A cacophony of wetness and piston movement was running rampant in the corner of Arcanaeum. A battle of sex ensued, begging for an audience.
“This is for insulting me, you bitch.”
Said Phinis Gector as he plunged his manhood untiringly into Otylia Antan. Every push he went for extra inches deep, in the hope to inflict more pain to his opponent.
“Uu-…nnh… Nnnuh……”
Being hold up like a puppet, Otylia was the receiving end of his rage. The ragged woman muffled her moaning, and allowed the violation to continue.
“nnhahaha!”
A maniacal laugh from Phinis. Otylia’s entire form was under the abuser’s whim, her breasts billowed in the air like pendulums of lust.
Her face froze in agony, an expression few had the chance to witness. To alleviate the pain, Otylia snatched the “The Doors of Oblivion” on the floor, her fingers dug deep into the cover.
“Where are all that hubris a moment ago, huh!?”
But he cared naught for her suffering. Instead, to add more to it, he repeatedly slammed her head to the ground with her hair clutched in hand.
Amidst the violence, an orgasm spouted within Otylia. Her pupils shot up, her eyes went cloudy.
Beyond her expectation, the mage once provoked, could conjure up the might of a warrior. Especially when the force of gravity was in his favor. His manhood punished her flesh pot in downward thrusts.
The penetration finally came to a halt, as Phinis took a moment to recover. It gave Otylia the time to withdrew from the devil’s crotch, she scurried toward the opening around the counter, where Urag Gro-Shub – the keeper of Arcanaeum was stationed.
Obscured under the desk, her hands chafed all over her ravaged form. Her eyes gleamed at the approaching man with insatiable lust. She meant not to escape, but craved passionately the imminent copulation.
“Lord Gector. (clear throat) which gravedigger’s dossier is it you want this time?”
Asked Urag Gro-Shub. The grey-haired orc turned to Phinis as he closed in.
“You caught me in a bad time, Urag!”
“Regardless, I feel the need to remind you of the rule – all books and parchments do not leave their cabinets without my knowl-”
“I’m not in the mood for nonsense! Sod off!”
“Nonsense?! How dare you insult me in my Arcanaeum!”
While the conversation transpired, Otylia made her move on the meat rod twitching before her, a timely gift for the impatient woman.
“Just- leave me alone! Or- Uuu…”
“Or what, huh? What’s that stupid face you’re making?”
Asked Urag, he saw through composed demeanor, but what he could never expected, was the sacrilegious deed occurring in his esteemed library.
Hidden from his sight, Otylia's hand drove the shiny shaft right through her mouth for a wet embrace. Her soft lips stretched and molded as the slippery head rubbed against them.
“Do not turn your face away when I’m talking, you bone-raising coward!”
“(panting)Ffuuck……”
Urag’s insult passed straight through Phinis. Face down, the perverted Breton was greeted by a bewitching sight.
Erotic sounds emanated from the elongated face of Otylia. She deeply inhaled, and buried her face on the hardened cock.
“Nnnn…chupaa….nn….chupsss-”
“By the nine. you look like someone brought you bad sweetroll for supper. Ahahaha!”
Merely a step away from the depravity, the Orc jeered at the creased face of Phinis from across the counter.
Another huge, soul-draining intake from Otylia sent shivers down his spine, his hands clung onto the wooden desk to steady himself.
Despite his effort to endure, white liquid began to leak out from the top of the cock. Feeling the brink of ejaculation, she abruptly ended the fellatio.
The pulsing penis prodded up against her face, white semen on top, freshly squeezed. And like a painter refilling a brush, her pink lips stippled the white-colored droplets. Steamy and intimate was all underneath the heavy, dull wood.
"Know this. As long as I draw breath, I will not let anyone defile my grand halls of knowledge! Not you! Not even the High King of Skyrim!"
to be continued...
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