The Librarian and the Thief (MF oral bd) © 2011 Rhys.The.Mage [1] In the northwestern city of Hellegau a professional thief by the name of Kline had investigated and observed one particular young woman for many days now.  Her name was Leslie, and she was one of the librarians for the local Duke. This particular noble happened to have the Royal Library under his charge, and there was one specific book that Kline needed to fulfill his current contract. Kline was waiting for Leslie as she left the library, expecting her to pass the farmer's market as she did every day at this time. As she was examining some green apples he made his move and approached her, from the front so as not to startle or alarm her. “Good afternoon miss,” he said. “Good afternoon,” she said, her reply courteous, but terse. She paused in examining the fruit and looked at him with an odd mix of curiosity and annoyance. He picked up a pair of apples and moved closer to her. “I would like to discuss a business proposition with you.” She flushed, and an angry expression crossed her face. “The women you are looking for are located in the southern quarter of the city.” She turned away from him. He could not help himself, he laughed out loud. “That is not the kind of business I had in mind.” The anger remained, but she looked back at him. “Oh? Am I so homely that men would not even pay for me?” “No, you misunderstand me. What you suggest and what I had in mind were so far apart I could not help but laugh. That is all.” She looked unconvinced. He raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to her. “However, since you seem to have a price in mind, and since everyone does have their price, what would you charge me if that were our business?” Her mouth opened slightly, the anger disappeared, and then her mouth snapped shut. She turned away, quickly moving to the fruit seller and giving him a few coins for her purchase. Kline followed her. At the next stand, one filled with various vegetables, she paused and looked over her shoulder at him. “Do I need to call the guard?” “You've not heard my proposal. Once you have, if you choose not to accept, I shall leave you alone, and fade back into obscurity.” “More like the shadows I should think.” He shrugged, “Indeed.” He stared back at her, noticed she did not flinch. “Is there someplace quiet we might talk?” The look she gave him spoke volumes—she did not know whether to be frightened or intrigued. “I, I suppose listening to you couldn't be that dangerous. Do you know where the Four Winds is?” He shook his head. “No, but I will find it.” “Be there at sunset, and I will meet you a half hour later.” “How very suspicious of you.” She smiled at him, for the first time, then turned and moved quickly into the crowd. Indeed, he thought to himself, this was a very strange job. [2] At the prescribed time Kline was waiting in a corner of the Four Winds Tavern. The young librarian, one he hoped would be open to helping him with his latest commission, showed up promptly a half hour after sunset. She spotted him quickly and walked straight to him. Her skeptical look and simple clothes had not changed since their meeting hours ago. He stood, “Glad to see you decided to join me.” She said nothing, and Kline extended his hand, “My name is Kline.” She took his hand firmly. “Leslie.” As they sat down the serving girl brought him a tankard of ale and her a glass of wine. “So, what business proposition could you have for a common librarian. I would wager your line of work does not typically include scholarly research.” “And what would you know of my line of work, eh? Now, as to the latter, you are correct. As to the former, however, you are hardly a common librarian.” “And what would you know of my line of work? What would make me uncommon?” Kline laughed, “That is easy. Common librarians do not work in the Royal Library.” She shrugged, almost imperceptibly. “Perhaps most librarians do not work in such a place, but the work is quite common enough.” “Tsk tsk. You are focusing on all the wrong things if you are trying to figure out why you are not common.” Her brow furrowed as she stared at him. “The only thing different about the Royal Library is the rather overly complicated system we use to ensure those requesting books do not know how--” Kline smiled, “Exactly.” He drank from his tankard. She smirked. “They do not know how they are filed.” Kline nodded. She continued, her voice a whisper, “You want me to steal a book from the Royal Library?” “You are a direct one aren't you? Well, not exactly, but close enough. Yes, that is what I want. There is a certain book I am looking for, and I am willing to pay you quite well to help me get to it.” Kline finished his ale and motioned for the serving girl to bring him another. She stared down at her glass of wine, as if uncertain of her next move. As the next flagon of ale arrived, she abruptly gulped down her wine and asked for another. “You are paying, of course,” she said, not really asking a question. Kline nodded. “Of course. Is it not customary for the man to pay when he and a lady are out on the town?” “We are not 'out on the town.' I simply wanted to hear what you had to say. This is strictly business, is it not?” “True, but the other subject is fascinating is it not? A man and a woman enjoy an evening together, like we are now, and it is very much like the transactions of the southern quarter you mentioned before. Only it is not discussed that way in polite company.” She looked amused for a moment then said, “It is rather crass of you to put it that way, but I suppose so.” Then a look of sadness crossed her face. “But I really wouldn't know. Men never look at me that way.” He grinned at her, lecherously. She felt an immediate flush run through her body, and it was not focused on her face. “What?” He took another mouthful of the local ale. It was quite refreshing to find good ale in what was essentially the ass end of nowhere. Some small part of his brain had figured out how to unlock the library and the librarian. Suddenly another, related part of his brain fed a number of observations into his conscious line of thought and an idea formed. He became aware that while she was trying to breathe deeply, she was having trouble doing so. Her movements at the table, and back in the market, indicated she did not have a full range of motion in her upper body. She was self conscious, to a fault. He leaned forward, motioned for her to do the same. She did, her face only inches from his. “Do you bind your breasts to make certain men will not look at you that way?” Once again, her reaction surprised him. She was not 'discovered,' but saddened. “No. I do it so that their looks will not change from avoidance to disgust.” Kline shook his head. “You are wrong. And I will enjoy proving it to you.” She took another mouthful of wine, then sat back with her arms crossed over her chest. “This should be interesting. Just how do you propose to do that?” He reached into his purse and put five gold coins on the table. Sovereigns, not the silver Ducal crowns she was paid in. “Five gold for you to remove the bindings and return to the table. When you sit down opposite me you will be wearing only the blouse. Just that between your breasts and my eyes.” She shook her head. Kline said, “I am not avoiding looking at you, and if my look should turn to disgust, which I assure you is not possible, then it will be entirely my loss and your gain.” When she did not move, he placed five more coins on the table.  "Ten." “You are making fun of me,” she said, but moved only to drink some more wine. “I am plain.” “Ah, so you want me to lie to you and tell you you are beautiful. Well, perhaps you are plain, but beauty passes. And form as well, but not as quickly. But passion, passion endures.” He swallowed more ale, then leaned forward again. “I am not convinced you are as plain as you think.” He winked at her. “And I think you are skeptical of your own plainness.” She finished her wine, perhaps looking for courage. “Ten gold, and that is all I need to do?” He nodded. She made to grab for the coins and he caught her hand. “Not that I don't trust you, but payment on delivery.” She rose from the table and went to the privy. Kline was genuinely intrigued by her actions thus far. He was still pondering what her reservations were when she returned to the table with her arms crossed deliberately so as to block his view. “I do believe the deal was only the blouse, not your arms.” She was blushing furiously. “Have you not noticed how thin my blouse is?” He laughed a little, “You truly have led a sheltered life my dear. That is part of the whole game, showing but not showing. Now, look around. No one is looking over at us and we are well out of sight of the rest of the tavern. Now, lower your arms and let me see for myself how 'disgusted' I am.” Taking a deep breath, Leslie lowered her arms to the table. Her white peasant blouse was loose, but her arms drew it back against her chest. Kline could tell from the outline that her breasts were on the small side, slightly bigger than would fill his hand, but still very nice. But it was not the size of her breasts that had his attention, for even in the dim light of the tavern he could see she had the thickest, pinkest nipples he had ever seen. Simply put, they were huge, wider than a thumb. Kline was mesmerized. His trance was broken when she took the ten coins crossed her arms again, breaking his view. “You see, you are disgusted. You stare at me like I am a freak.” Kline was not surprised to notice his cock was rock hard and his mouth was watering. He grabbed her hands and held them on the table, allowing him to gaze again upon her chest, which was heaving gently with her excitement—whether he or she was disgusted or not. He reached into his purse and found a single gem. He put it on the table in front of her. It was a small emerald. “I will give you this if you let me feel those for myself.” “Like some kind of freak show?” He stared at her. “Look in my eyes and tell me that is what you see.” When she blushed again, but did not respond, he continued. “Just lean forward and I will reach under the table. No one will see.” She appeared reluctant, but she leaned forward, putting her elbows on the table and moving her breasts below the plane of the table. Kline shifted in his seat and reached out for her under the narrow table. She started slightly when his palms covered her breasts and her thick nipples pressed into them. They both felt the change has her large nipples hardened in response to his touch. Her breasts were just larger than his hand, and he squeezed them fully through the thin material of her blouse. She was staring into his eyes, watching his reaction, even as he was watching hers with equal fascination. Hoping that now she would be open to going just a little further, he pulled back one hand at a time and slipped them into her blouse. Her eyes smoldered with desire. She was riveted to his expression, and she did not move as his fingers began to play with her nipples. Kline noticed the serving girl approach and motioned her off with a glance. She may have blushed just a bit, but she said nothing. Leslie's eyes were half lidded now as his fingers squeezed and flicked her nipples. What Kline did not know, could not know just then, was that this was the most common way Leslie pleasured herself. She had discovered the sensitivity of her nipples at an early age, and she felt on some level that the size of her nipples, added to what she liked to do with them, made them ugly (her words). Kline may not have known this was how Leslie pleasured herself, but he clearly recognized the signs of a woman approaching climax. He gripped her nipples more forcefully, tugging on them slightly as he alternated his pressure on them. She dropped her hands to the table and struggled to meet his gaze again. The desire in his eyes matched what she was feeling. Her breathing was now a rapid pant. His face was inches from hers. “Mmmm. Now you are beautiful.” Her mouth opened just a bit. “Pinch them,” she said breathily. When his action was not enough for her, she said, “Harder. Much harder.” Though he was afraid he would bruise her delightful nubs, he did as she asked, carefully watching for any signs of pain. The expression on her face, however, was a mix of elation, wonder and ecstasy. With her last breath, she licked her lips and said, “Kiss me.” Kline sealed his mouth over hers and pressed forward with his tongue. She seemed surprised, then responded in kind as her orgasm hit her in earnest. She squealed and exhaled into his mouth, then, before she could break away, her eyes communicated surprise, went half closed, and she went over again. This time when she came down, he relaxed his grip on her nipples, stroked them a couple times, then withdrew his hands and rearranged her blouse. She sat up and brushed the hair back from her face. A look down confirmed her fears, her huge nipples were practically jumping out of her blouse, and they were now so red as to be perfectly visible through her shirt. “I cannot believe I did that. That was, um, quite pleasant,” she said. He pushed the emerald toward her. “No, my dear, that was amazing.” She blushed, toying with the emerald. “Now, shall we get back to other business?” He nodded, and she pushed the emerald back toward him. “We can discuss details later, but I don't want more of your money.” She crossed her arms under her breasts. “I have a counter proposal.” Kline chuckled. “Taking the lead in negotiations, that means you aren't sending me away. Go on.” “Did you know that was my first kiss?” Kline shrugged, said nothing. “It was. I think I can help you get your book, but first I should very much like to learn more about how you are making me feel just now.” Kline smiled. There were days he just loved his job. “This sounds like an interesting proposal. When would you like to start?” “Are you busy now?” She asked. Kline dropped a few silvers on the table, stood and took her hand, practically dragging her to the door. “Are you in a hurry?” she asked as she followed him. He put her hand on the hard lump under his trousers. “Let's just say I have an urgent need to begin your education.” [3] Kline led her quickly across town to where he was staying. Leslie clung to his arm, partly to keep up with him and partly to shield her rather exposed chest from passersby. That it was dark did not seem to help her view of the situation. Her inhibitions fled, however, as soon as they entered his room. Kline locked the door behind her and as he turned around she had already dropped her blouse to her waist, baring herself to his gaze in the pale candlelight. “And now that you can see them, what do you think?” The expectation and anxiety in her voice were clear. Kline closed the distance to her, staring at her lovely breasts and the incredibly unusual nipples that adorned them. He cupped her breasts and caught her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then he looked up at her face and the unanswered question there. “Even more lovely than I hoped. Your breasts are perfectly shaped and adorned with the most unusual and interesting nipples. But it is the pleasure they bring you that makes them so special. There is one thing I have not yet done with them.” Another question appeared on her face, but it disappeared as he lowered his mouth and sucked one of her large nipples into his mouth. Her sharp intake of breath told him she approved. And while he continued to feast on first one nipple and then the other, she ran her fingers through his hair and held his head to her breast. “Oh Kline, that is so lovely,” she said at last. He broke his suction with an audible 'pop.' He moved his hands down and pulled the tie on her dress. She caught his hand with her own, causing him to pause. “Shall we stop?” he asked. She shook her head, but seemed uncertain. “You are concerned that I will not find the rest of you as pleasing?” She nodded. He stood back and dropped his arms to his sides. “Then perhaps you should undress me first.” Though Leslie may have been bashful about getting undressed in front of him, she had no qualms about undressing him. The smile on her face as she unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest was priceless—she was as a child opening a gift on a birthday. Her hands ran over his bare chest and arms, her breathing getting quicker as she did so. She held her breath as she undid his belt and unlaced his trousers, but she did not hesitate as she finished her task pushed his clothes into a puddle at his feet. Now kneeling, her face was inches from his cock. She stared in awe at his rock hard prick as it moved on its own in front of her. Kline watched as she reached out tentatively and took a hold of him. “Ahhh,” he sighed as she stroked him. She watched his reaction, then lifted her other hand to cup his balls. She fondled them nicely, not at all like someone with no experience. Curious, she leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. “Oh, Leslie, that is very nice.” She murmured something, then he lifted her up and once again kissed her firmly on the mouth. “You are very good at that. Are you certain this is your first time?” She nodded excitedly, “Oh yes, but I have been dreaming about this day for many years.” Kline returned his hands to the strings of her dress and she held her hands away with visible effort as he untied them, turning her clothes into a puddle to match his. “Mmmm,” he said as he caught sight of her bare sex. Her hands flew up to cover her face. “You think it ugly. I should have left the hair.” “Wrong again. On both counts,” he said. He picked her up, which resulted in a squeal, laid her on the bed, and spread her legs wide. When she made to close them, he said, “Leslie, you have seen me. Now hold your knees for me while I look at you.” Taking her hands from her face, she held her knees as he asked, baring herself completely to his gaze. Kline loved the look of a bare pussy, for he enjoyed being able to see a woman's charms unhidden. Leslie's pussy was a bright pink, a butterfly with her wings spread—wet, glistening, and damned inviting. She might be nervous, but she was excited as any woman he had ever been with—and she smelled very good. As he held her thighs in his hands, his face inches from her pussy, he looked up and saw her watching him. “You are beautiful, and I like that you have shaved. Is there anything you would like me to do now?” She nodded slowly, “Lick me?” she said tentatively. Rather than reply, she watched with rapt attention as his mouth covered her pussy and his tongue made contact with her. He pressed his tongue fully on the length of her open lips, then slipping his tongue inside her for a deep kiss. He was rewarded with a squeak and a sharp intake of breath. Kline moved his tongue up and down her slit, carefully avoiding her clit. In no time her breathing became ragged as he continued to tease her. “Please,” she panted. “Make me cum.” Kline made an 'O' with his lips and sucked the short nub of her clit into his mouth. Leslie tightened the grip on her knees and pulled them even farther back, as if trying to push more of her pussy onto his tongue. “Ohhhh, Kline, please don't stop.” She started groaning more loudly and he sensed she was close to the edge. Continuing to work her clit with his lips and tongue, he slowly pushed a finger into her pussy. Between his tongue and her own juices, she was very wet and he slid in easily. She was snug around his finger, but not excessively so, and as he felt her breath catch and she clenched his intruding finger, he added a second and curled them upward to boost her pleasure. Pressing against her clit from both sides she rode from one crest straight into a second, and then a third, before Kline relaxed his attack and let her come back to the ground. Panting heavily, she dropped her knees and looked at his shining face with a mixture of amusement and awe. His fingers were still inside her. He wiggled them and she grinned. “I think you are ready for me now.” “I've been practicing for years to be ready.” He smiled and kneeled between her spread thighs. “Can I ask you to do something for me?” His cock was inches from her ready pussy. He probably couldn't have stopped himself from going forward if he tried. “Of course.” “Hold my hands over my head.” Kline cocked an eyebrow, she noticed it. “I've dreamed of this moment for a long time and I was hoping you might indulge me a little?” He didn't acknowledge what she said, but it was not difficult to figure out what she had in mind. He spread his knees abruptly, pushing her thighs apart and opening her up fully to him. At the same time he grabbed her wrists roughly and stretched her arms over her head. She struggled against him, but said nothing. She tried to bring her legs together, found she could not. The lustful look in her eyes told him everything. “Now that you have offered yourself to me, I am going to take your virginity, Leslie. Throw your legs around me when you are ready.” Instantly she locked her heels behind his buttocks, and the next instant he pressed the head of his cock into her. Though he knew what to expect of course, the feel of Leslie's warm velvet embrace was exquisite. He held himself motionless until she opened her eyes and looked at him. She said, “This feels wonderful. You feel wonderful.” She pulled against his hands and squeezed him with her thighs. “We have not even yet begun,” he said. “Open your eyes, for I wish to watch you as I fill your pussy with my cock.” Her eyes opened, and showed surprise. Kline smiled and allowed himself to sink another inch into virgin territory. The rapturous look on her face, and the strain she was making to keep her eyes open, was something Kline swore never to forget. He held himself motionless until her expression calmed, then repeated, getting a chance to enjoy her pleasured surprise five more times before he was fully seated, balls deep, in the young librarian. Her expression again calm, she said, “Oh Kline, this feels marvelous.” No sooner had she said that than the rapturous look came over her again as Kline pulled almost completely out. “I do believe that now it is time for you to fucked properly.” He drove into her forcefully and quickly, eliciting a catch in her breath, and then, holding her arms tightly over her head, he began to plow her with long strokes. Her breathing and the blush on her chest spoke of her delight, as did her constant moaning. As he sped up, she appeared to try and wiggle away from him, never saying anything but struggling nonetheless. He continued to hold her wrists tightly, watching as her efforts became more frantic and her breathing increased. When he sensed she was close he kept his pace constant and latched his mouth onto one of her delectable nipples. Her breath caught and he closed his teeth on her nipple firmly. Her back arched violently, shoving her breasts into his face and trying to push the captive nipple deeper into his mouth. Her pussy clenched his cock even more firmly and he felt his own climax start. “Coming!” he struggled to grunt around the nipple between his teeth and lips. Just coming down from her latest orgasm, Leslie's eyes flew open as she felt the additional wetness and warmth spreading within her. As Kline continued to fuck her through his climax, she had another. Finally, they were spent. He let go of her wrists and nipple, and moved over her onto his elbows, staying seated inside her. She threw her arms around him and pulled him down for a kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, but it did not dampen her enthusiasm. Breaking the kiss, she pulled him down on top of her, “That was wonderful. Oh, thank you, thank you. Oh, why did I wait?” Kline rolled off her, reluctantly withdrawing from her as he did so. “No need to worry about that. You have the rest of your life to catch up.” She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him. “Maybe, but you are the only man to ever look at me this way.” Kline shook his head, then kissed her. “I guarantee that is not true. And once you start looking at men the way you are looking at me right now, you will know I am speaking the truth.” She reached down and began toying with his wet and softening prick. “Perhaps, but I have you for now. How long until we can try some other things?” “Hmmm. Not long. But first there is business to discuss.” She did not stop playing with him, and he could swear his prick was about ready to respond. “Business first, then more fucking,” he said. She giggled in reply. [4] As Leslie described the procedures that were used inside the library, Kline realized that getting the book was going to be harder than he had initially thought. He knew, of course, that he would need help in finding the book in place that held thousands of volumes. But it turned out the Royal library in Hellegau was not the typical library he had experience with. The library at Hellegau was the largest in the western part of the world, and the Duke of Hellegau took the library, and his charge to protect it, very seriously. To begin with, the books were not allowed out of the library under any circumstances. Then, just to make things a bit more interesting, there were two groups of librarians—the filers and the shelvers. One group directed placement of the books while the other actually did it. Thus the people that knew how to find the books were never allowed access to the shelves. Finally, each group maintained lists of the books they handled, and people were never let out of the library until the books were back where they belonged. “I still do not understand how you hope to get the book, and why you sought me out.” Kline smiled and gave one of her breasts a squeeze. “Ah, well, to understand that you simply need to go back to when I corrected you about being a common librarian.” Leslie's furrowed brow indicated she was not quite following his logic. “Tell me, you are one of the shelvers are you not?” Leslie nodded, then her eyes opened wide. “I will know the location of the book because I will be putting it back on the shelf.” Kline nodded. “Precisely. I will arrange for someone to request the book, you just need to be the one that either retrieves it or returns it. Then you tell me where it is, and I will obtain it.” “And how do you plan to do that?” “Best that you do not know.” “May I ask why you need it?” “You may ask, but again, best you do not know.” Leslie nodded, then took his hand and held it to her breast. Kline looked at her, “You may not have had a man inside you, but my prick was not the first thing you've had inside you now is it?” “True enough. Tapers, fingers—my own thank you—and the odd vegetable. A girl has needs, but those things were nothing like you.” “Would you like to try something else?” he asked. She nodded excitedly. He knelt beside her and moved to her feet. Holding them together he rolled her onto her belly and covered her body with his own. His prick nestled between her buttocks and she stiffened slightly. He laughed and lifted her hips as he moved back. “Now, reach back and guide me into you. He felt her hand close around his cock, and then he moved forward as she guided him to her opening. As he expected, she was wet and ready and he slid in with no resistance. When he bottomed out inside her he spread her legs with his knees and let his full weight rest on her back. He reached for her wrists and held them wide. With her pinned beneath him he began to fuck her. With his weight on her back, she worked harder to breathe, but not enough to unnerve her. As he fucked her she tried to lift her butt to fuck him as well, but she found the timing challenging and she quickly relented to letting him rut in her as he held her down. The feeling of helplessness spurred her on and she found herself quickly rising. She was surprised to hear herself trying to order him. “Fuck me! Hold me down and fuck me!” she exclaimed. Kline smiled again. He gripped her wrists more tightly and pulled them slightly further out, forcing her thick sensitive nipples into the bed as he thrust strongly into her willing pussy. Getting another idea, he pulled her hands into the small of her back and held them there with one of his own. One hand now free, he gathered up her hair and pulled her head back toward him as he continued his unrelenting assault on her pussy. Breathing more and more heavily as he drove her onward, he was a bit surprised as whatever inhibitions she still had started to fade. “Fuck me!” she yelled, urging him to be still rougher with her. He tried his best, driving her into the bed with his cock every time he thrust. “Fuck me!” she yelled again as she got ever closer to her peak. “Pinch my nipples.” Kline laughed as he plowed into her and stopped. “And why should I do that?” She wiggled her butt. “Because I like it. Isn't that enough?” Kline resumed fucking her. “I will do as you ask, but then you will do as I ask.” Leslie nodded quickly. Kline let go of her wrists and hair, then reached under her to cup her breasts. She pushed up to help him grasp her nipples, and as he started to pinch them, she hit her peak. “Oh, fuck me!” she barked at him, and he was unable to think of doing anything else. Her pussy gripped him firmly for a long time, then again before he neared his own peak. As she came down he started moving slightly faster, and when he was finally near, he pulled out of her willing flesh and called for her mouth. Having only a slight idea of what was coming, she quickly engulfed the first few inches of his cock as he started to cum. “Ahhhhhh!” he bellowed as his cock started to pump its load into her eager mouth. Knowing not what else to do, Leslie swallowed as fast as she could, taking him deeper with each pulse until when he was finished he was nearly down her throat. Though sensitive, he continued to let her nurse his prick until he started to soften. If it was her first exposure to cock sucking, it did not seem to bother her in the least. If anything, she enjoyed it. As she let him pull free of her sucking mouth, she said, “And now how long might it be 'til we can go again?” Kline laughed and again took up a fistful of her hair. He shoved his cock back into her waiting mouth. “As soon as you can get me hard again.” Leslie purred around his cock and got to work. [5] Kline awoke in the morning unsurprised by Leslie's absence.  A light sleeper, he had been well aware of her leaving about an hour before dawn. Though he had wanted to say something to her, he thought it best to leave her to her thoughts until she fully appreciated everything that had happened. He knew she was expected at the library early in the morning, and must have had some things to attend to before going in to work there. Perhaps a bath and a change of clothes. Smiling at his good fortune the night before, on many counts, he rose from the bed and prepared for the day. … Leslie had arisen early, trying her best not to awaken Kline. As she dressed, for the first time in ten years she did not bother to add more covering to her breasts and nipples. When she was finished dressing, she kissed him lightly on the cheek and said, “I shall never forget this.” In the early morning there were few people on the streets of Hellegau. Most of them, however, knew the young librarian, if not by name. They were the ones she saw every morning. The ones with whom she exchanged pleasantries and generally meaningless hellos. On this day though, something was different. Leslie noticed that everyone who met her on the street, from young men to old women to middle aged men and women, all greeted her with a smile. For Leslie, it turned a pleasant morning a glorious one. She wondered if it might be the obvious sight of her nipples in the morning chill air, but that hardly explained the reactions of all. Besides, as she thought about it, they were all looking at her face. What Leslie did not realize was that she was positively beaming. A wide smile lightened her face, and if there is one thing that makes people smile, it is the sight of another's happiness, especially when that person smiles. None of the people she met had a clue what had happened to her the previous night, but one thing was certain—Leslie was in a very good mood. As Kline surmised, Leslie went first to her own small dwelling to wash up and change clothes. Though she could not smell herself, she was certain she smelled of sex. She arrived at the library promptly on time, as was her fashion. A friend of hers, May, did not fail to notice the changes even if no one else did. She was also not afraid to mention them to her friend when the chance presented itself. Part of the way through the morning Mary and Leslie were alone in the stacks returning a couple of dozen books to the shelves. “Leslie, you simply have to tell me what has happened,” Mary said. Leslie shrugged off the question and kept going. Mary set down her armful of books and tapped her friend on the shoulder. “Out with it girl, you aren't getting off that easily.” Leslie turned, still wearing the same broad smile. “Oh Mary, that is precisely it,” she blurted out. “I cannot believe I waited so long!” “Shhh, we're in a library you know.” Mary looked around, no one else was near. “Now, what happened?” Leslie told her friend about most of the evening, at least the parts about going with Kline back to his room and spending the entire night fucking him. She didn't mention his name, his business, nor the bit about her nipples. Her friend, however, did notice. Holding Leslie at arms length she looked down at the young woman's chest, seeing her prominent and very large nipples. Then she looked up into her friend's face, “I always wondered why you wrapped yourself so tightly. Are you quite done with that now?” Leslie gave her friend a hug and continued to smile. “I will never do anything quite so silly ever again.” Nodding, Mary grabbed up her books and moved off into the stacks. … It was just after mid-day that a oddly dressed man, odd for Hellegau anyway, entered the library. He submitted a request for twenty books, all related to the same basic subject, except for one. Leslie retrieved the books and delivered them to a young man named Lian who was doing the filing that day. She smiled at him, like she had done with everyone that day, but this time Lian could not tear his eyes from the huge nipples right in front of him. Leslie cleared her throat and the young man blushed, turning again to the books. Leslie extended a hand and lifted his chin. He looked sheepish, but not upset. “Just don't stare,” she said. He dropped his gaze to her chest and back to her eyes. “Thank you,” he said. Leslie practically bounced away from him, thrilled that she had been so wrong for so long. Two hours later the strange man was packing up his things and getting ready to go. Leslie noticed and approached her friend.  “Mary, why don't I take this next one for you, you've been much busier all day.” Mary gave a sigh and dropped into a chair. “Thank you, be my guest. Besides, Lian will be quite happy to see you again.” Leslie blushed and rolled her eyes. “I had no idea these had such power,” she said as she cupped her breasts. As she walked away Mary called from behind, “The men of this town have no idea of the danger they are in.” Leslie kept smiling. After returning the books to the shelves, Leslie made a copy of the filing sheet, being certain to get one name in particular correct. When the library closed a couple hours later, Leslie concealed the list in a shoe and made her way to the place she was to meet Kline. [6] With her hair drawn back and sitting proudly upright, Leslie found she did not have to pay for one drink at the tavern that night. Men of a good number of ages chatted her up and asked her to dance. 'Could I have been so mistaken for all this time?' she asked herself. As the number of men stopping to talk to her did not let up, she could only conclude the answer was yes. She was very polite with her suitors, kissing more than one of them and actually allowing one to feel her breasts—over the shirt of course. Ready as she was to experiment further, however, she had a final piece of business to attend to. When she spotted Kline, she kept to the plan and tried not to give any indication that she knew him. As nonchalantly as she could, she stuck the list to the bottom her tankard, and the serving girl swept it away on her next pass. Kline was nowhere to be seen just then, but the plan had been for him to intercept the tankard and retrieve the list. When she did not see him again, she sighed, and the smile on her face broke for the first time. The men in the tavern noted her change of expression, but they did not let that bother them. Soon, a young man named Rolin sat down with her and began an honest to goodness conversation. So totally captivated did the young librarian seem to be that no one else approached her all night. Rolin and Leslie would not get together that night, but a few weeks later they would become inseparable, and soon after that Rolin would be the second, and last, man to learn the secret of her amazing nipples. Though Leslie was intrigued with the Rolin that night, and quite interested to see him again, she begged off for the evening, suddenly unsure that she wanted to experience another so soon after Kline. She made her way back to her home and hoped Kline would be okay, and that he would visit her before he left Hellegau. … Moving unseen and unheard along the streets and dressed completely in black, Kline quickly made his way to the eastern edge of the town and the small building that housed the library. Walled off from the rest of the town, the Duke's Keep and his library were a small challenge to his talents. Kline had long ago trained to listen to the inner voice in his head that told him when others were approaching or might have caught a glimpse of movement. As he neared the wall marking the boundary of the Duke's keep, he cast about for a way up to a roof top. Old wooden shelters outside a guild hall offered just the opportunity he was looking for. Scaling the wooden structure and ascending the roof with scarcely an extra breath, the inner voice suddenly yelled for him to stop. Heeding the voice of experience, Kline held himself motionless and flat against the roof. For a moment he heard nothing, then he caught a hint of movement out of the corner of his eye—then it was gone. Slowly he turned his head toward the area of movement—slower than a squirrel moves in the presence of a hawk, but still he saw nothing in the shadows below. He was just about to start moving again when the movement began and took shape. Another figure, also clad all in black, was moving silently through the streets below him. The shape and movement were suggestive of a man, and one not aware of his presence. Unconsciously controlling his breathing, Kline remained motionless and silent until the other man moved out of sight. He waited another couple of minutes after the man was gone before he moved toward the keep wall. The night was black, without a moon and lit only by the dim glow of distant street lamps. He knew from experience that it was the perfect time to exploit guards and security – three hours until sunrise, The information provided by Leslie seemed to confirm his initial assessment that it was easier to get into the library than it was to get books out. Once atop the library roof, he noted the location of the guard and his sightlines. Truth be told, while it was important to guard the books, they were only books...not gold. This explained why there were only two guards at night, one outside and one in. Moving along the roof ledge, Kline spotted a window out of sight from the first guard. Carefully peering into the window, he saw no sign of the roving guard inside. The window was on the third floor of the building, and the latch was meant to keep the window shut, not to keep people out. A thin blade easily undid the latch and Kline slipped into the room, closing and latching the window behind him. Kline had memorized the layout of the library from the information Leslie had provided, and now he put that knowledge to the test in an effort to identify the target stack and its relation to the remaining guard. As he put his hand on the door handle he heard movement. As silently as possible he dropped out of sight and flattened himself against the wall. He watched lamplit shadows he heard someone, presumably a guard, walk by the door, pausing to look inside. When the man moved on, Kline returned to the door. Outside the room the library was nearly pitch black, not an eventuality Kline was ready to correct, but one he could deal with. The one piece of magic he allowed himself, and one of the few things he had never told anyone about, was a ring that let him see clearly in the dark. As it seemed to amplify all sources of light, it was uncomfortable to wear in a well lit room, and blinding to wear in sunlight. Slipping it on his finger, the little light in the room was suddenly enough to reveal the library stacks. Thousands of books arranged on tens of shelves ten feet in height stretched out in front of him. Imagining the lay out in his mind and correcting for his point of entry, Kline moved quickly and quietly to the place Leslie had identified. Kline divided his attention between his awareness of his surroundings and the books he was looking over. To his continued good fortune, the book he sought was only the fifth he checked. Holding it in the best light he could find, he began to leaf through the pages. As his client had told him, it was a compendium of maps. Kline selected and removed three pages at random with his knife. A fourth page, the one the client had specified, was similarly removed by cutting as close to the binding as possible. After placing the ancient pieces of parchment into a sealed box, he replaced the book back on the shelf as he had found it. Just as he was ready to leave, he heard the sound of a guard approaching. Casting about for a place to hide, Kline made use of a ladder and quickly shot to the top of the shelves. The top of the shelf was less than a foot from the ceiling and blocked in the center, and Kline realized to his horror that he was not able to fully conceal himself. Holding himself motionless, he waited to see what the man would do. The guard paused between each set of shelves, giving a more or less cursory glance down the passage before moving to the next. When he looked down the aisle where Kline was hiding, he took no longer than he had on the previous aisles. Again, Kline waited for him to move off out of hearing range before emerging from his hiding place and lowering himself to the ladder. It was then that his luck failed him as his foot slipped on the ladder and he was forced to steady himself with the book shelf. One book that was resting close to the edge was shaken loose, and Kline watched it fall to the floor and land on its edge. Not loud, but then again, this was a library at night and everything seemed loud. Kline did not wait to see if anyone would arrive to investigate. He immediately moved back to the room where he had entered, unlatching the door just as the guard arrived not ten feet away at the stacks. Kline shut the door behind him and went to the window. He was out the window and standing just on the ledge as the bright light of the guard's lamp through shadows out the window. He heard the door unlatch, and the guard entered the room. Kline scaled up the wall to the roof, pulling up his rope behind him, just as the guard opened the window. Kline knew he was out of sight, but he had to leave the window unlatched—there was no way to relatch it on the way out. He was wondering how long he needed to stay motionless when the guard at the window yelled to the one outside. “Thief! There's someone in the library!” The other guard took up the cry and lamps started to light around the library. Slipping off his magic ring, Kline sought the darkest places and kept to the roof line as he moved away from the library. Being that it was still the middle of the night, the town guard was slow in responding to the call. Kline spotted few guards as he moved cross town, finally lowering himself back to the street when he was within sight of Leslie's home. He stashed the sealed box, then let himself into her place, eager for another, if final, round with his new friend. [7] Unlike Kline, Leslie tended to be a heavy sleeper. Most nights she slept straight through until it was time for her to awaken. For many years she had awakened at nearly the same time every day, regardless of the time of year. That time was still an hour away when Kline found her in her bed. Hoping that he would come back to her some time in the evening, she had fallen asleep waiting for him, nude. And now, many hours of sleep later, she was on her back, snoring slightly, legs spread slightly in silent invitation. After watching her for a moment Kline was hard before he finished taking off his clothes. Kline had an idea of something she might enjoy, so he took some of his climbing line and cut several lengths. Working quickly and precisely, he tied several anchor knots and slipped her wrists into the bights. When she did not awaken, he lifted her feet so as to bend her legs at the knees, then slipped another bight at the top of each calf, securing them to the same side of the headboard as her wrists. He stroked his cock twice, ensuring he was ready to go, then knelt down and covered her pussy with his mouth. ... Leslie was having the most amazing dream. Kline had returned to her, just as he had promised. His wonderful cock slid effortlessly to and fro in her channel, pushing her upward toward an orgasm. She tried to close her legs around him, but in her dream they would not move. As with all dreams, it was frustrating, but not in a way that made you want to wake up and question it. She knew the fucking would be enough for her. There was no need for her to help him. She strained to move her legs, and enjoyed the sensation as her pleasure was taken higher still. … Kline was half wondering why she was not awake yet. She was moaning continuously, and actually calling his name as he licked her pussy and sucked at her clit. She had even started to strain against the bindings on her legs, but none of this treatment had yet awakened her. So hard he was about to burst, Kline fastened his lips on her clit and ground on her with lip covered teeth, eager to drive her over the top at last. Whatever Leslie was dreaming, Kline did not have long to wait before she crested and the next phase of the game began. As soon as he felt her pussy pulsate her breath caught in her lungs and she yelled, “Oh my!” She was disoriented as her eyes snapped open. “Wha--,” she started. “Who?” Gaining her wits, she tried to move, but her wrists were bound and as she strained the knots tightened further. She was about to panic when it finally registered that it was Kline's face above her. As soon as the recognition showed on her face, Kline drove his full length into her ready pussy. “Fuck!” she yelled. She tried to thrash on the bed, but her legs and wrists were tightly bound. Kline fucked her fast and furious, and she started yelling at him in most unpleasant tones, “You fucker! Get off of me!” Kline reached out and pinched her thick nipples, and as she started to moan again, she wailed, “No, not that, not, ahhhhh, you bastard,” she panted as she came on his cock. Leslie pulled at her bonds, soon getting to the point where the knots could tighten no more and leaving her with no room to move. “I cannot believe you just did that to me.” Kline laughed as he continued to fuck her. “That my dear, was just the beginning. Since I have you at my mercy, you may be a little late getting to work this morning.” Leslie grinned and continued to test her bonds. “But if you don't want to be explaining rope marks I suggest you try to relax a little bit and just let me have my way with you.” “Mmmm, are you going to fill my pussy now?” she said, trying to get him to lose control. He leaned down and kissed her. “Not just yet.” She was wondering what he had in mind when he suddenly pulled out of her pussy and knelt astride her chest. She knew what he wanted, and as he lifted her head in his hands she opened her mouth and took his cock in. She had only started to stroke him with her tongue when he stiffened and started to flood her mouth. Leslie swallowed as fast as he came, spilling not a drop as he sent pulse after pulse over her willing tongue. But Kline was not done with her just yet. Enjoying the sight of her eagerly swallowing his load, he held himself inside her mouth until he was completely sated a minute or so later. Finally pulling himself free of her wonderful mouth, he moved to once again cover her sex with his mouth. With his tongue he lapped at her folds, and with his teeth he occasionally ground on her clit. Leslie continued to enjoy straining in futility against her bonds, appearing to greatly enjoy her complete inability to have any say in what was happening. Every once in a while she would yell for him to stop, but still he attacked her pussy and drove her to a series of orgasms. Eventually her constant pulling had lifted her butt off the bed, her spread legs offering another entry to his consideration. Leslie's copious fluids had by now completely covered her asshole, and when Kline pressed one, and then two fingers into the young librarian's nether passage she did nothing but moan. “You bastard, don't touch me there.” Kline sucked her clit into his mouth and between his teeth as he wiggled his fingers in her ass. She came at once...again. “Damn!” she yelled, and Kline felt his fingers squeezed by her ass. Though she might be new to some ideas, she was certainly welcoming. After twenty minutes of pleasuring Leslie, Kline was ready for one last bout. Disengaging himself from her pussy, Kline cut away her bindings and massaged her hands and feet as the blood flooded back into them. He had only just finished when Leslie attacked him, driving him onto his back and into the bed. No sooner was he on his back than she was guiding his rigid cock into her overheated pussy. She lifted his head, as he had done to her, and held it to her breast. “Suck them,” she said, not asking. Kline could only grin as he took one of her overly thick nipples into his mouth and began to chew on it as he knew she liked. Impaled on his cock and stroking him with ever increasing speed, Leslie appeared lost in pleasure yet again.  Up and down she rode, careful to keep him inside her at all times, and equally careful to keep his lips and teeth on her nipples. It did not take long for her to climax, and when she came, she was all to ready to ride Kline to the finish as well. Though his mouth was full of nipple and breast, his groan, and the spreading wetness and warmth, told her when he had finished. She rode him for a bit longer, relishing in the feeling of having him inside her. All too soon, they were both done. Leslie collapsed on top of him. “I suppose you will be going now.” Kline stroked her hair, “Yes, I will not be here when you come home, and it is most likely you will never see me again.” Leslie sat up and kissed him. “I don't know how to thank you. You have shown me so much, and opened my eyes to a world I never knew existed..” Kline smiled at her, kissed her back. “Well, it has not been entirely my pleasure, of course, but for what it is worth, you are welcome.” She nodded, but said nothing. Kline and Leslie got out of bed and dressed. Leslie made her way to the library at the usual time, albeit with a tad less sleep than normal. Kline waited an hour more before leaving her place. He said nothing to anyone, retrieved the book pages, and made his way to the piers and out of Hellegau without question. [Epilogue] The missing pages were noted, more than a year later, and nothing appeared to connect their loss to anyone at the library.   Of course, Leslie had by that time fallen in love, married, and moved to a different city to raise her family.   Her husband, Rolin, was fortunate to learn that in pregnancy Leslie's nipples became thicker and more sensitive, and her breasts swelled and filled with milk a few months before the baby arrived. Rolin, Leslie, and their three children lived happily ever after. For her part, Leslie thought of Kline every night after his departure.  But only for the the first month. Return to Index Please give me your e-mail address so I can write you back if needed. You can also leave it anonymous. What story or story chapter are you commenting on? Please enter your comments...