She'll Get Hers
Hazel Weiss & Adrain Alexander © gNAW, used with permission.
The clock chimed ten. The library had officially locked its doors half an hour ago; anyone who wanted to drop off their due books could use the convenient drop-off slot on the outside. There won't be any more visitors until tomorrow at seven in the morning. The library was as quiet as a library should be, though utterly devoid of life and movement; there was nary a mind to feed within its walls.
The lights were on, however, and the building wasn't entirely alone: there were exactly two people remaining in the building. The hired janitors had all gone home for the evening, and as grandiose as the library was, it was somewhat lax on security, being equipped with only a few security cameras here and there, but no personal hired to watch them. Instead, the lights were kept on by the only staff remaining for the night: Adrian Alexander, a young, onyx-black Sheppard dog that was hired on as a helping hand for the librarians, and Hazel Weiss, one of the few librarians in charge of...pretty much everything. There were other hired librarians, obviously, but it was her turn to stay late and do all the work everyone else found excuses to not do, such as update the catalogues, ring in all the returned books, find and mark any books overdue, and of course, the paperwork, which never, ever ended.
Hazel was aptly named: she was a prairie lion, named after the colour of her sleek, well groomed fur. She was somewhere in her late-twenties-to-mid-thirties, as far as anyone could tell; if she was any older, her looks certainly belied it, being quite the looker, able to steal the stares of just about anyone who happened to glance her way. Her hair was kept trim and orderly at around shoulder-length, framing a youthful, devious face. She typically wore a set of reading glasses - not that she needed them, her eyesight being a perfect 20/20, but it was mostly to keep up the 'librarian' look. She also thought they looked cute on her. Her body was surprisingly toned, standing at around 5'10'': it looked like she did a lot of working out, but nobody had seen her at a gym or running laps around a field or some city blocks or anything. Most people just thought she ate really well. She didn't have tremendous definition in her arms, but her waist bent and curved in all the seductive places, which drew attention to her plush hips and more-than-generous bust. She spent most of her time working as a librarian behind a desk and scanning barcodes, but whenever she got up to check something off a shelf or to go to the staff lunch room or whatever, she had the vaguely unintentional habit of exaggerating the swaying her hips, drawing attention to her long, vibrant lion tail and the firm, tantalizing ass it was attached to. It was particularly fun doing it during exam weeks, when the halls were full to bursting with book-grinding college students, and even doubly so during the summer, when she had an excuse to wear something much less conservative.
Adrian, by contrast, was mostly a dime-a-dozen kind of guy. He had the kind of physical appearance that, if anyone were to run into him on the street or in school, they wouldn't give him a second thought. Certainly not unattractive, by any stretch, but he was no body-builder or pretty-boy. He was around mid-height for a male his age, at around 5'9'', give or take. Other than his solid pitch-black colour, there wasn't a whole lot of note to Adrian's form. Unlike most other boys in his age and situation, however, he was perfectly fine with that, preferring not to change his body to fill a mould his personality otherwise didn't mesh with. Although it was a bit of a hindrance in the romance department, having been declined dates around half the time simply because the woman he asked was waiting for someone bigger or prettier. But whatever, whatever wasn't meant to be, wasn't meant to be, and he was a-okay with that.
Adrian was pushing a cart filled with books of all shapes, sizes and categories throughout the first floor of the two-story library, finding the a book's category and shifting it in alphabetically with the rest of them. It was a boring job, but he got to meet a lot of literature fans and cute bookworms, and while the hours weren't especially favourable or flexible (the library being understaffed as it was), the pay was half-decent. It certainly beat flipping burgers or taking abuse from unforgiving bosses at any construction site. He met lots of people and the pay was enough to survive through college, even with a bit left over. He considered himself lucky with his quiet, decent-paying job, even if it meant one or two less hours of sleep.
"Oh, Adrian?" Hazel's voice called from across the room. Lucky, sure...except for her. That damn Hazel Weiss. The very name left bitter venom in his mouth. She was attractive, hot, smoking, Goddamn sexy as hell, but she made working at the library a torture he absolutely abhorred facing every morning. Actually, more often than not they had alternate shifts and he would only see her once a week, usually, but there was the rare event that they both drew the short straw when it came to late-night shifts and he had to put up with her...antics. She knew she was as sexy as she was - even when casually dealing with customers, she would somehow slip some kind of innuendo into her words or actions that filled the heads of all the males in earshot, and sometimes the females, too. Some of the more brazen customers would flirt or hit on her in the library, checking out a book just to see her chest strain over the counter and then forget they ever checked a book out at all (which never won points with Hazel, being a librarian).
And she would take this self-conscious 'appeal' of hers and would seemingly heap all of it onto Adrian all at once. He remembered this one time, during Valentine's Day of 2007, he was...somehow suckered into posing for a painting with Hazel and her good friend Raven Hunt, while a third friend of hers made the painting. Only, the pose had his head and shoulders sandwiched between Hazel's and Raven's enormous breasts, which were covered in red paint in the shape of a heart. And his hands were cuffed at the wrists. And they were all naked. Including the painter. From an outside-looking-in perspective anyone else might see Adrian as one of the luckiest bastards alive, but his memories of the event were not fond.
That wasn't the only time, either. Once, he had fallen asleep on the job, which went pleasantly undisturbed. When he woke up, nothing was amiss - the area around him was entirely undisturbed and everything was where they were when he fell asleep. At first he thought he was off the hook...but when he took a picture with his cell-phone of a fellow student the next day, he was scrolling through his photo history when he discovered a small series of photos where Hazel had stripped herself down, stripped himself down, painted a heart on the small of her back and upper butt cheeks, and squeezed his dick between them; all the while an unknown third party was taking pictures of the event. He slept through that. The album closed with her personally wishing him a happy Valentine's Day. After his initial beating himself up over it, he decided that maybe it was better than he didn't consciously experience the event - that way, he couldn't drive himself nuts over the thought that he didn't do anything to take advantage of the scenario. Although...he hadn't deleted the pictures. In fact, they were tucked away in a rather popular hidden folder of his on his PC.
And there was a third time where she manipulated him into undressing so she could get him to substitute for a prop for a Valentine's Day photo of hers (that specific holiday being a theme in her exploits...thankfully, it had passed recently, and he had another year to think of a way to outsmart her next time). She said she had misplaced her "Cupid's Arrow" prop, and, surprise, his member worked in the prop's place perfectly. Pressing it between her boobs and with a quick kiss on the tip of its head, it was over, just like that. As usual, he was furious about her leaving him hanging like that, and as usual, she didn't entertain him.
When it wasn't February, it was a cruel game to her: start with some innocent chatter, over something mundane such as work or books or what's been in the news lately, then escalate to something a bit more flirtatious, then she'd outright start hitting on him, followed by the nonchalant unbuttoning of her strained top or her skirt lazily sliding down her thighs, revealing to him and only him the colour of her underwear for the day, or both, which led to maybe her showing him her tight, firm, slappable ass or maybe a dull brown nipple from one or both of her breasts, and then he'd get a little bold and try to taste, or at least hold, the forbidden fruit flaunted unfairly in front of him...before she'd suddenly undo it all, reciting how it was past his bedtime and that he should be thinking of more important things, like his studies of all subjects, and condemning his dirty mind before kicking him out of the library and locking the doors tightly behind him. Before giving him his paycheque, depending on the day. If those other guys fishing for a 'good time' with Hazel knew what she did to people like Adrian, they'd sympathize with the poor kid - jerking himself off had practically lost all meaning to it; not even self-pleasure could hope to lessen the amount of frustration she kept giving him.
While the event that they both had the night shift was rare, it was common enough that Adrian would effortlessly recognize the pattern. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that she was going to try the same stunts again.
He sighed, already feeling the pressure in his jeans - as outright evil as her act was, it did achieve her desired effect: he would unfailingly get a wicked erection every single time, leaving him wanting more. The thought that he was going to see some more of her light-brown tush or her DD+ size bosom was a massive turn-on, but the knowledge that it'll end with him back on square one was almost enough to get violent.
"Yeah, Miss Weiss?" he called, his tone entirely casual, masking his irritated emotions. If she had any sympathy in her, she'd just tell him that she was going to step out for something or some-such and just skip the games entirely tonight.
"Could you come here, please? I need your help reading some return cards." He laughed sourly on the inside - a librarian, needing help reading? She was running out of excuses to play her games.
Nonetheless, he complied. Putting away another two books, he left the tray in the corridor and walked to Hazel's desk at the front of the building. She sat there, looking quizzically at two return cards; their books open to their back covers. From her profile, she looked professional enough, but that's how she always preferred it: that the game would start...obliviously.
He walked behind her desk, eyeing the two long cards from the closing distance. The very bottom of each card did look particularly scribbled, as if the person writing in them was only just learning how to. He closed the gap some more - she was right, they were both almost entirely unreadable. Like someone had just jotted down a few random lines in the appropriate fields and called it a sentence.
"Do you know what these say?" she asked, showing him both the cards laying flat on the desk. Immediately a few things became apparent to Adrian: there were four open books, but only two cards, and Hazel had undone the first two buttons on her vest, revealing a more than delicious amount of cleavage straight down her chest to Adrian's over-the-shoulder vantage point. His jeans grew tighter, and his mind more flustered.
She wasn't offering either card to him, forcing him to lean in closer to the cards. Just as he did, Hazel took the opportunity to innocently stretch her back in the chair, thrusting her chest forward and nearly popping the third button on her vest. Huh, moving a little quick today, he thought - normally a move like that would have to wait for another five or ten minutes, but nope; she must have been bored tonight. Ignoring them was difficult, but he forced himself to answer her question.
"No, I can't read them either," he answered, looking at the bottoms of the cards carefully. Who could possibly write like this? Did the person have dyslexia, or ask a much younger relative to fill in the blanks for them, or...
The second to last entry in the cards had the date written as clear as crystal. Tuesday, May 5, 2009. Today's date. These books were returned today, and then...checked out and returned on the same day?
The ink on the cards was a particular red, which was unusual since most people wrote in either blue ink or pencil. And - wonder of wonders¬ - there was a red pen laying just to the left of the books. Damn it, he fell for that flat on his face: she wrote those scribbles in the cards, just to have an excuse to call him over and begin this wretched little battle of hers. I'm gonna kill her one of these days, he cursed.
"No, sorry Miss Weiss, I have no idea what they say," he said again. If he was quick, he might be able to get out of this without her beginning her delightful distractions. "Sorry; you'll just have to put in an N-slash-A or something into the records. I gotta go back to work." He was nearly there...just a quick pivot and a speed walk later, and he would be back to earning his money.
She clicked her tongue disappointingly - whether she knew that he knew was beyond him, but it was obvious she still had a trick or two hidden up her sleeve. "I'm not done with you yet, Adrian. You didn't read all of the cards," she began. His spine went cold at what she could possibly be alluding to - and his groin bulged at what she could possibly be alluding to. Happened every time. "How about this card?" she asked, taking her left hand and dipping it into her cleavage, reaching to the front of her right breast behind the cup of her bra. Adrian's face became very slightly skewed - he was losing his control watching Hazel just so casually fondle herself. Which she did for a moment, purposely taking longer to find her hidden trap card to wring Adrian's nerves some more. Her fingers lightly danced over the nipple of her breast, making emphasised movements so that he could clearly see them move and write over her flesh from through her jacket. Her free hand went to her vest, undoing the third button simply to give her other hand more room to explore, letting more of the jacket fall away and reveal more of her tits, as well as a good deal of her bra. It was white. He pursed his lower lip at the sight, which made her grin mischievously, relishing in the feeling of making this poor soul dance for her once again.
Finally, after a paralysing few moments, she withdrew a card from the space between the cup of her bra and her tit. "Ah, here we are," she said, quickly handing him the card. "Could you please read the last line for me?" He accepted the card, still warm from being pressed against her fine fur and thick skin for such a time. His normally short frame seemed to gain height as the time passed. The dog lulled his mouth open and began to pant softly; it was beginning to get too warm in this air-conditioned library. Of course, all of that was standard fare: the temporary height gain, the stiffness in his movement, the stuffiness in the air: it all happened every time Hazel had one of these matches with him.
He groggily cleared his throat, getting a good look at the card. "Says it was returned yesterday," he said simply, dropping the card on the desk with the other two. He really didn't want to stay here any more. It was less about getting back to work and more about getting the hell away from her. "I really have to get back to my -"
"But you're not finished yet," Hazel pouted, standing to her feet, removing her reading glasses. Adrian gulped.
"I've actually misplaced the last card," she said almost sheepishly - pah, like that 'oopsy daisy' attitude was going to change anything, especially at this stage. "I think I dropped it on the floor around here somewhere. Help me find it, would you?" she asked, bending slightly at the waist to meet her eyes with his. He had a feeling that, even if he declined, he'd be finding that card anyway.
"Fine," he said bitterly. She smiled at his obedience, and stood straight again.
"I'm sure it couldn't have gone too far from the desk," she explained, her eyes scanning the floor. "After all, I only dropped it; I'm pretty sure I didn't just throw it across the room!" The joke wasn't at all funny, but Adrian found himself politely laughing anyway - his dumb, male mind telling him that if he played along, he might finally get a piece, despite history having told him otherwise time and time and time again. "I think it might be over to my right," she said, walking a few paces in that direction, before bending over entirely at the waist, giving Adrian a clear, unobstructed view of her clothed behind. Her tail had bent upwards, across her back, making sure that absolutely nothing stood between Adrian's eyes and the skirt that was covering her smooth cheeks. She stayed in that position for a few seconds. "Do you see it, Adrian?" she asked over her shoulder, moving her rear to the side slightly as she talked. He watched it move the whole time, unable to look away, despite his rational mind pleading with his eyes to do so.
"Yeah, I do," he said after pausing a bit. He wasn't lying; he knew exactly where the card was. Hazel had stuck it to the back of her skirt, right overtop her left cheek.
"Really?" she asked again, swinging her head over her other shoulder and swaying her ass appropriately. That almost-mindless, entirely entrapped expression on his face thrilled her. She loved doing this to anyone, but Adrian would always pull the look off with such a focused persuasion. He was salivating slightly, which he noticed only when a bit of the fluid touched the collar of his now entirely too confining shirt. That just added to the whole experience for Hazel.
"Really," he said again. Turn around! His mind yelled and begged. Leave! Get out of there! Spare us both the frustration and just get out of this place! His legs ignored the pleas and sobs of his mind.
"Well, could you reach out and grab it?" she asked in no specific terms, still bent over at the waist. This was a compromising position for the both of them, she realized, her flaunting her delicious butt right at his face, and him thirsting over it like some kind of hound...how exciting!
"Uh, sorry?" he asked, his mind suddenly falling silent to the question. Did...did she just give him permission to, to finally touch...? After over two years, she's finally going to give him the one thing he's been after since these horrible games have begun: just one fleeting moment, with no handcuffs, no restraints, no 'artistic posing'?
"Well, I suppose I can get it myself, if you know where it is," she said, straightening herself once again, the card still clinging to her fabric. Before she could fully straighten herself, Adrian took the opportunity - he might never get another one like it. His right hand thrust forward, and with no certain kindness to it, grabbed the card and a fistful of ass before withdrawing just the card.
The card had been clipped to the skirt, apparently, and when he tried to take away just the library card, the fabric stretched along with it. For a moment, the elastic waist band around Hazel's waist had stretched itself, giving Adrian an even less obstructed view of her now-only panty-clad buttocks. The card was ripped free from the fabric, and the skirt, stretched a bit farther than it should've been, slipped loosely down her legs. Her socks weren't very high on her legs, rendering her practically naked from the waist down. He could make out every sexy muscle in her legs and thighs, and watched those firm, taut cheeks suddenly clench in surprise by the sudden spring from the skirt.
"Goodness, Adrian!" she gasped, though with more humour than surprise or urgency. "I always thought you were such a gentleman! Taking advantage of a poor woman like me in such a compromising position; you should be ashamed of yourself!" Her words held no spirit to them - she was practically laughing the whole time, unable to withhold her glee on seeing Adrian's face when he realized what he had done.
He remained awkwardly silent, staring at the card, reading and rereading the bottom line again and again. There was no message to it - just more lines, like the last three - but his mind had entered into a type of trance, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. Well, no, that wasn't accurate; he just grabbed Hazel's ass. There were no two ways about that. But what did that mean, necessarily?
"Why do you do this to me, Miss Weiss?" he asked, placing the card down on the table. He wanted to stop playing cat-and-mouse with this woman. He wasn't going to tell her what was on the card; that'd just be digging himself deeper. Now would be a good time to start asking questions.
"Do what, dear?" she asked innocently, clasping her paws just below her belly, her biceps pressing her jugs together. She was making absolutely no attempt to pull up her skirt, either. Her tail was swinging softly side-to-side behind her, occasionally distracting Adrian's eyes to her hips.
"Do that!" he said loudly, but not shouting, pointing his open hand to her breasts. "Every time we get the night-shift together, you always, always play this perverted game with me. And not always at work, either. I remember Valentine's Day two years ago, when you had me 'pose' for that picture with you and Miss Hunt. And that other time, where you got me asleep, then squeezed my dick between your ass cheeks and had a photo taken on my cell phone. And that other time when you kissed my cock, as a 'prop' for a 'photo'. Why are you torturing me like this? Why do you get your sick thrills off what you do to me?"
This was unlike Adrian, to suddenly get so vocal, but, she supposed, it was bound to happen eventually. She did do a lot of mean things to him, and if it didn't all eventually come rushing back to her, she'd worry about his mental health. Though, she didn't answer any of his questions - the kid could dangle on her strings for just a little while longer. "Do you still have those pictures on your cell phone?" she asked after a brief pause from Adrian's huffing and puffing. She smiled when she heard herself say the words. That was a fun day!
Adrian sighed again, pulling his eyes away from the half-naked lioness for a moment. "They're on my computer at home," he said quietly. Hazel laughed loudly when she heard his answer. "Damn it, Hazel, I want an answer! What do you want from me? What do I need to do to end this game of yours? I'll do anything, if it just means we both get what we want!"
Ah, this situation was familiar. Adrian was reduced to a begging puppy before her once before, and she answered his pleas with yet more teasing and playing. Maybe he had forgotten? It'd be worth a try to see if he would fall for it again.
Her expression lessened considerably when she heard him say that he'll do anything. She put on her best 'I need you' look, and stepped forward towards him, out of her skirt. She sent her left paw forward, and hooked it under his nervous, still shirt, pressing firmly against his stomach as she approached his lips with hers. "Anything?" she asked lustily. "I've been waiting for you to -"
"If you make some crack about me bringing the books back on time like last time, Hazel, I swear to God." He left the 'threat' open to interpretation on purpose. She knew that he didn't have the spine to do anything, which made it all the more adorable to her.
"No, no," she said softly, hushing his lips with the tip of one of her claws. He suddenly took a sharp breath - was she serious this time? Her left paw began to travel around his waist and up his back, worming its way into the cleft of muscle between his shoulder pads and sensually playing with the fur in that area. His knees were beginning to shake, afraid that they might give out from the sheer excitement.
"I think you're ready, Adrian," she said smoothly, staring him in the eyes. Her expression told him that she was really going to stop it - that this would be a night for him to remember for the rest of his years. Finally, after so much angst and frustration, after so many disappointing nights with his right hand, Hazel would finally put an end to these games of hers.
"I think you're ready," she repeated, pulling in closer. The quivering in his knees extended to the rest of his body. His eyes grew wide; his pupils shrunk. "To do something bigger than just sorting the books in the library."
He continued to shake; the sentence didn't register in his mind immediately. When it did, he gave her a confused look, though entertained the possibility that maybe she was just giving him another one of her patented innuendos, and that he was, in fact, going to do something much larger than just sorting books in the library. But the counter-argument in his mind was that she was going to pull another one of those stunts - the exact stunt he warned her not to do.
"We'll start by teaching you how to quickly find titles and authors in the library's search engine." Her tone and attitude hadn't changed; she said that sentence just as erotically as the last. Though the sentence's meaning found its way into Adrian's mind much faster than the last one, and his expression quickly changed to reflect that. Once she saw that he understood, she smiled and pulled away, walking towards one of the computers on the other end of the desk. "These are old computers," she explained, "and aren't really capable of doing more than one task at a time, so this computer is used for all the searches while the one at the front of the desk is used for scanning barcodes."
This was exactly like last time. The scenario was a perfect match; hell, it was almost word-for-word, too. His frustration and desperation peaking; his offering himself to her; and her playing with him before pulling away, thrashing his emotions to pieces and leaving his boner painfully erect in his pants.
Last time, he stood there, uttering the word 'but' a few times when he realized that she never intended to do anything with him and toyed with his emotions a bit. She responded by saying that he could watch hers as it walked away from him, laughing and giggling the whole time.
"First, let's say that you want to find a book by H. J. Hal-" she was cut off when Adrian's hands surprisingly wrapped around her shoulders and yanked her away from the computer she was facing. With an unusual amount of force, she was spun towards the open floor and pushed to the ground, giving off a shocked 'eep!' as the floor suddenly rushed up to meet her face.
She was about to pull herself to her feet, when Adrian fell on top of her, pinning her body with his. He was balancing himself on his left hand, his right having gone to his jeans to fuss with its button and zipper. He didn't offer any words; just his angry panting filled her ears.
"This is unusual for you, Adrian," she said once she heard the button unclip and the zipper pulled down. Adrian wriggled his hips violently, shaking himself out of his pants without removing himself from Hazel's body. As soon as the pants were at his knees, he pulled his underwear off in the same fashion, then quickly began pawing at hers. "Have I pushed you too far, dear? What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm sure you have an idea," he replied gruffly, eventually successful in pulling her cotton white panties comfortably out of his way. His member was a modest seven inches and was the usual girth; he wasn't notably 'hung' like he had heard some members of the school's football team were, but his was at least long enough to be considered satisfactory without being considered obscene. It was slightly tapered at the head, and it was as smooth as skin could be all across it. It was as hard as it could've been and rested on the cleft of her ass, not ready to penetrate just quite yet. "I told you not to toy with me the way you did last time, Hazel."
"Oh, and this is my punishment?" she giggled, shaking her bottom a bit, practically daring him to go through with it. "Adrian, you're a sweet kid with a bright future and a good head on your shoulders. And I'll admit that I probably should've expected you to get...upset over how I've treated you over the years. But I don't think you can really go through with this; I've never explicitly said 'yes' to this, have I?" Adrian understood her meaning. If he went through with this, it'd be considered non-consensual intercourse, which wasn't a good thing to have on one's record. But at the same time, she might not have said 'yes', but for a soon-to-be rape victim, she was struggling awfully lightly. Which meant either she wanted him to, or she had all the confidence that he wouldn't do it.
Sifting his hips a bit to angle his penis accurately at Hazel's sphincter, he made a stifled grunt before thrusting forward violently, quickly putting himself balls-deep into Hazel's ass.
She stiffened immediately at the sudden intrusion - maybe she bluffed when she should've called. The normally somewhat shy, cute, honest Adrian grew a spine almost instantly, and now his seven-inch was entirely in her ass, with nothing in the way of lube or protection or anything. The sensation wasn't...well, it was painful. Anal penetration was a very infrequent indulgence of hers, and every time she had it, there was a heady amount of preparation to it, at least. This was pretty sudden.
Adrian took a moment to recoil from the action as well. He wasn't a virgin, but this was his first time doing anal, to say nothing of the fact that this was pretty officially rape. Still, Hazel made no movement to resist: her expressions, sharp breaths and stiffness told him that she didn't expect him to go this far, but he had enough of her. And not a lot of things that she's done to him could be considered very legal either, reminding himself again of that time when she took deliberate advantage of him while he was asleep.
He rested for a moment, lightly soaking in the feeling that he had passed those moral barriers and he might have to deal with it later, but mostly taking in the sensation that his dick was in someone's ass, which, again, was a first for him. But overriding everything was the very thought that that ass was Hazel's. It was finally his time now.
That was enough recollecting, for him. His paws pressed tightly on her hips, he pulled out only about an inch or so before thrusting back in. There was no erotic schlep noise like having vaginal (or messy oral) sex, since so far this fuck was pretty dry. He paused only a moment again - the absence of that noise led him to believe that maybe he was doing something wrong, or something. He pulled out that same inch again, and thrust back in: still no noise, but that unmistakable feeling was telling him that he was definitely doing it right.
Invigorated, he did the same action again, and again, repeatedly stabbing into Hazel. His thrusts began to get more and more exaggerated, pulling out more and pushing in more the longer he kept it up. It was a remarkable feeling, the tight hotness of her body surrounding his most important part, getting him closer to that high each time he did it. Though, there was a bit of pain to it, which he didn't quite expect: since it was dry, her hole would pull fiercely and stretch his skin every time he pulled out, as if trying to keep him inside. He found that thought sexy (particularly because it's Hazel Weiss he was finally fucking), and the pleasure of the act far outdid any displeasure of it.
Hazel took a bit longer to come to her senses than Adrian. Her first thought was that she was getting buttfucked by Adrian, obviously. She never thought that he'd finally drum up the courage to try something, even after all those years - he seemed to spindly and submissive. She must've broken the camel's back tonight for him to suddenly come up with this.
Her body wracked back and forth with each of Adrian's thrusts into her hole. The pain was pretty much the only thing keeping her in her trance: she had never been dry-fucked anally before, and it was a wholly unwelcome experience. Her breathing intensified a lot faster and harder than normally during intercourse. Her butt felt extremely hot, having stretched so suddenly to accommodate Adrian's length into her.
Adrian fell forward, landing himself on the librarian's back, pressing her tail between his stomach and the small of her back. With a type of vengeful abandon, he reached around to her chest and quickly slid his grabby paws under the bit of vest that remained clinging to her, bursting the button open and damaging the cloth. He wasted no time in sliding his grabby hands under her bra, filling his palms with her pointed nipples and rolling them in his hands. Her breasts were firm - perhaps a little too firm: they weren't especially soft (toughened somewhat, like the rest of her toned body?) and he couldn't get as big a fistful of them as he had led himself to fantasize, but they were pleasing to the touch all the same.
Hazel agreed - maybe not in spirit, but in body - and slouched herself into his hands, encouraging them to continue their exploring. She moaned a bit as well, half-and-half between the pain and pleasure. Her many 'outings' with Raven had made them overly sensitive to most anything that touches them, which aided her a lot in her games with the student body.
Adrian had lost himself in the sensations for a few moments when his palms filled with that delicious skin. His hips thrust in and out, increasing their speed at a semi-regular pace. Hazel was being totally uncooperative and remained still during the actions, forcing him to find his own rhythm, but he didn't exactly expect her to be jumping for joy, either. His balls slapped against her pelvis with each inward swing, tickling her sensitive skin with the fur on his set while her sleek, smooth fur caressed his pair gently.
The sex didn't remain dry for too long; shortly after his first intrusion into her welcoming depths, he began to leak his own personal brand of lubricant, which slicked her insides and his outsides the more and more he kept it up. Quickly the pain for her skin pulling on his was removed entirely, and his movements sped up, slick and unhindered. He was panting into her neck heavily - if he could sweat, he'd probably be totally soaked by now.
Hazel was beginning to pant as well. The feeling of his two hands swiftly roaming over her chest, his fingers diving into her cleavage occasionally and his palms roughly rubbing over her nubs, had excited her enough, but now that the sex had at least some kind of lubrication to it, the pain wasn't so flaring around her orifice, and she could find a way to enjoy the act a little now.
Aside from the usual gasp or shudder, Hazel was still silent through the act, though now she was beginning to get more physical, moving slightly to match her rhythm with Adrian's. He noticed it when she began to move more than an inch at a time - well, that was good news, for him. Although he didn't care now, he'd feel pretty shitty later if he made her go through with this, and he wasn't even any good at it.
He removed his hands from her well-manicured tits and wrapped them tightly just under her ribs. He thrust in as deep as he could get, to make sure she wasn't going anywhere, and with another 'eep!', he pulled back, pulling himself into a sitting position with Hazel impaled on his shaft vertically. It took a few moments to shift himself into a comfortable position, so that his knees weren't painfully strained on the hard floor and that both their weights weren't resting entirely on his spine, but when he finally got into a position where he had the leverage without the discomfort, he resumed his frenzied ploughing into her ass. The fabric of her vest clouded his perfect vision of their position, and with a practically annoyed grunt he ripped the remainder of the vest off her, tossing it to the side. The bra itself held a little more steadfast; rather than fuss with the straps, he focused enough to drag one of his claws along the fabric without cutting Hazel. It too was discarded, leaving the teasing librarian in all her nude, violated splendour. The only article of clothing that remained between them was the deep-aqua blue shirt he neglected to take off before.
Her legs were spread apart in this new position, allowing herself to relax her muscles so that the stiff meat in her could slide in and out easily. Adrian looked Hazel over - he had had plenty of views of her backside before, but usually from a distance, as it walked away from him. But now he had a chance to really look at her from this angle, without having to worry about what he was going to do with himself for the rest of the night. Her short hair; her broad, powerful shoulders that were not uncommon for prairie lionesses like herself; her powerful back muscles; her tapered waist, with her clearly-defined muscles and smooth fur rippling with each dominant thrust into her; that long, prehensile tail of hers that drove him mad every time is teasingly flicked side to side whenever she knew he was starring; and those hips and ass. Maybe it was the angle he was seeing them from, or maybe it was the fact that he was inside them, but they looked unusually demanding now than when they were in a form-fitting skirt (or, in fact, nothing at all). She was an awfully built creature, and something about that made him thrust harder: maybe he was attracted to physically fit women, or maybe the idea that he was overpowering them appealed to him.
Comfortable that she wasn't about to go anywhere in this new position, he took his left hand away from its vice around her upper stomach. He slid it sensually across her belly, reeling in the feel of her fine fur and strong muscles, taking the time to evaluate his prize. He slid his hand farther south, occasionally moving back north slightly to feel her fur moving against its grain, just for the novelty. Soon, his hand had located her belly button, where it lingered for only a moment before continuing. Just below her stomach, to her waist, to her pelvis, eventually locating its treasure. Her stomach stiffened, pushing his protective grasp with his right arm just slightly away.
He teased her sex with his fingers, playing with her folds and gauging its heat and collective juices: it was hot enough to singe his fur if he wasn't careful, and it was most certainly wet. "Want me to stop?" he asked almost sinisterly, slowing his rhythmic fucking, giving her the idea that he was offering her a way out.
Her own bouncing hadn't deterred at all from his question, and it seemed as though she hadn't heard him at first. When he slowed even farther and his left hand had ceased its questing, she finally took notice. "No, don't stop, why would I want you to stop?"
Subconsciously, he began to hump faster. "I don't know; just in case you were uncomfortable with the situation. What with how we got here and all." His left hand began to move again, but nowhere near her vagina.
She thought about it briefly, but decided that it wasn't so bad. "No, Adrian, don't stop," she breathed, "keep fucking me."
He smirked to himself, beginning his rampant penetration again. "If you say so," he replied, bracing himself to start his thrusting again. His dick, balls and thighs were soaked in his leaking pre, and a bit of her own juices that had errantly splashed onto him from the action. His left hand began exploring her pussy again, stimulating all her vulnerable spots without thrusting his fingers in just yet.
His fingers began to flick lightly at each of her folds, totally ignoring her clit, gently entertaining the idea that he'd soon be thrusting two or more of his digits into her by exploring the very shallowest of her inside, hardly even past the claw. He was being explicitly careful to not suddenly push her forward and wind up finger-fucking her prematurely, and since he wasn't very good at this kind of multi-tasking, his pelvic thrusts were beginning to waver unreliably as a result.
"Just," Hazel winced, trying to push herself so far down that he'd stop teasing her with his fingers and just shove his knuckles up there already, "just fucking finger me, Adrian!"
Perfect! He thought to himself. He couldn't ask for a better reaction. He pushed his fingers in just a tiny bit more...before pulling out entirely, wrapping his left arm back into its original brace-like position, turning his wrist upward to cup her right breast. "No," he said, the putrid glee dripping from the word, "I've changed my mind."
"What?!" She did her best to sound criminalized, but failing under her own heavy breathless pants. "Adrian...!"
"Bring the books back on time, Mizz Weiss," he spat, his thrusting increasing at the sour thought of that other time when he was almost as helpless as she is now, "and I might change my mind."
"Adrian," her voice rumbled, shaking in time with her quivering body was it was intruded again and again at an increasing rhythm, "that's not funny, Adrian! Please, I need...!"
"That's rich, Hazel," he replied, his thrusts slowing so he could hear himself speak over the thundering schlep noises. "It's all fun and games until, right?" As a quick afterthought, he immediately switched his arms so that they weren't holding her by the chest, but by her armpits, so that she couldn't try to finish the job herself. She whimpered weakly, desperate to have something in her, but Adrian, while probably not as physically strong as her, had all the leverage while she had none. She could only hope that the anal sex was enough to get her off, and quick.
He was close; maybe within the minute, if he kept up his pace. He inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of the act. Hazel always wore this particular kind of perfume - whenever he managed to get a strong whiff of it, his desire would always spike. Combining its powerful scent with the natural 'flavour' of her fur, along with their combining juices, drove him into that last powerful frenzy. His balls began to ache that unique ache, the only way to relieve it coming to him instinctually.
His thrusting increased, his dick sliding easily in and out of her now-well-lubricated hole, his breathing getting sharp and erratic, his protective arms waning from their duties to grab and fondle her breasts to elevate his experience, their juices mixing and mashing quickly as he pumped, the air hot and fluid with their movements and scents, the feel of her skin bouncing against his, the sensations of her insides flexing and massaging his pole, that incredible feeling in his other head rushing up his spine, and finally -
A quivering exhale, as he felt his penis spasm a few times, releasing rope and coil after rope and coil into Hazel. He ceased his pumping, remaining totally hilted in her, making sure not a drop of his cum found its way out. His testicles contracted, feeling the skin grow tight around themselves. This orgasm was powerful; it had been maybe a few weeks since he had a proper one, from someone else or from himself, and all his pent-up energy, his frustration, and his desire flowed out of him and into her. Flowing into Hazel, he reminded himself: he had waited years and years for this moment to finally happen, and here it was. In the cold, dirty linoleum floors of the open library, behind the front desk - not the most ideal of spots or positions, but whatever, it's Hazel he had just fucked.
It wasn't the romantic 'was only a few seconds but felt like an eternity' orgasm he had read on some erotic short-stories on the internet, where the hero finally gets his girl after...freeing her from some villain's clutches or something. He knew exactly how long it had lasted - he was still pumping his jizz for a good ten seconds or so, but compared to most other orgasms, even with other women, that practically was an eternity. It was powerful enough to begin to irritate the muscles in his shaft slightly, staying in a constant flex to allow the sperm to pass through. But that was only one deficit compared to how he felt overall: the tension in his body, and his mind, had totally relaxed, feeling that awesome sense of euphoria wash over himself. He hadn't felt this great since his first - well, actually his second; his first was practically over before it began - time: he wanted to go outside and jump a few fences, maybe tackle a few football players. His body rested on a soft cloud, hovering only a few feet from the ground, assuring him that he had nothing to worry about now: no school, no job, no bills or taxes.
"Adrian," Hazel whimpered, bringing him down from his mind-blanking orgasm. He was beginning to grow soft, though he was still firmly lodged in her ass. "Have a good time?" she asked. Her breathing was beginning to relax a bit. Adrian had released his hands from her body shortly after he came, and she was using her free arms to balance herself so that she didn't idly wind up crushing his cervix.
When his eyes cleared and his ears picked up the voice, he was reminded of the woman that he just had anal with. It was Hazel, right. The 'gentleman' in himself (ignoring the fact that this whole thing began on a...questionable ground) felt obligated to help her with her own release - it was the least he could do. But at the same time, he was still extremely bitter and vengeful about the years and years she had cock-teased him, bringing him so close and then pushing him so far. Hell, he only got what he wanted through force. Did she deserve his help?
"Be a dear," she said, pulling herself up off his semi-erect rod and repositioning herself slightly so that he was angled into her other entrance, "and finish me off, would you?"
That unmistakable tone of voice. It was like the siren call of Odysseus - whenever he hear it, he'd be hopelessly compelled to do as she asked. He still couldn't believe she got him to pose for that painting in 2007. That 'come hither' voice, those seductive eyes, the way her body told him that she wanted him in five different languages...it was irresistible. And he was about to fall for it again.
The prospect of having proper intercourse with Hazel was appealing, almost painfully so. But if he fell for this again, he'd be sending himself back to square one: if he fell for it, he knew that she'd begin playing her games all over again, and since he muscled his way in once, he'd think that either she'd actually let him from them on, or, maybe another handful of years down the line, he'd force his way in again. Since her mind was too clouded with need, she probably hadn't thought that far down the line, but with his mind cleared after his own orgasm, he could see things clearly.
It took every ounce of his willpower, but he wordlessly shuffled backward, away from Hazel and her dripping, inviting sex. "No," he said for the second time during that coupling. A shocked Hazel looked over her shoulders, getting a look at his face, demanding confirmation.
"What?!" she asked frantically, and a little loudly. Adrian propped himself onto his knees, then onto his feet, walking steadfastly to his discarded pants and underwear.
Adrian was beginning to have second thoughts about his actions, but not because he doubted himself. If he could force himself onto Hazel, what's stopping Hazel from forcing herself on him? She was much larger and physically fit than he was - if she had no say last time, he wouldn't be able to even get a grunt in if he tried. So, he needed to move quickly. "Try next year," he said bitterly, quickly hopping into his underwear and pulling it up to his waist. "Valentine's Day is right around the corner." His pants quickly followed, and he finally he slid his feet into their shoes, placing the socks in his pockets - he wanted to spend as little time around her in her horny state as possible.
"But, but, but Adrian!" she stuttered dumbly, less infuriated by his actions as she was horribly confused. This had never happened to her before. Someone...denying her advances?
"You can watch it on the way out," he said over his shoulder. She was probably going to hate him for this. If she even kept to her games at all, she'd most likely find someone else to torture, leaving him out of it. Maybe she'll pull the 'woman scorned' card and sleep with him right away, just to get to Adrian. But, as far as he was concerned, he really, truly didn't care - if she stopped driving him insane with her forwards-and-backwards actions, all the safer for him.