CHAPTER 111

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.

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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.