Xavier woke up late the next morning. It was Saturday—no classes on weekends.
His eyes opened to the feeling of his hard dick buried deep in Fiona’s throat.
Like a dutiful maid, she had made morning blowjobs part of her routine. She stroked whatever length she couldn’t fit into her mouth with gentle hands while she worked.
"Good morning," Xavier greeted her. Fiona kept her focus entirely on sucking his huge cock.
His hand settled on her head, fingers running through her hair and over her fluffy wolf ears. Fiona always melted when he petted her like that.
She swirled her tongue around the tip while her hands sped up along the shaft. The sudden twitches told her he was close.
Her hands left his cock and gripped his thighs instead. She buried her face in his crotch, taking him past her throat just as hot jets of cum flooded her mouth. Fiona knew exactly how Xavier liked to finish—deep inside her, whether it was her mouth or her pussy.
She swallowed every drop, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show him she hadn’t wasted a single bit.
"Good girl," Xavier praised her.
After washing up and getting dressed, he asked, "Have you made any friends?" He wanted to make sure she wasn’t spending all her time either serving him or waiting around.
"Yes, a few actually," Fiona said, listing the students she had befriended to keep her cover.
One name stood out, a third-year student named Clara Sinns.
"Hmm. That’s interesting. Anyway, it’s good you’ve made some friends," Xavier said as he got ready to leave for the library.
He had been wanting to check it out—mostly because it was the second-largest library in the entire empire.
Xavier made his way to the main building and climbed the stairs on the ground floor that took him straight to the tenth floor. The entire floor was the library. Multiple mezzanines overlooked the reading area, and bookshelves rose all the way to the high ceiling.
At the reception sat a huge curved marble desk. Behind it was a beautiful woman with a zero-fade hairstyle and a voluptuous figure, thin specs resting on her nose, her eyes sharp brown. The fabric of her shirt stretched tight around her chest.
That was Clara Sinns—the friend Fiona had mentioned—who worked as an assistant librarian after classes and on weekends.
"How can I help you?" Clara asked when Xavier approached.
"I’m looking for a book about magical beasts. An advanced one, not the basic stuff," he said. That was the other reason he had come: to identify the beast they had encountered in the moonlit hallways the night before.
"Sure. Follow me." Clara stood and climbed the stairs to the first mezzanine level. Xavier followed close behind.
His eyes tried to catch a glimpse under her short skirt.
The reason Clara had stood out among Fiona’s other friends was simple, Fiona had told him Clara never wore panties. Now that he was here, he wanted to confirm it.
As she climbed the stairs he glanced upward. He had a clear view of her ass, but still couldn’t tell whether she was wearing anything underneath—her pussy stayed hidden.
Her ass was just as huge as her chest. It bounced and jiggled with every step. Xavier wanted to bury his face between those cheeks, but he held himself back.
After crossing several aisles she stopped, pulled a book from the shelf, and handed it to him. It was the advanced volume on magical beasts he had requested.
"Thank you," he said.
As she turned to leave, he stopped her. "Hold on a second. Can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
"Is it true that you don’t wear any panties?"
In this world women’s bodies weren’t sexualized the way they were in his old one. Girls had far more freedom in what they wore and how much they revealed. Asking a question like that wasn’t considered rude—just curious.
"Yeah, it’s true, why?" Clara said.
"Nothing serious. I just wanted to see if it was true."
The moment the words left his mouth, Clara lifted the front of her skirt and showed him her bare pussy—clean-shaven, smooth fair skin, plump lips nestled between thick thighs.
"Is that enough?" she asked, then dropped the skirt and went back to work without waiting for a reply.
Xavier was left speechless, but he decided not to push further. He had already burned the image of her plump pussy into his mind, and that was enough for now.
He sat at the nearest table and opened the book. After flipping through a few pages on various interesting beasts, he finally found the one from last night.
It was a Cerberus—a hellhound, or more precisely, the king of the hellhounds.
What is the king of the hellhounds doing in the moonlit hallways? Xavier wondered. Guarding something? Or was that simply its territory? He didn’t know, but it only made him more curious.
When he finished, he closed the book and went to put it back.
A girl with half-white, half-brown hair and a slim white tail stood exactly where he needed to return the volume.
"Arabelle. I thought it was you," Xavier said.
Arabelle jumped in surprise, snapped the book shut which she was reading, and pressed it tightly against her chest. Her huge breasts spilled out the sides of her shirt under the pressure.
"Oh—Xavier. What are you doing here?"
"I was just reading up on some magical beasts," he said, sliding his own book back onto the shelf. "What are you reading? That looks interesting."
He glanced at the title she was holding, Sexual Behaviors of Bovinekins.
Arabelle had tried to hide the cover, but in her hurry, she had done the exact opposite. Her cheeks flushed deep red with embarrassment. Unable to think of any excuses, truth left her mouth.
"Ever since that day of the spar," she said quietly, "I’ve been feeling strange."
Once a bovinekin female finds a strong enough male, she goes into heat and starts sensing male pheromones. That was why Arabelle couldn’t get enough of Xavier’s scent. Now that he was standing right in front of her, her nose was acting up again.
She had always been the strongest among her peers, so she had never felt anything particular toward the males of her own race. But the day Xavier outlasted her in their spar—even if it had only been endurance—her body had quietly accepted him as a perfect partner.
"Strange how?" Xavier asked.
From the book in her hands and the way she was acting, he already had a pretty good idea.
He closed the distance between them and rested his hand on the small of her back.
"Tell me if there’s anything I can help with."
He liked Arabelle. She was hot. And if the situation was anything like he suspected, he wasn’t about to miss the chance.
Clara’s uncensored art is available on my discord: .gg/46RzQWVvsR