Chapter 152

Bookkeeping as a librarian was a tough job. Lyra the librarian spent many a day reorganising the mess pesky customizers left or dealing with the pesky customers themselves who often seemed to think of her not so much a living breathing person but as some kind of convenient book golem in the shape of a person.

Seriously, it was like she was some kind of brainless dispenser of book related information to these people! She loved her job as a librarian, she really did, and she was a dedicated worker, a librarian who took her job seriously over the years, but gosh was it a little much sometimes.

Her dedication was such that it wasn’t that surprising that she often ended up working late organising discarded books by messy customers, left to replace books long into the night, just as she was now.

It was getting dark and there was no one else around, just her and the books alone, a sheep girl in a professional pencil skirt, blouse, and librarian glasses like all the best librarians wore.

Alone apart from the monster stalking her.

At first she had thought it was someone coming to check on her and had called out. But only a low rumbling growl had been her reply, something so deep and low that she could feel the floorboards vibrating through her hooves, loose nails rattling under the throbbing impossibly heavy sound.

It was the growl of a terrifying predator her instincts told her, ancient primal instincts that were screaming at her to flee! Flee from the predator! You are being hunted, run!

Instead, trembling like a leaf, she hesitantly approached the dark, “H-Hello? Who’s there?”

Inky shadows moved and something massive shifted, something that made her mind shut down in shock, something that drew her eyes up and up, finding a pair of teeth capable of ripping her head off, teeth headed toward her bare neck.

She had fallen back with a scream, the maw snapping closed just where she had been as she scrambled and fled, fleeing into the darkness of the library, fleeing the monster that hunted her as prey.

She had ended up crouching by the shelves in some dark and forgotten part of the library, her arms wrapped around legs, shaking and trembling while desperately trying not to breathe even a little. Then, turning her head she had found, the wolf!

“You can’t hide from me.”

Lyra screamed.

“Is that okay?” he growled.

“Yes! Stay in character!” hissed back Lyra.

Rain snarled and Lyra squeaked, eyes going round as Rain loomed over her small curled up shape.

If she had been wet with arousal before now her panties were like a minor flood plain. She squeezed and rubbed her thighs together, feeling her wetness slick on her inflamed skin, only becoming more so as her eyes roved over the massive masculine form riding down upon her, she felt so smol and vulnerable!

Her whole body shivered as the wolf head neared her eyes.

“You can’t hide from me because I can scent your arousal, your need.”

“Wait wh-what?! H-hang on, time out, that’s something you can smell!?”

“Your panties are a blazing bonfire right now, screaming for attention, your body filling the air with a call to be hunted down and bred over and over and over until you can’t feel your legs.”

A spluttered gasp escaped from Lya’s lips, her eyes round. “Th-there’s no way-” She writhed her legs together, hand slipping below her skirt’s hem to check just how wet she really was.

She found soaked through dripping fabric, instantly drenching her fingers in hot wet arousal.

“Hnnff! Th-that’s not true! I- I’m not that wet, y-you can’t smell me down there!”

Her finger tips traced the crevice of her pussy as her soaked panties clung skin-tight to her swollen puffy muff.

“I guess I’ll just have to tear all your clothes off with my teeth to check then.”

The beast lunged and Lyra yelped, scrambling back from the reaching grabbing claws, then scrambling to her hooves and fleeing into the dark, racing past shelf after shelf, desperately looking for somewhere, anywhere, to hide.

Each step was accompanied by the softest plat plat as droplets from her drippy panties sprinkled from under her skirt, a trail of droplets left in her wake as she left the dark part of the hall and moved into a well lit area.

She found what she was looking for, one of the massive heavy shelves had been drawn up close to the wall and the space between was only a slim gap, just enough for a small girl like herself to hide behind.

The sheep girl slipped inside the space, it was so tight that her breasts brushed against either side and she couldn’t turn her hips at all.

She frantically shuffled back just in time as with a roar and a boom the monster crashed against the wall, yellow eyes flashing as a massive paw reached behind the shelf grabbing for her, reaching to tear her to pieces.

Hyperventilating the sheep girl stared as claws moved just before her face, inches from ending her life.

But she had moved back far enough that they couldn’t quite reach, the wolf couldn’t touch her, she was safe, she’d done it, and after a few more attempts the monster retracted its arm.

A pair of luminous yellow eyes amongst black fur stared at her from the end of the cramped space, watching her carefully. After a moment the monster turned its head, attention shifting as it stepped away and vanished from sight.

Lyra let out a little breath of relief. Now she would only have to survive in this small space until morning and hopefully someone would come to rescue her, to save her from this terrifying beast.

Her racing heart started to slow, relief so strong it made her legs weak and wobbly.

She was going to make it.

She wiped sweat from her face just as the entire massive bookcase started to shift, a weightage in the tons of room spanning double wide shelves lifting away from the floorboards books spilling free as it moved.

With an awed expression she watched as the great thing rose up in the air, a staggering amount of weight lifted by muscular arms until with a snarl it was thrown aside over the top of a long table that split the row, disintegrating under its own mass as it smashed apart between the shelving.

Lyra tried to flee, she really did, but instead a massive paw whipped out and gripped her neck, lifting, turning and slamming her brutally against the opposite shelves.

“Did seeing me lift that turn you on? Your scent doubled when you saw me raising it all over your head.” His eyes moved down and a wolfish grin appeared. “Do you have a rain cloud under your skirt? You’re dripping all over the place Lyra.”

Lyra whimpered and shuddered, unable to form a reply.

“Why don’t I have a look?”

The sheep girl found herself rising up, the paw around her neck moving down to her hip along with the other until she found herself seated in Rain’s paws, held up in the air as a massive head pushed between her legs, muzzle parting her thighs, spreading her to access her loins.

“N-nuuu!” squealed Lyra, hands desperately scrabbling at the beast’s head as it moved toward her privates.

She didn’t even begin to slow the monster from pushing beneath her skirt and a large tongue darted from behind its teeth, licking up over her skintight soaked panties and eliciting a gasp, then more breathy gasps as it rolled up and down, swirling around the little hard shape hidden behind the fabric, her engorged clit, teasing with touch.

Then the tongue slipped to the side, pressing in her muff before dragging at the thin cloth, pushing it to the side as it peeled away from the surface of her pussy, exposing her folds to the heated air and Rain’s breath.

“Ffrrrccckkk” she groaned, curled over the monster’s head as the giant tongue lapped at her wetness and stiff little clit, softness deforming under his relentless tongue, quelching wetly as her labia was played with, her wetness causing her folds to slip and glide around the muscles motions with quick slippery ease.

“Oh god Opal wasn’t kidding about the tongggue hnnnn! Y-you can’t do this to meeee!”

“You can’t stop me.” said Rain, momentarily pulling his tongue back to trace around the softness of her puss, eliciting adorable little moans as her hips bucked mindlessly against his muzzle. He suddenly slipped his paws fully around her waist to gain leverage then pressed his mouth against her folds and sloppily made love to her pussy lips.

The blissful squeaks from above signalled Lyra’s appreciation and he started to edge his tongue deeper. Her back arched and a long lush moan was drawn from her lips as Rain’s huge tongue eased deliciously slowly into her passage, stretching her around its girth as his teeth brushed against her clit.

Then he went deeper.

The desperate trembling clenches against his undeniable tongue were what he was waiting for and with a grin he thrust, slipping deep within her and then squirming furiously against her walls, scraping up her pleasure centers as he writhed the muscle from shallow to deep, each plunge into her depths causing her to buck against him and cry out, her pussy contracting harshly as she rode over the cliff into yet another powerful orgasn.

His efforts were rewarded as a little of her nectar fountained into his mouth and he happily drank her down, thirstily partaking of her as he drove her yet higher, her pussy squeezing tight over and over as squirming and quivering against the muscle in tight little circling motions.

From experience he knew now was the perfect moment to take her to the next level and he went in for the kill.

“AIIIEEEEE!!”

Boiling hot pussy juice gushed over his face in long powerful jets, hips thrashing in his paws as she exploded over him, fluid rushing into his mouth to pour from his lips before he drew tight and clamped against her puss, applying a sucking pressure and drawing her down as she rolled into a second thrashing orgasm even greater than the first.

Lyra opened her mouth wide and howled, fingers clawing frantically at his ears in bliss tipped ecstasy.

To be crude, he played her like an instrument until she’d cum her brains, pushing her to climax after climax and then ... it was over.

Lyra flopped back, chest rapidly rising and falling, blouse soaked through with sweat.

He could practically hear her eyes rolling back, feeling that satisfied little expression of hers, mouth hanging open, corners lifting.

She was well and truly done for.

“Your tongue is too freaking muuuch, uhnf! That felt ... that felt amazing...” she breathed.

He eased back, massive tongue slowly pulling from her clinging heated folds until it came free with a wet schlrp and a trickle of clear fluid that rolled down his chin.

Lyra managed to gather some basic composure and lifted her head to look down at the wolf head pulling from beneath her skirt. She bit her lip, eyes fixated by the sight of her soaked black panties dangling from his teeth, a wicked grin on his face.

“Th-that’s r-really furking hot you know that right?”

He snorted a laugh and spat the panties aside, gripping hold of the sheep girl and turning toward the heavy oaken table. Lyra found herself whipped through the air and slammed down atop the table top that divided the shelves from the wall.

Huge claws came down on her front, shredding her blouse and leaving her indecently round breasts wobbling across her chest, a stiff pink nipple slipping free from her bra. He roughly grasped her pencil skirt and pushed it up her hips until it was just a slim rumpled circle around her waist, her lower half left naked.

She peered down over her bust with difficulty, eyes going round as Rain’s length came into her view a little over fifteen and a half inches of fat cock lowering down onto her body, her abdomen, the sheer heat of it warming her body.