(Author’s note: New account because I can’t post ero on main 🙃 excited to share my stories!!)
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Joshua ran a finger over the rows of dusty tomes in front of him and stopped at a volume bound in dark leather. The spine cracked as he gently opened it. He relished the moment; he loved old books. It was a collection of ancient elven myths and legends, copied by hand, including many luscious illustrations. A true labour of love. His feet wandered without taking his eyes off the elegant elven writing, taking him to his favourite book nook where he settled in to read.
The library was perfectly quiet. Josh loved it here, surrounded by the comforting scent of leather and wood. And so, when a soft noise disturbed the still peace he was enveloped in, his instinct was to pretend it didn’t happen. But the sound repeated, and Josh’s attention was slowly tugged from a beautiful illustration of Meavella the sorcerer princess towards what sounded like a moan – breathy and mellow.