The Lust Lord Librarian

"AHHHH!"

With a final thrust, Queen Talindra Redwind’s body began to shake violently. Her pussy lips remained wrapped around Adal’s cock as the queen seeped through the sides and drenched his trousers.

She collapsed forwards and fell onto him, pressing her large breasts against his chest. Adal could feel her heartbeat racing against him.

They stayed like that for a few moments. Adal had, of course, not ejaculated, as he was certain the queen would try to kill him if he did.

That was not a part of the agreement, after all. All he needed to do was have sex with the queen to completion in order to gain the skills of her family.

It was also all he needed to do in order to finish one of his smartphone quests. He felt his smartphone vibrate in his pocket as soon as he entered her.

With the queen still atop him, trying to regather herself, Adal activated the skill: Family Friend.

[You Have Activated The Skill "FAMILY FRIEND" by bringing Talindra Redwind to orgasm!]

[Please Select A Subject To Borrow A Skill From Temporarily!]

[Enarion Redwind]

[Maliden Redwind]

...

With his cock still inside the twitching queen’s cunt, Adal asked a question.

"What is your father’s name?"

It took her a few moments to gather her breath before answering.

"Enarion... H-his name is Enarion Redwind."

The noises of battle in the distance finally brought her to her senses, and she lifted herself off Adal’s girth. As she did, she was forced to let out a yelp.

More squirt erupted from her pussy and onto Adal’s member.

She looked down at it, blushed, but tried to keep her face as stern as possible.

"I— I squirt easily..." the woman lied.

Adal could tell from her Lustful Thoughts that even she was shocked about it. Squirting well after she had already orgasmed was a sign of how deeply his pleasure lingered within her body.

After redressing herself, she turned back to Adal, who was still sitting on the throne with his cock out.

In the distance, Nimrodel watched, as though she wanted her turn.

Unfortunately, she would have to wait until after the war was over.

The queen cleared her throat.

"So, did you get what you wanted?"

Adal nodded his head and smiled, finally rising to his feet and pulling up his pants.

"Yes. Your father had a variety of powerful skills for me to choose from."

I also managed to finish one of my quests, thanks to you, Your Majesty.

"That is good... So, what will you do now?"

Rather than answering the question, Adal brought out his Heaven’s Grimoire and flicked through the pages. The women watched closely as he did.

He landed on the skill, Wings of the Seraph, which would allow him to manifest ethereal wings onto a being of his choice.

Just from looking at the skill, he could tell that it would require a lot of mana. Luckily, he had gathered a lot from fucking the queen.

Adal activated the spell and waited as the process took place. He focused on his own body, and suddenly, a brilliant white glow appeared behind him. In mere seconds, his body began to feel lighter as the light grew brighter.

The queen and the assassin watched in disbelief as they saw two pairs of giant white wings appear on Adal’s back, each larger than him. In truth, they were not directly connected to his back, but rather hovered a few spaces away from him. Still, they would grant him flight, as they were connected to his soul and spirit rather than his physical being.

Adal flexed the wings and watched them curl around him. He could not help but feel like a god, or at least an angel.

"This is good..." he said, testing the flight.

With a simple beat of the wings, he hovered off the floor, causing a great wind to culminate around his body. Surprisingly, the wings were easy to control. It was as though the knowledge of flight had been written into his mind.

The queen’s jaw hung open.

"Incredible... Who are you?" she couldn’t help but ask.

Adal outstretched his arms and shrugged his shoulders.

"Just a librarian, Your Majesty. Now, I should get going. Nimrodel, pass me the knife and climb onto my back. We must head towards the skies."

Without question, the assassin hurried over. Even a woman as powerful as her seemed to be excited about the prospect of flying with the wings.

Before she climbed atop him, she withdrew a black and red knife and handed it to him. It was the ranged artefact that would allow him to fight at range.

However, with the skill he had stolen from the queen’s father, he wondered if he would even need such a weapon.

...

A few moments later, Adal was standing on the edge of the throne room, looking out at the sky through the destroyed wall.

In the far distance, he saw Iglantians flying high, using magic to attack different locations of the city. Some were focused on causing as much destruction as they could, attacking any structures that seemed important. Others were focused on cutting down the number of enemy forces by attacking the city walls, archer towers, and infantry fighting in the streets.

Nimrodel was clinging onto Adal’s back, positioned between his body and his great wings. He could feel her breasts pressing up against his back.

Her job was not only to help him fight, but also to pleasure herself when necessary so that Adal could absorb the lust mana.

It was an absurd method, but it would work.

"Where will we be attacking first?" she asked, eager to jump into battle.

Adal’s eyes landed on a specific spot in the sky. Three Iglantians were using their combined strength to lift a boulder, which they hoped to drop on the palace.

He beat his wings and leapt off the building, soaring into the sky like an eagle. The wind blew against him as he travelled at speeds faster than a horse.

"We strike up there," he said, pointing his dagger towards the three Iglantians.

As they spotted him coming, they changed the direction of the boulder and prepared to throw it at him.