CHAPTER 109

She yanked his head back again and, while he was gasping for air, spit in his mouth.

"That's what I think of you, Caretaker," she told him as he choked on her saliva. "Nothing more than a thing to be used."

When she pulled him back in, he felt his magic twist inside him and then uncoil itself in his chest. As he buried his tongue in her rich, velvety folds, he felt the magic inside of him gather in the back of his throat. It took very little effort to release it, and a sensation similar to eating fizzy candy filled his mouth as the magic leapt up inside of Sofia.

She gasped and stumbled backward, her hands now running all along her body.

"What...what did you..." was all she got out, and she started stroking her pussy with one hand while the other undid the lace at the top of her gown to pull out her bountiful breasts. He saw the magic sparkling around the edges of her eye, and she moaned as if in heat, both of her hands squeezing her large breasts and pinching her giant nipples.

Her eye dilated and she growled at him.

Uh oh, he thought.

She straddled the chair and grabbed his cock, then sank down onto him. The chair groaned under their combined weight as she rode him with an intensity that was slightly terrifying. He buried his face in between her breasts to nibble and suck, grateful for the feeling of a warm, willing pussy around his dick.

"I fucking hate you, Caretaker," she snarled in his ear, then groaned as her orgasm approached.

Mike could feel his own magic inside her, bouncing around and wreaking havoc. He sucked on the closest nipple to him and willed the magic to return to his body.

There was a shift inside of him, and Sofia let out a brief cry, her eye glowing with her future sight. She grunted and looked down at him in disbelief.

"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.