{"sf1_id":1337033,"sf2_id":"qmyY8d7m","title":"Student of the Sultry Tome","author":"The Brain of Lazarus","words":3261,"posted_at":"2018-05-24T00:40:15.000Z","tags":["Anal","Greentext","Human","M/F","Magic","Mare","Oral","Pegasus","Short","Straight","Teasing","Vaginal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1337033-student-of-the-sultry-tome","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmyY8d7m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/21/58/21586906-80c4-4093-8ea6-b87914f3a1cd","description":"Here's another short, quick greentext - this time with a pegasarri (a winged mare) and you!  \n  \nGreentext is a good format for this, because it allows me to express ideas I otherwise wouldn't bother to write at all.","content":"STUDENT OF THE SULTRY TOME \n\n \n\nBY LAZ BRIAR \n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe duties of the Librarius Sola are particularly burdensome this week\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou've noticed, over the past few days, a series of older, human-written tomes have been transported to the\n\n \n\nprivate sanctum of Ofelia\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAs one of the only dutiful scribes available, it is you under pain of responsibility to find these scripts and\n\n \n\ndeliver them to her\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThis is usually not a concern, yet, some of these texts linger in corners of the Librarius that you're\n\n \n\nsurprised still exist\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEven more surprising is their content - or perhaps lack of; you do not recognize ANY of the authors, and they\n\n \n\nseem to be musings of personal affairs\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHow strange, you think\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIndeed, you are an apprentice scribe to Ofelia, Matriarch of Words\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOr was it, Keeper of Grand Syntax?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNo, no, perhaps Priestess of the Pale Scroll\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAh well, grand titles are common amongst the high-beasts in the capital of Solaria\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt is befitting, you figure - she is, after all, a Pegasarii, one of the noble high servants Empress Eternal\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;Karletta Frampt\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe is a pegasarii and you but a human, caught in the grand white halls of service, specifically the\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;Librarius, a massive codex of written works stretching throughout the Empire, perhaps farther\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFrom this, you attend and nurture each book like a child, given the proper time\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd make no mistake, this is a task fit not for everyone\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSome of these books are massive; some inscribed in stone!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou move them, examine them, collect them, and store them\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAll under the whim of Ofelia\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDespite the labors, you don't mind it\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIn fact, you find it quite exhilarating!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSome days you sneak a small book about the \"high-beasts,\" the noble blooded anthropoids who serve and guard\n\n \n\nthe capital\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIn it are luxurious tales spun in grand epics; indeed, the pegasarii who fly on wings of fire, or the ember-\n\n \n\ntailed vixens with burning lances, or the pale lions whose cries invoke the wrath of the sun itself\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhen you're lucky, sometimes there are personal accounts, and those accounts come with sketches\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAhh, you are always amazed - the high beasts are clad in intricate armor and weapons befitting only the\n\n \n\nstrongest of warriors\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou admit, you often look at the pegasarii a bit too long\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt's hard not to\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOfelia is one, though retired from her noble services\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTo the eye she is an unassuming anthropoid mare at first glance\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut upon second, the wielder of the gaze is treated to a lovely figure of snowy white horsehair crowned with a mane of strange reds\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou say strange, because Ofelia's mane seems to shimmer like fire\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOf course she is often in noble habit of gold and scarlet\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd her wings, ahh! Mighty and lofty, fit for such a mythical creature\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHow she came upon the service of the Librarius Sola you aren't sure, but you don't complain\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt's a new day, and after your morning sup of bread and cheese, you return to a task picked by Ofelia\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe's requested one last book, somewhere in the aged columns of human indexes\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou note she's been fascinated with them as of late, though you don't question it\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLikely she is just conducting research; after all, there's more to Solaria than just low-beasts\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAt any rate, you go to the section of the Librarius, a lonely corner at one of the low levels\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIn it are tomes left unattended, mainly because they are loose patchworks of scribbles, random notes, poor\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nattempts at novella, and you think a child's portrait of a knight\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou are methodic, however, and finding the sum of Ofelia's intrigue is a task you are happy to comply with\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAfter some sifting, you indeed catch the small thing, a dainty book wrapped in red\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe title is worn beyond recognition - you only make out some of it\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAll you can compile is \"utra,\" and that appears to be in Low-Anglic\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut, it fits Ofelia's definitions perfectly, and your careful eye confirms the rest\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWith tender care, you hoist the thing and return to the elevator mechanisms, heading to Ofelia's private\n\n \n\nquarters\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe quarters are in the highest part of the indexes, a large circular room, filled with ornamentations and\n\n \n\ndevices mysterious to you\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA grand telescope sits on one side for the dissection of star-paths, while a center table is where Ofelia\n\n \n\nrests her current object of fancy\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou enter with polite diligence, careful with your prize\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Grand Mistress, I've retrieved the tome, as you asked,\" you say, not quite seeing her\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFor a moment, you wonder if she isn't there; usually, she's occupied with something, and it's hard to miss the\n\n \n\nwings\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou decided to place the book on her center desk - you're sure she'll find it\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAs you approach, you notice there are several tomes open, pages flicked through, bookmarked, read\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt's not your business to mind the affairs of a pegasarii, but you are curious\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSetting the book on the table, you take a gander, and. . .\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh my\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThese are certainly the earlier passages you retrieved, but they're not what you expected\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey're. . . adult in nature, to put it bluntly\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe books have scribbled sketches and images, and in particular, of very 'compromising' positions\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTo be blunt, they're quite erotic in nature\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hear a laugh\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Finding the indexes interesting, student?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou jump, as Ofelia approaches from the side, wings fluttering as her hoofs click against the stone floor\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Er, well. . .\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou try to muster some words, but anything you might say paints a lie against your expression\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOfelia waives you off, amused\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You needn't lie, student. I find them fascinating. Humans ponder such lustful things.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou clear your throat, stepping back\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I suppose we do,\" you say\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou attempt to shift the subject - \"I've brought the passage you asked f-\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOfelia struts up to you, a smirk pulling at her lips\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou forget how much larger she is than you, several hands by estimate, and her wings certainly make her\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;daunting\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I know what you brought, student.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe holds out her hand, expecting\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAt proximity, you can't help but notice her scarlet habit is more. . . exposed than usual\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIn fact, the split of her massive cleavage looms over you, her gentle breaths send the weighty breasts\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;wobbling ever so gently\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou try not to mind this, handing over the worn book\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Ahem, well, it uh. Appears to have sustained some. . . damage. . .\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe takes the piece and immediately begins flipping through it\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer scarlet eyes dance over the pages and you can see her smirk widen to a sinister smile\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe white fur blossoms with blush as her cheeks flush\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, just what I was hoping to see. . .\" she says\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can only imagine what lingers on those pages, but, remembering yourself, you attempt to bow and leave\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don't know why, you feel you'd rather stay and. . . look\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"If nothing else, Grand Mistress, I will uh, take my-\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer gaze snaps to you\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Leave? Oh no, you'll do no such thing, student.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou're taken aback; what else could she need?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSetting the book aside, she looks you over with a grin most wicked\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer hands trail behind her, unfastening, and at once, her habit robes fall away\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I need a plaything to sate my curiosity, after all.\"\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Mistress! I-if the scarlet clerics happen upon me, surely I'll be flayed!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOfelia has decided today, of all things, you are suited to a different task than just shuffling books\n\n \n\n\\\u003eKeeper of pages she might be, the pegasarii is still imbued with strange magics\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe's used them to, well, bind you, having clamped you to a bed\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou've been stripped and, to your embarrassment, exposed for her\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer nake, curvaceous figure sends wild thoughts through your mind\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe fat rump and hefty bust are like something out of a dream, causing your malehood to spring up like a\n\n \n\nnewborn tree\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"The scarlet clerics have better things to do.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt's clear Ofelia cares little for the regiments and routines of the Solarian orders; what terrible mischief!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eClamped on her large, luxurious bed, she approaches you, eyes tossing over your figure\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Now then, what use can I get from you, I wonder. . . we'll need to do something with this, I think.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou grunt, frightened yet quite aroused, as she crawls over you, her finger coming to tap at the tip of your\n\n \n\nflank\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I. . .\" You cannot find any words for this \"predicament,\" though, you feel yourself less interested in\n\n \n\ncombatting the situation\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA new sensation comes over you, however, like liquid warmth\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTendrils of gold wrap around your shaft, and to your immediate shock, you seem to be \"growing\" larger\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt feels astounding, really, the whole of your loins trembling\n\n \n\n\\\u003eUntil, as soon as this 'enchantment' began, your flesh is like that of a stallion\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou now, quite literally, have a cock of glowing light\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThat's. . . different\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe pegasarri seems pleased, taking her hand and immediately stroking the reforged mast\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAn amazed breath escapes you, as you squirm against the magical behinds, soft silky palm caressing your groin\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"This will do quite nicely, student. It's so hard finding any males with the strength to please me. So many\n\n \n\nbroken, old men. But you. . .\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer face is wild, and now, her soft, moist lips come to your tip\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh by Sol Solarius! Is she doing what you think she is?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYes, she applies warm, mirthful kisses against the sides of your fiery cock, mumbling in adoration as she does\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA tongue leaps to lap at the side, then the tip, watching you for reactions\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou, of course, are beside yourself with pleasure\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNot only is this strange, enchanted flesh larger, it's far more sensitive too, sending fields of tingling heat\n\n \n\nthroughout its length every time Ofelia touches it\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Gagggh! Grand Mi-\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe scoffs, \"Oh, student, enough of the titles. They're such laborious things.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe practically hugs your length with her face, smothering the flesh into her cheek, her other palm carefully\n\n \n\nsqueezing your testes\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhat wild sights! You can't believe what you're seeing; even the way your luminous shaft dimples her visage is\n\n \n\nsuch a strangely pleasing vision\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou groan, practically humping the air, though the bindings on your wrists and ankles make things difficult\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Ohh? You like that? Fascinating. There were so many pictorials of this act, student. Humans are such a\n\n \n\ncreative, lustful bunch.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLaughing, she proceeds to wrap her lips about the tip, and here you practically buck\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer giggles are muffled, pinning you down as her maw begins to suckle and serve the bright inches, slurping\n\n \n\nagainst them\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Ngnn! By the angels of Sol!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhat else can you say, really? This is not what you could ever imagine\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou watched with astounded enthuse as the pegasarii mare engulfs your flank, a sloppy chorus of muffled moans\n\n \n\nand mouth strokes filling the private chamber\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOfelia is staring at you with those blood red eyes, clearly amused, her throat bulging as the lance of light\n\n \n\ndives into her\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEven her plump, white haunches sway and wiggle with her motions, like some bizarre conductor overseeing a\n\n \n\nsexual orchestra\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer nose flares as her mouth drapes over your enchanted flesh, down to the threshold, gulps and sloppy trails\n\n \n\nof saliva escaping her\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Nnnf, b-by the golden hammer of Frampt!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWorse (or perhaps better) yet, you cannot seem to reach peak\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour cock is utterly sieged with the intense heat of an orgasm, yet you cannot seem to reach out\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhat torment! Is it the magic preventing you from doing so?\n\n \n\n\\\u003ePerhaps Ofelia knows this, continuing to milk and toy with your flesh, her lips stroking every veiny inch with\n\n \n\na craftsman's care\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFinally, she slows her motions, releasing you with an audible pop, the luminous malehood drizzled with saliva\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Agh, Ofelia, this is too much!\" you plead, the whole of your flesh trembling\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe regards you with an amused grin\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Oh? I think it can be much more, student.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou aren't sure what she means, but you don't know if you can take anymore!\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"W-what do you mean?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFor a moment, she rises, sitting on you, her plump, soft rump resting just before the axis of your malehood\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe weight is immense, but not overly so, though you are forced to gaze at her large, heavy tits\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Ahh, it's a shame you are bound, otherwise, you could play with me.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe laughs a bit, taking her palms and tossing her immense bosom together\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Perhaps for another time. . .\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou groan, clenching your teeth; that's not fair!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe pegasarri seems quite happy to torment you, rubbing her bottom against the immense light-cock\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer cheeks sandwich your loins a moment, and you can feel the sodden, moist warmth of her nether lips barely\n\n \n\ntouch you\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAgh! By the Bright Heavens! If you don't find release soon you may perish, you're sure of it!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAgain, you try to hump, but the shimmering, magical coils holding you in place allow for no such thing\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBah! Damned magics\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWorse, Ofelia has seen fit to lean just so, that her wobbling mantle and perky nips are but an inch from your\n\n \n\nface\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhat sins have you committed to possible deserve such a terrible torment?\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Ofelia! Please! If you don't grant me release I'll die! I can't stand this!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFor a moment, the winged mare ignores you, continuing to wiggle against your shaft\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Ahh, I'm only warming up, student.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe sighs, exchanging position once again (much to your chagrin, you were enjoying the view of her hefty tits)\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"But I suppose you should be rewarded for your labors. You at least have the stamina I desire. . .\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNow, the grand mare has shifted to where her backside is visible\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe immensity of her rump is quite easy to appreciate from the angle, as is the majestic splendor of her wings\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe rises, only just so, that her adequately soft, plump pussy spreads into view\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe nether lips now fondle the crown of your enchanced cock, sending small springs of aroused pleasure through\n\n \n\nyou\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"By SOL!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOfelia nickers, profoundly amused\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt has only now dawned on you what is about to happen; a confidant of the Empress Eternal, a great warrior on\n\n \n\nwings of fire is about to mount you like some primal mate\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh gods! There isn't a tome in all the Librarius which could've prepared you for this!\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Nnmmf. . . think I made you a bit large. . .\" mutters Ofelia\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer hips dance again, and her suckling snatch parts, the wet warmth of her tunnel now enveloping you\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIn one smooth, fluid motion, her bottom comes crashing upon your loins, and you're enveloped by her\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Gah!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh by all the fields of Isarius, you wish you could reach out and grope those splendid hills of mare rump\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAlas, you are at the mercy of her actions\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIndeed, Ofelia begins to bounce her hips against your immense shaft of light\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEach rise suckles your length while each crash sends a clap of impact which echoes throughout the bedroom\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nchamber\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Ohnff. . . student. . . it feels marvelous. . .\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOfelia's wings begin to flap, adding momentum to her falls and rises\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAh, and what's this? You hear her moan\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh it's a sound greater than all the songs sung by the clerical priests\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThough you are restrained, you fidget and squirm, doing your best to hump into the immense backside\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEach motion causes healthy, jubilant jiggles to cascade through her bottom, yet another exciting vision\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe pegasarii looks back to you, face flushed, exhaling with hot, whet groans as her hips dance against you\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Ofelia! Agh!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDespite your vocation, you are truly at a loss for words\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhat an animal you are, nothing but a low-beast, despite your human heritage\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe winged-mare enhances her pace, now bouncing wildly atop your luminescent cock\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer melodic moans are something out of a dream; to think, this powerful creature is pleased by you!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh, by Sol!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe's tossing her self like a rambunctious storm now, milking you dry\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAgh! You can't take it anymore! Your enchanted flesh is roaring with an intensity like no other\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt is so overwhelmingly good it actually \\*hurts\\*\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou weren't meant to feel such incredible sensations!\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Nnnff! student! Your lance. . . stronger than a hundred stallions!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOfelia seems lost in her own estate of orgasmic delight; after all, you don't figure yourself an equine\n\n \n\nsoldier\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBy all the fires!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt seems whatever 'lock' was in place, were there such a thing, has released\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd by proxy, so do you!\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"HNNGG!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh, heavens\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can feel the rivers of hot white utterly bursting from you\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe emission is an utter deluge, Ofelia shouting with surprise as you drown her mare cunt with an excess of\n\n \n\nenchanted seed\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThat's certainly not you! You can hardly believe it yourself\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd each dollop that escapes you, each 'wave' creates tremors of tingling intensity bringing you over the edge\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAgain, the physical, pleasing intensity is so profound you are in a splendid agony\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can barely see yourself as Ofelia slams her lips against you, accepting every bit of seed you eject\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOnce you are spent, you breathe as though just hefting one of the ancient stone scriptures\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"B-by Sol above. . .\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOfelia has also ceased her motions, suckling cunny keeping you in place\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEventually, she does shift, her damp, pink pussy slipping from you, along with a trail of hot white\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh heavens, thank goodness, it's over now\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don't think you can match the stamina of anything further\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOfelia stands now, turning to you\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe's grinning\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"A good warm up, student.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh. . . no. . .\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOfelia spends the rest of the evening toying with you and the enchanted cock\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt's a tormenting bliss\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou're freed from your shackles, but only just so, allowed to fornicate with strange new positions she locates\n\n \n\nfrom the tomes you brought\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe binds your neck with light, forcing you to fuck her while you push her ankles to her neck\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOr, she has you mount her from behind, bouncing into her soft pucker\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour coated with sweat, and each time you think you're spent, she forces magic into the pulp of your essence\n\n \n\nand grants you renewed vigor\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThis goes on for. . . well, frankly, you can't even keep track of time\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou think, eventually, you're allowed to rest\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe private chamber is a mess of ejaculate and Sol knows what else\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hope Ofelia can speak on your behalf, because the other Librarius Sola attendants won't find your absence\n\n \n\namusing\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWell, perhaps it would be worth it\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTo have mated with a pegasarii - ah, be damned, it would be worth a flaying from the clerics\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou fall asleep again\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAt some point, Ofelia wakes you\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTo your relief, you are allowed to feed and bathe, along with the assurance no one will disturb you\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou go to clean in her water-room, thankful for the hot water\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou return, only to find Ofelia in the main chamber, nake once more, bending over\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou notice something, however\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThis time, it's HER ankles and wrists which are bound by magical light\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Your turn,\" she announces with a devilish smirk\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh, by the sun","series":{"name":"Greentexts","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1329819-the-mare-with-the-black-blade.json"}}