The Lust Lord Librarian-Chapter 40: Otherworldly Pleasure

Willow hesitated for a moment as she was handed the pillow by Adal.

...

Bent over the table.

Face buried in a pillow.

A young man behind her.

The threat of others potentially finding out.

...

In her adult years, Willow had been well behaved, not even sharing a kiss with men unless they were in a committed relationship.

Yet this boy... He made her feel like she was back in the academy again. Like one of those girls who snuck to the rooftop to pleasure the boys.

Willow had never been one of those girls, but now, she felt that she understood them.

"I’m going to remove your underwear." Adal suddenly spoke.

Willow looked back at him, her cheeks were warm.

"Okay..."

She felt the fabrics slide down her legs, as her most erotic zones were exposed to the cold air.

As Adal pulled her panties down, a string of thick, clear liquid snapped, as they were pulled further away from her glistening lips.

Her ass was so large that her pussy seemed to be buried beneath. Adal had to use both hands to spread them, in order to see her two pink holes.

They winked at him, dripping seductively. He felt his cock stiffening until it hurt.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

Willow risked a glance back and saw Adal remove his cock from his pants.

When she saw his length, she gasped in her mouth and turned back to bury her face in the pillow.

Adal decided to read her thoughts. At that moment, she was in awe at his size. Part of her was afraid of what it might feel like inside of her, but the other parts were desperate to feel it.

For so many years, her fingers were all she had. Sex toys had not yet been introduced to the world of Boen, so she had been deprived of length and girth.

Now, she would get something much more.

Willow squirmed as she felt his thick tip rubbing down the length of her slits.

Then, he entered.

"Nnnghhh!"

A muffled cry spread throughout the backstage. Immediately, she was glad that her face was in the pillow.

She felt eight inches of meat fill her up to the brim, before sliding out and re-entering. Every movement forced liquid to spill from her body, dripping down her legs.

What... Is... This... She thought between strokes.

Adal enjoyed the sight from behind her.

As he drilled deep, he ran his hands up her slender back and grabbed a handful of her red hair.

The milf bounced back on him desperately, trying to get as much pleasure from the experience as she could.

She is tight for a milf... Incredibly tight.

After only twenty strokes, Willow was already at 100% on the pleasure metre.

Luckily, his skill allowed her to surpass that, passing into territories that no normal woman was supposed to feel.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and drool fell from her lips lazily. She no longer pressed her face into the pillow, as she was too stunned to even moan.

She accepted her poundings. All that could be heard was the sounds of his hips smacking against her ass, her juices dripping onto the floor, and the distant chatter of the crew members on stage, who had no idea what was going on backstage.

[Willow Collins]

[Pleasure Meter - 145%]

"We are *SMACK* nearly finished *SMACK* don’t worry," Adal said, stroking her hair before taking his final thrusts.

She couldn’t even respond.

Once she had hit 150%, her body shook violently. Adal removed his cock from her pussy, and clear liquid sprayed onto the floor like a fountain.

Willow slid unconsciously from the table into the puddle of her own squirt.

Adal was far from finished with her, as his sexual stamina had been increasing over time, but as he looked down at her broken form, he thought that there was no way he could continue.

She might die from the pleasure...

A few seconds later, her eyes slowly opened, however, returning to consciousness only made her body shake more.

Her eyelids fluttered and a dumb smile of pleasure spread across her face.

She could not tell how she looked at the moment. All she could think about was the sensations spreading throughout her body.

"A god..." Her voice trailed off joyfully, like she was dreaming. "You are a god. A young god..."

Adal couldn’t help but chuckle as he lifted her over his shoulder and placed her down on the chair.

He helped fix her dress and use tissue to clean up her mess, and she watched dazed the entire time.

Eventually, she fell asleep in the chair, perhaps dreaming about her experience.

Adal was satisfied too. Not just because the woman’s insides had felt so good, but because he had finally reached level 10.

The store would now open up on his smartphone as he had finished the quest to fuck a woman above the age of forty.

He would also be granted access to new skills, pushing his strengths as a lustlord further.

However, he would wait until he was home to go over these skills.

For now, he had a play to finish, and now that Willow wasn’t awake, he could actually work faster. The silence would aid him, so he hoped she wouldn’t snore.

...

She didn’t.

A few hours passed and finally she woke up.

Willow sat up in her seat, wiped drool from her mouth, and straightened her hair.

She looked over to the table where Adal had many sheets of paper spread in front of him. The completed five acts of Romantus and Julianna.

Yes, she was impressed, surprised, and much more when she thought of how capable a writer Adal was.

However, there was something at the forefront of her mind. The otherworldly pleasure that she had just experienced, which had somehow lingered even into her sleep.

Her dream was a repeat of the fucking she had received from Adal. He drilled her over and over again, and somehow, the pleasure was just as good each time.

She wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked at the young Librarian.

"I think... I am in love with you."