Takctoor’s Library is imnse, explaining the need for an ethereal map.
This helpful feature allows to navigating the bookshelves, encountering the tos i intend to read, the topics variating from the different employnts of the Stats, to the Embryons, Subclasses, and Beacons.
In my way to a reading room, i sight multiple checkpoints and booths, along receptions at all the entrances of the Library.
Each desk has three mbers, constituted by an Elder Supervisor with two Librarians of indistinct sex.
Regardless, many assistants are active too, wandering around the facilities, patrolling with watchful eyes over specific areas, preventing the passage of certain Cadets.
Books can contain magic, dangerous glyphs, summons, and even souls. Making so of us, unfitted to read determined texts.
The reading rooms wing is ahead, and it’s divided into Three types. Public, Private, and Tower’s Right.
The public area is not distinct to an Old Public Library from Azthea. Long tables with benches, although the seats are padded.
The private rooms are optimized for four, or six people, and it’s mandatory to pay Twenty Five or Fifteen Credits per week.
I don’t have such problem, entering to a spacious room, better furnished than my apartnt in Azthea.
Cresseida is sitting on a luxurious black velvet armchair, reading a book that contains a picturesque title, «The twirling touch» by Mada Throllüsath.
The cover couldn’t be less graphic, showing the delicate hand of a Mature Da that has a suggestive grip under the phallic knob of a thick cane.
"Enjoying your work, Cresseida?".
"I do, Young Gentleman". She says calmly, half closing the book, bringing the cover to her cleavage, obstructing the image as a light blush spreads across her cheeks. "Although my shift has ended, i wouldn’t dare to slack off for nothing less than eight orgasms".
"How specific. Im It would be a problem if i impart you more than eight climaxes?". I tease, and Cresseida scoffs, annoyed by how accurate is the sentence.
"Don’t be Cocky, Young Gentleman". She says playfully, changing her position on the armchair, patting the seat, making space for . "Arrogance leads to self-destruction".
I take Cresseida’s words at heart. My entire behavior has been extrely arrogant, and the acceptance causes my left eye to twitch with the residual spasm from the wound i received due to my own stupidity, and inability to protect myself.
Due to our closeness, the Librarian notices the disparity in my face, her expression turning lovely with and apologetic smile, her fingers coated in green Emts carefully brush the already healed, but previously affected area, matching the uneven tonalities of my old and new skin.
"Rough day, Young Gentleman?".
"No". I chuckle. "Perhaps that is why it bothers ".
She giggles, pecking my left temple, her hand trailing down, tickling my Adam’s apple, then reaching my pectoral muscles.
Cresseida’s gaze changes to confusion, her glowing irises observing the blue rhombus with a burst of anger and disgust, her nails lengthen to imitate translucent serpent fangs, scratching the burgundy scales of my Adarga, raising an ethereal layer of light green energy that doesn’t belong to , or her.
The Librarian infiltrates the peridot immaterial shade with her green Emts, overwhelming this energy, dissipating it. She continues staring at , scratching my shoulder with more vigour, repeating the whole process, destroying a neon green film. "Two Track Tags. Young Gentleman. You should be more careful. And the Academy start doing a thorough check up on everyone".
{Isn’t that odd?}.
"How co Saavedra didn’t notice?".
Cresseida moves her hand lower, touching my groin with insidious insistence. "The Kerran Gydllurn of the Sunderzen House?".
{So that is why her Na is Saavedra, for Sunderzen...}.
"I believe so".
"Her Alignnt is Coral". The Librarian reveals tapping the growing bulge between my legs. "Coral is the worse and best arrangent the Stats can possibly have, increasing only when each of the Five Stats has gained an equal number of Points".
{Sounds tough}.
I free my manhood from the Adarga, and Cresseida is quick to trails her soft delicate fingers along my virility, showcasing her study session is paying off. "Besides Real and Royal Alignnts, can be spotted and defeated solely by True and Authentic Alignnts of the sa Stats, again, Coral is an exception, but the Kerran Gydllurn hasn’t reached a Full Blazing Zenith, aning she is unable to detect a Track Tag engrained by a Gift".
{Really?!}.
"I thought she was more powerful".
Licking her lips, Cresseida holds the base of my dick, straightening the shaft as she leans slightly, spitting on the swollen bulbous head, stroking my girth to spread the saliva. "You said it yourself, Young Gentleman, «She Was». But without an Embryon, Level 9 is the limit, and the Subclasses are no longer accessible, including the Stats and benefits they provide".
"How soone can lose an Embryon?. Or the Embryons are not bound to us until our death?".
Her coquettish amused giggle is totally the type of provocation i like to hear from a woman, and Cresseida seems to have a natural talent to be daring. "The Embryons are tied to us until we Cease To Exist, not to our death, Vurckair".
{Right. I can’t die if an Alt’Ver «Kills »}.
"But. It’s different to Bound an Embryon, to Rise an Embryon, to Conquer an Embryon, to Acquire an Embryon, or to Contract an Embryon. In the latter, if you fail to fulfill the clauses you stipulate in the contract, the Embryon is gone, forever. And the majority of Embryons wouldn’t want to move into a space that had another owner".
"You an, the black room in which my Embryons rest?".
"If that is how your First Embryon created the space. Yes".
"Can be change?".
"Usually not. But so objects can do it, certain materials can be sent there when your Adarga assimilates them".
"I see...". Kissing Cresseida, i rest on the armchair, picking up one of the books i select.
She cuddles, rubbing her hair against my chest and shoulder, like if she were cleaning any possible residues of the Track Tag.
Her tempting slow handjob continues teasing , and she doesn’t stop reading her colourful, interesting book. Which is actually about massages, not solely focused on the Happy Ending so therapist offer if they are tipped properly...
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