An Adventure In The Archives

How did I find myself here? -- alone, deep in the old library archives. I don't think anyone has been down here for decades, let alone read any of these old rags.

I originally came searching for some inspiration on my latest art project, but that must have been hours ago! I feel like I'm just going around in circles, searching for something. What exactly? The exit? I'm not even sure anymore.

Sci-fi. Manga. Encyclopedias. Biographies.

I step through the rows of books, but nothing stands out. Where were the stairs again?

Horror. Science. Drama. Mystery.

It only seems to be getting darker. This can't be the right way.

Poetry... Fantasy.... Romance....... Magic .....

It's getting late. The light has gotten so dim by this point, that it's nearly impossible to read the labels at the ends of the rows. Finally, I notice a glimmer of light at the end of the next section. Could that be the exit? Can I finally escape from this abyss of old books?

I run toward the light, only... these aren't the stairs. What? The light is coming from a book. There's no label, only a small recess in the spine -- it's almost as if something belongs there. I'm cautious, but the dull glow draws me closer. I just can't seem to look away.

The moment I touch the spine to lift it from the shelf, a blinding aura floods my vision. I stumble back, only to find myself collapsed on the floor against the opposite shelf, the book falling to the ground beside me.

It has awaken.

Still trying to regain my senses, I feel something probing at my maw. My eyes struggle to open as the world comes back into focus. More probing ... What is that? What's touching me?

Suddenly everything becomes clear as my jaw is forced open and I feel something slide in. It's the book! My eyes have adjusted to the light well enough for me to see it, floating next to my face, with a horse cock standing proudly erect from it's worn pages, already occupying the first couple inches of my surprised maw.

Pressed against the shelving, it has me pinned. I try to struggle, but the dick only presses deeper. Deeper. Deeper. My mind falls back into a haze as I feel the book's aura re-gaining control.

At the first taste of pre-cum, i can't help but whimper with excitement. Excitement? What's come over me? It's sweet and extremely potent, you can tell this cock hasn't seen any action in quite some time.

Hearing my whimper, the long shaft begins to thrust. In and out of my hungry maw, it increases in speed as my own lust slowly builds. I can feel it entering my throat, the medial ring already pressing past my lips. There's no stopping this now. Fully entranced, I push my head in tempo with it's rhythm. It thrusts back against me with more vigor than any partner I've ever been with.

With one final push, I feel the feathery pages pressed against my snout. The throbbing horse cock, lodged several inches down my throat at this point, erupts with it's potent seed. I can feel the bulge pulsing in my throat, synchronized with the flicker of the book's aura. Cum is washing through my insides and thoroughly filling me -- not a single drop is lost.

After what seems like minutes, the excitement stops and the dick is withdrawn from my cum-filled mouth. What a rush. I reach for my still-erect shaft, eager to relieve my own building tension, but my arm gets thrown back by a fury of turning pages. Looking up, I see an eyeball, peering out of the recess in the book's spine. Is this book possessed by some sort of demon? Staring deep into my soul, I can tell that whatever it is, it isn't done with me yet.

The rustling of paper stops; it seems the demon has made its next selection. An oversized wolf dick, already erect and sporting an intimidating knot, emerges from the text and almost immediately moves into position. I'm already laying back with a mouth full of cum, so it finds no resistance when it pushes my tail out of the way to expose my tight tailhole. Mmm... tight. It has been a while hasn't it.

I scream aloud as the penis slides all the way up to the knot in one thrust. It seems the demon has lost what little patience it had. Undeterred by my vocalizations, the thrusting begins almost immediately. All the way from tip to base, over and over, I feel the wolf knot pressing against my entrance. Luckily, it seems the controlling glow is helping to ease the pain, as I feel my own erection returning in full force.

Uh. Umf! Oh! I moan out. I'm not going to last much longer at this rate! This knot feels amazing! The large buldge expands my entrance further and further with each thrust, forcing its way in.

With one final thrust, the room fills with light once again, illuminating across the shelves. I feel the knot slide past its barrier, settling deep in my ass. With a noticable throb, I can feel the first jet of wolf cum pour into me. The intense warmth triggers my own orgasm, jetting cum on to my own chest and face.

I was stuffed. Thoroughly full of cum in both ends, with more being added by each pulse in my rear.

Eventually, the wolf dick finally slowed its ejaculation, but my distended abdomen clearly showed the amount of seed it had dumped into me.

I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm, and soaked in the soothing glow from my new demon book friend. We we're still locked together by it's knot, but I certainly wasn't trying to move. I no longer had any will to leave. I no longer had any thoughts aside from pleasure.

... and it seems this book still has plenty of pages left!