Quiet In The Library 8

Lustia. A world where gods and goddesses bless mortals with powers, great and small. A world where violence has been largely replaced with sex. A world of sexfighting, romance, magic, and adventure. What follows is a recounting of a story from this land.

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Emma walked through the library, delighting in the low murmur and smell of books. If she had time, she would just stand there and enjoy the atmosphere, but alas, she was here for a specific book.

She easily found it, pulled it out of the shelf, and paused when a dainty hand grabbed her wrist.

"Hey! I need that!" Someone spoke loudly next to Emma, sounding annoyed.

Emma turned, and found herself staring at an elven girl looking to be about her age (that is, around 20 years old).

"I just need to look something up, okay? Ten minutes at most, then you can have it." Emma reassured the elf quietly (it was almost a whisper, really. They were in a library, after all). "And speak quieter, please."

Then she yelped as the book lifted itself out of Emma's hand and floated over to the girl, who was also apparently a mage.

"Hey! I told you I just need to look something up!" Emma protested, raising her voice to normal speaking levels, only to be met with disdainful laughter.

"Kekekekeke~! Mine now~!" The girl taunted her and turned to leave.

Not willing to let such an injustice stand, Emma ran over and yanked the book out of the mage's hands, then covered it with both her hands, pressing the book to her stomach to prevent it from floating away again.

Her strategy was successful: she felt as the book tried to lift itself up, but couldn't overcome the force holding it down.

"Tee-hee~!" Emma chuckled spitefully, and made sure to turn around and smirk at the mage who watched her walk away with her prize.

When she turned around, however, the mage tackled her from behind, leaving her laying on the ground face down.

"Gimme the book!" She demanded

"Never!" Emma protested. "Not to someone as disrespectful as you!"

"Oh really? Guess I'll have to sexfight you for it!" The mage declared.

Emma froze. She certainly hadn't expected that. "For a book?"

"Surrender the book now, or suffer the consequences~!" The elf giggled, pleased with the situation which she considered a win-win for her: either she got the book, or she got to fuck a cutie in addition to getting the book.

"Fine! Do your worst!" It couldn't be that hard to defeat this bratty mage, Emma reasoned. Surely.

Then she yelped and covered her mouth with one of her hands as the mage slipped a hand into her panties and began rubbing her pussy.

"What~? Does it feel good~? Hmm~?" The mage teased her, nibbling Emma's ear as her fingers pistoned in and out of Emma's cunt.

Then the mage stepped up her game even more, one hand pistoning in and out, while the other pried Emma's hand away from her mouth, and then even gritting her teeth was not enough - her moans echoed through the quiet library, adding shame and guilt to the pleasure she felt.

It took barely half a minute of this for Emma to crack and cum.

"Cute~. But pathetic~." The mage giggled as she left with the book.

"I'm Bridget. Remember that name, so you know who destroyed you~, if you want revenge~." Bridget chortled at the thought of anyone taking the situation as seriously as the stories her quotes came from, then left, swaying her hips as she left as a final tease to the spent Emma.

The next day, Emma was scouring the library for another copy of the book, only to find that there were none.

Then she saw Bridget again, reading a trashy romance novel while using the book Emma needed as a coffee coaster.

The fact Bridget still had the book despite obviously not needing it anymore, and more importantly her blatant disrespect for it, left Emma spluttering with the righteous wrath of a book enthusiast.

She walked up to Bridget, confident and fuming but quiet, so as to not disturb anyone else, and placed her hands on the desk Bridget was sitting at, loo.ing over her.

"We're having that rematch." She stated frigidly.

Bridget laughed at that. "Oh~? Haven't had enough of my fingers, and now you come crawling back to feel them again~?"

"When I win," Emma stated, "I'm going to take the book, punish you for your disrespect for the book and the library, and then have my fun with you."

"Oh really~?" Bridget chortled. "Then I'll have my way with you after I win, and I'll take your dress, so that you walk home in your bra, panties, and thighighs~. I'm sure a cutie like you will draw quite the attention~."

Emma paled a little, but forged on. "You're on!"

Bridget once more laughed. "Sure, but let's take it to the side a bit, hmm~?" She led Emma into a narrow aisle between bookshelves, and then slammed hwr against one of them, hands already snaking past her dress to her crotch and chest.

"Oh my~!" She exclaimed, surprised, when her hands grasped Emma's chest. "No bra? How bold~!"

But while Bridget's assault was the same, Emma's reaction was not.

She had steeled herself ahead for this, not being caught off guard this time, and had the benefit of genuine rage and disdain to smother any arousal she might have usually felt.

As a result, she didn't even need to put a hand on her mouth or grit her teeth to not make a sound.

Her own hands wandered to Bridget's crotch and chest as she maintained eye contact, spearing her with a glare of cold reproach.

Bridget hesitated a little upon seeing this, but concluded that Emma's bravado would run out long before her inexpert rubbing and groping would achieve anything, and kept up her assault.

But Emma stayed unmoved, like a statue, her glare only growing in intensity.

Bridget, increasingly nervous, found herself continuing to finger Emma for a minute without any reactions.

Then two minutes.

Five minutes, and there was still no change.

After ten minutes of no reaction from Emma, Bridget realized with a start that while Emma's rubbing was inexpert, it was still ten minutes of constatnt stimulation, and it left her gasping.

"Having trouble keeping up, Bridget?" Emma spoke for the first time since their duel started, cold disdain and spite dripping from her voice.

"N-no~!" Bridget moaned and stumbled away from the bookshelf.

Emma advanced, pushing Bridget against the bookshelf on the opposite side of the aisle. "My turn." She said, kneeling down and pushing the mage's clothes and panties aside in order to eat her out.

Her assault left Bridget helplessly moaning, as she was too aroused to properly consider her options. Instead, she grabbed Emma's head, pulling it deeper into her crotch.

"Nn~nnooo~!" Her gasps echoed through the library, until Emma stopped eating her out and stood.

"You're too loud." She said with disgust before her fingers went to finish what her mouth started as her other hand clamped over Bridget's mouth to keep her quiet.

That was the last straw for Bridget. Her climax came with a scream, a scream that would have been humiliatingly loud if not for the equally humiliating hand on her lips muffling it.

She fell to the floor, panting.

But, contrary to appearance, she was not out yet.

With the flick of a finger, a book slid out of the bookshelf as Emma turned to take the tome she was after, and then flew and slapped against Emma's ass.

Emma yelped, not having been prepared for that, and that proof that her opponent did still feel something galvanized Bridget.

She stood up just as Emma turned around, fuming, and the book clattered to the floor.

"I did promise you punishment, didn't I?" Emma said as she approached her.

But Bridget was not going to let her dictate the pace: she tackled Emma, resulting in the both of them on the floor, with Bridget on top.

"And what are you trying to accomplish - mmhhm!" Emma gasped as Bridget gently bit her earlobe. Glaring, she returned to fingering Bridget.

The battle was much more even after that: Bridget bit and kissed Emma on the neck and ears, which seemed to be a bit of a weakness of Emma's, and Emma's quiet gasps and moans helped Bridget regain her confidence. With that, she snaked a hand int Emma's panties again, determined to finger her to climax, while her other hand squeezed Emma's chest roughly as Bridget delighted in the sensation of abusing the soft flesh.

Emma, however, was fingering Bridget at a blistering pace, ramming four of her fingers deep into Bridget's cunt. Combined with her glare, which was just as cold and hateful as before (a fact that greatly aroused Bridget, though she would never admit it), and Bridget's recent climax, which left her pussy even more sensitive than usual, Bridget's victory was far from assured.

The two women kept up their fierce assaults, Bridget regaining her arrogant smirk as Emma deepened her disdainful scowl.

But even now, when Bridget could hear Emma gasp and moan, the constant, unwavering fingering left her quaking. Her smirk faltered as moans forced their way out of her mouth, and she felt her climax close.

Emma, too, found herself faltering. While she managed to more or less ignore Bridget's earlier offensive due to her spite and disdain, now that the surprising counter attack managed to catch her off guard and leave a crack in the facade, she acutely felt every single touch, as evidenced by her moans, and the pleasure began to overtake her.

The two grit their teeth, staring and glaring as their fingers went faster and faster, both due to a fierce determination to not break first and their growing arousal.

Eventually, it was too much.

Not used to being truly challenged, and far too aroused by her bratty behaviour being met with anger, Bridget broke at last, her cum staining Emma's fingers as her pussy squeezed Emma's fingers tightly.

Emma shoved herself away from the panting, defeated elf, desperately clawing Bridget's hands away from her, barely managing not to cum with her.

When she was confident Bridget wasn't getting up, she shakily approached Bridget again, and pulled her up to her unsteady feet.

Then she led the defeated girl to a chair, where she sat and bent Bridget over a knee.

"I-I promised you a punishment, d-didn't I?" She stammered, her earlier facade of disdain completely broken after their battle.

Her small, soft hand landed on Bridget's ass. She tried to be harsh, but with the adrenaline of the fight leaving her veins and her cruel mask gone, she couldn't bring herself to be cruel to her.

"T-there!" She spanked Bridget again, just as softly as the first time.

Bridget, for her part, was content with letting her do it.

For one, her bratty side craved punishment, now that Emma proved she was the better woman among the two of them, but Emma's return to her shy, adorable state also helped.

After all, Emma was unlikely to do anything Bridget would actually object to.

And so Bridget enjoyed some gentle spanking, smiling at the adorableness of her victorious foe.

She was still smiling an hour later, when their impromptu session ended and Emma left.

And she was still smiling, though it was strained, when she found that Emma remembered to take the book they fought over in the first place.

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The results of both sexfights in this story were decided by dice.