Kendra Lust Librarian Novels & Stories

Lizz said, furling her eyebrows in thought. “Well yeah, does seem odd…hang on, what did you call your boss?” Rex asked, changing his topic when he heard the words ‘curator’ like he had heard that title somewhere before. “Your idea of exciting and mine are two different things girl” Nessa said with a slight chuckle and an eye roll. Pinching her face to Nessa, she turned to face Rex, “She is the Head Librarian, Curator Ocron, she is in charge of the great library here.”

A slow smile lights up her face and she nods, preening lightly, “Well, I was going to say congratulations, on the Moon Jubilee. It was spectacular, and there’s really no other word for it.” I smile indulgently, “Thank you very much. I’m glad everyone enjoyed it.” She nods and looks away, this time with a slight blush coloring her cheeks, “I also wanted to ask if I could help you with what you’re looking for. Is it a work of fiction or some bit of pack history? I’m the assistant librarian, and we barely get anyone in the library lately, except for the random few of course.” I heave a breath of relief when I hear that because hells, I was starting to get a little bit frustrated.

“I don't think so.” “Where are you headed now?” She halts, her eyes widens as a softer smile plays on her lips, Library... of course.” I follow her eyes up and notice Kendra has walked us to the library door. “Are you coming?” she gestures to the entrance with a head nod. “It will be my pleasure.” I push open the door and waited as she step inside. Following her into the library, I wondered why she spend most of her time in the library if she is not in class instead of socializing. I won’t he surprised If she has a reserved seat.

Every free moment, when she wasn’t wallowing in dismay over her less-than-stellar academic performance, was spent here, browsing the shelves for a story that would whisk her away completely. Today, she clutched the latest title in her collection, "The Tides of the Myrtle," a captivating adventure that kept her up way past her bedtime, turning pages under the moonlight, each chapter leaving her eager for more. She desperately sought the second book in the series to uncover its expertly woven mysteries, but her limited allowance meant a bookstore visit wasn’t feasible. With a sigh, Katherine made her way to the librarian's desk, a warm light amid the dimness of the library. Mrs. Hogan, a sweet

"I'm going to check-out this pussy as often as I can. "Si," breathed Coach Rodriguez. "You are a great addition to the staff," panted Mr. Love. * * * Mr. Love's words were just what a free-use librarian like Ms. Waters wanted to hear. She knew she would be a very popular member of the staff going forward. * * * Kirsten finished her latest story and flung herself on her bed. She rubbed her cunt, thinking about her next story. Thinking about Ms. Salazar, the home ec club adviser. She had a thing for a married teacher, or so Kirsten suspected. Wouldn't it be hot if she used the girls in her class to lure him into an affair?

Kyra found the huge library easily enough with the help of an Omega. The smell of old books and dust greeted her the moment she entered the library. It took Kyra ten minutes to walk from one end to the other. The labyrinth of books with thick worn out spines are neatly arranged on the wooden shelves. Rows and rows of books are placed, one row older than the other. Centuries old history of the Lycan's and the Werewolfs was proudly displayed in one section. Another section belongs to their medical knowledge. Moon goddess, Vampires, golden wolves and so on. You name it this library has it.

Furious with the fact that her body was responding to Minerva’s expert touch, she shuddered with repulsion. “Come on,” Minerva teased. “I can see that you like it. Give me a nibble and I’ll answer a question. Deal?” Kendra was at a loss over what to do. She needed to know more about where she was and what to expect and it seemed that the only way that she was going to find out was to give in to this lesbian queen. She saw no way out of it. She worried about giving the woman a little when her body clearly wanted a lot. What was happening?

It made my chest ache. "Fine." Kieran's voice was rough. "Library. I'll be right outside the door." "I don't need you to—" "Right. Outside. The door." He wasn't asking. Thessara sighed but didn't argue. She led me down a hallway lined with photos—pack members in both forms, running through forests, gathered around bonfires. Family pictures. History. The library was smaller than I expected. Books floor to ceiling, a fireplace, two worn leather chairs. She closed the door and the noise from the main hall cut off.

"A-and you can see…if I would manifest an ability for magic? If I will be able to cast the Darkness away?" Khas smiled. "You're the Lahnthean Aria, Kiran. Cast your doubts away and believe it." He turned away and opened the double doors in front of them. He led her inside a room that closely resembled the underground library, save for the reduced number of bookshelves and the variety of paintings, tapestries, and sculptures adorning its walls. "Welcome to my quarters. Please feel at home." *** "Did you design the library?" Kiran curiously asked after taking a sip of the tea that Khas prepared for her. She had her legs tucked under as she sat plopped on the living room sofa.

“I wish Elara could tag along, but she's out trying to convince Sage's spy to help me. I hoped to see him tomorrow or before I leave for Lunaris. We walked into the library and my steps slowed. The place felt overwhelming, like I had walked into a cathedral made for books instead of prayers. The ceiling arched so high above me that it almost made me dizzy to look at it, and the chandelier hanging there glittered with bright lights. Those shelves stretched up to the ceiling, lined with books that looked older than I imagined. The whole room smelled of leather and polish. My eyes landed on the desk in front of the tall windows, and a middle-aged woman sat there with reading glasses. She had sh