Welcome To Monster Village 3: The Witch's Library

I adapted this story a lot as I went on, so this was pretty stop and go for a while. Introducing the skinny witch librarian was the only real key I had going into it, honestly because I decided I’d make a character with a monocle. Her being this loopy giantess obsessed with knowledge and being pretentious sort of came as I was writing it. She should definitely show up on the art polls in the future…

So did the early sex scene with Brana. I know I get a big cast going with these stories about teams or villages, but I’ve made more of a point to actually circle back to the earlier cast members to keep them in the sexy loop. Introducing new ones or focusing on one character in new scenarios is always fun, but Monster Village feels small and cozy so I didn’t want to stray too far from its core cast.

Arn spent the next week settling into his new life. He put off his ideas of adventuring, deciding that living in Tunnelston was as bizarre and exciting as any adventure he would have had trying to find and battle monsters. Just in a different way.

For example, he’d spent the last couple days getting his house how he liked it. It wasn’t big but he had accumulated a few things to make it comfortable and homey between his gold and some earned bonuses from Yumi and Kumi the selkies. He had acquired some magical devices that served as a fridge, clock and a fully functioning bathroom that was much tidier than anything he’d had back home.

“You really made something out of nothing in a hurry,” Brana praised.

The huge orc that had helped him out like one of her own walked slowly around his living room, taking the short tour of the place. It still felt odd to get so much maternal affection from a green woman with dark red curls and a sundress that was taller than he was and more built than any of the guards in his hometown.

“I’m glad you like it,” Arn answered proudly.

He had been staying with Brana one and off while he touched up his new house the local golem had built on a casual, no-interest favor. All things considered, the monsters were outrageously more considerate than Arn had expected.

“I had a question though.”

“Oh? Ask away,” Brana encouraged.

“My grandpa used to be an adventurer and he said he fought all kinds of monsters. The weird thing was this cave entrance was marked as a dungeon on the map, but everyone’s been living here happily for a long time by everything you guys say. Does that make any sense?”

Brana folded her brawny arms and tapped a thoughtful on one of her dense biceps.

“Well that’s interesting. We’d have remembered if we met any other humans before you in the last century… he could have been mistaken, but it may just be some lost bit of history. With everyone coming and going in the tunnels, it may have just been forgotten.”

Arn frowned. He certainly didn’t hope his grandpa was just a liar. Nails had said old monsters would play dead since they were immune to most weapons, so even him being mistaken would have been more acceptable.

“Is there any way I can find out? Like don’t you guys have a scholar or something?”

“Oh absolutely,” Brana assured him. “If I remember Nails correctly, you’d want Delican. She works at the library and is sort of an expert on ancient history and cataloging travel records and such. I never had much of a head for that kind of detail myself.”

Arn’s mood perked up a bit at the new information. He had been filled with so many misconceptions about monsters that learning actually sounded like something interesting (beyond his grandpa’s apparently mistaken monster journals anyway).

“That sounds perfect. Thanks, Brana.”

He hugged the beefy orcess around the waist. She chuckled and ran a heavy hand over his hair where her breasts weren’t resting on his head.

“Oh but let’s not forget. You still haven’t finished your little tour,” she reminded him.

“I mean there’s not a lot to see. What else is there?” Arn asked.

“You haven’t shown me your new bed yet.”

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Arn happily stripped down as he and the maternal orc hurried into the bedroom. He kissed her full lips a few times before feeling confident enough from their previous encounters and the fact it was his own house. He smacked a hand across her big green ass before guiding her hips to bend over on the bed. The muscular milf gladly moved to all fours, spreading her thighs to offer up her dripping wet pussy for him.

Her sturdy body was easy for Arn to mount up against as he passionately repaid the motherly orc for all her kindness. Her buried himself as deep as he could go in the bigger woman, hammering his cock into the woman strong enough to lift him by the scruff of his neck with one hand with no worry of hurting her. Even smacking her meaty green ass was only met with sounds of shock and pleasure as it jiggled against his hips.

As he reached around to cup and squeeze her thick green tits, Brana let out her own husky moans. She braced her thick arms on the bed to bend over and let her human host have his way with her more easily. She bit her pouty lip as her eyes fluttered, giving her all the loving she’d been lacking in her emptied house by filling her pussy.

Brana let out one of her low and gravely grunts as her fingers dug into Arn’s bedspread. She shut her eyes and the amateur adventurer felt the familiar sensation of all her muscles tensing as she orgasmed on his cock. The assertive behavior always surprised and satisfied her, whether due to her orcish nature or the fact she was a doting mother most of her life. Her heated gasping and moaning along with her tightening pussy made Arn moan and lean against her wide ass, nutting inside her folds as their sexual juices mixed together.

The sweaty lovers let themselves slump into the bed together, lingering as they kissed and caressed one another. Arn would later notice that the smell of sex and orc pussy had started to come as a comfort to him. He’d be sleeping like a baby that night.

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Arn got some directions from Nails to reach the library. She wasn’t hard to find; the zombie punk was loitering suspiciously close to his window, smoking and smiling at him knowingly. He went to a far end of the cave he’d walked by a few times. He was getting to know the neighborhood, but it wasn’t like he went knocking on every door. It felt like intruding unless someone had pointed him in their direction.

The building certainly stood out. It was tall and narrow, somewhere between three and four stories depending on how big the floors and creature inside was. Even the door seemed stretched out, the top of it too high for him to reach. Even the knob was a bit higher than he expected, and any windows were curtained from the inside. He gave a ginger knock on the wooden door.

“Come in,” a high and proper voice replied in a dismissive tone.

Arn did as she asked and was surprised by the interior. It wasn’t an actual library so much as it was a house that had given up on housing much besides books. Shelves lines the walls, some built into them while others were simply shoved up against them. Sliding rows of books in many languages made the most of some space while others were raised on shelves too high for him to reach. More were behind glass cases, apparently more treasures volumes. He leaned in to study one on a small podium, only to find it a dull copy of Scouting Tips. They were a dime a dozen back in his town, commonly consulted by farmers or travelers. He’d memorized most of it before he was a teenager.

For all the books around, he didn’t see Delican anywhere. Not that he knew what he was looking for. He was starting to think she was some kind of invisible bibliophile until he heard shuffling overhead.

“Be right with you. Right with you,” she huffed impatiently, as if responding to some unspoken complaints. Arn faced the ladder braced against one of the shelves as she came sliding down it as naturally as a spider on its thread.

The description seemed particularly accurate at first. Arn was quick to notice her long, loping limbs, roughly twice as long as his own with long and prying fingers. One large hand was wrapped entirely around a book as she looked down her pointed nose at him. It wasn’t out of disdain (he hoped) so much as the fact that she was almost nine feet tall. Huge, even considering the town full of monsters.

It took Arn a moment of scrolling through his encyclopedic knowledge before he recognized her species. Once he found what he was looking for, Delican was clearly a witch. The term was tossed around sometimes to point out sorceresses or lady wizards, but it had gone out of style when the spellcasters decided they didn’t like it and turned the ones who went too far into unsightly creatures. This was a full-blooded monster of a witch. The true kind without a scrap of human blood to them, despite their loosely similar appearance.

Delican was huge and thin like an ancient willow tree. Her hair hung to her middle back in straight strands of greasy black, her skin a dark shade of blue (apart from some carefully applied makeup) rather than the greens usually depicted in his dubious records. She wore a long and smooth black dress with pockets sewn into several places. It was fairly clingy to begin with, but a belt was synched around the waist to confirm she was as skinny as she looked. Her belly looked like he could wrap around her entire middle with both hands together, despite the huge set of tits bouncing around her chest. Her furrowed eyebrows kept a large monocle pressed between them and her long, straightly pointed nose that Arn could almost consider a beak. It seemed to similarly match the size and shape of her short but pointy ears.

“Oh. It’s you. The new face,” Delican noted.

Her purple lips pursed at the sight of him as she adjusted her monocle.

“Hi. I’m Arn,” the human started out. He wasn’t sure where he stood with the witch. If nothing else, he knew he would have remembered seeing her before. He wondered from her intense book collection if she even left her library/home.

“Madam Delican Deeds,” she greeted with some visible pride, as if she savored saying her own name. The towering witch leaned over to take and shake his hand, wrapping her long fingers completely around his hand and part of his wrist. It also made her top-heavy figure lower enough to bob her breasts just over Arn’s head, forcing him to stare down her cleavage as he tried to look up at her.

“I serve as the librarian of Tunnelston village and keeper of knowledge. For all your bookish needs, you can come to Deeds,” she recited. The last part came with a slightly musical flourish that confirmed it was some kind of slogan she had made up.

“Great to meet you. Because I have that exact kind of need. Er, problem. Question, really.”

“Everyone has questions, child!” Deeds said, rising with a theatrical flourish of her hand. “For all the years in my ancient life, still I find myself with as much inquiries as insight. It’s a matter of what we do with them that leads to peace or loss of mind.”

Arn stared at her as he tried to keep up with her flowery and verbose language.

“Wow. You must have been alive a really long time to know all that,” he said in what he hoped came off as praise. Her pointed nose wiggled smugly.

“I am 35,” she boasted proudly. Arn just kept staring rather than let his face crack to know that there were humans that were alive much longer than she was.

“So! What were you interested in today?” the giant witch asked. She straightened up fully as she strode elegantly through the makeshift library, her legs moving gracefully enough to barely ruffle her tight dress. Her breasts, it seemed, would bounce on their own whether she moved or not.

“Books of diction? Cyphers? Catalogues? Collections? A rather novel novel with a saucy ending?”

“I was looking for history about the village,” Arn admitted as he started to follow her elegantly graceful step.

“Particularly if you had anything about humans visiting here.”

Delican whirled around to face him, sending her hair and breast whipping along after her. Her tits slapped together as her thicker strands of hair slapped against them, making them impossible to ignore no matter how polite Arn tried to remain.

“Be you mad?! Those are one of a kind! Local monster history is not a widely studied subject! The collective knowledge from our ancestors’ journals had to be meticulously cross-referenced to confirm so much activity beyond mere trade reports.”

Delican adjusted her monocle stuffily as she furrowed her brow.

“Can I just have a copy then? I can write it down or you just read it here…”

“I could easily transcribe it,” the witch nodded. “Paper plants are in no short supply down here. But with the resources and labor involved, plus it’s half translated from orcish, it would be no minor…”

“I could have sex with you,” Arn said in the same even tone as the rest of the conversation. He’d seen how far the offer could go around town.

“Oh! Well why didn’t you just say so, my good man?”

The bookish and haughty witch’s expression softened as she reached a long limb behind her back. There was the drawn-out sound of a zipper before her dress dropped to the ground, exposing her absurdly long limbs and similarly massive breasts. Arn stared at the contrasting levels of thick and thin throughout her body, wide at the hips and chest while dangerously slender around her limbs and stomach. Her smooth skin was dotted by a few darker colors, minor blemishes or freckles depending on how witches worked.

Arn’s eyes fixated on the jugs the size of medicine balls, admiring them too much to wonder how she didn’t just topple over at any given moment.

“Shall we?” the naked witch offered, holding out an expectant hand.

Arn nodded and quickly started to undo his pants. The witch lightly slapped the back of his hand to stop him.

“Not here! I have a loft for this sort of thing. I can’t have you making a mess of the books,” she tutted.

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Miss Deeds led her guest up one of the library’s ladders to her room. Arn felt particularly excited; not only was he watching her bubbly blue behind sway on the ladder while flashing peeks at her parting pink pussy lips, but he had been expecting to climb a lot more ladders than he had been on his adventure.

Like Delican’s library, her bedroom was a mix of elegant and packed full. It was a modestly sized room for Arn, which meant she had to stoop rather than stand before she sat on her futon of a bed. He had to watch his step following her, his legs nowhere near as long as hers for stepping over old plates or random trinkets. A few small books were tucked away on a shelf while figurines, writing utensils, sketches, and random bits of curios and research were left around her messy attic bedroom.

She sat on her flat but soft bed and patted it expectantly, cuing Arn to sit in front of her.

“So! I’ve been fascinated to see the courtship and mating rituals of humans!” the witch said with an eager grin.

“Is there a mating dance involved? Shiny stones? Some magic words your kind use to ward off spirits for fertility?”

Arn shrugged. “Not really. We just sort of… go for it.”

“Primitive, but effective,” Delican noted, her smile growing wider.

She reached out to one of her open journals, scribbling something rapidly with her pen. Arn took the opportunity to lean in and kiss her, having to sit up on his knees to reach her face at all. Her broad nose slid past his cheek as she gave a soft and startled moan. Her painted lips parted and matching the rest of her, a surprisingly long tongue slid out of her mouth to venture inside of his. Her eyelids relaxed as they made out together, which forced her to reach up and readjust her monocle.

“Very fascinating,” she confessed as she wrapped her bony arms around him. Her thin but strong fingers reached down the waist of his pants and easily plucked them open.

She quickly got him as naked as she was (give or take a monocle) and wrapped a few fingers around his shaft. They adjusted it delicately as she leaned in closer, arching his back impossibly low for what a human spine should have been able to do.

“Fascinating! Much larger than expected for a creature of your size,” she observed.

Her hand reached out and scrawled a few more things into her notebook as if their sexual encounter was a very involved experiment for her. Her eyes raised from behind her single lens to smile at him.

“Don’t worry. The classical artists considered large genitalia to be barbaric and ignorant, but I think it gives you a charming and feral appeal. Rawr~!”

The reclusive witch raised her eyebrows a few times before she lifted his hardening dick to her mouth. She popped it between her purple lips, tightening and rolling them around his shaft as her slick eel of a tongue lapped over its head.

“Mm. Pungent… meaty,” she noted as her free hand remained stretched across her bedroom. She set down her pen and returned both hands to his privates, her arched arms cupping his cock and balls to urge them deeper into her mouth.

“Slight body hair… even accounting for age, thicker than most furless species. Perhaps for cosmetic appeal, because it’s certainly working.”

She winked behind her monocle as she seemed to write her report on his genitals aloud. He wondered if she was planning to put this into one of her research books. At least if she did, it sounded flattering.

Delican pressed her face deeper into his lap, moaning as she swallowed up his cock. Her slick tongue wrapped around it like an aggressive snake for a moment as her pointed nose pushed against his lower stomach. She moaned and nuzzled her face as she took him to the hilt, drawing back with a neat ring of purple lipstick around the base of his shaft and balls.

“Certainly satisfying. No wonder our kind seems so obsessed whenever you show up,” she mused. “But more on that later.”

She leaned back and braced her gangly limbs on the bed, spreading her thick thighs to offer her similarly oversized pussy to her guest. It wasn’t that it looked particularly deep, but it was wider in all directions and already glistening wet.

“I simply must have more of your… research,” she purred, running one of her fingers over her waiting slit.

Arn was leaking from all her teasing, so he was more than willing to lean into her lanky body. Her long frame made it awkward at first until he got his hands planted on her thick hips and thighs. From there he could boost himself into place, sliding into her roomy vagina. He entered her carefully, but that just managed to tease her on the way in. She moaned and her long legs bent around him, wrapping around Arn’s waist to pull him in deeper still.

“Mmm, more~!” she purred in more of her musically flourishing voice.

Her hooking legs drew him in until he was buried to the hilt inside her. Her pussy was much tighter as he went deeper, getting the smaller human to moan as his face planted between her huge green tits. Her flexible limbs were spread wide enough that he felt the wetness of her pussy rub against his outer hips and drool down his thighs.

The feeling of being enveloped by the towering witch was too enjoyable for him to be concerned. He’d been with all sizes of monsters by now and an especially big one wasn’t about to put him out from enjoying himself. He started to thrust harder, making her widespread curves wobble as her beanpole body bucked from the impacts. The skinny body gave her chest little for balance, so her breasts kept bouncing wildly as they slapped against his face. He could barely reach them at his height, making him lean in as deep and close as he could go while kissing and nibbling on the blue orbs.

“MMM! Yes~! You delightful little savage you~!” Delican chimed noisily.

Despite her noisy passion, Delican’s arm reached out and made another quick note in her journal. It returned to wrap her long arms around Arn, fully embracing him to the point of lifting him off the bedding. He found himself suspended in her grasp, the cage-like grip of her legs and arms squeezing and pulling him to make him hump as hard as she wanted. His mouth hung open as her soaked pussy rubbed wetly around him, swallowing and sucking his cock until she was huffing for breath. His gasping went along with her, sucking in breaths mixed with old books and questionably washed witch sweat.

Her eyes fluttered and her mouth dropped open as she found just the right angle for him to brush his cockhead past her lubed up clit. Her monocle dropped from her face, dangling by its chain around her pointed ear. Her body tensed and twitched, but she bit her lip with a single sharp tooth.

“Not yet… still need more… not until I’ve at least obtained a sample,” she mewled, seemingly to herself in her lusty haze.

Deciding that he knew what she wanted, Arn latched onto one of her nipples and sucked noisily on the hard tip. Delican let out a shrill howl of pleasure, making her long and strong limbs close around him tighter. Dragged back into her pussy with a thirsty squelching sound, he gave a few more short, shivering humps. He felt powerless in the witch’s grasp, but that seemed to be part of the appeal as he drooled over her sweaty blue skin and came inside her.

“Oh my my. What precious data,” she chimed, squeezing her thighs together around him.

Her long fingers traced over his shoulders and down his chest before she reached off to another shelf. She picked up what resembled a slightly warped test tube and raised her hips slightly. Arn blushed as he realized what she was after.

“Should I pull back out so…”

“Oh don’t you dare!” Delican gasped.

The witch’s eyes widened at him as she adjusted her hips and lowered the test tube. With a soft  groan, she traced the opening of her vial across her outer labia and capped it off with a glob of Arn’s seed inside.

“Perfect. Slightly tainted by common bodily fluids, but it’s a much more interesting extraction method. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yea,” Arn panted as her grip slowly loosened on him. She leaned back on her lanky arms and ground her hips, her full height giving him an enticing sight as her body jiggled and ground against his softening cock.

“So is that so you can put a curse on me, or…?”

“Oh I was just thinking of studying human reproduction rates and their general population growth,” she admitted. Her long gray tongue ran across her lips.

“And possible how to replicate the taste… but for… mmm… now…”

She gave a loud gasp and arched her back, bouncing her boobs up high enough to clap together just shy of her face. Her hips shivered as her thighs and pussy suddenly closed together, flexing shut around him as her own hot, oily cum washed over him. Arn gasped as the sudden pressure and squeezing pulled another orgasm out of him, making him gasp and slump forward back into her pillowy jugs.

“OOOOhooo my~!” she purred as she squeezed him tightly.

“So you can do multiple. And it’s even more enjoyable with a partner. All very valuable information!”

Even with Arn’s cock throbbing and leaking inside her, Delican reached out to scribble more notes into her book with a shaky hand. The human nodded, making a mental note to take whatever information she gave him with a grain of salt.

“Outstanding. More than worth my own efforts,” she praised as she untangled Arn from her long limbs.

“Though I could always use more samples.”

“I think that’s enough for now,” Arn panted.

“Perfectly fair! I can start the translations and have it delivered to you in a day or two at most. Though I think I’ll rest my legs a moment before attempting any more ladders.”

Deli stretched out her back and legs before joining Arn in collapsing on the bed.

“I do hope you maintain an interest in learning more about our village. Not many show your… passion for knowledge,” the witch sighed.

“Well you certainly run the most interesting library I’ve ever seen,” Arn confessed. “So I’m sure I’ll find some reason to come and visit.”

“Ha! Wordplay,” Delican crowed as she set her monocle back into place.

“A true sign of a gentleman.”