An ancient evil lurks in the library (CollaredbyHim)

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It was already late in the evening, hardly any soul still could still be found within the walls of the ancient university, which happened to be one of the oldest and most respected institutions of learning on the whole continent. But there still was a light burning in the small library of the faculty of Ancient Languages even though it officially was long closed for the night.

The faculty library was in a rather remote corner of the building, but it was one of the few surviving buildings that were still existing from the founding days of the university. One student had been given the privilege to research in this library for her thesis, and thus was now busy with these old books while everyone else had long made their way home, to avoid being caught in the snowstorm which now was raging outside.

It was a rather dark starless night, the longest night of the year. A night that for some reason was dreaded among the older members of the faculty although they never spoke a word to anyone to explain what exactly they were afraid of. With most everyone gone now, there were so few sounds to be heard in a university that was so busy during the day. The wind howling outside, the creaking of the old bookshelves under the weight of the heavy books was all the that our student could here. And was it only her imagination or did the creaking of the shelves sound much louder, much more agitated than it normally was?
 
Kat was sitting on a table of the library flipping through some pages of books when something glittered. She got up, wondering what had glittered in the firelight. It was late at night and no one else had been here, although the library sounded awfully loud. The floors creaked under her feet as she made it to an old dusty book shelf. An old sign was peeling on the side of the shelf and she brushed off dust.

Do Not Touch.

Kat, never being one to follow directions, smirked at the sign and entered the aisle. "There just books. Why can't I touch them?" They were either old or had secrets. Both had appeal to Kat. So she pulled out the largest book and took it to her table.

When she flipped it open, a breeze wafted through the library making the torchlight flicker. But that wasn't what held her attention, it was the illustrations.

All of them illustrated women and a man in crude positions. Kat had half a mind to put the book back, but no one was here, and no one had touched these books in years... So what was the harm?

She flipped through the pages and started to read, ignoring the creepy feeling she got from when she opened it.
 
With each page she turned, the illustrations became more lewd and explicit.It was like a feverish erotic nightmare. Bodies twisting in lustful ecstasy, strange devices used to cause pleasure and pain, young maidens defiled by horned demons, their clawed hands and forked tongues all over the women’s youthful bodies.

The illustrations seemed to become alive when she looked at them. Moving, twisting into each other. There seemed to be a strange heat radiating from these scenes, and if she listened closely there even seemed to be strange sounds coming from the book. The animalistic grunting of the infernal males, the moaning in lustful agony of the human females. The slurping sounds of youthful female lips on huge diabolical shafts.

But all these sounds were only barely audible, so faint that it was impossible to make out if they were real or just her imagination. What was real though was the sound of footsteps, approaching slowly towards the place where she was reading.
 
Kat squirmed in her seat, but continued reading. She had planned to go out with her friend afterwards, so she was dressed up, a white mini skirt with a tight black top, some pumps and pinned up chocolate hair. It didn't seem like a good idea anymore, because although she knew she was alone, she felt like someone was watching her. Her pale skin seemed to feel more exposed then before and Kat shivered. She turned around and glanced behind her with her green eyes, afraid something might come out. The scenes from the book seemed to be dancing, and as she flipped through, a story began. It talked about strange creatures, human-like and animal-like, rituals and curses. It had nothing to do with her thesis, but it intrigued her.

Creak.

Kat whipped around and sighed as she realized no one was behind her. "I'm going insane," she muttered, cursing herself for being so jumpy. It was an old library, there were bound to be drafts and sounds. She should go, meet up with her friend, but something kept her glued to the chair, ready to read more and more.
 
The steps came closer. Then came to a halt. Between the bookshelves a man appeared. Black suit, black leather shoes, all just a bit more elegant then what her professors wore, but not completely out of place in an ancient and respectable university like this one. His face was still in the shadows, and hard to make out. Only becoming more visible as he took another step closer to her.

He moved towards her slowly, yet so sure of himself, with such confidence. As if he was sure she wasn’t able to run away. Did she even want to? Now she could see his face. A handsome man in his late thirties, shoulder length dark hair, a neatly trimmed beard. And those pale blue eyes that were gazing upon her now.

“There are such interesting books in this library” he smiled, now standing right behind her, one hand on her shoulder gently. “Especially this one. It has always been one of my favourites. Did you notice the detail in the illustrations? Just amazing.”
 
Kat was definitely unable to move now. Especially when a man came walking out of the dark like a ghost. But he was human, probably a professor, she stopped tensing until he spoke.

“There are such interesting books in this library,” he said smiling at her, there was something off about him, the creaking had stopped, the wind had stopped blowing and everything was silent except for his words. His voice seemed to caress Kat and she shivered involuntarily, especially when he touched her shoulder and commented about the lurid images in the book.

Kat smiled back, and closed the book, not daring to move. "Very interesting, I wonder what part they have in a library like this... but I was about to leave," she had, had no intention of leaving, but his presence made her uneasy, ready to run. Her instincts told her that she wasn't going to leave for a while if she didn't leave. Now.
 
“You are already leaving?” He placed another hand on her shoulder now, “I really wouldn’t recommend stepping outside now, with that snow storm raging.” And indeed just as he spoke, the storm started to howl again. It was a rather ghostly sound, more intense, more eerie than any storm usually encountered in this region of the country. “It wouldn’t be safe for you to go outside now, not safe at all.”

His voice was deep and soothing, as he spoke, “why don’t you stay a little while and I can tell you a little more about this book you have discovered. Even though…,” he paused for a moment, then leaned in closer to her, his hands on her shoulder making sure he had no intentions at all to let her go, “::. I don’t think you had permission to do so.”

Was there a slight hint of menace in his tone now as he said these words?
 
Kat contemplated. Go die outside in a snowstorm because of her clothes? Or stick inside where it was nice and toasty, even if it was a bit eerie. The second option it was.

"Fine. But I didn't think you needed permission read books," she teased trying to lighten the mood, especially after he talked to her with that threatening tone. "And you read it. So how sacred could it be?" Even as she spoke Kat was aware of the hands on her shoulders, his body close to hers and she bit her frosted lip. She knew she was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. Maybe she should've left after all.
 
"So tell me about the book? What is this about? Why was it written? I mean since you apparently have the answers." She looked up as she said this, feeling utterly small and over powered from this position. Maybe if she got up and sat on the table... But his hands felt good, dangerously good.
Stupid hormones. She hoped he moved soon, she didn't want to end up in a compromising position with a professor.
 
“Not all books here in this library are meant to be read by students”, he replied. “Some of them are only intended to be read by the more matured, experienced reader. They can be very dangerous for the mind of a young adult. Even an exceptionally bright one such as you are.” His hands now slowly started to move on her shoulders, caressing them as he continued to speak. “Maybe especially dangerous for a bright student with a vivid imagination.”

“But as you have already looked into the book anyway. I might as well tell you a bit more about it.” He now finally let go of her shoulders to move in front of her, sitting down on the left edge of the desk, his pale blue eyes studying her as if they were prying deep into her soul. “It is an old book. Much older even than this university.”
 
"Apparently not used though, since this thing was covered in dust..." And for good reason, the images inside of that book were not for the weaker of souls. But Kat had seen many things, and though that ranked high on her 'woah' chart, it still wasn't the weirdest.

The man walking out of the dark act though? That might be number one. As the man watched her she felt like he was reading her inside and out. She didn't even know his name... "Ancient people sure did like their porn," she murmured under her breath. But this was way more than that and she knew it. She looked up at the professor, now in front of her, and leaned back. There was something different about those eyes.

Stop, Kat scolded herself. You're in an old library with a man, nothing else, calm down you pyscho. Even as she reprimanded herself she knew her instincts were right. She bit her lip and waited for him to continue.
 
“There are reasons why it is not being used much. It is an old book of supposedly Sumerian origin. Ever since it was brought to Europe in the early middle ages it was surrounded by rumors and dark superstitions. But those were rather unenlightened times of course.” His hand reached for the book, opening it at a seemingly random page.

The page showed a young woman, chained to a strange device, a wooden frame with a multitude of levers attached to it. One demon , a horned, hairy monstrosity, was ravaging her with his monstrous manhood, while three others were letting their long, forked tongues wiggle over the maiden’s bare body.

“Look at this closely” He told her. “This is what supposedly happens to the uninitiated who open the book without a cult leader’s permission.” He looked her in the eyes now, placing his hand on her upper arm. “This is just the beginning though. Do you want me to turn the page and see what happens next? Or does this scare you too much?”
 
Kat shivered as she looked at the picture the man was referring to. It was really illicit and showed exactly how the ritual went. Unitiated? She definantley wasn't initiated. As he touched her Kat felt warmth course through her. The images and his touch were messing with her head but she was never one to back away from a challenge. "No, I can handle it, show me what happens next," she stated, still at awe as to why someone would paint such a picture into a book.
 
He smiled a wicked little smile at her, gazing into her eyes for a long moment. Then he turned back to the book, turning the page slowly. The scene now was even more vivid. There was a multitude of demons, of various sizes and forms. And they seemed to be all over the bound virgin, using and abusing her in all ways possible – and even one that would have seemed impossible to mankind.

The scene seemed to be alive, the creatures constantly moving; licking, pinching, groping, spanking, entering the maiden. The longer the book was open the more vivid the scene became. And yes there was the sound of frightened, painful, yet aroused female moans in the air, as much as the infernal groaning and cackling of the demons.

Watching her reaction to the abysmal revelry before her, he let her gaze at the scenery for a few minutes, then let his hand slowly wander up along her bare arm. “How does that make you feel?” He asked in a voice that sounded almost concerned.
 
Kat blushed and felt her heart race at the images and the imaginary sounds she was thinking up. And when the man asked her how she felt she felt herself turn warmer. "Umm... In awe? It's kind of amazing that humans had suck-such a big imagination so long ago." It was the truth, but a very small point of the truth because really she was both aroused and frightened at the scenes. Her arousal much more prominent than her fear. He touched her bare skin and Kat felt electricity course through her arm. She should really leave.
 
If only she knew how much he reveled in her arousal as well as her fear. Most likely she would have jumped out and ran straight into the snow storm outside in her skimpy clothes. So he knew he had to give away as little as possible of his delight.

“There is one more page in this chapter” he said in a voice as neutral as possible. “I am sure you’d like to see that too.” Without awaiting her response, he now turned the page slowly, even more slowly than the ones before. The sounds were becoming louder now, even with the page not yet fully turned. And it seemed there even was the smell of lust in the air. Hot sweat and the juices of male and female pleasure.
 
She stared at his hand as he turned the page. What more could there possibly be to this book? Her imagination was running wild as she smelled sex in the air. She was truly going crazy in the dark library. As she waited for him to turn the page she crossed her legs, trying to hide her growing arousal.
 
“This page is one of my favorite pages in this ancient book.” For a moment his eyes fell on her, and it seemed the caught her just as she was about to cross her legs. He smiled a darkly knowing smile at her, then finally turned the page.

And then all blurred. The desks and shelves of the library, the flickering lights and the snowstorm outside. All disappeared in that blur. And suddenly she found herself chained to the wooden contraption, she now felt the hands, the tongues upon her, groping at her. She still was clothed, but they already started to tear at her top, at her skirt, demonic claws that knew no mercy, no decency, only boundless, filthy lust. There was the creatures cackling laughter, their grunts of lust everywhere, filling the air. And it was hot, damn hot in this place, and the bodies of the fiends were also steaming with feral heat.
 
Kat whipped her head to the side, looking for the man who had sat beside her mere moments ago. But as she tried to think she found herself moaning and shuddering at the touches on her skin. The creatures in the book were all here, and she was in the same device that was shown in the book.
Where was she? How did she end up here?

Most of her clothes were shredded and she founded herself burning, both with heat, and growing desire. Kat grinded into a clawed hand that touched her, half of herself giving in, while the other half looked for the man who supposed to be with her in the library.
 
The hands were relentless, their grip on her clothes, on her flesh ruthless and without mercy. Soon her top was shredded enough to bare her breasts, and one demonic hand gripped each of her firm young breasts, while a second demon let his tongue wiggle all over it. It was rough in its texture, almost like sand paper, yet so very nimble, so skilled in teasing her nibbles, squeezing and whipping them.

Another hand moved between her thighs, and with one swift motion, the claws tore away her underwear, and a demonic finger now wiggled against her womanly fleshes. Where was the man that she had just been talking too though? Well he was there too, standing next to her, over her, his pale blue eyes watching her face, studying the expressions of lust and fear. He looked the same as before, well almost, except for the little horns that were now peeking out of his forehead, almost hidden by his black hair.
 
Kat looked up at the man who had been speaking with her about the book. "What are you?" she asked through a moan, as the demon who ripped her skirt fingered her. She had been wet before, but now was dripping. Kat arched her hips forward, wanting the sensation that teased her, as another sucked, licked and nipped at her nipples. "I don't even know your name... ohhh," Her questions were silenced as she moaned even louder, a familiar feeling building starting to build inside of her.

Her hands struggled to move, but chains held them back, so she clenched her eyes shut, gripped the chains hard and bit her lip. "How is this- ah, possible..." the word faded as she moaned again, lost in sensations.
 
At first he just smiled in reply to her questions, his hand reaching out to slowly caress the cheek of the chained woman before him. A gesture which in its gentleness so oddly contrasted to the rough actions of the demonic monstrosities. Then finally he spoke, “I am just a humble guide” he spoke, “the one that has been chosen to initiate you”. As she moaned his fingertips wandered to her lips, tracing her wide open mouth slowly.

The demon finger that had been rubbing her fleshes now ventured onward, probing its way into her trembling fold. “My names are many, but you will address me as Professor Kaiaphas Drake.” He added. The probing demon after fingering her inside for a few moments withdrew his finger, holding it up like a trophy as it dripped with Kat’s juices.

“I see you are enjoying your stay here”, the professor remarked in an amused voice. His hand now moving to cup the young woman’s breast, a breast that already bore the marks of the demons’ rough abuse, bruises and scratched and bite marks.

At the same time two fiends sniffed on the upraised finger of the one who had penetrated her womanhood, and then with the voracious appetite of infernal monstrosities both had their unnaturally long and thick tongues crawl up one of Kat’s legs in a race to first reach her precious honey pot.
 
Kat squirmed and felt herself scream as two tongues fought for dominance at her pussy. Her back arched as she raised her hips to the probing tongues, and felt Professor Drake touch her breast. She strained as the tongues flicked at her clit and others still roamed her body, and soon she was cumming on one of the tongues that had been fucking her. As she came the other kept at it and didn't let her relax, and she felt her body tense at the sensations again.

"Initiation? I- what- oh my goddddddddd- mmm- happens- if I'm in-itia, oh,- initiated?" Kat was melting into the touches and was moaning almost as loud as her screaming was earlier.
 
He watched her squirm in ecstasy with a smile of amused interest on his face, his hand kneading her breast as her womanhood was violated by the demonic tongues moving and fighting inside her.

“You become of us”, he spoke as he watched her shake in orgasmic lust on the rack she was chained to, the fiendish tongues now eagerly slurping up her juices. “Your lust is the key.” With each orgasm, each moan and wriggle of lust she was getting closer to become theirs, to become the property of the demonic host. Step by step he would lead her, until she became theirs completely, give up herself to him. Her existence would become one of servitude, an eternal slave to the pleasures of the infernal hordes.

“Once you are initiated, you will be able experience pleasures no mortal can ever conceive. Lust beyond lust.” He looked at her closely now, his pale blue eyes gazing deeply into her green ones.

And suddenly all started to blur again.
 
Kat was on the verge of coming on the tongues of the demons when the Tom lured again, and as it blurred she hoped that it was a dream. And she hoped it wasn't. She had liked the feeling of lust and want but dreaded the words that the Professor had spoken... If she could call him a professor.
 
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