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A library on a college campus was never completely empty, but Forest preferred to do his studies a bit later at night, when the average crowd would have finally given up the ghost and turned in for some much needed rest.

When he finally arrived and strolled over the polished stone of the entryway, there were few souls to be had, and those present were just the same as he would be: too absorbed in their studies to be bothered with the presence of anyone else.

“But I don’t really have time to go wandering this whole building...”

Multiple floors and almost the entirety of a city block, the college library was of such a large stature that Forest would have spent as much time walking to his books as he would have studying them.

Thankfully, there was always someone at the help desk, and those who worked the library were of the more helpful sort, when they had the chance to be so.

“Hi; I...uhm...I’m sorry to bother you, but I really need help finding some books.”

Most students would have just wandered about until they got close to what they were looking for. Others would have turned to a cell phone, but Forest preferred the old-fashioned methods, and for an old soul like Zabrina, that was perfectly fine.

She’d seen Forest plenty of times before, having worked at the library for as long as she had, but until that evening, she never had the chance to actually sit and speak with him. He was kind enough on the eyes that the vision of him was burned into her thoughts on the very first glance, but only as the months of that semester went on did she have the time to pick of more pieces of his personal puzzle.

“You’ve come to the right place,” Zabrina assured, her voice kinder, and yet, sharper than Forest would have expected. “Though, I am surprised that a smart looking fellow like you needs help with picking out a book.”

As often as he’d been in the library, it was surprising that Forest didn’t know the sections like the back of his hand by then, but the fact was that he was in the market for something oddly specific left him inclined to try turning to an expert, before braving the stacks of the library, himself.

“It’s just...I know to start looking in the history section, but beyond that, I'd need something really niche,” Forest explained. “I need something about the Austro-Hungarian empire—specifically their royal lineage—and that’s kinda...kinda hard to find, most places.”

Looking over the help desk, Forest had no shortage of things to admire, but he was less concerned with the little trinkets on Zabrina’s desk.

He was taken, in the most shallow sense of the word, by the sight of a button-up blouse that was allowed to stay one button lower than what most would consider acceptable for polite company.

He could understand and excuse that, given the low volume of traffic that came in later at night, and that was to say nothing of the warm weather they’d been hit with in the days prior, but the fact that her shirt was tucked into such a high-riding pencil skirt only added to an appeared that could have been plucked from the cliche garden of the naughty librarian fantasy.

“Is that right?”

Her voice was sweet before, and though Forest could still hear the sugar on her tongue, there was a foreign shift in her tone, as she revealed her usual voice to be the accent that she’d put on.

“I happen to be from Hungary, myself...descended of a minor, royal line,” Zabrina explained, more of her thick, natural accent coming through with every word, as though she was speaking away the dust of hiding it. “And though I’d be happy to help you find whatever book you’re looking for, I don’t think you’ll find any better place for information than the source, itself.”

Forest was hoping that Zabrina would be willing to help, having encountered plenty of less than helpful employees around other parts of the campus.

By her lineage alone, she’d be able to go above and beyond the call of what he’d hoped for, but that didn’t mean that she was guaranteed to lend a helping hand; her enthusiasm was nothing short of refreshing.

“That’s amazing!” Forest cheered, but hearing the echo of his own voice, he shushed himself and reached up, adjusting the frame of his glasses from the corner. “I, uhm...sorry about that. I’ve just really been struggling to find information about this subject, and it sounds like you’d be pretty knowledgeable, if you’d be willing to help me?”

“I thought it was clear that I would love to help you, but I do appreciate you asking, all the same,” Zabrina replied. “You’re not going to find the greatest wealth of information in the stacks, though. If you’re willing to put your trust in me, I’d be happy to show you a trove of knowledge that very few libraries would be lucky enough to have.”

It was far more generous an offer than Forest had expected, but where he had come to library to study on a weekly basis, Zabrina had been watching the German Shepherd with what she thought was fairly obvious appreciation.

He wasn’t quite oblivious, but if she was going to make her move, she wouldn’t have any better opportunity than the one that had waltzed up to her help desk, just then.

“You’re making it sound like this place has some sort of hidden section on old-world history,” Forest admitted. “A little ominous, but if you’re offering, I can’t really pass up the opportunity.”

“I was hoping you might say that. Other than heading down there to dust things off, I don’t get many chances to visit the archives, and it’s a little eerie without someone to accompany you. Just make sure to stay close, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, she stood from her seat, pushing back from the wheeled office chair with such enthusiasm that it spun away, all but forgotten in her otherwise fluid movements.

Flipping a sign on her desk around and marking herself out of office, she resisted the temptation to grab Forest by the palm, but she sped ahead of him at just such a pace that he’d be able to glean her sense of urgency...and where she, in turn, would be able to tell what a willing participant he would be, based on how quickly he moved to catch up to her.

There was a stumble, at first, but then, a bit of a bounce in the step of the canine, as he turned to follow the cougar, trying not to be so obvious about the way that his eyes were drawn to the snaking tip of her feline tail...

...and the supple, tightly held curve of her rump, just below that.

“For being a help desk attendant, you sure know how to make someone feel like they’re at the start of a cheesy adventure film,” Forest admitted, trying his best to make conversation without sounding like too much of a goof. “I didn’t know there was anything past this resource section...”

The front entryway of the library was made to invite people to head in any of three directions, so that they could explore whatever section of the library that they wanted, at their leisure.

Spiral staircases in each of those cardinal directions went up to the higher floors, but only to the right was there a staircase heading down, blocked off by a small, metal gate.

It would have been easy enough for a college student to jump that fence and get themselves into a heap of trouble, but for Zabrina, it was a simple matter of fishing into her blouse and pulling the key from around her neck, showing the importance with which she treated the security of that area.

“Most people never make it any further than the computer lab. Only the older students make proper use of the resource material found on this floor, anyway...the rest are too busy trying to look things up on their phones, or asking some AI program to write essays for them...but you seem a little wiser than that.”

Forest tried his best not to show his pleasure at that, but the swish of his tail would have been a dead giveaway, if Zabrina wasn’t walking ahead of him. “How do you figure?” he asked.

“Because you were smart enough to actually ask for help, instead of wasting your time looking lost because you didn’t want to be a bother.”

The number of people who would have gone without help instead of bothering an employee was certainly on the rise, especially in Forest’s generation, but Zabrina gave off such a warm and inviting smile that he would have stopped at the help desk to say hello, if only for a promised bit of friendly conversation.

He didn’t think it would turn into the cougar leading him into what felt like a forbidden area, but that sense of adventure was alive and well in the German Shepherd, as he followed her enticing movements, down and into the basement of the library.

Light switches were flicked on seamlessly, all by the drifting touch of Zabrina’s paw. She had no intention to make a spectacle of something so simple, but so captivating a woman was the cougar that Forest couldn’t help watching her digits stroke against the tired plaster of the wall.

“Down here, we keep some of the older texts that we don’t think would be safe among the typical, rough and tumble college students. As far as the Hungarian texts you were interested in, you won’t find a better translator out there than yours truly,” Zabrina explained. “It’s modest quarters, but...the greatest of treasures are often hidden in the plainest of sights.”

Zabrina was so carried away with her narrative that she didn’t bother closing the gate behind them, nor did she consider how well their voices might have carried up the length of that spiral staircase.

Those weren’t the sorts of things that Forest would have thought they should have worried about in the first place, but where the German Shepherd was still trying to tell himself that it was okay to ogle the backside of the helpdesk attendant, she’d already undressed him with her eyes and slammed him up against a stack of books with such force that it rattled the dust from their volumes.

She wasn’t sure that the canine would accept her invitation, but having felt the weight of his gaze upon her body since they reached the basement, she had a feeling the odds were in her favor.

“I wouldn’t have guessed that there was former royalty working in the campus library, so I guess you’ve got a point,” Forest agreed. “Though, I don’t know if I would call a library this size something modest , really.”

“Compared to the world that I came from, I can assure you that this place is indeed modest,” Zabrina claimed. “But you wouldn’t know of such things; that’s why I’ve brought you down here, pup...so that you might be properly educated.”

Though some still referred to college as a quest for knowledge, that was the first time that Forest felt like the words applied in anything close to the literal sense.

That he was being guided by someone who would have looked right at home in a library seemed fitting, at first, but the fact that there was so much more to her than met the eye—and what did meet the eye was surely pleasing—but the canine was drinking in something more than the decidedly low cut of her blouse and the grip of her pencil skirt, right then.

She was a woman who looked alive and rejuvenated when she was in the annals of history, and through the stacks, she guided Forest to a row of upright benches, each one holding a text that looked too delicate, too ancient for him to even consider touching them.

“Your smartphone wouldn’t be able to proper recite these words to you, but I happen to know someone that could help,” Zabrina teased. “The way you’ve been following her around since you got here, it’s a good thing that she’s such a willing participant.”

Forest only then realized that Zabrina was able to follow his stare, even in that dimly lit place, and in his comfort with her presence, he’d forgotten all about his manners; there would be no use denying it.

“I, uhm...I just wanted to make sure that I didn’t lose you down here?” he tried his best all the same, hoping that his attempt might take away some of the sting that was to come.

He expected to feel a slap across the side of his muzzle from what would have otherwise been delicate fingertips and soft, fluffed pawpads, but what came was the pressure of a claw—decidedly feline and dangerously sharp—against the underside of his chin.

“You really think that I didn’t notice you gawking, right from the start? You’ve gotta have a keen eye for detail to stay alive in my line of work,” Zabrina assured him. “If I had a problem with it, I would have said something when you ogled my cleavage at my desk, young man.”

It seemed a little too good to be true: that a slightly older—though far from older woman—would take such a liking to Forest, much less that she would give him a pass for doing something so lecherous in the first place.

He didn’t have quite the same level of awareness that she did, keeping him from noticing that she’d taken the opportunity to sample the bulge in his jeans when she’d walked by him in the first place.

“Well, if...if all really is forgiven, do you think you could help me with those textbooks? I’ll try my best to behave myself from now on,” he offered, though the way that Zabrina was grinning at him, he would have believed that he could do no wrong.

Truth be told, offering to behave himself was the last thing that she would have wanted from him, but where she’d been so kind, she didn’t want to overplay that overt sweetness just yet.

“You can be on whatever behavior you’d like,” Zabrina offered. “Just to have the chance to talk a little about where I came from and how I ended up here...that’s good enough for me, but it is nice to have some company that’s as easy on the eyes as these old texts are.”

Standing in front of the row of benches and approaching some of the already opened pages with a greater interest, Zabrina turned to a place of comfort that was unique; not only to her, as a person, but to the rest of the library.

Such aged books were a rare sight to see, and to have them preserved in such pristine condition, that much rarer...but Zabrina was passionate about her homeland, and as Forest was already coming to learn, she would have been the first person to admit that.

He admired that she was so passionate about her heritage, but there was something else in thar very room, fighting for her interest and slowly winning the battle.

“I didn’t think I’d get this kind of service and a smile,” Forest did his best to keep up with Zabrina’s flirty banter, silently worried about how his message came across. “It’s awfully nice, though...and really impressive. I feel like these books might turn to dust if I touch them, but if you don’t mind, I’d love to hear more about your history? You can’t put a whole country into a book, after all.”

“Wise words, young man. The entirety of a place cannot hope to be contained by a page, a tome, or even an entire library,” she agreed. “But my story would only be a fraction of that place, as well.”

“Even coming from royalty?”

“Minor royalty,” Zabrina reiterated. “I was of a noble line, in Hungary...born and raised across the ocean, in a world that would likely feel foreign, even to me, at this point.”

“If you were born royal, why on earth would you come to the states?”

“Though royal life isn’t always as glamorous as it sounds, you are right that it was a measure better than living the life of a peasant, certainly in Hungary...and my parents would never have allowed me to suffer such a fate, so they made sure to help me move across the ocean with them when...some things happened.”

Forest was expecting to hear the worst, but they were so far disconnected from the days of the last world war that he couldn’t imagine her secret being something that serious.

Of course, other countries had their own intricacies of government to be concerned with, and not everything required a war to be a big deal. To one family, even an incident with a local governor could turn into a life-altering issue.

The German Shepherd was on bated breath, the moment after he asked the obvious question. “So...what happened? What could have been so bad that it would force you to give up a life like that?”

“Like many of the most personal wounds a body can be, this one was purely self-inflicted,” Zabrina began her confession with that much, but when she turned away from the text, there was an even greater sharpness to her gaze—the lioness had locked into her prey—and Forest still had no idea that he was being hunted in the first place. “You see, my family employed a group of German Shepherds as servants in our ancestral home, and there was one a few years younger than me...handsome fellow, that one...and I simply couldn’t help reaching for the help, you see.”

Forest could have guessed at exactly what she meant by that.

It wasn’t difficult to discern, and yet, being such a canine himself, he couldn’t keep the next question from falling away from his lips. “I would...I would have imagined that sleeping with your servants wasn’t that big of a deal for someone of nobility?”

“If it was just once, and you could have covered it up, perhaps not,” Zabrina noted. “But I’m afraid my cravings for him were a bit...how would you say...over the top? To the point that he nearly feared my presence. I worked him harder off the clock than I did on the clock, and when push came to shove, the law took his side, believing that perhaps my desires were...less than consensual.”

The pieces fell into place, just as Forest decided to fall back slightly, thinking that his adventure took the very last turn that he would have expected.

“ Well then! My, uhm...my goodness...sounds like you had quite the experience growing up, didn’t you?” he took one more step back, thinking that polite conversation was no longer needed to make his escape. “That’s all very fascinating, but I’ve got a feeling I can find the book I need upstairs, so I, uhm...I’ll just-”

“You’ll just what? Deny me the chance to relive a thrill that I’ve been missing for over a decade?”

“I mean, I...y-you...you understand that I need to go study, right?”

“The study was a favorite room of mine,” Zabrina worked everything he said into another tease against him. “The things that I taught that young man in there, I’m sure he still hasn’t forgotten...I do envy whatever woman is on the receiving end of those lessons.”

Where Forest was trying to pretend that he was single minded in his quest to learn more about the royalty of the Austro-Hungarian empire, Zabrina made no secrets about being single minded in her quest to stand between the canine and whatever exit he thought he could reach.

The easiest way would be right back up the spiral staircase, but his eyes were darting past Zabrina, hoping to eke out the location of an emergency exit.

In the darker reaches of the basement, those red letters should have been easy to find, but a young, inexperienced canine didn’t have the backbone to stop Zabrina, when she pressed her palms upon his collarbone and eased him back toward the bench.

The only careful part of her approach was the way that she avoided pushing him into the old, aging tomes, but encouraging him into a stool and forcing him to look up at her breasts was no mistake: she was going to impress herself upon the canine, whether he liked it or not...and mixed messages wouldn’t be enough to stop her from taking things that next step further.

“I’m sure that she, uh...s-she must be very lucky,” Forest concurred, though his words were plied by the risk of upsetting such a powerful, vicious woman.

“Not quite as lucky as you’re about to be, but then, I should consider myself the fortunate one. I never thought I would have the chance to make love to someone so inexperienced again...never thought I’d get to see the look in their eyes as I did so many things to them for the first time...”

If he’d just pushed back against her and knocked her aside, he was sure he would have made the staircase before Zabrina could have stopped him, but he was already breathless from the pressure of claws in his shoulders.

Whatever breath he could have managed was being stolen away by the sultry croon of the lioness, describing the way that she was about to go in for her kill, giving Forest every detail he needed to know that he should have already left, and yet, his feet were so tightly pressed to the floor of the basement, one might have thought he glued them down himself.

“You don’t...y-you...don’t know that it’s my first time?” Forest tried his best to point out, but whether that was true or not, his lack of confidence and the subtle tremble in his lower jaw were telling Zabrina that she was on another level...

...and that was good enough for her, as she came in close enough to rest her bosom in his face, cradling his head into a hold that Forest couldn’t ignore the comforts of, even if he wasn’t sure he wanted it.

“Perhaps it isn’t, but I can promise that you’ve never been with someone like me, before. By the end of the night, I’m sure you’ll agree with that.”

Breasts set against the bridge of his muzzle and arms wrapped around the back of his head, Zabrina would have thought that she was offering quite the loving treatment to her new infatuation, but Forest, for his part, was still hesitant to accept what she thought to be the utmost kindness.

History, fittingly enough, was repeating itself, as Zabrina squeezed that much tighter around Forest’s skull, flattening his ears back and making it that much easier for an appreciative purr to rumble straight into his eardrum.

That vibration would have melted away the last of his resistance, any other time, but even if he wasn’t worried about Zabrina’s lack of concern for his consent, there was still the fear of that somewhat public setting they were in: with the gate left open at the top of the stairs, anyone could wander in, and Forest would have no alibi for what he was doing...and Zabrina, being the employee, would be the one to write the story, if they were caught.

She didn’t have much, if anything, to lose...but the way that she was going after Forest, it seemed that he would be losing something immediately, if Zabrina had her way with him.

“It doesn’t really f-feel like you’re gonna give me much of a choice in the matter, so I guess I’d better-”

It was obvious enough that he was getting ready to run, but the tension in his legs was a dead giveaway to a skilled predator like Zabrina.

She felt it all the way up into his shoulders, and just before he could make that move, she leaned her full weight into his body, keeping him sat in the stool while bending his posture back at the hip.

He was pinned to the desk before he could finish his yelping thought, and a moment later, that echoing sound was drowned out by the forbidden pressure of her lips upon his own.

Just like I remembered, she thought. Quick to move, a little sloppy, but I can feel him breathing against my lips; he’s so shy...it’s adorable.

Had she any greater concern for his consent, she would have hesitated there, if only to give him a moment to adjust to the sensation of a feline snout upon his own muzzle.

Having no regard for that, she pressed on that much harder, forcing his lips to open at the behest of her own, granting access to the tip of her rugged, eager tongue a moment later.

It was the first time Forest could recall feeling a tongue that wasn’t the wider, flatter nature of a canine, and though it wasn’t one that he welcomed in the first place, he was intrigued by the different sensations it provided.

As if he was having his own flesh scraped from itself, he found the pressure created little more than a tickle, and when Zabrina moved in that much closer, she made sure that the roof of his maw had the same experience, all without pausing for a breath.

Forest quietly hoped that she might apologize for what she’d already done, or what was coming next, but as her tongue eased back and her lips suckled gently at his own, stealing whatever taste she could get of the younger canine, he realized that it was for the best if he just gave up the ghost...

...but that didn’t mean he had to approve of being haunted.

“He was just like you...”

The kiss broke so suddenly, with such a firm pull at his lips, that Forest couldn’t help wincing at the sensation and missing that finish line entirely.

“He’d always squirm when I pinned him down like this...and it didn’t matter where we did it, either. I’d trap him in the study, lock the door behind him and make him moan in the wine cellar, strip him down in the kitchen and force him to pleasure me before anyone could catch us...and though he lacked your particular enthusiasm, he was certainly faithful enough to have earned the title of a servant.”

Forest didn’t want to admit that he was pitching a small tent in his jeans, but sure enough, the very tip of that canine member was pressing up, showing just enough of its shape that Zabrina gleaned the shape of it without ever having to touch it.

She’d be doing plenty of that, before too much longer...but she wasn’t going to rush through coming in close, grabbing Forest by the chin and stealing another kiss from him, wanting to savor the unique rush that came from each step of the process.

After all, there was something more intimate about the way that her lips were able to move upon and control his own—a deeper connection, to be sure—but it was different than the tantalizing power that she felt when she realized that she’d trapped the younger man in place, giving him no way out of the library, save for going through her.

“By the time I was done with him, I’d pushed him so far outside of his comfort zone that I don’t think he knew what the words meant, anymore,” Zabrina suggested, moving once more from the kiss with such enthusiasm that Forest could still feel the electricity at the corners of his muzzle, even when the cougar gave him a rare chance to breathe. “I’d completely changed him into the perfect servant: loyal, talented and terrified of stepping out of line, and then, just as quickly as I had him, he was snatched away from me...”

Forest wasn’t sure if it was better to answer, or let the feline continue her thought.

He gambled on silence, and for holding his tongue, he was rewarded with the sight of Zabrina’s paws moving back to her own body, capturing one more button on her blouse; a tiny pull was all it took to expose the top of the cups of her brassier.

“I won’t let that happen with you, young man.”

She hurried through the rest of the buttons, finding that she could make as much of a display as she needed by simply exposing her bra in the first place.

There didn’t have to be anything truly showy about that, as the full, soft weight of her bosom, held by the grip of black lace and cotton, stood on its own as a sight that any man would be lucky to behold...and a gasping Forest couldn’t help letting his eyes drift, even if some part of him was still being taken against his better judgment.

Whether it was against his better wishes was harder to say, and the lines continued to blur as Zabrina stopped there, taking the chance to grab Forest by his limp wrists.

A SMACK rang out as his knuckles bounced on the tilted desk behind him. Before he could finish the gasp that would have told of his pain, he felt lips pressing upon his own once more, but there was something greater than the taking of a sample, that time around.

Zabrina had enough of a taste the first two times to know that she was getting exactly what she wanted from the exchange, but the third round was a different beast.

Forest would have been hard pressed to deny the passion that came through her lips on every stroke, but without his paws to find a form of purchase, there was a greater sense of danger—of imminence—and the poor canine had no choice but to try and keep up with the sudden pressure of a tongue that reached for the back of his own...

...and his body shuddered when she went for the throat, giving him little chance to collect a breath.

You really didn’t think you’d be able to get away, did you? You weren’t going to try and waste that energy on an escape when you’ve got a much better place to put it...

She wished he could hear that dialogue, but far less than she wished to nibble at his lower lip, when her tongue had as much of the canine as there was to take.

Her own spittle was laced with his own, and on the other end of that kiss, Forest was so breathless that he’d experienced something more than a mere headrush, as much as he would have expected one from such a thrilling exchange.

Instead, it was the fact that he could barely breathe all the while, and as he took that first, deep inhale, he found himself curling his digits and clawing back against Zabrina, trying to break his wrists free of her sinister grasp.

“It’s adorable, really...that you think you could get away from me like this,” Zabrina mentioned, finally releasing one of his wrists, in favor of the bulge that she’d anticipated. “You would have tripped yourself on the way out!”

Forest tried to squirm away from that grasp. His body trembled with the pressure of that grip, but no matter how he turned his hips, Zabrina made sure that her paw was wrapped tight around that bulge, holding it with a wide, knowing grin.

“If only I could have convinced you to trip and fall into me...”

Such force moved through her digits that it was one step beyond pleasure, flirting with the realm of sensual pain. Zabrina wanted to make it clear that, even if it was only for the evening, Forest belonged to her; no part of him was to be kept from her clutches.

“But if you’re going to make me do all the work, I’ll be more than happy to guide you along,” she offered. “You’ll never forget the way Zabrina made you feel...even in the once peaceful realm of your dreams, I promise you’ll be haunted by me...”

He wasn’t sure he’d make it to his dreams that night—certainly not peacefully—but by the time he did have a chance to get any rest, he’d be right exhausted, if Zabrina had anything to say about it.

Right then, she was the only one who had a say in that matter, and though Forest still had the chance to try and buck her away from his body, it wouldn’t have changed a thing about the lack of a graceful exit.

He couldn’t imagine his erection fading before he made it out of the staircase, and though he didn’t want Zabrina to be the one to deal with it for him, he wasn’t about to fish it out and start jerking that shaft, himself.

Of course, Zabrina would have been happy to get to that, once she’d gotten the canine properly warmed up. She could tell that he wasn’t fully erect, but as she came in close again, pressing the new warmth of her opened blouse against the side of Forest’s muzzle, she knew it would only be a matter of time before he was stiff enough to beg for relief, even if he wouldn’t be able to find the words.

“I’d almost forgotten this scent...the aroma of a such a worthy, young stud,” Zabrina spoke her way into the side of his neck, pressing a firm, claiming kiss upon his flesh. “The sort of thing that can make your knees weak...just by taking too deep a breath.”

Inhaling on that same cue, Zabrina drank in more of his intoxicating aroma, finding it such a delight on its own that she wondered if the first beads of her arousal might have already gathered at the petals of her womanhood.

She wanted to reach back and make that discovery on her own, but deeper inside, she could already feel that moisture gathering upon her inner walls, preparing to give the lucky canine the sort of soaking pleasures that she once shared with a man just like him.

He, too, was the sort who wasn’t sure if he was mentally on board with what was happening, but physically, there was plenty of evidence to show that his body was on board, and just the same, Forest couldn’t deny the growing weight and pressure of his cock against his lap, made that much worse by the slow, kissing trail of bites that ran down the side of his neck.

By the time she reached his collarbone, Zabrina was able to feel the pressure of his tip just by rubbing herself upon that spot, and though he didn’t notice it right off the bat, there was something more than mere warmth pressing against Forest’s bulge.

“But how am I supposed to not take that breath? How am I supposed to be this close to you and not take in everything that makes you so f-fucking hot in the first place?”

The moisture only grew against his covered bulge, until finally, Forest was able to feel that littlest bit of her natural desire seeping through, pushing beyond a layer of denim and a thinner, softer layer of cotton to make her greatest statement yet.

“You’ve gone awfully quiet on me, boy. Don’t tell me that the cat literally took your tongue when she took your lips...?”

Forest was bewildered, such that meeting her energy would prove impossible, but Zabrina would carry on regardless, knowing that there would be plenty of background noise to follow.

Her own voice faded back into a purr as she went back to work, assaulting his collarbone with a deep enough bite that Forest couldn’t help his whimpered reply...but there were still no words that would adequately describe his surprise, when her paws drifted toward his stomach and revealed that extra bit of pudge and fluff.

“Good thing she can’t take all of this away from you. Has to be one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen...and wouldn’t you know, there’s a little extra right here?”

Fingertips worked through that softer, warmer brown around his stomach, the claws raking a trail through in just the right way to highlight the extra fur above his pubic mound.

Pulling the button on his jeans would be more than enough to expose his arousal, but it would still give Forest the opportunity to say that it was just the way his body was reacting to her touch.

When she took it a step further and guided that cock into her soaking depths, he wouldn’t have a leg left to stand on, as far as she was concerned.

And I’ve waited this long for it...yearned for it all this time...do I need to wait any longer?

She could have taken the tease that much further, if she was so inclined.

She’d already done more to warm him up than most men would ever be lucky enough to feel. The temptation to keep working him up was still there, but as she humped against his lap and utterly soaked his jeans, she felt the pressure of that bulge against her womanhood.

All semblance of patience disappeared, and for one moment, Zabrina completely forgot herself. “That...t-that’s good... fuck yes!”

Her voice rattled the books nearby, and a once silent Forest let out a gasp of his own, worried that someone was lying in wait, just hoping they would let their guard down enough to get themselves caught.

“Guess that means we’re good and warmed up, aren’t we?” Zabrina joked.

“That...y-yeah. That’s one way to say it,” Forest finally spoke up again, his voice acting as little more than a way to express some of that nervous energy. “But we still shouldn’t-”

“Be doing this, here? Where we could get caught? Where anyone could walk in on us, right in the middle of us fucking?”

She wasn’t just teasing him for his hesitation, at that point.

She was spelling out how badly she wanted the danger of that scenario, no matter how much Forest would have resisted it.

It was obvious, but not just in her voice: the way that she worked her fingertips through his boxers and pulled his length entirely free spoke of a greater desire than words would so easily capture, and the way that she’d revealed her own secret—that lack of panties was evident as her petals kissed against the underside of his shaft—told Forest that Zabrina wouldn’t be stopped by concerns or precautions.

“If you weren’t leaking like a faucet, I might think you were actually worried about getting caught...but this speaks and spills volumes for you,” Zabrina claimed, paying as much attention to his throbbing flesh as she did the fear in his eyes. “Some part of you must want this, and that’s the part I’m after, boy...”

An employee and a student wasn’t quite the same power dynamic as an heiress and a servant, but for Zabrina, it was those shades of the past that made the moment feel just the same as it had before.

“I hope you’re ready for your history lesson.”

Zabrina wasn’t wrong for believing that one could share more about a personal experience through lust than a proper lesson.

She was offering Forest a trip through her own personal history, more than that of the country itself, and though it wasn’t anything he’d be able to use in his class, that wasn’t enough to stop Forest from being overwhelmed with both knowledge and pleasure in a single drop, as Zabrina moved to the tops of his thighs.

A kiss of her petals proved enough to break the silence of his whimper, and as he tried his best to stifle the sound that followed, Zabrina lowered herself into place on that canine tip, allowing the taper to slide gracefully into the warmth of her entrance.

“O-oh...fuck...you actually...y-you actually did it!” Forest cried out, somehow in disbelief at how far Zabrina was willing to go, ignorant of what she’d already done. “It’s in...y-you...you’re out of your mind!”

“First time with a girl like me, no doubt, but I think you’ll learn to love a girl that’s... out of her mind ,” Zabrina guessed, feeling the throb of Forest’s length on every inch of that first pass, until she’d settled right atop him, putting the old stool through its paces. “Though, by the time I’m done with you...I think you’ll be calling me something else, darling.”

For all the details he’d noticed: from the slick, clenching embrace of her womanhood to the delicate perfume that pressed upon the end of his muzzle, centered at her opened blouse...it occurred to him that he’d never asked for her name, and she never bothered with his.

He couldn’t decide if that was for the best, but with or without a name, Zabrina was right.

Forest would never forget the feeling of her body dropping into place, soaking his sack with a wealth of her juices. He’d never lose the sensation in his fingertips, where memories were already forming of the curve of her backside, those digits brought to hold her body by the eager clutches of her own paws.

“Let me teach you a thing or two about the way to touch a woman,” Zabrina offered. “The ways that you can’t find in any book...t-that you can’t learn about from any history lesson.”

The German Shepherd knew it would have been meaningless to argue with anyone who held that level of determination.

To lace it with such over lust, Forest had that moment of curiosity, wondering if she would have stopped, even if he hadn’t been leaking such a generous helping of precum...even if he’d bg5een kicking and screaming at her all the while.

Some part of him was enticed by that fact, but as warm and comforting as her body felt against his own, his blood still ran cold at the possibility that an already dubious moment could have been completely non-consensual.

“Didn’t know I was here to learn about anatomy,” Forest kept up, but there was little humor in his voice, as he sucked in a sharp gasp and exhaled another, fresh helping of bliss, his voice stolen by the eager hump of the feline. “But there’s n-not much use trying to stop it now, is there?”

“No use at all,” Zabrina cautioned. “I want you to absorb every...f-fucking...second...of this lesson, boy. The next time I see you, you’re going to show me everything you remember; disappoint me then, and you’ll find our next lesson to be much less enjoyable.”

She released his wrists, and just as she hoped, the canine was too overtaken—either enamored, or scared—but his grip remained on her rump, holding that flesh tight and squeezing it with the memory of what she’d already taught him.

There would be more lessons before they were all said and done, but the focus was entirely on Forest’s cock, right then: her inner muscles gripped and worked that shaft in a way that he’d never imagined possible, moving with such independent skill that it almost convinced him to stop her and ask the question of where she learned it.

Knowing that even the slightest parting of his lips would give away something more, Forest bit that lower lip instead, but the shifting of his expression and the throbbing of his member were tells enough for Zabrina to go motionless, first.

“Oh, no you don’t.”

“H...huh?”

“You’re learning to pleasure a woman, my baby boy...and you’re not allowed to cum until I say you are,” Zabrina warned him. “Until I order you to pump that knot inside of me...until I command you to fill my tummy with a fresh, warm load of pups...you keep those hips moving...y-you keep those balls churning!”

He wasn’t moving too much just then, but Forest knew that Zabrina was going to take what she wanted from him, no matter how willing he was.

It was already tough to stay steady when there was such overwhelming pleasure being forced upon him, but where his mind was still divided on how to feel about being used as a living sex toy, that bliss encouraged his body to follow her suggestion, whether he wanted to pound into her body or not.

Resisting would only deny him an orgasm, but knowing he wouldn’t be able to last forever, feeling his own precum mingle with the generous helping of arousal that had coated his lap...Forest was all too aware of the possible risks on the other side of that forbidden act.

“But, w-what...what if I can’t-”

“Don’t even think about it,” Zabrina warned, but she only moved that much faster, bucking herself so far down his shaft that she could feel the tickle of the fluff around the edge of his sheath, brushing her petals when she dared to take the entirety of that stolen cock. “I’m not ready yet...n-not... not yet!”

She was close; there was no denying the growing, fluttering sensation of inner muscles, moving with less of the calculation that Zabrina used before.

This was nothing short of passion and unbridled pleasure, forcing her body to move of its own accord, the same as Forest’s was when his hips pumped up to meet with the bottom of her rump.

He didn’t think he was going to survive that thrust, but where he wasn’t sure if luck was on his side or not before, he thought it nothing short of good fortune that he was able to live out that wonderful sensation, even if it was only for a moment longer.

“Still f-fits like a fucking glove, doesn’t it?” she asked, knowing that she wasn’t speaking to her servant, anymore, but that she’d be able to have Forest wrapped around her finger just as well, if she played her cards right. “Still makes me finish so much f-faster than I want to...still...m-makes me...wanna cum so f-fucking bad...”

The voice that was once dripping with confidence met with a wall of hesitation, and for a moment, there was sharp frustration, grazing over Forest’s eardrum, aided by the brush and then, the ferocious bite of her fangs.

“Final lesson, boy: knot me.”

“But... ow! B-but you s-”

“I said...t-to fucking...knot me...and I don’t remember asking you to make sure, boy...now do it!”

Her orders were given with such intensity that the dust on the shelves rattled around her; time was suddenly of the essence, as the echo of those words reached the spiral staircase.

It wasn’t a guarantee that anyone would hear them, especially during the later hours of the night, but it was more than enough to force Forest to grip around Zabrina’s hips and pound against her, moving with a canine intensity that the poor feline had dearly missed.

Though only for a few moments, it may as well have been a lifetime, for the cougar: to feel the familiar delight of that knot pounding against her womanhood again was something that she would have waited that much longer for, but to have that serendipitous rendezvous was a blessing that made up for every difficult student, every slow day, every night spent struggling to stay awake...

...this was worth every bit of it.

“Oh, f-fuck... fuck...I’m gonna-”

“Don’t say it,” Zabrina cut him off, pulling his face into her bosom anew and hugging around the back of his head, feeling the sudden, steamy breath of his arousal against her cleavage. “Just do it... do it!”

She would have loved to hear the younger man declare his feelings, but to have that final element of surprise—not quite knowing which throb would finally be the one—that brought her climax to an even greater height, forcing a streak of feminine ejaculate to spray back out of her folds, just before the weight of his knot surged up and in, sealing the rest of their messes inside of her.

“Fucking... finally...”

One taste of that seed would have been enough to sate her for a time, but Zabrina had only memories of the genuine volume a canine could produce.

Whimpering his way through that release, Forest knew exactly what kind of mess he was capable of: from the outset, he could feel his juices spilling back down, but the grip of Zabrina’s womanhood refused to let him budge, now that she could feel that liquid warmth pouring into her womb.

Such a comforting heat that she’d almost forgotten the delight of it, Zabrina felt as though she was being embraced by an old friend, and where Forest was left panting through that climax, the cougar rested her head against the top of his own, having rediscovered a place of lustful safety, for the moment.

It could only be that long, and though they both know it, Forest was relieved at the idea of his knot easing away, where Zabrina was already thinking of when she’d be able to feel it inside of her again.

“You really are in a hurry to find something, aren’t you?”

Forest wasn’t sure how long it had been, but it was less common that he had a knot inside of him.

Zabrina was an expert on that, and after what seemed like a lifetime for the canine, she was surprised to feel his body deflating enough that his length could ease back out of her.

“I...h-heh...I don’t think I can really...help that.”

A jettison of warm, slick mess sprayed out from the edge of Zabrina’s folds as the knot came free, the spop of that pressure being released registering in the mostly empty archives and echoing out something that neither party would have been able to explain, if they were caught.

Building on that body of evidence was the pool of mingled cum that formed when that streak hit the ground, and just a moment later, Zabrina added to it with a pair of shaky legs below and grinning lips up above.

“Something that you and I will have to work on, the next time you come around for a research assignment,” she replied. “You’re not graduating just yet, boy...you’ve many lessons left to complete.”

It was a view that Forest couldn’t help drinking in, as her lifted skirt revealed the bounty of her naked sex to him for the first time, complete with a cream filling that he helped to provide.

Pouted folds were absolutely coated with that mess, and even when she lowered her skirt anew and started buttoning up her blouse, Forest felt that image burned into his still conflicted thoughts.

“I look forward to our next encounter...”

Forest could hardly believe it, but as simply as that, she started walking away, his cum still dripping down her inner thighs and leaving a trail for anyone bold enough to go searching to follow.

For his own part, the canine looked down and saw his cock still leaking, still mostly erect and hanging out of the sheath, impossible to hide, or to even try to contain...

...and he still didn’t have the book he was looking for.