Grobk’s hands crossed his chest and brushed against his shoulders. His swirling black cloak twitched and then down his body into a heap on the floor. The pool of black fabric began to wriggle and swell. It looked infested, growing like it overflowing with eels or worms. A corner protruded outward followed by the rest of the inky black fabric as it slithered to the Libraries entrance and expanded like a web across the threshold.<br/><br/>Outside, the robe had created an illusion. The library looked as if it had closed for the evening. The lights had been doused and the room was only empty darkness.<br/><br/>Grobk’s torso was nearly naked without his robe. Around his neck several beaded necklaces of different gems and metals hung loosely. His crimson skin was a tapestry of tattooed runes. His body while muscular was lithe and cut showing that despite his focus in magic he hadn’t let his body atrophy. Again, the Zozkar listened to the Librarians defiance despite quite suffocating circumstances. He watched her slide from the couch, standing to full attention before dutifully bending over the table as he had instructed.<br/><br/>Anina managed to turn her head, snarling as she spoke.<b>[Teutari]</b>‘What do you think you’re doing!? Cease this at once or by Gerhardt, you’ll feel the wrath of the Reik descend upon you like the first of an angry god! They’ll tie you to steaks and leave you in the desert. If the sun doesn’t kill you, then the things that only come out at night will finish you off.’<br/><br/>Inwardly the Zozkar shuddered at the mention of the desert. The Librarian for all her bumbling rancor had managed to slide a shiv of discomfort into the ribs of the Zozkar. He licked his lips already feeling his mouth go dry at the thought of being staked beneath the suns withering blaze.<br/><br/>The hesitation was momentary. Anina’s snarling face was all it took to reassure the Zozkar he was still in control. Control that needed to solidified.<br/><br/>“Elf,” Grobk whispered as he once again leaned over her prone form. “I am one of the things that comes out at night.” The snug black trousers the Librarian was wearing suddenly became loose and much like the Necromancers robes they, along with her Reik issued panties, fell to a heap at her feet. The Zozkar’s thick tail came around. It curled around Anina’s left ankle and pulled, widening her stance.<br/><br/>“Half-hounds?” Grobk questioned, as his hands fell down the back of Anina’s thighs. She was a fine Reik specimen. Her body, like his, remained conditioned despite their studious professions. He felt his way down to her calves, kneading the tight muscles soothingly, a somewhat contradiction to his aggressive behavior so far. “I feel you’ll be quite educated in Zozkar physiology by the end of this encounter. Not many Reik can boast such. As a librarian you should feel honored.”<br/><br/>Back up, his hands rubbed the length of her legs, slow and meticulous in his inspection until he reached the gap between her thighs.<br/><br/>“In regard to hybrids; Zozkar seed is virile and rather transforming. Foreign breeders are more aptly regarded as hosts.” Grobk paused considering Anina’s aptitude as a breeding slave. While the Librarian’s body would be an asset to her value; her unruly and defiant behavior would likely purchase her freedom in Zozkar society. Troublesome slaves that didn’t respond to discipline were released into the crushing black that was the bottom of the ocean. It was freedom, of a sort.<br/><br/>“Open your mouth Elf. I do not want to feel teeth.” Grobk straightened, placing one hand at the back of her skull, gripping the blonde Librarian by her neatly tied bun. Impressively, Anina held her snarl as the Zozkar reached down with his free hand to feed two fingers deep past the flat of her tongue. She gagged and a line of saliva was drawn over her lips as the fingers retreated. “Good.”<br/><br/>The very same hand returned to the small gap between the helpless Librarians thighs. Grobk began to apply the slick digits to the soft folds of skin in the same fashion he had massaged the tight muscles of her calves.<br/><br/>“Perhaps I should show you.” The Zozkar’s measured strokes had easily begun to spread Anina’s now slippery folds. Grobk’s other hand, still clutching Anina by the hair released, pulling the bun half free in the process. “Unless there is more you wish to say?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>