"Ohh, I'm sorry." Aaralon said. "But I just can't do that right now, I'm busy looking for something." He grinned. "But I'm certain that I could spare the time AFTER I find it."
"Oh god, please, I'll do anything!" The Librarian exclaimed. "What... what is it that you're looking for?"
"I'm looking for a certain spellbook." Aaralon said. "I think you know which one."
The librarian stared at the man with a look of absolute horror in her eyes for a moment. "No, not that one." She said. "Anything but tha... ohhh!" Aaralon had removed his recently enhanced manhood from his pants, and was waving it in front of the librarians face.
"I guess I'll just have to play by myself." Aaralon said, stroking the tip. "And it's such a shame, I was really in the mood for a good fuck."
"All right... I'll do it!" The Librarian cried. "I'll get you the fucking book, but you had damn well better screw my brains out once you have it." She turned, and began to walk slowly away. "Wait right here!" She said. "I'll bring it right over." |