The Devil’s Librarian

The next morning started much like the last. Chanel arrived at the library nearly an hour early, eager to see Bolt. She found him still asleep while his erection formed. She carefully took his organ into her mouth to greet him a warm good morning. Bolt, in the midst of excitement and slumber, came into her mouth. Chanel had already become used to it, relished the wickedness and swallowed the whole discharge. Bolt was craving a little more rest. She smiled and quietly slipped under the blanket beside him. Bolt drew her into his arms and sank back into sleep. Chanel cherished the closeness more than anything. With quiet affection she gazed at his sleeping face. She felt she could keep staring at his relaxed, happy face forever.

About half an hour later, Bolt stirred awake. They lingered in each other's arms for a while, shared lazy kisses and then finally got up. Breakfast followed, light and playful. Chanel sat on his lap as he fed her bites between soft caresses on her breasts. When it was time to go, she kissed him goodbye. Bolt demanded a goodbye kiss on his cock too. She obliged, cheerfully. She still had a smile on her face as she headed to her desk to start the day.

Chanel couldn't slip away to the archive room during lunch because a new shipment of books had arrived. All her day was spent logging them into the system, then adding barcodes and stamping them with the library seal. She told herself she would make up for it later in the evening. Just when she thought Tony would leave now he showed up at her desk. His face was lighting up with excitement.

"Guess what? The Graypine Chronicle published my article, the one on the restoration project of the town hall. I thought maybe we could grab a coffee to celebrate?" He smiled shyly.

Chanel hesitated, her heart acted abnormally. She could already feel the clock ticking toward the hour she had promised herself to Bolt. Yet, refusing Tony felt too mean.

"That's wonderful, Tony," she said, forcing a warm smile on her face. But her thoughts ran elsewhere, up the narrow staircase. Before leaving with Tony, she did something she had no explanation for. She reached for the monitor and quietly turned off the CCTV cameras. Tony didn't see her doing this.

The coffee with Tony stretched longer than she intended. That evening, back home, Chanel felt an odd restlessness beneath her calm surface. The silence felt heavier than usual. Gary flipped through some old newspapers. The ticking of the clock felt far too loud.

She glanced at him and casually said, "Aren't you fishing tonight? I thought you would."

Gary looked up, a bit surprised. "You sure you don't mind?" he asked.

"Of course not," she smiled, almost too quickly.

He nodded, his newspaper work still took some time. After a while, he gathered his fishing gear and left. The sound of his car faded down the street. Her heart raced with a sense of forbidden relief.

Chanel sat still for a second, then jumped off the next second. She grabbed her phone and called in an order for pizza. Then she got in the shower, took off the little bit of pubic hair she had, and cleaned her genitals for her lover. A little makeup made her face look brighter, softer, and more attractive. Once she was ready, she drove out. On her way to the library she picked up the pizza and a bottle of red wine. She parked her car in the underground lot of the nearby shopping center to avoid being seen.

Then, slowly and carefully, she went into the library. It was dark and quiet inside. As she walked toward the archive room, her footsteps barely made a sound. Her heart raced incessantly. She slid the key into the lock gently. The door made a faint click sound and opened. She stepped inside cautiously with a hope to give her lover a surprise. The lights were already on inside, but Bolt was nowhere to be seen. She figured he was in the washroom from the sound of running water. Her gaze moved toward the table in the corner. She found a white daisy on it, the kind that grew in the library garden. Its white petals were still cool from the evening dew. Next to it was a small handwritten note, "To the kindest woman I know -- Chanel." A thin tear gathered at the corner of her eye, trembling before it fell.

Chanel turned when the washroom door opened. "You knew I would come?" her voice filled with emotion.

"Well, you didn't say goodbye before leaving. So I guessed it wasn't goodbye after all," a smile curved on his face. His white teeth flashed brightly.

Chanel couldn't help herself but rushed into his arms and kissed him deeply. He met her fervor with equal passion. Their lips melted into each other.

"My god, you look so gorgeous!" said Bolt, breaking away from the kiss. That made her blush and jolly.

They sat down together to share their dinner. Bolt took a small candle from the supplies she brought him and switched off the lights. The flame flickered over the walls of the archive room. The space felt intimate, special. The smell of the pizza and the taste of the red wine in the mysterious candlelight created an air of romance. The moment was warm, special and entirely their own. Every sip and bite made the simple meal feel like a quiet celebration of intimacy and desire.

After dinner, Bolt played soft romantic music on his phone and took her hand. Chanel stepped into his arms and rested her head against his chest as they slowly danced. His lips found her neck, and his tongue moved slowly and gently over her skin, that sent shivers through her. Bit by bit, he undressed her. She responded with a shy eagerness. Her hands trembled, yet she helped him remove his clothes. Before long, they were dancing naked, hand in hand. Their bodies brushed under the dim candlelight. The music kept working its charm to draw them into the heat of romance. The soft glow cast mysterious shades on the walls. He softly massaged her bosoms, gently sparking desire. And she reciprocated by adoringly rubbing his manhood while they danced. When Bolt lifted her effortlessly on his lap, Chanel jumped to reach there. Her kisses grew hungry and wild.

Bolt whispered, "Let's take this beyond the archive room tonight."

Chanel pulled back, looked at him with scared eyes.

He smiled and said, "The cameras are off, I saw. No one will know. That's why I brought you that flower from the garden."

She resumed kissing him, which Bolt took as her consent. He pushed the door open with Chanel still on his lap. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He dropped her on the sofa outside. The cold lather cushion felt like a chill on her butt cheeks when she landed. His potent cock was inches away from her eyes, throbbing in excitement. Chanel's mouth watered watching the erect cock in its full glory. She took it in her mouth instantly but she was only able to fit his massive glans penis. Bolt was enjoying the ecstasy of her mouthwork on his shaft.

When Bolt murmured, "Tonight you are all mine," a rush of emotion flooded through Chanel. The words hit her deeply, brought back the long-lost feeling of being wanted and belonging to someone. It was that 'something' which had been missing from her life for too long. But she decided to play with him a bit.

"Oh really?" she giggled, stepping into the dark, "Then come and get me."

Her laughter echoed through the empty aisles as she slipped away. Her shape disappeared behind the rows of books. He followed, the sound of their footsteps broke the silence around them. The chase stopped only when they dissolved into kisses. In that faint light, Bolt's hand slid over her pussy.

"You shaved?... For me?" he asked with a surprise in his voice.

Chanel winked at him and ran away, daring him to chase her. Her breasts bounced in a rhythm, so did her ass. A lure for him to run after. In that charged, intimate moment, she forgot the world outside. No rules, no boundaries, no expectations, whatsoever. She felt a never-seen-before freedom from the boredom and loneliness that kept her suffering for so long. She felt she had not only got rid of her garments, but also of all the burden that had held her back for years. Tonight, she was alive on her own terms, she was running wild with the freedom she defined for herself.

She ran down the stairs and Bolt followed her. This place appears different during the day. It's incredible to imagine she is here, naked with her lover. Bolt sprinted to get her. Chanel laughed with delight when he grabbed her. Bolt hugged her from behind. His cock poked into Chanel's back. She reached back to grip the cock, then turned around to kiss him. Bolt picked her up and placed her on a library table. His tongue went right into her pussy. Chanel moaned and twisted with pleasure. After a while, he got her on her knees, and she started to give him a blowjob. Bolt's penis got fully erect in no time. The romantic dance and the magical ambience were playing their charm on his organ for a while. And now her mouth contributed even more to form his erection. He leaned Chanel over the table on her chest, then raised her right leg on the table. She leaned over with her hands spread out, still half-reclined. Her ass parted in that position. Bolt noticed secretions streaming down her pussy.

"Take me, my love. I can't wait," said Chanel, turning her head.

Bolt slowly entered her from behind. The head felt like it was taking up the whole interior space, but he kept moving deeper and deeper. Her juices made things easier for him though. After making his way into her, he began jabbing. Bolt placed his hands on her shoulders and drew her back on each thrust he delivered.

Chanel yelled in extreme pleasure, "Yes, yes, like that, don't stop. Fuck me in my own library. Make me yours tonight. I wanna be yours. I love it."

Bolt turned her around to face her. Chanel sat on the table and watched him go inside her, the view she liked most while taking his cock. Bolt grumbled as if he was possessed. They kept fucking for a while, then changed spot throughout the library. He fucked her in every possible corner. He even put her on the taped cardboard boxes and drilled into her pussy. She leaned against a bookcase with her head inside the shelf while Bolt pounded her from behind. Her head moved in and out with each push. Some of the books fell to the ground from his forceful thrusts. Then he placed her on the floor and fucked her doggy style. Finally, the time had come to discharge the lovely cum in her. He injected a great amount deep into the hot cave. Then rolled onto his back on the floor. Chanel turned to stare at his firm shaft. It was still dripping his jizz. She licked the last bit off the tip and laid alongside him. Both were trying to regain their breath on the library floor.

After resting a bit, Bolt pulled her on his lap and entered the archive room. They lay together on the mattress. Bolt suckled her tits and Chanel caressed his hair in loving tenderness to help him fall asleep. They slept in each other's arms, naked and wrapped in a blanket. Her pussy was drenched with Bolt's cum. She enjoyed the sensation in her sleep. Chanel couldn't remember a night more enjoyable than this.

From that day, sex became a regular activity for them. They had almost settled into a routine for it. Chanel arrived at the archive room a bit earlier and greeted him with a 'good morning blowjob'. He allowed himself the luxury of relaxing a bit longer, though releasing the 'starter' into her waiting mouth. They enjoyed the warmth in each other's arms and ate breakfast together. Then Chanel began her work.

At lunchtime, she made excuses to Tony about tidying the archive room so she could spend more time with Bolt. She would occasionally take short naps with him. Bolt liked her to be naked when they were alone in the locked chamber. She stayed up late after work for some evening trysts. She would turn off the library cameras more often to facilitate her meetings. She ran to the archive room as soon as Gary left the house. Bolt mated with her in every possible place of the library. She lost her ability to resist the temptation.

Life felt so happy and fulfilling that Chanel didn't even realize how she had been caught up in lust. The forbidden fascinated her so strongly that the line between virtue and vice started to fade inside her. His dark member hypnotized her like a serpent. Its black magic coiled around her in a way that Chanel stood no chance. Bolt dared her to do things that brought thrills and excitements into her life that she never knew existed. Some of the dares she gladly accepted, while others terrified her. Eventually, the thrill made her come back for more dares.

One such night, when she was naked in his arms under a thin blanket, he dared her to walk to the library garden. Chanel froze to death at the idea, but Bolt had a way of molding her. She opened the garden door with trembling hands. The gust of wind shivered her bare body. She looked outside with fear in her eyes. Her heart pounded frantically as she stepped outside. Bolt followed her, but wasn't nearly as nervous about being nude outside. Chanel stood beneath the stars. Her hands covered her breasts and vagina. She was scared to death that her ass was on full display. Bolt lounged on a bench with his legs spread apart. His skin glistened with a few droplets of sweat. The waxing moon cast a soft glow that wrapped the night in light and shadow.

"Prove to me you are mine," he said, his bright teeth kept shining in the dark.

Terrified, Chanel looked around to find the glimpse of any curious eyes. Then she knelt and gave herself to him without a second thought. She sucked him hard to try to get rid of the fear that was paralyzing her mind. She kept the pressure of her mouth. Also the exotic spot played its magic and soon his cock grew harder. Bolt then seated her on the bench on her knees. She leaned against the backrest for balance, turning her ass toward him. Bolt grabbed her waist and pushed his thick shaft into her pussy. Her heart was torn between the delight of sex and the terror of being spotted by people. He fucked her with animalistic passion. She almost screamed in that intense pleasure but held herself back. Chanel felt his massive shaft throb deep into her pussy as the climax approached. He released his love juice into her warm, yearning pussy.

Chanel wanted to go inside as soon as she caught her breath. But Bolt said, "Let's not rush. Nobody is around here at this hour. Let's enjoy the charming breeze."

Chanel rested her head on his lap on the bench. His flaccid cock, yet long enough, stretched over her face and touched her lips. It smelled like their mixed juices. Chanel kissed its tip and licked it lazily. She was enjoying the moment, though she was still a little scared inside.

Bolt said, "Baby, you have done so much for me. I'm not sure whether I can ever repay the kindness. But could you just do me a favor one last time? I was able to contact a friend after a long time of trying. He has some evidence of my innocence. Can you go to him and get the package he gives you?"

Chanel sat up, her eyes sparkled with hope, "Of course, darling, just tell me where he is, and I will bring it to you."

"You can meet him tomorrow around ten at night. He is worried that the police might come after him as well. And I know I don't really have to say this, but don't open the box anywhere. Just bring it straight to me."

"Of course, my love," Chanel replied, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

She was overjoyed that his fugitive days are coming to an end. Bolt grabbed her onto his lap. Chanel jumped and yelled with pleasure, completely forgetting the time and place. Bolt finally entered the library, and naked Chanel clung to his lap, couldn't stop kissing him.