The dim lighting in the reading lounge does an excellent job to accentuate the alluring lewd lullaby of squelching noises of Cresseida's resolute attentive strokes.
Her smooth palm is marvelous, executing the professional techniques she is learning from the book she reads. The content interrupting my study, but surprising me with the wide knowledge regarding the anatomical weak points of many species.
{This Madame Throllüsath must had a really entertaining life…}.
The opulent privacy in the room is disturbed by the sudden entrance of Cadrissa. For an instant, she is stunned, the scene of her Elderly Impure Relative is out of the ordinary, but not foreign, because she has seen us do a lot more.
However, the Librarian is holding my virility, masturbating me with playful mastery, while my hand rests under the fabric of her blouse, groping her breast, teasing occasionally the stiff nipple.
Her sexy panting send hot breaths to my chin, and when they are too fast, we peck the other without taking our eyes from the texts we read.
The newcomer's presence doesn't alter our shared intimacy, taking it for granted, not monopolizing our time or attention.
Nervously, Cadrissa gulps a mouthful of saliva, sitting in the nearby couch, glancing at my groin, flabbergasted with my manhood's size.
"It's normal for a penis to be so big?". Mutters the Young Sophomore, covering her mouth at realizing she spoke her mind out.
"No". Answers Cresseida, circling the base of my dick with her thumb and index forming a ring, rising it to less than a quarter of my length. "3 inches is average, more than 4 and a half is rare. Curses and improvements tied to the Ascension Animal Affection tend to be the exception. Though Azthea, Vurckair's world of origin, doesn't permit either, so he is completely natural, even the Stats had yet to affect his physical constitution".
The idea of the Ascension Animal Affection sticks in me, accidentally enhancing my dick with the features of a wolf, growing four inches in length, not counting the new canine knot, and the additional bump formed on the sharper slanted shape the head has. Of course, the thickness is proportional too, though 17 inches of cock is a bit too much of a stretch for my height and body frame.
Cresseida's surprise is no less than Cadrissa's, twisting her grip to have a better understanding of my improved cock. The latter is in awe, totally hypnotized and immersed on the renewed interest her Elder is portraying.
"It's so grotesque!". Despite her words, the Young Sophomore goes from the furthest seat on the couch to the nearest one, her curiosity tempting her to come even closer, as she leans in our direction.
Low, guttural grunts escape from me, the sensitivity provided by my body changes are a novelty i have never felt before. Besides, Cresseida's handjob had already been going on for more than two hours by the time Cadrissa joined us.
The floating quartzite orbs lighting the room glow with a pinkish shade, liberating smoke of similar tone. Or so it seems, because the mist turns out to be magenta, and phase through the ceiling.
A golden ethereal revetment covers the walls and shelves, protecting the Tomes, Scrolls, and Grimoires containing Rare Spirits, Summons, and unknown ancient knowledge that is tacit with the graphic titles hinting carnal rites and lecherous, unorthodox magic.
Both females from the Cresset House are suddenly panicking, Cresseida showing signs of wanting to release my cock, but i'm close to reach a bursting end, and my right hand urges her to continue by gripping her wrist with unmeasured strength, while my left grabs the bun of her hair, pushing her head down.
She has no choice but to open her mouth, receiving my manhood with the velvet delicate touch of her beautiful lips sliding swiftly, embracing me tightly, and warmly when the licks of her viperous tongue come into play.
Cadrissa is about to speak, but i shush her with a gesture.
The magenta mist descends, and my nose itch, which leads to a comical sneeze. This mishap reduces my pleasure considerably, annoying, and upsetting me, retaliating by spraying my lube to neutralize the magenta fog.
As expected, the gasified lube corrodes the stupid prank someone did. Which must be of Cadrissa's liking, because she is crouching next to the armchair.
The look she has is intense, focused, and exuding reverence. Not like if she were appraising me, as it's obvious my value in her eyes is beyond such constraint.
I put my hand on her head, she is rigid, her pink irises shaking but not resisting to the guidance i impose on her.
"Don't be shy, Cadrissa. Obelisk is not going to bite you, but if you do good, it can spit on you, before splitting you".
She gulps with trepidation, her eyes darting ephemeraly to her belly, measuring how deep my dick would reach if she let me penetrate her.
The thought must overwhelm her, because she shake her head in negation, although the lingering contact reduces her fear, getting accustomed to my touch, more so when my hand ruffles freely her lustrous silver hair.
Thanks to Ines, i understand very well this step means a lot for a woman from Loutharn, especially for the Pure Heiress of a renown House, who has a metalized mane like Cadrissa.
She takes the initiative to brush her fingers on my girth, so i encourage her. "You want to do more than just a fleeting touch. Don't you, Cadrissa?".
She swallow nervously. "Ye-Yes...". Her docile mumble is almost mindless, captivated by the prominent size of my nigh painful erection.
Her hands envelope the engorged pole of rigid meat, familiarizing herself with the shape and smell of my girthy manhood, ignoring the Elder Woman hungrily sucking the glans.
Cadrissa's breath is ragged, expanding her nostrils to the limit with every inhalation.
"You like the scent?". I ask, and she has a dim blush, not wanting to admit the truth, but doing it regardless
"Ye-Yes. It's sweet and fragrant". Her comment is firm, but her motion hesitate momentarily before she decides to be bold, sending a tentative lick to my shaft…