Robert Armitage watched the new librarian with something akin to awe. Maybe it was the way she could effortlessly grab a book off of the cart and put it right in it's place. Or perhaps it was the light blue eyes she had hidden under her cat's eyes glasses. He might have been fascinated by her dedication to her new job, after having been so unappreciated at her old job as Brothel Accountant. He certainly wasn't interested in her dull blonde hair bound up in a lifeless hairbun. If the truth is to be known, he was fascinated by how it appeared she had the entire Encyclopaedia Brittanica under her sweater. Abagail was oblivious to her admirer. After starting her new job she was doing her best to keep this one since her last few had ended in disaster. It all started when she was expelled from Yale for revealing the faculty slave auction ring. When she found out her pretty English teacher was being blackmailed along with the rest of the staff, she knew they would be happy if she reported the evil students responsible to the newspapers. Instead she was given a commendation and thrown out for being a disruptive influence. Her first real world job was working in an accountant's office, and that had ended in disaster too. How was she to know that the whole office was secretly running a phone sex service on the side. True, she did think it a little odd that all the girls had boyfriends who called all day long, but never having had a boyfriend herself, she thought it was normal. It was just more bad luck that caused her to pick up a friend's phone while she was off at lunch. When Abagail reported the obscene phone call to the police and they found it was the head of their accounting firm, they wouldn't even give her a reference for her next job. It was so unfair! Abagail reached up to replace a book on the top shelf. She felt her ankle length skirt ride slightly past her ankles when she was on her tip-toes. What she didn't notice was Robert behind her, gasping from the sight of her skirt nicely conforming to her lovely butt. The rest of her jobs went downhill from there. The job at the photo development lab ended when she destroyed the lab's collection of nude photos collected from customers. She had liked the job with the real estate company, but she was fired for scheduling the company orgy at an empty house, that also happened to be scheduled for a showing to an elderly couple. She lost a job at the video rental store when she threw away the Traci Lords collection they had in back. Her job as a waitress at a stripbar ended when she notified the owner of the laws about female nudity and how transparent pasties were not up to code. The last job had to have been the worst. Being an accountant for a brothel wasn't bad until the owner died. Then the owner's grand daughter insisted Abagail put out in order to earn her keep. Luckily Abagail quit before she was forced to sell her body and even luckier was the fact that she managed to loose her virginity to a semi-famous television star. As much as she hated that job, being able to fuck her teen idol once before she died was nice severance pay. She bent over at the waist to slide a book into it's place. Robert snapped the pencil he had been writing with and decided he had been through enough. He walked quietly away to his office, hoping his erection would simmer down by the time he passed the main lobby. Maybe he would come back later when he wasn't sweating as much and ask her out. Abigail found herself in the back corner of the library. She didn't come back here often because this is where they kept older shelves and books that were donated. Robert had warned her about how some of the shelves would creak and even collapse if pushed or leaned on. She didn't want to come back here along the dark the water stained corrider but she needed to replace some books on feminism and the shelf was back here. She saw the bookcase she needed and paused, it was made of exotic black wood, yet was inscribed in various runes that shined in the weak electric light. She pushed the cart up to the shelf and felt the air drop in tangible degrees while she stood there. Outside the small window she heard the birds stop chirping as a cloud passed between sun and Earth. All these things might have tipped off a more spiritual or paranoid person, to the fact that something sinister was bound to happen, but all Abigail was concerned with was who left their white bra on the floor beside the shelf. She stared at the offending piece of underwear that desecrated her library. Visions of illicit sex in the quiet old building danced through her head. Abigail sighed and leaned on the strange bookshelf, thoughtfully concerned at the thought of the desecrated library corner. The bookshelf breathed, it's wood buckling and writhing under her touch. Abigail sprang back in surprise. Out of the strange shelf, a thick mist poured onto the floor. Abigail thought back to an asbestos pamphlet she had read, but was not prepared when a man stepped out of the mist. He was tall, almost too tall for the room. His hair was black and falling around his shoulders. Small horns protruded stylishly from his temples. His chest was smooth and as hard as a bronze statue. The loincloth he was wearing hung very well from his hips. She wondered briefly where he had come from but the when she saw his burning green eyes, all doubt left her, she didn't even mind the small leathery wings growing from his shoulders. For when she looked into his eyes she saw that he understood everything. He understood how she lost all of the jobs because she was always trying to do the right thing. His eyes told her that he alone appreciated her. That he alone cared about her attention to detail. Then he spoke, his voice the deep rolling sounds of a mountain shifting or rolling over. "Abigail" he spoke, "I have waited through eternity for someone as intelligent and dedicated as you to release me from my curse. Only you with your special... purity, can release me from my centuries, erm, decades, uh, years of emprisonment. Come, join with me in union and bring my curse to an end." "Wait a second," Abigail said, "Are you saying you need me to have sex with you, so that you can get out of the book shelf?" "No, I'm saying I need you to have the magical power of the orgasm to release me from my bonds and assume my rightful place in this realm." said the Magic Man. The handsome man stepped toward her and took her hand. Some instinct left over from puberty made her go weak in the knees. He reached behind her neck and pulled out a hairpin to release her long flowing blonde locks. Somehow her hair always managed to fall perfectly with the pull of just that one pin. "Be not afraid my wise maiden. When my manhood is sheathed in your fertility, no one in the entire cosmos will be able to stop us." the strange man said, before he launched into maniacal laughing. His laughter was stopped by Abigail tapping him on the shoulder. "Wait a minute, what do you mean by cosmos? And you mentioned something else abo... Wait a minute! What are you doing with my nipple?" "Those are my fingers and I am coaxing your nipple to be as hard as I am." replied the man whose deft fingers manipulated her flesh perfectly through her shirt. Abigail looked to the floor and saw her bra lying mysteriously on the floor. With a sudden tingle, she felt her panties dissappear and land on the floor. She looked up sharply at the man who was holding her and her protests died on her lips. Somehow she couldn't bring herself to argue. His eyes glowed faintly green and the world seemed to dissappear beneath her. There was mist everywhere like a Calgon commercial. The air was humid and warm and Abigail found herself standing still as the strange man knelt before her. He raised her skirt and lowered his head closer to her abdomen. A warm and thrilling feeling rippled through her as his mouth ignited infernal fires in her intimate center. Arguements about hygiene and chauvanistic tendencies entered her mind and were quickly overwhelmed by the magic spreading from her private place. An electric tingle shook her body and she placed both of her hands on his covered head for support. His tongue moved and licked the juices that flowed from her secret place. Abigail was amazed by how aroused she was. As he gripped her thighs with both hands to kiss higher into her, she realized something odd must be happening for her to behave that way. Maybe she was under some kind of hypnosis! As she nearly came, her body shook with pleasure and her mouth shaped into a perfect moan, he laid her down gently, delaying her bliss. He moved up to face her and she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him down to a kiss. She told herself this was all some kind of mind-control, yet his lips were softer than Abigail could imagine a man's lips would be. And no matter how hard she concentrated, she kept thinking, "Oh well, it's not like I would have said no anyway." Abigail stopped kissing him for a moment in order to catch her breath when she felt something very very large poised at her sex. She wondered if she should insist on a condom. But as he pushed in, he filled her yet never hurt her as he slid inch after inch into her. The effect of so much warm and granite hard flesh inside her completly made her forget all of her previous objections. She transformed with each thrust, losing inhibition after inhibition. Her legs kicked around and squeezed his hard ass, trying to make him penetrate deeper. "Ahhhh," he hissed between moaning breaths, "I have tried with many women in this library but none of them had your purity of mind. My ascension will be today!" He thrusted, and she moaned. He dropped down to kiss her face and she arched her back to meet him. His hand touched her chest and she couldn't pull her shirt up fast enough to bare her chest at him. As he admired the genetic gift of mammaries that Nature had given her, she pulled his head down to kiss her nipples. As he sucked each nipple in turn, she reached down to touch the wonderful cock that was lodged inside her. Whatever part of her that had protested was gone. Her fantasy of sex without duty had come true. A stranger had managed to give her the excuse to be as wanton as she could, without anyone knowing. Here in the mystical world of mist she could be drilled away by a stud and blame it all on magic. As she gripped his cock, he moaned on her nipple. The power of giving pleasure was intoxicating to her. Her pleasure was mounting but was taking so long. He grunted harder and harder and it seemed to her that she was feeling less and less friction. being so close to orgasm she reached down and touched herself there for the first time with carnal attempt. She rubbed herself as he roared his need, a loud primal cry of immenent victory from ancient times. She squeezed her eyes shut and surrendered her body to the oncoming orgasm. Distantly she heard a voice. She recognized it instantly. "Abigail, are you back here?", asked her boss Robert as if from a great distance. Her eyes flew open. The man howled in anger and longing and worst of all he stopped pumping her hungry delta. She saw him dissappear quickly, receding into the mist. The mist vanished into the bookshelf beside her and she saw with horror she was on the library floor! Her panties and bra were lying around while her shirt was pulled up and her hands were knuckle deep inside her. She sat up with a start just as Robert turned the corner. His eyes widened in shock and from Abigail's vantage point she noticed the crotch of his pants leap to attention. "Oh my God! What the Hell are you doing in the Woman's Studies section?", asked a shocked and turned on Robert.