The Assistant Librarian

She made a note of all the definitions of Erotic she could find and went downstairs to find more books on the subject. There had to be some reason those books were shelved separately. As she flipped through the card catalog, she felt like the books were laughing at her. {That's only because they were.} She turned to Twurps All The Discworld's Majic, the ultimate reference encyclopedia for the thaumatologically inclined {Wizards cannot say anything with one syllable while they have an extra dozen syllables lying around unused}

"What'cha looking up?" came a voice from behind her. She recognized that voice by the way she felt like she was going to melt. It was Cayson Ewart. Except for the funny name, Cayson was a quiet, serious young man who took up studying thaumatology only because he was good at it. His heart wasn't in the entire academic scene, the four enormous meals a day {plus tea}, and the backstabbing {with real knives} that it took to advance in the wizarding world. If he didn't have a scholarship, he would be in some other school learning something useful. Wasp husbandry or silo design, something he could use. He wanted to get his schooling done, then move to a small town on the Sto Plains, or maybe a village in Klatch, and become the village doctor. He knew witches can be doctors. Why not wizards?

Cayson was the student wizard that inspired many a confusing tingle in Alissa. It never occurred to her that there was something that could be done about those tingles.

"I'm researching these," Alissa held up the list of words that she was looking up. Cayson knew what they meant. However, he had no experience that allowed him to express what the words really meant. He had vague ideas floating around in his head, but the closest he has been to a naked woman was when his older sister accidentally changed clothes in front of a partially open door. At least he was aware of the differences between men and women.

"Interesting list, none of these ever came up in any of my classes or research," said Cayson.

"We have a book entitled Thaumatic Accumulation Through Erotic Stimuli and it sounded interesting," said Alissa.

"It does...I mean it does," said Cayson, his voice harsh in his dry throat. He wondered what Alissa looked like under her robes and dresses. She's a lot rounder in places than his sister.

"It says here that in Jamaluddin Halim Al Su'ud's book 'Muntasaf Allayl fi Alwaha' it is said that thaum may quickly be obtained through erotic stimulation when two study the Unsacred Texts of Alyad together."

"Do you have the 'Unsacred Texts of Alyad?'" asked Cayson.

"Let's find out," said Alissa and she led Cayson to the card catalog and searched for Unsacred Texts. "Unsacred Texts" was an extremely popular way to name a book containing magical spells, or books that the author wanted you to think contained magical spells. Several Unsacred Texts were cookbooks promising unholy good double chocolate cakes, tarts, and pies.

The Unsacred Texts took up an entire drawer of the card catalogue and it took some work, but eventually she found it, Unsacred Texts of Alyad. She recognized that dewy decimal system location. The texts were far above their heads.

"How are you at climbing?" she asked with a grin, and soon she was leading him up the tall ladder that reached almost to the glass dome that was the roof. While he caught his breath and tried not to look down at the maze of bookshelves, Alissa searched the books of the Plain Brown Paper Wrapper section. "Here we go, the Unsacred Texts of Alyad." The Unsacred Texts of Alyad spanned at least eight volumes, so Alissa started at the beginning. She pulled a plain brown book from the shelf and flipped it open. She read the title page and said, "This book is written in multiple voices."

"What do you mean?" asked Cayson.

"You haven't run into that yet? It's used in magic texts to insure more than one person reads it. I'll be able to read some parts but not others. You'll be able to read the parts that I can't."

"How is that possible?" asked Cayson.

"You're the wizard, you tell me," said Alissa, and she handed the book to Cayson. They sat down on the balcony and he began reading to himself. "Read it to me, please?" She enjoyed Cayson's company, and she liked to hear his voice.

"Ok... it's a story... a young princess has been captured by a foreign prince... they secretly love each other but their parents are at war..."

"I'm not seeing where you can accumulate thaum with that," said Alissa. {Her exploration into romantic novels has yet to suit up for that journey}

Cayson began reading out loud. "Princess Jamila found she was trapped in a long, narrow corridor. She looked at her unknown assailant and was terrified. The assailant was large and fearful with muscular arms and legs. All she could see of his face was his penetrating black eyes peering at her from above his face scarf. Those eyes were piercing. It was like he could see through the silk of her light blouse and drink in the sight of her breasts. Her nipples grew hard under his gaze. 'Stop it!' she screamed in terror, and in response, her captor pulled off his scarf. It was her love, Prince Samir."

As Cayson read, Alissa could feel the piercing gaze of her captor. She felt her nipples harden along with Princess Jamila's nipples. In the past, Alissa felt her nipples harden, mostly due to cold weather or a cold bath. She's never experienced it because of some guy's gaze. Usually, the gaze of some man caused her fists to harden and start swinging. Now she's finding herself tingling like Cayson described Princess Jamila doing, and when Prince Samir was revealed, Jamila and Alissa felt their hearts leap and ache for him. Alissa felt tingles happening lower, where no man has ever seen.

In the story the two young lovers were captured by the evil Grand Vizier and just then, "I can't read it anymore," said Cayson. "It's all out of focus."

"That means it's my turn," said Alissa. She took the book from Cayson and leaned back against the balcony railing and started reading. "... the Grand Vizier, Sabri Al Yusha, had other plans for the two lovers. They were carried off in the night to the Grand Vizier's hidden palace in Ecbatana. There, in the depths of the dungeon, they were jailed in cells across the hall from each other, and if they talked to each other, the guard would go into Prince Samir's cell and beat him as a punishment."

Alissa turned the page and continued reading. "Then come the day that Sabri Al Yusha devised the most evil of tortures. Yusha's guards dragged the lovers from their cells to a beautiful bath in the center of his harem. Prince Samir was chained to a wall and the huge men disappeared and when Princess Jamila tried to free Samir, a dozen beautiful women from all over Klatch entered the bath. Wearing only silk, they grabbed Jamila and led her to the bath. She struggled but one of the girls whispered in her ear, 'We're not here to hurt you, we are only bathing you for your lover.' They gently removed all of Jamila's clothing and for the first time in her life she was naked before a man. She felt an excitement course through her as her lover drank in the sight of her body, her firm round breasts, her tiny narrow waist and her round hips."

The story went on about the beautiful harem girls leading Princess Jamila into the fragrant bath and bathing her, and how Princess Jamilia groaned in delight at their touches. Cayson and Alyssa handed the book back and forth as they read the story. The teasing and titillation went on and on and the two young readers, barely out of their teens, could magically see in their minds the actions that the text described. Although they didn't understand the salacious parts of what the text was describing, it had an effect on them. The story wasn't much. The Evil Grand Vizier would describe many ways that Princess Jamila was touched, bathed, oiled, perfumed, then she and Prince Samir were chained just out of reach of each other, going out of their minds with desire.

Alissa and Cayson were also going out of their minds with desire and their hands were straying to parts of their bodies that were only touched when bathing. Alissa's hand started straying into her blouse and her fingertips touched a tingling nipple, which caused her to gasp at the thrill it caused.

"Not much of a story," said Alissa, as she put the book back on the shelf with trembling hands. She realized that there was an empty feeling in her where she rarely had feelings other than an occasional cramp. And there was a mysterious moisture there.

"For literature it was weak. There was no real climax," said Cayson, not realizing he just uttered his very first double entendre. The story didn't have a climax for any of its participants {other than the evil vizier who had a harem girl performing acts on him that Alissa and Cayson were unable to understand.} Cayson took the next book off the shelf and read the title. Unsacred Texts of Alyad Volume 2.

"Did you gain any thaums?" asked Alissa as she stepped onto the ladder that would take them down.

"Yes," said Cayson, who was embarrassed to say how many thaums he gained. It was actually quite a few. He now had the highest number of thaums he has ever attained. He slipped the Unsacred Texts of Alyad Volume 2 under his robes and followed her down the ladder.

"How do you tell?" she asked. They were now carefully climbing down the wobbly thirty foot high ladder.

"You incite Gorgon's Thaumatic Totalizer. It's a simple spell, I can teach it to you. You close your eyes and say Ostende Mihi Thaum, and if you have any thaum accumulated it will show you."

She knew this language, it was ancient Latatian, it meant 'Show Me The Thaum.' She closed her eyes and said Ostende Mihi Thaum and in glowing numerals, the number 25 appeared to her. "I got thaum!"

She looked up to say something about her thaum and she realized she could see up his robes. To her surprise, she discovered he had a throbbing manhood just like Prince Samir! What was that other thing... his pulsating passion? Does that mean she has a quivering yoni like Princess Jamila? Her mind went back to the story of the two lovers aching for each other's touch but denied that touch and forced to watch each other endure some other delightful torture. That has to be what titillation means!

Halfway down the ladder, a bookshelf extended perpendicular to the wall, and she stepped off on to the top of the wide bookshelf. When Cayson reached her level, she tugged his robes and urged him to step off the ladder onto the top of the bookshelf with her. The top of the bookshelf was wide, and the edges were lined with leafy and flowering plants tall enough to hide behind. The shelf extended out into the library by fifty feet. "I've never had a man in my bedroom before," said Alissa.

"This is your bedroom?" said Cayson as he crawled on hands and knees behind her. "Can't everyone see you?"

"Not if I'm laying down," said Alissa. "Who would look up here anyhow?" {The magical nature of the library makes the shelves look nearly endless in all directions. But since all libraries are connected, in theory the shelves really are endless} "And the librarian's room is over there."

"That's his desk." Cayson looked, and it appeared to be off in the distance, lost in the maze of bookshelves. It was like when a day hiker pauses in his climb up a mountain and cries out in the mantra of all those new to mountain climbing, "I can see my house from up here!"

"He sleeps under it," said Alissa. She reclined on her cushion in boneless pleasure and asked, "Did you understand that story?"

"Not really," said Cayson. "The torture was to see each other not get tortured? Wouldn't that be the opposite of torture?"

"The narrative kept saying that the torture was not getting fulfillment," said Alissa. "What were they not fulfilling?" The text didn't say what went unfulfilled, but she was aching from experiencing the massages and gentle hands oiling her smooth skin, the baths where hands were running over her wet skin, touching her in places she rarely touched herself and she found moisture where she wished she was drier.

"Maybe that question is answered in this volume," said Cayson, who was aching in places that made him glad he wasn't kicked there. He pulled Volume Two of The Unsacred Texts of Alyad out of his robes.

"You didn't check that out," she said.

"It hasn't left the library," Cayson defended himself. They sat next to each other and opened the cover. The title page said that this book was written in two voices also, but instead of a fantasy story, it was a sensual road atlas of the erotic portions of the human body. Nervously, Cayson looked around and asked, "It the head librarian here?"

"No, he's on a round-world called Erp looking for a good copy of The Necronomicon. Our copy picked a fight with the Octavo over who was more evil and all we found of The Necronomicon was the binding's spine and a few gum wrappers that were being used as bookmarks in The Necronomicon hanging out of the Octavo."

"Round-world?" chuckled Cayson. "That's funny." {Everyone knew that a round-world was scientifically impossible. The moment it rotated; everyone would fly off into space. And how could the turtle carry it? It would roll off its turtle's shell.}

Alissa put her lips near Cayson's ear and said in a breathy whisper, "they exist."

A shiver went down Cayson's spine, not from her assertion that round-worlds exist {silly girl!} but from the closeness of her. Her breast pressed against his arm and her lips felt so warm near his ear that he felt like he wanted her lips to remain there... but also find other places to be near.

Nervously, he cleared his throat and opened the book and began reading. "Any exploration of a woman's body starts at the feet," Cayson read. "The feet will carry the young lady for the rest of her life so they must be pampered with special care, a good warm soak at day's end does wonders for her feet and her nature."

Alissa felt her feet being soaked in a warm bath and being washed and massaged by strong hands. As Cayson read on, Alissa felt the need to take off her boots, but to her surprise they were off and so were her slightly mismatched stockings. {When all you wear are high top boots and ankle-length dresses, the desire to ensure that your stockings were matched fades.}

"Next are the ears, these are surprisingly sensitive to gentle touches, licks, and playful nips..."

In Alissa's mind, she felt the nips and licks on her ears. It was all strangely thrilling. It felt much better than what the text described. When he read about The Neck, she felt the kisses, licks, and 'love bites' and the suckling of a spot behind her ear that sent incredible thrills through her body. Now Princess Jamilia's torture made sense to Alissa. She felt like she would go out of her mind if she didn't physically experience what Cayson was reading. "Don't read," she gasped, "Do it."

Cayson looked, and Alissa was sitting next to him. She had unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress and had bared her shoulders and her naked feet peeked out from under the hem of her skirt. These weren't the first bare feet he's seen. He used to catch crawdads in Parnell's creek with Jana Heikki and they would take off their shoes and socks. He'd hike up his trouser legs, and she'd hoist her skirts, but only as far as needed to catch the little crawling snacks.

But Alissa bared her shoulders! These were the first naked shoulders that Cayson had ever seen and, for some reason, he forgot how to breathe. Her skin was milky perfection, and he leaned over and kissed her shoulder, which cause a slight thrill in Alissa. Not the magical thrills they were experiencing from the books. Those felt wonderful, but they weren't real. The kisses that Cayson peppered her shoulder with caused genuine thrills in Alissa and the tiny gasps and coos that escaped her lips encouraged Cayson to produce more gasps is Alissa.

His lips reached her neck, and she purred with pleasure. She leaned back against him and tentatively, his arms surrounded her. As he kissed his way up her shoulder, she grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms around her tighter. "The woman's neck is quite sensitive to loving nips and suckling. The man must be aware of her reactions, act on the positive reactions, and try something else should he receive a negative reaction to his touch."

"Gods that's nice," said Alissa as Cayson nipped at her earlobe, driving completely unexpected thrills through her body. How come when she puts earrings on there's nothing, but when he nips at her earlobes there are fireworks that start at her ears and go down to her... "How can you do that and read at the same time?"

"I'm not reading," said Cayson.

The book was reading itself to them. Alissa had read a notice about this possibility, but that only applied to... Cayson's tongue tickling a spot on her neck just below and behind her ear caused her to gasp. He applied a little suction along with the tongue and she went out of her mind. The notice {or was it a warning?} in the book was driven from her mind and she silently groaned in pleasure. Her arm curled up and gently grasped his head, holding him to his task.

"The mans body can be just as sensitive and it is the wise woman who can keep that in mind." The book changed voices and was reading itself in a voice similar to Alissa's voice. "A wise woman knows that a man's tongue is quite sensitive, especially when stimulated with her tongue..."

Alissa twisted and pulled herself into Cayson's lap, and their lips met. They kissed gently, two, three, maybe four times, then...

"When you allow your tongues to meet a special thrill goes down both bodies and your minds begin to think as one, your hearts start to beat as one..."

The book was right. Alissa's and Cayson's kisses became hungry. They grasped at each other as their tongues entwined and their bodies pressed together.

"Do not be surprised if your man starts to unbutton your dress. It's your choice to stop him here, or to allow him to explore the mysteries you've been hiding from him..."

The book was talking to them directly now, not some generic audience. "Should we be doing this?" gasped Alissa between kisses.

Cayson's hand unbuttoned the upper part of her dress and was now approaching her unprotected breast. "I can't fight it myself," he gasped, and their eyes met. Her mirthful brown eyes met his ocean blue eyes, and they realized that neither could fight this spell they were trapped in on their own, it would have to take both of them working together to break out of this spell... and neither of them wanted that to happen.

Alissa's hand wrapped around Cayson's hand and guided him to her breast. She gasped as his hand closed around her delicious mound. She leaned forward and suckled at his neck like he did hers while the book softly urged them on. "Atop her breast lies her nipple, the focal point of nourishment for a newborn child, but until that time, her nipples are centers for exotic thrills and if you treat your woman right, a climax."

Cayson squeezed and pinched her nipple, twisting it between two fingers as the urge to... to do something more built in both innocent people, barely out of their teens. Alissa gave an extremely quiet cry of desire {she is a librarian, after all} and pulled at Cayson's robes, exposing his chest.