Worlds Collide: Chapter 25 Library

Juan and I set off towards the palace entrance. “So what do you think of my new look?” He asks.
“I think that it is very distracting and definitely something I want to explore further, but right now we have to focus.” I say trying very hard to stay focused myself.
We manage to make it through the entrance unnoticed, following the greetings and bowing customs that Scarlet told us. The inside of the palace is less green, but no less extravagant with gemstones arranged in patterns along all the walls.
We walk around the ground floor, trying to find the library without drawing suspicion.
“I’m starting to think that you being a fly would have been more useful, that way you could have checked some of the closed doors.” I whisper.
“Now who wasn’t listening, witches travel in covens, you coming in alone would have drawn attention and I doubt they would lock away the library. Besides are you really complaining about how I look?” Juan asks.
“I’m not complaining about you, I just want to get out of here as soon as possible. Admittedly partly so that I can have you to myself.” I say.
“Now that is the motivation I needed” He says and quickens his pace.
We eventually find the library, upon entering it becomes incredibly clear that this will not be an easy task, the sheer volume of books is daunting.
“Can I help you girls?” A stern looking older woman at the desk asks.
“Em yes thank you. We are looking for history books, ones that describe how Malifa came to be independent” I ask.
The woman raises a skeptical eyebrow “This library only houses spell books I’m afraid” She explains.
“That is what we are looking for, the spells used to separate us.” I try to correct my mistake.
“I don’t know which specific spell was used, but the section on protection spells is in the east wing, row 145 I believe.” She dismisses us and goes back to her desk.
“What help are protection spells?” Juan whispers as we search for the section.
“I’m not sure, but maybe the spell books have sections on undoing them or something that could help” I say and start looking through the book titles.
After flicking through a few books futilely, I huff in frustration. I have no idea what language most of these are written in, but it is not one I can read, most of it looks more like hieroglyphics than letters. I look up and see Juan is studying a book intensely. Glancing over his shoulder I see that it is written in the same language as the ones I disregarded.
“You can read that?” I ask confused.
“It is a mixture of Greek and Latin, I can work it out. I’m fluent in 6 languages, my education was very thorough.” He says with a cocky smirk.
“If my teachers looked like you maybe I’d have learnt more, stop posing as a sexy professor and tell me if these books are actually useful.” I say.
“Only is you stop acting like a naughty school girl, but I’d very much like to teach you a lesson” He says looking up from the book and stepping closer to me so that my back is pressed against the bookshelves. “I can teach you how to beg me for it in every language. In greek, for example, it is se thélo” He whispers in my ear as his breasts press against my own.
I repeat it entranced and his fingers reach under my dress to where my underwear should be if I had stopped to put any on. He tests my wetness and uses it to rub my sensitive bud which increases the moisture further. I moan, but his mouth clamps down over mine to stifle it.
“Shh, we are in a library” he says as he slides his fingers inside me.
“Exactly, we shouldn’t.. we have to…” my protests are quickly erased from my mind as the pressure he has on my clit increases and my sole focus becomes riding out this high, consequences be damned. Instead of fighting him, I tangle my fingers in his long hair and pull him close enough to capture his mouth with mine. As his tongue tongue dances in my mouth, his hands work their magic, rubbing where I want to be rubbed and pumping in and out of me. He pushes his leg between mine and balances me on it for extra pressure. I withhold the screams that want to escape me, but I can do nothing to stop the hammering of my heart. I rub against his leg, using it to force his hand to be rougher and deeper. I feel my pleasure rising with each thrust and my body becoming desperate as Juan flicks his thumb and I come undone, writhing as the sensual spasms corse through my body.
Taking a quick glance around to check that we have not been caught, I cup Juan’s breasts, roughly squeezing his nipples through the dress. I sense him trying to move away, but I hold his waist in place and lift the skirt of his dress. I’m surprised to find that his own wetness is already on his thighs. I have a million questions about how his female form works, but I always was more of a hands on learner. I thrust my fingers inside him and mimic the action of a vibrator on his clit, with rapid pulsing movements. It does not take long until I feel his walls contract around my fingers and he lets out a contented sigh.
We separate, smiling like idiots at each other.
Footsteps make us jump and quickly right our clothing before hiding our faces behind a book. Relief floods me when the footsteps continue past.
“So that was my way of telling you that I don’t think these books can help us, we need to find the high priestess” Juan whispers.
“While I’m not objecting to what just happened, there were probably clearer ways to tell me that.” I say.
“Sorry, I just really wanted to touch you, it was like I had reached my threshold for how long I could wait.” He says earnestly which leaves me a little speechless.
“So how do we find this priestess?” Juan asks saving me.
“Scarlet said that her office is on the top floor. I guess we just barge in and demand an audience” I suggest, not the most strategic plan ever devised, but sometimes simple is best.
“That won’t be necessary” a regal voice echos from behind us.