The Lust Lord Librarian-Chapter 47: Cupid

"I am no disciple." Was the first thing he said.

Only after a few moments did Adal realise that he was standing in the clouds.

They had seemed to take on physical form, so that he did not fall through them.

It was clear that he was in some sort of cathedral. The building was made from the same white clouds, but there was a window above that allowed the daylight to shine through.

Adal was standing before an altar on a stage. A human-sized statue rested on the stage in front of him.

That was where the voice had come from, he realised.

The statue was made from white stone and carved into the most dangerously beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Curly hair flowed to her feet like a frozen waterfall, her face was angular and proud, and her naked body was a masterpiece; both slender and curvy at the same time.

She held a sword in her hand, which she cradled upright between her breasts seductively. Cracks covered the statue, making the woman look like she had seen a thousand battles.

Her lips were stone, but seemed soft. They hung open very slightly, as though she were mid-sigh.

"I take that back. I do not mind being a disciple." Adal changed his mind when he saw the woman’s beauty.

It almost didn’t seem real.

The statue didn’t move, but a laugh somehow came from its direction.

It left him feeling confused.

"The choice was never yours, sweet disciple. You wear the crown of the Lustlord, and I am its eternal Provider. My power flows through you at all times."

"A Provider? What does that mean?"

"I am your wellspring; the source of your lust. Just as Ares fuels the rage of the Warlord, and Zeus sparks into the Thunderlords veins."

Adal pieced the puzzle together. Suddenly the strange location, and the fact that he had ended up here made much more sense.

He stepped closer, studying the statues face.

"You are the Goddess of Lust, Cupid, yet you are trapped? What has happened to you?"

The statue laughed again quietly. This time, her voice sounded shy, despite her divine arrogance.

"That is why I have called you here, my dear disciple. I need freeing. I am a fallen god, you see. Lust holds a minuscule amount of power, which prevents me from fighting against the other gods who wish to do me harm. It was Ogun, the God of Stone. He bound me here and left my cure with his disciple. If you find it... Then I will be free. I will rise again, and break from these shackle."

Adal struggled to believe what was happening.

In such a short amount of time, he had gained knowledge that he would have never figured out alone.

He had a Provider... A beautiful one, but she was trapped in stone by a fellow god.

"Tell me the name of this disciple, so that I might hunt him down and set you free."

For a moment, he thought that the statue’s face turned to a slight smile. Cupid truly looked glorious, even in stone.

He could only wonder what she might look like when freed.

"A kind heart, as I expected. I am honoured to have claimed a disciple such as yourself."

I am not doing this out of kindness. I am doing this because you will someday become my woman. I will make sure of it.

"I know nothing of the disciple, except for his name. Musa Desertsword" Cupid’s voice was quiet. "Ah... but your little woman grows worried, sweet disciple. She has not strayed far from the portal, but Juliette’s nerves grow with every second you are not with her. Travel back and tend to her. I am proud of you, very proud. My fate lies in your hands... and yet I feel confident that someday, I will walk the realms again."

"Wait... I cannot leave yet. I still have many questions." Adal spoke desperately. "Where is this place? What will happen if I fail to free you? What will happen if I succeed? Where do the other gods—"

"..."

He was met with silence.

Adal walked over to the statue, running a hand down its stone hair.

Cupid did not react. It was like her essence had been drained from the statue.

He stepped away and headed over to the door. It didn’t budge when he pushed against it. That left him with nowhere else to go but back through the Outer Realm Gate.

Before stepping through, he took one last glance at the statue.

Cupid... I will free you. I am interested in knowing what the body of a god would feel like in my hands.

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Once he had emerged from the gate, landing in the Library of Antarctica, he let out a great sigh.

Is this what they call an out-of-body experience?

Before he could process the events that had taken place, his eyes landed on Juliette.

The woman was standing in the middle of the library, looking around with wide eyes, and her mouth slightly open.

When she spotted Adal, they opened even wider.

"A-adal! Where were you? I was terrified, but I stayed right here. I knew you’d have it under control. Still... I’ve never seen magic like that gate. It felt like the world swallowed you whole."

Adal smiled at the woman and made his way over to her. Then, he ruffled her hair, which made her blush red.

"I am glad that you trusted me."

Because in truth, I barely trusted myself. A god just dragged me into her domain, naming me as her disciple...

"I will explain the details of the Outer Realm Gates to you at a later time. For now, how do you like the library?"

Juliette’s eyes lit up again as she outstretched her arms, as if presenting the library to him.

"It’s breathtaking. Even bigger than the one in Fairwhite City... how is that possible? But... I couldn’t ignore the stares through the windows. The Iglantis people really don’t seem to care for outsiders with dark hair and warm skin."

"That is true, for now. Once this library is open, the kingdom will change. And you will be a part of that change."

Suddenly, a strange warmth spread through Juliette’s body. For the first time in her life, she felt like she had some sort of purpose, and was no longer just a tool that would be used to strengthen her family name.

Out of nowhere, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Adal’s lip. It was soft and damp.

After realising what she did, she blushed brightly. For some reason, a kiss felt much more intimate than getting fucked from behind.

"I... I should probably sleep, I-it’s getting late. Oh... and would you find me an outfit for a librarian? I want to look the part!"