# Student of the Sultry Tome Author: The Brain of Lazarus Tags: Anal, Greentext, Human, M/F, Magic, Mare, Oral, Pegasus, Short, Straight, Teasing, Vaginal Here's another short, quick greentext - this time with a pegasarri (a winged mare) and you! Greentext is a good format for this, because it allows me to express ideas I otherwise wouldn't bother to write at all. 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 Source: https://sofurry.com/s/qmyY8d7m Part of the series Greentexts Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1329819-the-mare-with-the-black-blade.md