Once Sincir tells her what he wants in return, Esme shudders.

  “Doesn’t seem very fair to me, considering I already showed you mine earlier… But I guess it was bound to come to this one day… Fine, I’ll do it. P-please don’t make fun of me…”

  Taking a deep breath, Esme begins to slowly lower her dress... Until her breasts, and hard nipples, are fully exposed.

  “…They have some freckles too, eh? Is that why you were so shy about showing them to me?”

  Esme gres at him. “What did I just tell you not to do?!”

  Sincir chuckles. “Well, a promise is a promise. Do you wanna do it, or would you rather I show you?”

  Licking her lips nervously, Esme releases her dress and allows it to fall all the way down to her stomach. Then, her gaze wanders downwards, stopping as it finds the bulge of his member against his pants.

  “Is it… Is it normally this big, for a kid?”

  “Naw, I’m lucky...” Again. “Also, I’m not a fucking kid.”

  “…I think I’d rather you showed me… I’m not sure my hands can handle anything delicate right about now…”

  Sincir smiles, rises slightly, then slowly pulls down his pants…

  Esme gulps, eyes fixed to his now exposed member as he pulls off his pants completely and throws them aside, before removing his shirt as well.

  Once naked, he kneels on the couch, then grabs Esme’s chin as he gently forces her to meet his gaze.

  “…Want to keep going?” he asks her, voice slightly hoarse, “Esme, you’ve driven me nearly crazy over this past year…”

  Breath shallow, she nods once, nearly imperceptibly. “What’s… What’s next?” she asks, breathlessly.

  Smiling, Sincir lowers her chin again, until her gaze has found his member once more, which is now standing to attention right in front of her face.

  Esme eyes widen, but she doesn’t move away. “Can I… Can I touch it…?”

  “Sure, but your hands are still trembling, right? And they’re sweaty, too…”

  Esme shudders. “Oh… I thought you might not have noticed.”

  Sincir rolls his eyes, sighing. “You’re really are an idiot. Here, I’ll put it words you’ll understand; I wanna hump you. Can I?”

  She blinks. “You mean…”

  “You want to touch it, right? That’s fine, but I decide where and how… It’s a game.”

  Esme narrows her eyes at him. “A game… You say that, but aren’t you just using my body to get off?”

  Sincir rolls his eyes again. “Esme, what do you think we’re doing here, exactly?”

  She humphs. “Fine, but you need to promise me you’ll get me off ter… And I’ll choose how. Promise me that, or we’re ending things here.”

  Sincir pauses. Did she just…?

  He smiles. “I see we have a fast learner on our hands. Very well, you have yourself a deal, Miss Esme…”

  At his point, having reached his limit, Sincir doesn’t wait for further confirmation; Guiding her by her chin somewhat roughly, he brings his cock forward and drags her cheek against it, leaving a faint trail of precum behind it.

  Far from fighting him, Esme stares at him cock the whole time, breath shallow and expression astonished…

  Sincir groans, nearly losing it over the vision of her obvious excitement, but he controls himself, keeping each thrust forward slow and controlled as he continues to drag his member against her face, first the head, then by pressing her face against his body for a while.

  Eventually, Esme wraps her arms around him, pressing her face against him on her own as she begins to match the movements of his hips… Though she is careful to keep her palms away from his skin the whole time.

  “…Okay, stop,” Sincir tells her, panting slightly as he does so.

  Esme obeys him, pulling away from him as she meets his gaze coyly. “It smells so weird…”

  In spite of her words, she doesn’t look particurly bothered… If anything, she seems like she wouldn’t have minded if he kept going until the end.

  “Give me your hand,” Sincir tells her.

  “What? But, they’re-”

  “Just do it.”

  After a moment of hesitation, Esme extends her hand in his direction, as instructed, and Varzath grabs her arm by wrist, gently raising it until her back is slightly arched and her armpit exposed.

  “Ah… Sincir, wait-”

  While holding her gaze, Sincir then slowly licks her palm, from whist to thumb, before sucking on her finger, in spite of her weak attempts at pulling her arm freed from his grip.

  “Ah… No…! They’re… Stop it!”

  He doesn’t. Her flustered face is cute, and he takes his time licking her hand for a while before finally moving his hips forward in order to drag his member against her exposed armpit.

  By the time he has licked every finger, as well as in between them, Esme is squirming underneath him with a look of utter desperation on her face.

  “Other hand,” he tells her, causing her eyes to widen almost comically.

  “W-wait!”

  “Hand it over, or I’m doing your feet and armpits instead.”

  Esme’s jaw falls.

  Sincir snorts. “We’re both perverts, so what’s there to be so shocked about? I told you your hands don’t bother me, but since you don’t believe my words, I’ll have to show you in a way you can understand... From all those books you’ve read, you should understand good sex is perverted and dirty. If it doesn’t bother me, and it doesn’t bother you, and neither of us will become sick from it, then who is to say we shouldn’t do it?”

  Esme shudders under his gaze. “I…”

  “Hand… Now,” Sincir orders.

  Albeit hesitantly, she finally complies, and Sincir grins as he raises her other arm.

  And this time, Esme watches him carefully, following his tongue with her gaze as if entranced, and shivering every time his member drags again her sensitive armpit.

  “You like it?”

  “I don’t know… It feels so nice… But so dirty… I want to... Want you to lick me more… Everywhere…”

  Plopping his lips from her thumb, Sincir chuckles. “Is that your request? About how you want me to get you off?”

  Esme nods.

  Resealing her arm, Sincir chuckles again. Then, while holding her gaze, he pushes her shoulders until Esme’s back is against the couch, lying on top of her as he continues to grind his member against her skin (now against her thigh), and pces his lips over hers.

  Their kiss is deep and intense, sting a while until Sincir finally pulls away, moving on to pce several more kisses against her skin, and leaving a trail of them until finally reaching her neck, where he pces a small, pyful bite.

  Esme moans loudly, nearly screaming. Her skin is so hot against his, that had he not known otherwise, Sincir might’ve believed she has a fever.

  “Careful now,” he murmurs, “Or somebody might hear us… Just imagine you’re having another of your public masturbation sections.”

  Esme quickly covers her mouth using both of her hands, back arching her back slightly as Sincir finally reaches her standing nipple... She screams again, though now the sound is mercifully contained.

  Seeing as she seems about to lose it, Sincir slows down slightly, circling the needy bump with his tongue rather than attacking it directly, before pcing several kisses against the freckles around her chest.

  Once Esme has calmed down somewhat, gzed eyes having rexed slightly, he finally goes back to her nipple, sucking on the left one gently, while slowly massaging her right breast with his hand...

  While now grinding his member against her right calf, Sincir takes his time pying with her nipples, until both him and Esme have become an intertwined mess of moans and sweat…

  He could get them both off like this, but it’d for an unsatisfying ending after all this teasing, and as such, Sincir edges the both of them by moving away, and taking a moment to breath.

  “…What… Why did you…?” Esme asks breathlessly.

  Instead of answering, Sincir moves his tongue against her navel, licking off some of the sweat accumuted there, and bringing a shudder out of her.

  “You asked me to lick everywhere, remember? Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ll get there today, but there’s at least one more pce I think could use my attention for the day…”

  Sincir gnces toward Esme’s utterly disheveled dress, now covering nothing but her sex, with a silent question in his eyes.

  Her eyes widen.

  “If you don’t want to yet, that’s fine… I can go back to what we were doing, and we can finish like that.”

  Esme quickly shakes her head. Then, pulling her knees up, then removes her dress and throws it away...

  Sincir grabs her ankles before she can lower them, however, pushing them toward her face and forcing her hips up until both her sex and asshole are completely on dispy for the both of them.

  “Ah…!” Esme shouts, face growing completely red in virtue of her shame being so utterly exposed.

  “Rex,” Sincir tells her, “You’ve seen mine from really close too, remember?”

  “B-but… But t-this…”

  He just smiles at her, maintain the shameful position until she begins to fidget underneath him, toes curling.

  “Why… But you’re not even touching me…” Esme murmurs breathlessly, “I fell so hot…”

  Sincir chuckles. “Can you swing your hips for me? I know you want to.”

  Esme’s blush intensifies, but, after a moment, she does comply, slowly moving her hips back, then forward, toward her face, unnaturally at first, but soon falling into a stead rhythm…

  Watching her grind the air, taking a deep breath is all Sincir can do to stop himself from taking her right there and then… He knows she’d not be able to refuse him, in this state.

  Unfortunately, Esme mentioned to him once she wishes to save her first time for the man she’ll marry; Which is a stupid, a naive idea, since being no longer a virgin would not make of her less of a woman, but hey, he is nothing if not a gentleman, and he’ll respect her wishes, however misguided they might be.

  And taking as much into consideration, Sincir then pulls her ankles back slightly, giving himself space to move around her legs and position his member against her face.

  Then, he finally leans forward as he begins to pce kisses against her inner tights, slowly approaching his prize, while also pressing himself against her face.

  “Ah… Sincir! You’re driving me insane…!”

  Sincir chuckles. “I’m not doing much better, you know? I’m just pretending to keep my cool…”

  Just as he is about to reach her pussy, Sincir feels something wet and warm against his member, though his shudder in virtue of it doesn’t stop him from finally giving Esme what she wants…

  Moaning loudly, Esme wraps her arms around him, this time properly pressing her palms against his skin… Then, she licks his member’s underside, from head to basis.

  Sincir is the one to moan this time. Still, he doesn’t stop his own tongue, parting her lower lips apart and tasting of her juices as he searches for her clitoris.

  “Sincir… These… look so tasty… Can, I...?”

  Sincir pauses, pulling away briefly in order to say, “Wait, Esme, they’re really sensitive, so be care-”

  Too te; After a single tasting lick, Esme pulls one of his balls into her mouth, causing him to curse out loud.

  Immediately pulling away as she realizes her maneuver hurt him, Esme apologizes, “I-I’m sorry!”

  “It’s okay… It feels nice when you lick them, but be careful, okay?”

  Unfortunately, the accident caused thins to cool down a little, but not for long. As Sincir once more dives into the pussy before him, and Esme also resumes her own efforts, soon they’re both moaning again.

  Having long found her clitoris, but having hesitated to attack it directly, he circles it with his tongue for a while, before finally sucking it into his mouth.

  Esme’s screams against his body, having used his skin to muffle her voice.

  Not even a second ter, she squirts, drenching Sincir’s face and the couch underneath them.

  Of course, he doesn’t stop licking and sucking until the st waves of her orgasm have gone by, several moments ter, moment which he finally pulls away from her, rising from the couch, turning around, then pcing the tip of his member against her lips.

  Far from resisting him, Esme opens her mouth wide, allowing his member’s head inside before closing her lips around it as she begins to gently suck on it.

  Sincir moans, jerking his shaft as he rapidly brings himself closer and closer to release.

  “Esme, it feels so nice…”

  She smiles around his member, increasing the intensity of her sucking.

  “W-wait, Esme, I need to pull back…”

  She shakes her head, eyes gleaming pyfully, as she meets his gaze and continues sucking.

  “A-are you sure? It doesn’t taste great, you know…?”

  In response, Esme begins to push her head forward, now taking his cock halfway into her mouth with every sucking motion.

  Unable to hold himself for another moment, Sincir comes into her mouth, shuddering all the while.

  Esme never stops sucking, eyes narrowed and excited as she watches his expression throughout his entire orgasm.

  Fearing she might just keep going if he allows her too, Sincir quickly pulls his member away once he is done, falling next to her on the couch and bring her against his chest while releasing a long sigh of relief.

  Damn it, he needed this…

  It had been far too long, and those brats had been driving him crazy, as of te.

  Creator curse the day he decided to take them under his wing… No, better not to think on the troublemakers, lest he ruins his good mood.

  Looking down, Sincir realizes Esme is watching him, face slightly red. Since she has her chest pressed against him, he can tell her hearth is beating faster than normal, but not enough to make him think she is about to panic.

  “I’m such an idiot,” Esme murmurs, finally averting her eyes from his face as she grimaces.

  Sincir raises an eyebrow. “This again?”

  “No, it’s not… The usual. I’m an idiot for having not brought you here a long time ago. To think I’ve missed an entire year of this… I’d never forgive myself if you happen to leave the next month, or something.”

  “Stop being so harsh on yourself,” Sincir tells her, caressing her sweaty scalp as brings her to face his gaze once more, “I’m here right now, am I not?”

  “Will you… Will you spend the night? Please?”

  Sincir hesitates. He wants to… But Ena will actually murder him if he’s any ter to return than he already is.

  Sincir sighs. “I’m sorry, but I have someone waiting for me. I’m already really te, and they’d be certainly upset if I didn’t show up at all.”

  Esme stares at him, expression carefully devoid of emotion.

  “…They’re a family member,” Sincir adds, causing her to blush.

  “Sorry… After the speech I gave you earlier, I have no right to ask you about your personal life.”

  “Rex. I won’t pretend I’m exclusive to you, but we’re friends, right? I’m not trying to make you miserable. If you have an issue, we can talk about it… At the very least, you can count on my honesty.”

  Esme makes a face as though about to begin crying. “Is it too te to propose now?”

  Sincir ughs softly. “Sorry, but you know my answer already. You’ll have to content with fuckbuddies, or friends… Hey, what happened to your charming prince? I thought you had already decided he was going to be your man… Though he’ll never approach you if you’re always hiding, whenever he shows up.”

  Esme sighs.

  Her charming prince, as Sincir called him, is one of the lesser nobles from Elderspire who occasionally visits the library. Considering his social position, he’ll never approach someone like Esme, at least not while looking for a serious retionship, which means that if she wants to wed him, she must take the initiative, or it’ll never happen.

  He has already told Esme as much the first time they talked about it, now a month prior, but she seems determinate to ignore his advice.

  “Sincir, tell me honestly... Do you think he’d ever fall for someone like me?” Esme murmurs.

  “And how the fuck would I know? He might be gay, or interested in a certain type of woman you could never hope to imitate… But the important thing here is that you’ll never find out if it’d have been possible or not without trying.”

  Esme sighs again. “I know you’re right, I just... I can’t bring myself to…”

  “You’re too afraid to take the initiative, I get it. So are most people. Guys have to learn how to do it, or they’ll die alone, simple as that… But in your case, you’re a hot girl, and you have me. Just give it your best shot. I see him often at my section, so I can point you to some of the books he reads, if you’re looking for something to talk about right of the gate… And from there, you can recommend him some of the books you read. If he’s interested, I bet he’ll bite, and if he's not, at least you’ll know it wasn’t meant to be.”

  Esme giggles. “A hot girl… I don’t think anyone has ever called me that, Sincir.”

  “That’s because the only people you see are bookworms. You should go outside every once in a while… Or wear something different than your librarian dress.”

  Sighing, Sincir forces himself to rise away from their little love nest, in spite of Esme’s pout as he does so... Lest he does end spending the night, after all.

  “You’re really going?” she asks, covering her breasts with an arm once he throws a gnce on her direction while redressing.

  “Yes. You have work do too, right?”

  Esme sighs sadly, but she does also rise from the couch.

  Sincir watches her putting on her dress, appreciating the view for the brief moment it sts, then returns to his own clothes…

  Gncing at his shoes, he grimaces. Having to wear them the whole day is perhaps the worst part about his librarian job.

  In the end, he does put them on, though.

  “Sincir, wait, I have something for you.”

  Turning toward Esme, Sincir realizes she is searching among her desk for something, which she then grabs, walking in his direction, before extending a pocket size white book in his direction.

  “Here. I’ve copied all of the symbols as fatefully as possible, as you asked me to… Aren’t you at least going to tell me what they mean, though? C’mon, I spent three months of free time on this, for you.”

  While carefully taking the book from her hands, Sincir smiles. This is, by far, his greatest find within the library of Inquiry. At a first sight, it seems no more than a prayer book, if one doesn’t pay attention to some of the pages, seemingly distributed at random, which are filled by strange symbols.

  Having found the original in a very poor state within one of the restricted sections of Inquiry only the librarians are allowed to enter, he then asked Esme to create a copy of it for him, while restoring the original for the library as well.

  He could’ve, of course, asked her to copy only the pages with symbols, but he figures the person the book is intended for would’ve liked the complete version…

  After a moment of inspecting Esme’s work, Sincir meets her eyes once more, taking into account her curious expression.

  Well… She did do it in the name of their friendship, even after he insisted he’d pay for her work. Also, who knows? In the future, were him to come across simirly damaged tomes, he might have to rely on her again to restore them.

  “This is a magic tome,” he tells her, “And the symbols are spells.”

  Esme’s jaw falls. “…You’re joking, right?”

  Sincir snorts. “Nope.”

  “Sincir! Do you have any idea how much a spell tome- No, forget that! If anyone finds out I gave a you copy of it-!”

  “Shh,” Sincir says, pcing a finger against his lips, then shaking his head. “First off, I know copying spell tomes is illegal without the express permission of Krador’s magical council, which is why I wasn’t pnning on telling you anything. Second, don’t worry, I’m not pnning on letting anyone know I have it… Though the tome is for a friend, who is in dire need of it.”

  The Kingdom of Krador, the pce where Sincir happened to nd with the girls, now five years prior, is a fairly open-minded country with all but the Creator’s religion, being a sworn enemy of Estrein. They do have a king, and a government system with nobles, but they’ve also a magical council which has a good deal of authority over what goes around, and unlicensed magical tomes are a no go, under their jurisdiction…

  Esme frowns. “I trust you, but what if your friend lets it escape that they have it?”

  Sincir chuckles. “Don’t worry, they won’t... And even if they do, the tome’s origins will never be traced back to you. Trust me, Esme, I wouldn’t do something that would put you at risk. Just pce the original where I showed you, pretend you don’t know it is more than a prayer book, and nobody will have any reason to suspect you of doing something illegal.”

  Esme shakes her head. “Sincir, they say the mages of the council can read minds… If your friend is caught with an illegal tome, they’ll definitely want to know where it came from,” she says, shuddering as she does so.

  Sincir sighs. Mind Mages, eh? Well, he’s not afraid of them, but the normal person most certainly should be…

  “Look, my friend can defend themselves, their mind included,” Sincir tells Esme, his tone reassuring, “So don’t worry, okay? I promise you nothing will come of this.”

  “…And what about you?” Esme asks, after a moment of silence, “You never tell me anything about yourself, and I still don’t even know how long you’ll be staying around town.”

  “You don’t need to worry about me either,” Sincir assures her, “Though I appreciate that you do. Now I really need to go, okay? Otherwise, I’ll be murdered in my sleep tonight.”

  Esme bites her lower lip, obviously not having been fully convinced by his words, but she does nod. “Be careful, okay? I hear more of those monsters are coming out tely, and apparently, they kill anything on si-”

  Rolling his eyes, Sincir steps forward and shuts her up with a kiss.

  Although pretesting at first, Esme eventually moans against his mouth, all but melting over his touch.

  Now, this is more like it.