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The Library, The Witch and The Willow (Tsair x S4s)

As Willow complied with the wolf's actions, he seemed to move with a bit more purpose, easing his shaft in just slightly to Willow's body, seeming to savor every inch of penetration before pulling out to renew the cycle, slightly deeper every time. His hands found their way to Willow's waist, holding tightly in case she had a rapid change of demeanor. Even if she did, he wasn't about to stop now.

His pulsing phallus was deep inside of Willow as he began to speed up his movements, his voice coming out now much less menacing and more of a lustful growl. "Very obedient, I like that... Your body is mine to use, Little Red, never forget that," he said, his throat voice hinting at the pleasure he felt despite the harshly commanding words he spoke. His right hand removed from Willow's waist, trailing up her side before reaching her chest, covering her own hand with his much larger one.

A demanding squeeze followed, along with a harsher pace. He was truly enjoying himself now, and Willow's slick entrance made it easy for him to go hard so quickly.
 
Willow could feel the wolf's size slowly stretching her insides. It wasn't as unpleasant as she thought it might be, and any pain she felt was quickly mixed with pleasure, deepening the intensity of her desire. She felt the wolf's hand travel up her body, a fire leaving in its wake. As he growled in her ear again, she couldn't help but moan, and feeling him start to quicken his strokes, she closed her eyes tight and pushed back against him.

She knew it wouldn't be long before she was a mewling, orgasming mess. She could feel her mind starting to float, her body start to tense, her breathing becoming shallower with each breath.
 
After some time of taking her body at his leisure, the wolf pulled his engorged member out of Willow, lifting her up and carrying her to the bedroom. He threw her forcefully into the bed, moving her hips up into a suitable position before entering her again from behind, keeping her up on her knees upon the bed. His height seemed to make it easier here, with her elevated higher than the ground. It made for easy penetration on his side,

Her torn clothes still remained upon her, though in tatters, and the Wolf ensured she remained exposed. His cock thrust into her quivering entrance repeatedly, giving her no time to collect herself. His motions were fluid and deep, going perfectly deep into Willow before withdrawing with each pump. His large hands gripped harsh against her waist as his he moved, pumping harder as his cock seemed to swell within Willow.
 
"No, no!" Willow whispered as she felt the wolf pull out. She was so close to release that she could almost touch it. Only really half paying attention, Willow felt the wolf pick her up and carry her to the bed. She was a unusual mixture of exhausted, excitement and horny that all she could do was assume the position, and grab a pillow for her head and arms, raising her ass to him.

She felt him enter her again and she turned her head and moaned into the pillow, pushing gently against him, matching his thrusts. She didn't have time to think about how ridiculous this was, or wdhat the wolf planned to do with her after. She accepted the moment for what it was, and how much she wanted, no, needed to cum.
 
The wolf's thrusts were relentless, and Willow's matching rhythm seemed to propel his massive girth even deeper within her until she could take no more. As she seemed to accommodate his motion he held on with a looser grip, his hands wandering her body, feeling her as he shoved his manhood into her repeatedly. The bristles of fur from his hips repeatedly slamming against Willow's waist was a continuous feeling, and the wolf seemed to speed up as his breaths became panted and rapid, his motion indicating he was close to finishing.

It was clear as his hand tightened once more that he had no plans of removing himself from the woman as he pushed, pulling her into him with a forceful lust. He let out a grunt as he pressed deep into Willow, his hot seed beginning to spurt deep inside of her body. His breaths were shallow and forced as he seemed to be caught up in the moment, his massive phallus swollen as it pumped his cum into the girl.
 
She could feel him tense above her. She could feel the force that he was pummelling her increase in intensity. He seemed to be growing inside even more, and she wondered how it was even possible. Her joints seemed to ache from the buildup of sexual tension, and for the first time she truly started to panic. She knew that this was going to be one hell of an orgasm. Maybe the biggest she'd ever had. It was all too much and too wonderful all at the same time.

She braced herself, gritted her teeth, and as she came she felt her release rip right the way through her. She cried out silently, her voice abandoning her along with all thought and action. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and if it weren't for the wolf holding her up she would have surely collapsed. When she finally came back around, her eyes began to fill from sheer unrestrained pleasure that she closed them and willed them not to fall. She couldn't understand. It had all happened so quickly, and so powerfully. How was it possible? She was supposed to be dreaming.
 
The wolf removed himself from Willow, his firm muscular form heaving slightly with heavy breaths. He seemed pleased, as he stepped back from the bed. His eyes held a deep predatory gaze remaining, and he took a step towards Willow once more. Before he was able to react further, however, a crash sounded from the living room. The door had been knocked down, and a man broke through, axe brandished as though prepared for a battle.

The wolf turned and snarled, causing the man whose face was obscured by darkness to acknowledge his location. The wolf dove, and the man swung his axe, a silvery Sheen shining through the air as it passed, a wave of power Willow could feel from her spot on the bed. It seemed that the axe was fated to fell the wolf, digging into its flesh with fervor, the beast letting out a blood curdling how as it fell, life quickly fading. It all happened so quickly, it was hard to get a good determination of how it occurred.

The man then walked towards the bedroom, and his iutfit was a long, hooded brown cloak with black trousers. He froze in place upon seeing Willow on the bed, his hand moving up to his hood to lower it. As he did, Willow recognized him. The man she had gone to the library to find. "W... Willow, not you too..." he began, reaching out for her. The world around them began to fade and shift as the story came to completion, it seemed that any conversation that might be had would not last long.
 
By the time the wolf pulled out, Willow had been able to calm herself down from her earth-shattering orgasm, catch her breath and gather her thoughts. She'd just had the most amazing sex of her life...with a wolf! As the thought sunk in, she thought she could feel the wolf tense up. Quickly shifting on the bed, she was only just able to catch a glimpse of the bone chilling glint in his eye before she heard the crash. Willow, not quite sure what was going on but not wanting to be caught in her near naked state, pulled the red cloak up and around her.

She immediately sensed that something was different with this figure. Not seeing who or what he was scared her, but yet she felt relieved to see them. She watched in horror as the wolf attacked the hooded man, and was quickly brought down. Her right hand covered her mouth, the breath seeming to leave her body. The figure had reacted with a speed and accuracy that she'd only seen in action movies, and an ease of strength that made it appear that, to the figure, it would have been just as easy to slide a hot knife through butter.

As the figure turned and recognised her, called her by name and revealed himself, Willow cried out, "Jake!" Discarding her cloak, she leaped off the bed and ran toward him, only to feel their very existence fading around them. She reached out for him, but they seemed to drift further apart in a sea of swirling colour. "NO!" she screamed determined not to lose him, and closing her eyes made one final grab for him. A new strength started to bubble up deep from within her, and she cried out as she felt some sort of barrier breaking around her.

Feeling a hand grasp hers tightly, she suddenly fell with a hard thud, landing outstretched onto the carpet of the library floor. Breathless, she opened her eyes and saw, not Jake holding her hand, but another woman. Willow quickly removed her hand from the woman's grasp and sat up, shocked to see her instead of Jake. But as she looked her over, she recognised her as another of those that had gone missing. The woman looked down at herself and smiled in relief before lunging at Willow, enveloping her in a big hug. "Thank you! Thank you!"

Willow gently eased the woman off of her, still totally confused by the series of events. "What just happened?"
"I-I don't know!" The woman slowly stood to her feet, helping Willow with her. "I saw your hand push through the walls of the dungeon where they were keeping me. So I reached out, and took hold. And now I'm back! You saved me! I'm back!" The woman hugged the extremely befuddled Willow again before running off out of the library. "I have to go!"

Willow stood stock still for a moment, her poor brain trying to understand everything that had happened. She looked down at her clothes, and realised she was back in her ordinary clothes. Her hand, seeming to travel of its own accord, pulled her phone out of her pocket. Looking down, Willow realised that two days had passed. What the hell had happened?
 
The world was as Willow left it, just two days later. Her body no longer had any marks from what had happened in the book, but her memory and mental exhaustion from the ordeal remained. Jake still remained missing, it seemed that the only person that had returned was the one who Willow had saved. If she told her story to anyone, no one believed it. It sounded like a drug-induced hallucination, and looking into the truth behind it simply found a library with nothing strange. It did have more people than usual, so it was likely the books were simply not 'taking' anyone while there were others watching.

Regardless, Willow didn't hear from the woman she saved, having not even gotten a name. It seemed the mystery of the books remained just that, and Jake's continued existence within them would continue unless someone went back and tried to help. Willow had her memory of the ordeal she had gone through still vivid in her mind, whether it were a dream or actually happening was still hard to determine, but it was unlikely that she was simply catatonic in the library for two days.

The world moved on without those in the books, almost scarily so as time seemed to jump forward from Willow's perspective. After a few days, the library died down again as people began to accept it as the normal location it seemed to be, and once again it became spaced out enough that another disappearance was announced only one day later. It wasn't someone Willow knew, but it meant the library was taking people once again.
 
For Willow, three days seemed like an eternity. With others going missing, and with Jake nowhere to be found, she felt more and more compelled that she was the only one who really knew what was going on. Which also meant that what she had experienced was in fact REAL. There was only one way to know for certain. She had to go back to the library.

Early the next morning, she ate, showered and dressed, not entirely certain when she'd be doing any of which again. Driving down to the library, she almost felt as if she were walking into battle. Except this time she had a strategy. She wouldn't be distracted. She would find Jake and the others, get out and go home.

Retracing her steps, she easily found the book. Reaching out, she gently touched the book, and felt her world start to spin again.
 
The library was relatively empty this day, and Willow's path was accurate, helped by a mental draw that something seemed to want her to follow... It seemed that just as she wanted to return, the world wanted her as well. As she touched the book, the world faded and swirled, becoming an artistic mess of colors and shapes before it reformed.

The world she appeared in was... Open. There seemed to be not much in sight except for a large mansion. Willow's hair was her most noticeable change as she entered the world, becoming long and golden. Knowing that she was in a story helped, but it was still a strange weight to suddenly feel. The house ahead had the front door slightly ajar, and it seemed as though there wouldn't be any other option, since she knew she would need to complete the story.
 
Taking a moment to check herself, she ran her fingers through her long golden hair-golden! Well that was a new one. And the length, it traveled out behind her. Willow wondered how much of this was real, for she foresaw a nasty headache in a couple of hours, with long hair normally being a bugbear for her than a joy. As her eyes traveled down, she noticed the ruffly pink and white dress she now wore. Similar to the Rapunzel movie she'd seen as a kid, but much shorter, showing of her long legs and ending with pale pink heels. She inwardly groaned. "Pink? Really?" she questioned no one in particular, but starting to wonder if Jake had anything to do with her wardrobe in this world.

Silently impressed by the large mansion, Willow walked up the dirt path and into the entranceway. Her mouth opened a little at the splendour around her. The marbled flooring made her heels click as she walked, and the mouldings around the walls and doors nearly took her breath away. "Hello?" she called out, not quite sure she wanted to be found if it meant meeting someone like the wolf from last time.
 
The moment Willow entered the large mansion, an unsettling aura of loneliness seemed to permeate her vicinity. It was difficult to place, but the mansion was almost unnaturally empty. Stairs led up elegantly to the upper floor, and on her current level it was well maintained, as though there was a crew to ensure everything was completely tidy. If there was, however, there was no sign of them.

The sprawling layout seemed to be able to house more than a few families, with doors leading to different wings of the building. As she spoke, her voice resonated throughout the manner, the dim lighting making the echoing a rather tense experience. The door behind Willow slammed shut, a loud thud and click seeming to indicate that now that she was inside, it was likely going to be difficult to escape. This was further enhanced by the strange lack of windows in the building.

The silenced reigned once more after the doors noises passed, and an almost unsettling calm now came over the place. Different than her last experience, it seemed now that Willow's sense of course wasn't aided. There was no obvious destination, simply the building to explore as she saw fit.
 
Willow jumped and turned when she heard the door slam. Quickly walking back to it, she tried the handle, and confirming her suspicion that she had indeed been locked in. It wasn't until that very moment that she noticed the absence of natural sunlight, giving the whole space a dreary ambience.

Cautiously she stepped away from the door, and trying not to let her heels make too much noise, checked the other rooms on the ground floor. With not a soul to be found, she decided to investigate the upper floor. Taking her time, she slowly ascended the staircase, her heart beating heavily in her chest.
 
The stairwell seemed to drag on unexpectedly long, though Willow's sight never indicated anything unusual about her progress. Travel as she arrived at the top and began to look around also seemed a bit extended, before it was clear that the building was just made for someone... Larger. The stairs were slightly wider and taller with each step, the doors were taller and broader, and everything just seemed slightly uncomfortably big to Willow.

The second floor seemed as void of life as the first, a quiet air about the place. During Willow's search, she would encounter only one door that was unlocked. It led to a large chamber, with three beds of different sizes. They were separated by dividing walls, but they were all still in the same room, which was a tad unusual, especially for a building as large as this one.
 
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