The perpetual twilight of the Forbidden Library had always been Beatrice’s solace, her sanctuary, a timeless haven woven from ancient tomes and the quiet hum of forgotten magic. But tonight, a new kind of warmth seemed to permeate the air, not from the familiar glow of the magical lamps, but from a burgeoning ember within her own small, guarded heart. Subaru, ever the disruptive force in her orderly existence, had once again managed to unravel her carefully constructed emotional barriers, leaving her vulnerable to a yearning she hadn't known how to name, until now.

He sat across from her, perched awkwardly on a stack of oversized books, a faint smile playing on his lips as he recounted some mundane anecdote from the mansion, his eyes, so earnest and kind, occasionally flickering up to meet hers. Beatrice, in her elaborate, frilly dress, with her long, blonde twin drills perfectly coiled, tried to maintain her usual air of detached superiority, yet her fingers, resting on the ancient grimoire in her lap, twitched with an uncharacteristic nervousness. The air between them, usually charged with playful bickering, now thrummed with an unspoken current, a silent symphony of desire building note by careful note.

“And then Rem said… well, you know Rem, I suppose,” Subaru chuckled, running a hand through his perpetually messy black hair. He stopped, his gaze lingering on Beatrice’s face, a softness in his eyes that made her breath catch. “You’re awfully quiet tonight, Betty. Is something wrong, in fact?”

Beatrice averted her gaze, a faint blush dusting her pale cheeks. “Nothing is wrong, I suppose. Just… the silence is rather profound tonight, isn’t it?” She hated how her voice trembled, betraying the turmoil within. She longed for him, for his touch, for a connection deeper than the one they shared as master and contractor. A part of her, the ancient, logical part, screamed against such vulnerability, against such raw, carnal desire. But the other part, the part that had been slowly unfrozen by his unwavering kindness, simply yearned.

Subaru, ever perceptive, slid off his precarious perch and knelt beside her plush armchair, his warm hand gently covering hers, which still rested on the grimoire. His touch was electric, sending shivers through her small frame. “It is, Betty. Profoundly… intimate, wouldn’t you say?” His thumb stroked the back of her hand, a simple, tender gesture that unleashed a cascade of sensation. Beatrice’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the library’s hushed reverence. His scent—a mix of woodsmoke, faint sweat, and something uniquely *him*—filled her senses, intoxicating and dizzying.

Her sapphire eyes, usually sharp and discerning, fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the warmth, the closeness. When she opened them, Subaru’s face was inches from hers, his eyes dark with a desire that mirrored her own. “Subaru…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, a fragile plea. She leaned into his touch, a silent invitation, discarding centuries of propriety for the sheer, overwhelming need to be closer to him.

He understood. With agonizing slowness, he leaned in, his gaze fixed on her lips, seeking permission. Beatrice, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm, offered it without a word, tilting her head slightly. His lips, soft and hesitant at first, met hers, a gentle press that sent a wave of heat through her entire body. It was a kiss of revelation, of long-suppressed emotions finally breaking free. She tasted him—sweet, earthy, a flavor that ignited a hunger she hadn’t known she possessed.

Her hands, which had been frozen in indecision, now rose to cup his face, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Her blonde curls, usually so stiffly arranged, brushed against his cheek as she moved, a testament to her loosening inhibitions. The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, a fiery dance between their mouths. Subaru’s hand left hers, tracing a path up her arm, over her shoulder, and then settling at the nape of her neck, his fingers gently tangling in the soft, fine strands of her hair. He pulled her closer still, his body pressing against hers, and Beatrice, lost in the intoxicating haze, allowed herself to be utterly consumed.

He broke the kiss, a soft gasp escaping his lips, his forehead resting against hers. “Betty… you have no idea…” he breathed, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I… I have too, in fact,” she admitted, her voice trembling, her cheeks burning a deeper crimson. This raw honesty was new, terrifying, and exhilarating. She felt a profound shift within her, an ancient wall crumbling under the weight of his affection and her own burgeoning desires. This wasn’t just a fleeting wish; this was a deep, soul-stirring need.

With a tenderness that belied the building intensity, Subaru lifted her from the armchair, cradling her in his arms as if she were made of spun glass. Beatrice instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her voluminous dress rustling around them. He carried her to one of the library's more secluded nooks, a comfortable divan laden with plush pillows, away from the watchful eyes of the endless books. He gently lowered her onto the cushions, his body following, pressing her into the softness. Her blonde hair, dislodged from its perfect drills, spilled around her like a silken halo against the dark fabric.

His hands, with a newfound confidence, began to explore the intricate fastenings of her dress. Beatrice shivered, a mixture of apprehension and eager anticipation. “Subaru… be gentle, I suppose,” she whispered, her eyes wide, betraying a vulnerability she had never shown before. She was small, delicate, and this entire experience was foreign, yet undeniably alluring.

“Always, Betty,” he promised, his voice thick with devotion. His fingers, deft and surprisingly careful, undid the myriad buttons and ties, slowly revealing the soft, pale skin beneath. The intricate lace and ribbons of her undergarments followed, each layer peeling away like petals from a rare, precious flower. Beatrice watched him, her heart thrumming, her pupils dilated with a potent cocktail of fear and desire. She felt incredibly exposed, yet utterly safe in his gaze.

Soon, she lay before him, clad only in her delicate, embroidered panties. Her skin, so rarely exposed, was pristine, a canvas of pale ivory. Subaru’s eyes devoured her, his gaze lingering on her slender waist, her small, pert breasts, and the enticing curve of her hips. A soft moan escaped him, a sound that thrilled Beatrice to her core. He leaned down, placing soft kisses along her collarbone, trailing lower, over the delicate rise of her breasts. His lips were a warm brand against her skin, igniting a fire that spread rapidly through her veins.

“You’re so beautiful, Betty,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with reverence. His tongue flicked out, tracing the outline of her nipple through the thin fabric of her chemise, and Beatrice gasped, her back arching slightly. A wave of exquisite pleasure washed over her, a sensation so potent it stole her breath. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the last remaining garment aside, revealing the delicate, almost untouched treasure beneath.

Her pussy, usually hidden and pristine, was now exposed, framed by the pale lace of her panties. A soft, blonde down, almost invisible, adorned the tender mound. It was moist, glistening with the dew of her arousal, a testament to the powerful effect he had on her. Subaru’s eyes widened slightly at the sight, a mixture of awe and fierce hunger in their depths. He reached out, his finger trembling slightly as he brushed against her intimately, tracing the sensitive folds. Beatrice cried out, a soft, high-pitched sound that was swallowed by the library's vastness. “Ah… Subaru…”

His touch was surprisingly delicate, reverent, yet utterly thrilling. He began to explore her, his finger sliding into the slick folds, finding the exquisitely sensitive bud. He teased it gently, his thumb rubbing with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Beatrice gasped again, her hips instinctively arching up, seeking more pressure, more friction. The sensation was overwhelming, an electric current that surged through her, making her entire body tremble. Her blonde hair splayed around her head, damp with perspiration, her face flushed with an unfamiliar ecstasy.

“Does that feel good, my Betty?” he whispered, his voice a low growl against her ear. He leaned down, capturing her lips again in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his fingers below. Beatrice whimpered into his mouth, her own tongue tangling with his, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails inadvertently digging into his shirt. She was lost, adrift on a sea of pure sensation, her sophisticated mind reduced to primal urges.

He continued to tease her, bringing her to the precipice of orgasm again and again, each time pulling back just enough to prolong the exquisite torment. Her body convulsed, a desperate longing building within her. “Please… Subaru… I suppose… I need…” she begged, her voice broken, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of pleasure. She didn’t know what she needed, only that this aching emptiness demanded to be filled, to be thoroughly satiated.

With a soft chuckle, he finally granted her release. His fingers worked faster, more purposefully, and Beatrice cried out, a loud, unrestrained moan that echoed briefly in the hushed library. Her body arched high, a powerful, shuddering orgasm seizing her. Her small frame trembled violently, her legs clenching around nothing, her blonde hair a wild mess against the divan. It was a release unlike any she had ever known, a profound, soul-shattering climax that left her breathless and utterly spent.

As her gasps subsided, Subaru pulled her close, cradling her head against his chest. She could feel the steady thrum of his heart, a comforting rhythm against her own still-racing one. He stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head. “That was just the beginning, Betty,” he murmured, his voice a promise of more. Beatrice looked up at him, her eyes still hazy with pleasure, and saw the raw, primal hunger in his gaze that hadn't been sated yet.

He shifted, moving to lie beside her, his body pressing intimately against hers. His hand slid down her stomach, lingering on her still-throbbing pussy, before slowly, deliberately, moving lower, tracing the delicate valley between her legs, finding the sensitive opening of her anal passage. Beatrice froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes flew open, wide with a mixture of apprehension and a spark of adventurous curiosity.

“Subaru… that’s… I suppose… that’s a bit much, isn’t it?” she whispered, her voice laced with trepidation. She was small, so incredibly small, and the thought of such a deep invasion was both terrifying and strangely exciting. Her innocence in such matters was absolute.

He kissed her forehead, his voice gentle but firm. “Trust me, Betty. I’ll be careful. It’s… it’s a deeper kind of closeness. A way for me to be completely inside you.” He reached for a small vial of what looked like a clear, shimmering oil, conjured from who knows where – perhaps a forgotten item in a library of endless possibilities. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, rubbing them together until they glistened.

Beatrice watched, fascinated, as he carefully, painstakingly, prepared her. His fingers, slick with the warm lubricant, gently teased her delicate opening. She tensed, her muscles clenching, but his reassuring whispers, his soft kisses against her temple, helped to soothe her fears. He began with just the tip of his finger, a tentative press, slowly, slowly easing it into her tight passage. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her body stiffening. “Ah… it’s… tight, I suppose,” she whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

“I know, my love,” he whispered back, his voice full of empathy. “Just relax, breathe with me. You’re doing so well.” He waited patiently, allowing her body to adjust, his finger slowly stretching and preparing her. The initial discomfort slowly morphed into a strange, deep pressure, a new kind of sensation that was both foreign and incredibly arousing. As his second finger joined the first, Beatrice cried out again, but this time, there was less pain and more a profound sense of fullness. Her pussy throbbed in sympathy, begging for attention, but the new, deep invasion held her captivated.

Once he felt she was sufficiently stretched, Subaru moved between her legs, his own body now fully aroused, throbbing against her inner thigh. He positioned himself, his thick, hard cock, now fully engorged, resting against her anal opening. Beatrice saw it, and her breath hitched. It was so much larger than his fingers, so utterly commanding. A wave of primal fear threatened to overwhelm her, but then she looked into his eyes, saw the unwavering love and gentleness there, and she nodded, a silent surrender.

With a slow, deliberate push, he began to enter her. Beatrice let out a choked cry, her fingers digging into his back, her entire body arching in protest. It was an intense, searing stretch, a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced. Tears streamed down her face, not entirely of pain, but of overwhelming sensation, of a barrier being irrevocably breached. “Subaru! Stop! It hurts, I suppose!” she cried, her voice strained.

He froze, holding still, his body trembling with the effort. “Just breathe, Betty. Just for a moment. Let me in, my love. Just relax around me,” he pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. He waited, his hips pressed against hers, allowing her delicate body to slowly adjust to his invasion. And slowly, agonizingly, her muscles began to yield. The sharp, searing sensation began to subside, replaced by a deep, stretching fullness, a profound sense of being utterly occupied.

“There, that’s it, my brave Betty,” he praised, his voice a soft caress. With another slow, gentle push, he managed to slide deeper, burying himself almost entirely inside her tight, welcoming passage. Beatrice gasped, a long, drawn-out sound, her eyes wide, her body trembling with the sheer intensity of the experience. He was completely, utterly inside her, a feeling of deep, profound invasion that was both shocking and incredibly thrilling. Her pussy, now throbbing with a phantom ache, pulsed around his base, desperate for its own fulfillment.

He held still for a long moment, allowing her to acclimate, whispering words of love and reassurance against her lips. Then, slowly, tentatively, he began to move, a shallow, careful thrust that sent fresh waves of sensation through her. Beatrice whimpered, her hips beginning to instinctively move with his, a nascent rhythm forming between them. Each thrust, initially, was a deep, stretching pleasure, but as he continued, a new, more intense sensation began to build. It was an overwhelming sense of being filled, utterly and completely, in a way her small body had never known.

His rhythm slowly deepened, became more confident, and Beatrice found herself moaning, her pleasure building with each thrust. Her pale skin was flushed, her blonde hair a wild tempest around her face. Her hands gripped his shoulders, then tangled in his hair, pulling his head down for frantic, breathless kisses. Her small body, so often prim and proper, now moved with a primal urgency, arching to meet his thrusts, begging for more, always more.

“Oh! Subaru! Faster, in fact! Please! Ah!” she cried, her voice ragged with desire. The deep penetration was intensely stimulating, pressing against an unknown nerve, sending shivers of exquisite pleasure through her entire being. Her pussy, still damp and swollen, pulsed with an unsatisfied ache, almost forgotten in the overwhelming sensations of her anal pleasure.

He obeyed, his thrusts growing stronger, more powerful, rocking her small body against the soft divan. Beatrice was completely lost to the storm of sensation, her mind a blank slate save for the rhythmic pounding of his body against hers, the feel of his hard cock stretching her to her absolute limits, and the raw, guttural moans that tore from her throat. It was primal, animalistic, and utterly intoxicating. She felt a second orgasm building, rising from the depths of her being, far more intense than the first.

With a final, desperate cry, her body convulsed violently around him, squeezing him with an unbelievable strength. Her legs locked around his waist, her back arched high, and her blonde head thrashed on the pillows as a wave of mind-shattering pleasure consumed her. She screamed his name, a raw, uninhibited sound that spoke of pure ecstasy and complete surrender. Her small body trembled, spent and utterly ravished, as the aftershocks rippled through her.

Subaru groaned, his own release imminent, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. He pulled out slightly, just enough to feel the wetness of her pussy, and then, with a powerful thrust, buried himself deep within her. Beatrice cried out again, not in pain, but in shock, as his powerful orgasm flooded her, the warm, thick creampie filling her completely. She felt the hot rush of his seed deep inside her, a profound sense of fullness that spread through her core. It was messy, intimate, and utterly, unforgettably complete.

He collapsed onto her, his body heavy but welcome, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Beatrice lay beneath him, her body tingling, her mind hazy with pleasure. The scent of sex, of their intertwined bodies, filled the quiet library, a testament to their forbidden passion. She could feel his warmth, the lingering throb of his cock still deep inside her, now soft but still utterly present, and the comforting weight of his body pressing her into the cushions. It was a profound, intimate aftermath, a silent promise of their deepened bond.

After a long moment, Subaru slowly, carefully, extracted himself, his body still trembling. He lay beside her, pulling her close, wrapping her in his arms. Beatrice snuggled into his chest, her head resting over his heart, listening to its steady beat. She felt utterly cherished, utterly loved, and completely at peace. Her blonde hair, still a beautiful mess, lay strewn across his arm, a soft contrast to his dark skin.

“Betty…” he murmured, his voice still hoarse, as he kissed the top of her head. “My sweet, brave Betty. That was… incredible.”

“It was… it was truly something, in fact,” she whispered back, her voice soft and content, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She felt a profound shift within her, a blossoming of emotions that had been dormant for centuries. The Forbidden Library, once her isolated haven, now felt like a nest of shared intimacy, a place where she had finally, utterly, opened herself to love and pleasure. She finally understood that true sanctuary wasn’t just about protection, but about shared vulnerability, shared passion, and a connection that transcended even the most ancient of books.