plump rear filled his lap. Out of habit, he tried to run his hands along her curves, but was stymied by the fact that he was still bound to the chair. He watched in fascination as she held onto the shelves and slid her ass along his lap and trapped his cock between her buttcheeks.
"You're lucky you get to see it," she told him, then moved back and forth, rubbing her body along his dick.
"C'mon, just a little bit farther," he begged, but she was hellbound on fucking with him. It was like a lapdance, her ass pressing against him and then moving away, and she would occasionally lean back, putting all of her body weight onto his hips.
She finally leaned forward and grabbed his cock from between her legs, then maneuvered it so his glans pressed up against her vulva.
"Beg me for it," she told him.
"Please, Sofia. Please let me fuck you." His magic was boiling inside him, desperate to be released once more.
"You don't get to say my name," she told him. "You will refer to me by my title as Head Librarian!"
"Fuck me, Ms. uh, Head Librarian!" He couldn't think straight, and she lifted herself up, disconnecting them. His arms and legs now pulsed with erotic energy, and he couldn't take his eyes off of those beautiful swollen labia that dripped just above the head of his cock.
"I said beg!" she yelled, then tightened her grip on his shaft.
The magic gathered up in his cock and blasted out with a hiss and a pop, entering Sofia's body.
He heard her gasp, and then she forced herself down on him so hard that he heard the chair crack. Using the shelves for support, she rode him this way and growled, occasionally flailing about with her arms and legs. The chair rocked beneath them, and through the haze of heat and sex, he briefly worried that it might break.
The energy bounced around inside of her and he could see the sparks forming on her skin.
Sofia took a deep breath and let out a scream, her arms spreading out along the shelves and knocking books to the floor. As she flailed about, riding the crest of her orgasm, she shoved a stack of books to the side that caused a domino effect. Books toppled over until the last one, a particularly thick tome, tilted to the side and pushed against the librarian's staff.
Mike couldn't help but watch as the staff swung left and bounced against the wall of the shelves hard enough that it rolled back toward Sofia. However, it caught the edge of a book as it fell, which pushed it toward the two of them. The cyclops wasn't paying any attention, and when the staff bounced off of her hips, she froze in place.
The polished wooden shaft came to rest in Mike's outstretched hand. He had been trying to catch it before it hit the floor, just in case the gem up top was fragile, but a sudden rush of energy blew through him. For a moment, he felt his senses expand and fill the room, and he was able to sense each individual book around him. Whole categories of keywords spread out in his mind like magical spreadsheets, and the green gem pulsated with energy as it connected to him.
Time snapped back to normal, and he clenched the staff tightly in his hand, careful not to drop it. He looked at Sofia's hands, clutching the hard, wooden shelves before her, and a wicked idea entered his mind.
"Ligma." After so much experience in the Dreamscape, he had no problems visualizing exactly what he wanted to happen. The staff's magic felt like warmth leaving his body, and as the wooden bands that trapped his wrists folded back into the chair, new ones emerged from the shelves and pinned Sofia's arms in place, forming thick shackles along her forearms..
"What...how..." She looked over her shoulder at him, her eye wide in alarm. "What's happening?"
"Oh, I think you know." Using his hands, he scooted back from her and pulled his cock free. She was now crouched in front of him, her arms spread-eagle on the shelves. "I'm just turning the tables on you."
"But I don't understand. The staff is keyed to the Head Librarian, nobody else can use it."
Oh. He looked at the staff, and then back at the wide ass of the beautiful woman in front of him. It probably had to do with his own magic, but right now, the blood in his body had been designated for something other than thinking.
"Guess there's a position above Head Librarian," he said, then smacked her ass with his free hand. She let out a shout and flinched, her knees buckling slightly. He gave her another slap and moved past her hips to appraise her. She was staring straight ahead, her eye unfocused and her mouth open wide.
He grabbed her hair and yanked on it, causing her head to tilt back, then leaned in close.
"Safe word?" he whispered.
"O...overdue books," she whimpered.
He was about to move away when he realized he couldn't tell if she was using the safe word or designating it. "So, wait, do you want to stop, or—"
"You're such a dumbass," she muttered. "Can't even do this right, can you? Just give me back the—ow!"
Mike had slid his belt out of its loops and folded it in half before cracking her on the ass. A red line had formed, and he worried that he had taken it too far, but Sofia kept the safe word to herself. Satisfied that he was on the right track, he examined the butt of the staff while walking behind her.
"Pathetic," he told her as he gave her ass a few light slaps with the belt. "Had me all trussed up like a Christmas ham and I still managed to escape. What was it you told me? Something about my luck and fucking away my problems?"
"Fuck you, little ma—ngh!" The crack of his belt echoed across the room.
"After all the things you made me do, you think I'm going to let you off easy?" He set the staff down on the table, then popped a piece of cheese in his mouth and sipped at his wine. "It's too bad we're so far away from the others, I bet they would laugh at how you look right now."
Sofia groaned, and a large dribble of fluid splashed on the floor between her legs.
"I rather like this side of you," he told her, then swatted at her hips with the belt. She cried out, then moaned when he penetrated her with his free hand. "There's a lot less of your mouth to deal with."
"Fuck you," she growled.
"No. Fuck you." He had already lined himself up and slid into her with no resistance. She moaned and her hips swiveled as she tried to back herself onto him.
He placed one hand on her hip for balance and leaned to the side to marvel at her pendulous breasts. Smiling in satisfaction, he reached forward and pinched her nipple. She shrieked, and he smacked her ass again with the belt.
"This really is the best side of you," he told her, then rubbed the welt that had formed. She let out a sigh and he gave her a few hard thrusts that pushed her face into the shelves. "Well now, that simply won't do, you could hurt yourself."
He grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her head back just long enough to slip the looped belt over her head and around her neck. He didn't pull hard, it was just enough to keep her head tilted, and the series of gasps and moans told him he was absolutely on the right track.
"Yeah, that's right, get fucked like the cum dumpster you are." He raised his hand and brought it down hard, but twisted away at the last second. Sofia moaned as her future sight gave her the experience of the slap but reality stole it away. He alternated tugging on the belt and slapping her ass, doing his best to change tactics at the last second.
Sofia gasped for air that filled her lungs, then shrieked from slaps that never connected. She had rapidly evolved into a panting mess, and he undid the belt and yanked back on her ponytail.
"The worst part is how much you want it, isn't it?" he asked, making small pumps with his hips.
"You're beneath me," she growled. "Pathetic, whiny ass...no!"
Mike had pulled his cock out of her and was casually slapping it on her tailbone. He absolutely admired how bubbly her butt looked in this bent over position, then teased her soaking wet folds with the head of his cock.
"You can't have it back unless you beg for it," he told her, dragging the head of his cock just across her open folds. "And I don't mean pretty please. I mean actual begging."
She gritted her teeth and forced herself backward, but he stepped away. It was a fun game for a minute as she tried to force herself onto him while he pulled away, but he saw the staff on the table and got a devilish idea.
When he stepped away from her, she groaned, but when he came back with the staff, she went quiet. He flipped it over, examined the bottom of it, then stepped back and gave it a casual swing.
THWACK! The end of the stick caught her squarely across both butt cheeks, and she shrieked, her legs now vibrating beneath her. He swung again, this time much harder, and raised it at the last second. Though he missed, she saw the alternate timeline and let out another howl.
"I'm not hearing any begging," he told her, then playfully swatted her ass again. "I'm going soft right now, too, and once it's gone, I'll probably leave you here."
This was by far the biggest lie he had told, because he was rock hard and ready to burst. His magic swirled around inside him, desperate to escape. He gave his cock a couple of good pumps and then touched Sofia's asshole with his finger. A spark jumped between them and she hopped forward, muttering something in a language he didn't recognize.
"Excuse me?" he asked, then zapped her again. This was even more fun than the staff, because his cock tingled every time he did it.
"...more..."
"What? Can't hear you?" He zapped her again, then went to smack her ass with the staff. Another idea came to him and he looked at the butt of the staff.
"Fuck...me..." she muttered. He teased her pussy with his hands, then transferred the fluid to the staff itself.
"I'm the Head Librarian now, I deserve some respect," he informed her, then smacked her ass with his hand.
"You're such a bastard," she moaned, her cheeks flushed. She looked over her shoulder, her eye glowing with intensity. "Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard."
He tilted the staff forward and winked at her. "You forgot to call me sir."
When he pushed the butt of the staff inside of her, she screamed so loud that his ears rang. Pinned to the wall, she did an amusing hop up and down as he used the staff like a makeshift dildo, careful to keep it from sliding too far in. In the middle of one of her shrieks, she hollered something unintelligible, so he held still to listen in case it was the safe word.
"Li...ligma," she moaned, and the staff lit up. The wooden bands around her hands vanished into the shelves and she spun around, the staff clattering to the ground.
Okay, didn't foresee this happening, Mike thought, and Sofia pounced on him. She easily tackled him to the ground, her pendulous breasts swinging in his face as she forcibly mounted him. With his wrists pinned to the ground, all he could do was lie there as she rode him, her cheeks and chest glowing brightly as if sun burned.
"Fuck, you, fuck, you, fuck...fuck..." she gritted her teeth and sat up straight on top of him. The feeling of a bigger, stronger woman on top of him was too much, and his orgasm snuck up on him. When he came, it was like molten fire leaving his body, and the room went dark as he came so hard his vision dimmed.
His magic coiled around the cyclops and formed into a swirling vortex that looked very similar to a tornado. Her scream was lost to the roaring sound in his ears as the magic carried both of them away on a recurring cycle of bliss, and by the time Sofia collapsed on top of him, he had lost count of how often he had blown his load deep inside of her.
Time passed, but neither of them said a word. Eventually, Sofia sat up and looked down at him, an odd expression on her face. Her long, twisted braid dangled over her shoulder and brushed lightly against his chin.
When he opened his mouth to ask what was up, she kissed him. His head swirled with the intensity of her tongue on his, and when she finally let him go, she covered his lips with her finger before he could speak.
"Shhh," she whispered. "No talking in the Library."
He obeyed.
Mike stepped out of the Library with his books and set them down on the desk. He looked back over his shoulder to see Sofia smirking at him.
"Coming back with me?" he asked.
"No. I've got some research to get done. There are a few things I want to look into. Drop by if you need me. For anything." She blinked (which he suspected was a wink) and then pulled on the magic book, causing her to vanish in a flash of light.
"Augh." He rubbed at his eyes, trying to chase away the spots. In the process of blinking rapidly, he felt a strong, bony hand grab his shoulder.
"Mike Radley," Death said, his voice unusually loud. "I see you have returned from the Library."
"Yeah. Needed to do some research. Found some potential leads, do you mind if I use the desk?"
"Not at all, Mike Radley." Death picked up his tea and his teapot. "I am in need of some refreshment. Would you like some tea as well?"
Mike sat down in the chair and looked up at the Grim Reaper. Though his face was made of bone, there was an expectant air about Death, much like an excited child.
"Yeah, sure. Why the hell not?"
"I shall bring an extra cup," Death declared and then walked out of the room. Once he was through the doorway, a dark face peered around the corner, green eyes open wide.
"Oh, hey, Kisa," Mike began, but she bolted, and he heard her run across the house and then out the back door. He sighed. The home's newest resident was a bit aloof, but he figured he would get a chance to talk to her eventually. For now, he would get a chance to look through what he had found.
He flipped through the pages of the books, smiling at the little bookmarks Sofia had put in them so he could go straight to the good parts. Each one had a perfectly drawn eye on it, and he couldn't help but think about how she had felt pressed against him.
Eager to avoid explaining an errant erection to the grim reaper, he flipped through the first couple of books. Apparently traveling to the Underworld was a lot like Woodstock; plenty of people went, but everyone had a hard time remembering what had happened there. One of the books had some fairly vivid imagery of a man being torn apart by demons as a result of accidentally opening a portal into Hell by mistake.
The smell of Earl Grey filled the room as Death walked in, carrying a small tray. He set the tray down on the desk and pulled up a chair across from Mike.
"What is it you are working on, Mike Radley?" Death filled his cup and then poured some tea for Mike.
"Remember when I went to go see the faerie queen?"
"Ah yes. I remember it like it was yesterday." Death took a long sip of his tea. Steam floated up out of his eye sockets, and the tiny flames inside turned blue. "Or maybe it was? I lose track of time quite easily."
"Don't you burn your..." Mike realized that the question was dumb and let it drop. "How is it?" he asked instead.
"Very good, Mike Radley. Out of the many things I have enjoyed on the material plane, I dare say that tea is my favorite." Death sipped again. "I like how it warms me from the inside and fills me with vim and vigor."
"Yeah, sure." He pulled his cup toward him and noticed the bowl of sugar cubes on the tray. He added a couple of cubes to his tea and stirred it. "Well, we didn't get my friend back. However, the queen gave me a task that I can accomplish that will allow me to bring her home."
"Ah, a quest!" Death leaned back in his chair. "I have met many an adventurer who has gone on such a thing. Granted, the ones I met had failed. There was much disappointment on their part."
"Yeah, well, my quest is supposedly impossible. I need to travel through the Underworld to get back to the faerie realm. I imagine that won't be a walk in the park either."
"Mmm." Death stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. Mike swirled his tea around and gave it a tentative sip. He wasn't a tea person, but figured he may as well learn how to drink it.
"Yeah, so Sofia and I went through some books in the Library and we hope to find a way to get there."
"Getting to the Underworld is quite easy, Mike Radley."
Mike rolled his eyes. "Well, yeah, dying gets you sent there, so I get it."
Death shook his head. "I am not referring to the act of dying. You need to simply open the appropriate portal."
"Easier said than done." Much like the faerie realm, the rats had been unable to make any headway. The Underworld was on another plane of existence, and Reggie had been unable to make any headway on the problem. "Some of these books make reference to a portal that can be traveled through, but none of them even hint at where to find one."
"Ah, yes. I have met many men and women during such an endeavor." The Grim Reaper nodded knowingly, then drank some more tea. "They, too, suffered some disappointment. At least they got to go there in the end, I suppose."
Mike laughed. "Well, I fully intend to come back, so we need a better way. What's frustrating is the Underworld is a pretty broad term, so even if I get there, I need to find my way to the faerie realm without getting lost and ending up somewhere bad."
"Like Hell, Mike Radley?"
"Hell would be on the top of my list for places I don't want to go." He pulled a piece of paper out of the desk and drew a circle. "From what I understand, there's a place called Purgatory that kind of acts as a giant lobby for the Underworld." He drew a circle on one side and labeled it Earth. "Now, some places overlap Earth, like Hell or the faerie realm." He drew two more circles, making a chain along the edge of Purgatory. "Now I don't know if Purgatory will get me there, but if I can find a path that avoids anywhere bad, then I should be fine."
Death leaned forward and gazed at Mike's diagram for several seconds. Suddenly, the Grim Reaper stood, nearly spilling his tea. He picked up the piece of paper and held it close to his face.
"Mike Radley! Do you realize what this means?" Death lowered the paper in awe, his jaw hanging open.
"No, what?" Excited, Mike rose and crossed to the other side to look at the diagram.
"You have created a map!" The specter held the paper up triumphantly. "I have never seen one created before. All it took was a bit of paper, and some ink, and—"
Mike groaned and went back to his chair as Death rambled on excitedly about what had just transpired. While he appreciated the enthusiasm, disappointment was sinking in.
Every fiber in his being fought him right now, crying out for him to fight his way back to the faerie realm. He knew it was a terrible idea, but knowing that Cecilia was in a cage had put a massive hole in his heart, and it would remain unfilled until he could save her. Scowling, he picked up his tea and took a sip, careful not to burn his lips.
