A demoness's calling

Episode 5: The library!!

Two weeks later

Ricky found herself retreating to her usual sanctuary—the farthest, dustiest corners of the campus library.

The rows of towering bookshelves, dim lighting, and faint smell of old paper wrapped her in solitude, away from the chaos of her daily life.

She liked it here, where the hum of whispers was drowned by the muffled rustle of pages being turned.

Seated at an isolated wooden table, Ricky tapped her pen against the edge of her notebook, her thoughts wandering. Her eyes flicked to the small stained-glass

Window nearby, where afternoon sunlight filtered through, casting colored streaks on the floor like fragmented rainbows.

But then, she heard it.

At first, it was faint—barely audible over the stillness of the library. A low, rhythmic sound, wet and almost… obscene. She froze, her pen suspended mid-tap,

As her ears strained to pinpoint the source. The sound grew louder, accompanied by faint gasps and soft, muffled moans.

Her heart raced, a mix of unease and curiosity compelling her to move. Rising from her seat, she moved silently, her shoes barely making a sound on the worn carpet.

She followed the noise to a secluded aisle, where towering shelves created a maze of shadows.

And then she saw it.

Around the corner, partially hidden by a tall stack of encyclopedias, Maddy knelt on the floor. Her flushed cheeks were streaked with tears, her lips stretched

Wide around Ronny’s impossibly thick c**k. Ricky’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the scene—the way Maddy’s head bobbed rhythmically, her hands gripping his thighs for balance.

Ronny leaned back against the shelf with a look of pure ecstasy, his shirt rumpled and unbuttoned, revealing the chiseled lines of his abs. His head was tipped

Back slightly, his dark hair mussed as though someone had just run their fingers through it. The soft growls he let out reverberated in the quiet aisle, primal and unapologetic.

“What the f**k,” Ricky blurted out before she could stop herself, her voice slicing through the tension like a knife.

Ronny’s head snapped toward her, his eyes locking onto hers with a lazy smirk. He didn’t look startled—in fact, he looked amused. “Ah,” he said, his voice a mix

Of arrogance and amusement, “is this your first time seeing someone sucking a c**k?”

Ricky’s face burned, but before she could respond, Ronny continued, gesturing lazily toward Maddy, who hadn’t stopped. “I don’t think she’d mind letting you have

A little lick.” His voice dripped with mockery, his grin widening as Ricky’s jaw clenched.

“In your f*****g dreams, you pervert!” she snapped, her voice low but furious.

Ronny chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. “How am I the pervert?” he asked, his words slow and deliberate. “You’re the one standing there,

Staring at my c**k like it’s the main attraction.”

Ricky’s eyes darted away, but Ronny didn’t let up. With a sharp gasp, he arched slightly as he gripped Maddy’s hair tighter. “Ahh, f**k… swallow it,” he growled.

Maddy obeyed without hesitation, her throat working to take every last drop

When it was over, Ronny released her hair and patted her head like a proud owner.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft and condescending.

Ricky’s stomach churned, but to her horror, she felt a spark of heat deep within her. *Why did that just turn me on?* she thought, her mind racing. She turned abruptly

And stormed back to her seat, her heart pounding so loudly she thought the whole library could hear it.

But just as she tried to regain her composure, she felt him. His presence was unmistakable—a shadow falling over her, accompanied by the faint scent of cologne

And something darker, muskier.

“If you want a taste,” Ronny whispered, his voice like velvet, “I can always grant you one. Generosity is one of my strong suits, you know. And it looks like you could use some relief.”

Ricky spun to face him, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. “Stop daydreaming. I would *never* thirst over someone like you.”

Ronny leaned closer, a devilish grin spreading across his face. “Your eyes tell a different story, darling. But don’t worry—I’m patient. Oh, and drink some water,”

He added, his tone dripping with faux concern. “Wouldn’t want you fainting from all that tension, would we?”

“f**k you,” she hissed through gritted teeth.

“Just tell me when and where,” Ronny shot back, his voice low and teasing. “I’d love to be inside that untouched p***y of yours”

“You—” Ricky started, her voice rising, but she was cut off by a chorus of “Shh!” from the surrounding aisles.

Ronny just winked and walked away, leaving Ricky simmering with frustration and confusion.Later that day, Ricky met up with her friends and decided to recount the shocking incident she’d witnessed in the library.

“Oh my god! You saw the mighty Ronny’s c**k? You are one lucky b***h!” exclaimed Mickey, her voice dripping with mock excitement.

“b***h, it was not a very magnificent sight seeing his *girlfriend* gagging on his c**k,” Ricky shot back, rolling her eyes.

“Who said Maddy is his girlfriend?” asked Lily, tilting her head curiously.

“Everyone says so,” Ricky replied with a shrug.

“That b***h is just claiming because Ronny f****d her more than once,” Mickey chimed in with a knowing smirk.

“Either way, she’s still *something* with him,” Ricky muttered.

“So, girl, how was it? You have to tell us! We *know* you have that thirsty b***h in you that wanted to really suck him too,” teased Mickey, laughing.

“Oh, Mickey, I’m not gonna lie—it did look… tasty,” Ricky admitted, her cheeks flushing. “I could see the veins, and ohh, how much I wanted to lick them. The way he stretched her mouth, pumping in and out of her… Damn! It was a sight.”

“Now that’s the hoe I know!” Mickey howled with laughter, giving Ricky a playful nudge.

“I thought you disliked his guts?” Lily asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t be mistaken. I *do* dislike him,” Ricky clarified, “but a b***h can admire a c**k if it’s good looking.”

“Just like the owner, hoe,” Mickey quipped, giggling.

“Can we stop talking about this?” Ricky snapped, her face growing hotter by the second.

“Girl, you look horny as f**k—you’re even drooling!” Mickey teased, bursting into laughter.

“f**k you, Mickey,” Ricky shot back, trying to hide her embarrassment.

“I’m straight, my lady, and it’s an honor, but I like being f****d by a real d**k—feeling how much it stretches me and—”

“Mickey!!” her two short friends shouted in unison, cutting her off.

“What?” Mickey shrugged innocently. “She really needs to get a f**k at this point. She might even r**e us!”

The trio erupted in laughter as they walked toward their next class for the day.