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STUDENT OF THE SULTRY TOME

BY LAZ BRIAR

>The duties of the Librarius Sola are particularly burdensome this week

>You've noticed, over the past few days, a series of older, human-written tomes have been transported to the

private sanctum of Ofelia

>As one of the only dutiful scribes available, it is you under pain of responsibility to find these scripts and

deliver them to her

>This is usually not a concern, yet, some of these texts linger in corners of the Librarius that you're

surprised still exist

>Even more surprising is their content - or perhaps lack of; you do not recognize ANY of the authors, and they

seem to be musings of personal affairs

>How strange, you think

>Indeed, you are an apprentice scribe to Ofelia, Matriarch of Words

>Or was it, Keeper of Grand Syntax?

>No, no, perhaps Priestess of the Pale Scroll

>Ah well, grand titles are common amongst the high-beasts in the capital of Solaria

>It is befitting, you figure - she is, after all, a Pegasarii, one of the noble high servants Empress Eternal

Karletta Frampt

>She is a pegasarii and you but a human, caught in the grand white halls of service, specifically the

Librarius, a massive codex of written works stretching throughout the Empire, perhaps farther

>From this, you attend and nurture each book like a child, given the proper time

>And make no mistake, this is a task fit not for everyone

>Some of these books are massive; some inscribed in stone!

>You move them, examine them, collect them, and store them

>All under the whim of Ofelia

>Despite the labors, you don't mind it

>In fact, you find it quite exhilarating!

>Some days you sneak a small book about the "high-beasts," the noble blooded anthropoids who serve and guard

the capital

>In it are luxurious tales spun in grand epics; indeed, the pegasarii who fly on wings of fire, or the ember-

tailed vixens with burning lances, or the pale lions whose cries invoke the wrath of the sun itself

>When you're lucky, sometimes there are personal accounts, and those accounts come with sketches

>Ahh, you are always amazed - the high beasts are clad in intricate armor and weapons befitting only the

strongest of warriors

>You admit, you often look at the pegasarii a bit too long

>It's hard not to

>Ofelia is one, though retired from her noble services

>To the eye she is an unassuming anthropoid mare at first glance

>But upon second, the wielder of the gaze is treated to a lovely figure of snowy white horsehair crowned with a mane of strange reds

>You say strange, because Ofelia's mane seems to shimmer like fire

>Of course she is often in noble habit of gold and scarlet

>And her wings, ahh! Mighty and lofty, fit for such a mythical creature

>How she came upon the service of the Librarius Sola you aren't sure, but you don't complain

>It's a new day, and after your morning sup of bread and cheese, you return to a task picked by Ofelia

>She's requested one last book, somewhere in the aged columns of human indexes

>You note she's been fascinated with them as of late, though you don't question it

>Likely she is just conducting research; after all, there's more to Solaria than just low-beasts

>At any rate, you go to the section of the Librarius, a lonely corner at one of the low levels

>In it are tomes left unattended, mainly because they are loose patchworks of scribbles, random notes, poor

attempts at novella, and you think a child's portrait of a knight

>You are methodic, however, and finding the sum of Ofelia's intrigue is a task you are happy to comply with

>After some sifting, you indeed catch the small thing, a dainty book wrapped in red

>The title is worn beyond recognition - you only make out some of it

>All you can compile is "utra," and that appears to be in Low-Anglic

>But, it fits Ofelia's definitions perfectly, and your careful eye confirms the rest

>With tender care, you hoist the thing and return to the elevator mechanisms, heading to Ofelia's private

quarters

>The quarters are in the highest part of the indexes, a large circular room, filled with ornamentations and

devices mysterious to you

>A grand telescope sits on one side for the dissection of star-paths, while a center table is where Ofelia

rests her current object of fancy

>You enter with polite diligence, careful with your prize

>"Grand Mistress, I've retrieved the tome, as you asked," you say, not quite seeing her

>For a moment, you wonder if she isn't there; usually, she's occupied with something, and it's hard to miss the

wings

>You decided to place the book on her center desk - you're sure she'll find it

>As you approach, you notice there are several tomes open, pages flicked through, bookmarked, read

>It's not your business to mind the affairs of a pegasarii, but you are curious

>Setting the book on the table, you take a gander, and. . .

>Oh my

>These are certainly the earlier passages you retrieved, but they're not what you expected

>They're. . . adult in nature, to put it bluntly

>The books have scribbled sketches and images, and in particular, of very 'compromising' positions

>To be blunt, they're quite erotic in nature

>You hear a laugh

>"Finding the indexes interesting, student?"

>You jump, as Ofelia approaches from the side, wings fluttering as her hoofs click against the stone floor

>"Er, well. . ."

>You try to muster some words, but anything you might say paints a lie against your expression

>Ofelia waives you off, amused

>"You needn't lie, student. I find them fascinating. Humans ponder such lustful things."

>You clear your throat, stepping back

>"I suppose we do," you say

>You attempt to shift the subject - "I've brought the passage you asked f-"

>Ofelia struts up to you, a smirk pulling at her lips

>You forget how much larger she is than you, several hands by estimate, and her wings certainly make her

daunting

>"I know what you brought, student."

>She holds out her hand, expecting

>At proximity, you can't help but notice her scarlet habit is more. . . exposed than usual

>In fact, the split of her massive cleavage looms over you, her gentle breaths send the weighty breasts

wobbling ever so gently

>You try not to mind this, handing over the worn book

>"Ahem, well, it uh. Appears to have sustained some. . . damage. . ."

>She takes the piece and immediately begins flipping through it

>Her scarlet eyes dance over the pages and you can see her smirk widen to a sinister smile

>The white fur blossoms with blush as her cheeks flush

>"Yes, just what I was hoping to see. . ." she says

>You can only imagine what lingers on those pages, but, remembering yourself, you attempt to bow and leave

>You don't know why, you feel you'd rather stay and. . . look

>"If nothing else, Grand Mistress, I will uh, take my-"

>Her gaze snaps to you

>"Leave? Oh no, you'll do no such thing, student."

>You're taken aback; what else could she need?

>Setting the book aside, she looks you over with a grin most wicked

>Her hands trail behind her, unfastening, and at once, her habit robes fall away

>"I need a plaything to sate my curiosity, after all."

>"Mistress! I-if the scarlet clerics happen upon me, surely I'll be flayed!"

>Ofelia has decided today, of all things, you are suited to a different task than just shuffling books

>Keeper of pages she might be, the pegasarii is still imbued with strange magics

>She's used them to, well, bind you, having clamped you to a bed

>You've been stripped and, to your embarrassment, exposed for her

>Her nake, curvaceous figure sends wild thoughts through your mind

>The fat rump and hefty bust are like something out of a dream, causing your malehood to spring up like a

newborn tree

>"The scarlet clerics have better things to do."

>It's clear Ofelia cares little for the regiments and routines of the Solarian orders; what terrible mischief!

>Clamped on her large, luxurious bed, she approaches you, eyes tossing over your figure

>"Now then, what use can I get from you, I wonder. . . we'll need to do something with this, I think."

>You grunt, frightened yet quite aroused, as she crawls over you, her finger coming to tap at the tip of your

flank

>"I. . ." You cannot find any words for this "predicament," though, you feel yourself less interested in

combatting the situation

>A new sensation comes over you, however, like liquid warmth

>Tendrils of gold wrap around your shaft, and to your immediate shock, you seem to be "growing" larger

>It feels astounding, really, the whole of your loins trembling

>Until, as soon as this 'enchantment' began, your flesh is like that of a stallion

>You now, quite literally, have a cock of glowing light

>That's. . . different

>The pegasarri seems pleased, taking her hand and immediately stroking the reforged mast

>An amazed breath escapes you, as you squirm against the magical behinds, soft silky palm caressing your groin

>"This will do quite nicely, student. It's so hard finding any males with the strength to please me. So many

broken, old men. But you. . ."

>Her face is wild, and now, her soft, moist lips come to your tip

>Oh by Sol Solarius! Is she doing what you think she is?

>Yes, she applies warm, mirthful kisses against the sides of your fiery cock, mumbling in adoration as she does

>A tongue leaps to lap at the side, then the tip, watching you for reactions

>You, of course, are beside yourself with pleasure

>Not only is this strange, enchanted flesh larger, it's far more sensitive too, sending fields of tingling heat

throughout its length every time Ofelia touches it

>"Gagggh! Grand Mi-"

>She scoffs, "Oh, student, enough of the titles. They're such laborious things."

>She practically hugs your length with her face, smothering the flesh into her cheek, her other palm carefully

squeezing your testes

>What wild sights! You can't believe what you're seeing; even the way your luminous shaft dimples her visage is

such a strangely pleasing vision

>You groan, practically humping the air, though the bindings on your wrists and ankles make things difficult

>"Ohh? You like that? Fascinating. There were so many pictorials of this act, student. Humans are such a

creative, lustful bunch."

>Laughing, she proceeds to wrap her lips about the tip, and here you practically buck

>Her giggles are muffled, pinning you down as her maw begins to suckle and serve the bright inches, slurping

against them

>"Ngnn! By the angels of Sol!"

>What else can you say, really? This is not what you could ever imagine

>You watched with astounded enthuse as the pegasarii mare engulfs your flank, a sloppy chorus of muffled moans

and mouth strokes filling the private chamber

>Ofelia is staring at you with those blood red eyes, clearly amused, her throat bulging as the lance of light

dives into her

>Even her plump, white haunches sway and wiggle with her motions, like some bizarre conductor overseeing a

sexual orchestra

>Her nose flares as her mouth drapes over your enchanted flesh, down to the threshold, gulps and sloppy trails

of saliva escaping her

>"Nnnf, b-by the golden hammer of Frampt!"

>Worse (or perhaps better) yet, you cannot seem to reach peak

>Your cock is utterly sieged with the intense heat of an orgasm, yet you cannot seem to reach out

>What torment! Is it the magic preventing you from doing so?

>Perhaps Ofelia knows this, continuing to milk and toy with your flesh, her lips stroking every veiny inch with

a craftsman's care

>Finally, she slows her motions, releasing you with an audible pop, the luminous malehood drizzled with saliva

>"Agh, Ofelia, this is too much!" you plead, the whole of your flesh trembling

>She regards you with an amused grin

>"Oh? I think it can be much more, student."

>You aren't sure what she means, but you don't know if you can take anymore!

>"W-what do you mean?"

>For a moment, she rises, sitting on you, her plump, soft rump resting just before the axis of your malehood

>The weight is immense, but not overly so, though you are forced to gaze at her large, heavy tits

>"Ahh, it's a shame you are bound, otherwise, you could play with me."

>She laughs a bit, taking her palms and tossing her immense bosom together

>"Perhaps for another time. . ."

>You groan, clenching your teeth; that's not fair!

>The pegasarri seems quite happy to torment you, rubbing her bottom against the immense light-cock

>Her cheeks sandwich your loins a moment, and you can feel the sodden, moist warmth of her nether lips barely

touch you

>Agh! By the Bright Heavens! If you don't find release soon you may perish, you're sure of it!

>Again, you try to hump, but the shimmering, magical coils holding you in place allow for no such thing

>Bah! Damned magics

>Worse, Ofelia has seen fit to lean just so, that her wobbling mantle and perky nips are but an inch from your

face

>What sins have you committed to possible deserve such a terrible torment?

>"Ofelia! Please! If you don't grant me release I'll die! I can't stand this!"

>For a moment, the winged mare ignores you, continuing to wiggle against your shaft

>"Ahh, I'm only warming up, student."

>She sighs, exchanging position once again (much to your chagrin, you were enjoying the view of her hefty tits)

>"But I suppose you should be rewarded for your labors. You at least have the stamina I desire. . ."

>Now, the grand mare has shifted to where her backside is visible

>The immensity of her rump is quite easy to appreciate from the angle, as is the majestic splendor of her wings

>She rises, only just so, that her adequately soft, plump pussy spreads into view

>The nether lips now fondle the crown of your enchanced cock, sending small springs of aroused pleasure through

you

>"By SOL!"

>Ofelia nickers, profoundly amused

>It has only now dawned on you what is about to happen; a confidant of the Empress Eternal, a great warrior on

wings of fire is about to mount you like some primal mate

>Oh gods! There isn't a tome in all the Librarius which could've prepared you for this!

>"Nnmmf. . . think I made you a bit large. . ." mutters Ofelia

>Her hips dance again, and her suckling snatch parts, the wet warmth of her tunnel now enveloping you

>In one smooth, fluid motion, her bottom comes crashing upon your loins, and you're enveloped by her

>"Gah!"

>Oh by all the fields of Isarius, you wish you could reach out and grope those splendid hills of mare rump

>Alas, you are at the mercy of her actions

>Indeed, Ofelia begins to bounce her hips against your immense shaft of light

>Each rise suckles your length while each crash sends a clap of impact which echoes throughout the bedroom

chamber

>"Ohnff. . . student. . . it feels marvelous. . ."

>Ofelia's wings begin to flap, adding momentum to her falls and rises

>Ah, and what's this? You hear her moan

>Oh it's a sound greater than all the songs sung by the clerical priests

>Though you are restrained, you fidget and squirm, doing your best to hump into the immense backside

>Each motion causes healthy, jubilant jiggles to cascade through her bottom, yet another exciting vision

>The pegasarii looks back to you, face flushed, exhaling with hot, whet groans as her hips dance against you

>"Ofelia! Agh!"

>Despite your vocation, you are truly at a loss for words

>What an animal you are, nothing but a low-beast, despite your human heritage

>The winged-mare enhances her pace, now bouncing wildly atop your luminescent cock

>Her melodic moans are something out of a dream; to think, this powerful creature is pleased by you!

>Oh, by Sol!

>She's tossing her self like a rambunctious storm now, milking you dry

>Agh! You can't take it anymore! Your enchanted flesh is roaring with an intensity like no other

>It is so overwhelmingly good it actually *hurts*

>You weren't meant to feel such incredible sensations!

>"Nnnff! student! Your lance. . . stronger than a hundred stallions!"

>Ofelia seems lost in her own estate of orgasmic delight; after all, you don't figure yourself an equine

soldier

>By all the fires!

>It seems whatever 'lock' was in place, were there such a thing, has released

>And by proxy, so do you!

>"HNNGG!"

>Oh, heavens

>You can feel the rivers of hot white utterly bursting from you

>The emission is an utter deluge, Ofelia shouting with surprise as you drown her mare cunt with an excess of

enchanted seed

>That's certainly not you! You can hardly believe it yourself

>And each dollop that escapes you, each 'wave' creates tremors of tingling intensity bringing you over the edge

>Again, the physical, pleasing intensity is so profound you are in a splendid agony

>You can barely see yourself as Ofelia slams her lips against you, accepting every bit of seed you eject

>Once you are spent, you breathe as though just hefting one of the ancient stone scriptures

>"B-by Sol above. . ."

>Ofelia has also ceased her motions, suckling cunny keeping you in place

>Eventually, she does shift, her damp, pink pussy slipping from you, along with a trail of hot white

>Oh heavens, thank goodness, it's over now

>You don't think you can match the stamina of anything further

>Ofelia stands now, turning to you

>She's grinning

>"A good warm up, student."

>Oh. . . no. . .

>Ofelia spends the rest of the evening toying with you and the enchanted cock

>It's a tormenting bliss

>You're freed from your shackles, but only just so, allowed to fornicate with strange new positions she locates

from the tomes you brought

>She binds your neck with light, forcing you to fuck her while you push her ankles to her neck

>Or, she has you mount her from behind, bouncing into her soft pucker

>Your coated with sweat, and each time you think you're spent, she forces magic into the pulp of your essence

and grants you renewed vigor

>This goes on for. . . well, frankly, you can't even keep track of time

>You think, eventually, you're allowed to rest

>The private chamber is a mess of ejaculate and Sol knows what else

>You hope Ofelia can speak on your behalf, because the other Librarius Sola attendants won't find your absence

amusing

>Well, perhaps it would be worth it

>To have mated with a pegasarii - ah, be damned, it would be worth a flaying from the clerics

>You fall asleep again

>At some point, Ofelia wakes you

>To your relief, you are allowed to feed and bathe, along with the assurance no one will disturb you

>You go to clean in her water-room, thankful for the hot water

>You return, only to find Ofelia in the main chamber, nake once more, bending over

>You notice something, however

>This time, it's HER ankles and wrists which are bound by magical light

>"Your turn," she announces with a devilish smirk

>Oh, by the sun