Of course, with 500 years of learning and reading, he should have been such.Truth be told, I had been drawn to the library not in search of Sophia, th... Goddess of Wisdom but by Calliope, the Muse of Epic poetry and therefore, of rapes. Most of the books were in Latin, the language of the learned even now. A few more were in Greek with their strange runes and some few were in English. There were plays by Marlowe and a fellow unknown to me then, Shakespeare. Then I found a few journals in French,. From behind her, the room filled with the heroin chic strains of the Velvet Underground, the hypnotic rhythm orchestrating the movement around her. Surreal, animal and hot.On her school-girl chair, she was the center of delicious attention. These foreign men got down to the business of learning her body with patient inquisitiveness. And while her pussy burned to be filled, she was left to ache and want. Though hands brushed across her clit with maddening regularity, they dutifully avoided her. One in particularbegan backing away from the altar, his hands raised at his sides. "Maybewe should run for it while we can?!?" Idiot!" He was hastily grabbed by one of his brothers and shoved backinto formation. "If we don't finish the summoning, we're fucked! Ouronly chance now is slipping away while the witches deal with Marioch!" He's right! The Umbra will take us, otherwise. Hold the line!" Protect the altar and the relic!!!"The brothers formed up, buffering their magical barriers as strong. She groaned and reached underneath to guide him into her center. He took a small step forward and slid easily into her as she bowed her back, raising her rear up to facilitate his entry."Yes!" she hissed as he slid in to the hilt, his flat stomach bumping against the muscular globes of her ass. "Yessss, that is what I need! Now fuck me!" she demanded.Obligingly he began to piston himself in and out of her. She was always a pleasure to be with but this time there was something extra that he.