The Lust Lord Librarian-Chapter 37: Your Nipples Are Hard

After kindly requesting, the guards waited outside the room whilst Adal slept.

Once he had awakened, he found the men standing outside in the same manner that he had left them.

The sun glistened through the windows highlighting their bright pink armours.

"I hope you men have had a good night’s rest? We have a busy day ahead of us, and you would not want to fall asleep midday."

For a moment, the guards remained silent. Adal could still see nothing of their faces beneath their helmets.

Eventually, one spoke.

"I am not a man..."

Adal blinked a few times.

"Excuse me?"

Rather than answering with words, the knight removed their helmet.

When their identity was revealed, Adal almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

"You... You are..." Adal’s voice trailed off.

The woman’s skin was an unnatural greyish-green shade, yet somehow she still managed to be attractive in a handsome way.

A pink jewel was pressed into her forehead, and glowed slightly.

Scars marred her face, and her hair was as dark as night.

She looked angry.

"Yes." She said, voice surprisingly feminine when not coming from behind her horned helmet. "I am an Orc."

Adal took some time to process everything.

Afterwards, he laughed and palmed his face.

A slave of war being used as one of the king’s greatest guards. She must have been captured during the Iglantis - Orcish wars a few years back.

Adal looked at the other knight.

"And you?" He said.

The knight removed his helmet, for some reason feeling the need to also reveal his identity.

He too had green skin, scars, and black hair. He also had a pink gem engraved into his forehead.

Allies in war, beaten and captured by the enemies, and used for their strengths.

Adal sighed.

"You can’t come outside with me dressed like that, what are we going to do about this?"

One of the orcs chuckled, and suddenly their figures started fading. A few seconds later and they were nowhere to be seen.

Adal reached his hand forward towards where they were standing. It hit into solid steel.

"I see, so you’re just going to follow me around whilst invisible. Let’s get going then, but do not be surprised when you see what I get up to during the day."

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An hour later...

"Adal, you’re here! I could hardly sleep last night, I could only think about our play."

Willow Collins spoke with arms outstretched as she greeted Adal backstage at the theatre.

She was dressed in a thick red turtle-neck jumper, and a flowing black dress that reached her bare feet.

Yes, I am here, and so are two Orcish guests. I hope you do not mind?

"Sleep is important, Miss Collins. Remember how tense you have been? Sleep will fix that too."

"Ahh, that..." Willow reminisced. "You see, ever since yesterday, I have felt much better. I’m not sure what it is with your hands, but I feel more looser."

She shook her body gently as if demonstrating this. Adal could only focus on the way her large breasts swayed in their fabrics.

"That’s good. After we’ve finished writing, I’ll help you again. There are many body parts that hold stress in them."

Willow’s eyes went wide, and she swiftly nodded her head.

"Yes, I would like that."

Adal checked her thoughts. They were not lustful.

However, her pleasure history showed that she definitely felt pleasure yesterday when he fondled her breasts.

Was that not enough to seduce the woman?

He would make sure that he would succeed today, no matter how many invisible orcs were watching.

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A few hours passed of productive work.

Adal continued to outline the play, completing the second and even third act.

With the work done for the day, Willow let out a great sigh and sagged in her chair. Sweat glistened on her red hair and forehead as though she had done a light workout.

"Who would have known that retaining information could be so difficult. All I want right now is a glass of wine, and my bed."

Adal did not feel tired, despite being the one who was actually doing most of the work.

That was because the entire time, his mind was looking forward to what might happen next.

He rose to his feet and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

"You don’t need wine, Miss Collins. That is only a temporary relief from the stress."

Once again he circled to the back of her chair and placed his hands on the woman’s slender, sunken shoulders.

She visibly relaxed as he massaged his fingers into the back of her neck.

She has no complaints about the young man touching her. In her mind, it was done with pure intentions.

Adal was a man that wanted to help her. In a way, she thought he was similar to a doctor.

He certainly had the intelligence of one.

"As I told you before, stress can be stored in many body parts."

Willow’s eyes were already half-closed, as though she had entered a deep sleep.

"Like where..." Her voice trailed off.

Adal peeked over the woman’s shoulder and looked down at her chest. Where her cardigan protruded from the two large mounds that were her breasts, there were also two solid dots pressing hard against the fabric.

"Your nipples are hard. Relax."

Adal’s hands slid down, cupping Willow’s heavy breasts through the thick cardigan.

His thumbs found her stiff nipples poking hard against the wool and rubbed slow, firm circles over them.

"Nhm-" Willow whimpered immediately, arching into his touch. She did not complain or stop him.

He pinched the swollen points between his fingers, rolling and tugging them gently, feeling them throb and tighten even more.

Her breath hitched in short, needy gasps. Her cheeks flushed red, and she felt like her body was melting as he teased her sensitive peaks with steady, little pinches.

It felt so naughty, and yet Willow couldn’t help but admit that he was right. It truly felt like the stress was leaving her body!

He kept playing with her hard nipples through the fabric. Pinching, twisting, and pulling.

At this point, her arms were raised as she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation. With her arms above her head, Adal was able to get a better grasp at her chest.

However, all she could think about was how much better it would feel if she removed the clothing.

Right as she had the thought, she felt her cardigan being lifted over her head by Adal’s steady hands.

Oh... It’s almost as if he could read my mind.