Lemma the Librarian: Diminishing Returns, Part 6

Oh gods, I had my fill of games with
the Faerie Queen. “What kind of game?”

“Oh, one we’ll both enjoy. You
already know the rules, I put them in there.”

I ignored that. I could
ignore that–I could resist again! I could choose not to think about the rules,
even if he suggested it. Rules like–I cut that thought off. “You’ve been
planning this.”

“Oh, from the start,” he
said. “Like I said, once you told me about this place, I knew I was going
to have to take it over. So I made sure you’d come back here some time after,
so we could get… reacquainted.”

“Why?” I asked. “You
made it pretty clear that you don’t think I’m that attractive, despite my
obvious charm, grace, and natural good looks.”

“Uh-huh,” he said.
“If you like short, scrawny little things with no tits.”

“Fuck you,” I said, trying
to sound cheerful. “But why. Why did you want me back, when clearly all
you want is wealth and a harem? You’ve got that here.”

“All in due time,” he said
smugly. “After all, it’s nearly morning, and you have a game to
play.”

And I did. Like he’d said, I knew
the rules, and I could only avoid thinking about them for so long: I couldn’t
hurt him, like he’d said. I couldn’t tell Iason about the game, or Hragulf, or
that I was in any kind of danger or under any kind of control. I couldn’t leave
the castle. And…

“Oh you fucking son of a
bitch.”

Hragulf laughed. “That I
am,” he said.

The last two rules were that I
couldn’t cum without Hragulf’s permission, and beginning at dawn I would get
hornier every ten minutes.

“Now you’d better get
going,” said Hragulf. “Come back here when you’re ready to beg to be
allowed to cum.”

Snarling, but with no other real
options, I stormed out of the room. It was morning, basically, and Iason would
be up soon. Maybe I could somehow… hint to him what was going on? There had
to be some way!

I was sure I could get through to
him. We were basically old friends at this point–maybe not in time, strictly
speaking, but certainly in experience. I’d say something just slightly
off, and he’d look at me with those big brown puppy-dog eyes of his and ask
what’s wrong, and I’d dither, and then he’d take me into his arms and…

Wait, what? Has it been ten minutes
already? Fuck…
I could already feel it. I was
getting warm, squirmy, tingly, antsy… I needed to hurry up.

To be continued…


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